#petrova doppelgängers

[katherineholmes]

Petrova Doppelgängers and Femininity

I'm not sure if the show runners and the writers intended to do this, but the Petrova doppelgängers are deeply entrenched in femininity. The one thing that all doppelgängers have in common is that they are always the sufferers. That they are powerful but only because they can be used. And that is exactly how the world has used women for centuries.

Amara’s cast in stone for two thousand years, being the anchor to the other side, her power used to hold up the so called supernatural purgatory. Tatia’s love is twisted, her blood is used to turn the men she loved into monsters. She had a child, presumably from a man who either left her or died. And then she’s killed by the lover turned monster for her blood. Katherine’s child is ripped from her, and when she tries to start a new life, she’s shown a beautiful, romantic future with a lord before it’s ripped away from her too. Before she sees her whole family slain. Elena is entrenched in grief and trauma, her loss is like Katherine’s, but where Katherine’s happened in a single night, Elena’s happened over three years.

Over and over again, the doppelgängers are used for the two most personal things - their blood and their womb. Having children that they can’t raise.

Amara falls in love with a man far more powerful than her and is condemned to an eternity of suffering and punishment for her crime.

Tatia is blamed for coming between two brothers and killed for her crime.

Katherine has her child ripped from her arms, seeing her daughter only once before she’s gone forever. She goes to England and dreams of a perfect life, emboldened by Klaus and his ‘romantic’ pursuit of her. Probably sees dreams of being a lady and a wife and a mother, for she’s a mother without her child.

But when she realises that these are just her dreams and tries to take control of her situation, she’s punished and has to see her entire family dead. Punished because she did not accept death and suffering. It’s telling as well, the way she’s portrayed on the show, the femme fatale, the ‘sexy’ one, the whore to Elena’s Madonna.

The only one who gets sent to hell for her sins.

Elena sees her parents die, Elena’s stuck between two brothers who love her face and her body and her compliance more than they love her. Who loses her aunt despite giving into Klaus and then becomes his human blood bag. Who keeps trying to save Stefan until he breaks her spirit, who keeps trying to save Damon despite how he takes away her right to grieve.

Amara, Tatia, Katherine and Elena are all sufferers. They suffer for their blood and their bodies and their wombs. They scream and are turned into victims, monster teeth in their throats, and iv lines in their veins and their blood turned to stone.

They are a representation of the most fundamental ways in which women suffer. Through their blood and their wombs and their hearts.

They are not powerful beings, yet their blood and suffering is of use to others.

And yet, they persevere. Amara who chooses her own death, and Tatia who had willingly given her blood to save Elijah. Katherine who takes her death in her own hands and lives. Refuses to suffer. Elena who plays the game and uses everything at her disposal to save everyone she can around her.

Just as all women do.

They all play a game that’s been rigged against them since the beginning.

They are one whose blood enables the existence of vampires and hybrids. Without the doppelgängers, there would be no vampires, there would be no originals, and no hybrids. Their blood is what sustains two entire species.

And so, in one way or the other, they win.

@sevensistersofsussex @amandamonroe @feralcherry @qvnthesia @jennifersminds

#elena gilbert #katherine pierce #amara #tatia #meta #petrova doppelgängers #the vampire diaries #tvd #the originals #they could’ve done a lot more with the doppelgängers #but it’s telling that they didn’t

[randomestfandoms]

I've seen it in the poems and the sands I've pleaded with the powers and their plans I tried to rewrite it, but I can't It's the history, the history of man

#tvddaily #tvdladies #thevampirediariesdaily #tvd #the vampire diaries #tvdedit #petrova doppelgängers #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #elena gilbert #tatia petrova #amara petrova #amara #tvd amara #klena #elena x klaus #not really but in my heart it is #the originals #klaus mikaelson #maisie peters #maisie peters lyrics

[paradiecircus]

Omgahhhhh I’m exhausted but I think I finally am done rewriting this part of Closer. I love how badass Kat is in this one and how badass Bonnie’s about to be. You’ll see! The magic in this one has always been super fun to write too!

Tomorrow I’ll have it up on FanFiction.Net and Wattpad under my same UN triplelmonamour

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33452608/chapters/93395428?fbclid=IwAR03gzecdCV4e639fOkE9INVSdsr2BJ5titJ2Z37PIEMyPj93DIU3Evqmf8&view_adult=true

#fanfic #fanfiction #bonnie bennett #tvd fandom #kol mikaelson #kennett #the vampire diaries #the originals #vampires #bennett witches #katerina petrova #kol x bonnie #mine #closer #doppelgänger #preview #current wip #fantasy writing #female writers #writer’s life #writer’s block

[merylinnemrys]

The soldier, the poet, and the fairy queen

SUMMARY : She wakes up in the middle of nowhere, eyes shining bright and blue, around trees far too tall for normal.

Later they’ll tell her ‘Tatiana’ is a title, not a name.

But for now, Tatia is her.

PAIRING: Elijah Mikaelson x Tatia, ?

part one | the present

1 | In the Past

2 | Mikael’s Village

#elijah mikaelson #elijah #tatia #tatia petrova #doppelgänger #the vampire diaries #the originals #talijah

[klausysworld]

Love…

Love is a dangerous game.

Love is a fickle thing.

Love is unpredictable.

Love is merciless.

Love can be both feared and desired.

Love can make a woman do such awful things.

Love can drive a woman mad.

It drove me mad. It made me do awful things. It made people scared and it made people excited. It made me merciless, unpredictable and dangerous but my love was never fickle and it never will be.

Not when it came down to Niklaus Mikaelson.

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It started off way before he arrived in town.

I grew up in Mystic Falls, one of the only witches in town alongside the Bennett family. When I was little, Sheila Bennet-Grams would always offer to babysit me from my mother. When I would play there with Bonnie my emotions would always get the better of me, objects would begin to float or catch fire. Grams would always pick me up and calm me down while telling me how powerful I would become.

She never mentioned magic to Bonnie, and I promised not to either even though we were so close. However my magic was something I had always been aware of and Grams said that finding control over it would be better than pretending it didn't exist.

Once I got a little older, she began to teach me things on other supernaturals. Starting with the Lockwood heritage and the basics of werewolves and then we went deeper, to Eenadu and how/why she created the species. Then a while later it was vampires. The basics first again and then the Originals, and Esther.

That was when I first heard of him; Klaus.

Grams spoke his name with such distaste but it stirred something inside me. She only told me the bast things, put a sinister spin on everything about them. So I had to do some digging myself.

He was just so damaged.

He was so broken, but so fixable.

He was just so loveable.

I knew he needed the doppelgänger so I convinced Bonnie that we should befriend Elena.

I knew he needed a werewolf so i befriended Matt through Elena which lead to befriending Tyler.

