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one shot but is theoretically part of The lost daughter Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

1. 

Nikole, yours and Elijah 13 years old daughter  (even if she was 1000 years old)  was getting accostumed to a teen life and more to being part of the family. After being kidnapped when only a baby by Dahlia, being a  Mikaelson first born, you and the Mikealsons thought her dead for 10 centuries. Ultil Dahlia arrived for Hope, revelaing the truth. 

 Fast forwards a few months and Nikole was safe back in your arms. Still she, like Freya, had to get used to the Mikaelson's antics  and bond of 10 centuries. 

Every morning the routine was the same  (expect when there was a threat), New Orleans jazz and blues would wake her up in her room.  You and Elijah had helped  her shape it and she  was still making it 'hers' after being alive  only one year every century she was now finally aging and growing up in a loving family. 

She would get dressed and head downstairs  to find her uncle Klaus feeding little Hope in the dining room. 

'my little stag. Good morning' he would always great her with a warm smile as hope babbled too in greetings. As elijah was the noble stag, klaus considered his niece a little stag, similar to hope being the littlest wolf 

'morning uncle nik' she smiled back 'hi hope' she usually said following by a wave to the baby 

'what would you like for breakfast?' he always asked her followed by calling the staff under compulsion 

Sometimes she ate right away sometimes she waited for her parents 

'I would like to wait for mother and father'  she replied. Klaus always smiled, never thinking that you and elijah would be again parents. 

'of course. You see your parents are always late for breakfast because, my bother likes to slip in I mean sleep in' he said, thankfully Nikole could not understand certain innuendos 

'we are here brother' elijah replies with what most would consider his way of sigh. You two walk in the room, elijah's hand gently resting on your back  

'morning my darlings' you say before you kiss nicole's head, then klau's head and hope' cheek. meanwhile elijah squeezes gently klaus's shoulder and then Nikoe's before moving your chair for you to sit. 

Elijah then sits between you and his daughter, adjusting his ties as he serves you both a drink 

Nikole observes her new and old family, she can feel the love of the mikaelsons of which she is now a part too.  

She is Mesmerized by her parents. the way ِElijah gently scolds klaus when he goes too far with his comments, the way he carefully listens to all Nikole has to say, the way his hands always must touch you or brush against yours.  But most that the way her parents greet her, and well care for her, is so similar to what they do for their uncle. 

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2. 

You and elijah are out of the compound solving his latest mess and he decides to contribute to your peace of mind by doing what he craved since he learned your daughter was alive: teach her how to paint.  

Hope is playing on the floor, handpainting too as klaus shows nikole how to mix colours, how to use the brush. 

His smile is wide as his niece listens to him with attention. 

'marvelous, a true talent' he praises her as she finishes her piece. 

'thank you for showing me how uncle nik ' she replies to him fondly 

'of course my little stag is my duty as the best artist of the family to show you the ropes' he replies with a wide smile 

'I think my daughter could steal you the title brother' elijah says as he walk in with you, his arm and your interwined as you two walk in the room 

'father! Mother! Look! Uncle nik showed me how to paint' nikole cheers motioning you two to look at her painting 

'its wonderful my dear' you tell her genunily  kissing the top of her head 

'you have a true talent my child' elijah tells her, a gentle hand on her shoulder. A hint of pride at the praise crawl's on nikole's face, suddenly mimicked by klaus as elijah says 'you too brother. This mix of colours is a fine work' he adds admiring klaus's work 

You continue talking about at the painting as you give some input. Nikole listens to you carefully. You then give input to klaus too, and nikole notices how he listens to you. Carefully as if every of your words was the only feedback that mattered to him. And she has not known her uncle for long but she knows that is quite rare for klaus mikaelson to listen to other.  

She is more taken by that. How elijah's hand is on his shoulder too, his comments constructive and praising. How klaus listens, as if he were a child just praised. And that makes nikole think, how similar klaus's reaction to your attention is to her's. 

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3. 

 You and elijah were out as always fixing the mikaelson problems and had told her to stay at home where it was safe with Hope and Klaus, and so Nikole was reading  in her room when Klaus entered it after a soft knock 

'I need your help little stag' he told her 

'of course uncle nik. What is it?' 

'I need to make straight a little insult I was given, but your parents must not know of it. This will be our little secret?' He asks her with a smirk and nikole after a few convincining gives in Nikole had went to the parade and following klaus's directions she had used her witch powers to lit on fire some umbrellas, transformed some of the witches items in frogs and made other disasters. The situation had escalated beyond their control when the altar had taken fire and everyone was running in fear 

Klaus and took nikole in his arms and had vampire sped to return home 

'that was a magnificent work of magic love, now go before your parents realise we had left'. Nikole giggled and had gone towards the stairs, when her father had entered the room. Her smile faltetered as did her uncle's  

Elijah had entered the room quickly noticing their state that only confirmed his suspicion. 

'Y/n just called me the witches parade has been disrupted, by magic and someone of fast speed. Clearly a vampire and a witch working together, something rare in New Orleans' 

He said  walking in the room with his low stance before turning to his brother and daughter 'Care to explain?' 

Nikole eyes were low she had never seen her father tense. 

'Why telling us elijah?' Klaus asked faking innocence 

'Oh you know very well brother' he replied eyes squinting at him. Nikole's eyes were glued to the floor 

'I can expect that from you niklaus, but bringing my daughter into it, a child, your niece. That was a low blow even for you' he said with deadly calm  

'Have you any idea of what it could have happened? How you could have hurt yourself. You want to give more worry to your sister in law?' He asked to klaus as he then moved his stare to Nikole  'to you mother? After all the stress and trouble she went through for this deal with the witches? To keep us all safe?' 

'I expected better from you. Both of you' he says with almost a sigh, his discontent clear. Klaus is now mimicking Nikole. Eyes low. Stand apologetic and not troublesome like you would expect from him. 

'I'm sorry father' nikole apologised,  'sorry 'ijah' klaus said at the same time 

'This better be the last time'  he proclaimed finger pointing at his brother  

'yes father' nikole replied while klaus had the good sense to stay silent. Elijah was pleased by the conversation as he said 'You are dismissed' before walking back out. As both klaus and  nikole went to their respective rooms 

What cofused nikole was that klaus usually did not take scolding from anyone but instead in this occasion he had looked apologetic as much as her. Like a child scolded by his father  

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4. 

It's not long after the parade incident, that nikole can't sleep. Still saddned by having upset her father and by her uncle reaction. She got up to get some water when she saw the light on in klaus's study 

Klaus Is reading in the study when nikole  knocks and opens the door 

'Uncle nik' she asks tentitvely walking in the room 

'Yes my little stag. Why are you awake at this hour?' he asks her closing his book 

'I had a question and could not sleep' she explains 

'Come and sit' he tells her patting the spot next to him on the sofa. Nikole sits down and fidgetes with her fingers debating if to ask or not 

'go on. You can ask me anything'   he encourages her  

'I am confused, are you my uncle or my brother? ' she finally asks, she expect rage or confusion but instead  Klaus laughs as if he had heard the funniest joke 

'Obviosuly your uncle. What made you think that love?. I'm not as perfect and somber like your father but I am not a child. I got only 4 years less than him' he thinks is a joke as nikole instead its serious  

'Its just that father and mother, they .. they treat you differently than aunt freya, or aunt rebekah or uncle kol.' She clarifies and that makes klaus laugh stop, seriusness then coming into play 

'What do you mean?' He enquiries  

'they love them i see it, but you- they- they treat you - like – like me'  she whispers the last word  

Kluas is silent because deep down he knows  she is right, but how do you explain to a child that just came back to this family the codependecy bond developed with her parents in over a thousand years? 

'You are still learning about our family. And is not my place to steal from  yoru parents the joy of sharing our history to you.  especially  as they lost so much  of your youth. But i will tell you this, to answer your  question. You know  your  mother was found by our father in a nearby  village,  her family dead. He brought her home' he explains 

'Yes' nikole nods 

'She grew up with us and then fell in love with your dad and had you' he continues 

'I know uncle nik'  she knows this  story, you and elijah told her. How Mikael spared you because  your fire  remided him of Freya. How you  grew up in the Mikaelson household. How you  and elijah fell in love and had  to keep it a secret. How you married  when human and had nikole,  how she  was taken, and all the rest. 

'What you dont know is that she raised me. Your granmdother and grandfathr wherent good peple,  they did not love us like your parents love you, or how i love hope.  They did not care much of us. I fet lonely, without guidance. Mikael was vile with all his children but with me even more.' He says his eys lost in the memories of abuse. 

 'But your parents they protected me, guided me, loved me. They raised me. The are my north star. They have always been there for me guiding me, putting me back on the right path. Caring for me above their  own lives. As they do for you. Never doubt  that you are the most  loved being for  them, that they would raise war and destory  cities in your name. So in a way yes, you are  right, they kind of are my  parents too. Before  you arrived i like to think i was their faovurite  person. That is why you are named after me'  

klaus explains ,more vulnerable than nikole has ever seen him. And this admisison in a way  clears so many doubts While at the same time raising so many more questions. Both of them are silent as they take the informaion in 

'Does it trouble you?' He asks, afraid of having scared the child 

'No.' Nikole proclaims, before looking at him 'I like it. I like that you are  my uncle and  my brother' 

And as small as a sentence that can be, klaus  heart is filled with joy at the child statement, his eyes lucid 

'i like it too' he whispers. The two of them stay silent for a bit 

'come. Lets get a midnight snack, isnt that what uncles/brothers are for?' He asks her with mischief and nikole matches his smirk . 

And the next morning when you  and elijah greet klaus and nikole the same, a kiss on their heads from you and a warm  squeeze on their shoulders from elijah. Klaus and nikole exchange a warm smile. An understanding. That in the mikealson family  uncles could be brothers and nieces could be sisters. 

