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klaroline-fantasies · 5 years

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Kalijah Drabble

It was really meant to be a sentence for a friend of mine, it turned into this.

@thememoriesofaqueen

“Everyone seems to believe that I tolerate each and every atrocious thing that Niklaus does with a simple pat on the back and light scolding. For a thousand years, Niklaus has taken the things we’ve loved from us so we may share in his inner misery and swim in his pool of loneliness. I too have taken lovers throughout the years that he has taken from me, though it would make me sad, even on rare occasions, devastated with him…but I would always revise my cause to mend my brother from the horrendous parenting styles of Esther and Mikael and I never stopped loving him”

Katherine raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. She had no idea what his words were designed to do, but she does not feel the love right now.

“You are the exception, Katerina. I think at times even Niklaus knew this, still has knowledge of this. Niklaus made a promise to hunt you till the ends of the earth and yet he hasn’t truly looked. I think it also played a part in returning your freedom to you. Though I chased you Katerina, it was never my intention to ever hand you over to him, and I think he too knew this. It was the ultimate test I think, to confirm who I’m most loyal to. I believe he knows the truth…the consequences”

Katherine’s heart raced as her eyes pierced him like a knife. She dared not blink so she would never miss a second of his words “What truth?”

This time, he looked at her with loving eyes and she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding.

“Katerina, my love for you is absolute and unwavering. It is as dark as the night sky and as bright as the sun. It is as unyielding as the truth. I can tolerate many things from Niklaus and he will still have my loyalty and my love because as brothers, as friends, as allies…that bond should never break. But when it comes to you, my love…our lines will be drawn. If anything is to ever happen to you—fatal or otherwise—and Niklaus were to be directly or indirectly involved…the millennial tale of two eternal brothers will have come to an abrupt end. He will no longer be my brother, my friend, my colleague, my partner, my ally…he won’t even be given the privilege of being my enemy, my nightmare or my foe…there will be nothing left to fix. I will no longer have a brother or a friend or a partner or an ally. He will be nothing to me. I won’t have to seek any justice or revenge. I will leave and never return. He will never find me and if he truly values the life he has he shall never look. If we were to ever cross paths he will not exist to me, not anymore. He will be truly and irrevocably alone”

Her shocked expression was not lost on him. She must have assumed he would allow Niklaus to simply take her life as 500 year old token of her decision to delay his broken curse. Throughout the years he has had doubts on what he would do should anything happen to her at his brother’s hands. He knew he would retaliate, but would he accept his brother even after such a thing? He was not sure of it yet.

Until their moments together when they plotted to secure the cure so she may use it to bargain for her freedom. He was sure then. Perhaps it had to do with the 500 year old question he had…did she even care for him at all? He would have still removed Niklaus from his life.

Because if his own flesh and blood who he had stuck by for a thousand years, taken each and every blow they came to, all the destruction he caused and the turmoil he plagued their siblings with, and still turn on his most loyal confidant…then all hope would have been truly lost for him…because he would not be able to try any longer.

He had rendered her speechless. He was confused by that a bit. Well yes he has always been loyal to Niklaus for as long as he’s known the air he breathes, but Niklaus has never really went out of his way to do such atrocious things to him as he would do to their other siblings, not really. Perhaps it was because he always steered clear of anything that could be taken from him should he gain attachment to it. It was why he always stayed away from her as much as he could…because wherever Elijah went; Niklaus would soon follow and if he were to follow him to any destination where Katerina reside…she would meet her end. He would blame his brother and himself.

“You are shocked by this. I understand that. My entire goal has always been to make sure I never had to give up either of you or choose. I never wanted to choose, I would never allow circumstances that would require that I make a choice. If I leave you to your distance, and make sure to warn you in some way of our nearness, I can keep you safe and mend my brother. Truthfully I never could envision the circumstance we are in right now. You and I together, my brother also with me a changed man—or at least on his way…It seems I’ve racked up a debt to Ms. Forbes I may never truly be able to repay even with my immortality or time”

He noticed she had tears in her eyes. He’s never really seen her cry, not really. She had a moment when she was human, a moment he remembered all too well where he found her sobbing by herself. He left her to her devices and just listened to her. He never mentioned it. He would see disappointment in her eyes, sadness, amusement, faked innocence…but never tears. He admired her for it. Lord knows he’s shed more than hundreds of lifetimes worth of tears even in between the timeline of her transition to vampirism.

She grazed his cheek with the back of her knuckles as the tears she had been holding back fell.

“I’ve never needed knight in shining armor to save me. I’m Katherine Pierce of course” he let out a small smile at that, well aware just how independent and a capable woman she was. Then her other hand touched the other side of his cheek as they lay naked on his bed under the sheets “But I’ve always wanted one”

He let out a sound between a breath and a laugh at her words, his chest swelling with pride.

#drabbles #mydrabbles #mine #kalijah #kalijah drabble #kalijah drabbles #katherine x elijah #elijah x katherine

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strongbeautifulfulloflight · 6 years

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Like Kats and Dogs

In light of an awful series finale with no closure or glimpse of what came next whatsoever, I decided to explore the idea of what happened to Elijah post death. Obviously he has some unfinished business to attend to...

“Like Kats and Dogs”

The last thing he remembered was Niklaus’ face turning to ash before his eyes. His heart was wrecked from the sight, but he rested easy knowing his brother’s redemption was finally off his conscience and that his family would live fulfilled lives, even without him. He walked through the empty mansion they had once inhabited with a complacent smile, reminiscing over the many memories they’d made here. He hadn’t expected the return to Mystic Falls in his death, but given that it was his birthplace, it made sense. Given that this mansion was where his family was reunited, it was perfect. Everything was still in place the way they had left it and yet something was different. He couldn't place it. As he cut through the ball room he ran his hand along the railing of the spiral staircase where they addressed the small town for the first time as a unit. He passed through the hallway and glimpsed the hole in the wall of the study where he and Klaus had fought. The recollection made him smile. His steps echoed against the walls as he walked and he grew more and more curious as to why he couldn’t seem to find his brother. Surely they would have been brought to the same place, but life after death could be tricky. Perhaps this could be another door situation. And then another thought crossed his mind. Having lived his life as a man of his word, he expected to fulfill a very important he promise he’d made to another no longer among the living. One dance, and a thousand eternities. And yet no spirits to be found in this carcass of a house. A gust of wind whooshed behind him making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He stopped in his tracks, shoulders setting as he hardened his stance in defense. “Niklaus?” he called out, his voice booming back to him with no response. His eyes narrowed and he turned his head suspiciously. “…Hayley?” A scoffing laugh echoed in the wind, a malicious whisper in his ear. His blood ran cold, heat flushing through his body in a scalding sensation. He recognized that sound. He’d longed for it for centuries, chased it down like his very own elixir of life.

He could feel her looming with every fiber of his being. When he turned around, she was there in the doorway of the Great Room, one hand on the door panel and the other propped against her popped hip, her head tilted just enough to make her curls spill down her shoulder. Her eyes bore the Devil’s stare. “Don’t look so disappointed,” she greeted him. He blinked slowly and the breath he had been holding finally released. “Katerina.” He didn’t bother to hide the disillusion from his voice. She perked up with a playful little bounce in her step as she meandered his way. “Happy to see me?” “Confused would be a more appropriate term.” “I know. You were expecting someone else. Spoiler alert - she’s not here.” She raised her finger. “But the real question is, why did you get sent to the same place that I did?” His expression cooled. “Obviously this is Hell.” And though his tone implied insult, his smirk contradicted. “It was,” she agreed with a wicked grin all her own, stalking toward him predatorily. “Until you got here.” “If I am doomed to spend forever being manipulated by more of your mind games, then yes, I do believe this is Hell.” She began to circle him and he felt very much familiar with being her prey. “What are you doing?” “Taking you in.” She tsked. “The years have not been good to you.” “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?” “Why am I here in general or why am I here and not Hayley?” He tried to show no emotion but she caught the flicker in his eyes, the twitch of his brow, the way his head jerked just a little. “I guess not all dogs go to Heaven.” She grinned and went down the hallway toward where the kitchen used to be. His heart twisted at the notion but something beckoned him to follow after her. She was helping herself to a drink at the island; red wine which she preemptively sipped from the bottle before putting it back in the wine fridge below. He watched her curiously, as she moved to the full sized fridge next and then to one of the cabinets, fixing to make herself a platter of cheeses to go with her drink. She was so oddly at home. “How long have you been here?” She popped a block of gouda in her mouth as she mulled it over. “I lost count. How many years has it been?” “You've been here since the day you died?” “Well, not the whole time. The first time I died I wound up in Bulgaria where I got to see my human life on loop. So boring. Then, after I came back to get my vengeance and Stefan killed us both, I came here. No memories, no people, just a big empty house that I can never leave.” His eyes widened. Just as she expected, he made a vampiric beeline for the door. She leaned over the counter and waited for the inevitable. The door slammed shut and he reappeared within minutes, gaping like a lost little puppy. “Try the back door this time. It's a trip.” “Why am I unable to leave?” She shrugged and it infuriated him even more. “What aren't you telling me, Katerina? WHY are you here?” She spread her arms across the counter, palms down, leaning forward with a secretive look. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” His glare made her wink and she righted herself, taking up her glass to down almost half of it. “Maybe it’s Hell’s way of killing two birds with one stone.” She rounded the island, slowly nearing him. “I get to spend an eternity watching you brood over the baby mama you wanted to be with, and you – ” “Get to spend an eternity watching you brood over the Salvatore who never wanted to be with you.” Her spine straightened at that. “If that's what you think, then you don't know me at all.” “You seemed pretty adamant about him from what little I'd heard.” “Aw, you were keeping tabs.” She tugged his tie with a mocking pout, speaking through clenched teeth, “That. Is so. Cute.” He grabbed her wrist and yanked his neck away, detaching them from each other. She raised a brow, momentarily impressed, and he let her arm drop. “What? Did you really think you were going to get your happily ever after, Elijah? None of us do.” She rolled her eyes. “Except Elena. The world’s precious gift to humanity.” Katherine turned her back again and returned to her wine glass. His palm swept over his chin and then he covered his mouth in distress. “This cannot be where I'm meant to be. I should be with my brother. With Hayley.” “And I should be with my daughter.” Her eyes pierced his. “Instead I'm stuck here in this stupid house with you. You think I want to be here?” “How do I know this isn't some illusion you created to trap me with you?” She laughed in ridicule. “Yeah, let me just use the magic I don't have in my back pocket to create a prison world where I'm stuck with the man who didn't even try to come and see me on my death bed. Because that's ideal.” His face turned solemn, rueful even. “I wanted to come,” he confessed quietly. “But I couldn't watch...” He licked his lower lip. “I wasn't ready to...” “Ready or not, you should have been there. I deserved that much.” “You're right.” “I know.” She flipped her hair coolly. “One of the perks of being me. I'm always right.” Elijah sighed and his eyes drifted to her half-empty drink. He picked it up and finished it off for her, ignoring the look of affronted disbelief on her face. He looked down at the residual red droplets in the glass with scrutiny. “Did you miss me?” she inquired. “Did you even mourn my death?” “I allowed myself a grieving period.” “What, five minutes?” “Six, actually.” The amused sparkle in his eyes made her heart rise against her and she had to smile. “One for every century.” He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he brushed past her to get around the counter. It was his turn to take the edge off now and his chosen poison – whiskey. Typical. She stayed as she was, at the corner of the island, leaning over it with her empty glass between her hands, watching his every move.

