Social Media Au -Part 10

Social media Au -Part 10

Probably gonna end this story soon... I kinda lost the motivation and the inspiration

P.s. I used to be shipshipshipau in case there is any confusion

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Sugar (C.E)

A/N- this was for @donutloverxo​ writing challenge! I had so much fun writing it and your blog is one of my favorites, so this was just great!

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Warnings: explicit language, kissing, sugar daddy! Chris, swearing, implied smut

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You sat on his big, fancy leather couch with your head hung low as tears threatened to fall. Chris paced around the living room angrily and finally stood still in front of you,

“Isn’t the whole point of having a sugar daddy that you don’t have to work these ridiculous jobs and extra shifts and what fucking not?”

You flinched at the tone of his voice and continued looking at the carpet, “my landlord got into some kind of trouble and he needed two months rent in advance, so I figured I’d pick up some shifts up at the bar.”

Your voice was weak. It wasn’t just because you were being yelled at by your God like sugar daddy, but because you were exhausted. You were currently doing your PhD at Boston University and it was the most stressful thing ever. In addition to that, your landlord was an alcoholic asshole. The only stable and good thing in your life was Chris, and you were terrified of losing him.

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Viking!Sy AU Part 2

Syverson x reader

Part 1

Masterlist

Word Count 5.5k

TW: Checking a mans penis, masturbation (fem)

The room was awfully quiet after the men left. The tramples of the horses long gone. Raga broke the silence, laughing she said: “Seems like it was satisfactory.” Groaning you turned around marching out of the room into your little nook. You could hear Kali scolding Raga in the next room making you feel a bit better. Laying back on your cot you suddenly were aware of the moisture between your legs. It was cold and sticky making you feel uncomfortable. Just as you were about to grab a rag and wipe it away your mother pulled the curtain to your room aside. Quickly you sat up avoiding her eyes. She sat next to you breathing out deeply. “He is handsome ,” she said. You hummed in agreement. “And he does not seem so brutal to me.” She casted a side glance at you. “Maybe a bit unkempt but I am sure he would not mind his wife enforcing some rules about that.” She was trying to cheer you up and you were thankful for it. In a low voice you said: “He seems nice.” “You pleased him too.” Looking up at her questioningly she went on. “He originally came here to refuse such inspection. Your father told me. But it seems like he changed his mind.” She smiled soothingly at you. “He was very taken by you. I am happy.” Standing up she walked to the curtain before she was though she turned around. “He will make you a good husband. He scarcely could take his eyes from you. And seems like you from him neither.” Smirking she left you sitting on your bed. The pleasant pulse between your legs was back. You sat there for a while not coming out of your room even for supper. You needed time to think. In two days time you would be riding to the north to be officially wed and you had no idea what to think about it. Before you were dreading it, now you were not so sure.

The cold was creeping in from the night so you got up and made your way to the kitchen to make some tea. Mindlessly you were brewing the water when a noise alerted you to someone's presents. Gasping you turned around. Your father stood near the entrance. “I am sorry my dear. I did not mean to startle you.” “It is okay papa I was in deep thoughts.” Nodding he guessed what you were thinking about. He heaved a big sigh. “I must also apologize for the mess I got you in. I never meant for you to be married off.” Averting your gaze you turned around putting some tea leaves into your water. “I know papa.” “I am sure we can find another way. I mean after seeing him today. The unkempt nature and the roughness of these men.” Before he could go on you cut in. “It is thanks to these men that we are protected papa. Raiders have never entered our village thanks to their sacrifice. Now it is our turn to make one. And I do it so glad and proudly.” You turned around squaring your shoulders. You were meant to be a leader and it is time you’d remembered that. “I have accepted him as my future husband today and there is nothing that could change that.” You did not know why you felt so defensive all of the sudden. After all did you not have the same musings as your father?

