#nadia petrova

[daenysthedreamer101]

Sisters, Mothers, Aunts, Daughters and Wives

In honor of International Women's Day aka 8th of March, here are some of my favorite female characters from TVD.

Happy 8th of March if you celebrate! ❤☺🌹

[pinkhysteria]

[bluesadansey]

the fact there is no scene on TVD or TO of Rebekah reacting to the news she fucked Katherine’s daughter … this creative team had whack priories

[christinarowie332]

nadia’s story was actually the saddest in the entire show .

i love u

[crimsonlyinglilly]

AMOW 2. Impalement

Day two of AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-a-Thon.

oh no! Elijah's been impaled. anyway-

more Elijah Whump, This time from Grandfather Elijah AU, so centuries after 'Hale the boy grew.' and Nadia discovers her traveling companion is more that he appeared.

also while writing this I discovered I didn't post the second part of Hale the boy grew. will get on to that.

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It had been years since he had used any of his true strengths and abilities, Nadia was more than happy to take the lead in their search so Elijah had let her believe her first impression, that  he was just a young vampire Katarin-Katherine now, had turned and left behind, it was easier to be Elijah Hale rather than Mikaelson, the one who had failed her family and led to their deaths.

Oh, he knew who Nadia was, he had convinced Katarina’s parents to keep him informed of the baby’s growth after they had sent their daughter into his care, the letters were likely still at the bottom of the trunk he had left on the ship. He had assumed she was another, tiny body left in the aftermath of his brother's rage, so when she had introduced herself when they both met during their own searches for Katherine he had been stunned.

Quickly agreeing to join her, following her instructions with little complaint, it was easy to see how she gained the idea he was younger, but the sight of her, alive, learning that she had children, even if he had little to no chance of finding them or their descendants at this point, was a weight lifted from his heart, that he still had something left from his grandchildren, that Hale’s line had survived his brother the way Tatia hadn’t survived him.

Besides he had gained plenty of practice following someone else’s lead while watching their back and Nadia was far more careful than any of his siblings besides Finn.

So it made sense for him to stop holding back the moment the makeshift stake made its way towards her heart, he’d survive it, she wouldn’t. She was family even if she wasn’t entirely aware of how much.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t lose her.

The hearts of the two that had been fighting him, quickly found their way out of their chests and on the floor before he moved.

He gets to see her look of shock and horror as she realised he managed to take her place before the stake punctured his chest, ribs cracking, flesh tearing on the wood.

Metal was always clearer,  

Elijah wished he could say he was a stranger to this feeling as the sharp pain erupted stealing his breath; no matter how much he was expecting or that he didn’t need to breathe, he wasn’t, sadly it was a familiar feeling. He choked on a wet gasp despite himself as the wooden former chair leg shifted as he stumbled back and the man let go of it, he was however more annoyed at the ruin of his shirt than anything else.

Darkness swallowed him and he had faith that Nadia would hold her own against their four opponents long enough until his body remembered this wouldn’t kill him and he woke up to pull out the stake himself.

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First time it had been his father’s blade on the night he lost his humanity, then in the years after Hale’s death and the realisation Hale’s younger son, his grandson looked old enough to be his father he had tried himself following rumours of wooden stake killing his kind.

Then years after that soon after his reunion with his siblings it was the brotherhood of Five and their accursed daggers. 

Recently, as the last centuries had come to be to him, those things had come to be a comfort, the sharp slide of the ash coated dagger into his heart spare him to ache of losing his last ties to Hale, of failing Katarina.

The black nothing of the daggered death meant he wasn’t living with the knowledge of the village he had visited decade after decade, to watch grow since a small collection of his grandchildren followed him back to the old world, had been massacred by his little brother.

It was a reminder of how he had cost Tatia’s her life because of his lack of control and cost those that had looked up to him with his own blindness towards his brother.

