that post you reblogged a few hours ago about who misha follows/interacts with on twitter reminded me that that list includes openly gay rapper comedian and destiel shipper elijah daniel who did in fact once tweet this: elijahdaniel status 783457480755949568
I checked and it's true .......
i don't know what to add honestly. Not the first time i was rendered speechless by spn adjacent lore and not the last.
Summary: You were Elijah's partner, you used to be a witch, but recently you were turned into a vampire by him. The truth is, you never liked the way the hybrid treated your boyfriend, so one day you faced Klaus and that ended in him wanting to take revenge for the hurtful things you said to him: He compelled you to make you turn off your humanity and forced you to murder your witch friends, who were conveniently people he wanted to get rid of.
Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, blood, panic attack.
PD: Si alguno de ustedes es de Argentina y les gustó el fic, y quieren apoyarme un poco, acá les dejo mi cafecito link: kolwithaheart <3 gracias¡!
A/N: This is my #February2021promptchallenge!! (Challenge created by my lovely mutual @hellotvshowtrash ) This was supposed to be a fluffy prompt and I made this more angsty than I expected lmao.
I also wanna thank my beautiful @mikaelson-emma for being my beta reader, for all her support and kind words 💖
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The hot water fell on my skin, sliding down my body until it finally fell to the floor stained red, only to be swallowed down the drain. My hands slowly moved up my neck, arms, and torso under the shower. The silence in the bathroom was tearing me up inside, making me want to scream and throw everything around me. However, I was crying silently, cleansing my body of the blood that had stained it, while my heart seemed to want to leave my chest. My eyes remained closed, although the tears kept coming from them, knowing that if I opened them, I would not be able to stand another second.
The metallic smell filled the place, or so it seemed to me. I felt like I was drowning in it, no matter how much soap I put on my cheeks or all over my body, it just wouldn't go away. Suddenly breathing wasn't that easy when I remembered what happened, despite having been avoiding it all this time.
My eyes snapped open, feeling like I was going to pass out any second. I turned my head so fast trying to get out of the shower that I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I tried to get up, but my legs didn't help me, so I finally took them in my arms and released all the terrible sobs that I had been holding on to all this time.
I was devastated. I was scared. I felt dirty. I felt I was going to die, just like they did. And I knew I deserved it. My arms were no longer stained with blood, but I had blood on my hands, anyway. My heart felt so heavy in my chest, and my eyes couldn't fixate on any specific place. I squeezed my eyelids shut, trying to focus on the sound of the water, but it stopped and arms wrapped around me.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream for him to let me go. I tried to scream to let him know I was a monster. I tried to scream for him to get away from me, believing I wasn't worthy of any comfort. Yet, I just hugged him back, not wanting to be alone, wanting him to save me from my sins.
“I’m a monster,” I said minutes after when I felt I could open my mouth and speak without fear of vomiting within the second of making a sound, “I’m a monster.”
“Please don't say that,” He whispered, stroking my hair, “You need to know this isn’t your fault,” He said in a sweet tone of voice, separating us and grabbing my head between his hands to look at me in the eyes, but I kept them closed.
“They’re dead because of me,” I said, slowly shaking my head, “I killed them with my own hands,” I sobbed, “And the worst part is that it felt... When I…”
“Y/N, this is Niklaus’ fault, not yours,” He said in a more serious tone of voice, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“They begged me to let them live,” I said, feeling the tears falling down my cheeks, “And I didn’t care at all... I killed them as if they were nothing.”
“You didn’t have your humanity on, my dear,” He said, trying to make me feel better, but it didn’t work at all.
“You weren’t there, Elijah!” I exclaimed, now looking at his worried eyes and bringing my hands to my hair, tousling it, “They were my friends, my family, and I just ripped their bodies apart!”
I repeated the moment of their deaths over and over again inside my head without wanting to. Every part of the body that I tore, every drop of blood that I drank, every scream that I heard… Everything was there, including the disgusting feeling of pleasure doing all that, and it didn't seem to go away no matter how much I closed my eyes, how much soap I used, how much I hugged him, or how much I sobbed.
After a few minutes, he took me in his arms, carrying me to bed, wrapping a towel around my naked, still wet body to cover me. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, feeling I was going to throw up. Elijah just sat behind me and dried my hair with another towel, to then gently pass the brush over it to untangle it.
“I don't have enough words to express how sorry I am that this happened,” He apologised from behind, “I hope you can forgive me, Y/N,” He said, getting up from his seat to find me comfortable clothes, “I love you, and I give you my word that I will help you through this,” He said when he knelt in front of me, grabbing my hand and kissed it gently, before helping me get dressed.
“I also give you my word that I will not let my brother get away with this,” He said, walking towards the door.
“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” I said before he crossed the door, “I don’t deserve this, but I really need you right now,” I said, licking my lips, without looking at him.
“You deserve much more than my complete attention, my dear,” He said in a sigh, “I'm not going anywhere then,” He said, sitting next to me, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” He said, leaving a kiss on my forehead.
The rest of the night we just cuddled in silence until I fell asleep in his arms.