Sighing, he walked to the other side of the kitchen picking up a small package. “He gave this to me earlier before you arrived. It is a gift to you.” With this he turned around leaving you alone in the kitchen with your jumbled thoughts. This was the opening you were looking for. A weakness in your fathers decision to marry you off. Why did you not take it? A small voice that sounded dangerously like Raga whispered: “Because you are curious. Curious how he would satisfy the ache between your legs which had yet to leave you. “

Quickly you grabbed your tea and the package and made your way back to bed. You were freezing. Once you were wrapped in your blanket you took a sip of the herb tea and opened the parcel. A note sat atop of something made of fur. “To keep you warm at night until I will.” It said, in a rather ugly scribble. You would have laughed at the scribble if the words did not ignite a reaction of conflict between your mind and womanhood. Putting the note aside you unfolded what seemed to be a big cloak made out of fur. It was warm and cozy looking big enough to function as a blanket. Quickly you wrapped it around you to see how it fit. But the moment you did you were met with a strong smell of wood, fire and something distinctively musky. It was the smell from earlier when you were close to him. Your body reacted instantly and this time you could not fight it. Quickly you laid down hiking your nightgown up over your legs. You were gasping, turning your face into the fur, breathing in deeply. The ache was unbearably, a loud moan left your lips as soon as your fingers were between your moist lips. You started to rub yourself viciously, desperate for the knot to snap. But once you gave yourself some pleasure you started to slow. Picturing how broad and tall he was. How his hands felt wrapped around yours. The feeling of his tongue on your wrist. Your fingers wandered from your clit down to your entrance. You had never really played there with yourself but now you could not help it. You remembered how hot and heavy he felt in your hands and plunged a finger into you. You moaned out imagining it was his manhood. The knot in your stomach tightened. You recalled the growl that had left him earlier and the look in his eyes. It was all you needed to fall over the edge. Gasping out you came hard. The tension finally left your body, making you fall asleep wrapped in the fur coat your future husband had given you and the evidence of his effect on you smeared between your legs.

The last two days were rushing by, packing your belongings and loading it up. And before you could blink you sat atop of your horse waving goodbye to your home riding into the unknown. You had never gone up north and the longer the road went on the colder it became. You were thankful for the cold because you had something to blame your shakiness on. You were nervous and sad. You did not want to leave your mama and friends behind. And you were scared of what laid ahead. Would they have bath houses too? Kali had the same question so she packed her a huge supply of oils, bath salt, soap, whatever she needed. It was the wedding gift from her friends. Although Raga slipped another parcel to her when no one was looking. “For when your mind and body are no longer at war. Peace be with you sister.” She gave you a quick hug and turned around, leaving you standing there confused at the gift and sad at the apparent tears in your bold friends' eyes at your leaving. You had not yet cried, you could not, too overwhelmed with everything. It did not feel real that you were leaving.

You were riding for a couple of hours and you could feel yourself get tired. Thankful that the riders in front of you slowed and stopped completely when they came to a clearing. “We will rest here for a while.” Her father got down from his house coming over to you. Swinging one leg over your horse your father reached up to help you down. “Are you okay?” “Yes father. Do not worry. It is just a bit cold.” Nodding he went back to his horse.

Everyone was drinking and eating or resting, for the next couple of hours of travel ahead of them. The cold was deep in your bones by now and it got unbearable. Taking a deep breath you got up opening one of the bags on your horse. You opened it looking inside, just staring at the fur in it. You remembered the morning after your meeting. You had pulled the cloak away deep into a bag. You did not know why he had such an effect on you but he did and now in the morning light the fear came back, desire forgotten. Yet you could not let go of the cloak you attached it personally on your saddle. Pulling it out you wrapped it around you. His scent immediately surrounded you bathing you in warmth. Strangely enough it felt right to put it on. By now you were in the northern territory. You will be their leader, you will learn their customs and live them, might as well start now by wearing the gift your husband gave you.

All too soon your father calls out to march on. But you were not cold anymore. The cloak was thick and warm and you understood why he gave it to you. To keep you warm until I will, his words were ringing in your ear all throughout the way. It unsettled and comforted you no man had ever uttered words like this to you. At least he was not as vicious as you thought unless this was all an act, a lie spun to lure you into false security. Shaking your head you finally looked around, observing the nature that surrounded you. You had to admit it was beautiful. It was not far off from what you were used to. It was more hilly and less open fields but the trees were the same.

