(R) Blurb: Yandere Klaus Mikaelson- Don’t Leave.
* Yandere (excessive obsession, and possessiveness. But crazy in love)
You’d been together for ages now, and Klaus had grown more and more in love with you over the years.
Something shifted and it’s not like you didn’t know it would happened but when it did it felt insane.
You and Klaus had gone out for drink. Coming back to mystic falls and brought drama like always.
The bar tender was new, someone working under Matt, and it seemed like they had no clue about boundaries. “What do you need doll?” He asks his voice laying it on thick Klaus thought as he watched the two of you interact from his seat in the booth.
“I just need two whiskeys, please.” You were so and to innocent to the man’s flirtatious behavior. “Oh a girl after my own heart, two whiskeys coming up.” He said briefly leaving Y/n at the bar by herself.
Klaus kept a good eye on you not bothering with anything, or anybody else. When the bar tender came back he had two glasses, handing them to Y/n he purposely touched your hand and Klaus was there in a matter of seconds.
Brows arched and a face that even scared you a little. “Keep your hands to your damn self.” He said to the young man, sweat and fear tore across the man’s features.
You looked at your loving boyfriend. “Let’s go babe.” You said sweetly. He let you guide him back to his booth. His eyes trained on the man behind the counter.
“You know I love you right?” You questioned Klaus, his eyes moved so quickly back to you l. “Of course I know that love, I just don’t..” his words falling from his lips. When you put your head on his shoulder, your floral perfume calmed him immediately.
“It’s okay Klaus, I know you’re just protecting what’s yours. I see it all the time with your family.” Y/n whispered but Klaus had heard it clear as day. He smiled slightly and kissed the top of his girlfriends head.
“Yeah I love you baby.” Klaus said while grabbing one of the glasses of whiskey on the table. Taking a short sip. Contentment was such a great feeling.
Completed on: 12/03/22
Posted on: 12/04/22
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WIP WEDNESDAY
So, this is part of some flashbacks of the new chapter 10 of tbbw, first draft but still...I may have dumped the angst glitter on the Mikaelsons. Particularly Elijah. Oops.
[shrugs in a what-can-you-do gesture]
However, the reason this flashback has been added in the edits is because it also helps set up next plot arc I'm going to be writing from chapter 36 onwards. So like, take from that what you will - you guys know I love a good teaser.
Pisa, Marquisate of Tuscany, Italia. Le Estate, 1114 A.D.
“KOL!” Elijah yelled, struggling to rip the sharp, broken chair leg from his brother’s grip, yanking it away only to face another battle - stopping Klaus from grabbing anything else. “HELP ME HOLD HIM!”
“Elijah, please, don’t let them do this to me-” Klaus begged, eyes wild and unseeing, lost to yet another hallucination.
“KOL!” Elijah screamed again, just as their brother appeared around the corner, cursing upon seeing the scene, Klaus’ chambers in disarray, tables and chairs toppled where he had tried to fashion the wood into stakes. Elijah wrapped his arms firmly around Klauss chest, holding him back and leaning forward to hiss in his ear. “Niklaus, we’re only trying to help, you are hurting yourself-”
Kol rushed to Elijah’s side, leaping over the toppled chairs to grab Klaus as he thrashed in Elijah’s arms.
“Please, I can’t! Don’t let her take him from me-”
Kol glanced between his brother and Elijah, grimacing as Klaus tried to slip out of his grip, nearly succeeding - he had always been stronger than his siblings. “What is he talking about?”
Elijah shook his head. “I don’t know, he’s not lucid-” He swallowed, trying to catch Klaus’ eye. “Brother, please, we don’t mean to harm you-”
“NO!” Klaus roared, lashing out and throwing his elbow back, right into Kol’s face, smashing his brother’s nose on impact. In the next moment, he’d pushed Kol with so much force his brother was thrown across the room, slamming into shelves and cracking the wall. Kol fell to the floor, blood dripping from his brow. Eyes wide, Elijah’s grip slipped and his brother nearly managed to flash away but he caught his jacket at the last second, snagging the fabric and hauling Klaus by the neck into the wall behind them.