It was a clever counter to her attacks, playing on her heart strings and not rising to her bait. Still, she was nowhere near done and as as delighted as she was when he showed up, she was never one to let the people who hurt her go unscathed. “So the burning question on everyone's mind, and by everyone I mean me, why did you really go to New Orleans?” He kept his eyes on what he was doing, keeping his voice neutral. “To be with my family.”

“Please. You didn't have to go with them. You chose to, leaving me high and dry without so much as a reason why. And don't say Klaus because that got old fast.” He pressed his palms into the marble surface and looked up at her at last. “You lied to me, Katerina.” “So what? People lie. I was covering my ass.” “You were using me, just as you always have.” “Yes, Elijah, I was using you. Who else could I have turned to that would have helped me make a truce with Klaus? It's not like Rebekah was ever my biggest fan.” “I was going to help you,” he argued. “Until you killed an innocent person for no other reason than because you could.” “You wanted the cure. I got it. Tell me, how many people had to needlessly die during one of your benders with Klaus?” Her eyes turned cold then. “Or how about we talk about your little wolf girlfriend?” His eye flicked to hers dangerously. “Choose your next words wisely, Katerina.” “Or what, you'll kill me?” She tilted her head with a bemused look. “Can you kill someone who's already dead?” He took a long drink of his whiskey and set his jaw. “I assure you, making you a test subject is not out of the realm of possibility.” “Just admit it. You gave up on us.” “Once upon a time I would have given everything to have untethered myself from Niklaus and run off with you somewhere remote in the world, where we could have lived our lives in peace and in love. But I realized, after you killed Jeremy Gilbert, that you would never be the girl I wanted to spend my life with. And so I had to let you go. You would have never stopped using me to your benefit.”

Damn. That one stung. Right to the very core. Luckily, she knew exactly what to do with pain. “You wanna go? The man who imprisoned an innocent girl so that his brother could kill her to become the biggest baddest wolf on the planet. Didn't think I forgot about that did you?” “I admit to past flaws, but at least I have learned from my mistakes.” “So have I. Maybe my methods are a little...unorthodox, but I do what I have to to survive. I wouldn't have had to do that if you hadn't put a target on my back. It is not my fault that the girl you loved got buried in all the ruthless things I had to do.” Her adrenaline was coursing at record speed, the cold rush of rage making her muscles tremble. “And you know what? I have no regrets. I may not have been as free as I should have been, but at least the life I lived was mine.” His eyes rolled tiredly. “If your intended implication – ” “Oh it's not an implication. It's a fact. I'm not the one who spent their time cleaning up after my brother's messes, wallowing in how if only you had just been a second earlier you might have been able to save him from himself.” “Do you honestly think that you are in a position to judge me and the way that I live my life?” “Is that a trick question?” She smirked at his blatant agitation. “I mean, come on, Elijah. You fell for your brother's sloppy seconds. Fool me once...” Her hand slid along the edge of the marble as she meandered his way, making her way to where he stood until her hand no longer touched the cold hard surface and instead layered over his. “But that's your thing, isn't it?” she crooned, now close enough to send a shiver down his spine. “Swooping in and saving your brother's victims? Especially helpless, pregnant – or previously pregnant – girls, with no one else to turn to.” He smiled, tight-lipped, curling the lower one inward to bite down in frustration, his eyes narrowing in hatred. “Actually strong, independent women with unparalleled compassion.” “Yeah.” She snorted. “I'm sure she had a lot of compassion for all the hybrids she killed on her way to the top.” “We're done here.” He stormed past her, leaving the kitchen to head back up the hall towards the foyer. She grinned to herself. “Oh, I'm just getting started.” He turned the bend and escaped into the Great Room only to find her sitting on one of the ottomans. “So if you slept with Hayley, and Klaus slept with Hayley, does that mean you've had sex with your brother?” She paused and her grimace became a pout. “Actually, that would explain a lot.” He glared and sped out of the room and started for the front door again. He whipped it open and took a step out onto the front porch and for a brief moment he was reprieved. And then he was thrust backwards into the house by an invisible force, sending him sliding along the floor to where he hit the base of the staircase. Katherine was sitting only a few steps above him, now filing her nails. She stopped, holding the thin emery board upright. “What if you got married? Would the kid call you Uncle Elijah or Stepdaddy?” He snarled and got on his feet, whooshing up the opposite flight of stairs away from her but she was there at the top just the same. “It's a valid question.”

“Why won't you let me be?!” “And pass up all this fun?” She pretended to think about. “Yeah. Not happening.” He grabbed her shoulders in a desperate attempt. “What is it you want from me, Katerina? Groveling? To drop to my knees and beg for your mercy?” “It's not a bad idea, but no. I want you to hurt.” She stepped forward and he began a backwards descent, carefully feeling his way to each step as she slowly descended on him. “I want you to know how it feels. To never be free. Or be with the person you put all of your faith and trust in. To have someone who hates you always just a few steps behind you to make sure you never know a moment of peace.” “You can't hate me forever, Katerina.”

“I've got all of eternity. And it's just you and me here.” She leaned in and her breath crept along his neck until her lips brushed his ear as she whispered sweetly, "We're going to have so much fun together…"

#so it didn't turn out to be so much a dragging Elijah or Hayley drabble as it is Katherine dropping some truth bombs #but still #kalijah #anti hayley #anti haylijah #katherine pierce #elijah mikaelson #the originals #katerina petrova #kalijah drabble

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thememoriesofaqueen · 3 years

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Caroline: Wait, what, Katherine? Elijah doesn't only give you one but multiple orgasms when you're doing it? Wow ... I never imagined he's like ... you know ... interested in it.

Katherine: Why do you think he's not interested in sleeping with me?

Caroline: Because ... he's incredibly controlled and restrained and doesn't seem to be into fun.

Katherine: Oh, I assure you he's quite talented in bed. Gosh, he knows how to handle a woman's body.

Caroline: Oh?

Katherine: For example, he can use his fingers in the most exquisite way imaginable. Not many know how to stimulate the G-spot area and I--

Elijah: I'm back, Katerina. Nice to see you Caroline.

Caroline: *stares at him wide-eyed, blushing*

Katherine: *grins*

Elijah: Why are you looking at me like that?

Elijah: Katerina, please tell me you haven't spoken about certain topics again.

Katherine: *looks down and keeps grinning*

Elijah: Katerina, a word, please!

#kalijah #Katholine #incorrect quotes #Katherine Pierce #Elijah Mikaelson #Caroline Forbes #tvd #incorrect tvd quotes #vampire diaries #tvd drabble #Katherine x Elijah #Elijah x Katherine #Katherine x Caroline #Caroline x Katherine #drabble

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dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg · 7 years

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Do u have links to kalijah fanfics/oneshots/drabbles and kalijah tumblr accounts?

