Little Miracle

“Elijah, where are you,” you whispered as you wandered through the woods.

There was still no answer. Elijah has been courting you for months now and he had his sister Rebekah deliver a message. ‘Meet me at our spot in the woods at sundown.’ You have been waiting by the giant rock for almost an hour and he still hasn’t shown.

“I did not go through the trouble of sneaking out to be abandoned Elijah,” you whisper yelled.

You were sitting on the rock waiting when a pair of hands covered your eyes. You freaked out and attacked the person behind you. Using the techniques, Elijah had taught you a few things to defend yourself you nocked the person off the rock and they et out a pained groan.

“It's me,” Elijah groaned holding his ribs.

“Oh Eli I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed jumping off the rock and running to his side. “What took you so long?”

He let out another pained groan after you slapped his shoulder. After glaring at him for a minute longer, you helped him up and leaned him against the rock.

“Father was in one of his moods and I did not want to leave Klaus til I knew father was asleep. And do not be sorry. I'm glad you remembered the things I taught you just maybe do not use them against me,” he explained holding your hand.

The two of you sat against the rock holding hands til Elijah pulled you onto his lap where you were straddling him. You pushed away from him and looked around to make sure no one was around.

“Elijah if we get caught my father will…,” you started to say but were interrupted when he pressed his lips against yours.

“No one knows where we are,” he said as his hands ran up your thighs under your dress. “Besides it will not matter much longer.”

You tossed your head back when Elijah’s lips went to your neck and his hand cupped your butt. As he was kissing your neck he pulled you against his lap. You gripped his shoulders and continued to grind your hip against his as you kissed his neck.

“Wait what do you mean,” you pushed away from him looking into his eyes.

Reluctantly he removed his hands from your ass and grabbed a ring from his pouch. It was a silver band with a green stone. “Mother said the stone represents the heart and it's supposed to be a protection,” he said holding the ring in one hand and your hand in the other.

“Elijah what are you doing,” you asked with tears in your eyes.

“Marry me. I do not want to have to steal these moments with you any longer. I want to kiss you in front of everyone. I want the world to know you are mine,” he said holding the ring over your finger and waiting for your answer.

You were too emotional to speak, so you just nodded your head and watched as the love of your life slide the ring on your finger. You stared at it for a few seconds but were brought back to reality when Elijah’s hands went back to your thighs.

“Let's go find the priest right now,” you suggested as you grabbed his face and kissed him again.

“No one besides us is awake at this hour, love,” he replied laughing.

“Then we can wake them up. I do not want to wait longer,” you whined resting your forehead against his neck.

“We are going to have to wait. But I know how we can pass the time,” he suggested as his hands roamed higher and higher under your dress.

His hands stopped just below your breast. While he pulled back to look into your eyes, his thumb stroked the underside of your breast. A small moan escaped your throat driving Elijah made. He quickly removed his hands and pulled the dress off you. As soon as he threw the dress over the rock his mouth went to your right breast while he played with the left one. You ground your hips against his growing erection and brought your hands down to untie his pants.

“I love you,” Elijah confessed kissing the space between your breast.

“I need you, Eli,” you gasped running your hands through his hair.

Suddenly Elijah rolled you guys over and has hovering over you. Your hands went back to trying to take his clothes off when he pulled his shirt off them pinned your hands above your head. You let out a small laugh as he struggled to take his pants off with one hand.

“I could help you,” you teased lifting your hips up to get some sort of relief.

“You’re impatient love,” he smirked finally getting his pants just low enough.

Your eyes traveled from his eye down his bare chest to his erect cock. The tip was red and leaking. You were too busy admiring the man on top of you that you didn’t notice his free hand pull your underwear down til you felt him push two fingers into you. You let out a moan and moved your hips trying to get him to go deeper.

“First thing in the morning, we are going to the priest my love,” he said stroking that one spot that makes your mind go blank. “We are going to move to the edge of town away from my father. It will just be the two of us and I will have you naked on our bed every night til the day we die.”

He removed his finger but before you could protest the action he plunged himself into you and rested his two hands on either side of your head, freeing your hands. You took the opportunity to run your finger through his hair and touch every part of him. His eyes bore into yours as he removed himself and plugged back into you with an almost punishing force.

“No one is going to take you away from me. You are mine and I am yours,” he said picking up his pace.

You were too lost in the pleasure to speak so you only just nodded your head and dug your nails into his back so deep that you broke the skin. Bringing your hands to his neck, you brought his lips to yours and kissed him like it was the last kiss you were ever going to have. This man was consuming your mind, body, and soul. You found yourself doing things you were not supposed to be doing. It wasn’t long til you lost control and the pleasure of the act filled every cell of your body.

“I LOVE YOU,” he grunted with each thrust before his pace slowed and he eventually stilled inside of you.

Both of you were covered in sweat and dirt and scratches, either from the twigs on the ground or the others hand. He remained in you as he pushed your hair out of your face and looked into your eyes.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever and will ever meet,” he said placing a small kiss on your nose.

“I love you too Elijah,” you said pulling him in for another kiss.

After another minute Elijah pulled himself out of you and pulled a blanket from a giant crack in the rock. It was a rather large blanket, large enough for both of you to lay one so the dirt and leaves will no longer be a bother and larger enough to cover both of you so you were not exposed to the world.

“Where did this come from,” you asked resting your head on his still bare chest and feeling the blanket.

“I had Rebekah make it so I can lay here with you a bit longer. I don’t like just leaving after,” he said kissing your temple.

“Rebekah willingly made you a blanket,” you asked skeptically.

“I promised to teach her some sword work and I told her it was for you so she was more willing to make it.”

“Well remind me to thank her. It is very comfortable,” you sighed looking up at the night sky.

