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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson, written out please not Headcanons, where she's Elena's little sister and Elijah can't seem to stay away? He gives her gifts and shows up all the time? Please and thank you. I can understand if you can't though.

I sure can! Elijah certainly deserves some love :) so sorry this is late! Hope you like it!

Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female! Gilbert!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Warnings: YANDERE, stalking, obsession, giving gifts, kinda creepy

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Loving Gifts

Coming home to an angry sister and caretaker isn’t really something to look forward to. If anything, I had no idea what was going on until Elena mentioned something very familiar.

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.” She starts.

I give her an odd look as I put my purse down on the table. My eyes then glance up at Alaric, who is leaning against the kitchen counter behind Elena with folded arms. He had a stern look on his face.

“Stay away from who?” I ask, genuinely confused about what my sister was talking about.

She glanced back at Alaric before looking back at me. She was definitely upset about something. “You know who.”

I scoff. “Actually, I don’t. You tell me to stay away from all vampires and whoever is supernatural.”

Elena sighs. “Elijah Mikaelson. I told you to stay away from him.”

“And I do.” I counter. But my thoughts soon came to when I ran into him just yesterday. “Well, try to, anyway.” She gave me one of her disbelief expressions. “I swear! Yesterday when I was in town, he suddenly popped up out of nowhere! I tried to get away and head home, like really tried, but he wouldn’t budge.”

Elena practically rolled her eyes but turned to grab a bag from the counter that was behind her. She then handed it to me. “Well, he was asking for you. And wanted to give this to you.”

I raised my eyebrow as I took the bag, slightly glancing into it. There was too much tissue paper to see what was inside, so I decided to wait till I got to my room.

“I didn’t look in it.” She suddenly put her hands up in surrender.

“Uh-huh.” I smile, heading up to my room.

Once the door was closed, I set the bag onto my bed and got ready to open it. Tissue paper went flying all over my bed covers to reveal what was inside the bag. I let out a small gasp when I take out a little teddy bear. Although I was getting too old for stuffed animals, I happened to see this through a store window just yesterday but refrained from buying it. It was adorable, and it looked just like the one I had when I was younger but that one got lost.

How did he know I wanted it…? I suppose it was shortly before I ran into him.

A gust of wind suddenly makes me shiver and interrupts my dawdling of the toy. The bear was held tightly in my hand when I folded my arms to cover them from the cold. Turning, I find the window to be open.

“Do you like it?”

I gasp loudly at the sudden voice. Behind me stood Elijah in a perfectly well fit suit and held a smile. “Oh my God, Elijah!” I half yell. “You scared me.”

He chuckles. “I do apologize for my unexpected visit. But I couldn’t resist seeing your reaction.”

My body felt very uncomfortable from his presence, but I ignored it. He was a powerful being, after all. And being a normal human has its perks of not being able to do anything about it.

“O-oh…um, yeah! I really like it. Thank you.” I try to be kind to him. He has been kind to me ever since I met him. But the aroma around him gives off some creepy vibes. “Look…you probably shouldn’t be here. If my sister finds out-“

“No need to worry.” He smiles. “She has already left with that vampire hunter. And your brother is asleep in his room.”

“Oh…” I certainly wasn’t expecting that. “Well, I’m…I’d like to go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“Yes, of course.” He calmly agrees. “I just wanted to come and see you. And give you this.” He pulls out a small black box from his suit jacket. It looked very fancy and expensive as I get a closer look with it in my hands.

“Wow! Another gift? You don’t need to…”

“But I want to. Please, accept it. It will look better on you then it does on me.”

Opening it, I find a beautiful ring with possible real gems covering it. “Oh my gosh…” I mumble, picking it from the box to feel it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful…Elijah…” I whine out his name, making me feel so guilty for him to buy something so expensive.

He takes a few steps closer and uses his hand to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m glad you like it. I will see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Oh, um, actually-“ I try to protest.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).” And he was gone as quickly as he came.

