❝︎︎ 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...
EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault, physical abuse, torture, kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, mentions of past torture, history of abuse, psychological abuse, knives, dark magic, and just a generalized big fucking red flag in antonin dolohov PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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"how dare you give up what's mine"
—
Eden had grown accustomed to tranquility. Peace danced across her mind and pleasure charmed her smile. Happiness encircled her smile and tugged at her heart.
For nearly three months, Eden was happy.
She'd forgotten what it felt like when the rug was pulled out from under her.
It left her naked and bruised. Cold against the barren floor, soul sinking further and further into the bleak, dark abyss.
Eden blinked, wincing in pain as the light hit her eyes. It was blinding, piercing, attacked her retinas and wormed into her mind.
Someone laughed.
A cold chill rushed through her heart at the sound, memories flooding her. The oxygen she'd taken into her lungs from knowing Elijah and Niklaus had escaped her.
She was drowning.
Further, further, further...down, down, down...
A hand grasped her face. For a moment, her blurred vision made our dark hair and pale skin. Elijah?
But his grip was hard, cold, nails digging into her skin.
That couldn't be Elijah. Elijah was gentle.
Words were said, a voice was sounding, but it was muffled by the water. She couldn't hear anything over the sound of her heartbeat, the gasping for oxygen in her lungs.
"'Lij..." she whispered, her throat achy and coarse.
He laughed again.
"What's..."
A pain in her cheek, a loud smacking sound, and then she was above water again. Only, her lungs were full and she couldn't breathe — why couldn't she breathe? — but her vision cleared and she was receptive to noise.
"No," she whimpered, the face above her in full view.
He looked worse than last she saw him. Though, she supposed that could be chalked up to his year on the run.