Like the Kennett one I did? Sure

First of all here’s my Kalijah Fanfiction Tag and the link to my drabble collection

Like the Kennett Fandom, the Kalijah fandom is a very small community.

Here are all the blogs out there

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These are some tumblr users who write Kalijah fanfiction

@kalijah-addict is one of the best - https://kalijah-addict.tumblr.com/tagged/kalijah-fanfiction

@thetourguidebarbie - http://thetourguidebarbie.tumblr.com/tagged/kalijah-fanfiction

@kalijahshippersclub - http://kalijahshippersclub.tumblr.com/tagged/ek-fanfics

@imaginationisagift - https://imaginationisagift.tumblr.com/tagged/kalijah-fanfiction

@trustinkalijah - http://trustinkalijah.tumblr.com/tagged/drabbles

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@kalijahfflibrary - The whole site

Here are some links to other blogs who have done Kalijah fic recs

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/132932956204/any-finished-fanfics-that-include-kalijah-and

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/120609540609/do-you-know-any-fics-where-klaroline-is-main-but

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/132864637414/do-you-know-of-any-recent-klaroline-fics-that-have

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/145656230834/hello-i-just-got-back-into-reading-kc-fanfiction

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/132864637414/do-you-know-of-any-recent-klaroline-fics-that-have

http://dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg.tumblr.com/post/151992029100/imaginationisagift-friday1221-is-there-one

http://dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg.tumblr.com/search/kalijah%20fic%20recs

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/124923819742/hey-im-in-some-serious-need-of-some-klaroline

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/121901142907/hi-first-of-i-would-like-to-thank-you-guys-for

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/95782233837/fanfic-with-klaroline-kennett-and-maybe-kalijah

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/91317487937/do-you-know-of-a-fanfiction-blog-or-just-a-list-of

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/85971438302/any-kc-fics-that-include-kalijah-and-kennett

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/83048011385/do-you-know-if-there-are-any-fixes-with-kalijah

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/81878848615/any-klaroline-books-with-kalijah-delena-mabekah

http://klarolinefanfiction.tumblr.com/post/81062767334/klaroline-kalijah-kennet-and-stebekah-fanfics

Kalijah’s Fanfiction.net tag - https://www.fanfiction.net/tv/Vampire-Diaries/?&srt=1&r=10&c1=57079&c2=40639

Archive of Our Own - https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Elijah%20Mikaelson*s*Katherine%20Pierce/works

Tumblr - https://www.tumblr.com/search/kalijah+fanfiction

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My General Fic Recs

Reluctant Royals by these dreams go on

Moving In by these dreams go on

Variety Mix by @fire-ismy-element

The Taste of Blood and Wine by Quills and Inkwells

Love Lies Here by ThespianReveur

When the Heart Breaks by Lizzy8cec

If you’re a Kalijah blog or you write Kalijah fanfiction, reblog this post and add a link to your stuff whether it’s on here or Ao3

Please also feel free to rebog with your own Kalijah recs.

Hope that helped.x

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lovelyandproblematic · 3 years

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Pirates of the Caribbean fusion edit & drabble for Klaroline AU Season, 2021 Week Seven: Fusions @klaroline-event

Klaroline ft. Ensemble Cast in... PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: HYMN OF THE HIGH SEAS 🌊

"The only thing that owns a pirate is the sea, but there is good reason as to why Davy Jones tossed his heart in a chest and lost it to the ocean depths."

In retrospect, merging crews with Captain Niklaus Mikaelson was a desperate move, but you know what they say about desperate times...

Somewhere in the Caribbean, circa 1736

Caroline lived a relatively quiet life until she discovered she was the infamous pirate William Kidd's daughter.

It had slipped out in a screaming match between her and her mother when she vehemently refused to be married off to Sir Tyler Lockwood in exchange for not losing a parcel of unarable land their family held for generations.

The man was a known salacious brute that was as taken with harlots as he was gambling. Once he set his sights on Caroline, noble enough to protect his reputation, he claimed he would stop at nothing to have her hand.

But nothing came without a price. When the taxes rose too high for them to pay, it was clear he had enlisted his father, taxman Richard Lockwood, to ensure this debt and came to them with a deal: if she said the vows, she would save the land.

The land was worthless, and Caroline would not simply up and throw away her life if it would not help what was left of her family. However, Elizabeth was desperate for money. She believed she could sell and deliver them from hardships, having been a single mother for the past eighteen years.

Her reddened face crumpled with anger when she hastily flung the rebuttal, "Then leave my household and become a pirate like your worthless father!" The silence between hem was deafening. Seeing no other choice for her fate, Caroline did leave, of course—only after she gleaned the full story from her reluctant mother.

In a way, Caroline wasn't too surprised. She always knew her absentee father must be some sort of scoundrel, and the high seas had always called to her with a whispered promise of freedom and adventure rolling in their turquoise waves.

Perhaps it's because there was salt water in her blood.

With no more than the clothes on her back and her old gray mare, Caroline roamed from city to city, doing random work like chores and housekeeping for pay until she gathered up enough money to leave the country.

How she landed in Port Royale, she still didn't know.

The bawdy city was comprised solely of colorful characters, loud noises, cheap liquor, dirty pastimes, and general debauchery, and for some reason, it made her feel alive. It flooded her senses as she realized there was so much of the world she hadn't seen.

As a barmaid, working by the sea only enticed her further to set sail and see for herself what kept her father from coming home to them all these years. Every day she passed by those waters, the sun on her shoulders and salt in the air, and she simply wondered as she stared out into that distant horizon. Maybe there was a piece of herself out there that she needed to find.

Somewhere in the middle of grappling with this existential dilemma, fate stepped in and Caroline met Katherine.

A comparatively upscale brothel ran across the street from Caroline's bar, hosting the nighttime company of all sorts of unsavory fellows, and she often witnessed a striking brunette coming and going at irregular hours.

Imagine her surprise when the woman came in and unceremoniously draped herself across the bartop, groaning in misery about her day.

Now Caroline was no stranger to listening to customers commiserate over a pint, but when she raised her head Caroline saw hues of purple and blue littering her olive skin, and she promptly pulled up a chair.

Katherine had migrated here several months ago, and after establishing her independence, she took up the job just to make ends meet. Caroline thought she would have been similar to the women Tyler thought irresistible, but one thing was clear: this woman could chew him up and spit him out before most people woke up for breakfast, and she unwittingly gained Caroline's respect.

There had been a tussle when a customer became too handsy after Katherine's insistence that she was on break, and as liquor obliterated his inhibitions, the man got rougher, angrier. Katherine was forced to defend herself and used a couple of quick moves that left him sprawled on the floor. That's all her boss caught of the scene and he warned Katherine that he would not tolerate a second impertinence.

She was miserable, and when Caroline divulged a little about her background, Katherine jumped at the chance of setting sail and never looking back.

She leaned forward and whispered the rumors swirling around this seaside hotspot for pirates and common criminals, revealing that William Kidd actually used to hunt pirates before he decided a pirate’s life was for him, too.

And how was she ever going to know what the world was like if she never left this armpit of human civilization? Katherine pointed out.

Before Caroline could protest or bring up her concerns, Katherine merrily strolled back across the street and quit her job.

Caroline begrudgingly took her up on the idea and was secretly excited to start this adventure. The two lived off of Caroline's meager tips as they formed a plan; it meant for nights of hungry bellies and too-visible ribs, but they made it work. (Caroline also found out that Katherine made a shockingly crafty pickpocket.)

The plan was to capitalize on the fine offerings right here in Port Royale and leverage their assets before setting sail to destination paradise.

After all, every pirate needed a ship and a crew.

Katherine was more than adept at rooting out the city's underground businesses, and finding the gambling houses was easy enough. More challenging was teaching Caroline to be a stealthy devil at cards (a common pastime from days at the brothel) and targeting a former regular of Katherine's, one of her wealthiest clients took a significant level of tact and discretion.

Caroline's stone-cold expression never broke until she beat retired privateer Alaric Saltzman, in a game, and she proudly flashed a victorious smile, much to the drunkard's grumbling dismay.

The girls' jaws dropped when they saw how vast the ship actually was, waiting for them at the docks as merchants coasted right by pandering goods. Caroline gave a loving kiss goodbye to her gray mare as she traded her for enough money and supplies to get them started.

That glorious first night, they slept on the deck under the stars before they hoisted the sails.

Katherine had exhausted herself dancing around until she was dizzy, placing a giant black pirate had she bought at the street market atop Caroline's blonde halo of hair, crowning her the captain before breaking off into a horribly off-key rendition of "O Captain, I Think I'm Madly In Love!"

With a faint smile, Caroline merely watched the moon hover above them, enjoying its gentle glow and listening to Katherine's quiet snores before dozing off as well.

It was remarkable just how satisfied Caroline felt at the helm of her ship.

They went on their way and collected a healthy amount of crewmates along their way, a collection of wayward souls looking for a new chapter in life. They indeed were a ragtag group of people, all with different backgrounds and reasons for why they chose to come aboard.

Katherine was happy to claim her stake as Quartermaster and enjoyed overseeing the daily operations. Of the rest, a few stood out to Caroline.

