#katherine x elijah

[hyperactivewhore]

HELLO??? Taylor Swift as a vampire?? A kalijah letter??? Literally everything, to be honest.

I honestly wonder which couple was the one meant to have "more sex". I'm pretty sure it was Klaus and Cami, as it was never confirmed if they slept together despite being heavily implied they did.

[umaficwriter]

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh I love it and I hate it at the same time, hiding all of our sins from the daylight…

[princess--of--the--dragonstone]

why'd you have to

make me want you?

why'd you have to

give me nothing back?

why'd you have to

make me love you?

I said, "I love you"

you say nothing back

Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

ㅤㅤㅤ

[heartbreakgrill]

violent ends…: elijah mikaelson, pt. 2.

a/n: @theoriginalariamonroe told me i could choose a happy ending or a sad one…we shall see.

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description: romeo and juliet, act 2.

warnings: blood, violence, death, ab*se, angst, sad elijah, romeo and juliet cringe hehe

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elijah ripped the bottom door to her apartment off it's hinges like it was a brittle leaf. he set it inside the stairwell, an apology in the back of his mind after this mess was dealt with. he sped up the steps, and began rapidly knocking upon her door. he didn't know if she was here, but it was probable. where else would she go? she was probably too humiliated to ask trudy for comfort. she was probably too humiliated to see him- but he didn't care.

she never deserved to be alone.

and he wanted to- needed to see her. to know that she was okay, even though she was hurt, abused. to hold in her arms and promise her that she would never, ever have to see that man again.

though elijah guessed she wouldn't him to touch her, to make a fuss over any bruises or blood. she was more than likely terrified beyond belief. so, he prepared himself to just be patient, kind, and completely open to her. to let her come to him, to let her speak when she was ready. to keep his hands and his words to himself. for once, he would need to out of control.

but, after a minute of knocking, the door slowly creaked open. y/n met his eyes across the threshold and immediately tossed her arms around his shoulders. she was shaking, body wracked with horrific sobs.

elijah sighed with relief. to have her, here, safe in his arms. he held her weight as she fell into him, and held y/n up by the waist. his chin settled into her shoulders, lips near her ear as he coaxed her down, quietly. they clung to each other there on the stairwell landing.

it had been so long since y/n had been held//it had been so long since elijah had been held.

eventually, y/n found her footing. though she still held onto elijah, and tugged him towards her, stepping backwards. she wanted him to come in, but she didn't want to let him go.

elijah braced himself for impact and his body banged against the barrier into her apartment. y/n's arms held still in the air of her foyer, as if she was holding a ghost of him. elijah's fell to his sides, a worried expression covering the relief he had felt only a moment again. she slowly opened her eyes, confusing swimming in her vision as she saw him still standing outside.

"wha-" her voice was hoarse.

elijah took in all her bruises. the fingerprints on her neck, the fist-shaped lump on her cheek, the cut in her lip, the swelling in her eye. he took a deep, angry breath. but, he tried to ground himself, focus on her instead of that...that man.

"invite me in," elijah frowned with a clenched jaw.

y/n furrowed her brows, though it was painful, and her face flickered. "what?"

"invite me inside. i-i can't come in unless you do..." he trailed off. he'd have to explain himself now and she would look at him differently.

everything would change. forever.

y/n hesitated. her lips trembled as she parted them to say, "come inside."

elijah stepped through the doorway. he scooped y/n up in his arms, her legs dangling over his forearm. she curled her hands into her chest, feeling small and defeated.

elijah took them to the couch. he lay her body across the furniture, pressing a gentle kiss to her hand as he stood back up.

elijah unfolded the throw blanket that was tossed over the back of the couch and spread it across her body. then, he took a seat on the edge of her coffee table. y/n noticed how disheveled he looked. his eyes were blood shot, the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, and his hair was messy, like he'd been running his fingers through it.

"elijah..." y/n stammered, "why- what-"

elijah shook his head. "don't speak. just...stay calm, okay? this is going to be strange and...just take a deep breath."

y/n did as he asked, though her expression was nothing but confused still. he lifted his wrist to his mouth, produced his fangs, and bit into his skin. y/n watched the veins beneath his eyes protrude out of his skin, watched his eye color brighten to a sickening red. she sucked in a deep breath when she heard his teeth sink into his wrist. she clutched the edges of her blanket. but y/n never removed her eyes from his.

not even when he moved his wrist away and she saw his...his fangs. his canines were somehow sharpened into fangs. they were splotched and red with his own blood.

then, elijah lowered his wrist to her face. "please, drink this...it'll be okay."

y/n's gaze circled in on the blood streaming from his bite mark. she hesitated, glancing to his assuring eyes that had turned back to brown. he nodded encouragingly. y/n reluctantly moved her head forward. she opened her lips, and slowly cupped his wrist. his blood dripped into her mouth, hot, metallic. sweet. it tasted...it tasted good now.

and she felt good.

she felt her body healing itself from the inside out. every wound fred had inflicted upon her was disappearing. she wasn't in pain anymore. she looked to elijah, wide eyed. he smiled lightly.

y/n pushed his wrist away and pressed her back against the arm of the couch.

"what the fuck was that?" her voice was full again, throat no longer sore, vocal chords no longer hoarse. "what? elijah, what was that? what are you?"

his smile fell into a hopeless frown. the edges of his brows twisted up in a broken expression. y/n saw his eyes, swimming with sadness.

she slowed her words, stopped them. y/n cupped a hand around his cheek, brushing her thumb across the skin beneath his eye. "what are you?" she whispered, her tone more curious than it was frightened.

elijah responded, "i'm a...vampire."

y/n took a shuddering breath, the hand upon elijah's cheek shaking. "wha-what?"

he sighed, "please don't make me say it again." y/n stared into his eyes trying to find an answer to his words. for something to say. but then tears welled up in elijah's gaze. he pulled his face away from y/n's hand, elbows balanced on his knees, face shoved into his own palms.

he was crying.

y/n pushed herself to the edge of the couch, grabbing his wrists, "hey, hey, hey. hey, elijah, it's okay...cmon, it's okay."

"it's not," he mumbled, shoulders shaking, "i'm a monster."

y/n's heart broke, "no...no, no. no you're not. you're not a monster. no, you're not."

y/n pried his hands from his face, slipping her fingers into his. elijah dropped his head, chin against his chest, in an attempt to hide his cries. "yes, i am...if you only knew...the things i've done. the people i-i've k-"

y/n shuddered, "but, you're not a monster. i don't-i don't know what it is you've done. or the people you've...it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter to me. if you were a monster, i wouldn't be sitting here right now, in front of you. if you were a monster, i wouldn't have kissed- i wouldn't have kissed you. you're not a monster, elijah. monsters don't laugh, o-or cry, or heal people's wounds. they don't respect boundaries or-or people. you are a good person. you are one of the best people i've ever known. okay? you're kind, and caring, and...just believe me, okay?"

elijah slowly lifted his head, cheeks glossy with tears. "aren't you scared of me?"

y/n didn't even hesitate, "curious, more than anything. do i have questions? absolutely. but i could never be scared of you. you're a-a gentle giant," she let out a breathy laugh.

elijah shuffled away the tears and smiled at her quip. "i can answer any and all of the questions you might have."

"does being a vampire automatically make you incredibly posh?" y/n blurted.

elijah simply stared at her for a moment. her lips were pursed, cheeks wrinkled with a hidden smile. then, he grinned, and y/n giggled, loudly. elijah shook his head, laughing, "no, it doesn't. i'm from europe. all of my family is posh."