The dark sky was filled with stars but it was a cloudy night to you occasionally catch a glance of them when the clouds moved. Being there in Elijah’s arms was so warming and after being tired from your intimate actions you fell asleep. You woke up late to Elijah stroking your arm.

He was kneeling next to you fully clothed holding your dress over his shoulders.

“How long have I been asleep,” you asked sitting up and stretching.

The blanket fell and was no longer covering your bare body. Elijah’s eyes wandered over your chest and noticed some faint bite makes all over. Pride filled his chest knowing that he had marked you. Realizing Elijah was distracted you snapped your fingers in his face bringing him back to you.

“Um four hours maybe, you should return home before your parent realize you are gone,” he informed standing back put and leaning against the rock.

He placed the dress on the rock and crossed his arms waiting for you to get up and walk towards him for the dress. He admired every inch of your body as you stood up. You grabbed your dress and quickly got dressed. Elijah walked over to you and plucked a leaf out of your hair causing you to laugh.

“How is it that you never get things stuck in your hair,” you asked grabbing the leaf and tossing it to the ground. “I always look terrible after.”

“You can never look terrible,” he reassured you griping the back of your neck. “And I take the leaves and twigs out before you wake. I don’t want to look terrible.”

You slapped his chest and started walking away from him. He let you get a couple of feet ahead of him while he shoved the blanket back in the crack. Once he was able to catch up to you he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around.

“Elijah put me down,” you laughed holding tight to his arms. You knew he wouldn’t drop you but you felt a bit uneasy not having your feet on the ground.

“Yes, wife,” he obeyed putting you down and kissing your neck.

“I'm not your wife yet,” you turned around to face him.

“Soon,” he said holding you against him.

He let you go but still held your hand as the two of you walked to the edge of the forest. The village started to come into view which slowed your steps. It wasn’t like you couldn’t see Elijah in the morning but he couldn’t hold you like you wanted him to. But that wouldn’t stay like that for long. He turned you to face him as if he could read your mind.

“Hey. As soon as I wake up I’m going to tell my parents that I'm going to ask for your hand. Then I’m going to run over to your house and talk to your parents. i won’t have to sneak off to kiss you,” he reassured you.

“But we will still have to wait for the ceremony,” you sighed knowing the two of you have to wait a couple of weeks to plan everything.

“Or we can tell them how I have already taken your innocents and you are carrying my child,” he said placing his hand over your stomach.

“Stop we do not know that,” you said actually hoping you were. “And my parent would poss disown me if you tell them I’ve laid with you before we were wed.”

You took a deep breath and took the ring off your hand and gave it back to Elijah. “You can give this back tomorrow.”

“Then you will never take it off again,” he said hating that he was going back home with the ring.

You woke up smiling when your husband walked in with a trey of food. He waited for you to sit up before he put the tray on your lap and got back in bed with you.

“What has brought that beautiful smile to your face darling,” he asked placing a kiss on your temple as you took a sip of coffee.

“I dreamt about the night before you asked me to marry you,” you smiled up at Elijah.

“And why would you be dreaming about that,” he asked smugly as he stole a piece of bacon.

“Maybe because over 1000 years ago today we got married for the first time,” you said stealing back your bacon.

Elijah tried to feign forgetfulness but you know Elijah never forgets a single anniversary. And if he ever missed one because a certain hybrid got made a daggered him, Elijah would wish you away for a little catch-up vacation. You kept staring at him waiting for him to give up on his joke as you ate the food he brought you. He gave you a knowing smile and got up and walked over to the closet. He came back out a few minutes later with a box.

“Elijah we said no gifts,” you scorned him moving the tray off your lap.

He gave you the box and took the tray to put it on the nightstand. You looked down at the box and then back at your husband who doesn’t listen.

“Eli,” you whined crossing your arms.

“Sweetheart just open it. I didn’t spend any money at all. I actually found it so I wouldn’t classify it as a gift.”

Reluctantly you opened the box and saw that inside was a tattered blanket. It was the blanket. The one Rebekah made decades ago. The one you thought was lost when Micheal chased you out of New Orleans 100 years ago.

“Elijah how,” you asked taking it out of the box and wrapping it around your body.

“Marcel said he kept some of our things that survived the fire in the basement and I decided to dig through a few boxes and I found it. There are a few holes and it’s close to falling apart but I wanted you to see it's still around before I get it mended.”

He noticed how you held your arms open for a hug and he pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped the blanket around him. This blanket was more than a reminder of the night he proposed to you. It was a reminder of your life as a human. Of your life back home before the world got flipped upside down and set ablaze.

“I love you,” you said kissing his neck.

“We go drop it off then walk around the city,” he suggested rubbing your back.

You nodded your head as you threw the blanket off your shoulders and ran into the closet to get dressed for the day. Elijah was waiting downstairs for you. He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your hand. You were holding a bag with the blanket in your other hand but he took it from you. The two of you were about to leave when you hear Klaus call for Elijah.

“Sorry Niklaus but I'm taking a day off from your problems and spending the day with my wife,” Elijah said still walking away from his brother.

“I just wanted to wish the two of you a happy anniversary and I promise not to kill anyone or make a new enemy today. My gift to you,” he said engulfing you two in a hug.

“How kind of you Klaus,” you said skeptically as you patted his back.

“Now off you go you two love birds,” he said going back to whatever he was doing before.

As soon as you stepped outside the house it felt like before you became a vampire. There was no one trying to kill you and life was simple. You enjoyed this mundane moment with your husband. New Orleans was buzzing with life. So much that you could almost forget you were dead. You pass street performers and artists and those men who present to be statues. There was no single aspect of the city you hated.

“There is a seamstress just around the corner, we can get some coffee after,” Elijah stated as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I never say no to coffee, love,” you responded pushing him with your hip.

