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Family Therapist

Female vampire reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah is your husband and you've been basically the family therapist. Well, one night you both became one for his little brother.

Warnings: mentions of death I think?, mentions of ghosts,

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Elijah and you have been married for well over 400 years and over time you have gotten used to the family's drama and dynamic.

There have been many times when you acted as the family therapist, and let's not kid ourselves, you still are. Just somehow in weirder ways than some may think.

(But let's also be real, you still have to lecture Klaus out of daggering any of his siblings or hurting them 'just because', being the only one who he actually listens to, which is a miracle by itself.)

A great example is what just happened one night.

Surprising enough, this is the first time you've ever been in a situation like this. It's definitely not the worst or anything of it, but this was very different to say the least.

You were sound asleep in your husband's arms until you hear the door to your guys' room slam open. Both of you separate in alert, but the only danger there is, is the body that crashed between the both of you.

"What the?" You said sleepily and reached over to turn the lamp on.

Once the light lit the room in a yellow glow, you both look at the visitor in your bed.

"Kol? What are you doing?" Elijah asks, surprised that his younger brother is there, without acknowledging one of you.

"Oh you know, just missed my older brother and his wife" his voice was muffled by the pillow he pressed his face in to.

"Uh huh, and how does that explain you gripping onto the blanket for dear life?" You raised your eyebrow at the youngest brother.

"Because it's soft?" He asked unsure, rather than answering you.

"What happened?" You kept your eyebrow raised at the immortal teenager, no way for him to get himself out of this conversation now. Elijah saw that look on your face, knowing, now you won't budge until you get the truth out of Kol.

Kol looked up at you, letting out a huff, seeing no way of getting out of this. At least this is better than Nik, he'd just throw him in a box, he thought.

"I swear I saw someone move in my room, but I couldn't find anything, so I came in here to make sure if the ghost comes back there'll be alibis" he rapidly said, and hid his face back into the pillow, feeling his cheeks starting to turn red.

You and Elijah shared a look of concern before your husband placed a hand on Kol's back. "Kol, you don't have to be embarrassed about that, considering your experience with ghosts in the past, you have a right to react the way you did," he told him.

"Lijah's right, we would never judge you about that. So what if you're a bit wary about ghosts, it's normal, a lot of people are" you added.

Kol's breath hitched before speaking, "Really?" He looked up at both of you.

"Of course" You and Elijah nodded.

He smiled softly before a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Just so you know, I'm not leaving. And if that ghost takes me, I'd rather have my final moments with you guys over Nik, who would most likely yell at me."

He laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, knowing that he was laying between you guys. "I know you guys probably want to be laying together and be all cute and couply, but I don't want to think about you two doing anything over pg-13. My poor innocence couldn't handle it" he said and let out an 'oof' when you smacked him with a pillow for the comment.

"Have you ever even been innocent?" You asked and looked at Elijah with amused eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like a tired father that just had to put up with his child. Honestly, he just did, considering what Kol had just said and he can sadly be even more immature.

"Of course I have...like that time...okay maybe when I was human, but that still counts" he mumbles and sticks his tongue out at you. And he hates it when you call him a child? Really?

Y/n: The kids are asleep

Elijah: ...We don't have kids

Y/n: Then tell that to you're little brother and sister who just asked me to tell them a story till they fell asleep

Elijah: Kol and Rebekah?

Y/n: Yep. I mean they were being cute, and I told them a story, but I thought you might like to know how we are now parents.

Elijah: We?

Y/n: They asked for you too, and got sad when I said you were on a phone call

Elijah: Ah, that makes sense why Kol also tried to convince me in giving him a piggyback ride yesterday.

Y/n: Did you give in?

Elijah: No, but then he went to Rebekah and sulked with her

Y/n: Parents?

Elijah pinching the bridge of his nose as y/n chuckles at him: Apparently we now are

Imagine You Are Hope’s Babysitter And All The Mikaelsons Have A Crush On You.

