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hamburgerhelpersotherhand · 3 years

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Heya you are still taking requests right? Can I ask for a yandere humanityless!Elijah Mikaelson? Like he met the s/o randomly and just kidnapped her to be a blood bank? Add anything u want- thanks!

Yep, I’m still taking requests! I’ve just been afk for a while.

So after doing a teeny bit of research on TVD and TO *lore*, Original vampires can’t actually turn off their humanity (atleast not anymore, it’s an age thing ig). But for the sake of this request, let’s ignore that.

You can just skip this part but I always found the humanity switch plot device to be incredibly irritating within the show. It always stopped the story in a fashion that never really paid off or felt satisfying to watch. In the end, Buffy did it better (once)... but I’d be more satisfied with a real antagonist that doesn’t just get redeemed and coddled after the fact.

Warnings: 🧛‍♂️ a little bit of Matt too

Walking home alone late in the night had never worried you before. Even so, that hadn’t entirely removed the possibility of something horrible happening, you just never entertained the idea.

A small town like Mystic Falls doesn’t seem like the place for such a worry anyway. Despite the animal attacks, You roamed as if nothing was wrong— as did many others. When something is as common place as this, nobody bats an eye... besides, they don’t come out here anyway, you had reassured.

Mystic Grill’s bar had closed for the night and, as any good boyfriend does, Matt had offered to bring you home. Unfortunately, you didn’t want to stay any longer and he was still required to mop the floors.

“I don’t mind the walk.” You reassured. He believed you, but somehow didn’t seem entirely convinced to let you go. By this time, you normally found yourself alone at the bar— well, besides the employees- but tonight you weren’t the only one being pushed out the door. Perhaps that was why he didn’t stop you.

A gentleman in a fitted suit had been nursing a drink since you had entered the building earlier that evening. You didn’t know him, but you might have seen him elsewhere before. Nevertheless, you still easily stepped foot outside without a hesitance. Behind you loosely followed the gentleman. As you observed him, he began to make his way in the opposing direction.

When you flip your phone open for the time, it easily reads 2 am.

The roads are still, the pavement damp from short bursts of rain throughout the day and you only have the street lamps and your own sense of direction to guide you.

The walk home had never bothered you, but tonight you felt a little more tired than usual. You hadn’t had too much to drink— Matt had made sure. The bar was just the perfect place to meet up with friends. You don’t normally see them anymore— now that most have gone off to College and left you behind.

When something brushes against your shoulder, you don’t hesitate to spin around with a swing of your arm. But there’s nothing waiting there. Surely, you justified, it could’ve been the wind.

“You look so lonely.” You faintly hear, though as you turn around you’re met with only the darkness of the night and the lights above your head.

“What?” You mumble, almost surprised by your own voice cutting through the nearly dead silence.

“Would you like me to keep you company?” You heard again, though this time you continued forward. Your mind surely likes playing tricks on you... a disembodied voice might be the result of the alcohol, but surely you hadn’t had that much to drink.

In nearly a blink of an eye, you’re yanked back by your hair, making you hiss and ripping you from your dazed walk— quite literally. You’re pulled back into a hard chest before you can process what had just happened.

“Pity, you didn’t even scream.” That similar disembodied voice speaks softly against you as panic sets in.

The man secures his fist in your hair before uncomfortably twisting your head to face him. As you have no other choice but to look him in the eye, you recognize him with a silent wide-eyed stare. The gentleman from the bar.

“W-wh-aat the fuck..?” You manage out before grabbing at his hand at the back of your head and elbowing him in the chest as hard as you could. “Let go!”

“Quite the tongue on you.” He tilts your head further back, making you hiss once more. “Should I rip it out?”

“No-“

“No! Of course not.” He cuts you off and pulls you in closer, inspecting your face. “There’s something so lovely about the way you speak. I wouldn’t dare cut off something so vital to your prononciation.” He taunts with a smile.

“Fu-“ Before you can even get a word out, he shakes your head by the tight grip on your hair. You squeeze your eyes shut and stiffen at the movement. It hurts.

“Can you say: Elijah?” The man pronounces with a smile, looking down at you as his free hand smoothly crosses your throat.

You gulp audibly and keep your eyes shut.

“Wake up, now. There’s no time for this.” He lightly slaps you on the cheek. “Say ‘Elijah’ for me, would you?”

It’s creepy. You’re creeped out. What the hell is wrong with him? Or you, for that matter. Maybe you should’ve gone to College.

“Elijah.” You stiffly say, wanting nothing more than for this to be over. What you wouldn’t give for Matt to be finished with that stupid mop.

“You’d be a terrible actress.” He mutters under his breath before speaking up. “Try again.” He shakes your head once more and your eyes shoot open.

With a pained groan, you gulp down your rising fear and repeat yourself. This time around, his demeanour seems to lighten up as he observes your parting lips.

“You remind me of somebody.” He sweetly speaks as his fingers squeeze your face. “Your voices are so similar, and I can’t help but feel the need to hear more.”

#TVD #the vampire diaries #elijah mikealson x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #vampire x reader #ask #request

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wigglebox · 3 years

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saw an annoying take on twitter so instead of doing my school assignment i’m going to vent

i’m very happy they waited until the very end to tell us, unequivocally, that destiel was basically real. Notice how I said unequivocally but then ‘basically’, which would contradict each other — but I say “basically” because Dean never got to speak on it. But at least one half did.

For those of you who followed me for a while, you know I was always Destiel positive, but I also never wanted a declaration of feelings until the end. I had guessed a few times, or hoped, or prayed, that if it were to happen then it would be at the end.

the twitter take i saw was a screenshot of a former TVD writer saying it was a cowardly moment to put it at the end of the show.

This is why I get annoyed when people who don’t watch SPN or had written for it actually try to give their opinions.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion of course but this one has the same air as all the other non-spn watching or engaging-with people who tried to have hot takes on 15x18, 19, and 20.

This person obviously hasn’t seen the few instances in the last year where Misha pretty much said that this was a hard hard thing they fought for and even just 5 years ago probably couldn’t have happened.

This person was a writer for TVD and a former showrunner for Roswell NM on the CW — I’m saddened by the fact that they are seemingly not taking into account the reasons as to why 1) this happened at the end and 2) why it couldn’t be followed up. TVD started three years after SPN did, so this person should understand how homophobic TV can still be. This was all on the CW.

but anyway —

The reason why I was happy they waited until the very end was because this show was full of enough drama, enough hardships, enough everything without the need to throw this relationship into the mix.

By this, I mean they, Dean and Cas, really had to figure themselves out before any real exchanging of feelings could happen. Cas’s whole confession was also him telling Dean he changed because of Dean etc etc learned to love because of him etc etc. They needed character growth. Dean had some in season 15 too, but they prevented him from making that final jump — because again — homophobia.

I’m not one to believe in a lot of CW conspiracies anymore, I did at first because I had nothing else to believe in but now I really only believe in this one: They did not want Dean Winchester to vocally state his queerness.

The writers and those involved with the show got by with what they could — there’s a difference between queerbaiting and queercoding. The show queercoded and tried to push through that final barrier but in the end, only one got through — and it was their third lead, “non human” character. And if that was a struggle getting it done, then you can imagine the struggle when it comes from your white male lead you’ve had since 2005 who has fans from right-leaning other white males to queer women and enbys.

But the reason why I wanted them to wait until the end, barring any CW interference, was because, again, they had to figure out who they are. Dean had to start to get a handle on his anger issues [though he was still scared by the end] and Cas had to go through and figure out who he was as a being.

This show is dramatic, emotional, and stressful for its characters. No romantic relationship lasted very long. I usually hate it when pairings get together so early in the show because then all that i’m going to be subjected to is relationship angst. For the most part. Boy Meets World? The epic highs and lows of the Cory and Topanga relationship but it was set in a sitcom world so even the dramatic bits like Cory cheating on Topanga I knew would get worked out. But Shawn and Angela never did and I’m still sad about that lol.

But The West Wing? Josh and Donna finally got together halfway through the final season though it was a ramp up since season 1. Because that show is stressful and dramatic, I was grateful that by the time they got together, Josh was on this new journey being involved with the Santos campaign, and Donna seemingly found herself as well with the help of Josh [and Josh helped find himself as well and admit he missed Donna etc etc]

On SPN — the bad guys already used Dean and Cas in a sense against each other. Him or us. Your boyfriend first. Attatched at the... everything. Villains would use Cas’s closeness with the Winchesters against him and them. I didn’t want that to be even worse with a romantic relationship. We’d spend every season with a problem happening and to me, it would have clouded their relationship for me and I feared I would have ended the show thinking maybe they shouldn’t be together.

But by waiting until the very end, if the show ended correctly, it would have launched us into a sandbox world where we the fans could dream up of endless scenarios and events for them, good and bad, and we could control them. It would leave us off with the show ending, but this overwhelming sense of happiness that their relationship was finally realized on equal ground with them and we last see the characters excited and interested in figuring everything out.

So when this writer says that waiting until the end of the series was ‘cowardly’, i get it, i totally do, I get where they’re coming from — however to me, I don’t need 12 seasons of this relationship to be QUEEEERRRR REEPPPPPPPPP because I would rather see them develop around each other, see their feelings grow for each other, and then end on a happy note — rather than have them rush getting together, and then have their relationship be put through the meat grinder.

But Jen! (you may ask) They DIDN’T end happy together! (if you don’t believe they’re all in heaven like me).

Yes well — that’s where we get to the Dean problem. Cas’s moment was just fine — however they needed a few more episodes to button it up and have Cas get rescued and then Dean also be able to complete this emotional character arc with Cas. But he didn’t get to do that, and again, I’m going to blame the CW on that. I’m not blaming Dabb, I’m not blaming Bobo, I’m not blaming anyone but the CW and maybe a little bit of Singer.

It’s why I am trying to manifest hard, every day, a continuation effort by jackles or someone for 6-8 additional episodes to sew it all up.

So yeah anyway thanks for reading this rant — I haven’t done this in a while. I just don’t like it when people who don’t watch the show, didn’t really see the full 15x18 episode, etc etc, try to act all knowledgeable about it and then try to give a take like this.

#salt #1518 #spn #destiel #long post

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floripire · 2 years

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i saw this tweet & now i’m once again mourning the lost potential tvd’s third spin off could have had.

i know logically caroline would’ve never, ever allowed this because she’s a good person and a good headmistress (in my head) but just imagine with me for a second here:

imagine you’re a new student at salvatore’s. a newly triggered werewolf like raf, maybe. or maybe you just discovered that you’re from an ancient lineage going back all the way to iran that grants you fire magic, the ability to heal with your tears, and the ability to resurrect. it’s always been in your blood. it’s what your mother gave you. or maybe you’re a newly turned vampire.

huntress meredith sulez welcomes you and assures you that salvatore is the safest place for a young supernatural creature like you. she fills you in on headmistress forbes-salvatore and a bit of the history.

imagine that when you step foot in the school, the first thing you notice is that there is always some underlying tension between the three factions. that people are more concerned with upholding centuries old tradition than anything else because they don’t want to get ostracized from their respective communities.

imagine that you sit in on all the classes, from histories of the species, to physical education to magic lessons. that is where you meet hope mikaelson, the famed tribrid, and the siphoner twins: josie and lizzie saltzman. you think that there might be something going on between hope and josie. there’s certainly history there.

the curriculum for the witches is something that bonnie bennett has personally created. the witches respect her.

the witches don’t respect the teacher of this class, however.

ms featherwood explicitly tells the witches not to dabble in forbidden magic but when you exit that class, you find that drusilla knockwood does it anyway. you find that wade rivers only pretends to be a bumbling fool but that he’s actually so much smarter, sharper, than anyone gives him credit for.

you find that, sometimes, werewolves and vampires do get along. because one day you walk past an empty classroom, and the door’s ajar. from where you’re standing, you see jed sitting on a chair, with floribeth on his lap; his head is tilted backwards, giving her access to him. at first you think she’s taking her sweet time sucking a hickey into the column of his throat, but then you realize she’s drinking from him and that he’s enjoying it - which is a huge gamble; you heard from alyssa that she’s not very good at controlling herself or the bloodlust - but they seem to make it work. you hurry down the hallway when you hear the heartfelt declarations of love and trust turn into groans of pleasure.

it’s not the first time you’ve seen vampires feed on their fellow students.

from there you go outside, hoping to catch some air and to cool yourself off. you run into penelope at the old mill, who is scheming. you don’t know how you got out of there before she spotted you, but you did. not knowing what else to do, you slip back inside. you catch sebastian’s eye from across the huge, expansive dining room, and you turn away, because you have no desire to get tangled up with him.

jade, wendy and diego seem to be okay. kind of strange. kind of feral. but okay. which is great because everything everyone does seems to be like a calculated chess move. and you’ve always been terrible at chess. checkers, too.

fortunately, finch tarrayo - also a werewolf - is just as new as you are and is just as confused. you find her texting maya machado-fell, a human.

and if that’s not enough: amidst the tension between the factions, mg and lizzie come together, but there is something missing. someone. and then they up the ante by bringing in the very human ethan machado-fell into the fold because they both fell in love with him, turning most of the factions against them.

welcome to the salvatore school. and good luck. you’re gonna need it.

#long post /#[look idk what this is but i'm So Mad we didn't get what that tweet described]#[that would have been so fucking cool]#[don't get me wrong i've really enjoyed watching the show as it is now]#[but i think that what the tweet describes would have been more grounded maybe?]#[and i think it would have fit in more with the previous established stuff on both shows]#[anyway dark academia legacies my beloved]#[also yes i dropped jedibeth in there you all know i'm obsessed with tiny vampire gf and tol werewolf bf pls]#[also meredith and caroline are dating in this verse thank you and goodbye]#[idk what happened to jo and liz' dad]#[i also kinda omitted pedro bc i didn't know where to put him]#[also i almost went for lizdon because i love the beauty and the nerd trope xP]#queue.

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sometimesrosy · 3 years

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Hey. It's been a long time since I had a question. Maybe the 100's demise was the reason.

Now coming to my actual query. This past year I have binged numerous shows ranging from American to korean dramas or Turkish dizis. There is certain thing that I have felt and noticed throughout i.e., the woman characters aren't given even a slight leeway by the audience. If the even make a slight mistake, the audience remembers it always to stand against that character. Whereas if there is a male villain, people gets cheerful seeing even a slight bit of humanity in him. They even wait for its redemption.

Let me take an example of a Turkish show "kara sevda(black love)". A one line synopsis can be put like- two leads who love each other endlessly but can never be together. So, the villain in that show is beyond redemption. That character has fallen so far off that there is no coming back. But still when he is playing with a baby, people's comments are like 'best moment of the show.' 'see he is such a good person'. 'the female lead should accept his love'. Am like what?