He let out a small laugh and then lead the way to the seamstress. The front of the store had gorgeous dresses from multiple time periods. You were pretty sure you owned most of them from back in the day. There was one that reminded you of when you and Elijah had one of your honeymoons back during the renaissance period. It was simple and much shorter than was socially acceptable back then but Elijah had brought you to a secluded cabin so you didn’t have to worry about being shunned or judged.

You kept looking around while Elijah brought the blanket to the counter. He was handed a ticket and stood behind you while you admired the other dresses.

“I had this exact dress,” you said feeling the fabric.

“Do you want it, love,” he asked remembering the dress you were talking about. It was right after you fled home. It was the first thing you bought.

“God no. Today’s standards for fashion may have downgraded but I do not miss the corsets.”

You took his hands and lead him out of the store and straight to the nearest coffee shop. Elijah ordered your coffee while you sat down at a table by the window and watched the people in the city. You were pulled from your people-watching when your husband placed your coffee on the table and sat across from you.

“What if we went on another honeymoon next month,” he suggested taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh how about Disney or we can go back to bora bora, no a cruise,” you said full of excitement.

“Whatever you want love,” he stated grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You were about to tell Elijah to stop being so lovey-dovey and pick a destination when you heard a child crying. You turned your head to the side and tried to focus on the sound. Noticing you focusing on something he tried to listen to but you ran out of the coffee shop. Elijah ran after you questioning what was wrong but you ignored him til you found the child. You were 3 blocks away when you saw a little boy balled up against a building crying.

“Hey buddy what’s wrong,” you asked the boy once you got to his side.

“I can’t find my mommy,” he cried lifting his head.

“What’s her name,” Elijah asked crouching in front of you too.

“I'm not supposed to talk to strangers,” the kid said sitting up straight and wiping the tears off his cheeks.

“Ok I'm (y/n) and this is my husband Elijah, and your right we could be freaks,” you said standing up. “Well, we are going to get ice cream I have enough for 3 people. I wonder who will get the last once.”

You grabbed Elijah and started to walk away but stopped when the little boy spoke up.

“I like ice cream,” he said wiping the dirt off his hands. “And I’m scared to be out here alone. I'm jack.”

“Well hello, Jack. Would you like to come get ice cream and then we can go look for your mom,” Elijah asked.

“Yes please, Elijah,” he said walking between you and Elijah.

The closest ice cream shop was a bit of a way away but the area you found the kid wasn’t the safest part of your beloved city. And you knew that if Jack was your son you would want someone to take him somewhere safer and help him. The ice cream parlor you found was packed with people but Elijah made sure that he grabbed a table.

“What kind of ice cream do you want,” Elijah asked standing and blocking the other customers from you two.

“Chocolate,” Jack stated excitingly.

“Okay, Chocolate and mint chip,” Elijah said repeating the order before he walked over to the counter.

“Eww you like mint chip,” Jack exclaimed with a look of disgust. “It tastes like toothpaste.”

“Maybe I like toothpaste,” you replied scrunching your nose at the child.

“You are a freak,” he laughed.

“No I’m old, old people love mint chip.”

“You don’t look old,” Jack said moving his head as if checking all your angles to see if he can find a wrinkle.

“Why thank you, Jack.”

Elijah came back carrying 3 ice cream cones. He handed Jack his chocolate, you your mint chip and he had a vanilla. Elijah sat next to Jack once again blocking him from the other customers. Jack sat there happily eating his ice cream. You kept your focus on Jack while Elijah tried to see is anyone in the area was looking for Jack. After a few minutes, he shook his head indicating he didn’t hear anything.

“How old are you jack,” you asked handing him a napkin and seeing how his face was covered in chocolate.

“I'm 7 1/2,” he announced before wiping his face clean.

“Wow you are a lot braver than I was at 7,” Elijah said turning to look at Jack.

“7 1/2 honey,” you said kicking his leg and reprimanding him for jack’s sake.

“I'm a big kid I have to be brave.”

“Do you know where you live,” you asked him.

“I can’t remember the address but my mom is a witch and has a shop,” Jack said looking down a bit ashamed he could remember his address.

“I know a lot of witches. What’s your mom’s name,” Elijah asked picking up the trash off the table and putting it in the trash can right by the table.

“Juliette LaMontgane.”

“Well let’s start heading to where most of the witch shops are and when Eli finds your mother’s address we will bring you home,” you suggested standing up.

The three of you exited the ice cream parlor and headed toward the French Quarter. Jack grabbed your hand as soon as you stepped outside. Elijah was on the other side of the jack and kept glancing over at the two of you. The sight of you with a child hurt. Before Henrik died and his mother turned you and his siblings he planned on having multiple children with you. He never wanted the house he would build for you to be silent.

While you loved the decades and century you had with Elijah, like Rebecca you wished to be human. You wanted kids with the man you love. You had been pregnant before you were turned but a lot of things were lost the night Henrik died. You hadn’t told Elijah right away not wanting to add to his loss but you did tell him decades later while you were babysitting for your friend in the 1300s.

It didn’t take long for Elijah to find the address for Jack’s mother. It was a bit of a way away so Elijah flagged down a taxi and took it the rest of the way.

“(Y/n) do you think my mom was mad when she noticed I was gone,” Jack asked looking out the window.

“Did you run away,” you asked him?

“Yes, I wanted to find my dad. He left a couple of months ago and I miss him.”

“I can promise you that your mom is more worried than mad,” you reassured him giving him a small hug.

“Are you a mom,” he asked looking between you and Elijah.

“No, we can’t have kids but I just know. And you can ask Elijah I’m always right.”

Jack looked to Elijah checking if she was right and he gave his a nod. “I have always listened to her and it has never steered me wrong.”