“NIKLAUS!” he bellowed, pinning him across the stone and shaking him for good measure. “That is enough,” he snarled.
Klaus shrank away, terrified, frantically shaking his head, so terribly unlike him that it made Elijah pause. For the first time, he noticed the tear tracks on his brother’s cheeks.
“I can’t lose him, please, don’t let her take the wolf away-” he begged, but he wasn’t looking at Elijah, but to the side, talking to whatever hallucination standing there. “Please, ‘lijah, don’t let them do this to me-”
Elijah’s grip slackened, his anger exhaling from his body in a single flood of horror. He remembered the night Klaus was currently reliving, remembered the heat of mother’s fires, the roar of Mikael’s orders. His hands pinning Klaus down, enclosing his wrists in tight shackles, and eventually, Elijah doing the same.
Now, Elijah looked down at his hands, clenched around his brother’s shoulders, holding him down and suddenly felt sick, releasing his brother as if burned.
“Brother, I-”
Klaus didn’t give him the chance to work through the ball of emotion in his throat, releasing a yell of fury, grabbing Elijah and flashing them both across the room, slamming him into the opposite wall. Elijah gasped, looking down where Klaus’ hand had impaled his chest, fingers grasped around his heart.
“You took everything from me,” his brother snarled, eyes bleeding red, seeing not his brother, but another enemy entirely. Even so, it felt like he was saying the words to Elijah all the same. His grip tightened, fingers squeezing around Elijah’s heart and in that moment, he didn’t doubt Klaus would tear it from his chest.
Suddenly, hands grasped the side of Klaus’ head and his neck snapped to the side, body falling to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Kol stood behind him, his chest heaving with adrenaline, nose bloody as he stared down at her brother’s unconscious body in shock and horror. Elijah slumped against the wall, a hand over his chest where the wound was already beginning to heal, sliding to the floor.
Neither of them moved for a long while.
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Elijah bolted the door to the cell shut, glancing through the barred window of the door to Klaus inside, their brother laid out on the cold, straw-lined floor where they had left him. There was no furniture for him to break and use as stakes, no windows and curtains to open and let in sunlight, the daylight ring on his brother’s finger noticeably absent. Elijah didn’t know where he had discarded it this time. He’d have to search through the wreckage in the room to find it.
“Make sure the door remains locked,” he said to Kol, turning to leave the dungeon, a numbness settling into his bones that felt suffocating. “When he wakes, he may try to escape.”
“If that’s what you think is best,” Kol said as he passed him, lips curled in a bitter snarl.
Elijah stopped in the middle of the cells, his entire body freezing as Kol’s words cut into his skin. He hadn’t known how much Kol had overheard upstairs - they had carried Klaus down here in silence, neither of them knowing how to break it. But now, now he knew.
Skin itching with Kol’s judgement, slowly he turned around, teeth gritted as he looked at his brother, daring him with his glare to speak up. “Do you have something to say to me, Kol?”
Kol looked away from him, fists clenched as he stared instead at the wooden cell door currently locking their brother away.
“Do you know why Finn had to snap my neck to stop me from going after you and Nik that night?” he asked eventually, taking Elijah off-guard. When his gaze met his brother’s, there was agony there that was not unlike Klaus’ own. “Because I understood even then what you were going to help them take from him. Maybe not fully, but I understood enough.”
Elijah swallowed around the ball in his throat, trying not to remember Kol’s wails of grief the night they were turned, and later, Klaus’ screams as his wolf was ripped away. “Losing your magic was not same as what happened to Niklaus-”
“How would you know, Elijah? You were never a witch. And last time I checked,” Kol spat in his face, shoving past him, “You were never one of the wolf-folk either.”
On his way out, Kol slammed the door to the dungeons behind him. Elijah couldn’t stop his flinch.
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