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Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

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The lost daughter Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

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Elijah Mikaelson stood before the grand windows of his family’s ornate home, the cool evening air shifting past the open panels to brush against his skin as he gazed out into a darkening sky. He recalled the countless nights he must have done exactly this, looked out at the same unchanging ether; and he wondered how it could look so different now that he knew her. 

As the day had faded, Elijah watched the stars emerge. Each one, ancient and arcane, acted as a reminder of the centuries he had lived, the countless battles he had fought; and the endless nights spent as alone as he felt in this moment. 

Never in his millennia of existence had his thoughts been so entirely consumed by one person, Elijah was no stranger to affection, but he never would have thought it possible to long for someone so strenuously. Y/N L/N had unknowingly captured his heart, and it seemed to him that there was nothing he could do to emancipate it.

She was wholly unaware of the effect she had on him; he was confident of this. Their friendship was simple, filled with laughter and shared moments that left her satisfied while making his heart ache with bittersweet longing. 

How could he justify what he felt? 

She was human, beautiful and kind, fragile and fleeting. Elijah was a creature of the night, a thousand years old and burdened with the malice of his past; he was a monster. He had observed as the times shifted around him, and never once, through the ages he bore witness to, had he felt contempt at his affliction. Where once relished in his power and eternity, he now drowned in it.

Each day, as she grew closer to her inevitable end, he felt the smothering weight of his affections grow heavier. He could not bear to witness her aging while he remained unchanged and eternal. Their livelihoods contrasted so glaringly that it left a bad taste in his mouth; he could never have her.

Elijah could not quell a venomous voice calling for him to turn her. As much as the allure of her immortality beckoned, he felt the burden of this reality pressing down upon him. He could not shake the conviction that to grant her such a gift would be a selfish act; one that robbed her of the life she deserved. He envisioned her vibrant humanity, the warmth of her character and the fleeting moments that made her so undeniably precious. To turn her into something she was not, to take away her chance to live fully, to love and to age as she was meant to, could he truly bear that?

Elijah sighed, raking a hand through his dark hair as he took the final sip of amber liquid from his crystal tumbler. As much as it pained him, he kept his distance, aiming to shield her from the dangers that came in correlation with his world. He was a friend to her, but that is where it ended. He feared that if he were to reveal his affections, she might recoil, horrified at the thought of his love. But most of all, he feared his love would bring about her end; no one ever lasted long in Mystic Falls, and any connection to him would make her a target.

Elijah thought of when he first met her half a year earlier, a friend of people often his adversaries in this uncanny town. She had not yet known about the covert world she lived in, and he had watched as she took it in her stride amidst the disarray of Mystic Falls.

From the moment he had laid eyes on her at a gathering hosted by the Salvatores, he was struck by her effortless charm, at the time, blissfully unaware of the lurking dangers that danced at the edges of her reality.

As the weeks went, and the unsavoury pastimes of her friends became known to her, he noticed how she remained steadfast in her support, never flinching when they faced danger; an innate strength that both captivated and terrified him. Her involvement placed her in danger and he could barely stomach it, but he knew that any attempts at her preservation would break down his faux illusion of causal amiability. 

What had surprised him was her sufferance towards his family, although they had given her plenty of ground for aversion, you would not have known it. Elijah found himself drawn to her, her honour and kindliness not only painting her as a person of trust and potential ally, but as someone who illuminated his perpetual existence. 

He turned from the large florid windows and drowned in his dejection. Elijah closed his eyes and pictured a life with her, relishing the shimmering mirage of the woman he believed he should never have.

Y/N sat cross-legged on her bed, flooded under the dim moonlight that illuminated her bedroom from her window. A familiar warmth was blooming in her chest in the wake of her dream. She had dreamt about him again, and although she was met with nothing but hollow images when trying to recall it, Y/N knew it to be true; she could feel it. Elijah was a figure of quiet strength, his kindness genuine but conditional, his presence commanding yet tender. She understood fully that beneath his charming facade lay a man capable of heinous things, artfully concealed behind layers of warmth and grace; it was this complex duality that both captivated and unsettled her, but people would never see this side of him had they not given him reason. 

Y/N pulled her knees closer to her chest and rested her chin on them, staring out the window into the dark. It was late, too late for most people, but sleep rarely came easily these days. Not when her mind kept spiralling. Beneath the surface of her admiration lay a deep-rooted ache, a longing she feared would remain forever unreciprocated.

There were moments, fleeting but sharp, where she would catch the slightest glint in his eyes, an intensity and tentativeness that contradicted the calm and collected way in which he perpetually carried himself. She could not place its catalyst, never quite conclude the reason for his apparent indifference. 

She watched him with others; he was always courteous and kind, and though he extended the same civility to her, it felt hesitant, as though he was keeping his distance. Not out of aloofness, no, that did not seem right to her. He was always kind, always careful with his words. He never pushed too close, never showed too much emotion, and sometimes it made her wonder whether all the little exchanges, their shared glances, the gentle touches on her shoulder, were nothing more than an act. A way of being nice out of obligation, out of courtesy. A politeness reserved for the human in the room.

Y/N sighed, and her gaze dropped to her hands. Maybe she had been putting too much weight into the moments when he had leaned in just a little too close, or the times he had lingered with her in conversation, the moments that had fueled her affections. After all, he is a man who has lived through centuries… what could a fleeting human like her truly mean to him?

She loved him, a love she had no right to feel and no place to nurture. Every time he looked at her, even from across the room, her pulse quickened and her breath hitched. She loved him in the way a person loves what they cannot have; she felt it in the back of her mind, like a dream that fades from memory in the first moments of the day, real but unattainable, lingering in the crevices of the mind. It was the gentleness of his touch, the way he always seemed to know exactly when she needed comfort and the way his presence made the world feel lighter. It was the quiet intensity of him, the way he carried the weight of centuries and still found space to be kind to her. 

And despite everything, the danger, the distance, the uncertainty, she could not stop loving him. It was as if her heart had chosen him without rhyme and reason, irrevocably; nothing could alter it now. Even if he never knew, even if he never returned the feeling, she would love him.

In their quiet moments, she often imagined what it would be like to confess her feelings. Would his rejection give off the same biting sting as his indifference? Would he retreat into a demeanour even more distant? Would he disappear altogether, her confession too much to entertain? 

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating the stark reality of their worlds. She was human, with all the fragility that came along with it. While he was a vampire, ancient, and burdened by its accompanying history and murk.

Their disparity was overwhelming, and Y/N felt as though she were drowning in it. She closed her eyes and sunk back into her pillows; picturing a life with him and savouring the fallacious warmth it designed. She wallowed in her desolation and the reality she believed she could never have.

I'm wondering if I should do a second part for this, let me know what you think. Also, this has been posted off of a relatively long hiatus, I recently started a university course which, unsurprisingly, has chewed up all of my spare time.

Anyone waiting on the next part of my 'revenant' series, I'm sorry for the long wait, I promise I'll dive right back into it when my holidays roll around soon enough. But with a spare week between countless assignments, I felt like writing something new, and this was the result.

1.

You were in your nightgown sitting on the bed reading when Elijah entered your shared bedroom, you closed your book and looked at him sternly, his smile dropping at your cold reaction. Realizing your were still bitter he avoided speaking and instead he began to undo his medieval shirt when you took his night vest from his side of the bed and throw it at him.

‘what was that for?’ he said calm slipping as he cached the clothes before they could hit his face

 ‘you are not sleeping in my bed tonight’ you told him with annoyance as if it was the most obvious reason

 ‘it’s our bed’ he sighed, turning to look at you trying to maintain a calm tone

‘it’s a marital bed. Which is for faithful husbands’ you underline

‘I was never unfaithful’ he replies offended by your accusation

 ‘still you seek katerina’s company!’ you say huffing and crossing your arms.

 He realizes what you are talking about. katerina and him played catch in the gardens this morning when you and Klaus were coming back from ‘hunting’ (meaning feeding in the night) and had spotted them. You had asked if you were interrupting them clearly annoyed but Elijah did not thought you were going to be petty for the rest of the day. he had left you alone giving you time to let the anger dissipate. An anger he could not understand having him done nothing unfaithful apart spend time with another woman. Which was nothing more than a friend.

 ‘I was merely entraining her while you and niklaus were out hunting’ 

‘ah! So now is my fault that I was spending time with your brother. Are you really jealous of him?’ you tell him offended as his lack of understanding. Your accusation of him being jealous of Klaus has no ground considering Elijah only ever adored that you and his brother are best friends

 ‘of course not, I’m glad for the bond you two share. But I don’t’ understand why you are jealous because I just took pity on a lonely girl’  he says leaning against the wall

‘it wasn’t the first time’ you point out crossing your arms

 ‘so what? now I can’t have friends? You are being ridiculous’ he finally snaps  as you let out an annoyed sigh 

 ‘just go sleep on the sofa before I banish you from our room for two nights’  you tell him ending the conversation

‘y/n..’ he says calmly but firmly

‘three’ you count, the night of punishment building up

 ‘stop acting so childish!’ he now raises his voice at your frankly nonsense reaction

‘four’ 

‘fine!’ he says picking the nightgown and leaving the room closing it with a loud sound that has the frame shaking as you lay down in your bed in anger.

The next day when the jealousy is dissipated Elijah and you had barely talked. When the night comes as for your request for him to sleep on the sofa he enters your shared bedroom taking his nightgown  and when he is about to leave to go to the sofa, while he still picking up the gown from the bed, you take his hand stopping him. he looks at your confused as you scoop over and get nearer him, popping yourself up on your knees, still half seated on the bed you cup his cheeks before kissing him. he complies having missed your lips for almost three nights. 