Elijah watched in amazement as you tutored his niece in reading. You sat at the table with Hope at your side, focusing intensely on the gliding of your finger and the soft instructions of your voice. She seemed almost memorized by you-not that Elijah couldn’t see why. For a hunter, you were extremely gentle and loving. Something which contrasted surprisingly well alongside your fierce protective streak. While Elijah admitted, he had his doubts when Hailey first introduced you as Hope’s nanny, he could no longer picture anyone better to babysit his niece.

“Amazing, isn’t she?” Klaus spoke up, snapping Elijah from his trance.

Elijah gave a short nod, swallowing his slight embarrassment of being caught staring. “That she is. We’re very lucky to have her.”

“More than lucky a woman like her only comes once in a lifetime.” Kol’s voice came from behind. He stood propped up against the doorway, his dark brown eyes watching the huntress keenly. It was clear that the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings had taken an interest in her. Something neither brother liked.

“Stare all you want little brother, but (y/n) belongs to me.” Niklaus declared. Elijah couldn’t help, but snort at this. “Please Niklaus, just because she works as Hope’s babysitter doesn’t make her yours. Besides which (y/n) is a person not an object to lay claim over.”

“He’s right, Niklaus. You can’t choose who, (Y/N) falls for.” Rebecca chastised, appearing suddenly next to them. Like earlier with Kol, she had a predatory type look as she gazed longingly towards (Y/N). “Besides ever thought she might like someone a little more…feminine?”

“Bloody Hell. Is she a witch or a huntress, cause apparently we’re all under her spell.” Klaus growled in disbelief. “Who’s next? Hayley? Freya? Our deceased parents?!”

“ Let him be ”

Elijah Mikaelson x Y / N

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" Jesus, hurry up. " I mumble angrily to myself, waiting for my soon to be ex boyfriend to come home.

Klaus and I have been dating for nearly 2 years,  last summer I moved to New Orleans to be with him.

But, I recently found out he cheated on me  with his bitchy therapist, Camille.

So, i'm sitting in his study, waiting to confront him.

" Y/N? " Klaus yells from a distance.

" Y/N, there you are. " He says as he walks into his study.

" Here I am. " I say dryly, taking a sip of the drink in my hand.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. " What is it now? "

" Don't play dumb." I reply.

" I'm not. But please, enlighten me. What have I done now? " He says.

" Oh, I don't know. Fucked your

SHRINK?? " I yell, now standing up.

" What! You're crazy, I- " He rambles on.

" Go to hell, you pretentious bastard! " I say, knowing exactly what to say in order to hurt him.

" Ah yes, bastard. You've been waiting for oh so long to throw that in my face, havent you! " He replies, raising his voice.

" We're done! " I scream in his face, stomping into the hall.

Why the hell would he choose her over me?!

I mean, i'm younger, not to mention I don't psychoanalyze him constantly!

I stomp down the stairs, noticing that Elijah and Rebekah are there, obviously eavesdropping.

" Your brother is a fucking c*nt! " I say to them, walking to the door.

" Y/N, wait. " Elijah says, following me outside.

" If you're planning on convincing me to forgive Klaus, don't. " I say, not stopping.

" I wasnt - im not. I just wanted to say i'm sorry for my brothers behavior. Niklaus often does things without thinking of anyone but himself. " He tells me.

" you're...sorry? " I ask in disbelief.

" He never deserved you. " Elijah says, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

" Elijah.. I don't know what to say. " I tell him, trying to hide the fact that i'm blushing.

" Then don't say anything. " He says, pulling me in and kissing me softly.

I immediately kiss him back, putting my hands in his hair.

He pulls away.

" I'm sorry Y/N. I. I shouldn't have. " He says.

I stand there for a second, contemplating.

Without giving it a second though, I passionately kiss him again.

He kisses me back without hesitation, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

We make out for a few minutes before I pull away, needing to take a breath.

He looks like he's trying to hold back laughter, slyly smirking.

" What's so funny? " I ask, smiling at the man in front of me.