The uncomfortable feeling I tried to put off finally goes away, letting me relax just a bit. I put the bear and the ring on my dresser to get ready for bed. I have a feeling it'd be hard for me to fall asleep, given the unexpected visit and knowing he could come back anytime. My heart beats wildly as I closed my eyes. Whether it be beating so fast from being flustered by the gifts, or the uneasiness of the man himself, I wouldn’t know.

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miss-celestia13 · 7 months

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Don’t Fall Asleep

Elspeth’s dull life has been transformed into something frightening against her will. Boring days turn into dread filled nights. She will soon learn that kindness can lead to obsession and often, it turns deadly.

Part one of a two part original story. Part two will come soon. Suspense rather than horror but written with spooky season in mind.

TW: Animal Death, not explicitly described but the results of it are mentioned.

Elspeth

It started with the scent of stale lilacs.

Elspeth could never find the source of it. It haunted her wherever she went. In her car, on the street, in her bedroom, and even in the doctor’s waiting room, that powdery, sickly sweet, and musty scent clogged her nose no matter where she found herself. It wasn’t long before the flowers themselves started to appear, broken and scattered across the ground like an arrow leading her home. She quickly missed the stench of the town and despised the sight of all blooms as she went about her day. Not long after, she found multiple crushed and rotting bouquets loitering on her doorstep. Barbed wire held them together and she thought she was hallucinating at first, but when they didn’t vanish as she kicked them, she knew it was real. She’d left them there, and by morning light, they were gone.

She soon wished the flowers were all she had to worry about.

A week passed uneventfully after the bouquets were gone. She almost forgot about them. Almost. The gifts began to show up. Nothing anyone would want. A decapitated teddy bear stuffed with rusty nails and soaked in a foul-smelling liquid in her gym bag after a workout, it hadn’t been there before she entered the gym. A rose stripped of all its petals on her desk at work. A doll with thumb tacks pushed through its eyes sat on top of her garbage can one morning. Culminating in two dead sparrows with crushed wings, like someone closed their fist around their tiny, delicate bodies, rested on her doorstep. Paranoia became her new normal. She saw shadows and threats everywhere she turned. She took to carrying pepper spray and a switchblade, one hand always in her pocket as she walked to work or to the store. Her head was on a swivel as she strolled, swinging from side to side whenever she felt eyes on the back of her exposed neck. But it fell quiet again. Only a hint of rotting flowers on the wind caught her attention as the days wore on.

The first note she found didn’t frighten her. But the second made her race home, and she spent the night in darkness, peeking through a crack in the blinds with every sound outside her safe haven. The first note said simply, “I see you.” The second, “I know you, Elspeth.” She interrogated her friends and family, hoping they were playing a callous joke, but all played dumb or were just dumb. They joked and laughed, thinking she was being dramatic or overthinking something minor again. No one seemed to think it was anything to worry about, and she felt silly, stupid, and immature for getting upset. Still, those poor, broken birds lingered in her mind and followed her into her dreams. When the third note showed up on her pillow one calm Sunday morning, her home no longer felt like hers, and she called the police.

Before bed the night before, she double and triple-checked the apartment before retiring and only allowed herself to sleep once she was sure everything was secure. Waking up to that crumpled, hastily scrawled message knocked the wind from her sails.

You can’t keep me out, Elspeth. I’m already in.

The police all but laughed at her concerns. Despite the photos she’d taken, the notes, and the constant feeling of being watched, they didn’t seem to care. When she asked if they could provide any protection or advise her on what to do, they sighed and smiled condescendingly.

“I’m sorry, Miss, there’s nothing we can do. Are you sure it isn’t an ex you pissed off or a friend playing a prank?”

Elspeth scowled at them and replied, “No. I’ve asked them, and they said it’s not them, and I believe them. My last ex-boyfriend lives four states over. We didn’t end badly enough to inspire this.”

The cop clicked his tongue and shrugged as he blew off her concerns, and she felt like a child as she saw them laughing in their car before they sped off. After that, she kept it to herself until things started to go missing. First, she blamed her own forgetfulness. Minor stuff like her glasses not being on the nightstand where she left them or losing her keys for a day, they showed up in her handbag after she called her landlord begging for a new set. Items would be moved around ever so slightly when she got home from work or the gym. Not enough to frighten her, just enough to puzzle her. Ornaments moved a half inch from where she put them and she noticed some of her clothing had disappeared every time she did the laundry. She got used to it and brushed most things off to keep from falling into a pit of despair since no one would listen.