As you kiss him, growing of intensity you gently make yourself fall back on the bed this time bringing him with you as you cage him against you, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His props himself up on his elbows as you trace his features, anger having left both of you leaving space just for tenderness and growing lust

‘I thought you wanted me to sleep on the sofa’  he says trying to be serious while a smile is crawling on his face against his will as you peck his nose, his cheeks and then his mouth

‘what kind of lady beds her husband and then send him to sleep on the sofa?’ you ask him hinting that you have big plans for the night as he eyes you ‘You can stay but just because I’m the queen of aftercare cuddles’ you add, he just shakes his head at your excuse to have him back in your room

‘so generous of you’  he teases you, adjusting a stray of your hair

‘oh ‘Lijah’ you laugh ‘you will soon see how generous I am’  you add before locking your lips with his in a passionate kiss using your vampire strength to switch position as now he lays underneath you with you straddling him, before bending down and kissing him once more

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2.

Elijah closed the door in anger behind you two, and started fidgeting with his sleeves’ buttons

‘what?’ you asked him clearly seeing he was angered. He took a moment for himself holding the door with so much strength it cracked, then he finally speaks

 ‘you put yourself in front of a stake for me. how could you be so reckless?’  he said anger rising and not looking at you

‘sorry if I wanted to protect you, my own husband’  you tell him exasperated,  you acted recklessly? Yes. Did it save Elijah and both of you were alive? Yes. So what was the matter? as if he did not risk his life for you often…

‘not if it means risk your life!’ he now shouts pointing at you with so much anger you have not seen directed at you in centuries

 ‘what I do and what I don’t do with my life is none of your business!’ you reply anger rising in you too

‘don’t you understand? you could have died!’ he shouts back exasperated

‘but I didn’t!’ you shout back as he squints his eyes at you before shaking his head and taking sleeping clothes from the wardrobe

 ‘where are you going?’ you ask him confused

 ‘I’m sleeping on the sofa, I’m too angered to sleep next to you right now’ he says calmly going towards the door ‘goodnight y/n’

 ‘fine!’ you shout back as he closes the door

In the night Elijah is suddenly woken up by the sound of your heartbeat being near him. He turns and finds you on the floor next to the sofa wrapped in a blanket and a small pillow under your head. 

He looks down at you with a faint smile, you were sleeping peacefully, you always hated sleeping alone and now that the anger had dissipated, he understood  that your actions had been out of love, out of love for him, but he still hated them. He could not lose you. And you dying for him would be something he could never forgive himself for. 

He traced your features lovingly the best he could from where he was laid and then he stood up careful not to bother you he picked you up gently, you stirred against him in your sleep but did not wake, he smiled at you as he brought you both to your shared bed, before lying you down and then himself, sleeping while holding you close to him, as you out of habit snuzzled closer to him in your sleep

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3.

 ‘’Lijah! niki and I just came back-‘ you said entering the door of the study, you see elijah sleeping on the sofa, a book on his chest. He looked so relax, almost innocent, you could do nothing but smile as you tiptoed closer caressing his hair and smiling at your lover. 

You quietly take away the book from his hold and take a blanket that is resting on a nearby chair. Then you settle next to him so your head rests on his chest, you kissed his shoulder once and then put the blanket over you both hugging him close as you drifted to sleep easily. 

When elijah woke up he found himself rather warm as he looked down, he saw you sleeping peacefully curled on him, elijah could do nothing but smile at you and pet gently your hair as you let out a content sigh in your sleep. 

He debated if to pick you up and move you both to your shared bed but then decided to stay there fearing to wake you. You were comfortable on him, him less, but it was you all that mattered to him. so he slumped his head back and closed his eyes, his arm placed protectively around your shoulders as sleep took him once again.

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4.

elijah couldn’t sleep in your shared bed, it was cold without your body pressed against his. his arm automatically searched for someone to hold just to find nothing. When he woke up his instinct was to search for you on your side of the bed and as he found the bed empty in a few moments realization would hit him and the word would stop spinning. 

falling asleep was even worse he could not look at the empty side, only when exhaustion took him over he was able to sleep. sometimes he craved sleep, at least there he could dream of you, see you, your smile, your laugh. but sometimes he feared it, nightmares replaying your lasts moments to him

at the starts he had craved your shared bed. your smell was still lingering in the bedsheet, then it disappeared after a few weeks, and he never entered your room again. he tried sleeping for a couple of nights in another room, more to make Klaus stop pleading him to, but then Elijah settled for the sofa in your’s and his study. He had always hated sleeping on the sofa, the few times you had sent him there after a fight or because he fell asleep there. He hated it because it did not smell like you, it didn’t feel as it was something private, something intimate, belonging just to the two of you. It felt cold, uncomfortable, it didn’t feel like you. Yet in this case the sofa on the study, the same for over two centuries felt familiar, on that same sofa he had read to you, made love to you. Now it was just a place to sleep when exhaustion took over.

‘you can’t sleep forever on a sofa elijah, if not your room at least sleep in another room’ Klaus sighed seeing his brother yet again on the uncomfortable old sofa, black crescent moons prominent under the eldest’s dark eyes signaling his failure to sleep 

 ‘I can’t sleep in a bed niklaus. not when its empty’ Elijah said avoiding his brother eyes as Klaus sat next to him, carefully placing his hand on elijah’s shoulder 

‘sleep deprivation will only worsen this pain’ Klaus whispered more gentler than he had any right to be, but Elijah had become accustomed to his brother new gentle tone towards him, treating him as if he was some fragile glass. But Elijah was already shattered, there was nothing to break anymore. 

‘it’s late you should go’ Elijah dismissed him coldly avoiding replying how this pain, as he called it could not get worse, it could not get better, it was just consuming him until nothing was left.

‘ ‘Lijah…’ Klaus tried, ‘good night niklaus’ Elijah replied firmly looking at his brother, his eyes empty. Klaus let out a  saddened sigh and stood up and walked to the door ‘goodnight elijah’ he replied voice low as he avoided looking at his brother with glassy eyes

Elijah takes his head in his hands before purring himself some bourbon

‘you know he is right’ your voice tells him from next to the door.

 he started hallucinating you around a week before, not knowing if because of the sleep deprivation, grief, or the herbs freya gave him to try ease his pain. 

He turns to look at you, you look ethereal, beautiful, alive and yet different.

  ‘you need to sleep on a bed. the sofa as an indefinite replacement is not good for you my dear’ you tell him a tone mixture of gentles and scolding, as you would have said if you still were there

 ‘you were good for me, the rest was all just an extra’  he whispers, moving in circular motions his glass in his hand before drawing it and putting it on the table in front of the sofa 

You shake your head and go towards him, you sit next to him and you cup his chin. he closes his eyes but the sensation of your hand on his skin never comes 

‘you need to let me go ‘Lijah’ you tell him giving him a sad smile, as if I ever could he thinks. even if  this ‘you’ is a product of his mind you tell him the rational things you would have told him if you were still real. He opens his eyes again and you are gone.

There is just one thing left to do he is now sure of it.

He takes the white oak dagger he stole from Klaus and goes to the basement. the coffin with his and yours initials is there and welcoming more than the sofa. It almost looks like your shared bed. Klaus had the decency to when to dagger you both to not separate you and had made a two spots coffin. In his maniac actions at least he was thoughtful. 

Elijah lays there and look at what would have been your side. He traces it with his fingertips hoping to find still some trace of your presence even if you had not inhabit it for more than 200 years. 

He retracts his arm and takes the dagger aiming it at his own chest. He pierces it 

At least the dagger induced sleep is dreamless, he can’t see you and that pains him, but at least nightmares can’t find him either

© Starkleila 2024

Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2)

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Materialist

Klaus’s centred Materialist

The Mikaelson family and you materialist

Early 990s A.D. - Mystic Falls

You had just got of age, being a beautiful woman every boy in the village wanted to court you, but you did not give them much attention being in love with elijah since you could recall. Still the noble mikaelson out of fear of rejection and low esteem had not yet spoken his feelings for you. Even if you had been friends your entire life having you being adopted and raised in the mikaelson home.

Right now you were at the market buying some things Esther had asked you to, when the vendor, a boy around your age, was trying to court you, with gifts and soft words, you were smiling back.

Elijah was looking at you in a distance jealousy and pain pervading him. feelings he had never knew before. Klaus came up to him as he needed elijah to practice dueling with him, but then Klaus noted his older brother expression and following his line of sight saw you and the boy. Klaus understood immediately, being the closest to you two he knew about your mutual feelings for each others and had tried to make one of you confess for months now.

Klaus laughs and clamps elijah’s shoulder ’ if you don’t man up and confess soon brother she will find another, any boy of age expect me, and our brothers want her.’ He said as elijah directed his attention to him, rolling his eyes avoiding his accusations

‘Perhaps she already found it’ Klaus adds noticing as the boy kisses your hand and you turn red

‘I don’t know what you are talking about niklaus. y/n can pursue any suitor she fancies, I’m merely contemplating that the boys does nothing inappropriate with our dear friend which is under our family protection’ elijah says calmy is usual unreadable dementor in place, not tearing his eyes away from you

But by seeing you laugh with that boy Elijah’s eyes darken at the sight, and Klaus smirks  ‘sure brother’  

1004 A.D.- Du Martell’s castle

When Elijah became a vampire his jealousy only grew. Though his jealousy must have not been mistaken with mistrust in you or wish to control you. Quite the opposite, he just hated that men – or women- dared to undermine his status as your husband, as the person you choose to give your heart, soul and body to. He perfectly knew that if someone was offending you, you could defend yourself, sometimes too well, when he had to remind you that you could not kill or threaten anyone being unpolite. Still in the years you came to the conclusion that you preferred, actually craved elijah being jealous, because as you soon would discover during your stay at the Du Martell’s castle elijah’s jealousy took a quite exquisite sinful way to express itself that brought you immense pleasure both mentally and physically.

