PURSUIT
Chapter 1: there is a panther stalks me down: / one day i’ll have my death of him;
The need to run consumes her. A force so powerful it is written in her bones. The fear is palpable. It grows and it magnifies until it becomes tangible, within reach.
Night after night, she dreads falling asleep. When she wakes, distraught lines her features and her cheeks are full of tears. No amount of kisses or hugs can soothe her.
A doctor like Grayson comes to visit. He seems interested in her dreams, of how it started, what it contained, and asked other invasive questions. Elena wouldn’t talk, of course. As a child, she knew that if you spoke about dreams or wishes aloud that it will come true. She didn’t want to give her fear any more power than it had over her.
PAIRING: elena gilbert/klaus mikaelson
SUMMARY: Elena begins to dream. That a creature pursues her endlessly. To her death. She cannot escape the dreams. It comes, constantly.
Not only that, but she starts to feel something crawling beneath her skin. Memories and feelings that do not belong to her coming to the surface.
It changes her for worse until she learns to live with it. To co-exist with death.
Until, of course, the creature himself comes to retrieve her.
WARNINGS AND TAGS: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Protective Jeremy Gilbert, Protective Elena Gilbert, Suicide Ideation, Other Additional Tags to be added.
NOTE: inspired by Pursuit by Slyvia Plath and my christmas gift to @katherineholmes
CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1: there is a panther stalks me down: / one day i’ll have my death of him;
She was scared of the tiniest shadow. Everything became the object of her fear. Once, she would stand her ground. Fight fire with fire.
But the act of drowning dampened her spirits, killed that which made her distinct.
Chapter 2: insatiate, he ransacks the land / condemned by our ancestral fault,
…and more chapters tbd!
Make It Holy
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“Feed from me instead,” she said, words barely above a whisper, yet he heard her. His eyes trained on her as he sent the girl away.
“What?” Elena watched her go into a back room, hopeful that she wouldn’t die, no matter how futile such hope was. Turned to Klaus.
“You heard me,” now that they were alone in a corner, Elena felt fear prickle at her skin at Klaus’ look. His eyes full of want. She walked back. Her breath laboured. He stalked her into a corner. Pressed her into the wall beside a shelf. Her heart beat thunderously and Klaus smirked. His hand came to rest in the hollow of her breasts.
“Is that what you want?” His voice was smug, and she longed to tear it away.
“No,” she said, and found her voice trembling.
“But you’ll let me?” Klaus asked, and she nodded.
“Perhaps, I should bring the girl back.”
“You have me.”
“I want you willing and wanting,” he said.
“No one wants to be fed on,” she argued and he leaned closer.
“Oh yes, they do. Let me show you.”
The spidery webs spread beneath his eyes. Fangs peeked from behind his lips. Elena swallowed roughly. Fear rose in her chest and it was hard to decipher whether she was pressed against a wall or a tree. Whether she was drenched in her sisters blood. Whether it was raining or not.
Klaus’ hand moved, slowly rising to her throat. Bringing her away from her memory. Grounding her to reality.
His thumb brushed over her pulse point, her blood singing in her veins as he pressed his nail in her skin, cutting it open. She gasped quietly as some of her blood seeped out, and Klaus lent down. His tongue pressed against her wound. Lapping up her blood.
Elena felt eyes on her, and looked up to see Rebekah staring.
Klaus’ lips trailed up her neck and Elena startled. They stopped at her ear.
“They think you’re mine,” he spoke lowly, so only she could hear, “and you are mine love, never forget it.”
His hand slotted over her mark. His mark. That he had given her.
She inhaled.
Felt his teeth over it.
He bit down.
Elena gasped as his fangs punctured her skin. There was no more sharpness then. Just the sensation of her blood being siphoned. She sagged against the wall and Klaus pressed closer. His chest was against hers. His legs between hers. One hand trailed down to her thigh. Squeezed. She gasped as tears pricked her eyes. His hand slid up along her side, until it was at her waist.
He pulled back then. Elena’s head sagged against the wall, resting uncomfortably. The pins holding up her hair dug into the wall. Blood trailed down her neck and she felt eyes on her. She pushed away from the wall, dizzy, catching Theodore’s eyes again, staring at her with want. Elena looked away.
“I’m going back,” she said, her voice shaking, unsure she’d be able to stay here the rest of the night.
“Alright love, but you remember who owns you.”
You can post your works for Klena week in this collection!
welcome to day 1!
The wait is over, here are the dates and the prompts for Klena Week 2025!
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"It's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies."
"Go to hell."
Too long we have lived in the shadows, small and forgotten. Now, we emerge into the light to enjoy the thrills that the night brings us.
On behalf of the team here at thewolfandthetides, we welcome you to KLENA WEEK, an event to celebrate our favourite couple, Elena Gilbert and Klaus Mikaelson.
Over the course of seven (and bonus) days, we feast on moments between these two souls, our infamous hybrid and our favourite doppelganger, through fanart, fanfictions, fan videos, fan edits, playlists, graphics, moodboards—all are invited! Tag your work under the hashtag #archiveofklena to have it all featured here.
Stay tuned for upcoming dates and prompts, and hit up any asks if you've got queries for Klena Week!
"He's your first love. I intend to be your last."
XOXO,
thewolfandthetides
(@kaizsche, @katherineholmes, @theqvynrand)
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ONE SHOTS:
A collection of one-shots featuring Elena and her harem of Mikaelsons
Inspired by a tumblr ‘May Writing Challenge’
chapter one…
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Hope bleeds into her voice.
(She feels a little bad that these are the words his Mark is made of.)
It doesn’t matter, he’s probably just a monster too.
There’s silence for a minute as Niklaus or Klaus, stares at her. Like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.
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