❝︎︎ 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: references to abuse, rape, kidnapping
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"gotta go, 'lena, boutta get laid"
—
BLOOD coated her hands like paint.
Her cheeks wet with tears, mouth dry of words, limbs trembling from fear.
The wound in her stomach prohibited her from moving, reaching across the floor for her wand.
She gasped for oxygen, lip trembling as her blurred vision met his.
"Hello again, pet."
—
FOUR DAYS BEFORE
Eden's hands motioned an air guitar as another Led Zeppelin guitar solo came on.
Elijah and Stefan had left halfway through the song, exchanging a mildly irritated look and deciding to get food together.
Eden and Niklaus remained in the vehicle, singing — more like screaming — the lyrics to classic rock songs.
"So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins," Eden shouted, her head bobbing up and down. Nik's laugh echoed over the music and he danced in place.
"For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing!" He finished, reaching his hand over her air guitar and mouthing along to the ooh's in the song.
It finished a minute later and they both panted, exchanging a look.
"Eden Sommers, you are incredible," Nik breathed out, shaking his head.
Eden met his awed gaze with a grin. "I know, puppy, you don't have to tell me."
"Oh, I don't?" Nik's grin widened. "Noted, love. I'll hush up a bit."
"Do that, then," Eden nodded, biting her lip.
Niklaus chuckled at her words, his eyes gazing into her own, darting to her lips and back. He tsked, reaching his finger to her face gently, tugging her lip from her teeth.
"Such pretty lips should only be bit by teeth that make them bleed."
Eden's breath stopped and her eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to kiss his finger, only a centimeter from her lips, but she couldn't move. Frozen to the spot in a state of shock and unbridled desire.
"That's it," he cooed softly, finger trailing from her lip to her jaw and tucking back a piece of her hair. "That mouth moves too much, I like it quiet."