At the court you and Rebekah were the new additions thus most men wanted you, and apparently for their standards being happily married was not a good enough reason to have them back down. You did not know compulsion at the time and could not go on a killing spree as were hiding thus it was in that time that elijah really understood what jealousy was, especially as Lord Tristan was not backing down. Instead finding your repulsion for him and your happiness with elijah a better reason to try steal you away.

Tristan was always waiting for an occasion to find you alone to flirt with you, annoying you greatly as you had to politely always try to escape, bringing elijah and the rest of the mikaelsons to not wanting to leave you for a second. Still Tristan founds way to torment you. Send you flowers, letters, trying to speak with you when alone and all other gestures that made yours and elijah’s blood boil.

Even today you and finn were playing chess under a tree when finn was called by kol, leaving you alone to pack the game, Tristan saw you alone from where he was seating and decided to strike

‘lady mikaelson’ you heard Tristan say behind you as you packed the game

gosh that prick is coming to it again you thought, praying elijah would appear before you finally gave in and ate the Count for lunch

‘Lord Tristan may I help you?’ you faked smiled

‘I hope you received my presents’

‘I’m afraid not’ you said uninterested  ‘if you would excuse me my husband is waiting for me’ you said trying to move out of the way, but Tristan stepped in front of you

‘I have been trying to speak with you my lady. You see is a tradition in my father’s reign called prima nocte. where girls spend their wedding night with the lord of the region instead of their husbands’

‘apart from finding it quite un-noble tradition. I don’t see the point of speaking about it with me as I’m already married, and long before we came here’ you answered trying your best to not kill him on the spot

‘I know but-‘ Tristan tried

Finally elijah arrived, seconds before you would finally kill that prick for that nonsense costume

‘husband!’ you greeted him as elijah arrived, kissing you deeply in front of Tristan to send a message as you moaned in the kiss getting carried away

Tristan cleared his throat to attract your attention

‘lord Tristan, I beg your pardon I had not seen you there’ elijah said lying and keeping his arm around your waist his hand drawing patterns on your back, a silent way of telling you let me handle it my dear, violence is not the answer although he deserves it

‘lord elijah. If you will excuse us I was having an important conversation with lady y/n’ Tristan tried to get rid of elijah

‘I’m sorry lord Tristan but I was coming here as my wife expressively sent my brother to fetch me as she required my services’

‘I could help. what does she need a new dress? a horse perhaps? I’m sure a lord like me can provide her with whatever she needs, for some favors in exchange of course’ Tristan tried to buy you from elijah making both of your blood boil as the noble stag contemplated finally giving his blessing to you to gut the lord as Tristan suggestion that elijah would even consider her ‘selling’ you away

Elijah took as step towards Tristan wearing that smile he wore before tearing someone apart but instead he whispered in Tristan’s ear

‘I’m sorry my lord but my wife has very specific needs that can be fulfilled by just me. behind our bedroom doors. So if you would excuse us is not polite to let a lady wait’ he said before retracting as you smirked

‘I’m sure i-‘

‘Gooday my lord’ elijah said patting Tristan arm before taking your hand in his and going towards the castle, neither of you giving the lord a side glance, as he stood under the tree boiling in rage and jealousy

‘one minute later and I would have decapitated him’ you said to elijah when you were far enough

‘I know my love. Thank you for behaving. I intend to make it up to you, repeatedly ’ he replied kissing your forehead as you giggled as you two went to your shared bedroom

After an entire day spent in bed that night by pure casualty elijah takes you against a column in the corridor next to tristan’s chambers. Your cries of pleasures filling the ancient walls and especially Tristan’s ears that was boiling in anger in his bed, alone.

1914 – New Orleans

For the peace of the quarter a witch, that could not be compelled, had to agree to work with the mikaelsons. The problem was she had refused the mikealson threats, diplomacy and gifts. You had noticed that she fancied you, leaving you to use your charms to make her agree to the family terms. Let’s say that elijah had killed for much less.

So that it was why you now where at the Abbatoir during a party flirting and drinking with that witch. Elijah was standing at the balcony, far enough to give to the witch a sense of security and near enough to intervene in case he needed to.

‘you know most husbands will be intrigued by their wife flirting with a woman, I’m sure both women and men have been in your’s and y/n’s bed before’  Klaus teased his brother appearing behind him on the balcony

Elijah was tense and had murderous eyes as he saw the witch touch your arms and waist.

‘well most men sexualize women, and fluid sexuality especially, too much for my standards. Also mine and y/n’s sexual preferences and orientations are none of your business niklaus’  he replied coldly not tearing his eyes away from you

‘I’m just teasing you brother’ klaus said, before his eyes went wide as the witch kissed you, and instead of pushing her away you kissed her back

Elijah was about to move when Klaus blocked him

‘what you think you are doing niklaus’ elijah growled wanting to go downstairs

‘preventing you to do something reckless. the plan is going to bloody hell if you decapitate the witch before y/n persuades her to let us in the trade’ as the two men bickered, and Klaus kept elijah against the wall you appeared clearing your throat with both men turning towards you

‘mission accomplished’ you told them showing them the signed document

‘I had no doubt sister’ Klaus told you as you smiled at him while elijah remained silent

‘you saw that didn’t you’ you asked him, he staid silent avoiding your eyes ‘I did what I had to do elijah’

‘I know’ he said but the pain behind his logical mind was clear

‘well that is my call to leave’ klaus said vamp speeding away to the party before either of you could reply

‘are you mad?’  you asked getting closer

‘of course not. It was a foreseeable potential consequence of the plan’ he replied sincerely taking your hand and kissing it

‘well I am’

‘why?’ he asked confused

‘because I kissed someone who wasn’t the love of my life’ you replied, cupping his cheek

That made elijah’s heart warm beyond measure, so he kissed you passionately bringing you close as you complied

‘you had to do what you had to do for this family. y/n. I’m not mad and neither should be you.’ He explained gently adjusting your hair ‘Also that was a beautiful and charismatic woman I can’t blame you if you found her attractive’

‘well of course she is a beautiful and smart creature, as many of the people we both indulged in the century. But that kiss meant nothing. the only person I love, and will ever love or want, is the man standing in front of me’ you replied as he smiled at you and kissed you again

‘the feeling is mutual mon ceur’ he said as he broke the kiss for air, keeping you still close ‘let ‘s leave it behind should we? We accomplished what we wanted’ he asked as you nodded

‘just one question still’ he then asked

‘anything ‘Lijah’

‘I just want to know where she touched you’ he asked peppering your neck with kisses as you smirked knowing where this was leading to

You pointed to your arm

‘here?’ he asked kissing the point you had pointed to ‘here?’ he asked again moving to your neck and to all the other places he had seen the witch touch you or the points were you pointed at

You trembled in desire under his touch, mind already lost ‘yes’ you breathed out as he continued his trail of kisses on your skin

‘good. I intend to erase every trace of her from your body with my mouth’ he said cupping your chin to look at you in the eyes with that devilish smile ‘how does that sound my love?’ he whispered your eyes full of lust matching his

‘my only objection is why are we talking here instead of being already tangled in our bed ‘Lijah’ you replied inches from his lips never breaking eye contact

He chuckled before picking you up and vamp-speeding you both to your shared bedroom, Klaus smirking at you two from downstairs in the crowded room as he sipped his drink happy that all was good.

2010 – Mystic Falls

You were standing at the mystic grill entrance waiting for elijah, when damon spotted you. Sensing that you were a vampire he approached you

‘it would be impossible for me to not know the name of such a beauty in our small little town’

Damon said approaching you using his usual tactic to try charm women for information. You recognized him immediately from the description elijah had given you but you decided to have your fun

‘and who would you be?’ you ask him

‘damon Salvatore, let me offer you a drink. What is your name sweetheart?’ he asks signaling matt to pour you some scotch, he was about to touch your hand to give you the glass but before you could reply you heard your favorite voice behind you

 ‘damon I would hate to break my vow to elena and remove your heart from your chest this very second if you touch my wife’ said elijah calmly standing as always impeccable in his suit and coat

Damon looked at the original questioningly ‘elijah?’ he asked not understanding why the original was there

‘my dear husband, damon did not know’ you tell him getting off from the stool and kissing elijah deeply, which although not being a fan of PDA if someone was flirting with you he was more than willing to show the depth of his affection for you

‘wife?’ damon asks again shocked

‘y/n mikaelson, lovely to meet you’ you tell him, as eliajh’s arm stays firm around your hips

‘you have a wife?’ damon asks again wearing his shocked expression with a bit of wanting to vomiting  while elijah is clearly a moment away from gutting the young vampire

‘he does and he is quite jealous about it’ you comment proud kissing elijah’s cheek

‘well if you ever get bored-‘ damon tried, his sassy remarks always ready, little did he know that elijah was not the type to laugh on such matters

‘I see you have a tendency towards taken women damon. go fancy the doppelganger, we are done here’ elijah says bringing you towards the door you turn around and wave jokily to damon

‘that was fun’ you tell elijah, his arm still firm around your hips, as he rolls his eyes playfully ‘I love it when you get all jealous my dear’ you whisper to his ear as he opens the door of the car for you

‘should I trust your word or do you wish to prove it?’ he challenged you, voice low and deep, you shivered in lust

‘get us home in 10 minutes and I might’ you whispered biting playfully his earlobe

Nevertheless to say elijah that day cared not much about driving protocols and rules as he drove the car back home.

2011 – New Orleans

You and elijah had to talk with marcel and some of his new vampires which apparently did not know much about being polite and were very sexist. Also did not know how dangerous it was to make you or elijah irritated.