The puckish Lorenzo made for a fantastic Sailing Master and a rather delightful cook. Their lookout, Lukas, was jovial, and their Master Gunner, Olivia, was cutthroat in a way that you would never expect the two to be twins. The even-keeled Meredith came aboard as their surgeon and patched up the other guys when their friendly duels became too unruly.

Hearing rumors of valuable treasures and gems abounding in Tortuga, they decided to sail north and find a port. Instead of chests filled with gold trinkets, they found a rather unique treasure by the name of Bonnie.

The girl's bloodcurdling screams rang through the evening air, audible even as their ship was a considerable distance away from the docks.

Strapped with weapons, the pirates rushed to the location of the girl's shrieks only to find the townsmen attempting to burn her alive under the accusation of witchcraft.

Caroline immediately forged a line leading to Bonnie, clearing a rather violent path through the ignorant bigots taking longer than she liked.

Their mutiny provided just enough of a distraction in the commotion underway that when they turned back, they discovered that the witch was gone, disappeared. Katherine only shrugged and proceeded to loot the place without exception.

When they made it back to the ship, they happened across the unlikely spectacle of Bonnie, still clad in her ash-coated rags, getting herself obscenely drunk on their dewberry wine and delicately wobbling across the tightrope that was the ship's railing.

Caroline immediately pulled her down before she could fall and asked if she wanted to join their crew.

While Bonnie made a mediocre pirate, who went out of her way to avoid the sound of clashing swords and wore a pinched expression when her crewmates became too rowdy, she made up for it as an exceptional witch.

She was crucial to their navigation after particularly severe tropical thunderstorms, and she aided their raids when they needed a distraction or ward of protection.

However, the wards only worked when Bonnie was awake, which is probably why they were left vulnerable on the open sea when it all went down.

Caroline awoke to the sound of canons in the dead of night.

Jolting, she instinctively reached for her trusty cutlass and took off upstairs, a polished silver pistol discreetly resting in the leather belt around her hip.

Katherine was already at the helm, hollering demands at the top of her lungs from the forecastle deck as everyone scrambled, the sound of fighting clear as a lightning strike.

April, a wide-eyed boatswain, rushed by with a squeak of, "We're being invaded!"

Naturally, Caroline deduced that the second she saw the ornate ship stationed next to theirs, unfamiliar men swinging over on ropes and descending with blades drawn. Blinks of fire lit up the darkness as cannonballs launched into the side of her beauty of a vessel.

Caroline yelled for Enzo to help Olivia secure the cannons below and round up the gunners, and she joined the chaos down on the main deck.

Right away, she could tell that the opposing crew meant business.

A foul mist of chemicals burned at their eyes as stinkpots were hurled upon deck. Caroline quickly kicked one overboard as it crashed right in front of her, allowing Meredith to sweep by, pulling an injured man out of the way as she cursed under her breath.

"Bonnie, can't you do something? Now would be a good time to give them something else to look at!" Caroline hissed as she fended off an overly confident swordsman.

"I'm working on it!" Bonnie answered through gritted teeth, her brows scrunched together as she carried a few magical materials in her arms, scurrying to find cover so she could finish a spell.

"Everyone, stay calm! We're only taking over your ship," a rather arrogant voice boomed above her. "Join me and consider your lives spared! If you'd rather go down with this pitiful piece of driftwood, however, who am I to deny a deathwish?"

"Seriously?" Caroline huffed as she squinted up at the impeccably dressed rival captain. How the hell did that bastard climb the mainmast so quickly?

Cannonballs sailed overhead, and the roaring sound was louder than the blood rushing in her ears, almost too loud for her organized thoughts to surface, her heart pounding as grunts and shouts surrounded her.

Caroline hardly had to consider the appeals of shooting him before she was raising her pistol.

An ungodly screech disrupted the sky and drew everyone's attention, a spray of water descending upon them.

Everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt as the planks trembled underneath their feet. The boat suddenly rocked to the right, tossing their supplies overboard as they clung to wooden posts to stay upright.

It was a monster of legend, wielding strength so great it was said to wrap itself around boats and drag them into the abyss.

Staring up at the slimy gray tentacles slowly winding themselves around her ship, Caroline could instantly see why it carried its famed reputation of terror.

"Seriously, Bonnie?!" Caroline shouted in defiant outrage, glaring up at the creature that just emerged from the ocean. "You summoned a Kraken?"

Said Kraken blinked its enormous eye in response as if she had personally offended it with her words more than the cannonballs she commanded be fired its way. The long axe someone lodged into its nearest fleshy limb only spurred its temper.

"It was only supposed to be a giant squid!" Bonnie growled back in frustration, "And don't blame me, blame the slack-jawed imbecile who interrupted me!"

"Such hurtful language, darling," a dark-haired man with a twisted smile leered back at her. "I think you'll find the Kraken more agreeable to being drowned by my brother's crew."

"Bloody hell!" Enzo cried, leaping behind a ferocious-looking blonde as he gazed up at the beast. "Get rid of the slimy git! Now!"

His blonde attacker laughed openly at him; he sent a momentary scowl her way. "I must have mistaken you for a pirate. You're clearly nothing more than a misplaced port authority stooge."

Enzo shook off his incredulity and gave her a rather amorous once-over. "Now, now. I would say that is no way for a lady to talk, however..." He ran his tongue across his teeth, lips curving into something almost coy. "You're no lady."

The tall and shapely blonde gave him a smile that was more teeth than anything. "Why, thank you."

"Are you all impaired?" Katherine made a face that told them how much she believed it to be true. "Run!" She frantically waved her pistol in the air before firing a few shots at the pissed-off Kraken, and people scattered accordingly. "Abandon ship!"

Just as Caroline made her way to the enemy's ship, a man was plucked straight out of her path, screaming in terror as the spongy tentacle flung him into the air.

Typically Caroline was not a fan of abandoning her ship (because she was a good captain, thank you very much!); however, given the way the Kraken had taken to eating it, she wouldn't have a ship to go down with in just a few more minutes, and fleeing was indeed the best plan of action.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." —Captain Jack Sparrow

Taking shelter aboard The Hybrid's Curse did not win them any favor, only suspicious comments, and darting glances.

No matter how much networking Katherine and Enzo pulled off, there was a handful of men and women who would not offer their support.

On the bright side, most of her crew had survived the morning's attack; on the downside, the other crew seemed to resent their perseverance.

"We raided your ship in the search for treasure," Captain Klaus said rather petulantly, looking far too complacent for a man with gunpowder on his shirt, the victim of a spiteful wind. "Not to rescue a horde of whiny tagalongs."

Caroline rolled her eyes and finished cleaning her pistols. The only reason they needed rescuing in the first place was all because of him and his crew.

"Well, your prize is currently sinking in the depths of the Caribbean," Caroline appeared unfazed, "but by all means, if you plan to go fetch it..." she trailed with a derisive smile.

He merely smirked, inspecting every inch of her with a raw interest unique to any sentiment she'd ever seen cast her way. "On the contrary, love... I believe my prize is standing right here."

As the sun peaked over the horizon, the early morning light made for a pastel wash of his features, softening them in a way. He was disgustingly attractive, she decided, but she would not forfeit her rank now.

She cleared her throat. "I have a proposition for you." A charming smile crossed his maddeningly red lips, and before he could release the unsavory retort she knew he had on the tip of his silver tongue, she continued.

"You allow my crew equal reign of your vessel, and we give you access to our stores of wealth. It’s a simple deal, and I think the price is more than fair," she proposed in what she hoped was a professional voice. Truth be told, she wasn't used to sharing nor bargaining for power.

Klaus barked a laugh. Admittedly, it was a beautiful sound as he drank in her boldness.

"We, in all of our honor, saved your crew from a fate worse than death," he sent her a sideways glance. "Now you want to take my ship, too?"

"Co-captains," she blurted the first thing that came to mind and then cursed herself. "I mean..." she amended off of his curious look. "Just until we can find ourselves another ship. Escort us to the closest port, and we'll be out of your way. Plus, you get gold."

"We have gold. And we aren't heading towards a port anytime soon," Klaus said tersely.

She frowned at that.

"Although I am feeling particularly magnanimous today," he continued before she could dwell on his statement, "I suppose we can put it to a vote."

A whistle gathered attention from his crew. "All those in favor of an alliance?"

"Aye!" A round of cheers sounded, and Klaus mentally tallied up the votes.

There was plenty of shifty glances and whispering as Caroline scanned the crowd for her people. The only reassuring part of this spectacle was that if Klaus went back on his word, the considerable number of seafarers would take note, and a skirmish might allow her group to escape.

He turned to her with a tilt of the head, held out a hand in a silent offer. "It's a deal, love."

It was rather unfortunate how warm and secure her hand felt in his. She chuckled, and he surmised her approval, cheeks dimpling as she stepped closer.

"If you try anything funny, I'll leave you marooned on the closest spit of land with nothing more than crushed barnacles for company," she smiled sweetly at him.

A warm feeling blossomed within her as she felt his eyes follow her the entire way back to her crew.

Katherine leaned in and muttered conspiratorially. "If you desire a mutiny at any time..."

"Just say the word, Gorgeous," Enzo quietly finished with a wink.

"Marcel, weigh anchor!" Klaus called. "Set a course for Isla de Muerta."