Being daggered in the coffin meant he didn’t have to face his unending love for his brother, while still remember bring there for Lana’s first steps, she had been 60 when Klaus descended in anger, or wondering if Kaila and Juste had had their first child before they were killed, or if Mayflower had gotten permission to marry her boy, or how Heath had had progressed with his blade work or the fact he would never get to see Eli, the child named for him, show him how good he had gotten with the bow Elijah had given him on his last visit.

Every time his brother had undaggered him expecting, demanding forgiveness Elijah remembered another face, another person, another life Klaus had cut down without care. He had stopped fighting back after the fifth time he had been released, simply refusing to look at Klaus harmed him far more than any thoughtless lashing out, he was daggered just as quickly after that when Klaus couldn’t stand being ignored more than any anger.

In the end the only reason Elijah had swallowed his rage and grief at his lost grandchildren, was his other siblings pleading and the reminder that Katarina was still alive and free, running from them as she was.

Katarina who was sent to him, by her family to protect, to guide, to give a better life and he had unknowingly left her to be used as a sacrifice by his brother.

Katarina who believed he had known, believed he had sold her out to be killed, who was running from him as much as Klaus. 

So he had accepted Klaus’s apology and let them return to an almost normal state, using his freedom from the coffin and time awake to look for Katarina, learned who she had gained her blood from, where she had run, and warned Klaus not to bring anymore harm to her.

It was however from Kol that he learnt she had changed her name, going most commonly by Katherine, Klaus took his relive of news of her as a example and started bringing the small pieces of information to him like a cat brought dead birds, if could almost be seen as small hints of apology if Klaus had accepted killing Elijah’s grandchildren was wrong at all.

That was one problem he found that spending so much time mostly daggered, the connections he had collected had scattered, faded or died. A reminder of the cruellest lesson this life had taught him, one could never win against time.

Still he had waited watching out for any sign of her from afar as he rebuilt his network and tried to manage and help his family, he would have stayed doing that if Father hadn’t found them, hadn’t pushed them to flee again.

He couldn’t return to the new world, not when all signs pointed to Katherine was still in Europe, not when the last time he had been on the continent where his siblings were born, it had been to a village he had watched grow, one wiped out  from illness and fighting in the century following his absence.

But he couldn’t tell Klaus that or he’d end up spending the passage in a coffin, proof of the came when Kol refused to leave. 

So he had helped dagger Kol to get Klaus to lower his guard and ensured he himself was off the ship before it left. Klaus would undagger Kol soon enough without him, if he didn’t Rebekah would and Elijah would collect various magical tomes and objects to make up for his cold usage of his youngest brother, but Kol was the only one that had understood and hadn’t judged why he had spent a century away from them in the first place, they had come to a understanding of sort.

Finn had been Finn, Klaus was betrayed and Rebekah was jealous no matter how she had tried to hide it.

Kol would have taken anything, done anything, to hold on to a spark of his magic, he hadn't blamed Elijah for trying to cling to his humanity with Hale.

He had left Rebekah and Kol a letter each, that was forty years ago he likely would have given up his lone search for Katherine if he hadn’t come across Nadia a few years ago.

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It happened suddenly, they were passing through a town that the latest rumours of her mother had pointed to, she had learned where Katherine had been staying and followed the lead in hopes to find out where she had gone after the town. 

Instead they had fallen into a trap, she had led Elijah into a trap where they were outnumbered.

She was confident in her own abilities and the fact she had never seen Elijah struggle with anything; in a fight, hunger, bloodlust had been on the small list she had collected screaming that he was more than he let her think but at first she had only planned on using him to find her mother later it had grown into a true fondness.

But two against six, stronger, likely older than them wasn’t a great chance, which was proven when she stumbled back and found herself stuck unable to escape and too slow to block as her death came at her. 

Then everything changed.

One moment the wooden stake was heading for her heart with no way she could move out of the way the next she was falling over the table that had blocked her coming up up to turn and watch with horror as the stake impaled her travelling companion of three years in the heart

Elijah Hale, the man she had first thought was just some poor pretty nobleman her mother had ensnared and turned on a whim, as she had learned from her travels, was somewhat of a habit she had.