Elijah had to leave to talk with some witches, meanwhile some vampires that had seen him went for answers to marcel that was talking with you.

‘who was that prick dressed all up?’ a vampire asked marcel entering what once was your family home

‘that was my husband, elijah mikaelson, an original. So I would watch your tongue if you want to keep it boy’ you said unimpressed to the young vampire

‘who the hell are you’ another vampire with the same attitude asked

‘y/n mikaelson. The original witch-vampire hybrid. Everyone calm down’ marcel replies before you can speak, knowing how much you dislike unpolite people, when he was a child you taught him how to talk to women, elderly and anyone and how to talk with respect.

‘that is an original? That pretty girl?’ the vampire asked marcel pointing at you. The situation was starting to bother you

‘this pretty girl has fangs and no problem in tearing you apart’ you said calmly playing with a knife you had picked up from the armory while marcel, knowing you very well, as two centuries before he would call you mother, knew that his vamps were on a thin line, as you as much as Rebekah reacted badly to insults or sexism.

‘you think you can scare us, you and that suited up prick you call husband can go-‘ before he could finished you had your hand around the guy’s neck, as his body collided with the wall

‘do you wish to die?’ you asked

‘y/n let him go right now!’ marcel shouted

‘marcel if you can’t teach your boys how to be polite then I should teach them a lesson on how you treat a lady’ you said unimpressed turning towards marcel that before could answer

‘my love I promised that you would not kill any of marcel’s men’ you let out a frustrated grunt letting the man go as you hear your husband calm voice behind you

‘thank you’ elijah says as you go stand next to him, still annoyed by the young vampires

‘yah do as you are told princess’ another vampire spat, that made your blood boil, so you had your knife between the man’s eyes in an instant (although being a vampire would wake soon) , elijah just smirked

‘everyone watch your tongue. You are making us appear as beasts’ marcel scolded his men before getting nearer elijah ‘elijah make her behave please’ he asked sincerely

‘that man had it coming marcel. no one talks like that to my wife, or should to any woman.’ Elijah replies adjusting his sleeves, ‘Moreover not the devil himself could make my darling love do something she doesn’t want to, and neither can I I’m afraid’ elijah says smiling while looking fondly at you that had went to take back your knife from the vampire’s body

‘maybe she just needs a real man to tame her, a tailored suit dandy like your has no power to a hot head like that, she needs a real man in her bed to satisfy enough to handle her’ one of the vampires said. elijah remained calm but gave that smile he would give before committing murder as you see anger and jealousy in his eyes that are tearing a hole in that young vamp head with his stare.

‘you shouldn’t have said that…’ marcel said as elijah’s eyes darkened as you smirked knowing what was about to happen

Elijah got to the man adjusting the vamp’s jacket before giving him a devilish smile and throwing him to the next wall

He then walked in circle addressing all the young vamps ‘my wife is right you all need a lesson you sexist beasts. And believe me, I would gladly give you one, or even better let my wife do as she pleases with you. But as I gave my word to not harm you further I will leave the talk to marcel. I have more pressing issues with my wife’

They remained silent while elijah moved next you giving you his hand for you to take

‘my love would you follow me in the library please?’ he asked giving you his charming smile that always made something in you steer

‘of course husband’ you said giving him your hand and waving at the young vampires mouthing a ‘thank you’ to them leaving them completely confused. a minute ago you wanted to kill them and now you thanked them? Why?

You and elijah hand in hand vamp sped to the library in the upper floor leaving a very confused vampire army and their leader.

‘good job everyone now we will wish to be able to tear off our own ears’ marcel said annoyed and pissed at his men

‘what?’ the other asked not understanding, before they heard you cries of pleasures as elijah was on a mission to let those baby vamps know that the only man who could satisfy you was him.

let’s say anyone in a three-block radius with supernatural earing could hear who you belonged to as elijah managed to take out of you animalistic sounds of pleasure for all night long

© Starkleila 2023

Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2)

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Materialist

Klaus’s centred Materialist

The Mikaelson family and you materialist

Masterlist

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Mikeal was searching for Klaus with the intention to beat him without reason as always. Maybe Klaus had forgotten something or Mikael had just a wish to let out his frustration on the innocent Klaus.

As often Klaus did he was hiding in your’s and elijah’s tent, his father usually did not search for him there but this time he had seen the footprints outside the tent due to the mud being there still after days of rain. Mikael entered the tent as Klaus was hiding behind one of the curtains, as you pretended to be sewing a little dress for your newborn. In fact you were around 7-8 months pregnant.

You had grown up with the mikaelsons when Mikael had brought you home from a village he had slaughtered, still he always considered you an inferior. Although Klaus was your best friend, you and elijah had been in love since you could remember and had confessed it when you became of age having to keep your relationship hidden from miakel. just a few years later, and a few months ago you had fallen pregnant with elijah’s child prompting you to marry up fast and Mikael being not able to protest considering his family name would continue.  

Mikael busted into the tent without much of an invitation

‘where are you boy!’ he shouted entering the tent

‘Mikael, what is the matter?’ you asked trying to act shocked

‘don’t try to fool me woman I know he is in here!’ he shouted at you

‘I don’t know what you are talking about’ you replied from your chair

‘Nilklaus come out right now or your punishment will be much more severe!’

At that Klaus exited his hiding place trying to act like he had not heard his father ‘y/n here it is the wood you had asked me – father may I help you?’ he tried acting, but you could see the fear in all of his posture you just hoped mikeal could not

‘I’m no fool boy! Hiding behind your brother’s wife? Such a coward!’ Mikael shouted and Klaus flinched

‘he was helping me with the wood because elijah is out!’ you tried to make mikael reason

‘nonesense! Come here boy!’

‘father i-‘ Klaus tried

‘I gave you an order!’ he shouted again at that Klaus moved towards him, head low he exchanged a look with you that were on the verge of tears but before you could react miakel structed him with his belt as Klaus flinched in pain

‘leave him alone!’ you shouted standing up

‘mind your own business girl!’ Mikel spatted back as he hit Klaus again

Meanwhile Elijah was coming back from the woods when Rebekah ran to him ‘elijah! Father Is searching for nik in your tent’ Elijah started to run to you tent but arrived too late, the shouting could be heard from outside

As you tried to intervene Mikael pushed you ‘stay away, you foolish girl’ he said and at his force he sent you back flying as you collided with a column of the tent and fell on the floor

You let out a scream of pain holding your belly as Klaus turned toward you, eyes wide in fear

In that moment elijah stormed in, pushing away his father to get to you

‘Y/n!’ Elijah screams and both klaus and Mikael stop as you cry out again in agony as elijah bends down to you, one of his hands behind your neck as he looks at you in fear and anguish trying to understand what is wrong as his other hand lays on your swollen stomach that you are holding with both hands

‘the baby. something is wrong’ you cry gripping elijah’s arm, Mikael stopping as well as Klaus looking at the scene

‘quick call mother!’ Elijah shouts at them as he sweep you up in his arms setting you down on the bed trying to calm you as you continue letting out cries of pain and whimpers

‘what happened?’ esther asks opening the tent, Rebekah behind her worry pervading them as they see you

‘father pushed her, please mother help her’ elijah plaeded her as you cried out in pain, he could not tear his eyes away from you that was sweating and holding his hand

Esther bend down looking at your belly and as she touched it you cried louder, she opeened your legs and realized that you were dilatated, they had not seen before the spot of water that was surroundign you

‘I think she is giving birth’ esher said assessing the situation

‘no, it’s too soon’ you said as tears started streamig down as you looked at elijah, his face mimicking your worry

‘quick Rebekah fetch a cloth and lots of warm water’ esther instructed Rebekah that exited to go take what she had been asked too

‘mother…’ elijah tried seeyign your worry

‘we don’t have a choice, the baby must be delivered or both of you could die’ esther replied , that made elijah freeze in his stand especially as you let out another scream of pain

Elijah turned to you his free hand resting on your cheek lovingly ‘my love listen to me. You have to give birth or you and the baby could die. So I beg you, you need to do exactly as my mother tells you okay? Everything is going to be alright I give you my word’ he says as you look in his warm brown eyes you nod ‘I’m here with you, hold my hand as tight as you need to’ he tried to smile at you and kissed your forehead

‘y/n you need to push’ esther said  bit you were breathing too hard and not listening as you were in too much pain that was fogging your mind

‘elijah you need to help her breath and push, or its going to end up bad’ esther told her son

Elijah nodded in fear he used his free hand to hold your chin prompting you to look at him

‘my love. Follow my breathing and push when I tell you okay?, please’ he begged you, you nodded and started following his breathing and pushing as he told you

‘I see the head. a last one’ esther said

‘y/n you got to push’ Elijah told you ‘a last one, plase’ as you sqeezed his hand letting out a dishuman scream as the baby was almost out you fainted

‘y/n!’ elijah shuoted as panic pervaded him seeing you fall back on the bed unconscious ‘please wakeup!’ he pleaded you cupping your face

‘she just fainted’ Rebekah reissued him seeing you were breathing just unconscius

‘please save her I beg you’ he pleaded his mother a tear rolling down

‘she should live’ esther said checking you as elijah momentary forgot about the baby too focused on your wellbeing as he breathed in relief having feared to have lost you

‘you did so good my love’ he says his forehead agaisnt yours but you can’t hear him as you are still unconscious as he caresses your hair

‘it’s a boy!’ Rebekah exclaims exited as elijah chuckles

Esther takes up the baby you her eyes widening in horror as she cleans it

‘why he is not crying’ elijah asks remembered clearly at Klaus, Rebekah, kol and hernik birth’s to have heard the child cry when it came out, esther doesn’t reply

‘mother?’ he prompts again as panic surge in him

‘the child is dead Elijah, I’m so sorry’ she says eyes down

‘no. it can’t be’ he says shaking his head and looking at you before looking at his mother again