"oh, cool," y/n nodded, "i've always wanted to go to europe."

"i promise to take you."

her heart lit up. and more questions rattled off her brain. "how old are you actually?"

"1000."

"and you still don't know what the internet is? jesus," y/n scoffed. elijah raised his hands defensively but y/n had already moved to another question. "okay, okay...why does your family live here?"

"we founded the town."

"no wonder you know every single piece of history! oh, my gosh, it all makes sense! no wonder you don't have a job. why have a job when you're an undead creature? so, are vampires, like, automatically rich? or...?"

"we can compel people to tell or do anything we'd like them to..." elijah trailed off as he revealed one of the worse traits.

she faltered, "oh. that's...you haven't..?"

elijah met her eyes, head shaking wildly, "no, no, never. never. no."

"c-can you prov-prove it?" y/n chewed on her bottom lip, nervously.

elijah slid his hands into hers again, "of course. here...have i ever compelled you?"

her eyes went blank, her jaw slackened, and her hands limp in his, "no."

elijah nodded once, and y/n's face converted back to it's normal disposition. "oh...wow. okay...i mean, i trusted you'd never do that. but...sorry that was shitty of me-"

"no, it wasn't," elijah intruded, "you deserve to know the truth, 100% of it, by any means necessary. do you have more questions?"

"yeah..." she paused, trying to find the words. "do you feed off of humans?"

elijah shrugged, "you can...but you have to understand that it's in our nature to do so. i choose not to, because i feel it is unjust for the person who falls victim to it. i use blood bags. i know a man in virginia who feeds off of rabbits. now, my brothers and sister...they are less moral than i."

y/n tilted her head, small smile on her face, "see, you're not a monster. even in death, even when the universe tries to force you to be one...you aren't. woah, wait- how did you die?"

elijah laughed again at her shortened attention span. "my mother killed my siblings and i, and used her magic to turn us into vampires. to protect us. back then, it was survival of the fittest for any person alive. resources were limited, hostilities were heightened. she just wanted us to live. then, she tried to kill us because of what she did."

"how do you kill a vampire? stake through the heart?" she replied.

"well, i am an original vampire. one of the first. so, yes, you can kill a normal vampire with a stake. rip their heart out, tear off their head. but to kill me, well..you'd have to be very powerful to do so."

y/n watched his words fall into the air. something about them was impactful, like they bled of justice. she brushed her behind her ears and ran her eyes across the room. whatever she was thinking, it wasn't a bad idea. it was more than deserved. it was...fair. just. revenge.

"can we kill fred?" y/n met his eyes.

she expected him to say no, to frown and sigh, and explain to her that he didn't like to use his abilities for revenge. after all, wasn't she the one who just said he wasn't a monster? that he was good, that he was fair? and kind?

but, no. it was because of his fairness, his kindness, and his goodness, it was because he wasn't a monster that he said;

"there is honor in revenge."

y/n took a breath, a deep, shaking breath that lifted her shoulders. she took his hands again, "then let's get my revenge."

elijah shook his head, slow, "you will not be doing anything...you will stay here while i handle this."

"no, i-i want..." y/n hesitated, breathless, "i want my face to be the last thing he sees before- he dies."

elijah moved forward on the coffee table. he ran a finger over the side of her face, brushing along her hairline. then, his hand slid against her cheek, "i want you to be apart of my life. i've wanted that since the moment i laid eyes on you. but, i don't want you to be apart of that. i dont wan't you to know what it's like to watch the breath leave someone's body. i don't want you to see what i am going to do to him. you can spit on his grace, curse his name, burn down the club, for all i care. but i never want you to be in the presence of death. you are...goodness. you are light. even now, after all he's done, i am shocked you want him to die. you are merciful. and i will not let my life change you."

y/n rolled her lips between her teeth, deflated. but he was right. he always seemed to be right. she hesitated, the words guilty on the tip of her tongue, "i cared for him at one point because he was like god to me. after my mom died, i moved here because she had told me stories of her time as a singer when she was my age. i've always wanted to sing because of her. to perform. and i had no one back home. so, i came here, with nothing. i spent all my money on a bus ticket. and i had my mom's debts following me. i was auditioning to clubs, everyday, living in shelters, sometimes alleyways. and one day he found me. he took me in. he gave me a job. he got me this apartment. he is...all over me. so, don't believe i was being merciful every time i'd lie about how he was treating me. i was being manipulated. tonight made me realize that he is...deserving of a fate that i cannot even fathom. so, to appease you, i will not come. though, you have to understand something- i am not some perfect girl. i have a past that still haunts me. and, if i am going to be in your life, then i am all in, elijah. i am all in for any and all of it. any death, any pain you may carry. i know you have secrets, shame, things you don't want to tell me. just...lay down your burdens. let me carry some."

elijah was stunned by her confession. for the first time in a very long time, his shoulders slumped. his posture weakened. his heart ached. "i will. i will let you in and i will let you stay. but, first, i have an honor to uphold."

he stood from the coffee table. elijah buttoned his shirt back up, straightened his suit jacket, and patted his hair down. it was like he was in a prideful trance. y/n followed him to the door, her legs having to move twice as quickly as his. as he opened the exit, and stood there on the landing, y/n latched a hand around his bicep.

"wait..." she protested.

elijah turned back to her, swept her up in his arms, and kissed her. deeply. madly. fully. he kissed her. y/n melted into his embrace, feeling safe and sound in his warmth. elijah pulled away, brushing his thumb across her cheek, with a small smile, "my dear, you didn't think i'd leave without giving you a kiss, did you?"

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y/n locked her apartment door and stuffed a chair up against the handle. she bolted every window shut, drew curtains closed. then, she settled in on the couch with a cup of coffee, though it was nearly 1am, and flo in her lap. for a while, she stood blankly at her wall, unable to move. she was worried beyond belief, fearful for his life and her own. after a while, the television served as a decent distraction for maybe two hours. between commercial breaks, though, y/n's mind would wander. she'd peek out the windows, hoping to see him elijah striding down the sidewalk. there wasn't any sign for him.

the next morning, she jolted awake.

her exhaustion from the past 4 years had caught to her though she had drank two mugs full of black coffee. flo was meowing in her face, begging for her meal. y/n sat up quickly and cursed when she noticed she had dumped the rest of her coffee- maybe an inch worth- across her shirt. hurriedly, she fed her the cat, dumped the mug in the sink, turned off the coffee pot. and she opened her apartment door.

maybe he had come back during the night, found the place sealed, and sat patiently on her doorstep.

no, he hadn't.

y/n shoved the chair back to where it was and rushed to find her phone. she tore the cushions off the couch and it was buried deep within the side of it. dialing elijah's number, y/n ran a shaking hand through her tangled hair. she needed to shower. she never even wiped off part of her makeup from the night before. she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the window. y/n looked terrible.

elijah didn't have a voicemail. of course he didn't. so she dialed his number ten more times and listened to the dead-end beeping for nearly twenty minutes. she texted him about 30 times, too.

to no appeasement.

y/n threw her phone against the couch angrily. she rested her arms on her head, chest heaving with anxiety. she needed to remain calm. worry never got anybody anywhere.

so, she showered. it was rushed, and full of spilled conditioner and shaking hair-washes, but she showered.

then, she started to put on fresh leggings. halfway up her legs, she fought herself and said, "fuck it."

y/n put on jeans, a hoodie, sneakers. she threw her hair into the messiest bun. stuck her phone in her back pocket, wrote her name on her hip using a sharpie. if fred wanted to dispose of her like he had all those other girls, she wouldn't let his name cover her unnamed corpse. she would be herself, from now until the rest of time. then, she grabbed the taser that was in the back of her closet. it was probably not much use, but she didn't have anything else.

y/n kissed flo, held her in her arms for a few heartbeats. the cat shimmied out of her owner's embrace, and climbed onto her tower. she purred. y/n smiled, sadly, a breathy laugh saying, "love you, too."

the bookstore was closed. it was sunday. so, she slipped a note under the door for trudy.