The taxi stopped in front of Jack’s mother’s shop. He jumped out of the car and ran straight inside and into his mother's arms.

“Oh jack I’ve been worried sick,” the older woman cried.

Besides Juliette and Jack, there was an officer in the shop. Juliette had called the police once she notice Jack wasn’t in his room. You went to talk to her while Elijah told the cops where you found Jack.

“Thank you so much,” Juliette cried giving you a hug.

“I just did what anyone would do. You have a brave kid there,” you said ruffling up jack’s hair.

“Thank you (y/n),” Juliette said again. “I know who you are. I'm indebted to you.”

“Nonsense. Spending the morning with Jack has been a treat. You don’t owe us anything,” you reassured her when Elijah walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You just stay out of trouble,” Elijah said walking over to jack and holding his hand out. “Listen to your mother.”

“Yes sir,” Jack said smiling and he gave Elijah a hug.

After he let jack go, you and Elijah left to continue your day. Before your got too far jack came running out of the shop with 2 string brackets.

“Here you go. I made them myself,” he said grabbing your wrist and tying it tight. He did the same to Elijah then ran back into the shop leaving you two on the street.

You let out a single tear imagining what could have been. Elijah suggested we head back home and you agreed that you just want to be in bed for the rest of the day. As you walked back to the compound you started thinking about what your child would look like.

“I've always liked Bella for a girl,” you said resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder.

“And for a boy,” he asked turning to place a kiss on your head.

“Oliver.”

“I wish I could give you that,” he said stopping and pulling you tight against him

“I know but as long as I have you I will be okay. But it could be a good thing cause the kid would have Klaus as an uncle and he would turn our child into a complete nightmare,” you joked.

“You are probably right,” he laughed with you. “Klaus would make your life a living hell.”

The rest of the walk home was very enjoyable. It had become one of those days where the weather wasn’t unbearably hot. As soon as you entered the compound you heard Klaus and Hope playing in his art room. Elijah lead you up to your shared room and just pulled you onto the bed. He held you in his arms and you mourned the life you should of have.

Two hours later Elijah got a phone call from the seamstress saying the blanket was ready so he went to go get it and some lunch. While he was out you went downstairs to get some Hope time. Klaus and Hope were still finger painting. When she saw you hope clapped her hands causing the paint to go everywhere.

“Sorry,” you laughed walking in and helping Klaus clean up the mess.

“It's alright. How has your day been,” he asked picking the paint up so Hope didn’t make the mess bigger while you were cleaning.

“It's been fine,” you said picking Hope up and just holding her tight.

“Ah, I see,” he said noticing the tear fall from your eyes as you held onto his daughter as your life depended on it.

“We found a lost boy and brought him to his mom. I know it’s never going to happen I just don’t know what hurts so much today.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to let you take her. She is very exhausting,” he joked placing the canvas they were working on the display.

“I will another day just needed Hope's hugs,” you said tickling the 1-year-olds sides causing her to giggle like crazy.

“Hub,” Hope shouted squeezing you tight.

You spun her around a little but stopped when she gave another shout at the sight of Elijah. Hope basically jumped from your arms and into his. Since your arms were free you helped Klaus finish cleaning.

For the rest of the day, you and Elijah stay in your room. You stay in bed in each other's arms. Occasionally thinking about the life you could have had. But mostly celebrating how much you love each other.

It has been 2 months since your anniversary and you have been too busy to think about the little boy and all the feelings it brought back. Klaus was a man to his word. He didn’t cause any trouble, he let you and Elijah have a day. But Klaus was still Klaus and it seems like his restraint lasted til 12:01. And honestly you and Elijah were still trying to fix things. Had to stop someone from killing Klaus. Then had to make peace with the wolves and the witches. Hell, even Rebecca was peeved at her brother. But things were starting to get better except for you. There was something wrong with you but you kept it hidden from everyone. You felt queasy and hot and constantly hungry but you weren’t bitten by a wolf. There were times when you were scared to eat cause you knew you would throw it up. But it kept getting worse. You occasionally had trouble keeping the blood down.

After a while, Elijah noticed how pale you looked. Sometimes while you slept he would check your body for wolf bites. He even had Freya see if you were cursed by the witches but nothing. If you were human he would just think you had a cold but you did not and it was getting more and more worried. But he kept quiet cause you still haven’t told him you felt bad.

“Darling how was your day,” Elijah asked walking into the library where you sat and read.

“Delightfully relaxing, no one bothered to be today. Besides you but I love when you bother me,” you answered putting your book down and tilting your head up to kiss him.

Elijah placed a glass of blood on the table next to you and sat on the couch across. He smiled at your comment and thought how he was glad he told everyone to leave you alone for the day. Hoping you were just exhausted from all the Klaus drama and everything. “Well I did promise to bother you always and forever,” he said taking a sip from his glass as he kept an eye on you.

“Eli are you ok you look terrible,” you asked finally really looking at your husband. The skin around his eye was darker and his hair was a little messier.

“I haven’t been sleeping well that's all,” he said. And it was the truth. He hasn’t been sleeping well cause he has been worried about you. While you on the other hand have been sleeping a lot more than normal.

“Oh babe, why,” you asked grabbing your glass and raising it to your lips but not taking a sip yet.

“You know me, darling I’m worried about this family. It's just been a lot lately.”

“Well you can’t take care of us if you don’t take care of yourself,” you told him as he mentally scoffed at the hypocrisy of your words.

You took a sip of your blood and were actually starting to feel better but then your stomach churned and you threw up the blood you just drank and the food you were able to hold down earlier. Elijah quickly got out of his chair and got to your side as he held your hair back and stroked your back.

“Ok enough love, what is going on with you,” he asked taking his handkerchief and wiping the blood and other fluids from your lips.