Up ahead came a rider towards your father. He was tall and covered in a thick cloak. His horse looked broad and strong. He was not one of yours but a north man. He greeted your father. Your father looked behind him at you, and when you looked at the north man again he was staring right at you, his glance gliding along your form nodding seemingly in approval. You wanted to be outraged by such scrutiny but your expression was one of politeness. Slowly he bowed to your father and made his way to you. “My lady,” his deep voice rang out, “it is an honor. My name is Elfhelm. I am one of Captain Syverson’s men. He sent me to inform you that he will be waiting for you a couple miles from here. The terrain is difficult to manage and he wishes to make sure you arrive safely. If this is what the lady wants.” For a moment you were taken aback. Normally you were only a silent observer in your fathers council meetings, studying and listening but this time you were the one to decide. It also did not escape your notice how Captain Syverson gave you a decision instead of deciding for you he gave you freedom. Smiling at the man awaiting your answer you nodded. “Very well. I would like that,” your voice was steady and strong, something you have not heard since the day it was announced you were to be married. “As you wish.” He hesitated for a second before he went on. “This is a beautiful northern cloak.” Then with a short nod and a small bow he rode off again, to inform the Captain about your will. Looking down on you you realized why he had looked at you approvingly. It was the cloak. You smiled reassured in your decision that it was right to put it on. You straightened your shoulders and urged your horse on. “Captain Syverson is awaiting us a few miles from here. We better ride.” Your voice was loud informing your people of your talk with Elfhelm.

Not half an hour later could you hear the chatter and laughter of men. And once you rounded the corner of the tree line you saw them. They were standing with their horses brushing them. Some were drinking or eating. As if your body was aware of him you started to tingle and you knew he was looking at you. Turning a bit to your left you saw him, standing with Elfhelm. He looked as broad and beastly like the last time. Your father fell instep beside you as you were riding to Syverson. You could not take your eyes from him. His eyes glided down your body, noting the coat. But there was something different in his eyes than were in Elfhelm. You did not know exactly what but your body seemed to understand as it responded to his look with eagerness to be near him.

“My lady. You look well.” His voice was deep and had a growl. “Captain Syverson.” You bowed your head in greeting. “Thank you for your graciousness to assure our safe arrival.” You were proud of yourself that you managed to keep your voice even despite your nervousness. “Of course. The northern terrain can be rough to manage for outsiders.” It was just pleasant small talk but the word outsider struck a nerve in you. It is what you are. But hearing him say it made it painfully aware how much you and your people stuck out among these men. And how come next morning you would be one of them but only in law and you would still stick out.

You just nodded averting your eyes. Your father stepped in. “Captain Syverson it is an honor to be escorted by you.” Reluctantly Syverson turned to your father. “Tribe leader Ando, it is my pleasure. Please shall we ride.” He gestures to the road nearest to him.

You progressed slowly. The path was rocky and the weather got steadily colder as the day passed. Not long and you would be there. Syverson was up ahead with your father. They were chatting away for a while. Your father seemed a bit tense but Syverson seemed to be completely at ease. The ride gave you time to ponder your thoughts and watch him. Him and his horse seemed to be thinking as one. The men were surrounding your people protecting them from all sides. They looked serious and watchful. But once in a while there were some shouts and bickering.

Syverson slowed his horse pulling it up next to you. “It looks beautiful.” “I am sorry?” You turned to him in question. “The cloak. It looks beautiful on you. It pleases me to see you wearing it.” You wanted to tell him that you were not wearing it to please him but you held your tongue. “It was a very thoughtful gift. It is colder than I am used to.” He smirked, obviously understanding what you were trying to say. “Then it pleases me more, my lady.” He looked directly at you, letting you know that he was having none of your attitude. “I wanted you to have something of mine.” This made you halt. “My Lord?” Smirking he leaned closer to you making sure no one over heard you. “You are a woman from a different tribe. No one has ever seen you in the north. I had to make sure it was made apparent that you will be my wife. Be glad it is only a cloak.” He took a deep breath, his lips twitched at your horrified expression. “Instead of me pulling you on my horse to ride in front of me.” He leaned back in his saddle before loudly proclaiming. “We will be there soon. Elfhelm, ride ahead, warn the guards.” With that he was trotting up to your father again, a self satisfied smirk on his face.

Syverson rode up to your father engaging in small talk which left you to ponder the outrages word this insufferable man just said to you. Anger ignited in you. What a Brut! An outrage! How dare he. Your mind was racing with all sorts of profanity you should not use. You were right after all he was a horrid man. You suppress the urge to turn around and ride all the way home. Yet you noted that you held on to the cloak tightly as if someone were to come and pull it off you and that you could not bear. You explained it away by simply reminding yourself that it was cold and you needed to protect yourself from that or else you would freeze to death out here. Deep down you knew it was a lie. Something in your body prevented you from truly running away from him.