'if you don't hear from me by monday evening, fred has killed me. this is the key to my apartment. please take care of flo. thank you for all of the laughter.'

y/n hurried across new orleans, one singular destination in mind

though, she could barely remember where elijah lived. but she managed to retrace their steps from the other night. she rushed over crosswalks, pushing her way through the crowded streets, until she spotted the compound from across the way. the girl had no idea what waited for her there- what supernatural creatures inhabited it's walls. she didn't even know if his brothers and sisters lived with him. this entire plan was based off of one assumption.

y/n jogged to the front door, the final few steps feeling like a hundred. y/n didn't hesitate to knock on the door loudly, wildly.

"hello?" she practically shouted, "hello? is anyone here?"

no one answered.

y/n huffed, knocks ceasing for a moment. then, she continued, "please, my name is y/n. elijah is in danger- please. please open the door-"

the door to the compound drew open, and a blonde-headed man stared down at y/n. his face was eerily blank, eyes dark and full of menacing secrets.

"can i help you?" he spoke dryly, head held high.

y/n breathily replied, "my name is y/n. i've been- seeing elijah. i think he's in danger. please, you have to help me."

"oh, my dear brother gotten himself into some trouble, hm?" he stepped to the side and motioned for y/n to come in. she thanked him under her breath and quickly walked through the threshold. the man closed the door and faced the stranger. "i am niklaus, elijah's younger brother. and you are y/n?"

she nodded rapidly, out of breath, "yes. please, i don't think we have much time. elijah-"

"love," klaus intruded her words, "please take a deep breath. i cannot understand you through that incessant stuttering."

y/n gulped. his attitude was not appreciated. she furrowed her brows, rolled her lips between her teeth. "elijah. is. in. danger. you. help. please? was that so hard to understand?"

klaus flicked his brows up, eyes finding humor in her returned bluntness. "hm...elijah usually does like them fiery. come, we must tell the rest of the family." he moved ahead of her, and guided her to a living room. 6 other's sat around, heads turned towards the door as y/n and the man walked in. a few were confused, but some held that same pointed, prideful expression.

"nik?" a blonde-headed woman spoke from a couch, a crystal glass of some dark liquid in her clutches. "who is this?"

klaus sat beside the woman, taking the glass from her hand. "this is y/n. she is, apparently, elijah's little girlfriend."

y/n crossed her arms over her stomach, self conscious under their stares. she was shaking, hard. "i don't think that sarcasm and wit is going to save him."

a few of the vampires? creatures? people? looked amuse at her quick quip. "oh, i like her. elijah sure knows how to pick 'em," the blonde stole the glass back from klaus, swigging the liquid down her throat. she met y/n's eyes, "rebekah. what exactly has elijah gotten himself into?"

"elijah? in danger? isn't he the one always dragging us out of our messes?" the man on rebekah's other side wondered aloud.

"not now, kol," klaus moved to the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees. "tell us, y/n. what is it?"

"he went after this man last night and he never-never returned. he never came back. he isn't answering my calls or my texts," she explained, looking between klaus and rebekah.

"honey," a blonde female touched y/n's shoulder, her hand warm through y/n's jacket. "please, sit. you're shaking." she guided y/n to the couch behind them, "i apologize for my family's brute greetings. i'm freya. please, continue."

y/n smiled weakly at the kind woman. "im- i. um, i work at a club- the minuit-"

"ah," klaus interrupted, again. y/n looked to him, confused at his responsive noise. "i know that place. are you...juliette?" he guessed as his eyes averted, like he was peeling back through his memories.

"on stage," y/n sheepishly replied.

klaus nodded firmly, "and that's owned by fred lavigne, correct?"

the energy in the room shifted, as if a harsh understanding crossed everyone's minds. they knew him. they recognized his name, and the mention of it put them all on edge.

y/n nodded. the confirmation only hastened the situation.

klaus, rebekah, stood, a rush of adrenaline in their bones. y/n followed, confusion on her features. "what's happening?"

"rebekah, marcel," klaus spoke, looking to the girl and a dark-skinned man by the fireplace, "go down to the docks. to that warehouse there. i don't know if he still operates out of it, but it's my best guess of where he might hold someone."

"klaus," freya sternly spoke, "what's happening? who's fred lavigne?" she seemed to be the odd man out, unaware of any club or club owner.

rebekah and marcel disappeared, speeding out of the compound like a flash of light. y/n stared after them with widened eyes. she wasn't used to this- the supernatural.

"the lavigne family have owned that district since we founded this town," klaus slowly explained, looking between his siblings. "they are not friendly with the supernatural. in fact, they take good care to ensure none enter their district. the fact that elijah was able to slip from their sight as often as it seemed he did is shocking. he is in grave danger, probably more than y/n even realizes."

y/n's stomach dropped. she fell back onto the couch, light-headed from the man's words. freya quickly sat back down beside her, taking her wrist in her hands. she felt her pulse, rapidly thumping against freya's touch, "it's okay, y/n. take deep breaths for me, okay?"

she couldn't. she started hyperventilating, her chest heaving in and out. she could barely catch up with it. tears welled in her eyes.

freya looked to a brunette women, standing across the room. she was watching klaus and waiting for his next intrsuctions. frey's drew her attention away from the man and to her and y/n. "hailey, go get a glass of water and a warm, damp towel."

"kol," klaus pointed towards the man, who seemed to just not care at all, "you and finn will go to the lounge and look for fred lavigne. and be careful- don't be cocky and get yourselves killed."

"he'll probably be behind the counter, counting money. he's short and fat," y/n managed to stutter out.

kol's demeanor changed. he stood, tall, features sharp and focused, "i will call devina, too. she will be able to help."

freya lay a shaky hand on her sweaty forehead. it seemed she was nervous, too. she must be one of elijah's sisters. something in her eyes reminded y/n of that man. freya brushed the hair from y/n's face carefully. hailey returned with a washcloth, and set it on the back of y/n's neck as freya instructed the shaking girl to lean forward. y/n took small sips of water, too, the cup held out in front of her by hailey. then, freya produced her cupped hand in front of y/n's eyes.

"take this. it'll help you calm down," freya spoke. it was a vile of what y/n could only guess was herbs. she emptied it into her mouth, watered the bitter taste down with a swig of water.

"thank you," y/n felt like crying, puking, screaming. all three. she was slightly embarrassed, too, that her body was reacting so weakly towards this situation at hand. she always thought she was a strong person- and this just made her feel weak. she didn't have any powers to offer, she couldn't help really at all. but she wanted to. then, the herb settled in her stomach. she felt all her fear wash away. she could think- she was clear-headed, breathing, and the sweat evaporated from her skin. "th-thank you." freya simply patted her back, a sweet smile on her face.

finn and kol vamped out of the room. klaus watched after them, a troublesome appearance on his face. he closed his fists, eyes downcast and stormy. then, he turned to y/n's self-proclaimed protector. "freya-"

she looked up from y/n quickly, already anticipating the plan of action, "locator spell?"

klaus simply nodded.

