❝︎︎ the witch, the hybrid, and the vampire. what is this, narnia? ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
her soulmates are brothers,
and the very two she's
supposed to hate.
【︎︎ niklaus mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ elijah mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ soulmate bo...
trigger warning: fluff overload, you've been warned. Translations at the bottom.
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"hey, bitch, you missed my birth"
—
ELIJAH gazed down at Eden as she slept. Her hair was sprawled against his chest and the bed, mouth slightly open in sleep, murmurs leaving her lips every few minutes.
Words and thoughts he wished he could make sense of but were too warped by sleep to truly understand.
Gods above, she was beautiful.
His hand trailed down her back, the bottom of her shirt barely lifted, revealing soft skin underneath.
Gods above, she was soft.
Soft, beautiful, impervious to fault. She was a gift he'd never tire from; and one from which he was entirely undeserving.
Not a day had passed since seeing her in that dreadful house Rose Marie had chosen where he hadn't thanked the gods for her. Thanked them for blessing him with such pure, unbiased, unabashed love.
Created by sunlight, bathed in stardust and magic, she was truly hand-crafted by those who were more powerful than he.
Elijah had stopped believing in Gods — though his original faith was that closely aligned with Norse Mythology — but after meeting her, he'd realized what a fool he'd been.
For he would gladly attend mass — if he didn't burn the entrance with the sins he'd committed — and pray each night if it meant he could be in her life.
His Eden.
Eden.
Such an apt name for such an exquisite creature. Literally meaning paradise; or place of pleasure. If he'd never been happy a day in his life, it was all worth it to end up with her.
Vampirism and immortality didn't falter him when she smiled at him. He'd had a fair share of women, some of which took a piece of him in their deaths, and some for which he no longer recalled a name.
But Eden?
A soft smile tugged at his lips as she whined in her sleep, cuddling closer and burying her face further into his chest.
Perhaps in his human death, he was sentenced to a thousand years of purgatory, his crimes slowly chaining him to Hell. And in meeting Eden, his soul was cleansed, birthed anew in a blinding light.