“I don’t know,” you said sitting up as you started to feel better. “I can’t eat and when I do I can hardly keep it down. I'm sweaty and hot and sleep all the time.”

“But not bite. And your not cursed,” Elijah said helping you up and bringing you to the room. “I’ve noticed how you haven’t been yourself.” He replied when you gave him a confused look. “I’m getting you to bed then having Freya come to see if there is anything she can do.”

After he got you in bed he ran down to grab Freya. When they got back to the room, Elijah ran onto the bed and held your hand. Freya brought her bag of magical things and placed it on the floor. She got out what looked like sage and lit one end and waved it over your body. Her face contorted as she continued her motion and chanting witchy words.

“Freya what is it,” Elijah asked.

“There is something but it's not a curse its almost like an amplifier. It gives energy,” she explained. This go around Freya slowed and waved the sage over every inch of your body trying to find the source.

Her waving stopped at the bracket you were given by jack 2 months ago.

“What is this? Where did you get this,” she asked raising her hand and getting a good look at the bracelet.

“It was a gift from a little boy,” you said grabbing Elijah's hand.

Freya explained how the bracelet was charmed and could poss be the reason that you were sick. It was nothing like she has seen before.

“If you want this broken whatever this is you need to talk to the witch who spelled it. I can try to counteract it or slow it down but I have to fully understand what it is first.”

“So I’m a Guiana pig today,” you asked joking.

“Don’t worry love, I’m going to find Juliette and get her to take this curse away,” Elijah said kissing your forehead.

“Eli, don’t hurt her. Jack has no one else, besides whatever it is it can’t kill me.”

“But it is causing you to suffer. I will make things better,” he said giving your hand a mental squeeze and leaving for Juliette’s shop.

Elijah ran out of the compound ignoring the calls from his brother and sister. All he could focus on was his wife. He felt a rage build up in him that he has never felt before. Not even when his wife has been taken or daggered by Klaus. Cause in all those times he knew that she was going to be okay. He knew the danger but now he doesn’t. While it's not the white oak stake it's an unknown danger threatening his reason for existence.

When he got to the shop, Elijah was almost knocked off his feet by jack hugging him.

“I didn’t think I would see you again,” jack said looking up at him.

“I'm here to see your mother,” Elijah told him returning a quick hug and ruffing up his hair.

Juliette was standing behind the counter watching Elijah with a knowing smile.

“What did you do to her,” Elijah asked once he got to the counter. “What kind of curse did you put on my wife.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t curse her,” Juliette said with a confused look on her face.

“Momma doesn’t do curses. What’s wrong with (y/n),” Jack asked walkup up behind Elijah.

“Always too hot and sweating. Sleeps too much can’t eat anything food or blood,” he said looking at Juliette like she asked the question. “Sounds like she is sick but she’s a vampire she can’t get sick. And there is something about the brackets we got from this store that is affecting her.” Elijah took off his bracelet and put it on the counter. “Whatever magic you put on these take it off.”

Without even taking a look at the bracelet Juliette shook her head and looked at Elijah. “It's not a curse it is a gift,” she said pushing the bracelet back to Elijah.

“How is watching her suffer in pain a gift,” Elijah asked raising his voice.

“I put a sort of wishing spell on it. When someone is wearing it and they make a wish with their whole heart it comes true. But the bracelet must stay one til it is complete. I’ve been watching you two for months. If what I have seen in your eyes every time you pass a child or a playground, it must stay on for the whole 9 months,” Juliette explained.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s with child. You two are having a baby.”

“We are vampires. She cannot have one.”

“The magic in the Bracelet is powerful and only works for those who have no evil intentions. I'm guessing she feels empty without a child and so the magic did its work. For the 9 months, she will be half human- half vampire. And once the child is here the magic will fade.”

“What are you talking about? There is no magic like that. You are killing my wife somehow and I will put an end to it,” Elijah threatened with his vampire face.

“I'm not going anywhere. Go listen. Make sure the bracelet stays on. If it is removed then it will not be complete.”

Elijah didn’t want to believe her but he was listening to her heartbeat and it never wavered. It is not possible. Klaus could have a child cause he was half vampire half werewolf and it was the werewolf side that got Haley pregnant. But both him and his wife were fully vampires.

“If what you are saying is true I'm still a vampire I cannot…,” he started to say but stopped when he remember Jack was right there listening.

“Your bracelet did the same to you. Made you half-human but you don’t need to stay that way for long. Go. The reason for her illness is possibly not realizing what’s happening or it is her body’s way of sustaining the pregnancy. But I promise when the bracelet is removed she will get better but you could lose your one and only chance for a child.”

Elijah, still full of doubt, ran back to his wife to see if the witch was telling the truth. If she wasn’t he would do whatever it takes to get his wife better, even if he has to go against her wishes and hurt Juliette. Just as he got back to his wife he heard Freya talking about trying to take the bracelet off.

“It seems like the overflow of power is the thing hurting you. If we take it off, in theory, you should get better,” Freya said touching the bracelet.

“In theory, seriously sister your the master witch this should be right up your alley,” Klaus said pacing in the room. “And where is my brother.”

Elijah walked in and knelt on the ground by the bed. He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and just listened. He could hear everyone’s heart beating so he focused on how he is physically touching her. Elijah could hear his wife’s heartbeat. It was strong. He placed his other hand on her stomach and focused more. Her heartbeat started to fade and another was beating. It was fast. Over 100 per minute. Small. But it was there.

“Don’t touch that bracelet,” Elijah said snapping his head up and staring at his sister.

“If I take it off it will heal her,” she explained catching him up with her thought process.

“Yes it will but it will take the baby away,” Elijah explained this time only looking at his wife.