"had elijah told you anything? about us?" freya settled on her knees, beside the couch. she looked focused, her sweet smile dissipated for a pointed gaze.

klaus brandished a map and cleared the coffee table with one single swipe of his hand. hailey sat on the couch beside y/n, still holding on gently to the cup of water. the latter girl shook her head. "i just found out."

klaus looked her in the eye with a gentle smile, "please don't freak out, love."

"why- oh!" y/n gasped, eyes wide at the sight before her.

freya sliced her hand open and squeezed drops of her blood onto the map. she started mumbling some foreign language, eyes shut and head tilted back. y/n's confusion was focused, as she watched intently, until she noticed the blood on the map snake across the city lines. she was unsettled by that and shifted in her seat.

hailey took y/n's hand. the human looked up at the girl, and felt comforted by her smile. she managed to lift her lips a little. hailey spoke, "you'll get used to it."

y/n let out a breathy laugh. it was kinda...cool. intriguing. locator spell- that must've meant they could find elijah by using freya's blood. meaning she must be his sister, like y/n guessed. she was getting the hang of the information being poured all over it

after a moment or two, freya opened her eyes. the blood had settled on a spot on the map that y/n couldn't see from her seat. klaus huffed, propping his hands on his hips. "the docks. his warehouse there. i'll call kol and finn off."

klaus and freya headed for the door, the man's cellphone pressed against his ear. y/n stood quickly, dropping hailey's hand as she headed after them. "i want to come," y/n demanded.

klaus and freya turned back to her. the man took the phone from his ear, shook his head firmly, and said, "no offense, love, but i can smell the human on you. you're a liability. besides, my brother will never forgive me if something happens to you."

"no, i want to come," she protested. "i want to help."

"you'll be in danger if you go, y/n," freya explained, wrapping her arms around y/n's biceps. she leveled with her, the kindness she showed a better rationale than klaus' blunt ends. "it's better if you stay. here. with hailey."

y/n glanced at the brunette. hailey smiled half-heartedly, "we can color with my daughter?"

y/n almost laughed, but she whipped her head back towards the two supernatural entities, "as appealing as that sounds, i was already planning on going to find elijah myself. i have to come- i have to find him. and save him-"

"respectfully, i don't care about this savior complex you have going on," klaus stepped forward, towering over the woman, "if you don't stay here, i will make you wish you had."

y/n shivered under his threat. freya smacked her brother's shoulder. "don't do that, klaus," she hissed at him.

klaus rubbed the spot she'd smacked with a wince on his face. "i was just trying to-"

"it's fine," y/n waved them off. "i-ill stay. whatever. go."

and so they left. they left y/n in the foyer with this stranger- hailey. y/n turned slowly, faced the girl with a saddened look. "how about that coloring?"

hailey scanned y/n's face for a moment or two. she pursed her lips, hands coming up to cross over her chest. "no, no coloring," hailey rejected.  "when i was pregnant and someone was in danger, i was always forced to stay behind. forced to worry, alone, pace my room with time moving like a snail. i barely know you-but i know what you're feeling. if you want to go, we'll go."

"really?" y/n furrowed her brows. "but, klaus..."

"oh, klaus be damned. i'd tears my own eyes before i would start listening to anything klaus tells me to do. besides, i'm a damn werewolf."

"okay," y/n replied with a bewildered expression,

hailey walked over to the bar cart in the corner. she squatted and pulled a small tube full of dark red liquid from a container. she approached y/n, holding out the object. y/n recognized the consistency and color. it was blood.

y/n furrowed her brows, "do you want me to drink that?"

"the only way i'll let you come. vampires blood. if you get hurt, it'll heal you. but, if you die, you'll turn," hailey explained.

y/n took it from her. "elijah fed me some last night because i was- i was injured," she tried to brush off the subject matter.

hailey noticed her hesitation and lay a hand on her shoulder, like she just knew what had happened, "fred?" y/n nodded. the brunette sighed. "i am just so sick of men treating us women like pawns in their games. let's go- fred will be lucky if klaus gets to him before i do."

y/n looked to hailey, a proud smirk lining her features, "i have the feeling we're going to be good friends."

–

apparently, though hailey was a werewolf, her only powers outside of a full moon were super strength, healing, and the ability to hear things nobody really wanted to. so, they'd had to run down to the docks, which was exhausting and made y/n rethink her heroic venture. they pushed through tourists, fighting crowds amongst the loud music playing through the streets. at one point, y/n ran into someone, and they knocked her back onto her ass. her palms scuffed against the concrete. she hissed at the pain, and lifted her hands to her eyes to see the damage. it was already evening time, and she had to squint her eyes to see. small cuts covered both palms. but, as quickly as they appeared, they were healing. disappearing.

y/n's breath caught in her throat. she was never going to get used to that.

she wiped the blood off on her hoodie and the gray material stained.

she didn't have much more time to wander at the magic because hailey prodded a hand down in front of her face. y/n took it and was surprised by the girl's strength as hailey pulled her to her feet. "you good?" she pointed to the stain on y/n's shirt. when the girl nodded in response, hailey jerked her head in the direction forward. they started off again, running.

when they finally made it to the docks, y/n was growing more and more anxious. she tried to play it cool, but her breath was hitched. she struggled to get air in and out of her tightening throat. she knew hailey could hear, and she was embarrassed. but the brunette was kind. she kept giving y/n these encouraging smiles that made her feel much better. y/n knew it would be worse without those herbs, so she tried to slow her anxiety in appreciation of freya's help.

they approached the infamous warehouse at the edge of the water. it was dark down here, like a deserted, apocalyptic wasteland. a few lights protruded from the building- from small windows ten feet off the ground, and from a door, which was propped open. hailey turned to y/n, nodded once, grabbed her hand. she pulled them forward, tip-toeing now, as they hugged the brick wall.

two bodies lay on the ground in the darkness beside the door. their blood was smeared as if someone had pulled them away from the door. and their guns lay, limp, in their fallen hands. they were surely dead.

hailey stepped closer and motioned with her hand for y/n to stand back. the brunette exmained the bodies and peeked a head around, inside the building. she quickly moved back beside y/n and leaned into her ear to whisper, "klaus and freya."

y/n's bottom lip wobbled and she squeezed her eyes shut. they...killed these people. just like that. like it was easy. she then remembered the promise she'd made to elijah- about carrying his baggage, allowing death into her life.

and she thought to herself, they deserved this. they worked with fred. for him. they were part of the reason she was scared to live her life outside of the club. so...they deserved this. the image of death in her mind was quickly replaced by elijah's face. by that picture of her and elijah kissing outside of her apartment. by the memories of the bruises on her face, the blood from the cut on her lip flooding through her teeth.

y/n opened her eyes, a justified anger fueled by both love and karma encasing her face. hailey looked at her, raised her brows, "i was going to ask if you were ready for this, but that's a stupid question."

she led them into the building, around the corner of the door, and behind rows of shelving that wrapped around the entire place. it was brother in here. and more crowded. but the darkness looming behind the shelves protected them. surprisingly, it was quiet, despite all of the people in here.

through small cracks between boxes on the shelves, they were able to see the guards littered around the center of the room. like the one's outside, with guns in their hands, and wooden bullets strapped across their bodies in place of ammo. hailey and y/n watched closely as the guards paced around the room. y/n began looking beyond the guards, for some familiar faces. she was shocked by what she found.

when her eyes finally landed on the center of the room, she found elijah, who was strung up by his wrists, silver, metal chains digging into his skin. the toes of his shoes were barely brushing the ground and his torso was painfully stretched. elijah's mouth was covered with cloth, and the skin of his face and wrists were steaming. his shirt was torn open, and bloody, sizzling cuts were carved into his chest. the red liquid slid down his pants, covering the floor around him.