He chuckles. " Niklaus will be furious. "

" Then let him be. " I say, kissing him again.

** this is an old imagine from my wattpad account , i’d like to think my writing has improved since this , but i still thought i should post on here !! lmk if i should do more <3:) **

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Elijah Mikaelson when you’re being a brat.

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“You better drop the attitude, dearest. Otherwise, I assure you, you will not be pleased with the consequences.” The original warned, taking a step closer to you.

“You may be a control freak but you can’t control me. I’m not your fuckin’ slave!” you snap back.

That was entirely too much for him to take, his blood boiled as he thought of you chatting with his youngest brother Kol earlier that day, and he naturally assumed he had corrupted you.

“Apologize this instant or I shall forget that I am a feminist.” He threatened, the anger so prominent in his luscious brown eyes that it seemed he could burn you just with his gaze.

“You won’t really do anything. You’re all talk, Elijah.” You taunted, too far gone to realize what was to come.

He stalked towards you, delicately lifting his hand and lovingly stroking your cheek, before roughly pulling you in and placing his lips beside your ear.

“Now you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to your throat, dearest.” He said into your ear, unbuckling his leather belt with his free hand.

And, at that moment, you realized that shallow apologies and your screams won’t help you get his benevolent forgiveness anymore.

“Get on your knees.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry ‘Lijah, I was just kidding.” You pleaded, flashing him a faux innocent look.

“I said, get on your knees.” He commanded, glaring daggers at you.

You quickly obeyed, knowing better than to taunt him any further.

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Lovely

In which Elijah choses you over Hayley.

Pairings: Elijah mikaelson x fem reader, Elijah x Hayley

Warnings: Angst, cheating, parental issues, toxic relationship (my brand!)

Wordcount:272

"God, I don't even recognize myself." She spoke nervously, fiddling with the ring on her finger.

"You don't have cold feet, do you?" Elena asked fixing her hair. She still hadn't become accustomed to the fact her best friend would be marrying an original.

"No. Of course not!"

She wasn't scared of marrying Elijah. She was scared of marriage in general.

Her parents were quite happy before they married, at least that's what people told her.

Now their marriage was filled with lies, secrets, infidelity, and broken trust.

She feared the same would happen with Elijah.

She saw the stolen glances between him and Hayley.

She wasn't an idiot. She just pretended to be.

For him, she would pretend to be unaware of their attraction to one another.

He smiled softly as Hayley fixed his tie for him. He could more than do it himself, but maybe there was something about the women in his life doing it for him. 

Today was the day. The day he would marry the love of his life.

"You look handsome." The voice of the woman he often left his fiancé for says.

Shame and regret consumed him.

"Thank you,"

He didn't understand how he could've been so foolish. He didn't love Hayley. He let lust consume him. He was grateful the price was only a few sleepless nights and not the loss of his bride.

"Are you sure about this?"

He was quick to answer. He didn't need any time to think about it. He was in love with her. He wasn't going to make the same mistake ever again.

"Yes," He paused for a moment before continuing. He turned to her, his eyes filled with sympathy. Pity.

"Hayley," He started but was quickly cut off.

"I get it, Elijah. You love her.”

All too well

Thought of this while listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey and decided to write this instead of sleeping

Your relationship with Klaus throughout the years.

Parings: Klaus mikaelson x fem oc

Warnings: Klaus being a jerk, cheating, a little fluff (wow), angst, toxic relationship, kind of a yandere vibe lols

Wordcount:787

                                       10th century 

"Fiona. Fiona, stop. I want to come with you."

The girl only laughed as Niklaus chased her through the forest.

“You'll have to catch me first," The girl spoke. He didn't have to look at her to see the smirk on her face.

"I will." The boy declared.

                                                    1820

He kissed her hungrily, moving from her lips to her neck.

She couldn't quite enjoy the moment as she remembered the two women she had seen him with earlier.

He didn’t attempt to hide his infidelity after Katerina. She had realized he truly didn't care anymore.