And if I tell you about the female lead. She is a good person at heart who is sacrificing love for family. And she is labelled "selfish" by audience. 'She doesn't deserve the male lead' etc. And you know I too felt like that for the majority of the show until I reached the point of self reflect.

Even Clarke from the 100 faced so much hate that there wasn't any visible backlash when in the end the makers made her a villain. The backlash was for Bellamy death and stupid end instead.

Looking through tv series, it's so easy to see why tv or films doesn't have female anti heroes. Male anti heroes are so easy to find and also widely successful like Damon from tvd or Klaus.

What is your take?

Yup!

Yes.

Definitely.

You are absolutely correct. The leeway for female characters to show human imperfection is very, very thin. Meanwhile, a guy can literally blow up a planet, kill his beloved father, have temper tantrums with kicking and screaming and torture the female main characters and fandom-- and the creators-- think that makes him a hero. And the requirements for his redemption, if there are any at all amounts to:

WOOPSIE! I'M SOWWY.

I simply do NOT understand that phenomenon.

I mean, I get the need to relate to darker characters, morally gray characters, to explore our own negative impulses...but the whole tendency is, for me anyway, given a more sinister light when you compare how the audience tends to treat these outright villainous male characters compared to even SLIGHTLY morally gray female characters. Maybe just flawed.

It also interferes with satisfying redemption arcs. Because YES watching someone face their dark past and attempt to become better and be redeemed is a great story... but if male characters only have to wear a cape and be hot to be redeemed.... then that's not a satisfying redemption arc. And if women can't do ANYTHING to be redeemed because they are considered irredeemably selfish or whatever for the same flaws someone's Hot Dark Badboy smirks about and isn't even sorry for? Then we barely even get redemption stories for women.

And that's part of the problem, isn't it? Women aren't allowed the same representation as men... even as flawed characters.

The point of good representation is not to represent only the best, most perfect, most desirable, most successful type of people. The point is to allow everyone of any sex, race, gender, sexuality, religion, class, ability, etc to take part in the full spectrum of humanity in our stories, good and bad and mediocre. A female Mary Sue is just the female version your general male hero. One is considered bad storytelling the other is taken as The Way It Should Be.

Women are not allowed to have flaws in most of our pop culture, or women are ghettoized into only women's fic or romance or YA, or women take backseat to male villains, or whatever.

I'm writing a book where the woman abandoned her child, and she sleeps around and cons people and avoids commitment. I purposely wrote her to be unlikable.... or rather, she's not unlikable, she's clever and funny and weird, but she has characteristics that women aren't supposed to have. She essentially acts like a male anti-hero, until her call to action and she is forced to face her past mistakes. But I know that these are things that audiences say are irredeemable for women. Abandon her own child?? No. Not allowed. Even though plenty of male characters go off on adventures leaving wife and child behind and it isn't even considered a character flaw, just... a male adventurer. Or honestly, just a guy. Sure one who's imperfect, but that old ball and chain was probably the worst, right? He had to move on and now he has a tragic backstory and complexity and oh the audience will probably either want to be him or want to be with him, because, that's how these things work.

Not saying that characters shouldn't be dark, do bad things, have flaws, be anti-heroes, have redemption arcs, or have a deep, multilayered villainy.

But I am saying we might want to be a little more critical about what we consider irredeemable for certain people and what war crimes and abuse we let some characters get away with in the name of bold (white) masculinity.

IS the nature of being a (white) man we look up to someone who destroys other people?

I think that toxic masculinity IS seen as sexy. Unfortunately, that's one of the reasons it's seeped into our culture. Manly (white) men who abandon kids and kill without remorse, but with muscles. Manly (white) men who murder whole regions because bad things happened to them, and smolder while doing it. Manly (white) men who commit genocide regularly, but fall for the heroine and save her once. Manly (white) men who are serial killers but with an intriguing depth.

tbh there's lots more to say on the topic, some of it very controversial. These are the stories we like to hear and the characters we love. And it might be rooted in the toxic masculinity that our society has been selling to us as propaganda for decades, if not centuries-- but we don't like to be told to examine our biases, our tastes, our preferences, or our beliefs. It's threatening to our sense of self.

However, that is how you unravel all sorts of toxic belief systems, from misogyny to racism to homophobia to bigotry of all kinds. I added the (white) to this post after I read through it, because I realized non white male characters are not allowed this leeway, either. So this phenomenon is generally (not always) limited to white men. Why?????

my theory? we're still making the colonialists the heroes of the story, friends.

#misogyny #toxic masculinity #media #anti heroes and villains #colonialism #pop culture #fandom #redemption arcs

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Come Over | Elijah Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies! This is my first post on this profile! If you're curious feel free to pop over to my other handle: @sweetpeasgirl where i write for riverdale! However this blog is for all fandoms! It's all very exciting and I am happy to take on a new project. Anyway this is my first time writing for Elijah/TVD/TO so I hope its good! Also my first smut oh no oh god. Lemme know what you think!

Description: Based on the song "Come Over" by Sam Hunt. Y/n finds out Elijah Mikaelson is a vampire in the worst way possible. She freaks out and runs. Elijah follows after. It comes to a crossroads at her apartment.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! NSFW, Smut (oral female receiving), 18+ (I feel obligated to say it ;) )

Word count: 3413

Tags: fluff, some angst, SMUT

(Photos not mine but mood board is :) )

I turn the TV off, to turn it on again

Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around

The clock on your nightstand reads 11:34. The remote control is heavy in your hand. Nothing on the TV is interesting to you even slightly right now. Your room is sweltering and dark. Your bed is a mess, the comforter crinkled and shoved to the foot. Messy beds are always more uncomfortable. Any day but today you would care.

You glance down at your phone, not surprised in the slightest to see another missed call. That makes 22. Almost a new record. Two more and he’ll start a new one. That’s just his type. Persistent. It’s why you fell in love with him. He didn’t give up. You sigh and block the call, placing the phone face down on the nightstand. Your whole body feels hot.

Clicking again on the remote, you come across a reality show. It's trashy, the accents are harsh, it screams “daddy’s money”. It’s perfect. Maybe it’ll be enough to take your mind off of the events of this evening. Off of him. The girl on the show runs into the arms of a handsome man. You turn the TV off almost as fast as you had turned it on.

You had been picturing tonight in your head for a week. The Mikaelson Ball. Dining and dancing and elegance. Nothing your usual life regularly allowed. It was supposed to be special. The invitation alone was magnificent enough to make you swoon. The dress had almost made you faint. The necklace did. It was all perfect. He was perfect. And then it wasn’t.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand. You forgot to turn it off. Or maybe you left it on purpose. Your head feels fuzzy, though, and you don’t want to think about it. You wish his face would get out of your mind. Your eyes drift to the fan above you and you try to count the blades as they go around and around. You lose track easily, and you don’t care. It doesn’t do anything to soothe your molten skin.

Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake

Talking to myself, anything to make a sound

You pick the phone up once more, ready to scream at it. Every part of you feels like it's on fire and seeing his name on the screen pushes you over the edge. You don’t know what you did to get tangled in all of this but you’re ready to claw your throat out. Instead, you throw the phone as hard as you can against the pile of comforters. It stops buzzing but your skin is still sticky. You feel sick to your stomach.

“Why did you pick me, why couldn’t it have been someone else,” your tone is harsh but it’s not like he can hear you, “it hurts Eli. Make it stop. Please!”

Your voice is barely a whisper and it turns to cries quickly as the anger dies out. All you can see, swirling around the depths of your mind, are his fangs. The way his brown eyes died to a blackness. The stark veins against his sculpted cheeks. He had looked every bit as beautiful as ever. Still elegant, still handsome. Still Elijah. But dark. Dangerous. That’s what scared you. Elijah was still Elijah when he was ripping a heart from a chest.

It felt like a blur when you saw it. One minute he had his hand on the small of your back. You had been taking a stroll in the garden. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Beautiful hedge walls and roses of all different colours and a magnolia tree like you had only ever imagined. The moon wasn’t quite full over your heads. He was finally about to kiss you, something you had been silently pleading for for months now. Before his lips could touch yours, though, there was a hand around your throat. It had squeezed to the point of you almost passing out before Elijah had time to rip you away from your attacker. You didn’t see him move, you just saw his hand break through the mans sternum and rip his beating heart out of his chest. As soon as you saw his face, his eyes, you bolted.

“I’m scared, Eli. I miss you. I’m scared that I miss you and a thousand other things. I need you.”

You look at the dress hanging on the back of your door. At one point it was a delicate, pale pink number. It had off the shoulder straps that, really, had no point but were beautiful. There was satin cream ribbon to lace up the back and the sweetest of sweetheart necklines. Now it was splattered in blood, the satin ribbons stained. One of the sleeves had ripped when you ran. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever owned and it was ruined in less than an hour. Fairytales were supposed to end at midnight, not nine o'clock.

“I wish you would come over.” You mean it.

You just want him to explain. To show up and sweep you off your feet and tell you that he won’t hurt you. You shouldn't even need the reassurance. You know him. That's your Elijah. Somewhere deep down you know that. But it's not making you any less afraid right now. He had been protecting you, but no one has ever ripped out a heart for you before. You’re allowed to be afraid of new things. You’re allowed to be afraid of things that are frightening. That’s what being human is. You still feel like a traitor, though, when you feel afraid of Elijah.

Your voice is silent in the darkness, “I wish you could hear me. Come over, Elijah.”

Your phone beeped. You pick it up in time to read the screen. Call ended.

I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care

But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere

Call ended. Call ended 12:43. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Elijah had been on the phone with you for almost thirteen minutes. Crap.

You think about how far away the Mikaelson mansion is from your apartment. Twenty minutes tops, and that’s your driving. Elijah’s driving? Ten, if you’re lucky. You could try to reason with yourself. Maybe he hadn't heard you. Maybe he doesn't want to see you. Maybe he hung up because he got tired of hearing you whine. You can’t help the dry laugh that falls from your lips. It’s Elijah. You probably only have five minutes now.

You jump to your feet and begin making your bed, your pulse thumping loud once more in your ears. He’s been in your apartment before, but that was when he was just Elijah. Not the Elijah with fangs and black eyes. Now he’s different. Mysterious. Who knows what he’s seen. What he’s done. You never thought your apparent was shabby by any means but would he? You know your life can’t compare to the wonders he’s most definitely seen.

You move to the kitchen, which is, by default, the living room as well, and begin picking up mugs and newspapers and anything else out of order that you can see. You sneak a quick glance out your kitchen window, into the parking lot below, just in time to see a sleek black car speed into one of the only available spots left. You can hear the engine purr from your fourth floor apartment. You know exactly whose car that is and thus aren't surprised when Elijah Mikaelson steps out from the drivers side and slams the door shut, not even bothering to lock the door. You gasp at the bang the metal makes and his head whips up, his eyes locking with yours from the ground.

You close your eyes for just a second. There's no way he could have heard that. When you look back to the ground, he’s gone. Before you can sigh there's a knock at the door.

I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over

You move to the door but you don’t open it. You place your palm on the wood trim and try to picture the man on the other side. He’ll look like Elijah. He’ll smell like Elijah and probably talk like Elijah, too. But is he still the same Elijah?

“Y/n, I know you’re there, open the door. Please?” His voice sounds the same, his accent penetrating the barrier between you and tickling your ears.

“Elijah,” your voice is but a whisper and you know you should be the only one who can hear it, “I’m scared.”

“I know, love, that’s ok. I won’t hurt you, though, and I need you to open the door. I just- I need to see you,” his voice cracks, just barely but it’s there.

That’s all it takes for you to slide the lock and open the door. In front of you, for the second time tonight, is a man you don’t recognize. He doesn’t have fangs and his eyes are his usual deep brown but they look shattered. His hair, usually styled to perfection, is a mess, like he had been running his hands through it for the past few hours. His suit jacket is gone, leaving him in slacks and the dress shirt he had been wearing at the ball, only now it’s untucked and the sleeves are rolled haphazardly up his arms. Elijah Mikaleson looks disheveled and you’re terrified again because this Elijah, hurt and upset, looks further from himself than the Elijah from the garden.

“Eli-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. God, I’m so fucking sorry,” his voice shakes as he stands in your doorway, “please let me explain, baby.”

You swallow at his words. Baby. That's new.

“Eli, you know you can come in whenever you want,” your eyes look to the ground, feigning interest in the knots of your hardwood floor.

“I want to hear you say it,” you can feel his eyes burning into your lowered head, “I need to hear that you want me to come in, Y/n.”

This time it’s your voice that breaks, “of course I want you to come in Elijah.”

He sighs and steps over the threshold, standing mere feet away from you. You feel so small next to him in nothing but a pair of plaid sleep shorts and plain tank top. Your bare feet, for the first time since getting home, are cool against the floor.

He reaches to touch you and you flinch away, “baby, god, no. Please don’t be afraid.”

Your chest aches at the scared look in his eyes and all you want to do is run into his arms but you need answers.

“What happened back there, Elijah?” You feel pathetic at how quiet your voice still is.

“He wanted to hurt me, torture me. And he knew he couldn't. So he went for you, because he knew I would retaliate,” his eyes land on yours and you can see that he still wants to rip that man limb from limb, “he was a werewolf, Y/n. He wanted you dead, I had to do it.”

He sinks to his knees, his voice dropping lower and lower until the last words are just whispers. His words ring in your ears again. Werewolf. A werewolf wanted you dead. You felt faint.

“Why was a,” you say the word carefully, “werewolf trying to hurt you?”

“Because I'm a vampire, Y/n,” his voice breaks fully this time.

You don’t know what to do. Not with the rapid beating of your heart nor the new information you’ve just acquired and especially not with the crying Mikaelson on his knees in your hallway. Your Elijah, the man who pulls your chair out at restaurants and opens your doors and always has a hand on you when you’re around his brothers, is a vampire. You’re not even sure what that means, there are so many questions running through your mind. You want to ask each and every one of them but, seeing the man in front of you, somehow now doesn’t feel like the right time.

Your heart flutters looking at Elijah. His hands are in his hair again, pulling desperately on the strands. Your heart falls into a thousand tiny pieces at the sight. How can you be afraid of someone being so openly vulnerable to you. No man has ever gotten on his knees for you. No one has ever begged on their knees for you. It’s breathtaking, all you need to push yourself into him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You should be terrified of me y/n,” he chokes into your chest, “I’m not good for you. I'm a monster, baby.”

His words shred at your heart. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing the soft locks beneath your fingers.

“No you’re not. You're still my Elijah.”

His head lifts from your chest and he captures your eyes with his serious ones. He looks awestruck.

“Your Elijah?” His accent is even thicker with all the emotion.

You smile for the first time in many hours, “of course, Eli.”

He sweeps you up and into his arms so quickly you get dizzy. Before you know what’s happened, he has you sat on your kitchen island and he’s standing between your legs. Your arms are still clinging tight to his neck while his hands hang dangerously low on your hips.