A few men spared him surprised glimpses, but they kept their feet moving as the ship changed route. The island posed many dangers, but with great risk came great reward.

Why not try to find the fabled Aztec treasure, too? The man who held that treasure became one step closer to the title of king of the seas.

His numbers just doubled, as did his resources. He wore a contemplative gaze as he watched Caroline go to her friends. Suddenly, a new world of possibilities opened up and invited him inside.

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” —Andre Gide.

It didn't take long to learn why the Mikaelson siblings traveled so sporadically and avoided docking: they were trying to evade their father, who condemned them and endlessly sought their deaths by any means necessary.

As an Admiral in the British Royal Navy, Mikael commanded intimidating forces and was last seen behind the helm of the HMS Dauntless. Thus, they always went to town in pairs and used aliases when they gathered supplies or collected intel.

Getting to know Captain Mikaelson's crew wasn't as unpleasant as Caroline first expected.

There was Kol, with his mischievous eyes and regaling tales of triumph and revelry, and he'd taken to pestering Bonnie about the grimoires she somehow managed to save from the wreckage. Finn held a stoic stare and tendency to sharpen his sword in times of dispute, preferring peace over quarrels.

Frizzy-haired Rebekah bemoaned her battle with the merciless humidity but offered the most dazzling smiles and humorous jokes at her brothers' expenses. Enzo quickly found that banter came as easy as laughing with her did, and the two often sparred to whittle away the dull hours.

Katherine became subtly besotted with the intensely handsome and refined Elijah, who appeared pleasantly surprised by the fire in her eyes when she rebuked his aid while tying knots in the long ropes. "I know my way around ropes, thank you," she told him with a derisive scoff. "If you really want to be helpful, you'll show me where you keep the rum."

Stored in white oak barrels with liquor made from cane molasses, one of the only redeeming parts of the Mikaelsons' ship was their bounty of exquisite rum. It often lent the crew a guiding hand on their quest to get blisteringly drunk.

Elijah granted her an indulgent smile in return and offered his arm. Never one to back down from a challenge, Katherine linked her arm in his and listened to his tale of how they acquired their ship from a ruthless Spanish fleet off the coast of Havana. Spending time together soon became as natural as raising the sails.

Caroline leaned against the taffrails and listened to the ocean push them along their route, a vast array of stars speckling the blanket of darkness above her.

The mythic Aztec treasure lay just up ahead, and there was a chance everything could go south very quickly.

Living in close quarters turns the two crews into one fairly quickly amongst the daily squabbles about food rationing and distribution of work. When push comes to shove, they all know what to do to keep the ship afloat, and their collective tenacity was a comfort.

All of this time onboard, and Caroline thought she would have had Captain Klaus more figured out by now, but alas, the man resisted simplicity, preferring to remain as puzzling as the day he set his pilfering foot aboard her ship.

She didn’t dwell on how quickly she sensed him approaching, a natural awareness of him that she couldn’t seem to shake.

"You could have tossed us overboard by now," Caroline said in place of a greeting. "Any other pirate would."

"A pirate such as whom?"

"My father."

He stopped at the edge and turned to gaze at her. The spun gold of her locks seemed absolutely disheveled, red rimming her cornflower blue eyes as she fought off a lack of sleep. A captain to her core, she did not rest when she could instead watch over her slumbering crewmates as they curled up on the deck, the only space suited to hold their numbers.

There was a weariness in her voice that he knew was not simply from restlessness.

"And who might that be, love?"

She bit back a humorless chuckle. "Ever heard of William Kidd?"

The shock that briefly crossed his face was enough to answer her soft inquiry.

Of course, he knew. Most people did. After all, sea shanties were written about the bloodthirsty pirate who betrayed his own for loot, glory, and anything that saved his head from the gallows.

A thousand questions buzzed in his mind, but he couldn't reconcile the enigma that was Caroline with her lively spirit, sunny disposition, and gentle hand with the cruel shadow of William Kidd. "I never would've expected that man capable of raising such greatness," he spoke honestly.

She shrugged, unbothered as they listened to the waves lap against the ship's siding. "He didn't. I doubt he even knows I exist."

She supposed it would be apt to regret everything that's happened since she left home.

The nights she spent scraping away at unfulfilling jobs from her time on land, running off with a willful soul such as Katherine. The beckoning of wickedness that was the life of a pirate, being responsible for people she loved and inevitably lost as everything she built for herself sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

But somehow, she didn't regret it. Perhaps that made her an awful person. She felt how every day was an opportunity to craft a new story, carve out opportunities and live a new version of life she hadn't previously known existed. It connected her to people, places, things that challenged her and intrigued her, and she couldn't ignore the meaning of it all.

Pirates were known for sailing the seven seas, always looking for treasure. And sometimes the treasure they search for are helpless people trying to escape their lives and find their happiness at sea.

It's true, Caroline made a conscious effort to never become the kind of pirate her father was. The sea put a song in her heart, and she would not forsake it for heedless immorality.

Klaus's mouth quirked. "His loss, love."

She hummed. That much they could agree on.

"It's true, I could have sent you to the seafloor instead of giving you refuge," he agreed after a long but comfortable silence, "these winter waters and shark-infested reefs would not be much kinder to you."

She raised a delicate brow at that.

"Perhaps I consider you to be far more valuable alive than dead."

It should have sent a foreboding chill down her spine, but she was oddly content as she replied, “What do you want from me?”

“I want what every well-witted pirate wants, my dear. Divine treasure." Klaus idly gave a final glance into the black waves sloshing before them, highlighted by the waning moon before turning to head back to his cabin.

"And there’s no fairer gem than you.”

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daylight-imagines · 4 years

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TVD / TO Masterlist

Updated 03.12.2020

Kol Mikaelson

Oneshots

Find You (Kol Mikaelson x Reader)

You’re kidnapped, and Kol will do whatever it takes to get you back.

Home (Kol Mikaelson x Platonic!Reader)

You were all alone until the day Kol saved you from a vampire. Finding out you’re sixteen and alone, Kol takes you in. But things aren’t exactly easy.

I Miss the Misery (Kol Mikaelson x Reader)

Your relationship with Kol was complicated. He was the love of your life, but you were forced to leave him. Based on the song “Miss the Misery” by Halestorm.

Worth It (Kol Mikaelson x Reader)

Kol Mikaelson was the love of your life. Living without him wasn’t an option. This request.

Series

Miss Me (In progress)

Time is different for everyone. Some people have too much, others never enough. Some people have lived for hundreds of years, but lost almost as many. Others have lived only a few decades, ready to face forever. So what happens when two people are in love, but they never have enough time?

Distance (Complete)

You’d loved Kol as long as you could remember. Of course, you never told him. You were afraid to lose your best friend. When you finally worked up the nerve to tell him, it was too late.

Secret Love

You knew if your siblings found out about you and Kol, things would take a turn for the worst.

Part 1

Part 2

Klaus Mikaelson

Oneshots

Idiots

Being with Klaus meant there was no telling what you would come home to.

In Love

Klaus had been pushing you away and thanks to Rebekah you figure out why.

You Lost Me

You thought Klaus loved you. But if he did, how could he trade your life?

Elijah Mikaelson

Oneshots

Gone

After you turn your humanity off, Elijah tries to get through to you.

Stefan Salvatore

Oneshots

Control

Based on the prompt “This is my problem. I can sort it out myself and I don’t need you sticking your nose into my damn business.”

Other

Wait For You (Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes)

Pieces of Time (Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#tvd #tvd imagines #the originals imagine #the originals #klaroline drabble #kalijah #masterlist #kol mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #stefan salvatore x reader

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thetourguidebarbie · 7 years

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Witness Protection

Kalijah minidrabble for @these-dreams-go-on. I hope you like it! I posted on my phone, so I apologize for any formatting issues.

Three years ago…

“And this organization had a man who called himself the king, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Katherine said, her voice hoarse from fake tears.

“What’s his name?”

“I…” she trailed off, adding just the right amount of hesitance for the agent to pull out a contract from his briefcase.

“I want to make you a deal, Ms. Pierce. Your testimony will remain confidential, of course, but I understand why you’d still be hesitant to tell us anything of use. The Mikaelsons have a bad habit of retaliating against anyone they perceive to have betrayed them. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to look as vulnerable as possible.

“Now, I know that you have your fair share of charges. You’ve been an accomplice to a few kidnappings. Theft. Murder. Pretty girl like you wouldn’t do well in prison.”

Katherine resisted the urge to snort. She’d do just fine, but orange wasn’t really her color.

“I know.”

“So how about we make you a deal. Witness protection if you can give us anything helpful.”

Bingo.

“Deal.”

He smiled, sitting down and hitting a button on a tape recorder. “Now, tell me everything you know, starting with the leadership structure.”

“Well, the guy in charge is named Klaus, and his siblings are Rebekah, Kol, Finn, and Freya.”

“I thought there were five.”

Katherine pressed her lips together. She’d been hoping to avoid this, but better him than her.

“Elijah,” she said reluctantly.

“Good. That matches the information we have. Now, tell me more about each of them. Do they have daily routines? Vulnerable loved ones? Interests? Common destinations to relax? Let’s start with Klaus and go down from there.”