She came home from work later than usual one dreary Tuesday night and looked forward to climbing into a hot bath. There was no sign of anyone near her apartment and she spent longer than usual soaking her troubles away. It wasn’t until she sat down, wrapped in her fluffy robe and eating a quick dinner, that she noticed it. Every photo on display had been vandalized. The ones of her on her own had childish hearts drawn around her head. But the images of her with other people, men especially, everyone else’s faces, had been scratched off and marked over with thick black ink. One word written over and over made her blood stall and freeze in her veins.

MINE

Her heart tried to beat its way out of her chest as she dialed her brother’s number, and her hysterical babbling made him drive over despite the late hour. She grabbed the biggest knife she had from the kitchen as she paced through the rooms and jumped at every car door slamming or noise from her neighbors. Nerves frayed and breath too shallow, she screamed as someone pounded on her door. Her brother’s voice cut through the racket, and the tears she refused to cry for weeks finally slid free of her lashes as she hurriedly unlocked the door to let him in. Jamie’s hazel eyes went wide as he saw the knife trembling in her clammy hand, and his usual carefree demeanor fell away as he urged her to put it down.

“Elsa, you’re more likely to hurt yourself. Put it down and show me what happened.”

She swallowed the jagged lump in her throat and handed him the blade, moving like a zombie as she led him to the wall of photos. No explanation was necessary and she watched as the realisation she was being hunted sank through her brother. Jamie didn’t crack any jokes or attempt to tell her she was being stupid. His face hardened as he eyed the pictures, and the silence spun out so long she was twitchy on her feet when he finally looked at her.

“You came home to this? It wasn’t there this morning?”

Elspeth shook her head, “It wasn’t there. I know because I always look at them when I come in here. I locked the doors and windows before leaving. I know I did. I don’t know how they got in.”

Something hot sparked in her brother’s eyes as he glanced around the room and tossed questions at her. She answered with the same things she had told him before, but now he believed her, and a weight lifted from her shoulders as he ordered her to sit down while he checked the apartment. It didn’t take him long, but it felt like an eternity passed as time stopped making sense. When he called her name from her bedroom, she prided herself on not jumping as she got up to see what he wanted. She found him staring into her nightstand drawer where she kept the smutty books she liked to read, and her heart sank to her feet as he held one up. Marked all over the cover and on the pages was another word.

SLUT

There was no way for her to contain the sob that spilled from her as she ran to her chest of drawers and hauled them open. All were empty of anything but clothing except one, her underwear drawer. All her fancy, expensive lingerie had been ripped to shreds like something with claws or sharp teeth took offense to them. Everything else was fine. The frumpier items she wore during her period or for comfort remained whole and neatly packed. But underneath it all, the familiar stink of stale lilacs fast permeated the room, and she frantically pulled everything out as Jamie watched on in disbelief. A veritable graveyard of decomposing lilacs decorated the bottom of the drawer. The cloying smell seeped into her lungs, and she retched as saliva flooded her mouth. Heat sparkled over her skin as she bolted to the bathroom, her stomach twisting unpleasantly. Her knees cracked off the tiled floor, throat burning as bile demanded a way out and she emptied her stomach into the toilet. Sweat and sour vomit couldn’t compete with the taint of lilacs as she heaved and shuddered, hands clutching the bowl as her body wracked with sobs. She wasn’t aware how long she was sick, it wouldn’t stop, and she could taste those fucking blooms through it all. Jamie brought her a glass of cold water and waited until she’d stopped shaking enough to hold it and drink some before he told her the plan.

“I’ve packed you a bag. You’ll call in sick for the week and stay with me for now. I’ll have Paul stay here and see if anything happens.”

Elspeth wanted to refuse and hated the idea of leaving her home. The thought of Jamie’s best friend staying there and risking himself didn’t sit right with her.