Suddenly horns sounded out. You did not realize that the trees had parted and gave way to a village adjoining the sea. The road got more even, from obvious use. The street was lined with houses. People were standing in front of it. Shouting and cheering. Captain Syverson was greeting people with a small smile on his face. You were a few horses behind him. And once people caught sight of you their faces turned curious, some nodded approvingly. You guessed this is something you would have to get used to, people openly judging you. But some were weary, mustering you trying to decide if you could be one of them. Suddenly you were painfully aware of how different you were. You must look soft and meek. You were not hardened by the sea and a life of fighting like they were. You fought the urge to shrink into yourself. Taking a deep breath you straightened, your eyes staring right back not cowering away. A small smile on your face and nodding at the people while you passed them. You wished your mother was next to you but she was not made for traveling such a long road.

Remembering her brought pain to your heart. You wished she could have been here. “Don’t forget my little darling, no matter where you are I will always be with you. Our bond cannot be broken, not even death would dare such a thing.” Remembering your mothers parting words you tried to pull your thoughts to the road ahead. You were deep into the village, smaller roads leading away from the main one. It felt like an overwhelming maze to you. Looking to the riders in front of you, you saw Syverson easily maneuvering his horse through the mass of people. You longed for him to be next to you, to explain things. What road was used for what. To assure you you will be able to navigate in no time. As if he was sensing that you were looking at him he turned. His eyes met yours, you hoped your face did not betray your inner conflict but it seems your future husband had a keen eye. There was a flicker behind them, softening slightly. He nodded at you before his attention was pulled by a man's shout “Welcome home Captain.”

The road opened up and soon you were standing in a big square. Several roads led away from it. It had to be the main square of this place. Some booths were placed in a circle selling all kinds of goods and some benches with people on them drinking and laughing. All stopped when they saw Captain Syverson and called out to him in greeting. Syverson politely waved back but did not stop. He was leading them to a road that led up to a small hill, on it was a big house made from wood. This must be warhorse the hall of the leader of the north man. Banners were waving from the entrance and steps led up to its doors. The closer you got the more details did you discover. In the wood knots and all sorts of ornaments were carved, horses and fish as well as boats. Did they have special meaning? It almost looked like a story told in pictures. Suddenly you realize this must be your new home. Your heart started pounding. So this is what it looks like. It was far from ugly. And ashamed you realized that you had imagined a run down cabin loaded with weapons and damage from raiders trying to get in. But it looked nothing like it, it was far more grand than your old home. In fact the entire town seemed bigger than yours, more complex. You could feel your cheeks turn red. Maybe you had not been open minded at all. You had judged based on rumors instead of seeing for yourself and now that you were here you felt ashamed of your prejudices.

Syverson came to a halt in front of the stairs leading up to the house. He swung his legs down, dismounting his horse like he had done it a thousand times. You were not very practiced and waited for your father to come help you down. But he did not. Syverson handed the reins from his horse to one of the stable boys that came out to greet them and with long fast straights he was next to you in seconds. He did not wait for you to swing your leg over one side. His hands reached out grasping your hips tightly. You took a deep breath at the feel of his strong hands. Such an intimate touch made you tense. Quickly he lifted you up and out of your saddle. Your hands shot out grasping onto his shoulders. Gosh his broadness was not an illusion made up by your mind to scare you out of this marriage, you could feel the muscles working under his shirt, he really was this broad. And he was surprisingly gentle as he put you down on your feet softly. He looked at you not breaking eye contact throughout the whole ordeal. As if your body had a mind of its own you felt yourself drawing near to him. Your hands glide from their place on his shoulders down to his chest. You would be blushing about this later but you could not help it. You pushed your bosom out, swallowing deeply. Then your horse gave a nicker, breaking the spell. Quickly stepping back you bow your head. “Thank you Captain Syverson.” You went in search of your father trying to shake the tingles his warmth left on your hands. He watched you leave. In fact he had watched you throughout the process not daring to move an inch after he put you down on your feet. His lips twitched as he watched his cloak wrapped around you dragging on the road, far too big for you.