“Klaus is pretty unpredictable,” she said slowly. “His girlfriend’s pretty easy to track, though.”

“Girlfriend?” the agent asked sharply, and Katherine nodded.

“Yeah.”

“That’s news,” the agent muttered. “Tell me more.”

Katherine tried not to grimace, sending out a mental prayer that Caroline wouldn’t get herself killed. She’d liked that one, other than her questionable taste in men.

Five exhausting hours later, the agent turned off the recorder and pocketed it, telling her that the agent who was head of witness protection would be there shortly. She’d walked in Katherine Pierce, girlfriend of Elijah Mikaelson and force to be reckoned with, and walked out Elena Gilbert, resident of a tiny town in Virginia and otherwise not all that special.

Present…

Katherine was folding a cardigan for the fall back to school sale when she felt her heart drop to her stomach when a familiar voice spoke behind her.

“You’re a difficult woman to find, Katerina.”

She widened her eyes as she turned around, assuming the most vapid expression possible and putting on a saccharine smile. “Sorry, who?”

Elijah looked just as handsome as ever. His suit was well-pressed, his hair impeccably styled, but there was a tiredness in his eyes she’d never seen before, wrinkles from furrowed brows that she longed to reach out and smooth with gentle fingers.

“Do not play games with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is Elena Gilbert.”

The look he gave her was chilling, the loathing clear, but she was relieved to find some softness still in his eyes when he searched her face. “We need to talk then, Miss Gilbert,” he said dryly, reaching to set a palm on her arm, his grip firm without being painful.

“I’m working.”

“I can see that, but as you won’t be returning I see no reason not to walk out now.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve been sent to take care of you. My brother no doubt thinks it poetic justice.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Elijah,” she hissed, dropping all pretence of being Elena.

“You are if you want to live.”

“You just said you were here to take care of me. Why would I go anywhere with you?”

“I said that’s what Niklaus believes,” he said sharply. “No, my love. We’re returning to your apartment and packing your belongings, and then we’ll run.”

“Run?”

“Was I unclear?” he asked, his hand squeezing her arm a bit more harshly. “I am here to rescue you.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“Because I have no doubt that Niklaus has sent a small selection of his men behind me. He does not trust that I’ll carry out my errand as promised. In this case, his paranoia will serve him well. You can either come with me now or face men who would like nothing better than to bring your head back in a box.”

She stared at him for a long moment, the world seeming to still around them as her heart beat fast in her chest. She felt short of breath as the realization that she was well and truly trapped set in.

“Please, Katerina. I’ve not gone through all this trouble to bury your corpse in an unmarked grave.”

He looked so earnest, so hopeful, and she took a step closer to him, her throat clenching as she reached to cup his cheek. “Thank you.”

Two hours later, Klaus’s men found Elijah knocked out and tied up in a hotel room floor, the scent of Katherine’s perfume still lingering in the air. She’d left a note in his suit pocket that he discovered later, the ink of his name at the top slightly smudged with a tear that she didn’t catch before it fell.

Elijah,

I couldn’t take the chance with his people following us, but I will stay safe. You know better than anyone how much I love a good game of chase. Catch me if (when) you can.

- K

#kalijah #kalijah drabble #kalijah drabbles #kalijah fanfiction #these dreams go on #mydrabbles #my fanfiction #otp: that kind of love never dies

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umaficwriter · 9 months

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waiting on @elejahfanfic write some kalijah drabble and dedicate it to me ;)

#kalijah

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gooddame · 5 years

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I should write

Any klaroline prompt requests?

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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A/N: Okay, so...I'm not entirely sure what this is?? haha. I was hit with a truckload of Kalijah nostalgia during Katherine Pierce Appreciation Week recently and this 3k more or less tumbled out of me without much provocation, steamrolling into a lot of Elijah POV and prose I never thought I'd think about let alone expected to write?

As a result, I don’t know how I feel about it. But I hope you like it, anyway! *prayer hands*

xx Ashlee Bree

Summary: Elijah ends things between them abruptly in Mystic Falls. Katherine clings and chases him to New Orleans, refusing to let him off the hook without a fight because she's learned something that's changed the game. It's changed everything. Now, if only Elijah would get out of his own head long enough to listen...

(Canon Divergence + post-s4 of TVD + Mates)

(FF.net) (A03)

There Are Girls Who Will Tear You Apart With Their Lips

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries it demands it says that there is a chance.

it will not say “no.” —Love is a Dog from Hell, Charles Bukowski

Tantalized.

It’s what Elijah feels. It’s the first thing he thinks the moment he perceives her standing in the middle of the foyer, ensconced in lamplight, with her hip cocked to the left and her expression calculating, a little nefarious, an expensive bottle of Bordeaux peeking out of her handbag. Chestnut curls cascade down her back to bounce against the intricate lace of that little black dress she wears. It’s tapered slightly above the knee to hug her thighs, accentuating her lithe curves perfectly. Sinfully.

She’s the devil in kitten heels and Dior perfume, and she knows it. Flaunts it. She brandishes it at him like a whip that's headed straight for his Achilles heel.

Five hundred years of reserve, and constraint, and pain, fade away with the flicker of her curled black lashes to his face, her pert simper widening as imaginary strings pluck in time to the sashay of her hips when she glides past him into the sitting room; heels clicking against the hardwood. Brushing against his shoulder, she precedes to strut through the room with a newly-acquired familiarity. She allows her gaze to catalogue everything. As if she’s resorting it to memory.

Next, she pulls back the light feathery curtains to toss a perfunctory nod of approval at the streets below, humming something to herself unintelligibly. Then, after another moment, she opens the doors so the French Quarter humidity and musical commotion can billow in through from the courtyard. It seems she’s making herself at home—like she owns it. Or, like avarice is nothing to her but a wieldable commodity for him to nurture.

Elijah forgets to move.

The house somehow grows smaller with her in it. More claustrophobic.

It’s far too snug with these used bricks and cherry bookshelves caging them in on all sides, at every angle. It feels like the ceiling’s about to descend to crush every last gear still churning inside his head. What if it does? How will this chess game finally end?

The available space between their two bodies shrinks and shrinks until she’s a magnified map of history, half truths, and conflicting body language expanding before his eyes. She’s in every room or hallway, lurking around every corner; and before he knows it, he’s unable to look away from the tome of her he doesn’t want to read.

The sun trickles in from outside like yellow fire droplets. It sizzles against Elijah’s back so heat snakes down his spine like burnt cigarettes and nearly causes him to fall to his knees.

His whole body tingles and itches until everything around him blazes as red as that profane mark on his wrist, sucking out his well-preserved faculties like blood because he knows when he permits himself to move closer, he’ll be too weak to locate the door he needs. He knows he’ll never be able to sneak back behind it. No. He’ll never be able to find the strength to slam it shut between them again.

Also, were he to endeavor such an escape now, she’d never hesitate to strike from behind with her talons extended. She’d never pause to claim him like the prey he often was around her, and perhaps still could be—so he remains still. As formidable as stone.

“Good evening, Katerina,” he says stiffly, addressing her with a curt appraising nod. “To what do I owe this intrusion?”

“Missed me bad, have you?” she replies with a smirk.

“Not quite the phrasing I’d choose, no.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“And why’s that?”

She twines hair around her finger and says, “Because I’ve missed you terribly, ma chérie, and I’m here to collect what’s owed to me. What’s owed to us. Time’s up for you, I’m afraid. No more charades.”

Katherine’s an entire dictionary of words: a little bit of everything convoluted and picante:

Coquettish.

Possessive.

Calculating.

Indulgent.

Dangerous.

Stylish.

Sexy.

Lovely.

Too lovely.

The adjectives burn like cognac on Elijah’s tongue and he knows he needs to bury them. He needs to stop all those inexcusable words from flashing through his head, from sliding across his suddenly blunted teeth in want of describing her. But they’re delectable in all their disaster. Perfect in their crunch. Like blood dipped in roses or Debussy. Like a lovebite scarred on his neck in shades of faded red lipstick. Like hands leashed around his wrists. Like…

Clearly he’s tantalized by her yet.

The thought makes him want to crack her open like a book spine to study the language of her entrails, to find out where the pentameter cuts off and where the free verse of hell begins. The face of Athena, Aphrodite, and Hecate—her face—wears an underworld of dark and delicious secrets this spring evening; and they pulsate like veins beneath her hungry, inscrutable eyes like they always have. Like they probably always will.

Changed and unchanged in a multitude of ways, Katherine’s a chameleon with fangs who prowls from century to century. Haunting him. Seducing him with fingernails that claw into his back to mark love there, against his skin. Torturing him with too many questions he’ll never be able to answer: like why their hearts are forever tangled in manipulation, and lies, and ‘almosts’ that never come to fruition.

She’s a one-headed Medusa whose name still purrs in the reticent bones of his mind—Katerina, Katerina—and he cannot stop hearing it like a refrain. He knows he cannot. He knows because he’s covered his ears; he’s shut down his own heart too many times to count.

And tried.

“I’m disappointed. You don’t seem happy to see me,” Katherine says, breaking the ice with a tut and a pout.

“No,” Elijah replies as he glances at his Rolex. “No, I’d say I’m more surprised than anything.”