“We should call the police. They didn’t help last time, but maybe they will now.” She tried but knew it wouldn’t happen.

“No. They won’t help until someone tries to kill you. They’re useless. Leave it with me and Paul. We’ll get to the bottom of it.”

Paul was a former marine. She’d known him since she was 12 and trusted him like a brother. He never minded when she tagged along with him and Jamie as kids and she knew he’d do anything for her. He’d helped scare off a few handsy and overly aggressive men whenever she joined them on a night out. Realistically, she knew he would be fine, but she cared about him, and emotion didn’t respond to logic.

“What if something happens? I can’t live with that, Jamie.”

“You have to. You’re coming with me. You can walk out, or I’ll drag you out, your choice.”

Huffing, she nodded, defeated and fragile, as she switched everything off, and they left the apartment. Once she locked the door, Jamie took her keys and led her to his car. He scanned the dark street for any threats as they approached the vehicle and found nothing waiting for them. She held her breath until she was safely buckled in the passenger side, and he tossed her bag in the back before he was seated beside her. They soon sped away, and neither saw the shadow creeping along the side of her building to see them off. They were gone as it slipped inside a car neither had paid attention to. She didn’t get much sleep in Jamie’s spare room for the first few days, but her job allowed her to work from home for as long as she needed, so money wouldn’t be a worry. Her cell phone buzzed with messages from friends and family, all feeling guilty they hadn’t believed her now that Jamie could back her up. It pissed her off that they trusted his words but told her she was being dramatic when she first brought it to them.

For a few weeks, all went quiet, and Paul’s daily reports were always empty. She rarely left the house, and Jamie was with her when she did. He was her shadow everywhere she went, and it smothered her. She was locked in a golden cage and wasn’t sure who held the keys to her freedom. It wore on her. Her nerves were flayed and exposed to the slightest change in the atmosphere or noise outside. She almost wished something would happen just to give her a reason for feeling like she was in a life-or-death situation. Jamie had to work overnight one sunny Friday, and his clipped voice message warned her to only open the door if he gave her the code word. He wouldn’t be home until lunch the following day, and she looked forward to doing nothing alone as she locked her phone and changed into her pajamas.

Cocooned in blankets on his couch, mindless reality TV shows played on the TV as she ate the takeout she ordered and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Cozy, warm, and belly full, she was dozing off and on as the night drew in and the clock ticked past midnight. She burrowed deeper into the blankets and was too comfortable to get up and go to bed. Her dreams were peaceful. Not a specter or horror to be found as she slept. Lulling her into a false sense of security. Startled awake by her phone ringing, she answered without checking and was immediately alert, tired eyes clearing so fast her head spun as someone breathed heavily and made strange clicking noises on the other side of the phone.

“Who is this? If this is a prank -“she shouted but was cut off by a horrific chuckle; the laugh was so wrong, so wretched it lifted the hair on her nape as she listened.

“Don’t fall asleep…” a croaky, harsh voice growled before the line went dead, and her pulse pounded in her neck as her phone slid from her hands.

Something battered the door so hard it shook in its frame as she ran past. She slapped a hand over her mouth to trap her shocked squeal as she skidded to a halt. The wood groaned and complained as deafening thumps rocked it. Torn between wanting to run and ending this now, Elspeth froze and counted her furious heartbeats between each kick on the door. By the time she gathered enough courage to look through the peephole, something was shoved under the crack in the bottom. A single photo of her and Jamie leaving the house the other day. Rage ignited so fast she was dizzy as she pressed herself against the door and squinted through the peephole. All she saw was darkness; it took so long to unlock it that whoever it was had vanished before she pulled it open and stuck her head outside.

The dimly lit street stretched on, and the voices of those returning home after a night out rang like warning bells as she searched for any sign of her stalker. Slamming the door and ignoring the urge to cry, Elspeth made a decision and was gone from the house long before Jamie was due to come home. She was sick of living in fear and hiding away. It couldn’t go on, and she would go insane if it did. Paul wouldn’t be happy, but she would let him stay with her so long as she could return to some form of normality. When Paul answered her panicked knocking, his frown was permanent after she explained and pushed past him to get inside.