I knew he needed a vampire too but I didn't need to worry about that. I was certain that Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce, would pay the town a visit and death would follow her like the plague. She would either be my vampire or make me a vampire that I could give to Klaus.

And she did, just as predicted. So when I was sure that she had done everything for me: triggered Tylers 'curse', turned Caroline and collected the moonstone, I made my move in form of a letter.

It had taken a damn long time to find him. He moves, a lot. However, I too had made contacts over the last few years with other witches across the states and was able to pinpoint him.

And reach out.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

We have yet to meet though I am certain that when we do you will be pleased. Come to where it all began for I have an opportunity for you to seize.

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It was simple but still cryptic enough to grab his attention. I sent it to him with my magic and patiently waited.

And planned.

Klaus would definitely want to create more hybrids. Which meant some sort of trip as soon as the ritual was over and his wolf was free. I also knew that he and Stefan were friends in the 1920s, courtesy of Gloria who was a witch I had met and remained in contact with who was also in communication with Klaus and helped me find the man.

So I was betting that he would find a way to take Stefan with him to find his hybrids and bring the ripper out of him, which would not be difficult. I remember when he had gone a little mad for human blood earlier in the year. It wouldn't take a lot to push him back over that line.

Now was a nervous when Katherine went missing which meant klaus was in town? Yes. But I was much more excited.

I could feel myself literally buzzing when I stepped into the Salvatore manor house, I could feel the magic rolling off of Alaric! I sat between him and Damon and I could feel my skin burning. Damon kept putting his hand on my knee to stop my legs bouncing, asked if I was on drugs a couple times too but didn't suspect too much. I hadn't revealed to everyone the amount I knew. Though Elijah knew that I was much more than I let on but I kinda wanted him to know.

Of course everyone knew I was a witch but they assumed I was an amateur, Bonnie knew I was better than I made out to be but still didn't know the extents of what I was now capable of. When you've been practicing magic since you were a small child your power ages with you, I knew that I'd only grow stronger. And so far I have.

I just hoped that he couldn't feel my magic as well as I could feel his. That was a silly thought. I knew that he couldn't, I had a spell to mask it.

Time went fast, one second I was sat next to him and the next he was walking out the door and Damon was asking what was wrong with me today. I got out of it and went home to my planning board.

I wondered how long it would take for him to know that it was I who sent him the letter. I wondered how he would react. I also wondered how he would be if I sent him another.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

I see that you have arrived though not as I may have expected, Either way I hope you appreciate the ingredients that I have collected.

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I sent it via my magic again, I knew that it would lay waiting for him when he returned from the decade dance. It meant I was far too excited the entire time. Though I did my best to keep my mouth shut around Alaric Klaus himself.

Even when he revealed his true identity I had to bite back my smile, instead I allowed him to pin me, toss me and harm me until he though he'd won. I couldn't reveal my powers, the truth behind my innocent mask. I needed him to think I was weak but still interesting enough.

Bonnie ended up 'sacrificing' herself. To be completely honest it made me mad. Of all the people he could have hurt he had to choose her. I wouldn't have cared if it was any one else but Bonnie was the only true friend I had made, she wasn't here for me to use or bargain with. I liked her and felt my skin burn with rage.

So I made a little spell to cause Klaus an extensive amount of pain .

I got over it of course but I needed him to understand my feelings. It's the only way we could work.

I was pissed off that he hadn't used my chosen ingredients. Damon saved Tyler and Caroline and Bonnie was saving Elena.

Still, I watched his ritual anyway from a distance, my eyes lighting up as I watched his bones snap and his wolf rush to the front of his mind. Elijah's eyes locked on mine for a split second, a slight nod from us both before he took his brother to a place in the woods.

After that I had to babysit Damon while he whined and shook in pain. When his fevers got too bad I would place a cooling spell over his body and transfer some of his pain to myself. Despite not being Damons biggest fan, he was the one I got along most with out of the little group that had formed. He had a sense of humour and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Damon was no liar like most of the others and I admired that. Still, I did not trust him exactly but I didn't mind his company.

Eventually Katerina arrived, she did not look eager to see me however she delivered the cure as expected and revealed what I had assumed. Klaus had taken Stefan.

Unfortunately for Klaus, since finding him the first time, I was able to play a tracking spell on his soul. If I closed my eyes and chanted the right words I was able to find exactly where he was in the moment I did so. Which meant he received more letters.

They were always short and suggestive, never revealing quite how much I knew but just hinting at it. I knew it would annoy him, he would see it as child’s play but that's what made it all so amusing when I would whisper my spells and watch his jaw clench as he attempted to tear up the paper only for it to magically bind back together in mockery of his frustration.

It was when he arrived in Chicago that Gloria had me on the phone.

"I warn you child, he's been asking me to find out who's sending the notes. I wouldn't ever tell on you dear but you know how he becomes. Don't play with fire unless you plan to get burnt" she told me, her tone worried

"Thank you Gloria but you've always known I enjoy the burn. Even if he knows, I can contain him. I've been preparing." I murmur, as my fingers trace over the sketch of the cage I plan to create for him should it ever be necessary.

"Do be careful" she whispered, "They don't call him a beast for fun"

"I know" I hum "It's going to be wonderful" I stated, my mind picturng those golden eyes of his.

Gloria had to hang up when she heard Rebekah's voice nearing but messaged me an update later that day. Unfortunately I felt as her life was taken, by Katerina of all people though I couldn't be too surprised. Her obsession with Stefan never failed to shine through.

Not that I could judge.

Plus it worked in my favour. Klaus came back home.

I got to see him and senior prank night, he even grabbed my wrist. I asked if he just wanted to hold my hand which made him smirk and made my lower stomach implode.

He did in fact hold my hand.

Sure it was while he dragged me down a corridor but he held it all the same.

Then he started killing people and turned Tyler which made me happy. At least my werewolf was useful after all.

Eventually I got back home and went to bed, with Klaus still on my mind of course.

Things got much more interesting from then onward. Klaus was in town much more and always getting in everyones business. I both enjoyed it and loathed it.

It was lovely because it meant I got to talk to him, and because I knew so much about him already I was able to keep him entertained and talkative. Especially when it came to art. I had to research so many artists so that I could engage him in conversation for long periods of time. I convinced the others that it was to distract him while they did their stupid little plans but it was really just for me.

I still sent my letters but I was confident that he didn't know it was me. Somehow I had made him believe that I was brand knew to magic and practically hopeless which he apparently found 'cute'. Whether he meant it or not it still made me blush.

After a few months I had the cage made. It was doused in magic to ensure he couldn't ever escape and I had put in a bookshelf with books I knew he would enjoy as well as a sketch pad and an array of crayons. Pencils were a little risky as they had a point but I put in some blunt charcoal. I had vervain growing beside the cage and wolvebane on my bedroom windowsill. The cage was set up in my basement.