‘the premature birth and fall must have killed him’ esther explains

‘no please’ he begs crying

‘y/n will live, she just needs rest. We should clean her to avoid infection. Rebekah please take care of her while I clean the baby’

Esther cleaned the baby and placed it in his cradle and exit the tent stopping at the door

‘I’m sorry son, you should say goodbye before we burry him’ his mother told him avoiding his eyes, elijah did not reply, his head in his hands as he silently cried

rebekah started silently crying  taking a clean cloth and bowl of warm water and getting near you to clean you as his mother instructed, her eyes avoiding at all costs the one of her older brother when he raised his head at her movement

Elijah stopped her hand by taking firmly her wrist and took the cloth from her

‘it’s my wife I’m doing it’ he said voice firm and tense not looking at his sister, he could not take his eyes away from your unconscious figure knowing that your heart would break when you would wake up

‘elijah you are under shock, let me do it’ Rebekah tried to say containing her sobs

‘ I said I’m doing it Rebekah’ he replied turning to her his eyes red, Rebekah at his devastated eyes lets go of the cloth and water allowing him to snatch it from her hands, then she took a step back

‘please leave’ he dismissed her calmly and stoically

At his command she sniffed and left the tent silently

Elijah cleaned his tears with the back of his hand as he then took the cloth and water starting to clean you to prevent infection, hoping that taking care of you would ease the pain he felt, a pain he never thought it was possible. He could not even imagine what would have happened if you had died in child-brith. Actually, he knew, he would have taken his sword and challenged Mikael hoping to die in the process.

As he cleaned you tenderly he begged for your forgiveness, ‘I’m so sorry my love, it’s all my fault’, even if you could not hear him, being still unconscious, tears silently streamed his face as  He cleared you and changed you in fresh clothes, taking away also the blood strained bed shits before placing you lovingly on the new clean ones, his hand adjusting your hairs as he kissed your forehead, lips trembling

Then he moved to the crib finally taking the courage and looking down at his son, at who would have been his son,

The one who he would have though to how to swordfight, how to be strong but gentle, who would have sang to sleep, teached to speak

elijah picked up his unresponsive son, it looked like he was sleeping rather than dead and for a bit elijah could pretend that.

Elijah set again on the bed next to you, with one arm caressing your hand as you slept and the other holding the child

Minutes passed, maybe hours and you still were not awkme, Elijah can’t tear his aways away from him, his son. so beautiful so perfect, which would never open his eyes, being snatched away from you even before being born

His mind traveled to the months of pregnancy. You had been scared when you fell pregnant, you both were too young not even married and you had to do so in a rush to cover the image.

But he instead had being delighted he had always wanted to have a family with you, to be a father. He had wanted to marry you form the moment you had replied you loved him too when he confessed his feelings, but had to wait being you two young and as his father would disapprove. He had considered the pregnancy a blessing and a message from the gods that he could finally stat his family with you without being afraid of Mikael.

As his mind traveled to happier moments, he heard the sound of feet moving in front of the tent, uncertain footsteps that he recognized as his favorite brother

‘nikalus stop the pacing and enter the damn room’ elijah said firmly

The footstep stopped and after a moment of uncertainty, the tent was opened, the dim light getting in signaled that is was almost twilight as his brother entered the room, his eyes low not daring to look at neither of you

‘elijah, - I’m so sorry’ Klaus said finally raising his eyes. His face contorted in pain at the sight in front of him. the  image could have fooled anyone in another circumstance you looked like you were sleeping, and indeed you were, the baby in elijah’s arms the same. Although the reality was different. And without knowing what had happened it could have appeared as a new mother resting and a new father holding his son as he guarded his sleeping wife, but the redness in elijah’s eyes and his strained cheek revealed the truth. This was not a moment of joy and birth just of sadness and death.

Elijah did not reply at his brother instead asking for a question

‘what did Mikael say’ not father, mikael, to Elijah he was no father, he had just took away the chance for Elijah to be a father himself

‘that its not his fault. That- that y/n apparently was to weak to carry the child of a Viking like you’ Klaus almost whispered repeating the cruel words his father had said, completely ignoring the fact that has been his violence to bring you to prematurely birth.

Elijah stood up he gently laiys down the child in the crib and look down at him, niklaus remained in silence and looked down at his nephew

‘we would have called him nikolai you know? for you. But not similar enough to get Mikael anger’ elijah finally spoke almost smiling sadly at the thought of what his child could have been

Klaus heart broke, knowing his nephew would have been named after him, that the child lying dead in the crib, would have been a joy to help raise, to babysit to play with, to love

Klaus face contort  in pain as he spoke admitting his fear and guilt

‘it’s my fault. y/n intervened to protect me, because I’m weak. I’m so sorry brother’ Klaus if had managed to not cry before now had tears running down as he looked at elijah, the person he loved the most in the word and cried knowing to having cause his brother and you, his best friend, the greatest pain

Elijah’s eyes widened as he grabs klaus by the back of the head, prompting him to look at him, heads inches away

‘listen to me’  elijah said firmly and gently ‘this it’s not your fault niklaus. It was Mikael and if someone is to blame is- is me. it’s my fault the first time he laid an hand of you I should  have struck him dead and-, and now- now my child is dead. y/n lost her son because of my weakness to defend you and our family from that monster. This ends tonight’ Elijah said letting go of Klaus and reaching for his sword ready to exit the tent and kill Mikael once and for all, as rage and guilt went through him , if he had done so years before Klaus would not have suffered, and his own child would be alive. He failed his promise to his brother, to you and to his child to always protect you all

Klaus stood in front of him and stopped him making him drop the sword by taking his arm ‘and then what brother? He kills you too and when y/n wakes not only she lost her child but she is a widow?. Don’t you think she suffered enough?. She needs you, I need you’ klaus pleaded him as elijah started crying again throwing himself at Klaus holding him as he sobbed unashamedly in his little brother shoulder

‘my son is dead, nikalus do you understand?, he is dead’ elijah cried and Klaus cried too, never having seen his older brother, his rock, so devastated

They staid there for a bit until elijah calmed down

As he let go of klaus, klaus left his hand on his older bother’s shoulder and took the courage to speak

‘I know you don’t want to hear this, but we need to bury him’

Elijah let him go standing agin next to the crib looking at his son as pain and anger cursed through him

‘no. not until she holds him at least one’ he says wiping his tears not tearing his eyes away from his son

‘elijah…’ Klaus tried to make him think

‘it’s her son niklaus, it was taken from her, from us! she has the right to see him, you can’t understand what we are feeling and I hope you will never have to’ elijah shouted as calm left him only rage at himself, Mikael and the world.

Klaus was at a loss of word and stared at the ground

‘I’m sorry brother i-‘ elijah said more gently having realized to have lushed out at the wrong person

Before he could continue you stirred up signaling that you were about to wake up, the two brothers turn to look at you, both hearts breaking knowing that elijah now had to tell you what happened

‘I’ll leave you two’ Klaus said, patting elijah shoulder again before exiting the tent.

Klaus looks at you and then at Elijah before leaving a single tear running down at the thought of what is about to happen

Elijah recomposed himself, wiping his tears before crawling back in your shared bed and gently caressing your face as you wake up

‘ ‘lijah’ you mumble as you bathe in his touch

‘yes it’s me my love, you are okay’ he tells you caressing your face and trying to give you a small smile but his eyes are red again, you finally open your eyes and smile at the love of your life before taking in his strained face

‘why are you crying?’ you ask him looking at him and touching his face feeling that is damp of tears, before looking down at yourself, your pregnant belly disappeared. In that moment Memory come back, Mikael, Klaus, the fight, giving birth. panic surges in you, elijah should be happily holding your crying baby showing them to you instead his expression has a look you have never seen in your husband before , complete and utterly heartbreak

‘what happened? where is my baby?’ you ask in fear and panic as you try to sit up

‘my love it was a difficult delivery, you fainted, you are alive for a miracle’ elijah tells you gently as he helps you sit up on the bed

‘elijah where is our baby?’ you ask again now firmly as panic surges in you, he avoids your eyes

‘elijah where is our baby?’ you repeat as he swallows hard and finally looks at you, his voice breaking

‘y/n our son didn’t make it, the fall and prematurely birth killed him’ he admits holding the back of your neck caressing it as tear rolls down

‘no. it’s not true’ you shake your head as tears rolls down your eyes as you look in Elijah’s eyes his heartbroken mimicking your.