She opened her eyes to see Elijah with Celeste. Jealousy ran through her body. He looked so happy. She couldn't remember the last time Niklaus had looked at her that way. With love and not lust.

She perks up instantly as Rebekah walks into the room, her fingers intertwined with Emil's. She had suspected Rebekah was seeing someone but, she would have never guessed it was the governor's son.

"Are we interrupting?" Rebekah asked, seeing the two.

"No," Both Fiona and Elijah answered.

"Yes," Klaus groaned into the girl's neck.

"Dearest Fiona, Elijah. You've only ever wished happiness for me. Emil and I are in love. Please, let me turn him,"

Fiona smiled brightly running to hug her sister-in-law.

"Rebekah that's lovely. I'm so happy for you," She cupped her face as they giggled happily.

Hugging once more.

“Thank you sister,”

She turned to face her husband as she heard him chuckle.

"Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed to hide a lot of our indiscretions. It would not do to turn his son into one of us," Elijah spoke.

"Please. For me," Rebekah begged.

"Well," Fiona tried but was quickly cut off.

"It's not going to happen, sister. If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist and we'd have no bloody food,"

"Niklaus! You are out of line," He sent his wife a sharp glare before grabbing Emil by his throat.

"Brother," Elijah spoke but was ignored.

"Niklaus. Niklaus!" Fiona followed her husband

"Niklaus, no!" Rebekah tried.

The sound of Emil's neck being broken after Niklaus drops his body over the balcony made her stomach churn.

Klaus roughly grabbed Fiona's arm dragging her to wherever.

The last thing she sees is Elijah consoling a sobbing Rebekah.

                                                      1887

She had convinced Klaus it was time to wake Rebekah.

"Well, it's about time. I was bored waiting but I did so want to see your face, and it is, indeed, priceless,"

"Niklaus, stop taunting her,"  Fiona knelt beside Rebekah.

"You bastard. What day is it?"

"Sunday,"  

"I have been daggered for a whole week? Marcel – what have you done to him?"

"It's 1887, Rebekah. You've been daggered for 52 years,"

"I'm sorry, Rebekah," Fiona apologized, seeing the look on her sister's face.

"What?"

"Niklaus presented him with a choice: he could choose to undagger you and live out the rest of his human days with you, or,"

"No," She turned to face her brother, who held an emotionless look on his face.

"He could turn him instead, as he's always wanted, in exchange for giving you up,"

"No. He wouldn't do that to me,"

"Oh, but he did."  Klaus spoke with a chuckle.

                                                   1919

Again. He had cheated again.

Of course, he had broken down and played the victim.

"I'm sorry, but I promise this was the last time. I promise, please just don't leave,"

"Ok. I'll stay,"

He smiled and he kissed her cheek affectionately.

"I love you. Always and forever," 

“I’m going to check on Rebekah,” He spoke before leaving her by herself.

"Always and forever." She mumbled, looking at her ring.

                                                       “Please, Niklaus. We can not leave him. He’s my son. He’s our child!” He turned from her pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, but we have to leave him.”

She sobbed uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

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"Enough! I've had enough. Enough of your empty promises and lies!"

He watched her closely, an emotionless expression painted his face.

"What exactly are you saying?" He spat sharply.

"What does it sound like I'm saying?"

He arose from his seat.

"You will watch your tone with me! I will not allow you to disrespect me in my own home!"

"Our home! That's exactly what I mean. I am leaving you!"

"You will do no such thing!"

She couldn't even react before she felt something pierce her heart.

She looked down to see an object she recognized all too well.

"You promised," She whispered.

"I'm sorry. It had to be this way,"

"It didn’t. You’re not sorry. You never are.”

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She couldn't leave him. She was stupid to think she ever could.

So now, she watched in jealousy as he played with his child alongside Hayley.

It was unfair. Niklaus had never wanted children, and now, he had one. She had searched every grimoire, asked every witch, begging nature for a loophole but she never found one.

After everything he had done to her, she couldn’t stop loving him. Their love was strange. It was rare. She remembered everything all too well.