My mother never went down there, she still thinks it's all horiible down their. She also doesn't really practise magic anymore so she's basically a human and oblivious to my supernatural involvment.

Thanks to her unawareness I was able to go about things without even being that discreet. Even if she had picked up on it, she made no effort to intervene.

So I continued to indulge in my obsession.

It was mostly harmless, though my letters progressively became love letters. It was entertaining to watch his brows rise as he read the suggestive words, often now his fingers would trace over the lipstick print I had left in the bottom right corner. Occasionally I would wear the same shade around him, just to test my limits. Sometimes I would spray the paper with my perfume before sending it too.

Soon I began sending other things too, like a rose alongside the letter or a sugary beignet that I had made myself. Sometimes they would contain propofol or something similar. This, with a high enough dosage, would knock even the original hybrid out long enough for me to go on over. I would often sit down beside him on his bed, usually my fingers would stroke through his sweet curls and I would press a kiss to his cheek. Almost always leaving the same mark as I did on those letters and taking pride in the confusion that painted his gorgeous face when he would see it in the morning and wash off my mark.

There were a couple close calls where I had assumed him to be passed out only to find him waiting in his bed, then I would have to be more forceful with putting him to sleep. Often magic was involved and I would lay with him, stroking the area I had struck him with my power to soothe the sting away.

Since then I had noticed his glances over his shoulders as he walked and the way his fingers would nervously tap against his scotch glass. I couldn't deny the pleasant feeling that buzzed through me at the knowledge that I made him nervous, borderline afraid. He even went so far as to have one of his hybrids stand guard outside of his room when he slept. So I had to climb up through his window. It was a hassle really but it got easier each time I did so.

I found myself in his room pretty much every single night. Something about how he was when he slept was so peaceful and innocent that I couldn't help but crave it. It soothed something within me.

What was even better than watching him while he slept?

Finding a painting in his art room...of me!

It was beautifully done and looked just like a photo. If i hadn't touched it to feel the layers of paint then I wouldn't have known he created it. A true, genuine smile graced my lips when I held it and I couldn't help but go through all his sketch pads to find more.

My next love letter hinted toward the art but I think that he was beginning to over think the notes at this point. They were driving him a little mad.

I considered leaving him alone for a little while but then he started getting into trouble. Too much trouble. The kind that got him hurt and stabbed by white oak. The kind that had him ready to leave Mystic Falls.

So I had to start eliminating threats toward him.

I went as far as hospitalising Elena, making it look like natural causes so that the others would have to leave Klaus alone for a while.

I befriended Rebekah, started learning things about Klaus's childhood, the little things that meant so much to him. So I went home and hand carved him a wooden wolf and left it on top my letter.

Slowly, I think he began to have suspicions. Sometimes I catch him watching me with a very calculative look in his eye though he would break into a nervous smile and look away, often walking out the room entirely. I didn't like that.

He tried to distance himself but I wouldn't let him. I thought it was clear that he was mine by now. If he had figured it out then he should be happy and relaxed knowing that it's me, not tense and worried. What did he think I would do, really?

Didn't matter. Time went on.

Thanksgiving came and went, Christmas and then New Year. I always sent and received a present. The Mikaelsons actually threw a Christmas ball which I of course attended and I was able to bag multiiple dances with Klaus. I also danced with Elijah, he directly asked me if I was the one messing with his brothers head, we were whispering and I made a little spell so Klaus couldn't eavesdrop. I confirmed it without actually admitting it and made some little threats for if he should try to stop anything, after I left for home.

I continued with my visits, my growing friendships and my gifts. And then valentines day came around.

I had been contemplating whether I treat it any differently to every other day. I never had before however this time I had somebody to think of, somebody I loved.

So when I woke up, I decided that perhaps I'd at least go see Klaus today.

What I had not expected was a large bouquet of roses, bunched into the shape of a heart set on my dining room table with a typed note attached.

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Dearest Y/N, I don't usually engage in human holidays however you've recently changed my perspective. I hope you don't think I've been oblivious to your advances, I'll admit they've been affective. Love Niklaus

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The note made me smile. The rhyming scheme matched all my letters and this was all the confirmation I needed that he had accepted my feelings.

So I got dressed into a dress, the same deep red as the flowers he had gifted me with the eyeshadow and lipstick to match. I drove myself to his home and this time knocked on the door.

Klaus must have been waiting for he opened it as soon as my knuckles hit the wood and he was dressed to perfection. His blood red tie matched my dress as though he just knew and his hand held out for mine without a word being said. I nodded to him and held his hand, enjoying the way it caused my magic to ignite inside me.

I was lead inside to the area which was usually primarily empty and used for parties and events however it was down littered with rose petals. Fairy lights and candles lit the room and a little square table rest in the centre of the room covered by a white table cloth with two golden plates hidden by gold plate covers sat waiting to be revealed.

"Oh wow" I whispered quietly. This was most definitely not something I had thought of occurring. I heard Klaus clear his throat a little as he hesitantly slipped his hand round my waist causing my tummy to flutter pleasantly before he kept leading me over to the table. He proceeded to pull out my hair, waiting for me to sit and then carefully pushing me closer to the table before sitting opposite me.

"I do hope you'll enjoy the food though if you don't I can be sure to get you something else-" His voice began to speed up, I could see his nerves playing.

"That won't be necessary, I'll have what I'm given and I'll enjoy it" I state simply with a reassuring smile. He returned it and nodded quietly to himself as he lifted the cover off of his play and I did the same. Underneath was a beautifully cooked slice of beef wellington with potatoes and a few vegetables alongside and a sauce to go with.

"I was going to do starters as well but I didn't want you too be too full as I have more for us to eat later" he explained quietly.

"Later?" I question with the slight tilt of my head and he smiled.

"We have a lot to talk about" He answered and I hummed, lifting the wine glass to my lips and allowing the rich taste to please my tongue. I licked my lips clean, watching as his eyes followed my tongues movements as he sat a little straighter. "However," he began, clearing his throat again making a slither of amusement make its way to my face. "For the moment, I just want to have a valentines dinner with you, my questions will wait for after." He decided and I nod, happy with his arrangement.

"Very well" I agreed as I cut into my steak and pastry and popped a piece into my mouth, moaning at the flavour and locking my eyes onto his. His adams apple bobbed and his eyes darted to his plate making me grin.

Dinner was mostly small talk, a few flirty comments through desert before he took our empty plates out to the kitchen. I got up from my seat to follow him but he shook his head and asked that I stay while he cleaned. I agreed without resistance, if he wanted to do the dishes then I wouldn't object.

He was back in just a minute and holding his hand out for me to take again, which I did. Then I was brought upstairs which made me raise a brow, "Already huh?" I ask teasingly.

He glanced over his shoulder at me with a knowing look "Don't act like you don't spend nearly every night in my room" he replied making my eyes roll playfully.

He pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. On the bed lay every single letter I had written him, I clicked my tongue as I looked over the generous pile and slowly glanced up at his face. His arms were folded over his chest and he had that look in his eyes that just told be to begin.

I smiled up at him and let out a little laugh "Right..." I muttered, "Well..., okay, can we sit for this?" I asked and he hummed, gesturing two chairs that we went to.

And then I started talking. A lot.

I went from the start, Grams. There was no point lying to the man, so I just laid it all out bare for him. From the first time I heard his name to the first time I was able to see his face to the first time we actually met, to now. It took hours of explaining and answering questions for silence to actually come around.

His expressions changed throughout the discussion, sometimes he looked a little confused, sometimes he even looked a little afraid but for the most part he just looked intrigued. When I was done and his questions stopped flowing, he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"You're crazy" He whispered and I felt my demeanour change, just as I went to snap his eyes went back to mine and a wide smile spread across his face. "You're so insane, I love it" he murmured before my face was in his hands and his lips were on mine.

I'll admit it took me by surprise so it took me a minute to react. Of course I kissed him back, would have been really dumb not to at this point.

His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once, every single nerve I owned stood on edge for him and my magic began to flow a little too fast than I was used to. Klaus pulled away, a chuckle leaving his lips making my eyes, which I didn't remember closing, open.

"You've set the curtains on fire sweetheart" he mumbled, stroking a few strands of hair behind my ear as I took a breathe and silently mended the curtains with my mind. A kiss was placed behind my ear and I breathed in deeply. "I can't believe you let me think you couldn't even light a candle when I met you" he muttered and he smiled.

"You let everyone think you were Alaric, so..." I trailed but he tutted.

"Ah, ah. Everyone except for you as it turns out so we are in no way even. You have been tormenting me, lying to me, watching me sleep..." he smirked and I rolled my eyes, "borderline assaulting me!" he exasperated and I dropped my head back with a sigh. His lips pressed to my neck in response and I hummed with a clenched jaw. "You do not like to be teased" he stated and my eyes flicked to him "I'm not mad" he told me but I didn't think he was anyway "your methods for my...affections have been questionable-"

"Well-" I interjected but he shook his head and kissed my lips again which was a seemingly affective way to keep me quiet but I liked it.

"But" he cut in "It has been incredibly sexy to watch you pull an unbelievable amount of power moves under everyone's noses, including my own. I look forward to seeing how many more moves you have" he whispered, his voice becoming progressively lower.

My gaze fixed on him, my eyes narrowed a little. Was he saying what he wanted to say or what I wanted to hear?

His hands slid down my sides to the backs of my thighs before he lifted me onto his lap, having me straddle him in his chair and causing my dress to ride up. My hands held onto his upper arms lightly, he looked back at me with the same calculative look I'm sure I was wearing. His head tilted to the side making my lips twitch, he looked cute like a confused pet.

"I don't take well to being played with" I tell him and he frowned.

"I'm not playing" he replied, his hand caressing my thigh in a way that made an unfamiliar warmth spread through me and I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. For some reason I had mapped out a plan for every scenario except for one where he actually showed the interest I wanted from him. "I wouldn't toy with you Y/n. Should I have wanted to harm you I would have just done so"

"You don't think I'm a threat?" I question and he furrowed his brows

"Do you want me to see you as a threat?" He asked confused and I hesitated, did I?

"Maybe?" I whispered, unsure and he huffed softly.

"You have been dancing around me for almost a year now, don’t you think it’s time we both give in?” He murmured and I stared at him. Slowly his hands brushed higher up my thighs and he pulled me closer on his lap making my heart pound. “Will you let yourself give in to me?” He asked as his fingertips grazed the thin material of my panties. “No more stalking or knocking me out…just be with me, you can sleep beside me…with me and I’ll give you everything you could ever want”

I hummed quietly and clenched my jaw as I felt and heard the elastic in my panties snap. His hand pulled the fabric away from my body and tucked them into his pocket as his eyes locked on mine. I shifted a little on his lap, my thigh clenching around him as I felt my pussy flutter against the erection that was pushing against his suit trousers.

“You have no idea how hard it was to figure out who you were” he muttered as he pushed my hips back and forth in a slow motion. I could feel my skin heating up as my sensitive flesh rubbed over his pants. “You drove me mad” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear making a warm shiver slide down my spine.

A breathy moan fell from my lips as I felt his hips grind up against my bare pussy. “Do you remember that letter you wrote, you were practically begging me to fuck you” he reminded making my eyes shut, my lips parting as I moved my hips with his to receive the perfect amount of friction against my clit. “Do you know how many faceless dreams I’ve had of you? I had to guess what your pretty moans would sound like, how tight your cunt was, I need to see if my imagination was accurate” He practically purred against my neck.

I kept grinding myself on his crotch, panting softly to try catch my breath and my thoughts and his hands cupped my ass firmly. They brushed across the tops of my thighs before a finger was rubbing my clit making my hips thrust up and a moan to escape me.

My hands curled into his jacket, I always had the control in situations. I needed the power and the control yet I couldn’t even think about taking it right now. I just needed to chase that feeling.

I couldn’t help the choked sound that left me when a finger plunged its way inside of me. At this point my hips were rutting against his hand, my pussy surely dripping onto his pants but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart” his voice cooed against my ear and I moaned aloud. Kisses burned into the top of my neck and base of my jaw, “I’m gonna fuck you against all of your little love letters” he mumbled and I cried out his name weakly.

Another finger stretched me open with my clit was rubbed ferociously making my hips stutter and thighs tremble with need.

His mouth captured mine as I felt my resistance snap. My body shook and my head felt light as my lips pushed against his with force. After he pulled back and let me catch my breath he lifted me up and dropped me onto his bed amongst all the notes I’d left him in the past.

His body knelt between my legs and his face hovered over mine as he brushed his nose against mine.

I think it was that moment that I knew:

Love would destroy us both.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Petrova

summary - games were always katherine’s intentions, and as the prized possession and girlfriend of her nemesis and doppelgänger elena gilbert, she just had to have you (2.7k)

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni, fingering, cheating, swearing, slight degradation, mentions of katherine’s past

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There was one that hated your girlfriend with a deadly intent; her name was Katherine Pierce, she was a destructive vampire, who had taken much a toll on people's lives. It was her life goal to make people sufficiently miserable, for she felt the same, she had been chased for her bloodline for hundreds of years by one of the most powerful families. Her ignited hatred was directed towards Elena Gilbert, the woman that you were dating. Elena was a spark of joy in the darkness that often gloomed over Mystic Falls, she was a symbol of eternal mortality that often had your body intertwined in comfort, however there was something in regard to Katerina Petrova that made your heart rapidly beat, and your palms grow sweaty. They shared the same appearance so perhaps that could have been why you were so drawn to her, but you knew that wasn't it all alone; the aura that she carried was addictive like a drug, it was understandable how both Salvatore brothers had fallen for the promiscuous vampire, claiming to love her at times. And whilst your feelings were not that strong towards the strong immortal, lust encased you each and every time that you thought of her, even if you were in the company of your own girlfriend, of whom you were currently with.