“And you’re mine, Y/n.”

His words makes your body sing, “All yours.”

He closes his eyes, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips, “say it again. Please, baby.”

“I’m yours Elijah. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips crash hungrily onto yours. He wraps his arms around your lower back and you tangle your legs around his waist to avoid falling off the countertop. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue. You're enamoured with this side of Elijah. You’ve seen his gentleman side, it was magnificent, but this side of him? It was everything you didn't know you needed.

He pulls back, only putting a fraction of space between your bodies but it feels like too much, “please don’t run from me again.”

Your lips brush his when you speak, “Never, Eli.”

He pulls your mouth back to his, a hand tangled in your hair tugging gently at the roots. You can’t but moan against his lips and squeeze your legs around his waist. You grab blindly at his shirt, trying desperately to undo the buttons. Your fingers fumble and he chuckles into your mouth. He releases you to pull his shirt off, dropping it mindlessly on the floor, his lips never leaving yours.

His chest is sculpted like the finest marble and you can’t resist running your hands over his skin. He feels strong under your fingertips. He lets out a groan as you slide them back to his shoulders to the nape of his neck. His lips move over your jaw, down your neck, kissing and sucking a trail to your throat.

His hands grip the edge of your tank top bunching the material in his fists, “may I?”

Always the gentleman.

You nod your head before the words can leave your mouth, “please.”

He smirks, his eyes shining, as he begins pulling the tank top tantalizingly slow up your chest. You raise your arms over your head with his movements, lowering them back to his torso when he drops your shirt with his. His chocolate eyes meet yours again, seeking permission. You can’t fight the small smile as you nod. His smile that greets yours is breathtaking.

His eyes flick down, taking in your bare chest like a child in a candy store. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, much like he did to yours only moments ago. His hands slide up the curve of your waist, trailing a new kind of fire wherever he touches. His thumbs graze the sides of your breasts and you just barely stop the moan, closing your eyes to regain the little control you have left.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, you’re stunning Y/n. Absolutely beautiful.”

Before you can process it, his mouth is around your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. It sends a spark of electricity to the deepest part of your stomach, building an ache that you’ve felt before but stronger. Blinding. It’s white hot. You don’t try to stop the moans, you don’t want to. His tongue swirls around your breast, teasingly slow, making you feel every little movement. It’s dangerously addictive.

“Elijah,” you breath his name like oxygen.

His lips let you go, moving down your chest, trailing kisses down your abdomen, pulling praises from your lips as he goes. His eyes find yours when he sinks to his knees for the second time tonight. His hands grasp your shorts, covering your hips easily. You’re a wanton mess in front of him, practically fully undone from the simplest of touches.

“What do you want me to do, baby, you have to tell me what you want.” It's good to know he’s breathless too.

“Eli, I-” you moan as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, sucking gently at the skin, his eyes still locked on yours, “I want you.”

He pulls his lips back, “you want me to do what, baby?”

You groan at the devilish smirk on his handsome face, “I want you to kiss me!”

“As you wish.”

He pulls your shorts off first, slowly dragging them down your legs, kissing all the way down and back up again. When you're left in nothing but your panties he presses the first kiss to you. It’s hot and sends shocks throughout your entire body.

“More, now. Please, Elijah.”

He chuckles but does as told, pulling the remaining material down your legs before hooking your legs over his muscular shoulders. He wastes no time attaching his lips to your sex, sucking delightfully. He swirls his tongue over your clit, stoking the fire building in your stomach. He drags his tongue down your slit for what feels like an eternity before he plunges into you. You throw your head back and close your eyes, mumbling praises into oblivion. You can feel his eyes on you, soaking up every inch of you.

Your hands find his hair again, not seeming to want to be apart from him, “god.”

“That's not my name, baby,” he mumbles against you, stopping his ministrations.

You open your eyes and lock them with his waiting ones, drawing his name out in your best attempt at being seductive, “Elijah.”

His eyes darken but this time you aren't scared. No, this time his eyes make him look dominant. Sexy. His tongue attacks your clit again only this time faster and hungrier. It makes the fire in your stomach white hot. He’s unrelenting, bringing you closer to the edge with every pass of his tongue. He's pouring everything he has into pleasuring you and you can feel it, literally. You squeeze your thighs around him tighter, ready to explode

“Come for me, baby.”

With that you fall into something you’ve heard about but never thought possible. All you can see, all you can feel, is Elijah. He consumes all of your senses as you fall apart, over and over again, under his touch. In the midst of falling apart you catch Elijah’s eyes and fall all over again. He looks like he’s in pure bliss watching you come undone because of him. You know in all your falling you murmur his name more than once. You know that he loves it.

As you come down from your high, you go to unwrap your legs from his neck, only to have him wrap you around his waist and pick you up. You can’t help but giggle at his determined look.

When he starts walking toward your bedroom you ask, “what’s on your mind, Eli?”

“Round two,” you giggle again when he kisses your forehead.

“I'm glad you came over, Elijah.”

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #TVD #The Vampire Diaries #The Originals #TO #Elijah Mikaelson Imagine #tvd imagine #to imagine #The Vampire Diaries Imagine #The Originals Imagine #Spotify

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I know that season 3 ended about two months ago. But this has been on my mind since then and I can't seem to figure it out. How is it that Clarke is human now? Because I'm just not buying it. The only thing I can up with is that spell that brought Clarke back just made his mud look like blood and Clarke only thinks he's human. I know this is a supernatural show and anything is possible. But at least have it make sense you know. Explain or show to us how that's possible. Because everything we've ever seen in the TVDU no one who was born/been supernatural their whole lives became human somehow. We know that someone who's was born human and then turned supernatural, can be turned back to human, never the other way around. I really need them to clear that up.

The only thing I need them to clear up more is the timeline. The thing that threw me the most was that is was stated that Damon and Elenas daughter was going to high school with Josie. There's just no way, when Elena came out of that magic coma the twins were five. So even if Elena start it a family right away their eldest kid couldn't be more than 11 or 12 years old. So she couldn't be going to school with Josie. I know it's small thing and she's not even in the show or apart of the story. But a small detail like that can really change a lot when it comes to the timeline.

So I've been seeing a few theories about how the only way to be rid of malivore for good either Hope or Landon(or the both of them) has to die. Idk how or why Landon would have to die to kill malivore. I but I just figure that was a Landon anti. But anyways I reject that whole thing. I don't want Hope or Landon dying just so everyone else can be safe and free. It's bad enough that that happened in TVD and TO. Let Legacies be the one show in TVDU where none of the main characters die to save everyone else. Especially if the person who has to die is Hope or Landon. Nope I won't accept that, not after the lives they both had. They both deserve to get to live long and happy lives. I feel that way even more so after this season. Because like you said in one of your posts that while Hope and Landon having dealing with grief and possession etc. Everyone else gets to deal with normal teenage things like crushes and what not. And that's just such B.S and completely unfair and not right. Next season I want Handon to deal with normal teenage things like planning a dance or deciding if they want to go the dance. Or anything along those lines. And maybe let other characters deal with some big stuff(like Handon had to these past three seasons). Is that really too much to ask?

I have no clue, and I’m honestly not buying it either. Yeah, the idea of it being a spell that makes him seem human makes more sense. Or maybe he was able to absorb some human DNA while he was in Malivore or something? Which is what’s making him seem more human? But he still couldn’t ever truly be human because he wasn’t born human. Because exactly, no one is able to become human if they weren’t human to begin with. It’s not like creating something supernatural with magic, you can’t create a real human, humans are born. You can’t turn someone into something that can only be born. Just like they can’t turn anyone into a witch or a tribrid or a phoenix (or whatever Landon is at this point), etc. if they weren’t born as one. And yeah, it’s a supernatural show, but it should still stay somewhat grounded and make sense. Hopefully they’ll explain it and it will make sense somehow because I can’t figure it out either.

I really don’t think even the writers know what’s going on with the timeline. They don’t seem to be taking it or the characters’ real ages into consideration when they write the show. And yeah, Damon and Elena’s daughter being that old is impossible. But was it said that she was actually going to school with Josie? I rewatched the one scene where Josie mentions Alaric’s watch that “Stefanie Salvatore’s dad” gave him but idk if it was ever said that Stefanie was going to the high school or if it just seemed that way with how Josie brought her up? But I feel like they just added that line to throw in that reference, because why didn’t Josie just say Damon instead of Stefanie Salvatore’s dad? And wouldn’t Stefanie and the twins basically be cousins? Idk, that was all a bit weird. And do we even know for sure if Stefanie Salvatore actually exists outside of that alternate universe? It would be nice if they’d clear it up at some point, though who knows if they ever will.

I don’t think either of them would have to die for good for that to happen. We know Hope would have to die to become a full tribrid, and that she could kill him that way. And the only way I can think of Landon dying is if they killed Malivore while he was still in Landon’s body, but there’s no way that would kill Landon for good. I won’t accept that either, they better not kill off Landon or Hope at the end of the show, I can’t take that. Exactly, I barely made it through watching the end of TVD and TO, they can’t have that happen with Legacies too. Plus, I thought Legacies was supposed to be different, so they better not have the same kind of ending. And so true, both Hope and Landon deserve to live and be happy, especially after all they’ve been through. They’ve already had hardly any happiness in 3 seasons, they can’t not give them a happy ending at this point. And yes, ikr! I’m just so tired of Hope and Landon going through so many extreme and horrible things while the other characters have had it so much easier. I would love for Hope and Landon to only have to worry about dealing with normal things. Yess let them go to a dance or something, let them go on a date, let them visit New Orleans, let them do normal things! Just let them relax and have a break from the insanity, I’m so here for that.

#answered #handon

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I know so many are tired of having malivore as a villain because we've been dealing with him for 3 seasons now(even though it was stated that he's the villain of the series). And people are ready to be done with malivore. I honestly don't mind it. Because it just seems more realistic to me. Some bad guys takes seasons to take down because of how strong they are, and how smart they are. And malivore's been around for a 1000 years give or take, there's no way they can take him down in a season or even two. And I think the build up from season 1 til now. Because I did not see that coming. I want to talk about Clarke and the whole Holarke ship. When I first saw Clarke I thought he was going to be the Katherine of legacies(I'm not comparing legacies to the vampire diaries because they're clearly very different). But now it seems like they're putting him on the road to being a good guy now. And I'm not really a fan of that, because it seems like with legacies everyone ends up turning into a good guy. And that's not very realistic to me. Clarke has been the way he is for centuries now and I think a lot of that was based on fear. I believe that some people are so stuck in there ways there is no way they can change. The Holarke ship just seems so wrong to me. I know it won't happen because it seems like legacies is breaking off from putting 16-19 year olds together with someone centuries older than them. But I could be wrong. Also I don't get why I see so many people say that they don't like legacies because it's not like the vampire diaries and the originals(but that's the point). But if they dislike it so much then why are still watching it?

I don't mind it either. And I agree with you it does seem more realistic since malivore has been around for 1000+ years it would be pretty hard to kill something thats been around that long and has 1000 years worth of knowledge and experience to help them. I think that's one of the things that bugged me when the original family first showed up on TVD. Because Elena and Jeremy were able to kill Kol way too easily. But anyways like you said malivore is meant to be the villain of the series so of course it's gonna take longer to kill him and I think that will make even more satisfying when they do. So malivore isn't going anywhere any time soon. Unless they've changed their minds and season 4 will be the last time we see him. I agree they've been building up malivore since season 1 to get to this point. Season 1 we've just found out who he is and what he wants. Season 2, well that season was a bit of mess when it came to a lot of things. And season 3 was kind of a build up of Malivore getting Landon(his vessel). And to make so he could be more active in season 4. Although I'm hoping this whole maliLandon thing doesn't last very long. I want the real Landon back and for him to longer be in pain and going through trauma. I agree with you about Clarke I thought they were going make him like Katherine because like you said some people are just so stuck in their ways that there is no changing for them. I guess we just have to wait and see where they go with him. I'm not even going to get into the whole Holarke ship. I don't ship them for so many different reasons. I do think that legacies might be trying to break off from putting 16-19 year olds together with someone that much older than them. I know with shows about vampires someone always ends up being in a relationship with someone way way too old from them or way way to young for them so I try not to look too much at the age difference. But with legacies it does seem like they might be breaking off from that. Because every supernatural on the show are between the ages of 16-19. The only supernaturals that are centuries older than that are the villains. I think the last non villain we saw on the show who was that much older than everyone else was Sebastian. And we haven't seen another person that age since then. So who knows you could be right with them doing that. I also don't get that either if you don't like legacies why are you still watching it. And if they're not going to stop watching it then I wish they would stop spreading hate around them fandom(for whatever reasons they have for not liking it. Ships, storyline, characters etc). Because that just kills the enjoyment for other people who do like the show.

#answered #malivore #malilandon #ryan clarke #anti holarke #landon kirby #build up #sometimes it takes longer to take down the bad guy #legacies #if people dont like it #they should just stop watching

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TVD 10x02 - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to - Munich, Germany. Elena is in one of the lab morgues. She is leaning against the freezers, writing in her diary.

Dear Diary,

Today will be different. I will start fresh. Be someone new. New year, new life, new diary. I’ve come all this way, thanks to my father, but I need to step out of his shadow, and make it on my own. I have to stop doubting myself… As that cute guy Sam told me, I was chosen for a reason. It’s time I start believing in myself and become the Elena Gilbert I always wanted to be. Away from Mystic Falls, the drama, the supernatural, the pain…

But, just between us, I feel like something is off… I mean, I’m glad to feel different, it’s just that in a weird way, I don’t feel quite like myself… Maybe it’s because the nightmares have come back… They are so vivid, as if I were living through it once more. The freezing water, the air escaping my lungs, the despair of knowing they were with me. That horrible feeling, over and over again… I thought I had healed, as much as one can heal from something like that, but I can still feel her hand slipping away… At times I think my dad blames me for letting her go. If he only knew the real reason both of us survived, maybe he wouldn’t resent it so much. Regardless, I will forever be thankful to Stefan for saving us that night. Although he still blames himself for not being able to save my mother, there was nothing anyone could have done.

Okay, enough about the past, I need to move on, build a new life for myself, and maybe, even find a new love… No vampires this time! Whatever comes, I’m living my life to the fullest! Letting myself be free… No fear, no guilt, no insecurities… Project Munich, here I come!

Suddenly, she hears a noise. If it weren’t coming from one of the freezer drawers, she wouldn’t be startled, but since it clearly is, her heart starts pounding. She approaches cautiously…

Before she can even grab the handle, the drawer slams open…

SAM: Boo!

ELENA: Oh my god, Sam?! You scared me half to death!

SAM: (Smirking) Good thing it was just half way. Wouldn’t want you dying on me.

ELENA: Well, what if I had a heart condition?! I could have!

SAM: A heart condition, or died?