y/n gasped, much too loudly, as she spotted the man. she slapped a hand over her mouth, falling up against the wall, onto her ass. hailey quickly squatted beside her, shushing her very quietly. "it's okay, it's okay. y/n, it's okay." y/n was sobbing, shoulders shaking as tears streamed down her face.

hailey brushed hair from her face, soothing her down from her panic. "it's okay. cmon, it's okay. you have to get up. we have to keep moving. for elijah. do it for him."

y/n nodded, distantly, and she found her footing. she rolled her shoulders back and channeled that anger. hailey helped her stand. then, y/n brushed her tears away and swallowed her sobs. she didn't know how, how she was calming herself so quickly- maybe she just wasn't as weak as she thought she was. maybe she was strong. maybe he made her strong.

when she was standing, hailey grabbed her hand and continued to lead them through the warehouse. they rounded the corner of the shelves, running along the next wall like a hallway. they spotted klaus and freya at the end of it.

klaus' ears perked up, and he sniffed the air. his head snapped towards y/n and hailey. the brunette skidded to a stop. y/n banged into her back, since her gaze was fixated on elijah. she turned her eyes to the space before them, curious as to why hailey had stopped so quickly.

klaus took a deep, angry breath. it made y/n nervous if his threat would be reality. he tapped freya's wrist and the witch looked in their direction, too. she slumped, head tilted in disappointment as she met y/n's eyes. klaus grabbed freya's arm and suddenly they appeared in front of hailey and y/n. the gust of wind they blew from their speed whipped y/n's hair.

klaus opened his mouth to speak, but hailey zipped her lips. "don't start. it doesn't matter. we're here and we're staying. now, don't waste time. what's the plan?"

klaus hesitated, before huffing. she was right. but he shot a glare to y/n before he said, "kol and finn are dealing with...some people at the lounge. rebekah and marcel are here, but they've been shot. freya is going to blast the bloody lights off this place, so i can swoop in, grab elijah, rebekah, and marcel, and get us out of here. then, we're going to set the building on fire. so, there's nothing you can do for us. you wasted your breath."

hailey rolled her eyes, "we wouldn't have if you hadn't left me out-"

she was interrupted by a deep, gruff voice from hover y/n's shoulder,"nice plan," a

y/n didn't get a look at the man because klaus sped in front of her, a protective hand shoving her behind his back. freya stood at her side, slipping a hand into hers. hailey moved beside klaus, proud.

"i don't appreciate strangers eavesdropping on my private conversations," klaus quipped, peering at the man with his tilted chin.

the guard scoffed, "maybe you shouldn't be trespassing. who are you people?"

hailey crossed her arms, "maybe you should be asking what are we? because we are not people."

the guard straightened his gun, pointing it at the group before him. his face hardened with anger. just as his finger went to wrap around the trigger, freya flicked her other hand, and the gun went flying against the wall. klaus jumped on the man, and began to tear his neck out.

y/n didn't even flinch.

there was another guard, who had been waiting behind his companion. he freezes as hailey lay her sights on him. she stepped forward, prepared to take him down like klaus had, when he moved much more quickly than the other.

he shot a wooden bullet into hailey's stomach. she groaned, slumping forward. y/n reached after her, feeling protective of her new friend. freya raised both hands, palms facing the skies, as she went to fight the man with her power. however, he shot another round into her leg and arm. then, her back. he turned the gun towards klaus, who was wiping the blood from his lips. he went to turn towards the guard, to take him out, when the man shot a bullet through his heart.

y/n, on her knees beside hailey, slowly turned her head towards freya's body, then klaus'. the man's skin was gray, his swollen veins protruded from his skin. and freya had her eyes squeezed shut, the pain overwhelming her powers. y/n's breath caught. she looked up to the guard, aware that she was the only one left standing. she was utterly alone, powerless.

she stood, arms slack at her sides, lips parted in anticipation. in that moment, y/n knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, to alter her fate. the guard held her eyes for a moment, and watched the fear crowding her pupils. he hesitated, for just one second. y/n's eyes focused as that one moment clicked in her brain. she lunged forward, for his gun.

but, before she could lay her hands on the gun. he punched her head with the butt of it. y/n fell backwards from the force, her head landing onto freya's arm. the witch winced at the impact.

the guard left them laying there two minutes, just long enough to gather some other men. they carried the strewn bodies towards the center of the room, and lay them out in a line beside rebekah and marcel.

y/n seethed a breath between her teeth as her elbow banged against the floor. her eyes were blurred from pain in her forehead, so she couldn't see much, but she knew hailey was on her left, and klaus, her right. y/n's eyes lingered on klaus' dead face. the thought of it made her sick, that a dead body was laying beside her.

then, she remembered what elijah had told her. that originals couldn't be killed with just a stake- which probably equated to neither a wooden bullet. her head wound began to heal as she thought about this fact.

and she realized that klaus would heal, too, if the bullet was dug from his chest. so long as it was there, the harm it inflicted would just be repeated, again and again. so, y/n slid a hand from the floor, to his chest. her vision cleared and she made sure none of the guards were watching her. luckily, they were all standing around, talking about the situation y/n and her companions had caused.

y/n cringed as she pushed her fingers into the wound in klaus' chest. it was gooey, wet, and warm inside of there. she pushed her fingers down until they were stopped by the rounded edge of what she figured was the bullet. y/n wrapped her fingers around the cylinder and tugged, hard. as her hand tore from his chest, the strength she bored shoved her back into the ground. the bullet flew from her grasp, across the floor, somehow silently. freya, somehow still awake, met y/n's eyes as it landed beside her. she looked...proud.

"y/n..." a voice, an injured, slurred voice, called out softly. the name-holder turned her head. she saw elijah just feet from her. his head was still slumped forward, his eyes shut. but...he was calling out for her.

"elijah," she whimpered, neck straining to see him better. "elijah i'm here."

"y/n..."

another voice interrupted the moment, a voice that sent chills down y/n's spine. they weren't chills of fear, though- no, these were shivers of anger. of an anger so hot it turned her skin icey.

the familiar figure stepped forward, in front of his body guards, who towered over him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cocky expression covering his pudgy face. "how romantic of you too."

y/n trembled as fred approached, energy vibrating her limbs. he stood over her and peered down with a dark expression. "chain her up," he demanded.

within two moments, y/n was drug to her feet. she fought the guard holding her wrists, and kicked her feet towards the one stood before her. the first latched an arm around her shoulders, bicep choking her throat in an attempt to hold y/n still.

the other grabbed her arms and latched thick cuffs around her wrists. he raised the clasp connecting them towards the other chain hanging from the ceiling. y/n’s body stretched upwards and, when he locked it together, her toes barely touched the ground. the muscles in her arms, down through her torso, burned with pain. she kicked her feet again, as if she could get the chains apart.