Her locks were straight as she combed her hands through the brunette strands, she was seated by the window in her bedroom, a familiar book beholden in between her fingers as she scrawled on the pages with ink that dispersed from the black pen that she was using. Her journal. It was filled with many secrets and first hand experiences of the dangerous encounters that she faced, and most people would be driven by the darkness inside of their souls to look inside, but you were not, you assumed it was because when it boiled down to it you had your own secrets that you had no intentions to share with Elena, and that you understood that on a personal note that there were some things that people preferred to keep private. And thus, you respected the space that she needed to release her thoughts as you lay on her bed, removing your gaze so that it was aimed up at the ceiling, and allowed your mind to drift away to your own secrets. It went back to Katherine, as though she were a sickness that you just couldn't shake, and that was a rather accurate way to describe it. Admittedly you felt quite an arise of guilt as you were splayed upon your partner's bed thinking of another woman, it wasn't right nor fair.

A part of you wished that you could tell Elena the truth about how you felt, you loved her and you had no goals to hurt her in the way that expressing your dark attraction towards her doppelganger would do. She continuously compared herself to her vampire counterpart, and you didn't need to make her feel any more insecure about their relation and indifferent outer appearances than she already did, and so you sat up, dragging your eyes over to Elena again. The way that she was so invested and lost in recounting her experience was beautiful, it was as though everything, but her body had abandoned this timeline, and that she was becoming a part of the past all over again. It caused a content smile to appear on your face; she was all that you needed, and thus you stood from the bed and began to walk towards her, catching her attention. Her opal brown eyes focused on you, lifting up from the paper she had scribbled upon as she put it on the side beside her. "It's getting rather late, I think I should head out." You told her to which she stood, enclosing the space between the pair of you, unaware of why you were really leaving. The guilt was still eating away at you, and until you awoke in the morning, it would remain there, tomorrow was going to be a fresh start, you planned not to think about Katherine whatsoever.

A small crush never hurt anybody, but this was deeper than that, and would be to Elena also. The best thing to do would be shake all remnants of emotion out of the truth, and prioritise the relationship that you were currently in. Elena wound her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies closer together, and if it were in her fashion you were sure she would have pouted, but that was definitely more of a Katherine thing. "Okay." She spoke with a smile, not suspicious in the slightest which was a major relief. "I'll miss you, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at cheer practice." To put an all-consuming finale to her words, she conjoined your lips, and that was how Katerina Petrova left your mind and was diverted elsewhere in your brain. Your hand weaved into the back of her perfectly styled hair, inherently pulling her closer to rouse more passion into the kiss, ensuring that she knew that you loved her although the pair of you hadn't said those words yet. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for her, but you forbade yourself from saying such a meaningful sentiment until she was the only one that made your stomach churn and your heart coil from impact of ravenous beats.

Finally, the pair of you split apart, your lips dragging along one another's one last time until that was it. "Bye babe." Your fingers caressed her arm as you retraced your steps out from her room, descending down the stairs and out of the house, to where you saw Jeremy talking to Alaric by his truck. You sent them a wave on your way off the drive as you walked through the streets of Mystic Falls all by your lonesome; it'd have been a stupid thing for just anyone to do, however you knew of the dangers that lurked when the sun set, and to be accurate whilst it was still in the sky. Vampires had the tactical advantage of daylight rings which therefore allowed them to perform their stalking of prey whenever they wished, and they would not disintegrate to ash for it. There was a feeling tugging at your gut when you got closer to your home that you were being followed, you whipped your head around but to no avail saw anything. Either it was all in your head or whatever had an idea to pick you up for dinner knew what they were doing, you had a suspicion of the latter and thus picked up your pace, wanting to get inside to avoid a run in with a bloodsucker.

However you should have known that it would have realised that you had caught onto its almost invisible advances, and one you were about to head down the last turning to reach your home, a hand grabbed you, tugging you into the area between two houses. A tired sigh fell from your lips; you'd recognise that intoxicating perfume any day, you'd spent hours trying to get this particular vampire out of your head and when you had finally managed to do so, she chooses to track you down. "What do you want Katherine?" The brunette cocked her head at you, snickering lightly at your question, as though she were amused by interlocking two brothers to be in love with her, which she had done before. And now you were her target, she would strip you down to your very core until you were a withering servant to her heart, and make you forget all about her doppelganger. She was far more interesting anyways, and exciting and could show you far more than the small town girl that you had committed yourself to.

But you loved Elena, she was the one that you knew logically you could have a future with, rather than being on the run with for the rest of your sorry life. "I thought it was obvious," she carried a sprawled and prideful smile upon her features, as her chocolate eyes probed at you for a selfish purpose, and you felt adequately drawn into her sultry trap. And the worst thing was, you couldn't find it in yourself to be swallowing guilt, she had captured you and intermingled your essence into her deviousness, even after all of the horrid games that she had played. You should of resented everything of her entire being, considering her satire feud against your partner and friends, however her very personality beneath her traumatic past made you evoke pity for the woman.

Sighing heavily, you kept your eyes fixed, forcing them not to roll at the suspension that she purposely left you with. "You aren't getting anything from me Katherine, so knock off the act. Leave me and Elena alone, maybe occupy yourself with Damon and Stefan as you once had; you've already ruined their lives, so allow the rest of us to get on with our own." But despite your words, that wasn't what you'd ever admit that you wanted, you loved the adrenaline that you experienced when you were in her resented company, it was dangerous and exciting, and you hated that you felt addicted to it - to her. She cocked a fragrant smile once again, her irises illuminating with deviancy, which was nothing estranged from Katherine's usual self.

"I don't care about little, precious Elena," she blankly and openly stated, daring to inch closer to your personal space which you had previously accounted to be forbidden. "However I am quite enamoured with you, perhaps you'd enjoy 'spending time' with somebody who is more exhilarating than Elena." Katherine Pierce was a confident woman, and she enjoyed putting Elena in where she thought to be her place, however you couldn't cave without a dire purpose, you did love Elena... but the sweet pungency of her perfume hit your nostrils, making your brain delirious and no doubt your actions swayed by her vixen like seduction. "Come on y/n/n, live a little. I'd be pleased to be her upgraded replacement, after all, I always get what I want."

"And you want me?" You pretended to sound astounded, an aghast facade of shock exhibiting across your face as your brows drew wearingly together. But you weren't nervous about Katherine's actions, you wanted to have control over your own, to be stubborn against her effective persuasion. Too many had fallen victim to her cunning sexual appeal, and whilst you couldn't fault them to the magnetising tug that she pulled them in with as you were conditioned with the same plague, you couldn't do that out of not only the respect that you held towards those you cared for, but yourself as well. But your body fought aggressively against your rationalising mind, desiring to be dangerously closer to the immortal woman before you.