The smile she offers in return is thin. Terse.

“By the way you keep checking your watch, I’d wager you’re expecting a visitor of the female variety.”

“I am.”

It’s a lie. He’s not expecting anyone. Hayley’s long gone; he and his siblings ushered her out of the city after her wild, elaborate tales regarding Klaus and a magical child proved to be as fallacious as she was.

“Who is she?” Katherine demands tartly, swallowing back a snarl.

His answer is impassive. Stoic. “I fear that’s none of your concern.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?”

He dignifies this with nothing but silence.

“Okay. Have it your way, Elijah,” Katherine purrs. Her movements a little too casual and nonchalant, she waves him off only to pivot back around like a black swan ballerina. “But I bet she’s not as hot for you as I am.”

“In fact,” her teeth widen in smile; her voice sharpens, “I’d bet my heart on it.”

Elijah folds his hands. The barest hint of courtesy levels his voice into something flat and steady, “What do you want, Katerina?”

“You.”

“And how can I be of service?” he says with a blink.

Angling closer, Katherine narrows her eyes then unloads,

“Did you think you could get rid of me that easily? Me? A Petrova?” she laughs, but it comes out cutting. Sardonic. “Let me let you in on a little secret, baby: I survive; I never say die. So don’t you dare believe for one second there’s a world for you out there without me in it, because there’s not, because there never will be. Do you understand me?”

Elijah’s jaw ticks and he frowns, offering her a look ripe with skepticism.

“No, no,” she wiggles her finger at him as a wicked glint transforms her features, “you can’t run from this any longer. You’re done locking yourself off from me.”

Circling him in those tall, fancy heels, trailing a finger down his shirt almost like she’s marking territory or preparing to fillet her prey, Katherine stops to spread both hands against his chest before pulling him to her by the lapels. She pulls him until their faces are only inches apart. Until Elijah’s close enough to smell her last kill (a vodka-drinking attorney) on her breath.

“Did you really think I’d let you go after some vile, half-assed goodbye? Or that I wouldn’t follow you after I learned the truth? After I felt it literally brand into me, burning my muscles and bones?” she snickers again.

“In the five hundred years you’ve known me, have I once struck you as the kind of lover who wouldn’t scratch, fight, or scheme until the man I desired conceded? Until he swore he was mine?”

“It makes no difference. The point is settled. Moot.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Katherine spits out cruelly, challenging him. “It makes all the difference.”

A lump forms in his throat at her words, but he bites it back, too self-controlled for his own good. In any case, hope for them is gone. Dead. So he answers her cooly instead,

“I don’t care.”

“What a fool you are, Elijah,” Katherine sneers, malicious humor dripping from the edges of her mouth like rubies. “I warned you I wouldn’t let you off the hook again, and I won’t…now stop pushing me the hell out, you insufferable, pretentious ass!”

“No. You must stop pulling me in,” he fires back.

Zeal mixed with anger and perseverance turns her pupils into flames. It accentuates her Hadean beauty; it heightens her severity enough to strengthen it into something fixed and implacable, something almost ruthless.

“Sorry,” Katherine says without a hint of remorse, “but you should know this by now: I do as I damn well please.”

“This is madness!” Shaking, he grasps her by the shoulders and flashes them into the library. Pressing her hard against the nearest bookcase. “Desist with this nonsense, immediately! I beg of you.”

“No.”

“Why are you doing this? What for!?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Katherine whispers like a caress.

She simpers up at him knowingly when his sleeve slips up his wrist to expose the intricate ‘KP’ calligraphy engraved into the skin of his left hand. Which, despite being slightly obscured by his watch, looks as if it were elegantly cat-scratched against his veins—only it wasn’t.

“It was foolish of you to come here, Katerina,” Elijah says, drawing out a sigh. “This little act of yours will not alter my decision. I meant what I said to you before I left Mystic Falls. You and I have come to an impasse—we are not…I fear we cannot seem to…”

He clears his throat.

“This—this thing carved into my flesh is nothing but a superstitious trap, a compulsive trick of the mind some vengeful witch devised so that I would…so as to suggest that we are somehow…”

“Yes?”

He steps back. Hardening, he drags a hands down his face and clenches his jaw to add, “It’s not real, you understand. I’m certain it’s not real.”

“Liar,” she growls. There’s hunger in Katherine’s eyes now, and something else, too—something prickly and unnerving as hell because it crackles in the air around her like lightning: certainty. “Coward.”

“You feel the tug; you hear the call in the howl of your bones just as I do,” she says, “except you’re too afraid to let it course through you. You’re as stuck inside your own head as you ever were, Elijah, but I swear on my my precious-and-padded, about me life I won’t move until you let the only truth that matters consume you.”

She’s not entirely mistaken. He’s terrified.

Elijah’s terrified because they both know precisely what being ‘marked’ means…what it entails…how choice and providence each play a part in the official elevation from being ‘intended’ to ‘knotted.’ Soulmarks are embedded in any number of the myths and whisperings they’ve encountered throughout the centuries, and some offer convincing proof of their existence despite the proclaimed rareness among the Originals. And, yet…how many grimoire’s in his family’s possession state that perhaps—perhaps—

Elijah’s mind is so bleary all of a sudden. His heart is so thunderous and unrelenting against his ribcage, so burdensome with all these wretched, blaring sensations it thrums whenever it’s within her proximity, that he struggles for purchase. He feels himself spiraling and unraveling to the point that a door squeaks open inside of his head, just an inch, and that’s when the intolerable buzzing begins.

In an effort to compensate and correct, he stands taller and firmer. He pinches the bridge of his nose, more fatigued than he’s felt in a thousand years, and says,

“Please. Please, I can’t do this now.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t do it to me now,” Katherine says with a curl of her red mouth, “or ever again.”

“It’s over between us, Katerina.”

“The hell it is! I always get what I want, and I want you to let me in.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head and pushing her away with closed eyes and balled fists which he shoves into his pockets. “I-I won’t.”

“Fine then,” Katherine relents, but only for a second. “If that’s how you want to play it—” She rakes him over with a predatory gleam in her eyes, “Kiss me like it’s over and maybe I’ll believe you.”

“This isn’t a game, Katerina!”

“Maybe it is, E. Maybe it is. This could be the universe’s Most Dangerous Game, or perhaps you’ve failed to consider that?”

“I said no. It’s not real!”

“Yes. It is!” she hisses back with resolve heavy on her black lashes. “Believe.”

“You’re…you’re being impossible. This is indecent! Asinine! Absolute lunacy!”

She rolls her eyes.

“Like I want a vocabulary lesson when I know you want this, too.”

Suddenly, she’s tugging on his lapels again, and her hands are diving beneath his tailored jacket to tear at the designer fabric until it’s ripped from his shoulders, shimmied down his elbows, and discarded from his wrists into a ball behind his feet.

Katherine’s all around him in seconds. Visions, dreams, memories, flesh—she’s everywhere:

Her tiger-doe eyes…

That blood-and-Dior scent on her clothes, against her lips…

Those soft brown tresses falling to brush her chin, framing her face until they’re wreathed around his fingertips like a web, trapped and tangled as they tug along the back of her scalp, never to free themselves again…

The way she laughs, screams his name…

How the air bends into heat, and lust, and skin, as she bites into his neck to free him of constraint…

Her meowing heartbeat…

The perfect swivel of her hips when she wraps her limber legs around his waist and smashes back against the shelves, straddling him as if she’d ride him through every page of history only to proceed across the blankness of forever; determined to write their lovemaking across the epochs of eternity…

How she ties his intestines into knots with a look, with a single touch…

‘Mine, mine, mine’ kissing along each one of his ribs…

The feel of her teasing, scratching, goosebump-eliciting fingernails drawing initials into his back so they’ll never heal, never fade…

She’s everywhere—in everything. And there’s no way in hell to tell what’s real or how it’ll end. All he knows, all he feels, is this tantalizing magnetism in his veins pulling him forward. Into her arms.

“Sue me, but I told you this was the only way to call your bluff, Elijah. Kiss me more. Again,” Katherine both demands and pleads.

There’s a clock tick-ticking somewhere inside his head now, counting down the seconds until he’s entirely unlocked by the key of her mouth.

“Come on. Kiss me harder, ma chérie.”

Elijah gulps and steps back, but not far.

He barely smothers the temptation to lurch forward to take her—blood and lips, skin and sin, love so volcanic it could erupt—by reinforcing the knot of his tie and smoothing down his Armani sleeves until they’re as stiff as armor: determined to keep the world out. He’s resolved to knight himself up from head-to-toe to keep fate from bounding in. It shall not overtake him; it will not win. He’ll do almost anything to keep that word from snaking and coiling itself all the way through him like that soulmark on his wrist, like this girl with the pomegranate poison on her tongue, if he can.

If he can.

“Give me your mouthful of forevers,” she says. “Let me suck them from your lips.”

Katherine’s smile unravels into something sharp and cunning as she runs her thumb across his chin, teasing him by leaning in to nibble her way along the edge of his jaw and closed mouth until he’s forced to give up, give in. She’s daring him to try and resist the sweet and sour taste of her tongue—which he doesn’t because he never has. He never can. And now he never will again because the little minx has whittled him down until he’s transformed into the one thing he swore did not exist: Mate.