ELENA: Well, both… But you know what I mean! You are so weird!

SAM: This coming from the girl leaning against body freezers in the middle of the night…

ELENA: At least I wasn’t lying in one of them like some kind of zombie!

SAM: It’s surprisingly relaxing…

ELENA: (Mocking) Being a zombie or lying in the freezers?

SAM: I suppose, both… (they crack up).

ELENA: Anyway, what are you doing here?

SAM: I like to come here to think… It’s quiet. You?

ELENA: Same… Guess we’re a couple of weirdos…

SAM: A little eccentric is all. (They smile in complicity). I will confess though; I do have an alternative motive…

ELENA: Oh, god. Please don’t tell me you are a psycho killer. I’ve dealt with enough of those…

SAM: I’m not going to ask why, but I do want to ask you something…

ELENA: (With a suspicious face) Uhm, okay… what?

SAM: Do you like picnics?

ELENA: That question isn’t helping your psycho case… But, yeah, I do. Why?

SAM: How about you and me, tomorrow… Wine and cheese in the main garden?

ELENA: (Kittenish) Are you asking me on a date?

SAM: Depends… is it a yes, or a no?

ELENA: Depends… is it red wine, or white?

SAM: Red, of course! What kind of a psycho drinks white wine?

ELENA: Plenty… And, you literally just met me, so there is a risk I might actually be one of them.

SAM: (Flirtatious smirk) I’m willing to take the risk, if you are…

ELENA: What the hell! Life is too short to play it safe.

SAM: I like the way you think. It’s a date then!

ELENA: It’s a date.

SAM: Huh, I totally thought that was going to fail…

ELENA: You never know until you try, right?

SAM: (Smiles) I guess you don’t… Listen, it’s really late, do you want me to walk you to your dorm? I know this place is infested with military, but what if you run into a ghost? Pretty sure they would be clueless about how to handle that.

ELENA: (Laughs) Neither would you. But, you are not nearly as scary as they are, so I’d rather take my chances with you.

SAM: (Teasing) I happen to be a paranormal aficionado; I know how to handle a ghost.

ELENA: Oh, really?

SAM: I’ve seen all Ghost Busters movies a million times! I know what I’m doing!

ELENA: (Sarcastic) A Ghost Busters fanboy, that’s very comforting… (As they are walking out) Oh! And don’t think that just because I agreed to go on a date with you, I won’t get you back for the near heart attack you gave me … I happen to be a real horror movie aficionada; better watch your back…

Cut to – Mystic Falls Town Hall. Matt has been officially sworn in to take office as the new Mayor of Mystic Falls. Although he is worried about Edward’s abrupt decision, especially knowing the context behind his un-rational behavior, he can’t help but feel proud. This is what he had wanted all his life. And, given Edward’s current psychological condition, this decision was probably for the best.

COUNCIL SPEAKER: Mayor Donovan, I speak on behalf of all my colleagues, we welcome you to this body of representatives with open arms, and ensure you that you have our full support, respect, and commitment.

MATT: It is my honor to have been entrusted with this duty. I will work day and night to rightfully serve our town, my home town. I will forever be grateful to Mayor Powell for believing in me, and giving me the opportunity to give back to the people that have built this town from scratch. In my first order of duty, I hereby announce the newly appointed Chief of Police, Sheriff Jackson. A woman of honor, courage and morals. I am certain she will serve this town with honor, loyalty, truth, knowledge and commitment. Please, give her a round of applause.

SHERIFF JACKSON: Thank you, Mayor Donovan. I wear the badge with pride. I am humbled and honored to be given this responsibility. Trust that my team and I will follow the example you gave to us, and will serve and protect this community with the same passion and commitment you did. We might be in different offices now, but we will always be family.

MATT: Always! Thank you, Sherriff Jackson. I have no doubt that you will surpass both mine and my predecessor’s accomplishments. In closing, I’d like to say that although we face many challenges ahead, I’m confident that we can overcome any obstacle by working together, always prioritizing people. Mystic Falls is a town built by its citizens, for its citizens. It is our duty to ensure the wellness and prosperity of all. Once again, thank you. Time to get to work! (They applaud).

Cut to – The Mikaelson mansion. Abby and Klaus are talking about Hope settling-in at the Salvatore School, among other things.

ABBY: Hope looked so happy... And her dorm room is amazing! At the main house and a single! How lucky was she!

KLAUS: I had to “persuade” Alaric to make sure she was given the best accommodations.

ABBY: (Smiles) I’m sure you did…

KLAUS: And how is Bonnie settling in her new home? I honestly cannot comprehend how she could voluntarily agree to spend day and night with Damon Salvatore. Are we certain he is not compelling her?

ABBY: (Smirks) You know he can’t, although I kind of wish that was the reason (they laugh). From what she told me this morning; the house is beautiful. Guess we’ll have to wait and see, if she ever invites us over.

KLAUS: She will, love, give her some time. They just moved in together, they need their privacy. (Suddenly, the door opens, in come Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Freya, Marcel, and Danae, suitcases and all). Uhm, excuse me, what is this unexpected visit about? Our family reunion isn’t until spring…

ELIJAH: Lovely to see you too, brother. Do pardon if our sudden arrival interrupts your tea time, but we are in a bit of a pickle. We have been cursed out of New Orleans; and, the last time I checked, this was also our home.

KLAUS: I am gone, for not even a month, and you somehow manage to get yourselves thrown out of what is rightfully ours? How exactly did that come to be?

MARCEL: Why don’t you ask Kol…

KOL: Oh, come on, Marcellus, it’s as much your fault as it is mine. And, don’t act so innocent, Elijah. You had your hand in this too.

ELIJAH: (Fixing his cufflinks) Maybe a little…

REBEKAH: While you boys decide who is to blame, I’ll go settle down in my bedroom.

KLAUS: You can’t. We turned it into a games room.

REBEKAH: (Indignant) Excuse me?!! How dare you!? Why my room?! Why not Elijah’s or Kol’s!?

KLAUS: Yours was better fitted for the purpose. Nothing personal, love.

REBEKAH: Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t… (Turns to Abby) And definitely nothing to do with you, right?

ABBY: (Sarcastic) Of course not, I wouldn’t dare! This was all him!

KLAUS: (Smirks) Traitor… Anyhow, dear sister, there are plenty of other rooms you can choose from.

REBEKAH: Whatever. I’ll go find myself a room you two haven’t ruined, yet.

FREYA: I’m coming with. You people forget I’ve never been in this house!

DANAE: Really? I thought you had. I mean, even I have stayed here.

FREYA: And, thanks for rubbing that in, my love.

DANAE: No ill intentions, hon. I’m just surprised.

FREYA: (Sarcastic) Guess being a Mikaelson didn’t grant me the privilege, but being Klaus’s best friend’s girlfriend sure did.

KLAUS: Oh, don’t be so dramatic, sister. You are here now, are you not?

REBEKAH: Forget him, sis, this is our house too. We’ll give you the grand tour. Once we get dibs on the best rooms (they leave).

KLAUS: So, dear brothers, care to explain to me exactly how you got yourselves into this “pickle”?

ELIJAH: We will. But we are going to need something stronger than tea…

ABBY: Oh, it’s not tea. We just pretend it is, so we don’t feel like we are day drinking.

KOL: Who cares about that! We are vampires, love; we can do whatever we want!

KLAUS: KLAUS: (Sarcastic) My loving brother Kol, can we please go back to the topic at hand? I’d like to know exactly how long I can expect to have you all around.

ELIJAH: It is going to be a while…

MARCEL: If not forever.

KOL: (Mocking) Look on the bright side, Marcellus, you’ll have time to get to know Mystic Falls. Despite what some believe, it is quite the charming little town… And, our home sweet home, for now… Better get used to it.

Cut to – Pietro’s mansion. Him and Darius are having a “secret” con-call after their board meeting.

PIETRO: I’ve had just about enough. We need to retaliate for this. You didn’t see the aftermath, this place looked like a slaughterhouse.

DARIUS: Courtesy of your ripper brother, I presume?

PIETRO: Not sure which one of them did it, or if it was the three of them, but I had to get a professional cleaner.

DARIUS: You should really consider getting video surveillance, clears these types of doubts right up.

PIETRO: Never, those things give me all sorts of peeping Tom vibes. Anyway, I’m sorry about your witch friends, I’ll make it up to you.

DARIUS: I warned you not to play games. Now we’ve lost a coven of very talented witches, three potential recruits; we are clueless as to where the others are, and made the rest of the board members believe everything was going according to plan… (Sarcastic) Kudos!

PIETRO: Don’t you dare give me attitude about this, you have messed up worse than I have.

DARIUS: True; fair enough. Let’s not enter into panic mode, it’s a minor misstep. We’ll find them soon enough. In the meantime, as per Augustus’s orders, it seems like I have to find a replacement for Kai…

PIETRO: That was certainly an unexpected surprise. I thought he would be pleased with his progress.

DARIUS: I’m beginning to think Augustus feels threaten, more so after I shared Kai’s recent achievements.

PIETRO: Did you sense something was off with him during the call?

DARIUS: Well, the Augustus I know would have had Kai killed if he wanted him out of the game, not fired.

PIETRO: And it’s strange that he was willing for this Tamara thing to take more time, as long as Kai was off the task.

DARIUS: (Teasing) Maybe he’s starting to like his hostage situation; Stockholm syndrome type of thing?

PIETRO: (Smirks) Perhaps… Regardless, both Kai and Katerina would have been excellent for the field battle; they have stamina, and are surely gifted in terms of the supernatural.

DARIUS: I know. But there are plenty of fish in the sea. From what Veritas showed us with the Munich project, and the “gadgets I’ve been working on with Kai, soon we might have even stronger pawns to play around with.

PIETRO: Hey, I had a lot to do with the Munich project. I’m not letting him take all the credit! I led that project for years, set all the ground work, and the money.

DARIUS: Don’t be so defensive, my friend. We all know you did an excellent job. But, you have to give him some credit, Veritas is hardcore when it comes to discipline. As soon as he brought in the military, voilà!

PIETRO: (Snarky) His leading style borders on dictatorship, I prefer a motivational approach.

DARIUS: I’m with you on that. He sure as hell can scare the shit out of anyone into doing anything. Just ask Aletheia…

PIETRO: He is the oldest vampire in existence, and a psychic one, nonetheless; of course he can. I’m not ashamed to admit it; he has almost made me “piss my pants” once or twice.

DARIUS: I can say the same. You know, it’s truly fascinating that the so called “Originals” are oblivious to the fact about their true origins… I’m sure Veritas would have a blast with them, if they ever manage to figure it out.

PIETRO: Oh, I’m sure they will, if not for their wits, definitely once our plans unfold.

DARIUS: I call dibs on first row seats!

PIETRO: I want the full behind the scenes experience! (They laugh).

DARIUS: Well, I have to run now. I need to go fire my star employee and the Russian spy…

PIETRO: Good luck. We’ll talk soon.

Cut to – The Bamon home. The gang is in the “Batcave” planning their next move.

SAGE: (Starting to worry about Pietro’s retaliation for their escape). We are 100% sure this place can’t be found, right? I’m not very familiar with the witch stuff; or the vampire stuff for that matter; I’m a newbie.

BONNIE: Don’t worry, there is no way anyone can find it.

SAGE: Not even that Darius guy?

BONNIE: Especially not him.

SAGE: Can’t they track your cellphones?

BONNIE: Not while the house is cloaked. Beauty of magic.

SAGE: This magic stuff is really cool!

BONNIE: You ain’t seen nothing yet… But, fair warning, it can get a little weird…

CAROLINE: (Teasing) Just a little? (They laugh) Don’t worry, you are in good hands.

SAGE: Sorry; freaked out for a moment… Pietro can be quite vicious when he’s angry, and I’m sure he’s fuming right about now.

DAMON: Don’t be scared, Stefan and I got years on him. Now, back to the mission at hand. How are we going to break into this place without Kai?

STEFAN: What if we give our brother a taste of his own medicine? He can be our way in.

DAMON: I love when your mind goes devious, brother. What exactly are you thinking of?

STEFAN: There is an upside to having an Original vampire in town, and one who just happens to be in love with Bonnie’s mom… I’m betting he’ll do just about anything to get on your good side, Bon.

BONNIE: Stefan, you are a genius!

And, he does owe me big time! But, let’s avoid the whole “being in love with Bonnie’s mom” thing; still freaks me out.

STEFAN: Not another word on that, Bon.

DAMON: Ah, blackmail, deceit, and compulsion, my kind of tactics!

BONNIE: I’ll call my mom to invite them over for dinner, then we’ll guilt trip them into their part of the plan.

SAGE: Bit lost again, what’s an Original vampire?

CAROLINE: Oh, Sage. There is so much for you to learn about the vamp world. Stick with us, and you’ll learn everything you need to know.

SAGE: That would be amazing! Been pretty much self-taught since I was turned, which was literally just weeks ago.

CAROLINE: I know firsthand how important it is to have a mentor when you are new at this. We got your back.

SAGE: Thank you, I’ll take all the help I can get.

CAROLINE: We’ll help you with the supernatural, you’ll help us with the Science; win, win. The sooner we get these guys, the sooner we can go back to our normal lives.

SAGE: Deal! To be honest, I was thinking about fleeing back to Germany the moment I got away from Pietro’s claws. Forget all this craziness and just return to being a student, with a new blood craving. But I think academia is pumped up to be more than it really is. What good are all the fancy titles without being on the battle ground? I’ve done my fair share of studying, it’s time I apply my knowledge for the common good, and this seems like the perfect cause to do so. Now that we know they are okay; I have no reason to go back. (Turns to Bonnie and Damon) Don’t panic, I’m not planning to stay here. As soon as we take care of this, I’m going back home to NYC; I really miss it.

BONNIE: (Smiles) We’re not panicking. And you can stay here for as long as you need.

CAROLINE: Okay, just so we are all aligned. We’ll get Klaus to compel Pietro, but how exactly are we going to get to Pietro? We can’t have Klaus show up at his house and be like: hello, I’m going to compel you now…

STEFAN: We’ll make sure he’s alone and lure him outside. Then Klaus, Damon and I, will take it from there. Three against one, should be a piece of cake.

DAMON: Sounds like a plan. Now, on to a crucial matter. (Turns to Bonnie) First time having my mother-in-law over for dinner, what should be the menu?

BONNIE: (Smirks) Whatever you want will be perfect.

DAMON: How about Italian? Play it safe...

BONNIE: Ooh, gnocchi arrabbiata?

DAMON: Perfetto!

CAROLINE: (Giddy) Aw, I love domestic Bamon!

DAMON: Don’t think you are just going to stand and watch, you are all helping!

The only one that gets a free pass is Bonnie, she has somewhere to go.

BONNIE: Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about that…

CAROLINE: Bon, are you sure you don’t want one of us to come with you?