"I haven't been vacant about that fact," she once again moved closer, her face directly before yours, "and I can't blame myself. I've always loved the chase after a beautiful woman, but the time is up and the game is finally over, because Elena or no Elena, I will take what I want, just like she did with the Salvatores." She was using the mention of Damon and Stefan to bait you, you remembered watching them pine after your girlfriend and it awoke a fuse within your human soul. Jealousy, you shared the feeling of which the vampire in your eye line held for your relationship with her soft natured doppelgänger, and it brewed a heavy weight in your chest. She had you exactly where she had intended, and she took it as her vast opportunity to whisk her face significantly closer, brushing her poisonous lips against your own.

"Then prove it Katherine." The sin washed over you, and before you knew it your body was against the uncomfortable brick wall behind you, her mouth practically devouring your own. And you hated to pursue such a cheat, but Katherine always had a point, no matter how cruel and satire it was to be. Your heart patted in your vulnerable body like a blood induced marathon, and the monster in disguise could hear every beat, and it only aroused her slyness farther. It would be sensible and a control of your morals to stop kissing her, but the way her hands massaged your hips had you squirming in conjunction to pressing your thighs together that were trapped from a sexual relief.

It was her intention to prove everything to you, and your muse of a body, she could sense through all of her versatile abilities that she was driving you stirringly insane. "I told you I get exactly what I want." She hissed from the barricade of your clashing teeth, her hands creeping inwards and creeping up to the button of your jeans, expertly zipping down its metallic fly. You were already wet, and although she knew already knew due to her stern direction of scent, it held no comparison to feeling your wetness drizzle wantonly down her fingers that had discovered the inside of your underwear.

She twirled her experienced digits around your folds, before drifting upwards to your sensitive clit, that yearned for attention every time that the enemy that shared an appearance with your girlfriend was near. "Fuck." You whimpered, throwing your head back and resting it on the neighbourhood architecture, pouting when she decided to neglect your rosey bud of pleasure, however she had no discern to uphold the desperate contact that she shared with you. Instead she travelled further between your spasming thighs, drifting the length of her finger through your wet entrance, and it easily glided inside.

"I doubt Elena has ever had you like this, holding pretty tears in your eyes." She taunted you, smirking wickedly when she added another within your walls, picking up the pace in which she fucked you with them. You wanted to bite back, yell or scream a phrase of argument, but your current predicament proved otherwise. You grew closer to the overwhelming edge, your head growing delirious, and you realised that you had never been pushed towards an orgasm so fast in such little time. "Cum for me y/n, you know you want to." It was impossible to do anything but obey the dominant brunette, and thus you followed suit of her words, your cunt clenching tightly around her two fingers as you reached your blissful landing upon your orgasm.

A few minutes passed before she retracted her fingers from within you, your mind continuing to be hazy for a long and silent moment, and you missed witnessing Katherine feeding herself from your juices that had spilled over her fingers. As you opened your eyes despite the dreary wash of endorphins that stunned your mind, reality came crashing down, and you ushered a distance from Katerina Petrova, your hands grasping at the realisation that appeared to be in your hair follicles. "Shit! Elena..." You were a cheater, as bad as Katherine back when she toyed with the brothers that had been poised as her puppets, and you had fallen as her prey.

"It's okay, it can be our little secret. And so can next time." She agonisingly attempted to comfort you, reaching her hand up to grab at your face, however this time you didn't hesitate to slap it away, overcome with guilt that should have stopped you from swaying along with her ploy of getting in your pants, and intently your heart. "No." You ushered back at her, imposing a state of redress upon yourself as you recoiled with disgust at yourself. "It shouldn't have happened, and it won't ever happen again." But the traitorous villain before you had the feeling that you were telling a lie, as she had told many in the span of over 500 long and disturbed years whilst she ran away from those that wished to hunt her. They were bigger predators, Originals, but you were merely a human, and the target of a spiteful vampire that would take everything she wanted.

#katherine pierce smut #katherine pierce x reader #katherine pierce imagine #tvd x reader #tvd smut #vampire diaries x reader #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries fanfiction #vampire diaries #tvd x you

[cancerian-woman]

Caroline offers the least in terms of storytelling and that’s who they chose to push in every plot not Elena(who was written in to serve Damon only) but is a Petrova doppelgänger & Bonnie the witch from a powerful bloodline…

#i find it funny some Stan’s expected a spinoff abt c when what else is she supposed #to do exactly #anti caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #i woke up feeling a lil negative. i don’t regret what i said #the vampire diaries #anti delena #tvd #and if Caroline wasn’t a boring self insert who was placed with every man there was she wouldn’t be as liked #there’s nothing to tell with her.

[tvimagines221b]

Being Katherine Pierces sister and Klaus having a crush on you would include:

It all started in 1492 when you and your older sister Katerina Petrova were both exiled by your parents from your home in Bulgaria. Katerina for having a child at such a young age, and you for trying to defend her actions. When you immigrated to England, it’s where you both had bumped into the charming and handsome Mikaelson Brothers. Elijah and Klaus. While Klaus seemed to have a bit of a flirt with Katerina, it appeared that he was always more interested in you. But after Klaus’s plan to sacrifice Katerina was revealed, you and her had to flee.

Fast forward to centuries later when Klaus returns to Mystic Falls in search of the doppelgänger, Elena Gilbert… You and Klaus run into each other once more. “Klaus?” “Hello Love. Did you miss me?”

At first, you’re annoyed by Klaus. Not to mention the hate you have for him after everything he did

“You don’t look happy to see me love.” “Yeah well I haven’t exactly gotten over you murdering my entire family.”

But as time goes on, and the longer you’re with him in Mystic Falls it becomes more clear that Klaus hasn’t forgotten about you. Especially his feelings towards you. It’s not until he invites you to the Mikaelson Ball that you realize that he’s always had a crush on you.

When Katherine realizes what’s going on, she urges you not to fall into his trap. “Y/N, don’t be fooled. Klaus isn’t a diamond in the rough. He’s the devil in disguise. You should be running. As far as you possibly can.”

Arguing with Katherine that you should maybe give him some sort of chance “Katherine, I should at least give him a chance.”

Katherine not being able to defend him because realizes she can’t control your life “Fine. Don’t come crying to me when he ruins everything.”

Over time, you find yourself meeting up with Klaus time and time again. Wether it’s to have drink, or to even watch him paint you begin to conjure up feelings for him

Wanting to deny those feelings but realizing they you can’t

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikeelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #tvd x reader #tvd #tvd imagine #the vampire diares x reader #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries

[leianaberrie]

“after-credits” scene.