“Jamie won’t like this, Elspeth. I should take you back before he notices.”

She pinned him with a death glare and retorted, “I don’t care. Jamie’s house isn’t safe either. You can stay on the couch if you want, but I’m not going back.”

Paul sighed as he looked down at her, he was so much taller than she was, and she felt like a child as he told her the score.

“It’s been quiet here, but that doesn’t mean you can relax. You go nowhere without me. You speak to no one and tell me what’s happening, no matter how stupid. If they call again, give me the phone. I can’t protect you if you’re running head-first into danger. Understand?”

She nodded, “Fine. Wait until morning to tell Jamie, or he’ll freak out. I’m going to bed.”

“If you hear anything, shout for me. If you need me, even if it’s just to sit with you, tell me and I’ll be there.”

Elspeth was stunned, he was being sincere and she only saw genuine concern in his eyes.

“Okay, I will. But get some sleep yourself or neither of us will be any good to anyone.”

He agreed and waved her through, and she didn’t spare him another moment as she kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. Her mind turned the same question over repeatedly. Who could they be? There were no answers, only more questions and they pelted her one after another as she tossed and turned. The sound of the wind whistling through the alley did nothing to ease her as she bemoaned the loss of her formerly boring life. It was a slow torture to wait for death to come knocking. The sky outside was already brightening when she finally managed to snatch some sleep, and she was dead to the world.

***

Quicksilver flashed as the knife effortlessly sank through thick rubber. Air hissed as he tugged it free to repeat the motion on all four tires. His love had hailed a taxi and vanished from the prison her brother placed her in. His little bird was free to flutter her lovely wings, and he planned to show her how high she could fly by his side. The empty street seemed to hold its breath as he stepped back to study the vehicle and nodded before prowling away to lose himself amongst the shadows once more. The taste of victory was sweet on his tongue, but he couldn’t savor it yet, to do so would be folly while she wasn’t with him.

Another man stood between him and his little bird. Once he was gone, the way would be clear, and all his planning would come to fruition. First, he had another gift and a poison for the one keeping her from him. The poison would wait for a better opportunity but the gift would be perfect for now. His pockets were heavy, the flowers he lovingly plucked and pulled apart safely tucked away inside along with his present. She was a darling little thing, just screaming for someone to take her in and mold her into something wondrous and horrifying. They never came quietly or easily, but he perfected the art of wooing long before setting his sights on her. Women loved flowers and tokens of affection, and he loved to give them. His latest was a work of art hinting at how they met, and his fingers tingled with the urge to give it to her as he followed the sidewalk to his car. It wouldn’t be long until she joined him on this walk, his skin was too tight, and his shriveled heart soared as he peeled away from the curb.

He parked a few streets behind her apartment building and slunk through the alley that would connect him to her. Dried leaves whispered over concrete as the wind picked up, the muted thump of his boots barely heard over his excited panting as he spied her bedroom window, and the light was off. There was a gate to the communal gardens, but it creaked too loudly to use. He’d found a weak spot in the fence months before, and he went there now, moved the broken slats aside, and squeezed through. Holding his breath as he crouched, he waited for someone to shout that they’d seen him. Nothing came, and he crawled over to her window, sitting with his back against the building as he strained to hear her breathing. The windows were too thick, and he bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted rich buttery copper to distract him from his suffocating disappointment.

He waited. He was patient and eternally confident he would have everything he wanted soon. He didn’t risk sending her a message until the sun rose above the fence and the world was painted scarlet. He climbed to his feet on stiff knees and faced her window, pressing a gloved hand to the pane of glass as if he could feel her through it. Her soft curves, teasing grin, long blonde hair he wanted to wrap around his fist, and her lullaby voice that soothed even the bloodiest parts of him. It hooked him from the moment she’d smiled and thanked him for handing her a packet of rice from a high shelf in her local grocery store. Trusting, warm, and kind, she was perfect in every way. He’d known she was the one when only gratitude shone in her amber eyes, not horror. His scarred and twisted visage scared even the biggest men, but she smiled like he was beautiful. He knew he had to have her. He would not sleep or breathe easily until she was safe in his arms.