“y/n…” her name, again, from elijah’s lips.

she twisted her head around with enough force that her body swung towards him slightly. “elijah!”

but, then fred opened his mouth to speak, his hand cupping her chin to face him. y/n screamed, covering any words he could’ve said. he huffed, drawing his hands across his chest, an annoyed look on his face. fred tried to speak again and she screamed louder, this time, barring her teeth. spit flew from her mouth, landing on his face. a taste of his own sickness.

fred wiped a finger across his cheek, inspected it, “you should really learn to be more respectful of the men in this world.”

his annoyance at her spit only encouraged her. y/n sucked in a deep breath and spit at his face. it landed in his eye. fred wiped it away, neck crawling with red anger. then, he reared back his fist, and collided it against her jaw.

the force swung y/n’s body back. her head fell forward, chin dropping into her chest, mouth filled with her own blood. she managed to find her footing and looked back up at him.

fred moved closer and ran a finger down y/n’s arm, from her wrist, to the top of her bicep. “god, i used to think you were the most beautiful woman in the world. you were quiet, nice, you listened to me. this newfound…hysteria you’ve grown into…it makes you so ugly. no man will ever want you like this. fuck, even then…i must’ve been the only man who ever loved you. you know, when this…monster finds out who you are- when he takes a look inside, he’ll go running. and i won’t be there to catch you. no, you’re on your own now.”

y/n shuddered under his touch, but she never took her eyes from his face. he watched his finger, travel down her side, across the curves of her hips. when he reached her knee, he straightened his eyes back to hers. he flashed a sickly villainous smile.

“what? nothing to say? no quips? eh, maybe you’ve learned your listen that women are better seen and not hea-“

y/n kicked him in the balls. it sent her flying in the air again, struggling to find her footing. but the satisfaction of his groaning, bent over the waist, clutching his penis- oh, that was worth everything.

fred cursed, “fuck! shit! you stupid BITCH!”

y/n smirked. she didn’t know who this new woman was- but she liked her. she hoped this strengthened femininity would stick around.

fred stood up, seething with anger. he tilted his chin to the side, as his teeth ground together. “oh, you’ll regret that.”

he snapped his fingers, wriggled his pointer in the air. it motioned a guard over, alert and attentive to whatever fred needed. “take him down, bring him over here.”

y/n strained to see him. the guard unlocked his cuffs, and elijah’s body slumped over the man’s shoulder. the guard’s knees nearly buckled under the weight. he slammed the body on the floor at fred’s feet. y/n’s bottom lip wobbled as she finally saw elijah’s face. it was still, bloodied. the cloth around his mouth had fallen somewhat, and his lips were swollen from cuts, punches, probably. he was so close, so far away.

“her, too,” fred snapped again. his hands then went on his hips as he stared down at elijah.

the guard unlocked y/n’s chain, but left her cuffed. she, too, fell over the man’s shoulder, body limp from that constant use of her muscles.

he threw her beside elijah. she caught her head before it hit the concrete. though her elbow ached from bouncing off of the floor. y/n struggled onto her knees, shoulders shaking now as sobs wracked her body. she moved her hands to elijah’s cheeks.

y/n brushed the messy hair from his face, “elijah…elijah, i’m here. i’m right here, elijah. please wake up- please-p-please wake up. i’m here.”

then, fred latched a hand around her bicep and pulled her back. “nuhuh, sugar. listen up.” he squatted before her, eyes boring closely into hers. “you threw away everything i built for you. you threw away a perfect life. you had it all- and you chose nothing. you chose shit. i guess it’s where you belong- but you still need to learn your lesson. you love these monsters so fucking much, well, then, you get to become one.”

y/n’s brows furrowed, confusion layering over her fear. fred dropped his hold on her, produced a knife from his pocket. then, he leaned towards elijah, pulled his arm towards them, and sliced a line down his wrist. he shoved it into y/n’s face, a sinister look on his face. “drink up, bitch.”

he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face into elijah’s bloodied wrist. she didn’t try to get away, no- she already had blood in her system, so it didn’t matter.

once fred was satisfied with this, he threw elijah’s wrist back over the body. y/n went to turn her head, but fred caught her chin. he held out his other, open palm, a fine powder in a small pile there.

“open up,” he demanded.

y/n listened, lips parting. fred shoved his hand against her lips and the powder fell onto her tongue. it dissipated amongst her saliva, flavorless, with no smell.

as fred pulled away, y/n coughed from it’s tickle down her throat. she stammered, “wha-what was th-that?”

fred crossed his arms over his chest. “i want you to die a slow, painful death, like the one your boyfriend here promised me. but, it’s a little tricky with that blood in your system. so, that witchy herb you just swallowed will help me out- it’ll slow the healing properties of the blood, but still allow it to do it’s work when you die. you’ll still turn…into one of those monsters.”

y/n held her head high. tears flooded her cheeks, and sobs threatened her throat, but she ignored them. she lifted her chin, staring him straight in the eye. “and when i awaken, you will be the first who’s blood i will suck dry from their body.”

fred’s face didn’t flicker. he didn’t laugh, he didn’t smile, he didn’t even frown. he just stared, eyes unreadable, expression indifferent.

“oh, sugar, i’ve got a shake with your name on it.”

fred snapped his fingers, again. two guards lifted y/n by her arms. she slumped in their hold, body growing tired with pain as the vampire’s blood ceased from healing her aching bones.

fred stepped forward, that knife still in his hand, “now, could someone remind me how juliet dies in that stupid story? where exactly does she stab herself?”

“through the heart…” y/n spat.

fred tilted his head, smiled gratefully. “aw, sugar, knew i could count on you. well, it’s as good a death as any…fitting for this stupid situation. here goes…”

fred drew his hand back, the knife pointed at a ready angle, then jammed into her chest. y/n groaned, the suck crunch of her skin opening echoing through her veins, directly into her eardrums. her vision went blurry, dizziness invading her head.

then, all within the span of ten seconds: the lights blew out of their sockets with loud bangs and somehow turned back on. when they had been out, every single guard had had his heart ripped from his chest. y/n fell to the floor, back against the cold floor. she stated up at the lights as they flickered, wondering if they were the doors to heaven.

before the lights came back on, too, freya, rebekah, marcel, and hailey were healed, wooden bullets dug from their chests. elijah’s wounds were wiped free of the vervain preventing him to heal. it took him the final 5 seconds of the darkness to drag himself up from the the floor and find y/n’s becoming-corpse.

as the lights burst back into flames before y/n’s eyes, elijah fell to his knees beside her. he clutched her limp body, holding her against his chest delicately. he glanced between the knife in her chest and her squinted eyes.

“no, no, no…” he murmured, brain racing as he tried to find a solution, “no…god, no…what did he do to you? y/n, please…no, no, no.”

his movements became manic as he grew panicked. he brushed the hair away from her face, prodding her skin with his fingertips. her skin was growing colder, the color draining from her face, from her lips.

“elijah…” she breathed, one slow, shaky, painful breath. the knife flinched against her heart and she grimaced. “elijah…help-“

“sh, sh, sh…” he insisted, “sh, it’s okay to be okay, you’re going to be okay. f…freya! freya! come! please, freya, please help me!”

his sister, a terrifyingly sad expression on her usually happy face, drug her feet towards her brother. she lowered herself to her knees, lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“elijah,” she spoke quietly, afraid he would snap, “that man gave her herbs that would slow the healing process. but, i don’t think the knife hit her heart hard enough to kill her. she’s in a painful cycle right now. you have to- you’re going to have to kill her.”

“but-but she’ll come- fuck!” elijah tried not to scream, he tried not get angry. he didn’t want to cause her any more pain than she was already facing.