“What,” you asked placing your hand over his.

“Listen.”

You closed your eye and focused and it wasn’t long til you heard it. Elijah explained his visit to Juliette and everything she said while you just listened to the impossible heartbeat inside you. He must have told everyone to leave cause when you finally came back to reality it was just you and Elijah in the room.

“We’re having a baby,” you cried holding his hand and holding your other over your stomach.

“Yes, it was a gift from Juliette. The magic is changing you so the baby can survive. If you take it off the magic goes away and so does this baby. It's possible you will be sick like this for the remainder of the pregnancy or you might get better now we know what’s happening. Or you can take that off and feel better in the morning.”

“You don’t want this,” you asked looking your husband in the eyes.

“Of course I do but it hurts seeing you this way.”

“Will this kill me?”

“No.”

“Then I will be fine. This is what we’ve always wanted. In hindsight, the symptoms do match just at a higher intensity. I will happily let you baby me and I will listen to everyone else, it might be agonizing not being able to do anything but holding our child will make it worth more than all the gold in the world.”

“You will listen and stay in bed and not to ANYTHING without me or someone else,” he asked getting into bed and holding you against him.

“Yes, I will complain but I will listen.”

“Then I will happily hear every complaint,” he said kissing your temple and keeping his hand on your stomach and just listening to the sound of his child growing inside you.

For the remainder of the pregnancy, you didn’t leave the compound except for doctor visits. And while at home you could go to the bathroom without Rebecca or Elijah’s assistance. If you weren’t close with them before you were now. You still felt out of it but you were better than you were before. Freya gave you some tea to help and with a constant balance of human food and blood you kept up your strength. Even Klaus stopped angering and making enemies with every other person in the city. He knew what Elijah felt. The anxiety of being a father of know how danger lurks on every corner. Klaus was on his best behavior so Elijah didn’t have to leave your side.

And when the baby did come you felt a million times better whether it was because the magic was complete and was no longer half vampire half human or you were able to hold your beautiful baby boy in your arms you couldn’t say and you didn’t care. As soon as Oliver Henry Mikaelson was in your arms Elijah cut the bracelet off not wanting any lingering magic to weaken you. While he looked down at his little miracle he never wants you to see you so weak again.

The Harkonnen's Claim

Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader

Summary: Your brother, Paul, took you from Feyd in a vulnerable moment, and if he wants the woman he loves back, he will have to give your brother something in return.

Notes/Warnings: this is part 2 of 2. Ignore canon ages in the timeline. I don’t know what they are, but everyone young is in their twenties, cool? Cool. Dune inaccuracies. Mention of pregnancy (present) and miscarriage (past). Jessica and Paul kind of (very much) suck. Feyd’s a soft boy for our reader. Smutty-ish (18+) and fluffy stuff, tidbit of angst. I'm sure there are spelling mistakes. I read it twenty times, but you know how it is. I think that’s it.

Words: 3300

Cw pregnancy, lactation

Feyd is shameless horny for his wife's pregnant body. He adores to see how your stomach swollen with his offspring, delicious plump breasts jiggling and bouncing with milk which he wants to chug in, squeeze them until the milk squirts on his abdomen, gliding down his sculpted abs.

"Look at these tits, so fat with milk." He says, harshly kneading on them and making you moan.

He forces you to walk with form fitting dresses wearing no underwears around the palace, loudly slapping your butt as you walk with difficulty. He grins when you leave a loud gasp.

Nothing Feyd does to you is innocent, so the most simple touch onto your bump becomes an intense fingering as he slides his hand lower and lower to your entrance and sinks his long fingers in your pussy.

He wants you to sit on his face as he drowns in your arousal, it is your throne now. Broad hands caressing your big belly. I did it to her. I bred her nicely.

A tons of hickies on your neck, collaring you as his. He makes sure to leave them between and under your plump tits, occasionally suckling on your nipples, chugging your milk as he moans only to overstimulate you.

And when he does so, maybe he allows you to get off on his thighs before finally filling your cunt again. You are his breeding cow who he is going to keep constantly bred and milking.

Daddy’s Boy- Part Ten

It was finally here. The week of your wedding to the love of your life. You were officially going to be Timothee's wife and share the same last name as your son. This was a time that you thought only dreams were made of.

You had been showered with gifts and hugs and sweet wishes from family and friends. Your soon to be mother and sister-in-law threw your bridal shower. It was a beautiful day, though it was strange to have the party be all about you. You were used to spending your days working and hanging out with Theo and Timmy, which you loved, but it was special to be treated like such a princess by all the women in your life.

Your bachelorette party was another rarity for you: a night out on a party bus with all of your friends, drinking and dancing the night away like some college kids. It was a lot of fun, but you were even happier to see Timmy when he picked you up at a random bar at the end of it all, at nearly two in the morning. His parents had graciously agreed to keep Theo overnight so Timmy could collect you after the party bus. You ran to your fiancé and leaped into his arms, ready to go home and fall asleep under the covers with him.

That night, he helped you get out of your dress and into your cozy pajamas as well as taking your makeup off for you. You were too drunk and silly to do it yourself.

"Hold still, y/n, I can't get it all if you don't stay still." he'd say, wiping your eye with a cotton pad as you giggled.

When you finally go into bed, you snuggled up with the blankets, closed your eyes and felt his lips kiss your forehead.

"I'm glad you had a good time tonight, baby." Timmy cooed.

……

Your wedding itself was set to be big and beautiful, but still somewhat private, as private as the wedding of an A-List actor could be. There would one hundred guests, but your wedding party was small. The most important thing to you and Timmy was to have your family and closest friends there. It wasn't a social event for paparazzi to find or for other celebrities to show off their designer dresses and suits.