He was charming and kind, she could see why her mother had gotten attached enough to turn him, even if kindness was something she wasn’t used to from their kind, she could ignore the way he sometimes stared at her with awe and assumed it was from relief at no longer looking for Katherine alone.

While habit of dress and his ability to talk rings around nobles and gain what he wanted with barely the use of compulsion agreed with her idea of him being a noble, his ease travelling with nothing and a few stories she had gotten out of him spoke of rougher roots 

He spoke of Katerine as Katarina, sometimes a name she hadn’t used since she was alive and Nadia adapted her idea of him as someone who was turned around at the same time, that perhaps he was someone her mother hadn’t just used but had loved. 

She had allowed herself to get far more attached herself at that thought, that they could find her mother and actually stay together as a sort of family, even if she wasn’t sure what Elijah was exactly, as she had started to notice through the stories of her mother she had managed to gain from him, that they weren’t lovers that Elijah spoke of her as a younger relative more than anything else. 

She hadn’t realised how much the idea of that mattered to her until it died, as Elijah stumbled back and slumped against the wall looking down at the wood impaling his heart with more annoyance than anything else as his skin turned grey and ashened in death.

She swallowed back any grief and threw herself back into the fight realising that before Elijah had somehow moved quicker than she thought possible and taken her place he had killed two of those fighting him, leaving her against four.

She lost track of time as the fight passed in a blur she managed to stake one of the remaining men and she was caught before she could do anything more, she was struggling against the hold when a voice called out.

“I wouldn’t if i was you.” A familiar impossible voice froze them all and she turned slowly to see Elijah standing the wooden stake that should have killed him in one hand. Watching them with a mild smile but she doubted the surviving three were looking at his face, she herself could barely pull her eyes from the healing hole in his chest.

The fatal wound closed as if nothing had happened.

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I'll end it there as the impalement is over.

Part two may follow.

[laufire]

family bonding: body snatching & murder level.

[rotten-heart]

Katherine, about Elena: She makes me feel.

Nadia: Feel what?

Katherine: Feelings.

Nadia: Does she make you feel feelings?

Katherine: Yes.

Nadia: It’s terrible. What a bitch.

[malka-lisitsa]

Nadia Stomping up to The Salvatore brothers: Right. Which one of you was in charge of watching her today? She was in a fist fight over an ice cream sandwich. Katherine: I was about to win Nadia: It was a child. Katherine: OK?? AND??? It was the last ice cream sandwich.

Nadia: Unbelievable

[winnie-the-monster]

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nadia Petrova & Katherine Pierce Characters: Katherine Pierce, Nadia Petrova Additional Tags: Episode: s05e12 The Devil Inside (Vampire Diaries), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Powerful char leaves everything behind to start from nothing on homestead or in small town, Katherine took over Elena's body permanently Summary:

There’s a difference, Katherine finds, between running and chasing: it’s easier to unlearn one than the other.

[isagrimorie]

1 + 7 for the WIP ask game?

From this writer’s WIP ask game

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

Those Who Favor Fire (Nanoha, Fate-centric story. Spy thriller.)

The Arrows Fall Backwards (Nanoha, Fate-centric. There but for the grace of god AU.)

My Nanoha WIP titles are fire IMO. Too bad they’re still incomplete.

New Girl in New Orleans (TVD/The Originals crossover. Katherine Pierce-centric.)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

Excerpt from New Girl in New Orleans (Working Title): Season 5, TVD, season 3, the Originals.

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Life had a funny way of punching Katherine in the gut: like finding out about another person with her face. Or, after 500 years of enjoying life as a Vampire, the teen High school version of herself forced the Cure down her throat and turned Katherine Pierce, Survivor Extraordinaire Human again.

And then, the ultimate gut punch, life threw another inexplicable curve ball at her.

In a dark back alley ("My name is Nadia Petrova… and you are my mother.") Katherine found her daughter again.