“elijah…” freya continued, “i don’t know if she will. i don’t know what herbs he used. the only ones i can think of are the kind that soak up the vampires blood, not slow it. i’ve never- i’ve never heard of ones that slow it, but still bring you back. i think he’s wrong.”

elijah’s chest shook as tears streamed down his face. “what am i supposed to do?”

y/n stared blankly up at the lights. “elijah?”

he wished she would open her eyes, he wished he could the life force within her orbs. the stars, the sun, the light.

he wanted this to be over already. for the hard decision to be done.

freya spoke, though she suspected elijah already knew what he had to do, “you have two choices, brother. you can remove the knife from her chest and you can let her die as a human. or…you can push it further in. we can wait and see if-if she comes back. she’ll be able to make the decision herself.”

elijah looked to his sister, eyes bloodshot, red, overflowing with sadness. freya’s heart broke. she felt tears swallow her own eyes, but she tried to will them away.

elijah looked back to y/n, thoughts running wild. he focused back to the first time he saw her; the moment he learned her name; their trip to the diner; the first time he kissed her.

and the last.

he shut his eyes, tilted his head down to hers, and kissed her. it was a terrible kiss- y/n couldn’t move her lips, she couldn’t even really process what was happening. and elijah only tasted the blood in her mouth mixing with his tears. his lips trembled, too. it was just terrible.

then, he made his decision. he took his hand from her face, wrapped his hand around the knife, and…

“These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey

Is loathsome in his own deliciousness

And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”

my dear readers: because i was given liberty to write either a sad ending or a happy one, i have decided to write both. you will receive both within the next week. until then, i hope you enjoy the angst i’ve given you. comment if you’d like to be tagged.

tagging people: @theoriginalariamonroe @space-princess-charming @fitzs-trained-monkey

[allysonkgirl]

@softfairies commissioned Elijah Mikaelson art

[thememoriesofaqueen]

Elijah: As beautiful as watching your naked back is, I'm certainly not fond of the stares you get when you're sunbathing.

Katherine: Jealous much?

Elijah: It needs more than stares to make me jealous, Katerina. That still doesn't mean I'm fond of sharing.

Katherine: Oh, stop pouting and put some sunscreen on my back. I'm sure that helps with your allegedly non-existent jealousy.

[elejahfanfic]

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@beautyandwords

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Kalijah moodboard

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@karinanic

[darlingmurdock]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

LIFE HAD PREVIOUSLY been significant; before a lovely dawn. A memory crammed within the confines of a letters of remembrance, scrawled with careless chuckles and profound joys. Waffles strewn with otherworldly quantities of syrup, as tiny spirals of heavenly pity blossom through the monotonous turmoil of realism.

A beautiful relationship between three girls; flows smoothly when introduced in excellent language. It is nothing like a dream with such amazing participation. A girls steadies a lovestruck so sweetly reciprocated, blissfully ignorant of the throat-scratching yells and anxious headaches. Only an ideal existence could compare to exchanging ever-growing grins and infectious companionship.

Caroline noticed the crimson red and golden tint flashing over her knuckles. She moved her attention to find herself in a cracked mirror. In frustration, she hits the mirror. She felt her throat burn as she looked into her own mirror, wanting to sob. She eventually achieved her wish. She was entirely liberated. She had been set free. She has taken back control of her life. She survived, she got herself, Katherine, and Bonnie out.

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[elenasalvator13]

Katherine Pierce with Lana del rey aesthetic

[finnicks]

( fic ) i’ll do anything for a taste of you

i’ll do anything for a taste of you

the vampire diaries | elijah/katherine explicit, 5.1k Katherine begs Elijah to turn her back into a vampire while having sex.

[umaficwriter]

and when you find everything you’ve looked for, I hope your love lead you back to my door, but if it don’t… stay beautiful

[ywhiterain]

Relijah

I think they originally were gonna have Rebekah and Elijah have a more complicated relationship before realizing it’d work better if actually they are super sweet and open with each other.

I’d forgotten that Rebekah asked if Elijah would dagger her for choosing happiness. It’s easy to read as her anger making her say things she doesn’t mean - she actually does that often enough - but I’m glad they made them sweet together.

Also I thought maybe I’d overblown my Katherine/Elijah heart but nope. The one interaction of her asking him to choose himself and him going to kiss her lips before settling with her forehead just makes me want to revise my mpreg plans to go for Katherine/Elijah instead of Haylijah (I won’t it’ll mess up my plot and themes and characters and I do really like Hayley and Elijah together) but I do want to write a Katherine/Elijah fic.

Because man are Nina and Daniel good together. The Elena/Elijah and Katherine/Elijah chemistry is so starkly different.

Gah I do love the originals and the relationship but two seconds of Katherine and Elijah starkly remind me I don’t have an OTP in that show. The longing and history and pain between them just pulls at me like Stefan/Elena. The only reason I don’t have a million tags for them is because it’s such a minor part of the show and they don’t have much screen time together.

[shrenvents]

Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

...

Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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A Valentine's Surprise

A/N:  This is for all my loyal readers who have accompanied me for several years. Thank you for your support <3 Happy Valentine's Day 2023 <3

Pairing: Kalijah (Elijah Mikaelson x Katherine Pierce)

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: None

Status: Complete

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and while Katherine isn't a fan of cheesy expressions of love that only get made once a year, she is disappointed that Elijah seems to be more interested in his books.

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Tick tock, tick, tock. The ticking of the old grandfather clock was - alongside the occasional sound of a page getting turned over - the only noise that filled the air in the otherwise awfully quiet room.

Katherine lounged on the divan and shot dagger gazes at the book currently placed in Elijah's lap. It looked old and boring and she couldn't fathom what made Elijah interested in it. Perhaps it was indeed the fact that it was old which fascinated Elijah. A doubtful taste, especially since he could have something much more interesting.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she threw her head back, audibly making her displeasure known. Unfortunately, her attempts seemed to remain unnoticed. Elijah's eyes were still glued to that damn book and without looking up from it, he even reached out for his cup of probably-already-cold tea to take a sip.

What was it that he had said? 'Katerina, I think a quiet afternoon would be nice. Perhaps you even want to join me in the pleasures of reading. I can recommend xy book.' – or something along the line.

At first, Katherine had thought that he was joking but to her great horror he really meant his words and now he was sitting there with that damn book in his lap which occupied his entire attention. Certainly not what she had expected today.

Surely – and Katherine wanted to put great importance on it – she is no one who expects cheesy things on Valentine's Day. Hell, she doesn't even want to be showered in flowers and balloons and stuffed animals (and whatever else gets gifted on these days). It appeared to be fake and if one isn't the romantic type of person the other 364 days of the year, one shouldn't bother to make a 180° turn on a day that's incredibly commercially exploited. 

Nonetheless, she had expected more than being literally completely ignored by Elijah.

Elijah, the man that shows his affection in and with the tiniest actions. The man who gives her a kiss on her forehead before she falls asleep and the man who often quickly pecks her cheek when he passes by her. But on the day that is literally known in the world as the most romantic day of the year, he chooses to ignore her, read, and even recommends she read a book herself.

It's unbelievable and makes her want to pout. What was exactly what she decided to do now. 

Again, it goes entirely unnoticed. Not even another dramatic sigh made him look up.

How is life so damn unfair?

Katherine pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes as she continued to eye Elijah. For once, he seemed to be entirely relaxed although highly focused on that treacherous book in his lap. A porcelain cup with tea stood on the table next to his armchair which made her wonder if it was finally empty or not. This book enchanted him so much that he even forgot the leave-water he had made himself after he told her he desired a quiet afternoon. He seemed content, which only made her own dissatisfaction worse.

Katherine decided she had enough of this awful state, so she finally got up from the divan and headed over to him. Her heels echoed on the wooden floor but Elijah only looked up at her when she (carefully) lifted the book up and placed herself on his lap instead so that her knees were left and right beside his legs and she was comfortably squatting on his lap. It was a little straitened on that armchair but she didn't care. Katherine could see a little sparkle in his eyes, but otherwise, he kept a straight face.