BONNIE: I’m sure. Thank you, Care. I’m gonna head out now before it gets late. I won’t be long (kisses Damon).

I love you...

DAMON: I love you too. Head message me if you need anything.

BONNIE: I will (she leaves).

STEFAN: (To Damon) Are you okay?

DAMON: I’ll be fine when I know she’s fine…

CAROLINE: I still can’t believe he’s back! He better have a damn good explanation, otherwise I’m going to send him right back where he came from!

DAMON: You and me both, Blondie...

Alright, I need to keep my mind busy, so let’s get to work. Making gnocchi is a mission on its own!

TVD 10x02 (part 2) coming soon. Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

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FANFICTION

Part 2

A Joel Goran x Elena Gilbert

_a crossover fanfic, but still tvd

_AU of course

a/n: Elena leaves Mystic Falls to live in Toronto. There she meets Joel, who if course us Elijah's doppelganger...

_song is I just Wait by Paloma Faith

link to part 1

tag_ @eternityunicorn @beautyandwords @elejahforever @bulldozed88

Toronto, Canada

Hope Zion

"I don't know if I could describe it as love at first sight. I think there’s an energy that some people have where they elicit all of the stuff from you and you suddenly become the best version of yourself around them. It’s as terrifying as it is magical." Joel said to Alex as they were discussing his recent great interest in one particular woman that seemed to have changed his behaviour, finding him ordering flowers for that special someone.

"Where have you read that?! There is something so strange about you lately. It's like you have become this calm and colkected and soulful person. No flirtations. The nurses are bewildered. It can't be that this woman out of nowhere just changed everything... and you are actually dating her the old-fashioned way?! That is so not your style?!" Alex said.

"Maybe I will start believing that some women do possess the gift of witchcraft. I have to prepare for the OR!" Joel his fellow collegue behind the OR prep.

Whatever it was Joel Goran was mesmerized by Elena Gilbert. They had a lenghtly talk in the cafe and asked her out for lunch straight out. And they did have lunch, as well as dinner and they didn't even kiss let alone end up in bed, which for him was like eating breakfast. And he sent her flowers, big bunch of red tulips.

"Maybe she has just awaken the gentleman in him!" another nurse remarked to Meg. The gossip wouldn't stop and everyone was eager to meet her.

In Elena's apartment, Elena answered Bonnie's call.

"So, what have you found out? He can't be a doppelganger, can he?!" Elena said.

"We have resurrected old witches, and you saw your own doppelganger, why is it weird to believe that Elijah couldn't have a doppelganger?!" Bonnie said.

"He is - yeah- totally looks like Elijah, but he is different. I made a mistake and aaid Elij...oel to him."

"Elijoel, ha?!"Bonnie remarked.

"Oh, I will take a photo of him and send it tonight. He is taking me out to a jazz club! Figure that." Elena said,

"I wanted to say no... and just leave Toronto, all this is too much, and then, I just can't. I find myself in this weird moment when I look at him and he is so normal and I want to tell him about Elijah, but then I see him run a mile if I tell him that witches and vampires exist."

"You don't have to tell him anything. You are free of Klaus and you only now have a witch friend and a vampire friend." Bonnie exclaimed.

"Just one vampire friend." Elena said.

"I thought Stefan left?!" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, but we still kinda speak," Elena confirmed,"why does everything always have to be complicated?!"

"Nothing is complicated. Just go out with Elijoel and... have fun! I will call you if something weird happens!

"Ok. Talk to you later." Elena said and hung up.

She looked at the flowers. It screamed Elijah to her.

"Huh" Elena huffed a little. It felt like fate played a trick on her and the tables were turned.

Hours later, Joel was in his office, the night had fallen and he just finished with his daily paperwork. He turned to look outside the window. It was a supermoon night.

"Hey. mate!" Joel said jokingly to the moon," are you going to cause havoc tonight?!"

As he turned away his eyes caught a reflection on the window of himself but something was unusual. It was as if he saw himself in a suit and yet he was wearing a T-shirt. He looked back and then shook his head.

"I am too tired!" he said picking up his phone, pressing the speedial with Elena's number.

"E-Joel?!" Elena said as she picked up the call.

"Elena- are we still on for tonight?"Joel said.

"We are." Elena replied.

"Good. Shall we grab something to eat, first?!" Joel suggested.

Elena agreed with all and they soon met in a bistro to Joel's liking. The place or the time was not important to Elena. She wanted to get to know him. And he was pleased to tell her some of his life story. Elijah with a New Zealand accent and so cool- Elena thought. And the mannerisms were all Elijah. Elena flashed back to a day ago when she followed him to the hospital. He was wearing a suit and she watched him talk to a hub nurse, explaining something official.

It was so Elijah. When it came to her to tell how she came to travel the US and Canada for two years, Elena found herself masking the truth, telling white lies and omitting the supernatural part of her life.

At one point her looks swayed to the supermoon outside. He noticed some strange longing in her gaze.

"Don't tell me you believe in all the crazy superstitions about the moon?!"

"Ha?" Elena looked back at the surgeon, "sorry-uhm- it looks beautiful -superstitions?! Me?! But I believe in vampires, werewolves-I am only joking," she said chuckling a bit and then thought, "if only you knew."

"A friend of mine has a theory that moon does affect some people deeply. She said something about the blood moon after the harvest- anyway, I have nothing against folklore and myths. The stories are deep and carry great morals." Joel said.

The waiter came to offer desserts but they declined. Soon they were on their way to the club.

They were ushered to their table as they got in. They ordered their drinks. The show had already started. The singer was introducing the next song.

"Oh, I've seen her in Chicago!" Elena remembered.

"She is really good, I heard- from the nurses!" Joel smirked cutely.

Elena laughed a little now, " so, this date thing was the idea of the nurses?!"

"No. I just heard them talk about Paloma Faith and..."

"It's fine. I will tell you something you probably wouldn't believe" Elena said but Joel cut her off midsentence.

"Oh, don't tell me- your ex was a werewolf and I should actually be beware of him because we have a supermoon outside"

"Yeah!" Elena chuckled a little,"no-it's- I can't remember when I was on a date the last time?!"

"Ok. Let's then do the whole date thing- do you want to dance?" Joel offered his hand.

Elena nodded. They walked to the dance floor.

.....The twinkling in your eyes makes me wonder if I’m dead or alive,

And I, I just wait.

How many clues you need me to leave you?

I feel like I leave ‘em all the time.

Spending days together, I just,

Can’t help wondering when you’ll be mine.

If I could hold your hand, yes I would,

Be with you every day, if I could ....

Joel looked at Elena as if she was this mysterious woman, as he thought. There was something magical about her and although he kept denying it, his soul knew it was love at first sight, the moment she turned and looked at him at the cafe. Again, she was looking at him with familiar eyes that twinkled with a strange invitation making him wonder if he was dead or alive and he now pulled Elena into a gentle kiss as his hand glid up her neck feeling her skin tremble with sweet sensation of the union.

When you gonna open up your eyes and see,

That you and I could always be.

Put your palm into mine,

And stop wasting time.

My heart is breaking, without you,

I don’t wana live another day.

And tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, I’m waiting.

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In Another Life - Part 6

Masterlist (x)

A/N: As promised, one more chapter of Elijah trying to find Katherine as well as some flashback scenes. I also think that deep down, Elijah is a very tortured soul. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

English is not my first language → I do not own anything of the TVD - Universe and I’m not affiliated or associated with the writers etc. This is only a headcanon/fanfiction.

Pairing: Kalijah ( Katherine / Elijah )

TW: death, assault.

Word Count: 4.867

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▬ Somewhere near Atlanta ▬

The motorway signs told Elijah that he'll reach Atlanta in a bit, however, he chose an earlier exit because he needed to check something first. His Porsche followed the country roads quickly, faster than allowed, until he turned in a small allee with impressive oaks lining up the way. Eventually, he had reached a small secluded, yet still easily accessible house.

The energy went off and Elijah left his car. The white gravel crunched underneath his feet as he stilled in his movements and let his gaze wander attentively over the small manor.

Despite the long absence, everything looked impeccable. The gravel was spotless without any tares, the lawn cut short. It was well maintained and Elijah decided that he should give the caretaker a tip for his flawless work. It definitely didn't look like no one has lived in that building for the past few years.

While he was walking to the house, he was watching the ground, searching for bumps and irregularities in the white gravel. However, it was as impeccable as the rest. Technically, that would have been to Elijah's liking but in the current circumstances, it won't give him the kind of reassurance he was searching for. Moreover, it didn't please him at all. Elijah then eyed the front door attentively, searching for any possible change (or damage) -- again without success.

His eyes narrowed a bit as his fingertips glid over the upside of the door frame, knowing that there's a tiny saving in the wall fit for a key. It didn't take him long to palpate and find it but before he opened the front door with it, he slowly guided the key to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed in concentration.

Only metal.

Elijah sighed, snapped his eyes back open again, and opened the door.

Of course, Elijah has his own key for the building, the key that remained here was a spare key. He didn't have to worry about someone unauthorized entering the small manor without permission since the building was spelled. Only a few people knew of this place and were granted access.

One of them was Katerina.

He had hoped that perhaps she would have found refuge here. She knew of the place and the key and she knew that it was currently vacant and would stay vacant for the time being. It was also somewhat reachable from Mystic Falls.

Elijah had hoped he would find signs that she had been here - or rather still be here. That's why he had decided to make this little visit. But there hadn't been any footprints in the gravel nor did the key smell of her.

The inside of the building was exactly like he had left it. Big white sheets covered and protected the furniture and again he noted that his caretaker made a good job as no cobwebs or dust caught his attention.

He wandered slowly through the rooms, his gaze sweeping attentively over every surface, over every detail. But nothing implied that Katerina had been here. He didn't see any evidence of her stay nor was he able to catch a hint of her scent.

When he had finished the tour, Elijah returned to his study and removed the sheets from the chair and his desk so that he could take a seat. His studies, no matter where, were always a place that granted him concentration and allowed him to focus. He closed his eyes to massage his eyeballs and then pinched the back of his nose, his attention focused on maintaining even breathing and not let frustration take over him.

He so had hoped that Katerina had decided to come here, to find shelter in this place. It wasn't the place he had seen in his vision but it would have been logical that she had come here. She would have had a safe place, a roof over her head. Water and electricity were also a given, only food wasn't available in this place.

Elijah leaned back in his chair. A slight groan left his lips as an extremely uneasy feeling swept through his veins, telling him that he was too late, that Katerina was already dead.

The way his muscles started to tense seemed to be a natural reaction these days. His hands clenched into fists and he couldn't deny the desire to punch something to let out his despair and frustration. Why hadn't Katerina come to this house? Why didn't she chose that building as her hiding spot?

Why? So many whys.

His knuckles cracked because of how tight his fists were but then he took in a deep breath and snapped his eyes open before he reached for his phone in the inside of his jacket. There are other options.

"Good Afternoon, George. I need to ask you for a favor...."

xxx

While Elijah waited for the callback, he walked to the window of his study and watched the peaceful surrounding. He tried to relax over the singing of the birds but he did not want to succeed. Instead, the Original was tempted to call Katerina's number again and hope that she would answer the call but he doubted the success of that idea. He had already tried to call her so many times...

Perhaps he's going insane, perhaps Albert Einstein is right with his definition: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. By that definition, Elijah must be very insane, outright mad by now.

Growing tired of waiting and doing nothing, Elijah eventually helped himself to a glass of hard whiskey - and then another one. Thankfully the minibar was well equipped although the building had been vacant for some years by now. He always made sure all essentials were given at all times, just in case he needed to move in unexpectedly.

The more time passed, the more impatient he grew. His fingertips drummed nervously against the glass, the contact of the glass with his daylight ring giving off an annoying sound he couldn't bear. Nonetheless, he kept going, because he needed to do something. He needed to focus his mind on something -- even if it was that annoying clicking or the fact that it bothered him -- because otherwise he felt like he’d go insane.

Finally, his phone vibrated in his jacket.

"What have you found out, George?" Elijah asked impatiently without caring for a proper greeting.

"Well, Sir.... nothing. No sign of someone having spent time in your apartment in New York. I also consulted Riley in Richmond but there's also no sign of anyone having been there."

"Are you certain you checked every detail? Electricity and water consumption? Are there any leftovers in the fridge? Have the beds been used? Is the minibar complete?" Elijah asked promptly, his grip tightening around the glass because of the news that weren’t to Elijah’s liking.

"Yes, Sir. We've checked everything. There's no sign that anyone had been here. I'm sorry Sir."

The glass cracked in Elijah's hands, and the sharp edges cut through his skin, his blood mixed with the leftovers whiskey. He felt the pain as the glass shreds pierced through his palm but at the same time, Elijah felt nothing at all. Numbness swept through his vein mixed with a slight hint of anger. That kind of anger that wanted him to punch holes in the walls. He mumbled a quick thanks before he pulled out his handkerchief and absently cleaned his hand, his gaze rigid.

"Where are you hiding, Katerina?" he mumbled to himself.

Katerina also knew of his apartment in New York, another place she could have possibly went to. The brunette probably didn't know of the property in Richmond but since it's Katerina they were speaking of, it wouldn't surprise him if she did. She's an attentive listener, after all.

Perhaps it's delusional of him to assume she would have sought out a safe place if it's related to him. After all, she seemed to think he harbors an ill wish towards her. Nonetheless, her survival instinct is stronger than anything else, even stronger than her pride. She would have been safe there and she would have been undetected. His caretakers came regularly and he's sure Katerina is quick to find out the schedule to make sure she's well hidden if they were there to dust and look after things.

Again, those places weren't the town he had seen in his vision but they still seemed to be more logical than the apparent location of the vision in which he hasn't even seen her.

Elijah absently folded his used handkerchief and, although it was stained, placed it back inside of his jacket. Then, he simply stepped over the glass sheds and spilled whiskey to return to his car.

He'd call his caretaker to clean up the mess he has left.

▬ Somewhere in Alabama ▬

"You're meant to catch me." "But if I catch you, the game will be over."

Running and catching, hiding and seek. Somehow it had always come down to that game between Katerina and Elijah. She was the one who kept running and he was the one who kept searching. She would hide, he would seek.

Five-hundred years later they are still playing that game.

She's hiding and he's seeking. Only this time, he desperately wanted to find her, knowing that their time is slowly but surely running out. If he even has any time left....

But no. She is not dead. Katherine lives. She has to. She just has to...

Elijah rushed over the highways at maximum speed, his sportscar effortlessly changing lanes if it was necessary. Driving kept his mind clear, gave him something to focus which didn't result in an uneasiness that made him sick beyond repair.

