Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Please and thank you❤️
Reader x Elijah Mikaelson
Note: Sorry this took so long it’s my first request and I wanted it to be as
perfect as I could possibly make it!
was Elijah’s night to make dinner and as always the delectable scent of his
cooking lured you downstairs and into the kitchen.
You said upon entering the kitchen. “I don’t know what you’re cooking but as usual
it smells delicious!” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his
chuckled. “Thank you, my sweet.”
kissed his shoulder blade, spreading your hands along the strong, muscular
planes of his chest. “I love you Elijah Mikaelson.”
turned off the stove and spun around to face you. Taking either side of your
face in his hands, he leaned down until your faces were mere inches apart. “I
love you more, y/n”
wrapped his arms around you. You placed your hands on his chest. He leaned in
further and kissed you. Slowly, your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms
around his neck, bringing him closer.
kiss was perfect. It could have gone on forever and neither one of you would have
noticed. And then you heard it. A soft knock at the doorway.
broke apart, startled. Elijah shoved you behind him. He tensed, barring his
fangs ready to protect you from the world itself if necessary.
stood wide-eyed in the doorway of the kitchen.
relaxed his stance and began straightening his shirt collar. “Um, hello Elena.”
dipped your head in greeting. “Elena.”
Elena said in a meek voice followed by a tiny wave.
did you get in here?” Elijah asked, folding his arms across his chest.
lips moved but no words came out.
smile tugged at your lips.You
wondered if it was Elijah making her nervous or if her own embarrassment had
left her tongue-tied. Maybe both, you decided.
knocked but no one answered!” she finally said. “And both of your cars were in
the driveway so I figured that either you two were avoiding me or something
terrible happened to you! I’m sorry! I don’t usually go barging into other
people’s homes but I really, really need to talk to Elijah! So I tested the
door…and it was unlocked…and then I found you guys…in here….kissing…”
Elena finished she was nervously wringing her hands and looking down at her
shoes like a child who’d gotten caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. It
was so adorable that you were nearly in tears trying to keep yourself from
cleared his throat awkwardly. “And what is that you need to speak to me about,
doppelganger sighed, throwing her hands in the air. “Klaus is up to his old
and Elijah groaned in unison. You’d had enough of Klaus and ‘his old tricks’ to
last you a lifetime.
in that case I’m going back upstairs to—“
the bed warm?” Elijah finished.
gaped at him in shock. He was rarely so playful in front of anyone outside of
his immediate family.
the corner of your eye you saw Elena’s cheeks turn bright red.
We have a guest,” you scolded, gesturing to Elena.
playfully swatted him on the arm. He returned the favor by swatting you on the
behind. You yelped in surprise.
no! It’s fine. I did break into your house after all…” Elena’s cheeks reddened
is wrong with you?”
shrugged. “I love you. That’s all.”
smiled and pecked a kiss on his cheek.
past Elena and out of the kitchen, you spoke, “Just yell if he steps out of line,
two snickered as you made your way upstairs and into the master bedroom.
excuse my crude behavior, Elena.” You heard your husband say from below.
it’s fine. You and y/n are adorable together.”
you. I’m glad you think so.”
long have you been together?”
I was human,” you could almost hear the grin in his voice.
What’s it like?”
with the same person for over a thousand years… I can’t imagine being with just
the same person for one thousand years.”
suppose that it’s all about the person. I can’t imagine a day without my y/n at
into your bed you beamed with pride and pleasure.
laughed. “So how did you meet y/n?”
sort of grew up together. Our fathers were in business together, my father was
a wealthy landowner and y/n’s father was a contractor. My father owned the land
and y/n’s father built the houses on the land.”
your family was supportive?”
snorted. “Our mothers were supportive and so were my siblings. Rebekah
especially. Y/N is like the sister she never had. Our fathers on the other hand
shuddered at the memory.
knows? I remember Mikael went out of his way to make y/n uncomfortable every
time she visited our home. Y/N’s father, thankfully at least tried to be civil when I was over.”
but when I left he would yell at y/n so loudly that the whole village could
chill crept up your spine, you could still hear the roar of your father’s voice
in your ears.
She said flatly.
snickered lightly. “It’s okay though. We got through it. And we’ll get through
anything else that life throws at us so long as we are together.”
lips twitched, fighting a smile.
really beautiful.” Elena said softly. “You really, truly love her, don’t you?”
woman up there is my world,” you heard him say.
amazing. When I was little my mom used to read to me stories about princes and
princesses finding their soulmates and true loves. When I grew older I tossed
the whole idea of true loves and soulmates aside. It all sounded so…childish
and unrealistic. And yet here I am looking right at in you and y/n.”
released a breathy laugh. “Well if true loves and soulmates are indeed real
then there is no doubt in my mind that y/n is mine. I love her like I have
loved no other. Her very existence completes me. Her eyes, her scent, her
personality bewitches me… I remember that on the night of our hundredth wedding
anniversary party I looked upon the face of my wife with such overwhelming love
that I was afraid I might burst before the first toast could be made. Just days
before the celebration I was wondering if it would always be like this, if my
love for her would ever fade. Nine hundred years later I think it’s safe to say
that the answer to that question is no.” He laughed.
you weren’t laughing at all. You were crying. Your husband’s words had brought
you to tears. His voiced feelings hit you where you needed it most. You too had
shared your husband’s worries and for centuries you dreaded the day when your
husband would lose interest in you or when someone new would manage to catch
his eye. Now you knew that that day would never come.
heard Elijah sniff a couple of times.
swallowed your laughter. He felt it too, you realized, the relief, the
overwhelming euphoria of being and feeling completely content and satisfied in
your relationship and in the one you love.
what was it you needed, Elena?”
Elena departed, Elijah resumed cooking dinner and made a quick and
sharply-worded phone call to his brother, Klaus.
he was done, he entered your bedroom with a gleaming silver tray in his hands. He
grinned at you, sitting the steaming tray with your dinner on it at the foot of
the bed. “I thought we might eat in bed for a change.”
He leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips
were soft and warm against your own but kiss remained strong.
stroked his cheek, his stubble scratched at your palm. “I love you with all of
my heart, Elijah Mikaelson.”
cheeks colored a tad. “I knew you were listening.”
meant it? All of it?”
last word.” He confirmed.
feel the same,” you told him. “I’ve never felt as strong, or as confident, or
as beautiful or as…whole as I have in these last one thousand plus years I have
spent at your side. When I’m with you no matter where I am the world is
brighter, kinder. Thank you for being my husband, Elijah and thank you for
making me your wife.”
Note: Thank you so much for reading. And thanks to @badhippiehabits for
So I just got off of Job 2 (and a literal 15 hour day) and while I was there I got offered another job??
Basically Job 2 is a bakery and we have a caterer that we share our kitchen with, who has the other side of the storefront we have. So the caterer (who’d offered me a full-time job before which I’d turned down for mental health reasons/being incredibly sick) offered me a job working fancy events (like this one I’m working is a wedding but they also have an event for the branch president of Puma or something crazy that day) where I’ll be serving appetizers and socializing.
Bc she watches me run around the kitchen like a well-organized maniac bc I don’t sleep and have ample amounts of energy. I’m basically highkey the Hamilton of this bakery.
And maybe, in one thousand years, plus a day or two, those brave volunteers we sent to fight in a war none of us understand will allow the most dangerous idea of all into their heads: they will turn back, and return home to us. Against all laws of time and space. Paraphrasing the half-remembered words of an ancient prophet, perhaps they will bring this love back to us. Or maybe, they already have.