Elijah’s heart and mind sigh in conjunction with this epiphany. This is it. The end. He’s let her all the way in. The last walls of resistance wobble then crumble, receding into corners that fill him with a permanent sense of acceptance and warmth. Something akin to…well, heaven if it weren’t a myth.

“I don’t know about you,” Katherine purrs against his mouth, “but I say we continue this conversation upstairs. Yes?”

He cups her face in both hands.

“And, if I don’t care to venture that far? What then, hm?” he trails off with a pursed look. But it abruptly unwinds into a small smile.

Pulling back, Katherine considers him with a grin before she rips his shirt down the middle to send buttons skating across the floor and to pepper his exposed chest with kisses. The promise of more is eminent when she crashes them both atop a mountain of books and reaches for his belt, sliding it free with a deft tug,

“Then I suppose the desk will have to do,” she says.

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strongbeautifulfulloflight · 4 years

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I've received a few prompts, I just want you guys to know I have seen them. I'm not ignoring them, I just need to find a time to work on them. Hopefully this weekend! 🤞🏻

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thememoriesofaqueen · 3 years

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We know something Katherine doesn't.

Damon: I heard Elijah has more clothes than Katherine and she's okay with taking the lesser space in the closet.

Stefan: She once told me that she really is curious about finding out what Elijah writes in his diaries but stated she won't read them. This is odd because she doesn't seem to be interested in my privacy.

Elena: I once tricked Elijah into believing I was Katherine and oh my, the kiss that was supposed to be for Katherine was incredible. Full of emotions and longing. For a short moment, I envied her.

Caroline: Katherine let me know that her current relaxed state is because of all the good sex she gets. She said something about being ... physically and mentally satisfied.

Klaus: Elijah is even more annoying than ever. Sometimes he has this tiny, happy smile on his lips when he returns home.

Rebekah: I once caught Elijah with lipstick on the shirt collar. I swear he blushed before he excused himself.

Katherine: What?

Katherine: What are you all talking about? We are just friends -- with benefits.

Katherine: Right?

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Fake Kalijah dating to ditch her exs...go ;)

“Pick out a suit, I need someone to go with to this and you’re it handsome,”

Elijah looked up weerily from the document on his desk he was hunched over. Katherine stood hovering over him, a trademark look of impatience plastered on her face; clasped tightly between her manicured fingernails she held a small embroidered card with her name on it. Elijah put down his pen and glanced over at the time in the corner of his laptop screen.

“And good morning to you Katerina,” he murmered, both amusement and exhaustion evident in his tone.

Katherine rolled her eyes and thrust the piece of paper towards him. He took it reluctantly

“You are cordially invited to a special benefit gala hosted by the soon to be Mr & Mrs Lockwood. Black tie, non optional. We look forward to having you in attendance. Please give generously,” Elijah read out.

“Can you belive how obnoxius that is. What kind of sadistic bastard does something like this?” Katherine hissed under her breath, making herself confortable on one of the near by chairs.

“Am I right in assuming were discussing Mason Lockwood, your recent paramour and not the junior executive that collected my coffee order this morning,” Elijah queeried, turning his attention back to his paperwork; having already aticipated the answer before he got it.

“Yes, Mason. My ex fiance Mason? Cheif executive douchebag; that one.”

“And he has personally... invited you to this.. event?”

“It says my name right there in big fancy letters Elijah,” Katherine said irritably, getting up and pacing around the room.

Elijah exhaled longsufferingly, and put down his pen for the second time.

“Katherine. I wish I had the time to go around in circles with you but I simply do not. Why don’t you explain the purpose of this visit so we can both get back to our respective responsibilities,”

Katherine turned and pouted at him.

“You make it sound as I’m bothering you,”

“Well if I said as much you’d be rather upset with me,”

Katherine’s face contorted into a scowl and Elijah had to stifle the urge to laugh. In truth Katherine was a welcome distraction from the pile of working mounting on his desk. In fact, Katherine was a welcome distraction period. His incovinient fixation with her hand’t dwindled since her and her nine inch louboutins had strutted through the front doors of the company five years ago. In his head Elijah knew having something so juvenille as a crush on a fellow coworker was unproffensional as well as foolhardy - after all the chances that he was anywhere near Katherine’s type was laughable - but his heart, however, acted of it’s own accord and refused to adere to his brain’s sensible instruction.

Hence why Katherine had spent the last 5 years barging into to his office demanding favours of every vairety and he hadn’t had the cajones yet, to turn her down and why he was most likely going to agree to whatever unreasonable favour Katherine demanded of him this time around.

“It’s simple,” Katherine huffed. “This eveing-,” She picked the card off of the desk as she spoke. “-is going to be a shit show. I’m going to have to watch my ex. Parading a around with some slut supermodel named Nadia, showing off a ring that should beon my hand; wearing an expensive dress Mason should have bought for me; fake smiling at people that I’m supposed to be pretending to care about. Why would Mason do this to me?!”

“Prehaps he’s extending an olive branch of sorts,” Elijah suggested, reclining backward in his chair. Inwardly very displeased that he was spending his morning discussing Katherine’s ex fiance. His least favourite topic, being that he was a man who had been the main source of his misery for the three short months they were engaged.

After Mason had ended thing with Katherine in a very messy, very public way, Elijah had very privately rejoiced and Katherine, in retaliation had maxed out Mason’s black card before he’d had the chance to cancel it or demand it back, in order to ‘heal’ after the break up as well as keying his car and manipulating her way into a better position at the company so he couldn’t fire her even if he wanted to; Elijah had believed that would be the last he’d hear of the entire debacle.

Apparently not.

“He can take his Olive branch and shove it up his ass!” Katherine seethed. “This is gloating, this is him flashing his bimbo trophy girlfriend in my face,”

“So decline the invitation,” Elijah sighed looking down at his watch and ajusting it on his wrist.

Katherine stared at him as if he’d just proposed they attempt on assasination on the Pope.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”

“I have but feigning intrest is a little above my skillset,”

Katherine narrowed her eyes giving them an even more catlike appearence, as she drew nearer to the desk.

“If I don’t go, then I’m the bitter and jealous ex. If I go alone I’m the pathetic spinster. It’s trap.” she griped.

“You arent trying to convince me that the Katherine Pierce, is unable to find herself a suitable date in order to conduct this pissing contest, for lack of a better word, with Mason at this charity event,” Elijah asked.

Katherine gave him a wry smile.

“Well obviously not. But I need someone of your refined pedigree and excellent taste in suits on my arm when I turn up to Mason’s sad little event looking like the most expensive thing in the room,”

Reminding Katherine that she wasn’t an object was on the tip of Elijahs tongue but he restrained himself and instead said.

“So want me to allow you to parade me around. in order to antagonize a man who is in all technicality my boss. All out of some persuit for petty revenge?”

“Bigger picture Elijah,” Katherine insisted. He winced as she uncerimoniously launched herself onto his desk, disregaurding any papers or stationary in her wake.

“You’re up for a premotion right?”

Elijah’s brows knitted skeptically.

“How-”

“-I have my rescources,” Katherine brushed him off.

“The point I’m making here is if Mason’s throwing a party, chances are the other company execs and higher ups are gonna be on the guest list too. You’re smart Elijah but you lack one thing that Mason doesnt.”

Elijah schooled his face so it wouldn’t be visibily evident what a dig to his ego that statement was and arched a eyebrow.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me what that it is.” He replied disinterestedly.

“Ambition,” Katherine said bluntly.

“I have a first class buissness degree from Harvard,” Elijah protested.

Katherine scoffed.

“Yeah you and half of America.”

Elijah let out a slightly disgruntled noise, unable to hide his displeasure at Katherine’s comments and shifted unconfortably.

“You play it safe. You rely on your private education and ettiquete book to take you where you want. But people like Mason, they’re sharks; they have no shame about hosting an extravagant event in order to kiss ass or hook line and sinker a client. Whether it’s at a charity event or a strip club,”

Elijah let out a slightly strangled noise.

“See that’s what I’m talking about. I bet those squeaky clean italian shoes probably havent even step foot near a ‘gentleman’s club’ before,” she smirked.

“Believe you me men who frequent those sorts of establishments are anything but gentlemen.”

“Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to win.” Katherine countered. “Why do you think you’re not on the guest list hmm? Mason knows you’re up for that job. He’s probably going to let his snot nosed nephew surpass you and land him the job instead and then you’ll be taking his coffee orders. Is that what you want?”

Elijah scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed.

“Katerina as usual your flair for being overly melodramatic has interfered with your sense of reason,”

Katherine face soured. She rose from her seat and looked at Elijah squarely.

“Just consider it.” she said quietly. “I’m presenting you with an oppurtunity. I’m giving you an in. Not to mention the chance to have moi on the tender crook of your arm-”

Elijah stifled an undignified snort.

“-And if that isn’t enough to sway you, I heard that associate from legal you were cozy with might be there,”

Elijah blinked in suprise. He hadn’t realised Katherine was aware of his relationship with Gia. The notion unsettled him even though he knew it shouldn’t.

“Think it over,” Katherine threw over her shoulder as she slipped out of the room. Her brown curls bouncing behind her.

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