And yet he caught his mind wandering off to Katerina again. He recalled 1492, her waving curls in the slight breeze and the incredible endearing expression on her features as she lectured him that he was supposed to catch her. She wasn't aware that he was indeed very capable of catching her if he wanted to. That he could catch her within seconds if necessary. But he enjoyed the game, enjoyed the ease of their interactions. Enjoyed feeling alive. She sparked life in him, something which he thought long lost ever since being turned into a vampire.

Back then, he didn't want to catch her. He wanted to delay the game, wanted to give himself the time to enjoy it just a bit longer. There was something about her view of life that made him feel human again. Innocent, as far as a child growing up under Mikael can be. To some degree, Katerina had granted him the feeling of being alive.

During those games, Elijah let her win. Again and again. And while doing so, he took in her victorious smile and happily confirmed her request to repeat their game sometime soon.

He never intended to catch her despite wanting to. He let her run. He let her escape. And she took the chance until she was gone and nowhere to be found again anymore.

He made a mistake back then. Had made a terrible mistake when Katerina escaped their castle walls in 1492. Admittedly, he had underestimated Trevor's feelings for the doppelgänger that caused him to betray Niklaus and him. His mistake was not only to not see it coming, he had also approached the difficult situation entirely false.

Niklaus held him accountable for Katerina's escape although he had no part in it. Of course, paranoid as his brother is, he didn't believe his words. Niklaus was furious, raging mad -- which was even an understatement. But while the news of Katerina's escape had concerned Elijah, he had hoped that perhaps Niklaus hadn't been looking properly. He assumed (and hoped) that perhaps Katerina was still on the compound.

Niklaus was the one who was officially courting Katerina and yet he neglected her most of the time the closer the next full moon came. What did he really know about her as a person?

Elijah on the other hand had watched Katerina often from afar, many times without her knowledge. He knew that she liked to visit the horses in the stables, sometimes even at the most unholy hours even though she wasn't supposed to leave the building at night. He didn't know the reason why sleep wouldn't find her but when she returned from the stables, she had a smile on her face.

Strangely enough, horses were something that seemed to connect Niklaus and Katerina. They both shared a fascination for the Arabians Niklaus kept in the stables, some of the firsts ever living in England during that time. A part of him had envied that connection, the possibility his brother had which he didn't have because Elijah always had been aware that she's not supposed to be his. That she can never be his. And yet he took pleasure in knowing that Niklaus would never know Katerina the way he did simply because his brother didn't pay enough attention to her. He knew of her favorite flowers, knew that she liked to watch the sunsets on the hill next to their castle. He knew that Katerina loved the rose gardens and the small maze. He knew of all her favorite places.

But Katerina hadn't been in the stables, in the gardens, or in her quarters. She was nowhere to be found, despite the entire staff looking for her. Until he'd caught her scent which led outside the compound into the woods...

And he had been furious.

He had been furious with Katerina. Because she ran. Because she didn't trust him. Because he was furious with himself. He was furious that Niklaus was right, that feelings had made him weak and foolish - careless even. That he had let Katerina get too close to him. That she managed to do the impossible and hurt him with her actions. That she had managed to stir a feeling inside of him which he had long thought to have lost. He was furious because he wanted to protect her but by running, she made it impossible for him to fulfill his pursuit. He was furious because he hadn't been ready to lose her just yet. He was furious because of Niklaus who declared him a liar and accused him of betrayal. He was furious about the entire situation. He was furious because he knew what was at stake. For him, for Niklaus, for his family. But also for Katerina.

But despite being furious with Katerina, he couldn't imagine a world without her. He couldn't accept her death. Never had and never will.

Part of the reason why a few days after meeting and getting to know her, his witches had created a vial that would have allowed Katerina to survive the sacrifice. He knew, even though he greatly disapproved of the idea of hurting her, that the sacrifice needed to be done. He knew that his brother needed to break the curse placed on him by their mother to grant him peace so he might find happiness someday. He knew that her fate has been sealed the moment Niklaus had laid his eyes on her. He knew that running or hiding her would be useless. However, Elijah hadn't been ready to sacrifice Katerina for that plan.

Without Niklaus' knowledge, he had worked out an entire plan to ensure Katerina's safety. That he would compel her beforehand. That she won't be scared or feel any pain. That she will forget about the traumatizing event. That she'll go on with her life after she wakes up. That she'll forget about them. He had already found a village far away from them with people who could have taken care of her.

He would have let his Katerina go to ensure she lives a life in peace. In a world without monsters. He wanted her to be free and happy.

But she chose to run, sealing her fate.

Elijah still remembers his last thoughts before Niklaus' dagger let him lose consciousness after he lost the fight against his younger brother when he returned home with no doppelgänger.

That next time, if he ever gets the chance to see his Katerina again, he'll protect her. And that, if she ever were to trust him again, although he highly doubted it back then, he won't disappoint her.

In hindsight, he was only halfway successful.

Many people, Katerina included, thought he intended to torture her when he compelled her to stay in the tomb. And while the choice of the setting had served as punishment for running, his main intention was to protect her. He knew she'd be safe in that tomb. And she would have been if she hadn't taken matters into her own hands again.

It was to protect her.

And he also did protect her by leaving her a few months ago.

Leaving her had nothing to do with not loving her anymore. Niklaus obvious ill wishes toward her, however, had made it perfectly clear that she's not safe with him anymore.

He just wished he would have said more.

Explained more.

Katerina had poured her heart out to him and all he was able to do was saying goodbye and leave?

He regretted it.

He regretted having not been strong enough to stay for a few moments longer. Because he knew ... he knew that if he stayed even a second longer, he wouldn't be able to do what has been necessary during that time.

Katerina's speech of wanting to be with him had hit him unexpectedly. Yes, he came to say goodbye, but he hadn't expected that after ending their search for the cure, Katerina would still choose him, still wanted to be with him without getting or wanting anything in return. During that moment he had seen how pure her love for him has been. That she truly loved him. That she chose him.

No one chooses him. Elijah himself wouldn't choose Elijah. But Katerina did. She had chosen him and declared her love for him.

How many people truly loved him? Sometimes he's not even sure if his siblings truly loved him or if it was a mere need to have control over him or rely on his mediation skills to keep their family from breaking apart. And yet he'd go to enormous length to protect those with whom he was related by blood without ever getting anything in return. No, on the contrary, they destroy and threaten everything he holds dear.

Rebekah only attacked with words but Niklaus very well turns words into actions. Something Elijah took seriously. Something that forced him to go away and leave the person that truly loved him behind.

It was a decision he had made for her sake but her declaration of loving him, of wanting to be with him, only had made it harder to let go. Again. It had broken him to know that Katerina wanted him, Elijah, and yet not being able to engage in it.

It had been so difficult, so incredibly difficult, to withdraw from her, to leave. He couldn't ... he couldn't allow himself to process the deep meaning of her words. He couldn't find the strength within him to assure her that he loves her too for he knew that he won't be able to leave if he did.

But he had assumed Katerina would know.

He wasn't aware of how she'd take it. Elijah had assumed she must know what she meant to him. That he intended to come back to her after Niklaus had calmed himself. And he was absolutely certain that that is going to happen.

Katerina had found something which could be compared to a Millennium-Opportunity. A once in a lifetime chance. Something not even he was able to find or give Niklaus.

Elijah would have found his way back to her. Perhaps even sooner than expected if he'd do small steps.

Then why hasn't he told her? Why hasn't he told her that it's no goodbye forever? Why had he assumed she would know? Why ... why ... why?

▬ Somewhere in South Carolina ▬

The warning sound of his car tore him away from his thoughts and only then he realized how tightly he grabbed the wheel. He loosened his grip and exhaled before he took a look at the cockpit.

The tank is running low.

He took the next exit off the highway (he had to leave the highway anyway) and drove through lonely woods until he reached the next gas station.

It was small and pretty run-down and when he opened the door, he almost stepped into a dirty puddle mixed with petrol. Elijah wrinkled his nose but didn't waste any time. It was the first time since hours that he had gotten out of the car and back then it was just to fill up the tank. He'd enjoy the fresh air but the intense smell of petrol stung his nose.

While refueled his car, Elijah let his gaze wander through the feral landscape. It clearly was no visit-worthy area. A likewise run-down motel was attached to the gas station and he wondered what kind of people usually slept there and even wanted to pay money for it.

Once the tank was full again, Elijah approached the checkout, paying attention that he won't step in any of the countless other puddles.

"Good afternoon. I want to pay please," Elijah said casually although he knew his present had caused attention. He could tell by the way the man behind the checkout eyed him as well as the Porsche. Clearly his suit alone coasts many times more than his entire stock although that wasn't hard to tell. Half of the chocolate bars are already expired and he didn't want to watch the donuts any closer either.

The cashier was typing something in and the machine needed an awfully a lot of time to proceed with the action.

"It's rare to see such a car. It's a sportscar, right? Ferrari?" the young cashier started with the small talk which only unnerved Elijah more. He wanted to leave that disgusting location as soon as possible.

"It's a Porsche, actually" Elijah replied absently and took out his wallet from inside his suit jacket before the cashier could tell him how much he owed him.

"Oh, that's probably almost the same. It's rare to see such cars in this area. Most people don't have that much money. $ 86,55 please"

Without batting an eyelash, Elijah took out a hundred dollar note and gave it to the cashier, hoping their one-sided conversation is ended.

"That's all right, keep the change."

He turned around to leave when the men's voice broke the silence.

"Thank you so much, Sir. You won't believe how rare it is to get some kind of tip. You wouldn't believe what kind of people come in here every day...."

Elijah tried to blend out the man's monologue but something caught his attention just before he was about to leave the room.

"... young girls think they'll get anything for free if they bat their eyelashes. She really wanted to tell me she has no money despite the silver bracelet around her wrist she didn't want to trade in..."

Elijah immediately stopped in his tracks and returned to the counter with quick calculated steps.

"That girl you're talking about..." Elijah started, trying to keep his voice even, "what did she look like?"

The older man appeared to be confused by his sudden interest, but after a short moment, he finally started to spill his knowledge.

"Hard to describe. Slim figure, brown hair. She looked like a runaway. Quite beautiful but pretty worn down. But one could tell she used to have money. And I bet that bracelet was worth at least one or two hundred dollars." The man paused his speech and took in a deep breath, anger reddening his cheeks.

"Typically spoiled brat if you ask me; wanted to get me into letting her sleep in my motel without paying a penny. She had like two dollars and bought as many cereal bars as she could get but that won't buy her a ticket to a room."

Elijah's jaw tensed as he reached into the inside of his suit jacket again and pulled out his wallet just to show the man a picture of Katerina.

"Is that the girl you've seen?" he asked almost impatiently, his scrutinizing gaze fixed upon the human.

The man leaned in closer and glanced at the picture before he whistled.

"God damn, she used to look pretty. You know her?"

Elijah narrowed his eyes as he continued to look in the man's face. His eyes mirrored something he didn't approve of.

"Tell me, when did you see her? And what did she do?" Elijah compelled him, not being in the mood for another misplaced remarks. With satisfaction he observed the human's dilating pupils before the words spilled out of his mouth.

"Three weeks, maybe four weeks ago. She came in buying those cereal bars before asking if it's possible to stay for a night because it's already dark outside. She didn't come in a car, must have walked the entire way to here. I told her it's 50 Dollars and she said she doesn't have more money so I offered her a trade. Her bracelet for 90 Dollars. She refused. I told her that there's another way...." he looked down at his crotch and that was the moment Elijah snapped.

His hand rocked forward to grab the cashier's collar, pulling him over the counter. The need to do unspeakable things towards that man, to chop his head off his shoulders was so strong, so incredibly strong. He had to gather every inch of strength he had in his body to not end his unnecessary existence.

"Are you telling me that you have asked her for sexual services? A girl who clearly needed help?" Elijah's voice is a growl, his entire body tensed with anger as he compelled the truth out of the human while trying to hold back.

"Y-Yes. B-but she refused. Please. I didn't touch her. I-I swear. She left the gas station with her cereal bars," the male studdered but it wasn't enough to calm Elijah's anger.

In a flash, Elijah had moved them to the next wall, his hand now grabbed tightly around the throat of the cashier who was pressed against the wall. He was struggling for air but Elijah showed no mercy and kept his firm grip.

"You listen very carefully now. Don't ever dare to touch her or fantasize about her again or I swear your miserable existence is the last thing you need to worry about. Get that girl out of your disgusting mind and don't ever dare to assault a girl in need like that again." his tone was low but deeply threatening, the expression in his eyes deadly as he compelled him, forcing him to comply.

"Next time, you'll be dead" with that he let go of the human whose head already turned blue before Elijah stormed out of the gas station and into his car. Before he really did kill him. That wouldn't be beneficial for his search for Katerina.

And the universe knew that the only reason why he hadn't killed that human for his disgusting behavior has been Katerina. Because Elijah didn't know where she was and didn't want to scare her if rumors of someone's head being chopped off appeared. Katerina had always been a very careful and attentive person but she's also a paranoid woman who tried to detect dangers as early as possible. Such news could scare her and make her run, possibly making the situation even worse.

The anger was still evident in his eyes, even in the way he put in the gear (he almost tore it off).

Worrying about the fact he might come too late appeared to be shallow. So incredible shallow. Especially after learning that Katerina didn't have any money. That she had to beg for food or a place to stay. That she was running for miles alone on a street which was barely used.

There are some things that seemed to be worse than death, especially considering that perhaps Katerina had to sell herself for food and shelter. How long until she had to rely on that? Until someone took not only advantage of her but also of her body?

Elijah is no fool, he's aware that Katerina has always had a very healthy setting and relationship regarding sex. He also knew that she had been very sexually active in the past. However, and that's the turning point, until now, Katerina had always a choice. She did it for fun. She did it because she wanted to do it. Without any outside pressure. Not because she had to suffer hunger or sleep on the streets if she didn't do it.

A loud growl escaped his lips and he lashed out on his steering wheel before he took in a deep breath. He had to find her.

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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter is going to give more insights of what has happened in 1492 and why Elijah didn’t kill that guy. Do you have any suggestions? Feel free to let me know but remember to stay kind ♥

#Kalijah #Katherine Pierce #Elijah Mikaelson #TVD #tvd ff #vampire diaries #fanfiction #katherine x elijah #elijah x katherine #katherine stan club #elijah stan club #in another life #ial 6 #ial

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freddieslater · 3 years

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ALL OF THE WIP TITLES YOU POSTED LOOK. SO. GOOD. i'm going to limit myself to three - can i ask for three at once? is that chill? okay well i'm gonna ask anyway and you can choose one/two/all three! so here we go: "High School Musical: The Reunion: Glee Edition", "Prison World Trio", and "Shorpanga Wedding." <3 <3 <3

YOU'RE ALWAYS COMING IN HERE AND MAKING ME LOVE YOU. Of course you can ask for three, I'd have done the whole list just for you ♥️ zhhxhshz okay let's do this!! I'm gonna put a read more because it is Long

"High School Musical: The Reunion: Glee Edition"

It's occuring to me now just how misleading this title is even though it makes perfect sense to me 😭. So, this fic is actually a crossover between The Flash, Supergirl, and Glee! Basically, there's a reunion happening at McKinley and invites go out to both Barry and Kara as, in this universe, they were Sebastian and Marley (with a couple of tweaks). None of their friends are aware of their secret former lives as members of semi-successful high school glee clubs (Iris and Alex are the only ones because, well, they grew up with them)!