Theo was probably the most excited that his parents were going to be married. You were already a family, but the wedding was a time to celebrate it being official. And Theo figured this was the next step towards getting a new sibling. He wanted a little brother or sister to play with and look after so badly.

As the big day drew closer, you started to feel different. You were nauseous at times, and your breasts started to hurt. With all the planning and excitement of the wedding going on, you didn't pay much attention to how you were feeling. But you finally realized that you hadn't had a period in two or three months.

You didn't want to cause a fuss with Timmy and Theo, just in case you weren't actually pregnant. You didn't want them to get excited over nothing. You wanted to find out for yourself. Because maybe it was just a fluke, maybe your stress level had messed up your hormones instead of a pregnancy.

The boys were busy playing video games, so you ordered a few different pregnancy tests from CVS Pharmacy online and had them delivered to your door.

..........

That night after Theo had gone to bed, you told Timmy to come into the bedroom. You waited for him, and he had a silly grin on his face when he walked in.

"Baby, what's going on?" he smirked, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You were nervous, not because of his reaction, but because of the news being so close to the wedding. Everything was all mushed together and there was just such a feeling of unknown, which was scary.

"Come here, sit down." you said to him, gesturing toward the bed.

Timmy did as you told him to do, biting his lip as he sat down and said, "Is it sexy time, my love?" He put his arms out to you.

You let him softly grab you and pull you close. You petted his hair, smoothing it back as he gazed up at you lovingly. "Well, I wanted to give you something first." you said. You hoped that your nerves weren't causing you to shake or tremble to the point of him noticing. You really didn't want him to worry about you.

"Oh, you don't have to get me anything. You've given me everything I could have ever wanted. I love you so much, y/n.” he smiled wider, “I can’t wait for you to be wife." he replied, hugging you tighter.

"I got you something anyway." you backed away from his embrace, "Um, close your eyes and hold out your hands." You watched him as he followed your instructions. Though he had his eyes closed, he still kept a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Should I be scared?" he asked as you had walked away to pick up one of the pregnancy tests from the en-suite bathroom.

You giggled, "No, I don't think so." You walked back over to him, placing the stick onto his palms. "Okay, look now."

Timmy opened his eyes, squinted at the pregnancy test in his hands. You watched him as he read the small print on it, which read, “pregnant.”

He looked up at you, wide eyed. He took a deep breath and shuddered softly; you could see a glimpse of fear in his eyes. After the initial reaction, he stood and grabbed you, hugging you tightly. He whispered in your ear, "My love, we’re gonna have another baby. I'm so happy, I could just hold you forever."

You ran your hands up his back, squeezing him back affectionately. "Oh, please do. I love you, baby." you cooed. As you pulled away from the hug, you put your hands on his cheeks, "Are you okay? It's normal to be nervous." you said, looking in his eyes, trying to gauge his mental state.

Timmy let out a little sigh, nodding. But he looked down at your stomach, placing his hand on you there.

You felt an instant warmth from his touch, and somehow in that very moment, you knew that everything was going to be okay. It would be more than okay, it would be perfect, your own kind of perfect.

"Our second child, I can't believe it." he said lowly, rubbing his palm over your tummy. "Well," he looked at you with the smirk you knew all too well, "I can believe it, but still, this is such a crazy feeling, babe." He then pressed his forehead to yours.

You saw his bottom lip quiver ever so slightly, then a single tear fell from his eye. "Aw, my sweet boy." you wiped his tear, "Don't worry. You're an amazing father. This baby will love you and obsess over you just like Theo does." You kissed Timmy's cheek for reassurance.

"I know, I know we'll be fine. It's just," he looked down at the ground, "I feel like since I met Theo when he was three, that was kind of an easy age, you know? But a baby is totally different, like there's so many ways to screw it up."

You put your fingers under his chin, forcing him to look in your eyes. "Don't think like that. I don't believe that there is such a thing as an "easy age" when it comes to raising kids. It's all hard, and we will both screw up, but it will be worth it. You're going to be wonderful with this baby."

Timmy smiled softly, kissed you, then said, "That you babe, you always know how to make me feel better. Theo is gonna freak out! We have to go tell him." he grabbed your hand, trying to pull you out of the bedroom.

"No, no!" you squeezed his hand but kept your feet planted though he was pulling you. "He's in bed and it's still really early in the pregnancy. We have plenty of time to tell him." you insisted.

"Okay, you're right." he said, calming himself. "Should we wait until after the wedding to tell him?"

"Yeah, I think so. I love him, but I don't trust him to keep it to himself." you giggled.

"Yeah, he'll be too excited, he'd have to tell someone." he grinned, pulling you into him again. "Hmm, I wonder if it happened on Valentine's Day. We really went all out that night." He leaned in, nuzzling his nose onto yours.

You laughed, "That's definitely possible. But I mean, you don't like wearing condoms, so it really could have happened anytime."

Timmy hummed, put his head down into your chest. He started to kiss your neck. "You make a good point." He spoke in between kisses. "You like that I put another baby in you? You like that my cum is gonna make you so big and round and pretty."

He was practically purring as the words danced into your ears. You grew weak in his arms. "Yes, I'll have as many babies as you want, Timmy."

He suckled on your throat, stopping briefly to say, "Oh, don't worry, I plan on getting you pregnant again and again and again. The world will know how good I fuck you."

You felt his lips on your skin as they turned up into a grin. You giggled, putting your arms around your man. Your feet left the ground for a moment as Timmy picked you up and took you over to the bed.

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Behind Closed Doors

Warnings: (18+ MDNI) soft!dom spence (are we even surprised), fingering, oral sex (f), semi-public, slight overstimulation, and Emily kind of overhears because she calls Reader in the middle of the deed (oops). 5k words

A/n: I don’t have any excuse for this one, I just wanted to rewrite this scene of him because looking at it is not enough

You heard him before you saw him. It wasn't his voice per se, but the distinct sound of rapid shots cutting through the air. The noise seemed to intensify as you stepped into the control room, almost overbearing, but you'd long since grown used to its piercing sound.