Syverson could feel eyes on him turning around he saw his second in command Harper. He had this infuriating smirk on his face. Shooting him a glare he turned around walking to the steps. His mind wandered thinking about the first time an alliance was suggested. His first instinct was to refuse. He did not need a wife. He had people to defend. He could not afford having to show some girl with soft hands who had never known danger how to run this place. But his advisers were persistent. So it was that he took a night to mull it over and he had to admit the benefits outweigh the negatives. Besides he had people in the halls of warhorse who could teach her. What he did not anticipate however was their custom to check a man's ability to pleasure a woman. Harper could scarcely keep a straight face when the messenger came. Syverson had been outraged, cursing them to Valhalla and back. How dare they assume, a man from the north, a hardened soldier would not be able to pleasure a woman. He sent the messenger away with news that he would come in three days. He was furious, wanting nothing more than to look the tribe leader in the eyes daring him to say he was not capable of pleasing a woman to his face. In the end Sergeant Harper got to him, calming him down with several pints. Once he knew Syverson was intoxicated he approached the subject trying to make him understand that this was not to insult him but a custom. Syverson tried not to feel insulted but his vanity was wounded.

Once they were on the road south he spoke to no one just mulling over what exactly this custom was. Sergeant Harper was right it was a tradition something her people did. Should he not respect that? She will leave her people, family and friends behind to come with him north. There she will have to live with the custom of his people. He wondered how hard it must be for her. Or did she not care? Had she no wish to stay with her family? Right before they entered the village he had decided. He will take part in the ritual. Besides, he smirked to himself. She will quickly see just how much he can please a woman. With new found ‘manly pride he rode into the village. But he wanted her to have something of his too. It was common for men to pull their chosen one onto their horse and parade around the town so people could see. It was not necessarily a tradition but sometimes when his men had one too many in do, they would grab their women, throw them on their shoulders and make sure that every man knew she would lay with him tonight. He could not do that, not from what he had heard of these people. Soft spoken and proper. But he could give her something of his to mark her as his own.

The people here were smaller than back home. Less hardened by the harsh climate up north. But they were not unpleasant to the eye, maybe a bit too fine for his taste. They had no edge, nothing that displayed a soldier's spirit. Now his thoughts wandered to a whole different matter. Was she among them looking at him right now? Will she be this meek too? Tightening his hands he focused on the road.

A man had greeted them in front of a house in the middle of the city. He turned out to be the father of the bride and the tribe leader. Syverson dismounted quickly pulling off his cloak and putting it in some paper he had in his saddlebag. Syverson was not necessarily impressed by the man in front of him and by the look on the man's face he did not like what he saw either. All too soon after a welcoming med he was ushered into the house, his bride would be here soon. The man was eying the gift in his hand. “It is not tradition for the man to give the bride anything before the wedding day especially not on the day of the fertility test.” Holding back a growl Syverson nodded politely at the man. “In my country it is not tradition to test the fertility of a man. Normally that is a given. In fact I had a mind to refuse such a thing but here I am.” His voice was steady and his eyes piercing. It was obvious the man in front of him did not like Syverson. “May I request ink and paper then. It would be an honor if you could give her the gift after the ceremony is over.” Syverson did not leave room for discussion. One of the men behind the tribe leader handed him everything. Smirking to himself he wrote something that might have been too forward for these people but far from bold for his.

Not a couple minutes later did the door open when a woman came through it. His heart started beating rapidly; this is the moment he will meet his wife. He was so wrapped up in this whole ordeal with testing his manhood that he did not realize that he would finally get to see what his future bride looked like. He for sure had news of her looks and that she was not unpleasant but he had never actually seen her and to be honest he was nervous.