‘I’m so sorry my love’ he says, he doesn’t know how to comfort you, there is nothing to solve, and having grew up with esther never recovering from loosing freya and how from finn’s story Mikael turned into a monster because of that loss he knows that neither of you will ever recover, not completely

‘I want my baby’  you cry throwing yourself at him, he keeps you close your head on his chest as his arms are tight against you, his chin resting on top of your head his hand suiting you back as you sob and wine as elijah can do nothing but follow in your desperation

You don’t know how long you stay like that but the candles he lit before are almost gone but your cries and sobs don’t seem to ease

‘I want to hold him’ you say your head still against his chest

‘of course’ elijah replies kissing your forehead as he lets you go and takes your son gently in his arms bringing him to you

He lays him gently in your arms, he looks so small yet beautiful and seems sleeping, but you know he will never wake and cry for your milk, you trace his small face as you look at him sobbing

Elijah sits next to you again his arm around your shoulder as you stay there until the candles burn out and the room become pitch dark

Elijah doesn’t know how to tell you, but his brothers his right, hours have passed your son must be buried

‘my love?’ he asks carefully, you just mumble ‘I know you will not like what I’m going to say, but we need to bury him’ elijah says caressing your neck, your eyes don’t leave your son

‘no’ you reply shaking your head, the illusion is dissipating, once he will be buried his death will be permanent

‘we need to’ elijah tries again voice broken

‘no elijah! Is our son, our baby, he was taken from us before he was even born, I was ready to raise him, he should have buried us not the other way around’ you sob

He just rests his forehead aginst yours

‘I know and it breaks me too, but my love has been hours, our baby deserves a proper burial so that he can join our ancestors, your parents, my sister. they will take care of him, the gods will always allow a child to enter the afterlife’ he tries to reassure you, but failing, there are no gods, odin, thor, freya, if there were the world would not be so cruel

‘just ten more minutes, please’ you plead him, he just nods and kisses your forehead again knowing nothing he can do will make you feel better

When its time elijah looks at his son one last time, as you held him he exist the tent, that should have been a vison of joy, you his wife with your newborn baby, his son, in your arms but instead he is exiting the tent to tell his siblings to prepare the burial

They don’t speak they just follow his instructions as Rebekah eyes are still red

Elijah enters your shared tent and with the last strenght he has he speaks

‘it’s time’ he says voice low as he looks at you and your son

You kiss your child forehead for the first and last time, as you look at elijah, tear dry, rage for Mikael the only thing remaining

‘I’m ready’ you say looking at the child before trying to stand up, elijah is next to you in heartbeat preventing you to get up from the bed

‘but you can’t move, your conditions are still fragile my heart’ he says trying to make you think

‘I don’t care’ you reply

‘you - you almost died y/n, I could have lost you both. Please’ he begs you tearing up again, you don’t have the strenght to fight back not when the man you love looks broken as much as you

‘I’m not missing it. Elijah. I beg you’ still you say firmly not leaving space for discussion

‘at least let me bring you there, you should not move’ he tries and you nod

You take the time to properly prepare the child for burial following viking tradition with sheets, oil and burial objects, you trace the ruin of protection, love and death on the cloth

once he is ready elijah sweeps you up in his arms carrying you bridal style as you hold your covered child, Elijah just looks straight ahead not able to look at you two.

You open the tent meeting the miakeslon’s sad eyes that are avoiding your glance, Mikael was smart enough to not show himself, some of your friends are there too as Qzezia and Tatia. Henrik does not understand what is going on as he stands next to esther, even finn has tears in his eyes. elijah walks past them leading them to the designed area of burial

As you get there you sing an old lullaby to you son as if it was to put him to sleep, and not the eternal sleep you were about to bury him in

As you arrived there elijah placed you in klau’s arms, you let him not tearing your eyes away from the child

‘it’s time’ elijah says ‘no’ you cry looking at him and holding your son tighter, Klaus turns his head to give you privacy as elijah kisses your head and then gently takes the chidl from your arms you let him, before crying again

You buried your face in the crook of Klaus’s neck as Elijah  walk to the tomb his brothers prepared.

Elijah lies his son there ‘until the next life, my son’ he whispers as tears fall silently, Elijah draws the runes he learned as a child on the ground to protect he child as he goes in the afterlife following Viking tradition. Then he stands up, him and kol that has no sign of his signature smirk lay the soil to cover the body.

Elijah walks back to Klaus and Elijah picks you up again from Klaus arms as tears rolls down. There is only silence before the traditional song is sang, you can’t bring yourself to sing as you sob on elijah’s chest

once the burring ritual is done The rest of his siblings one at one go back home, Klaus is the last one to leave, kissing your head and squeezing his brother shoulder before leaving you two alone

you and elijah Stay there until morning rises in each others arms

other stories featuring elijah’s and yours children

© Starkleila 2023

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It was no secret that Nikole, your's and elijah's daughter was not only the most loved child in the viking village but also the apple to the mikaelsons’ eyes.

And her first steps became the most celebrated event of the family that summer.

It had happened so randomly. you and elijah were preparing dinner cutting vegetables side by side while talking about your day.

meanwhile nikole was playing with her toys on the floor. she huffed as her two favorite toys, the bear and stag of wood that klaus had made for her, as represented you and elijah, were out of reach.

her huffing made elijah and you turn towards her. elijah, as alway the attentive father, was about to go take the little stag that was a couple of meters away from his daughter when you stopped him by taking his arm, he looked at you quesitongly.

'eli, look' you told him. elijah turned looking  at his daughter that was trying to get up and succeding.

you and elijah stayed glued on your place thinking that this would be the first time  she would walk.

as you two held your breaths as she managed to get up and take a couple of steps, falling on her bump next to her toy.

you and elijah cheered and run to her as he picked her up and bocunhed her in his arms you peppered your daughter with kisses as she giggled.

After nikole had taken her first step to grab the little wood stag Klaus had made for her all the mikaelsons could not get enough of trying to make her walk again.

The next day klaus and rebkah were trying to make nikole walk outside of your's and elijah's tent.

they sat in front of the tent with the toys trying to make her walk again

'nikole come to uncle niki' klaus said waving the toy in front of her as the child's chubby hands tried reachign for it

'no come to aunt bekkah beautiful girl' rebekah tried

nikole looked indecisive.

you were standing a few meters form them wathcing the scene unfold. they had asked you to be not next to them or nikole would inevitably come to her parents instead  her uncle and aunt.

Elijah’s arms was around your waist as your head rested on his shoulders as you two looked at the lovingly scene in front of you.

'we should make another one' elijah told you looking with eyes full of love at his daughter trying to get up to walk to his little brother.

'easy there warrior, maybe in a few more years, i'm still sore from bringing your daughter to the world' you telling him as you palyfully spat his chest

'you are sore from practicing yesterday night for another one my love' he replies giving you a smirk alluding to the night before activitites you roll your eyes as he kisses you and you giggle in the kiss

'i will think about it' you tell him

'thank you' he replies smilign widly and kissing you again

'also as we did not plan nikole i don't think we will need to plan either of her siblings they will come naturally to us when is time' you add

'siblings? as plural?' he tells you and you don't think he could smile wider

'maybe' you reply as you kiss him again. the moment is interrupted as klaus cheers as nikole takes a few steps towards him and falls on his lap as he scoops her up and cheers

'my niece is so smart! i'm your favorite uncle ain't I love?' he askes her kissing her head as he swoons her aorund while she laughs

rebekah looks at him annoyingly 'is only because you were holding the toy she wanted!'

'its not true right love? uncle niki, to whom you take you name after' he added lookign at rebekah 'is your favorite after your mum and dad ain't he?'

no one coudl argue that nikole was mesmerised by every word his uncle told her. As she bubbled some child noise at him

you and elijah smile at the scene. Elijah looks at them and then down at you, as you look up at him smiling

'i'm the most blessed man that ever lived' elijah tells you before kissing your head

Masterlist

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

The lost daughter Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

The lost daughter masterlist

Masterlist

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Part 1 Part 2

Your sobs and elijah’s effort to comfort you could be heard throughout the mikaelson mansion the entire night. The emotions born from the discovery of your daughter’s survival and the fact that she hated you had overwhelmed you in a way you had not experience since her presumpted death.

Klaus could not sleep either drinking in his study thinking about what you and Elijah had lost, hundreds of years without your child. And inevitably he started wondering if the same could happen to him too and hope if he did not find a way to make the city safe for his daughter.

Only hours into the night the abattoir finally felt silent as exhaustion had taken over you and brought you to sleep in your shared bed, now strained in tears, with Elijah.

When morning came you started searching a way to find your daughter. Combining your’s and Elijah’s blood you started doing your magic to locate her.

Elijah let you work by yourself as he took a moment for himself to reflect on the events. He was drinking in the study when Klaus walked in

It had been centuries since Elijah had seen Klaus low eyes, trying to avoid the elder eyes, sorrow written all over his features

‘how is y/n? how are you?’ Klaus finally spoke not daring to meet his brother’s eyes

Elijah tilted his head looking at his younger brother.  ‘we just discovered our daughter is alive but hates us, thinking we willingly left her with our evil aunt. how do you think we are?’ Elijah replied harsher than what Klaus expected, Klaus did not know what to say as is adam apple bobbed

‘forgive me brother- it has been a long night’ Elijah apologized as Klaus set next to him pouring himself a burbon and drowning it

‘’lijah we will not stop until she is with us again. you protected my daughter, now is my turn to protect yours’ Klaus said holding the back of elijah’s neck. Elijah eyes watered as he nodded before both brothers heard you shout their names

-.-.

The mikaelson brothers rushed to you

‘I managed to track her’ you said eyes shining showing them the map, ‘it’s like a locator, mine and elijah’s blood will move in the map showing her movements’ you explain

‘let’s get our daughter home’ Elijah told you kissing the side of your head as Klaus nodded

‘where is she right now?’ Klaus asked looking at the map ‘she is- it’s impossible’ you replied eyes wide ‘is that our home?’ Elijah asked looking at the map as you three rushed downstairs in time to see Nikole and freya entering the house

‘nikole’ you said eyes watering again at the sight of your daughter, Elijah stood next to you eyes wide too. Every fiber of your bodies wanted to hug her but you knew that she would react badly

‘brothers, sister-in-law, we came here to discuss how you can help us free us from dahlia’ freya greeted you

‘but we don’t trust you’ Nikole added with anger and disgust looking at you and Elijah, as both of your hearts broke further

‘let’s take a sit then’ Klaus said inviting them as you and Elijah were too emotional to speak.

You all seated at a table as Elijah held your hand under the table as he could sense your distress

‘nikole we need you to know what really happened’ he tried , his daughter turned to him

‘you will first hear our story, then what we need from you and then maybe I will listen to your lies, are we clear?’ she replied with venoms in her eyes. Elijah’s composed expression fell as you tried not to cry

‘of course. Please begin’ he said lying back in the chair

Freya and Nikole told their story. How the first born curse was born. How freya was taken and raised by dahlia and then when time came dahlia brought Nikole to freya. How freya raised her as her own daughter. The time spell and how they aged one year every century the rest of the time sleeping.