"Is that Reid?" You asked, your polished boots echoing into the confined space. The officer monitoring him through the surveillance camera glanced over at you, and even though her expression didn't betray outright displeasure, you could hear a subtle edge in her voice.

touch starved | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: spencer was alone for so long before you got together and he's just so touch starved he gets hard just from looking at you, even if you had just got done having sex.

spencer sat at the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers, watching you pull your skirt back up your legs. he had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes trailed down your legs, his cock already hardening again. his skin was burning hot as he stared at you, he didn't need a mirror to know that he was flushed red.

"what do you think, pretty boy? lunch date ready?" you smoothed your hands down your skirt and turned around to look at him. spencers eyes were still trained on your legs causing you to frown in confusion, you walked closer to him until you stood directly between his legs. you placed your hand on his jaw and tilted his head up so he was looking into your eyes, you hadn't yet noticed the bulge in his boxers. "what's wrong, spence?"

"nothing, i just- can we- nevermind." he stumbled over his words, he tried to stand up so he could leave but you push him back down with a hand on his chest. he let out a barely audible whimper at the way you were dominating but gentle at the same time.

your eyes scanned down his body, finally noticing how hard his cock was. your eyes widened as you looked down at him, you didn't expect him to be hard again, especially since you had just gotten done having sex less than thirty minutes ago.

"how are you- we just got done!" your voice went up a few octaves with surprise, spencer looked down bashfully but you quickly tilted his head back up. you pulled your lip between your teeth and shook your head, deciding that you would just have to be late to the lunch date with your friends.

you couldn't just leave your poor boy like that.

Daddy's Boy-Part Nine//t.c.

You put on the pair of blue linen pajamas that Timmy had set out for you. It felt so sweet and cozy to be wearing his soft, oversized pjs that smelled like him. He said he wanted to show you something, but you had no idea what to expect.

He led you to another room in the apartment. He flipped up the light switch and stood to the side to watch your reaction.

the re-do | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.

warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333

“Guys why am I actually nervous to film this?” Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. “No I am genuinely so scared right now.” Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.

“We can’t act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.” Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. “You’re sure you’re gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking that’s gonna come from all this?” Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. “The more they see me the more desensitized they’ll be. They’ll have to eventually get over it.”

masterlist ! pairing Feyd-Rautha x reader

Summary: Feyd trains his daughter, Lysandra, while Y/n reminisces about their past joys and the family's enduring bond, showcasing a lineage of strength and love.

Dune Masterlist

The vast training arena echoed with the metallic clangs of swords as Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, the feared and formidable heir to House Harkonnen, sparred with his daughter, Lysandra. She was seventeen, possessing her father's sharp wit and agility, a true reflection of her lineage.

"Faster, Lysandra!" Feyd urged, his voice echoing across the training ground. "You're leaving yourself open."

Lysandra nodded, her focus intensifying as she countered her father's strikes with swift precision. "I'll do better, Father," she promised, determination gleaming in her eyes.

Feyd smiled proudly, his heart swelling with paternal pride. "Good. Now, remember what I taught you about footwork. It's crucial to maintaining your balance."

As they continued to spar, Y/n watched from the sidelines, a soft smile playing on their lips. They remembered the day Lysandra was born, the joy and happiness that had filled their hearts as they held their newborn daughter for the first time. It seemed like only yesterday, yet here she was, a skilled warrior in her own right, training alongside her father.

Memories flooded Y/n's mind, transporting them back to the early days of their marriage, when Feyd was not just the heir to House Harkonnen, but also a devoted husband and father. They recalled the tender moments they had shared, the laughter and love that had bound them together through triumph and adversity.

Lost in reverie, Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden clash of swords as Feyd and Lysandra engaged in a particularly fierce exchange. With each strike and parry, it was evident that Lysandra had inherited her father's skill and determination, a testament to the legacy of House Harkonnen.

"Feyd, watch your flank!" Y/n called out, their voice filled with concern.

Feyd heeded their warning, swiftly adjusting his stance to deflect Lysandra's attack. "Thank you, my love," he said, his gaze briefly meeting theirs before returning to the fray.

As the training session drew to a close, Feyd and Lysandra stood facing each other, their breathing heavy but triumphant. It was a scene that filled Y/n's heart with pride and joy, knowing that their family's legacy would endure for generations to come.

"Well done, Lysandra," Feyd praised, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You're improving with each session."

Lysandra beamed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Father. I couldn't have done it without your guidance."

Feyd placed a hand on her shoulder, a rare display of affection from the stoic warrior. "You have the potential to surpass even me, my dear. Never forget that."

Y/n approached them, a sense of contentment washing over them as they watched father and daughter share a moment of mutual respect and admiration. "You both make me proud," they said, their voice filled with love.

Feyd and Lysandra turned to them, their expressions softening with affection. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of the future, they were reminded of the unbreakable bond that bound them together as a family, a legacy that would endure for eternity.

feyd-rautha who doesn’t know how to act when you blink up at him with your sweet eyes. everyone around him avoids eye contact at all costs, afraid that one wrong twitch of their lashes would set feyd off. oddly enough, he wants you to keep looking at him. feyd wants to watch how they flutter with fear when he presses his blade a little too hard into your pretty neck. your innocence makes him think of horrible, horrid things that he wants to do to you. feyd wants to turn you inside out, wants to corrupt every single inch of you until you’re his and his alone. he likes that you think you can look at him without his permission, and he makes sure to teach you a lesson for being out of line.

“tooooji,” you smile as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”