With a pained sigh, he dropped his hand and pulled out his newest burner phone. Her number was the only one saved, and it took mere seconds to send a text. He wished he could see her face when she read it, but didn’t dare reveal himself yet. Once his pockets were emptied of the flowers and his gift, he was off, racing against daylight as he returned to his car and took the long way home.

***

Elspeth groaned and mumbled curses as she blindly reached for her phone on her nightstand. It had buzzed incessantly for minutes, and she was already sick of the day before she’d fully opened her eyes. It stopped as her hand wrapped around it. She squinted through the brightness of the screen as she saw the multitude of messages from Jamie, starting from long before he should have known, and she wanted to punch Paul. She scrolled through them, they began with him raging at her and ended with him telling her to stick with Paul and he’d call her later. That woke her up, and she knew something awful had happened. She was going to call him and demand answers when the phone went off again with a text from an unknown number. Her heart was in her mouth as she opened it and read it.

Unknown: Soon, little bird. Open your window.

“Paul!” She yelled, scrambling off her bed and tripping over her own feet as it burst open. A panicked, half-asleep man filled the doorway, and she handed him the phone.

Her eyes prickled, and her skin itched as she glanced at her window and imagined a grotesque monster standing on the other side of her blinds. Paul swore, vile and shocking, as he grabbed her and dragged her to the living room. He pushed her down on the couch and told her to stay there. She listened and waited as he ran out the back door to the garden. It was only seconds, but it ebbed like cooling tar as she waited. Paul was inside, door locked, and carrying something with him moments later, and her pulse was a metronome in her throat as she scented the old lilacs. Her head shook, and she mumbled, “no, no, no” as Paul nodded and looked resigned.

“I’m sorry, Elsa, but I have to show you. Maybe it’ll give you a clue as to who it is.”

She could see how badly he wanted to shield her from it, which terrified her. Her face was numb, her tongue too thick to form words, and her eyes were sheened with tears as he held the item up. It was another soft toy and one she knew too well, and a sad little whimper trickled out of her as he turned the headless tiger upside down. It’s limbs were missing and black pen had scribbled over its body. Instead of beads or stuffing, grains of hard white rice showered to the floor and clattered off the wood like gunshots. Her childhood comfort toy was now an instrument of terror. Confusion swirled and swelled. She hadn’t even noticed it had been taken. Paul watched her too closely, hazel eyes softening as she struggled to keep everything she felt locked away. When she broke, he dropped everything he held and embraced her, holding her together as she dissolved into distress.

He rubbed her back, muttering soothing words into her hair as she clung to his shirt and stained it with salt. His heart was steady and strong; she counted the beats as hers went wild, and she couldn’t get enough air. Great gasping gulps of it didn’t help. His scent was as familiar to her as her own as she released a month's worth of fear on him. He didn’t complain, held her until she wrung herself dry, and didn’t let go when she quietened.

“Look, it’s bad. I’m not going to lie to you. I’ll call the police so we have a log of this. It’s escalating, and we don’t know how long we have until their patience runs out. I’m not going anywhere, but I need to get my phone from the mantle. That okay?”

Her mouth wouldn’t work, so she nodded and choked back a whimper when his warmth was gone, and she stifled a shiver. They’d been inside more than once. They’d sat outside her window for god knows how long, and she’d been unaware. She wanted to take a boiling hot shower, scrub herself raw, and do it again so she felt clean. Her mind flicked through mundane memories as she tried to figure out who it could be. Why rice? Why lilacs? Why her? Why any of it? She had no answers and could only listen as Paul demanded an officer be sent to catalog this latest incident. Once he hung up, he was back at her side and looked so defeated she wanted to apologize. Neither said a word, too lost in their shared worries to bother telling each other pretty lies that could comfort them, and she didn’t shrug his arm off when he slung it around her shoulders.

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Part two: Don’t Wait Around

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