And to make it better: Barry and Kara didn't recognize each other either! So, you can imagine their great surprise when they both find out their high schools are hosting reunions on the same day. In the same town. In the same building. Drama ensues! They have some reunions with other ex glee club members, including one Music Meister (excluding one he-who-will-not-be-named for multiple reasons but one being that he was also in Supergirl and I'm not going out of my way to find a loophole in the plot that makes sense for him). Their friends find out! Songs are probably sung!

And here is your snippet:

He can't go. Barry decides it without even opening the email. Or the three Facebook messages, or the two voicemails, or the five texts. They're all from the same person, more or less. One of the messages is from Trent, and he feels a bit worse about ignoring that one than the rest, but he can't because the second he opens a single one of them, it's over.

The date for the reunion is in a week and he's managed perfectly to ignore it so far! If he just waits until the date passes, then he can reply to Trent and to Blaine with profuse apologizes, but he was busy, and he never got around to checking any of his emails or texts, but he really is so sorry to have missed it, maybe they can meet up just the three of them sometime soon?

A deep sigh is pulled from between his ribs. He slumps back in his chair and closes his eyes, letting himself spin slowly.

"You should go," Iris insists. Barry opens his eyes and catches a glimpse of her across the room, leaning against his desk. Possibly accidentally touching evidence. Totally fine, not a problem at all. "Seriously, it's been ten years! I know that it's not Dalton and technically McKinley wasn't your school, but everyone you went to Dalton with will be there."

"That's the problem," Barry emphasizes, his hands dragging through his hair to grab the top of the chair. "I just... the thought of facing any of them now? After everything, after ten years?"

He just shakes his head, pressing his lips together. His stomach is rocking and he's aware that the spinning probably isn't helping, but he's also afraid that if he stops he might throw up. So he pushes himself with his foot and goes around again, only catching a blur of Iris' exasperated expression.

"Things are different now!" she tries again. "You've seen Blaine and Trent! Look how much they've changed. Who's to say that it's not the same for everyone else? I mean, you're certainly not who you were when you went there -- you're not him anymore; Sebastian."

"Prison World Trio"

This is, unsurprisingly, a TVD fic. I decided, you know the only thing that could make Bonnie and Damon being trapped in the Prison World more interesting than it already is? If Enzo was there, too. So, essentially, he waits on the other side until Damon arrives because he's actually worried about him, but by the time Alaric has been sent through to the land of the living, the spell has been broken, leaving Damon and Enzo trapped along with Bonnie. Then bam! Prison World! Now, I don't have a clear idea of where I go from there, but I know that it involves domestic shenanigans, catching feelings + old feelings resurfacing with angst and arguments and Bonnie wanting to murder both of them! They will, of course, still meet Kai and that's a whole thing because it's Kai, but I still haven't decided an ending yet.

Stop! Snippet time!:

"Take him," Bonnie says to Damon. "Please. He's your murder buddy, not mine."

"Hold on, I still have a say in this," Enzo tries to protest. "And for the record, I am no one's murder buddy anymore. I wouldn't be here if I was, now would I?"

Damon groans, "Oh my god, let it go, we're stuck with each other now, alright? So, your little grudge isn't exactly going to do anyone any good, and if you haven't noticed, you're not exactly dead anymore, so would you shut up?"

"Oh, well I'm glad to know that my death is a mere grudge to you," Enzo quips back drily, throwing a hand up. "You sure you want me to come with you at all? By the sounds of it, you wouldn't even notice if I was gone, so how about you two go ahead and I'll just be on my merry way."

Unbelievable. Trust Enzo to kick up a tantrum at the most inconvenient of times. Damon looks to Bonnie to share in his exasperation, but she raises her eyebrows and presses her lips together in a clear display of not taking sides. Though her pointed silence and looking away feels a whole lot like tiptoeing onto a side.

"Are you -- No!" Damon waves his hands. "How is splitting up going to help us? No, either you come with me, or you go with Bonnie. Your choice, but those are your only two options."

"I'm not exactly seeing how you're going to enforce that if I decide on neither," Enzo says with a shrug, and at this point, Damon's thinking he's just doing it to piss him off. Then again, that's usually his motivation.

"I'll just..." Bonnie gives a vague motion behind ahead of her with an awkward smile and proceeds to try and edge away, "leave you two to it,"

"Wait," Enzo calls to her, staring at Damon, "I'm coming with you."

Damon stares back at him, arms spread. But Enzo just gives him one last look before walking away. Bonnie falters uncertainly and doesn't look too thrilled about this decision either but she just shrugs at Damon like she's sorry, then she goes after Enzo. Leaving Damon standing in the middle of the road on his own.

Fantastic. Just the way he likes it.

"Shorpanga Wedding"

Title says it all, really, I think. We're at Cory and Topanga's wedding (this is Boy Meets World if that wasn't clear), and Shawn is obviously a mess because the two people he is in love with are getting married, but they don't know he's in love with them, and now his chance to say anything is about to be gone! I'm going to need to rewatch that episode before I can get back to this one because I can't remember a lot of what was said, but I know it's going to be extremely angsty with a happy ending!

Teeny tiny snippet:

Don’t go in. Shawn repeats the words over and over in his head, pacing the hall of the fanciest hotel he’s ever stepped foot in. But he came this far, didn’t he? He can’t let how he’s feeling get in the way of this. It’s Cory’s wedding. And… Topanga’s. His best friends. How can he not go in?

He stops pacing and looks down at the rings in the palm of his hand. If he goes in there, these rings will be on Cory’s and Topanga’s fingers for the rest of their lives.

Groaning, he clenches his hand into a fist, feeling the rings dig into his palm. He starts pacing again until singing starts up around the corner. Oh god. What does singing mean at a wedding? That it’s over?

But it can’t be, not without the rings, right? Or did they find replacements? Did they just assume that he would let them down, that he wouldn't show up, so they just went ahead without him?

There’s only one way to find out.

Taking a deep breath, he turns the corner and walks through the hall. His heart leaps into his throat at the sight of the wedding taking place. Cory and Topanga at the altar together. Nausea sweeps over him, but he bites the inside of his cheek and ignores how disconnected his head feels from the rest of his body as he marches up the aisle towards them. He glances at the stage and notices Mrs Matthews on it, the source of the singing. Figures.

Every step forward feels heavier than the last, and like he’s a roadrunner heading straight for the exact spot where the anvil is hanging, waiting to drop and crush him. Except seeing Cory and Topanga standing there, ready to get married, has already done that.

This took me so long to answer but it has been so fun!! Thank you for asking for three at once, you're amazing and wonderful!

#trulyalpha #ask away earthlings!#wip folder meme #fanfiction stuff #works in progress #the flash #glee #the vampire diaries #boy meets world

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dylanobrienisbatman · 4 years

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I know we’ve talked about all of these but tell us more about the S6 Vampire Diaries AU & the Anastasia AU!!!

I did the TVD one here :)

As for my Anastasia AU, this is a super old idea that i had ages ago that i just never really worked on... but refuse to get rid of. I actually did a little writing on it back in the day (1280 words!!!!), and i still have dreams of finishing it... So...

My Becho Anastasia AU!

- Echo as Anastasia, the lost princess

- Bellamy as Dimitri

- Murphy as Vlad (and Emori as Sophie!)

- Harper as the Dowager Empress, but tweaked so instead she’s the sister not the grandma

- Other characters TBD honestly...

Here’s a little snippet!

The snow around her ankles was seeping through the thick wool of her socks that showed between her shoes and the too-short hem of her trousers. She turned around, staring up at the high gate of the fence that wrapped all the way around the girls boarding school she had grown up in, smoke rising from the chimney the only sign of any life. Kitty. That was her name. The one she had been given. She couldn’t remember a time before being dropped off at the school, only fragments, that she wasn’t positive weren’t just dreams or made up stories. She had been young, barely 9, and had been called Kitten by one of the nuns who ran the school, because she had followed her around for a little while after she first arrived. It sort of seemed endearing at first, like a nickname for the nameless girl, but she soon realised that was far from the truth. It was venom they spit at her. A little girl, no home, no family, left on their doorstep to be cared for on their dime. No money to give, no memory, a little girl who had to be rebuilt from the foundations. The little feral stray, bothersome and underfoot. They called her Kitty because they could not be bothered to name her.

She scrubbed chimney shoots and floors, she made fires and washed bathrooms, she ate in the kitchen, with the cook, the only kind person in the whole place, a man named Nyko. He always snuck her extra portions, and made sure she got warm soup broth at night when it was particularly cold. She would miss him, but no one else.

The wind nipped at her through her sweater, so she pulled her coat closed around her, buttoning it all the way to her neck, wrapping her scarf around her nose and mouth, and pulling the knit beanie down over her ears, and started walking.

She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she was 20, best as they could assume, and that meant they didn’t have to keep her anymore. She left with proof of her degree, a small bag of food, and the little money Nyko could spare her, in a backpack, and the clothes on her back.

She had walked for maybe half an hour, down a relatively deserted road, when she came to a fork. The sign said that left would take her to Glasgow, and right would take her to some town she had never heard of. She stood a minute in the middle of the road, staring at the sign. Both were paths untaken, both were places unseen. But something in her, something deep and long buried, drew her left. So she followed her instinct.

Little did she know what it would bring her.

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Bellamy and Murphy were half asleep. They had already seen 16 girls, but it was pointless.

There had been a reward announced, by Princess Harper, the last living member of the McIntyre family, an old royal Scottish family, for any information regarding her missing sister. The McIntyre Family had been killed off, brutally, almost 13 years before, but the Princess Harper had been away, studying in secret at an elite private school in Switzerland, and when her security was informed of the massacre of her family, she was whisked away to Paris to be kept safe. She had recently sent out an announcement of a handsome sum for anyone who found her sister, Princess Echo, alive or dead, or any information of her whereabouts.

So they were auditioning Princesses.

“Isn’t this like… just a little bit sleezy of us?” Bellamy sighed, rubbing his face with his hands before picking up the next girl from the pile. Zoe Monroe, wealthy family who lost their money. She didn’t even look the part. He tossed it into the no pile.

“Nah man. The princess wants her family back, but how would she even know. Besides, she’s most likely dead anyway.” Murphy muttered, not looking up from a sheet describing a girl named Roma. He tossed her into the “maybe” pile.

“Tall, brunette, she could do it.”

“I’m done for tonight man. This is too much. Can we just go, we still have to-”

“Yeah, I know our evening plans.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes, and called the last auditioning girl in. She introduced herself and talked a little, too much, with a thick german accent and her red hair was so bright it almost burned his eyes.

“Thanks, but no.” He called out over the stage. She huffed and stomped off. “I need dinner before we do it.”

“Yeah sure.”

Murphy gathered all the applications, and stuffed them into his book bag, and they both yanked on their coats and stepped out into the brisk winter air.

honestly re-reading this i really wanna jump back in... so if anyone is interested lemme know because i could actually give this a go!

#becho #echo x bellamy #wip game

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cupcakemolotov · 5 years

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A Broken Shield

Posted for Day One: Mythological Creatures of Klaroline AU Week. Not particularly mythological in this one, but did a bit of a role swap with Klaus as a witch and Caroline as a werewolf. Very AU, and not sticking to any TVD Canon. A tiny smidge of angst, but not romantically.

The bar was filled with smoke, the low voice of a witch touched with magic singing to the crowd. Not a siren, Caroline decided as she threaded through the swaying bodies, but perhaps a few drops of fae blood. Her voice was sweet if not strong, and her face was engagingly human. It was a song that invited you to stay, to drink, and probably why she had this gig. Once upon a time Caroline would have had a quiet word or five with the owner, given them a nice little fine. Mood magic was illegal when mixed with alcohol unless expressly agreed to and she hadn’t seen any of those warnings.

But she wasn’t a cop anymore. She had no authority and, Caroline supposed, no real inclination to involve herself in this small racquet. She’d only ducked into the bar to make use of its backdoor into an alley. It was a familiar shortcut, and her feet had followed the path without much thought.

Evening was starting to fall over the city, the softly falling snow pretty. She knew somewhere in the city a body was cooling and a detective was cursing the snowfall, the way it would ruin the lingering scents. A werewolf nose might be inadmissible in court, but no one was quite willing to dismiss what it could find, either. That forty-eight hours ago she’d been both detective and wolf had been an assist.

Now, she’d been striped of her badge and her wolf was angry. Pausing to let her eyes scan the room, she tiredly rolled her neck. She’d left the quiet seclusion of her apartment in hopes that a long walk would smooth the jagged edges of being so unceremoniously thrown out of what she’d considered her pack. The way her partner had watched her with a set expression.

Matt hadn’t been surprised.

That had hurt the most. An unexpected betrayal from the one place she’d stopped looking for it inside a department that had slowly turned from home to a false sanctuary over the last decade. Police Chief Mason Lockwood was thinning the ranks, cutting his losses and she’d ended up on the chopping block.

She’d known it was coming as soon as she’d seen the faces around her when she’d walked in, had braced her wolf with a stubborn will when she’d wanted to use teeth. Better to go now, when she still had her dignity and her pride than to let a man who would never be her alpha try to wear her down.

It would be hard to find short term work in the city. No private agency would be willing to take her so soon, and even her nearly impeachable record wouldn’t mean much in a place where human and supernatural no longer blended quite so seamlessly. Something dangerous was brewing in the streets, but those were worries for another day. Tonight, she needed to burn off enough aggigitation that she could sleep.

Ignoring the little tug of suggestion to continue to linger, her wolf brushed the magic easily aside, Caroline stepped back into the softly falling snow. Shutting the door quietly, she turned let the fresh air clear her nose. The snow was sharp, and underneath it were the lingering hints of those who’d walked the alley before her. The wind shifted, and her hair slid across her face just as another, more familiar scent caught her attention.

Stiffening, she bit down on a growl of frustration as the witch she had been hoping to avoid until she got her emotions under control turned and walked down the narrow alley. He paused for a moment, clearly not expecting to find someone already in the alley, before his mouth curled into a familiar, pleased smile.

With tumbled curls and entirely unfair lips, Klaus Mikaelson skittered along the edge of being almost too pretty. He played his natural charisma very well, oozing charm and enough heat to make the even the most devout of grandmother’s take notice. Caroline wasn’t devout and over the years she’d had cause to be thankful that he didn’t have the same sense of smell that she did.