I hollered. Lmao!

No but they really did gymnastics trying to avoid a Bonnie and Kai scene through the 3 episodes Kai was in. And then the actual Bonkai scene we get at the very end, the writers use Kai to give a blandish introduction for the Petrova.

We already know how “impressed” Kai would be with Katherine - the same level of impressed he felt for Damon (her spiritual doppelgänger) and Elena (her literal doppelgänger). Kai wasn’t impressed with Damon’s tortured, bad boy, “I do evil things but I sometimes feel bad about them and that makes me redeemable” act and he wasn’t impressed with Elena’s basic looks. People that claim he would have been impressed with her (or she with him for that matter because Katherine had a clear type) are people that are desperate to pair Kai with any white woman.

[supercap2319]

“Y/N, I know you had your reasons for coming to New Orleans.... but why are you staying?” Elijah asked. They were standing on the balcony overlooking the French Quarter. The young hybrid sighed as he looks at the older man. “Leaving’s hard than I thought it would be. But like I said, I’m only here as long as you need me here.”

“Yes, and why is that? You are not bounded to stay here like I and my siblings are. You could go. You’re free.”

“Well, I made you a deal. And I never break a deal. You taught me that. I promised to help you protect your baby niece from the New Orleans witches and that’s what I plan to do. Besides... it’s easier than returning home and watching Stefan fall for Elena.” Y/N said bitterly.

“I’m sorry to hear about that. How unfortunate.” Elijah apologized.

“It’s alright. You of all people should understand the pull of a Petrova doppelgänger. Tatia. Katherine.”

“Yes, the ones made to look like Amara.”

“Right. So, I’m not leaving until my mission is complete. If that’s okay with you?”

“It’s more then okay with me.”

[misteriios]

✧.:°｡ — starter for: @hiddenpxpercuts // silas & katherine

❝ well, well, well… ❞ silas head tilted to the side as he studied the doppelgänger. a smirk on his lips when he spoke again ❝ if it isn’t katerina petrova. here to cause chaos in the big town now? ❞ he teased, arms crossed over his chest ❝ a pleasure meeting you again ❞

#interactions / silas. #( silas & katherine )

[katherineholmes]

I have always thought that Klaus probably painted many pictures with Tatia's face. He never got over her, he spent entire nights painting that face over and over again. His obsession with her face only got worse after Katherine escaped from him, but now every time he painted it again it was with a mixture of adoration and hatred in equal measure.

I can well imagine him doing paintings where Katherine is being tortured (often by him). The bastard even painted a huge painting depicting the moment where Katherine finds her family slaughtered.

It wasn't until he heard of Elena's existence that Klaus returned to painting that face with the same adoration with which he painted Tatia. His last work before going to Mystic Falls was a painting where he finally breaks his curse; he paints himself holding his new doppelganger in his arms while drinking her precious blood to death...

Okay, so this is incredible to receive, and that headcanon of yours, well, I kinda want to dive right into it, so here we go.

I agree, Klaus never got over Tatia, she was his first love after all. he must've spent countless hours reminiscing over her, and once he could, he absolutely drew her. He likely also hallucinated her asking him to join in her in death when he was afflicted by the hunters curse. And I'm sure that even after the curse was lifted, he was still enamoured with the idea of her, although I doubt he seriously contemplated ending his life after that.

The Katerina one is also fantastic, but I think Klaus was already torturing her when she was on the run. All his life, Klaus has only truly feared one person - Mikael. And for most of his life, that fear was evoked just by rumours of his presence. Klaus hated that Katherine got away, but the way he killed her family, the staging of it, the cruelty of it, was obviously (imo) an imitation of how Mikael tortures him over the centuries. Klaus wanted to make Katherine suffer so he did it in the way that he knows suffering. (Also, is there any gifset of this parallel? The way Klaus staged Katherine's family and the way Mikael staged Marcel and the others in the opera in NOLA?)

Although, now that you've brought this up, Klaus definitely has some paintings of him just torturing his enemies, made in one of his mood swings. And when he does torture them, he likely adds hints of their blood to it like accents. I bet they're hidden away like those letters he collects from his victims.

And Elena, that painting of her being drained by him, I think it's likely the crown jewel of his collection. (Can I include that in some work? Because I can imagine Elena being horrified and fascinated if she finds it.) The adoration with which he paints her lasts till he learns she's alive and then comes back when he realises how inextricably linked to her he is.

This is seriously such a fascinating message though, I love everything about this! Thank you so much for sending me this, and I hope you don't mind the lengthy discussion that followed! (I love diving into Klaus' psyche - so many layers and so rich.)

#klena #klaulena #elena x klaus #klaus mikaelson headcanons #klena headcanon #katherine pierce #tatia #anon my beloved #this is impressive #and my new favourite #anonymous #send me anything #petrova doppelgängers

[newromantisc]

i tried to hold these secrets inside me but my mind's like a deadly disease. i'm colder than this home, i'm meaner than my demons. goddamn right, you should be scared of me. ⸻ ei, aquele ali é charlie weber? não, é só elijah mikaelson, um personagem canon de the originals / the vampire diaries. ouvi dizer que ele tem 1062 anos de idade, mora em aspen cove há dois anos e é um advogado em richardson & flinch law. ele tem suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco cortês e super protetor sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

nome: elijah mikaelson.

aparente idade: quarenta e cinco anos.

espécie: vampiro (anteriormente, bruxo).

pronomes: ele/dele.

orientação sexual: demissexual, heterromântico.

ocupação: advogado em richardson & flinch law.

mídia de origem: the originals / the vampire diaries.

trigger warning: assassinato, morte.

nascido apenas como bruxo, elijah perdeu um dos irmãos mais novos após um ataque de lobisomens e o pai, tentando proteger a vida dos filhos, obrigou a mãe a criar um feitiço que os transformasse em imortais. ao confrontar a natureza com àquela criação, foram amaldiçoados com eterna fome por sangue e a perda das habilidades mágicas. a falta de controle em seus novos poderes fez com que elijah, acidentalmente, matasse quem acreditava ser o amor de sua vida, uma petrova doppelgänger chamada tatia. o acontecimento o assombrava o suficiente para que a mãe selasse a memória atrás de uma "porta vermelha" na mente de elijah, assim, enquanto ele estivesse limpo de sangue humano, nada atrás daquela porta poderia machucá-lo. mil anos depois, sacrificou a própria vida junto a klaus em prol da vida de sua sobrinha, hope.

tem suas memórias intactas e não consegue se lembrar como voltou a vida, menos ainda o porquê está morando em aspen cove. já tentou sair da cidade algumas vezes, mas além de falhar, acorda imóvel na cama de uma casa que sequer sabia que existia ou que era de sua família.

em aspen cove, está tentando reunir os irmãos e vampiros que possam ser confiáveis. assim como em mystic falls, elijah pretende manter a ordem sobrenatural e respeita demais a vida humana, a ponto de esconder sua verdadeira espécie.

para humanos, é apenas um advogado milionário que é habilidoso no que faz e raramente perde um caso. para demais criaturas, é o vampiro original mais gentil e piedoso, mas que faria de tudo para proteger a própria família.

possui poderes.