It's an understatement to say Katherine had mixed feelings about finally meeting her daughter. Katherine lived a solitary life for five centuries and she's learned to keep her family in a box, in a corner of her mind. Nadia was like a ghost hovering over her with her big doe eyes, expecting things from her.

Some morbid fantasy about being mother and daughter.

Katerina Petrova harbored a similar same fantasy, Katherine Pierce did not. Katherine lived with cold facts and numbers, probabilities. All to serve a single purpose— keeping herself alive.

She also can't live up to whatever fantasy Nadia had of her, and she said as much.

There was no future relationship between them. Especially now that Katherine realized she was dying. Dying, of old age, of all the stupid, random things. The Great Katherine Pierce felled by Old Age. It was embarrassing.

(And terrifying. If there was one other thing Katherine feared more than Klaus, it was death.)

Nadia cut Katherine off, angry and full of feeling as she pulled up her sleeve. "You don't have to worry about me any longer."

And there it was, the ugly bite on her arm. A werewolf bite. More accurately a hybrid bite, a death sentence for a vampire.

It was like white noise in her head. She can't really tell but maybe because was Human now, again, maybe because it was realizing that she was going to watch her daughter, her only daughter die. It felt like every emotion rushed towards her, falling on her and she had no tools to push past it.

Everything fell away for Katherine. Everything crystallized for Katherine and she had a sharp steady sick feeling rising inside her. It was her fault Nadia got bit. It was Katherine's schemes and blind stupid affection for Stefan Salvatore. Suddenly rule number 1 didn't matter as much and before Katherine can stop to think she grabbed Nadia's arm, "We're going."

"Where are we going?" Nadia allowed herself be pulled along until annoying, pesky Caroline stepped in front of her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Katherine stared at Caroline. “New Orleans.”

Caroline looked surprised, “You’re going to Klaus?”

“She’s my daughter.”

Something flashed across Caroline’s face and then she stepped aside.

“You’re letting me go?” Katherine was surprised and suspicious.

Caroline looked past Katherine then back at her, “Yeah.”

Katherine didn’t need to be told twice and pulled Nadia until they got into her car.

“Also,"Caroline began. Katherine stopped, cautious. "No offense, but I Mystic Falls would be a lot better without you here.”

It hurt a little to hear that and it annoyed Katherine that it hurt to hear. She looked around this small town that just a few days ago she was determined to make her home. Nadia was looking at her intently, probably remembering their earlier discussion. How she had begged Katherine to leave with her, return to Bulgaria with her.

Katherine schooled her face and said, “The charm’s worn off anyway.”

Katherine started the car and drove away, past main street, and just before they passed the Mystic Falls sign. Nadya let out a rueful chuckle, "To think all it took for you to leave this town with me is dying."

[lovelyfreyamikaelson]

Happy Mothers Day to all our Tvdu moms and irl moms alike!

[so-sick-of-17]

It is amazing to me that Rebekah Mikaelson and Nadia Petrova canonically had sex and the fandom completely overlooks that. The hold the Petrova women have on the Mikaelson family.

[staliaqueen]

Every time I rewatch Season 5 it strikes me how weird it is how much effort they put into making Katherine as sympathetic as she can possibly be, only to pull the rug out and send her to hell in the end. What was the point? I get that they wanted to use the Freaky Friday storyline to show that Stefan was over Elena enough to turn her down when getting the chance, but couldn’t him encouraging Damon to fight to get her back be enough? It’s just a weird writing decision, that’s all. Cause if this happened to early seasons Katherine I might’ve found some satisfaction in watching her go to hell, but as it is I just feel SO SORRY for her. Couldn’t they just have let her leave Mystic Falls and find some happiness in a human life with Nadia? Or at least let her go out with some dignity and find peace?

[multi-royalty-arc]

~~Wasn’t expecting that~~

@holmestheheart

“So your mother is Katherine Pierce huh?”

“Funny story about that”…

[laufire]

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I love them for this, tbh.