He did, however, take the book out of her hands and put it on the armrest so he can continue to read. At least he slipped his other arm around her waist and therefore kept her close to him.

Was that progress? Probably. Better than nothing, she supposed.

She put her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose in the spot where his neck met his shoulder. 

The brunette kept quiet for a while, enjoying his proximity although she got more annoyed the more time passed and the more he turned yet another page in his book.

"Elijah", she mumbled against his neck which caused the hand that was lying flat on her back to draw small (and admittedly incredibly relaxing) circles on it. It was, however, still not the reaction she desired.

Instead, she now started to plant kisses along his neck and let her fingers slide through the hair on the nape of his neck. Surely that must ignite some kind of reaction.

"Elijah?", she mumbled again against his skin and this time, she got a reaction from him.

"Yes, Katerina?"

"Is this book more attracting than me?", she asked and finally lifted her head away from his neck so that she could face him.

Elijah raised his eyebrows and looked at her in amusement.

"Of course not."

"Then why do you keep ignoring me?"

"Who says I'm ignoring you?"

"Your lack of response?"

Her statement let him hum which in turn let his chest vibrate softly. "I enjoy your presence thoroughly, my darling Katerina. Is that what makes you so upset?"

"I'm not upset, Elijah", she retorted.

"The pout on your lips tells me otherwise," he stated and finally set the book from the armrest to the side table before he placed both hands on her hips.

"Well, I was thinking you'd want to go out. Have a nice lunch or dinner perhaps. But you're glued to that book." Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow which quickly changed into a frown when she noticed him chuckling lowly. "What's so funny?", she asked in confusion.

"Well, I did ask you to join me in reading, didn't I?"

"You did. I still don't see the connection."

"But it appears you didn't follow my book recommendation?" he looked at her questioningly although he must know the answer. Of course, she hadn't followed his recommendation because she didn't intend on spending the day reading.

"Perhaps you should", he added after a while as he noticed her gaze darken.

After she made no movement to get up or even consider his words, he started to brush his hands up and down her hips, his expression softening. "Please, Katerina."

Katherine narrowed her eyes and couldn't possibly deny his request. Not when he asks her like that.

"Fine." She got up from her place on his lap as elegantly as possible. "What was the title again?"

"Poetry Of The Nymphs."

Right. She knew there was a reason she didn't start to read. Not only because she wanted to go out or at least do something with him - and by 'with him' she meant a joint activity and not separate reading. The last thing she wanted was to read poems that sounded like a magical fairytale. Or whatever its content was.

Her gaze now wandered to the four gigantic shelves full of books. They weren't put in there in a messy type of thing, no, they were all neatly lined up despite the big number of books. But how was she supposed to find one single book? She didn't even know what it looked like.

Seeking help, she turned to Elijah.

"No, Katerina, you were supposed to find it yourself."

"Elijah..."

She gave him a look that showed him that she wasn't in the mood for searching. Especially not after he still insisted on her getting that damn book.

Apparently, there was something in her gaze that made him sigh and get up. With a targeted grip, he reached into the upper half of the third shelf and pulled out a very old-looking book. Without commenting, he handed her the book and then stepped back a few steps.

He seemed like he was genuinely curious about her reaction to that book. Something she couldn't really comprehend because he cannot expect her to want to join a book club. But if he insisted...

Katherine's gaze landed on the leather cover of the quite heavy book. It had a dark red hue and still looked kinda new despite its age. She assumed it must have been in Elijah's possession for a long time or at least had a careful pre-owner. She couldn’t explain it otherwise.

Deciding it's best if she sits down and places the book on her lap due to its heaviness, Katherine returned to her previous location on the divan.

With another quick glance at Elijah, she opened the book. She had no idea where to start because it had a lot of sides and she certainly can't read all that in one sitting. To her great surprise, however, it seemed to want to open itself and showed her the right spot. Not because it was magic but mainly because she found a dry, pressed flower in it. It was a single, dark-purple carnation.

She carefully took the flower, that had previously hidden a poem in old, very swinging letters written underneath it, out of the page. It had a beautiful color and she wondered what it did in there. It certainly didn't belong to the book and it surely wasn't a bookmark. Did Elijah leave it in there?

Perhaps she had to focus on the poem on this page to find the answer. She figured it had something to do with it since she didn’t believe this was a random finding. It was a bit difficult to read but after a few seconds, she had it covered.

The poem was about a man who was deeply in love with a woman but who was too shy to ask the woman of his dreams out, afraid that his feelings weren't returned. So he decided to communicate with flowers. He deliberately avoided roses that would make his feelings too obvious, instead, he chose carnations. At first, he secretly brought a bouquet of white carnations to her which were associated with purity and luck. After he saw her accepting the white flowers, he continued to secretly give her more flowers. They became more and more colorful - or rather intense - after she accepted the last bouquet and had the same reaction as before. He brought her light red carnations after the white ones, that were associated with conveying admiration. Eventually, he brought her darker shaded carnations which expressed deeper sentiments of love and affection. When he secretly brought her a bouquet of dark purple and red carnations, he was discovered by her as she had waited for the secret admirer to show up.

Katherine had to turn the page to discover how the story ends. She found an ivory, small envelope between the next two sides but choose to ignore it for the time being, feeling like it was important to finish the poem first.

After the woman had unmasked her secret admirer, the man finally had the courage to declare his love. To his great relief, his feelings were returned and the woman declared that she too had admired him from afar. The poem ended with them starting a happy and loving relationship.

Katherine smiled but didn't dare to look up at Elijah. Somehow her own heart started to pound after she took the envelope that was waiting to be opened. She could tell that this envelope didn't belong to this old book and as she turned it around, she could see 'Katerina' being written in familiar, elegant handwriting on it.

"What's this?" she asked and finally looked up to discover that Elijah was still standing in the same spot as before and watching her with great interest.

"You have to open it to find out," was his simple reply and she could tell that there was a certain fondness in his expression.

Now her heart started to pound even more as she carefully opened the envelope.

In it was a simple but expensive unilateral ivory card. Its paper was thick and looked like it was for special occasions. She again discovered Elijah's elegant handwriting on it. It said:

'Dearest Katerina, it would be my greatest honor to let me take you out tonight. Until I receive your answer, I remain in hopeful anticipation. Yours forever Elijah'

Katherine's lips opened slightly because of how beautiful and thoughtful this was. It was beyond romantic and it made her speechless.

"Elijah...." she looked up to see him slowly stepping towards her, the fondness in his expression now more prominent than before.

"I do hope I shall receive your approval", he said softly and extended his hand to help her up and which she took.

"Of course you do, Elijah. I'd be more than happy to go out with you," she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck before she leaned in to kiss him. As she expected (and hoped), Elijah returned the kiss, and let his hand rest on her cheek, his thumb brushing along her jawline.

"You make me a very happy man, Katerina." He whispered in return as soon as their lingering kiss ended.

"I guess there was a reason that you wanted me to read this afternoon," Katherine said with a soft giggle.

"I certainly hoped you would. Seems like my strategy didn't entirely work out."

Now she understood why he ignored her because he hoped she would give in and read to help with her boredom. And now she also understood why he initially didn't want to help her search the book. He wanted to build up tension. Some kind of game he knew she would usually enjoy.

"Thank you, Elijah. I enjoyed it and I believe I have never been asked out like this before. I won't ever forget it." And she meant every word she said. It meant a lot to her that he chose such a special way to ask her out.

"I love you, Katerina."

"And I love you."

Now, this day could only end up fantastic and memorable.

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