#˛ ⠀ ⠀ ⋆ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫‚⠀elijah. #achq: intro

[feralcherry]

Pov - klaus seeing Hanne for the first time in lovers prelude

sdkfjahfd fuckk okay haha thank you so much for the ask!!!!

Beneath the grace of the full moon is when he sees her again.

Stefan pulls the hood off the girl he and his moronic brother brought with them, all in the vain hopes that somehow she would be enough to keep him from draining little Elena Gilbert dry. Dark curls tumble out first, unbothered and free, framing a face he'd thought he'd never see again. Familiar hazel eyes blink against the harsh light of the flames, taking in the death he has wrought with an achingly familiar curiosity. The Salvatore's hostage turns to look at him and the world tilts on its axis.

Crushing hope wars with despair before brewing into the rage of a storm that only a wound a thousand years old can create. This girl, this imposter- for what else could she be, but an imposter- breathes out the word 'fascinating' at him like he's something actually worth looking at. It's too familiar, the ache that digs into his chest cavity like a lost shard of glass.

"What is this, Stefan?" He can barely choke the words out, so busy is he just looking at this impossible woman.

Klaus knows this story. Has lived it infinitely in his mind. The gods have given him his worst nightmare wrapped up like a gift, this perfect replication of his beloved Iona. It's a perverse shadow of Orpheus and Eurydice, this challenge. He knows he should look away but he cannot. He fears what will happen if he looks away.

But Klaus also fears what will happen if he does not.

"I'm here as a hostage? I thought you meant to talk to the guy!" Iona's shade hisses.

"She's not a doppelgänger if that's what you're thinking," Damon says, eyes on the lamb in the middle of Klaus's altar. "Iona never had children. She's the real deal, Klaus."

Beautiful Iona, who loved him nearly as much as he had loved her. Iona who he was so close to marrying. Iona, who died in the woods by their home, cold and alone and without him. His almost but also his forever.

It takes all of his strength to look down at his own hostage, forcing all of his attention down at the girl who will set him free. The shade of Iona is nothing more than a trick. It has to be. He has everything he's dreamt of since her death right in his grasp, gift-wrapped and as pretty as any Petrova can be.

"Don't you dare speak her name!" Klaus snarled. "This-this is some trick! Some lie! Iona is long gone from me, I saw it with my own eyes, this girl cannot be her!"

He steps into the fire and sinks his teeth into the Gilbert girl.

#lover's prelude #asks

[xeyesofstardust]

TVDU Rewrite

If a TVD reboot (which is likely to happen in the future very soon because of all the reboots happening) were in my capable hands I would make it a little different.

I would want it to be similar to the OG show while at the same time doing something entirely different. Like more witch stuff.

For starters I want Bonnie and Elena to be the central POV characters of this reimagining, just as they were in the books.

Bonnie is an orphan who was raised by Mrs. Flowers and there's a season long mystery of who her parents are.

Plot Twist - she and Elena share the same mother and are half-siblings.

Elena Gilbert

Elena is the new girl in town, having come to Mystic Falls 6 months after a freak accident that killed both of her parents and is coming to her mother's hometown to live with her aunt Judith and cousin Margaret.

Plot Twist - It wasn't a car accident that killed both of Elena's parents but a trio of vampires on a mission to kill every last member of the Petrova bloodline to prevent Klaus from finding her and breaking the curse.

Elena is aware of this happening as she had almost died with them and doesn't tell anyone of this because she's afraid that they might not believe her.

At first, in this reimagining, Elena can come off as cold and a little stand-offish as she is still deeply traumatized by the event that killed her parents and fears that they might come back

I always wanted them to show the full extent of Elena's PTSD and survivors guilt but never did. I have it and do occasionally experience things such as Nightmares of the event and the strong desire to be isolated while at the same time wanting to be near people.

For this I would love it if that was further explored instead of just giving us the Tumblr-Lana-Del-Rey Sad Girl.

The Salvatore Brothers

I don't want the Salvatores to be introduced until the middle-half of the season. Give us enough time to get to know the human's and their stories before bringing in Damon and Stefan. But I want them to be like how they were in the books.

I want them to have the same backstory because I want that epic sword fight.

Now here's a thing that I will majorly divert from both the Books and the Show...

I want it to be eventually revealed that Damon and Stefan are doppelgängers of Klaus and Elijah.

Imagine Book!Damon but 10,000 times worse. Like an even worse version of Carden from Cruel Prince.

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[klausysworld]

Hi, this is more of an ask than a request. Imagine in an AU where Klaus Mikaelsons falls in love with the reader, but she is actually a Petrova doppelgänger that can ends his wolf curse. Then what would he do in this situation? Does it makes a difference if he is yandere instead of just being a normal romantic? Thanks a lot.

This is a really good question!

It’s sort of difficult to think about because wouldn’t he have killed her before he could have fallen for her?

However I guess if he had to spend time with her waiting for the full moon to come around, find her birth place, have the moonstone vampire werewolf and witch then I can see how time builds up.

I think there would one hundred percent be a possessive element from Klaus almost immediately. In his head he owns the doppelgänger. Shes only there for him to break his curse.

So it would be easy for any romantic feelings towards her to make his Yandere tendencies to grow.

Once he realises that he had fallen for her he would be at an internal battle. Could he kill her?

In some way I think it would be easier to kill her if he was Yandere over her because he’d try and use the logic that if he took her life then that would somehow make her his? Because he literally held her lift in his hands and he would be overcome with his lust for power which he gained from their relationship anyway but then she could offer more by breaking the curse??

However I think if he had normal romantic/love feelings for her then it would be difficult to just kill her and be done with it.

Because Klaus is so mentally twisted anyway, I think him being completely obsessed with her almost makes it more likely for him to kill her anyway where as if he genuinely has an innocent sort of love for her then he wouldn’t want to hurt her.

Yandere Klaus will hurt her if he has to, so that she is solely his.

Normal in love Klaus wants her to feel safe in his arms. I think he would use the elixir from Elijah or find a spell to bring her back which would ultimately work in his favour anyway because the doppelgänger needs to be alive for him to create hybrids.

His hybrids would never be allowed to drink directly from her however he would take her blood in small samples.

Perhaps if he killed her in his Yandere state then he might resurrect her due to the fact that he needs her. Again I think she is viewed as more of a possession that he loves because he gains something rather than loving her just for her?

I’m not sure? I can try answer this again if this doesn’t help

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