You silently cried throughout the entire narration. Your failure to protect your daughter guilting you to the core.

‘we need you to defeat dahlia, so that we may not fall asleep again and live our lives as free. We know about your daughter, brother. She is alive, her magic woke us up and if we are awake then dahlia is too. She will come for her stopping at nothing. If you want to save your daughter from a life of slavery you need to help us’ freya explained as Klaus face fell but before he could reply elijah intervened

‘of course we will help you. We want our daughter back. We mourned you for centuries, we will not let dahlia take you from us again’ Elijah explained looking at his daughter, at that Nikole scoffed

‘these are all lies you sold me to dahlia like esther did with freya!’

‘We didn’t’ you replied finally finding courage to speak

‘We thought you were dead Nikole’ Elijah added

‘well I’m clearly alive’ she scoffed

‘you got sick. Very sick. Esther told us the only cure was to a near village. Your father and I walked for days to reach it and take the cure. But when we came back she told us you were dead. We never saw your body. She claimed to have burned it while your uncles were hunting to prevent the sickness from spreading. esther must have infected you temporally to make us go away and then gave you to dahlia. You were younger than what freya was so that you would not remember us as instead she did, so that you would not want to escape, so that you’ll hate us. But we mourned you Nikole. for centuries’ you explained wiping your tears

‘we were never the same again. your mother lost herself in dark magic trying to bring you back from the dead.’ Elijah added, pain cursing through him at the memory of you almost destroying yourself with prohibited dark magic to try bring her back.

‘why should I believe you? Your reputation precedes all of you. You three are murderess, liars, dictators, why should I believe you’’ she replied as tears threatened to fall from her eyes too.

‘we can prove it to you’ Elijah replied an idea striking though him

‘How?’

‘nikole let me show you please. open your mind to me I can show you my memories’ Elijah begged

Nikole looked at freya for confirmation ‘they can’t hurt you sweetheart let them’ freya told her niece and nikole nodded at her father. Elijah touched her forehead trying not to think that it was the first time in a thousand years that he touched his daughter. That she was really there in front of him, alive.

Images starting flashing in both their minds

-She is perfect you said rocking a newborn Nikole in your arms. You were younger and smiling widely as Elijah kissed your head ‘just like her mother’ he added before you two kissed-

-Nikole was sleeping in Elijah’s arms as he rocked her slowly to sleep as you slept in the bed. ‘nikole, my beautiful daughter I swear to you that I will always protect you, put your life before mine and love you unconditionally. Because you are my daughter and I’ll love you even after my last breath’ he said smiling widely before kissing her small head and placing her in her crib-

-‘she did not survive last night. I’m sorry’ esther said as you crumbled on the ground screaming ‘no! its not true!’ . Elijah crumbled on the ground next to you holding you as you screamed ‘it’s not true show her to us.  I want to see my daughter!’ Elijah shouted ‘the sickenss took her. I had to burn her corpse right away to prevent it from spreading to your siblings I’m sorry son’ esther replied leaving you as Elijah screamed in agony before crumbling to cry in your shared embrace-

-‘you two need to eat’ Klaus said entering your’s and elijah’s tent. You two were in each other embrace eyes empty in your bed, half of the tent destroyed. ‘no’ you replied. ‘it has been three days. You need to eat’ Klaus tried again. ‘leave’ Elijah replied, ‘’Lijah..’ , ‘leave us!’ he shouted as Klaus left the food on the table before leaving as you started to cry again in elijah’s arms. ‘I want my daughter’ you sobbed on his chest. ‘I know my love, me too’ he replied kissing your head as tears streamed from his eyes too-

-Elijah entered your shared tent seeing you with eyes pitch violet and black smoke coming from the ritual you were making. He rushed to you shaking you until your chanting stopped and your eyes turned back to their natural color. ‘you need to stop my love, this will destroy you’ he told you holding your head in fear. ‘no.’ you replied. ‘she is dead y/n. not even you can bring back the dead.’ He replied as a tear rolled down his cheek ‘she is our daughter. I need to bring her back even if I die in the process’ you replied as you started sobbing in elijah’s arms as he cried too ‘please- I can’t loose you too please y/n I beg you’ he replied

Elijah interrupted the connection when Nikole distanced herself from him being it too much. She was crying and she did not even notice as silent tears ran down elijah’s cheecks too

‘you loved me’ she replied in disbelief

‘we love you Nikole. We never stopped even after 10 centuries that we had lost you’ you replied getting near, you wanted to hug her more than anything, but you know you had to give her time

‘we would have never abandoned you. We did not know about this course until ester told us a few weeks ago. We would have fought for you. Dahlia would have had to walk over our corpses to take you from us. But esther was smart, she tricked us and we know we can’t undo the past but we would like to be your parents again if you let us’ Elijah added giving her a sad smile

Nikole was visibly thinking before replying ‘I would- I would like that. I believe you’ she replied, you started happy crying as you asked  ‘may I hug you?’ . Nikole nodded. You engulfed her in your arms sobbing in her hair before Elijah hugged her too in a group hug. His girls where again both in his arms.

-.-.

You spent the rest of the day chatting about the past and the plan to defeat dhalia

‘in time I forgot about you two, your faces, your voices, it all became cloudy in my minds. Dahlia thrived in that wanting to be my mother but it was Freya who raised me’ Nikole explained as your heart broke knowing someone had replaced you as her mother but at the same time content to know that she had been loved.

‘I could remember a song though’ Nikole added ‘a melody’, Elijah started humming a lullaby ‘yes that one!’ she said, they saw her smile for the first time, it was exactly like yours, the mikaelson brothers noticed .

‘I used to sing it every night to you to make you sleep. It was an old viking song I learned as a child to sing to your uncle niklaus, to whom your take your name from.’ Elijah explained to her smiling fondly at the memory ‘i- I could teach it to you someday if you want’ he added hesitantly

‘I would like that’ Nikole replied and you smiled at your family now completed again.

‘we can show you your stuff if you want’ you said as nikole’s eyes went wide. ‘my stuff?’

‘when we escaped after turning into vampires we brought some of your stuff. We could not leave it behind. it was all we had left of you. Come’ Elijah said as he got up and extended his hand to Nikole she hesitantly took it as you took her other hand and walked her to a box in the actic.

She walked to it trying to open it ‘its sealed’ she replied visibly saddened

‘The chest, as what it contains, is spelled so that the objects would not be harmed or lost. Its magic is bound to our blood and magic line. You know how to perform opening spells?’ you asked her putting a hand on her shoulder

‘yes’

‘than that will do. Close your eyes think of opening it and raise your hand. Let your magic pass though you and the chest will open’ you explained voice kindly. Nikole nodded and followed your instructions.

Elijah looks at you and her making sime in aww as without difficulty Nikole opened it. Both of you felt a pride you had not experienced in centuries.

‘magnificent dear’ Elijah said patting his daughter shoulder and smiling widely.

The three of you got on the floor looking at the objects and explaining them to Nikole.  A drawing of you three made when she was born made by Klaus. A wooden figure of little bear and a little stag that Klaus had made considering Elijah the Nobel stag and you the mikaelson’s mama bear. a bracelet that elijha had made to her for her first birthday. A ring he had made for you when she was born to thank you and remind you of your labour. her little children crib cover with her name embroider that Rebekah had made for her when she was born.

You spent the entire afternoon reminiscing and getting to know each others while Klaus and freya made a plan to stop dahlia. When night fell before going to dinner together you wanted to show her and freya their rooms in the abbatoir but you wanted a few moments to thank freya.

‘hello little stag’ Klaus greated Nikole smiling ‘hi uncle niki’ she replied and Klaus heart swell at the nickname ‘ I thought it was time to know us better considering you are named after me. That makes me automatically your favorite uncle’ he smirked as Nikole laughed. ‘okay you can come with me and father to show me my room’. Finally Nikole looked like the early teen she was, loved and happy not in a struggle for survival.

Elijah heart’s swelled at hearing Nikole address him as her father. He never heard it as when she was taken away she would just babble ‘dada’. He wiped a single tear trying to recompose himself before placing a hand on the back of each of what in the end where his children and walk with them. Freya was about to follow them when you called her. She turned to you.

‘freya, I want to thank you. I’m alive because of you, your father spared me as I reminded mikael of you and then years later you raised my daughter. You loved her and teached her magic. I will forever be grateful to you and I will never be able to repay my debt. I know we are not sister by blood but your brothers and Rebekah, expect elijhah of course, always considered me as such. I wondered if you could too. ‘ you told her taking her hands as she smiled at you

‘of course, I spent the last millennium searching for my family. And I can see clearly you are a core part of it. When we defeat dahlia and I’m finally free I would love to have you as a sister.’ She said smiling, your smiled back before squeezing her hands and then letting them go

‘you have my word’ you replied as you both started walking  to show her room. You let her get accustomed to it as you reached nikole’s room that was next to your’s and elijah’s finding her laughing with her father and uncle as she showed them magic tricks and made plans on how to make the room more hers. She was a thousand years old but in the end she was still an early teen and you could not wait to give her the childhood she deserved.

You staid at the door leaning on it and smiling seeing your three favorite people smiling together after a thousand years. Elijah found your eyes inviting you in. you two talked with just your eyes after 10 centuries of marriage. You shook your head and then looked at Niklaus and Nikole making him understand you wanted to enjoy looking t the tree of them.

For the first time in 10 centuries you and elijah’s hearts finally felt complete as you had regained something that could not be replaced. Your daughter.

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© Starkleila 2023

Masterlist

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2)

Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2

Klaus’s centred Materialist

The Mikaelson family and you materialist