The woman came through the door and she was not unpleasant to be held but she quickly made her way past him and more women came in. Confused, he waited until finally one woman remained. You had a cloak wrapped around you that was taken off of you. You stood in front of him in what must be a nightgown, it was almost sheer. You were smaller than him, which he expected with a man his size. But what he did not anticipate your eyes. Your appearance was that of a soft woman, smaller than him and soft like the rest of your people. But gods your eyes are beautiful. You were nervous this much he could tell. It was obvious but there was something shining in them that made him halt. Suddenly he remembered why he was here, what this was about but he did not mind at all anymore. Not when you were the woman to inspect his manhood. He puffed his chest out proudly and he was sure he would get shit for that later from Harper but he could not care less. He will prove his fertility to you. He could not resist glance down your body. Your nipples were slightly visible against the fabric, sticking out begging to be touched, sucked on even. He could feel his blood rushing south wishing that he could touch you too. Slowly you stepped closer. Taking a deep breath he suppressed a growl. You smelled of flowers, utterly divine. He noticed that your hands were shaking and you glanced off to the side. Clenching his jaw he made quick work of his laces on his pants. He wanted your utter attention. Not glancing away, he wanted you to see nothing but him. He was satisfied when he saw that your attention had returned to him. He pulled up his tunic making sure you got a good look at his lower abdomen. He was about to push down his pants and discharge his tunic but stood still. He was not sure if this is how it was done and you were already so shaky that he wanted you to make the first move. Let’s see how bold you can be. You stepped even closer to him, one hand reaching out and softly touching the hairs under his navel. He refrained from closing his eyes at such delicate touch. He had never felt such a soft hand before. It made his cock harden slightly. But you did not move too caught up in whatever was going on in your mind. As if he was not in control he reached out touching your elbow urging you on to do something. He was desperate to feel you touch him more. He held his breath when your hand finally started to move lower disappearing in his pants. A small moan left him when you played with his pubic hair and his cock gave a twitch. You must be innocent because as soon as you felt that your eyes widened looking up at him in panic and wonder. Gods give me strength not to throw this woman over my shoulder and immediately take her with me, he thought. Instead he took his arm from your elbow and shoved it down his pants encasing your small hand. He knew he was able to please you and he was more than willing to help guide you to please him. He entwined his hand with yours and guided it to his almost fully erected cock. This time he could not suppress the smirk on his face at your wide innocent eyes, making you squeeze his cock. But he could not linger, his resolve was failing him and though he had no problem taking you right here in front of everyone it would not be what you want. His eyes glanced down your form, he could see you were clenching your legs. Quickly he searched your eyes. Or maybe it was? Shaking that thought from him he guided you to his balls. He would not admit it out loud but he was rather proud of them. They were big and heavy, and he was not ashamed to show off when times called for public bathing after a battle. His men should know what a real man looks like, show them why he was the leader on and off the battlefield. Yet, again your touch was delicate, cupping them softly. You weigh them in your hands and he felt like Freya had blessed him personally with a woman like this. But then you did something he did not expect you gently caressed them. Groaning out he could feel pre-cum dribble onto your wrist. Now he was fully hard and his

resolve was crumbling by the second especially with the way you looked up at him. For a second he thought you were teasing him but then you quickly pulled your hand away startled by him. He was cursing himself, longing for your touch back on his manhood. Instead you stepped back giving a small nod and avoided his eyes. The ritual was over. Leaving him painfully hard.

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 8

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Fluff and Angst

A/N:  I really love this chapter and hope you guys do too! As always, this fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 4,066

Catch up with chapter 7

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Everything was packed back into the large storage bins they came in. Your desk was cleaned out and everything in your hotel room was shoved into a suitcase and a duffle bag. Filming had been completed in the Great White North. There were a couple of scenes that needed to be reshot, but that wouldn’t be more than a week. Monica had changed your flights to an earlier time, stating she didn’t want to sit around the worn-out motel room when she could be headed home to sunny skies. This only caused slight panic on your end. You hated being rushed. Sure, you were a last-minute packer, but when it was unofficially part of your job to make sure all wardrobe and set accessories were returning back to the states, it stressed you out.

The plane would be boarding in a matter of minutes and Monica thought now was the perfect time to grab coffee. You on the other hand were digging through your carry-on bag. Joanna had quite the sweet tooth, even more now that she was pregnant. You had picked up a bag of maple candy but of course you couldn’t find it. You phone buzzed in your purse that was on the empty seat next to you. Zipping up your carry-on, you picked up the bag on your left and dug through the bottomless pit that was your purse, finding both the maple candy as well as your phone.

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The Difference Between You and I

Masterlist

Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Prompt: “You had your chance”

Summary: Hi could you do #28 “you had your chance” on Elijah? Like him betraying you then regretting it afterwards or something like that? I don’t know if you are accepting requests but if so could you please do that?

Whichever it came down too you knew Elijah would always choose his family, even if it was between you or them. He kept on repeating that he loved you and he hoped that you would be able to forgive him some day, but sitting here in the Mikealson compound awaiting Elijah’s return forgiveness didn’t seem to be on the table.