“Detective,” he murmured. She had been braced for the familiar greeting, but flinched anyway. His smile flattened, gaze turning diamond hard. “So it’s not just a rumor.”

Caroline shoved her fingers into her jacket pockets to hide the way her nails curled into her palms. Forcing herself to ignore the flutter of happiness that coursed through her at his obvious temper on her behalf, she sidestepped his words. “Mikaelson. What are you doing here?”

His gaze narrowed at her deflect, and Klaus moved closer, until the familiar bite of his cologne and his intriguing personal scent overpowered everything else. “I own this bar.”

She blinked and looked over her shoulder at the dipilated sign, the scarred wood and slightly outdated exterior. It didn’t surprise her that he owned more real estate than the Department knew about, she just hadn’t expected this location to be one of them. Brow arching, she turned back to him, voice dry. “Did you know you’re employing someone with siren blood to sing without proper warnings?”

“Am I?” He shrugged. “Resumes are so hard to trust these days.”

Half-tempted to smile at his blasé tone, she shook her head and made to move further down the alley. Klaus shifted, blocking her path with his body. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Caroline blinked and then frowned. “I’m not in the mood to be interrogated.”

Her firing was still to new, too bloody of a cut for her to be willing to discuss it. That Klaus even knew about it confirmed her long held belief that he had eyes and ears inside the Department. It wasn’t much of a surprise, she’d spent years trying to get a mole inside his organization. It did suck that he’d been better at it than her.

“Just a conversation, Caroline,” he coaxed. “We are something like friends, are we not?”

Her lips pursed as she considered his words. The thing between her and Klaus was complicated. He was pushy at his best, murderous at his worst. But much to her chagrin, her wolf had liked him from the start. Klaus, with his charm and his playfulness that acted as such a thin veneer for the violence that lived beneath his skin. It had taken the cop much longer to be so accepting, so willing to acknowledge the attraction he’d had never once tried to ignore.

Today, heart sick and bruised, she wasn’t sure spending time with him was such a good idea. But then again, Klaus had never betrayed her and she’d given him ample opportunity for it. Maybe some company, familiar as he was, would ease her wolf enough she could sleep.

“One drink,” she agreed finally. Shoving her hair back, she glanced at the bar and shook her head. “Something quieter than here, please.”

His lips curved, dimple a shadowed tease. “I know a place.”

“When I said quieter, I didn’t necessarily mean empty.” Caroline’s words echoed around the room, and Klaus chuckled as he walked around the bar. His boots were surprisingly soft on the wood, and she absently wondered if he’d spelled them.

Witches.

Giving herself a moment, she admired the feel of the newly renovated bar. If she remembered correctly, the location had been run by a witch twenty years ago and the premise had been badly damaged by a gang fight, and it had shut down shortly after. It had sat empty and rotting for a long time.

She glanced back to find him watching her, his eyes shadowed in the low light. He seemed content to watch her, but she hadn’t been looking for echoes of her own heartbeat, and this place was an old memory. “Do you own this one too?”

Klaus’ laughter was soft. “Not exactly.”

Caroline wondered what that meant. Shaking her head, she let her gaze sweep over the changes. “The update is lovely.”

His gaze sparked with curiosity. “Did you know it before?”

Unwinding her scarf, she finally walked towards him. “I used to live in the area.”

His brows arched high and he tipped his head towards a stool. “I didn’t know that.”

She gave him credit for only allowing a hint of disgruntlement to leak into his voice. Klaus had never taken kindly to her secrets. “Should you have?”

The look he gave her was flat and she laughed. Even if she hadn’t been the cop who butted heads against him and his people the most frequently, she thought that he might have still dug through her life with a fine tooth comb. She didn’t know what it would mean now that they were no longer technically on opposite sides.

“It was a few years before I decided to be a cop again, and long before I’d have been on your radar.” Caroline murmured, answering his unvoiced question as she finished shedding her outer layer.

Klaus considered her words with a little frown, but his face quickly smoothed over. “Perhaps.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline pointed at the wall lined with bottles. “I was promised a drink.”

He glanced at the collection of booze. “Gin, if I remember correctly?”

She snorted. “Tonight is definitely a tequila night.”

His brow arched but he obligingly hunted for a shot glass, movements sure and easy. Caroline wondered how much time he’d spent behind a bar. Picturing him with rolled back sleeves, the hint of the tattoos that were only partly visible when he bared his forearms, left her feeling a little flushed.

Pre-cop Caroline would have flirted hard.

She’d have to decide what post-cop Caroline wanted.

“Lime?” His voice cut smoothly through her thoughts, and she shook her head.

“Not tonight.” Caroline braced her arm on the bar, studied him as he moved. “When did you work behind a bar?”

His lips curled as he poured her a shot and then set the bottle next to her. “Here and there, as needed. It’s a bit of a rare occurrence now.”

Klaus didn’t give her a chance to respond, lifting his own bottle of choice, some fancy bourbon, and saluting. Tipping her head, Caroline downed her shot, and she let the burn of it ease the knot in her chest. It didn’t touch the grief, but the tight muscles in her neck eased a hair. Maybe she’d consider getting drunk after all.

When she was alone again.

“I am sorry, Caroline,” Klaus said once she’d poured herself another drink, his voice low. She looked up to find him watching her, mouth set in a hard line. “The city will miss you as a detective.”

There was a wealth of meaning under his words. She and Klaus had worked against each more often than their goals had aligned, but he’d never let her chosen profession get in the way of what he claimed he wanted. He’d always done his best to push past the shield she wore, figuratively and literally, to find the woman, the wolf, behind the badge. But in his pursuit, he’d never ignored what she was trying to accomplish or how good she was at her job. It’d been the reason she’d never been able to fully shake him. He’d been as frustrated as he’d been fascinated by the cop.

But she didn’t feel up to picking through those layers. Not tonight. “Thank you,” she said simply.

Klaus’ head tipped and his gaze moved along her face. “I am somewhat disappointed that Donovan has chosen to abandon you so fully.”

Caroline’s fingers curled a little tighter around her glass, and she frowned at him. “You’re fishing.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what happened in the precinct, sweetheart. It’s all over your face. For all that you’ve chosen to disavow the packs in the city, you’ve always been a creature that seeks bonds.” Klaus took another pull on the bourbon. “Lockwood is a fool.”

Caroline set her teeth, because she agreed. “Putting a wolf in charge of other wolves is never a good idea.”

Not without a clear cut dominance already in place. Human laws required that they avoid inconvenient things like dominance fights, and she hadn’t been the only wolf to disappear from the force. Mason was strong. But he wasn’t quite strong enough to leash the city. Caroline wasn’t sure he understood that. Her ex-captain was a political beast, and his vision was short sighted.

Her wolf hated him.

Klaus licked along his lower lip, eyes probing. “Rumor has it Lockwood considers himself the Alpha, that he is trying to organize the packs.”

Caroline reached for the tequila. Her hand didn’t shake, but the hot spike of her wolf burned through her in a visceral rejection of such a move. When she glanced back up, Klaus was watching her with eyes gone calculating.

“Mason Lockwood is no one’s alpha. He isn’t strong enough.” Her words were curt.

The curve of his smile was dangerous. “Not for you.”

She shook her head. “He shouldn’t be strong enough for anyone.”

“Why?”

Scowling, Caroline took the shot. “Didn’t I say I didn’t want an interrogation?”

He made a low noise of derision. “This is hardly an interrogation, love. Merely… a conversation. I’d say one between friends, but we’ve never quite managed that, have we?”

“That’s because you’re a delinquent.”

His laugh was loud in the empty bar, the faint creases near his eyes doing unnecessary things to her chest. Dimples flashing, he shrugged. “Be as that may, that is hardly a current impediment.”

“You want to be friends?” The disbelief in her voice wasn’t faked. Caroline wasn’t sure either of them would easily be friends. The casual intimacy of it, the level of trust required for such a thing, it would always try to bleed into more. It was why she’d never let herself interact with him as anything but the cop.

His eyes brightened with the familiar witch fire, irises turning incandescent for a dozen heartbeats. “No.”

They stared at each other, the unspoken heat burning between them. Her wolf wouldn’t let her back down and Klaus had never given her an inch when he could take ground instead. Gaze narrowing, she let a hint of her wolf bleed into the open, the strict restraints of the cop gone. “Why bring me here?”

Something hot moved behind his eyes, a bright flash of the temper he hid behind the thin veneer of charm. “Your pain isn’t for public consumption, Caroline. It’s a private matter, with teeth. I don’t plan to share it.”

Her breath caught in her throat at the rage beneath his words. Her wolf liked that he understood. “I’m not yours to protect.”

He set his bottle down and pressed against the bar. “Not yet.”

Caroline’s gaze narrowed. “Arrogant.”

His dimples creased his cheeks and he shrugged. “Perhaps. But not entirely unfounded. We’ve known each other for ten years now, give or take. And neither my more… suspect activities not your previous profession has managed to cool the draw between us.”

Klaus was right and it was infuriating. There was something about him that tempted her, no matter what she told herself. Letting her wolf out to play, to challenge him, might have been a mistake. But it was no easy thing, to cage what lived beneath her skin. “I’m not even sure I’ll stay in the city.”

It was as close as she’d ever come to lying to him, and the angle of his jaw turned to stone. They stared at each other, tension a near violent thing between them, and she watched, fascinated, as he visibly unlocked his shoulders.

“Where would you go?”

Bemused at his iron restraint, Caroline shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He gave a short nod, the muscles in his jaw jumping. “Why leave at all?”

“If I stay, I become a direct challenge to Mason’s authority. He’s been systematically edging out any wolf strong enough to challenge him. And now, with a police force at his beck and call?” She shook her head slowly even as her wolf stretched its claws beneath her skin.

“If your concern is his influence in the city, that’s easily handled.” A curl of his lip, gaze intent on his face. “You could work for me.”

Caroline snorted, derision clear on her face. “You can’t be serious.”

Both of his brows arched, Klaus seemingly unbothered by her disbelief. “Why not?”

There were dozens of reasons. Working for Klaus would be a risk in more than one area, and she wasn’t sure if it was smart. “You cannot possibly want the extra scrutiny such a move would bring to your... business. Mason already hates you, helping me would not improve things.”

Klaus’ magic sparked across his eyes in tiny, golden starbursts. “Lockwood is going to have enough trouble now that it is clear he’s using the humans to build himself a tiny fiefdom. Picking a fight with me will not be in his best interest, but I do so hope he tries it.”

He meant it.

Staring at him, all Caroline could find was that dangerous calculation that had always fascinated as it had repelled. Fascinated, because Klaus had always been far more comfortable with the monster he’d become than she’d ever dared. Repelled, because the cop, her mother’s legacy, had always demanded she cage those instincts.

Agreeing to his offer would be dangerous.

“Klaus…”

“Caroline.”

The drawl of her name was a challenge. Setting her jaw, she pushed loose tendrils of her hair away from her face. “I’m not saying yes, but what on earth can you possibly expect I’d do?”

Opening his arms, Klaus smiled. “Work here.”

She blinked at him. “You want me to wait tables?”

“I want you to run the place. It needs a manager.”

He really couldn’t be serious. “I thought you didn’t own this bar?”

“A mere technicality.”

Exasperated, Caroline looked at the ceiling for patience. “I’m a cop. That skill set doesn’t exactly translate to managing a business. Much less a bar.”

“Nonsense,” Klaus dismissed. “You’re more than capable of anything you set your mind to, love. Running a bar is hardly the challenge of hunting a killer, true. But perhaps you owe it to yourself to give yourself a breather before you go headlong into your next adventure.”

He meant it. The tense set of his jaw, the way his full lips pressed briefly together. It was mostly impossible to hide a lie from her wolf, and she was cop trained. More importantly, she knew Klaus.

He’d give her this. A reprieve. A moment to find her feet. And maybe he’d even let her walk away. This terrible, fascinating man who held his people and his territory in an iron fist.

For the first time, Caroline wanted to kiss him. To taste that unflinching belief in her on his tongue, to see if he felt as good as he looked. Flexing her fingers against the wood, she forced herself to ignore the burn of want in her veins and think.

She’d loved this city. Caroline had lived as a lone wolf for too many years, watching her human mother age. She’d become a sheriff for her mom, had become a detective because it’d been familiar when she’d needed it. After her mother’s death, she’d walked away from her roots, her life and drifted for a decade. New York City had given her purpose. Klaus was part of that. But now she was cut loose from those ties, all her old human expectations, she knew her wolf would not so easily be pushed aside a third time.

Caroline had no desire to surrender another inch to Mason. Not of her life. Not of her city. And her wolf wanted Klaus. It always had and maybe she owed it to herself to discover why.

Something inside her chest settled, and she huffed to herself as she realized she’d needed this. To know that she wasn’t on her own again and beneath her rage and grief, she could see the start of a plan.

“Are you sure?” Caroline said slowly, glancing at Klaus from beneath her lashes. “I’m pushy. I’m likely to take over everything and claim it as mine, and don’t even get me started on the mess behind you.”

His slow curling smile was satisfied and devious in all the best ways, but he obligingly glanced over his shoulder. “Mess?”

She sighed heavily. “I thought you said you worked in a bar? Who organized the liquor, Klaus, and why did they think this was a good idea?”

A low sound of amusement. “I’m sure you’ll set it to rights.” Caroline rolled her eyes, but her grumpy response was cut off as he braced a hand on the counter between them and leaned forward. His eyes were witch-blue, sparks of gold glittering along his iris. “As for the rest, claim what you will, love. Claim everything, if you like. But don't be surprised if it claims you back.”

Her lips caught his before she’d thought the motion through. His unspoken warning that walking away would be no easy thing mingled with the promise his eyes made every time his gaze caught hers. The taste of his magic on his lips, the low rumble of surprise and want as his hands reached for her, was heady. Pulling away before he could tangle his fingers in her hair, she leaned back just enough that he’d have to follow her over the bar counter to kiss her again.

“Caroline.”

The edge in his voice, the glint behind his eyes left her lips inexplicably curling. Swiping her scarf from the counter, she didn’t bother hiding her amusement.

“Klaus.”

He didn’t chase her, though the slow drag of his tongue across his lips told her he was considering it. Gaze finally narrowing in a clear warning, he tipped his head to the side. “Is that a yes?”

Dragging her teeth along her lower lip just to watch his eyes chase the motion, she shrugged. “It’s a ‘have your people send me their best offer’ and I’ll think about it.”

His dimples teased his cheeks with a smile that was all danger. “I like a challenge, love. Are you sure you want to throw down this particular gauntlet?”

Buttoning her jacket, she shrugged. “I’ll guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

Spinning on her heel, Caroline didn’t let herself turn back, even when his laughter followed her into the snow. Smiling widening, she turned her face up into the falling snow. For the first time since she’d left her precinct without her badge, she could breathe properly.

She should probably avoid letting Klaus know that any time soon.

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