The latest evil roaming the streets of New Orleans Lucien Castle had erupted a huge battle between himself and of course the Mikealsons. You just happened to get caught in the cross fire and the decision you never thought Elijah had to make, he was force to make it and his choice wasn’t to save your llife…instead he saved Freya’s. Granted that was his long lost sister and you didn’t blame him for picking her, you were mad that he had made all these promises to you and tonight he broke each and everyone of them.

Flashback

“How does it feel Elijah, to know that I hold one of the two most important people in your life here before you. Their lives are literally at my mercy, all you have to do is pick either Freya or your beloved Y/N and I’ll spare whichever you choose” Lucien said, showing absolutely not compassion for his actions.

“I will end you” Elijah whispered harshly, all Lucien did was laugh at that empty threat.

You locked eyes with Elijah and saw the pain in his eyes, he looked at you utterly defeated at the choice he was forced to make.

“Forgive me” he said to you before using his vampire speed to throw a stake towards Lucien, giving him enough time to grab Freya and run.

Lucien pulled the stake out of his chest and threw it towards the ground, he leaned down to your level. “Well, well it looks like your dear Elijah left you here to die”

“Then what are you waiting for…kill me” you spat those words at Lucien.

“I was never going to kill you love, no…you should be thanking me. I showed you that your trust was placed in the wrong person. My sweet Y/N, the satisfaction I will get from you hating Elijah Mikealson is better than killing you myself”

End Flashback

Lucien was sick and power hungry, but he was right about one thing. Trusting Elijah was pointless, he was a man of his word…well he tried to be. But tonight he seemed to forget that and completely abandoned you when you needed him most.

You heard footsteps and saw Elijah walk through the giant double doors of the compound. He quickly rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Did he hurt you? If he laid a finger on you Y/N I will kill him myself” he protested.

Pulling away from his warm embrace you placed your hands up to signal to him to stop. “The only person who hurt me tonight was you”

“I know your mad, and leaving you behind was one of the worst things I have ever done in my life.And I regret not being able to save you, but Freya-”

You scoffed, “Is your sister. I get it Elijah, because family for you will always come first. Always and forever correct? The oath you, Klaus and Rebekah swore to each other 1,000 years ago. I get that I’m not a priority to you, all because I’m not family”.

Elijah undid his button on his jacket, and took it off. You hated fighting with him but this time it was inevitable. “Is that what you think? That you don’t matter to me?” he asked baffled at your insinuation.

“What else am I suppose to think? I know you love me Elijah, but even that isn’t enough to save me when my life is in danger…not if I’m up against any of your own family”.

Turning away you couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t see the guilt in his eyes from having him stare into your eyes which were full of hurt. Taking slow deep breaths, you composed yourself and turned back around. “Lucien was right” you spoke, Elijah immediately lifted his head.

“Whatever that monster said to you, it cannot be trusted” he snarled.

“His right when he said I placed my trust in the wrong person. I’m not anger Elijah that you saved Freya, I’m anger at you for making me a promise and then turning around and breaking it. You always say your a man of your word, but when you had your chance to keep your word to me…you broke it in favor of one of your family members”

He stepped forward and went to pull you into another hug, but you backed away. That simply action alone hurt Elijah more than your words ever could. “I love you, but I can’t trust if my life is in danger again that you would come and save me, if it ever came down to that again”.

“Y/N listen to me, I will not let Lucien Castle out of all people come between us. I made a choice, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. If your life ever is in danger again I will go travel to the ends of this earth, to do whatever it takes to save you. One mistake, one choice shouldn’t wipe years upon years of history”

Gently touching his cheek you said, “I know Elijah, but I need to know wholeheartedly that without a second pause or doubt, that you would always choose me. And I know that may sound incredibly selfish, but I would never hesitate to choose you if it ever came down to it. I don’t care if it was between you or Klaus or anyone in this entire world…I would always pick you”

Taking a step back, you wiped the tears falling down your rosy cheeks. Grabbing your coat that was placed over the chair you begun walking out the door, before halting and turning back to Elijah who was still rooted in the same spot he was in minutes ago. Locking eyes once more you spoke, “That is where you and I are different. You’re my family Elijah, however clearly I’m not yours”.

With that your boots clicked beneath the stone floor and you faded from view, leaving Elijah Mikealson behind and breaking both your hearts in the process.