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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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Feeding 101

kai parker x reader

summary: damon was a great teacher during elena's transition, but he's less than helpful when kai escapes hell and needs to feed. luckily, you're there at the right place, right time, and offer to teach him, (much to damon's disapproval). | heretic!kai

tags: based on s08e13, mention of twilight, blood drinking, blood sharing, feelings, confessions, arguments, protective!damon but also protective!kai, mention of sex but no sexual content, almost kiss

word count: ~2.7k

You’re too busy texting to look where you’re going. A nervous text from Alaric; a warning, judging by his unusual use of the red exclamation + question mark emoji. You stumble to the bathroom to read it, wanting your reaction to be out of sights from the crowded diner. Mystic Falls has been a mess lately; no doubt it concerns the next big enemy.

But as you burst open the nearest door, you catch the sight of two bodies occupying. Right as you turn to leave, you realize it’s Damon by the sink.

“Oh, shit, sorry - wait, Damon?!”

This is an uncommon place to find him. Usually, he’d be at the Mystic Grill or the Scull Bar. Never at the rather unkempt small diner on the end of the street. You, however, go there often, whenever you need to escape wandering eyes and small-town chatter. Damon, often both the cause of the eyes and the chatter, enjoys being in the center of attention.

However, when you catch his gaze this time, his throat tightens in fear. “Y/N, out! Go!”

His urgency scares you. Your eyes bounce around the room for the threat, wondering what’s so imperative that you hurry on your way out the door.

You settle your attention on the figure beside him. Well, not one, but two.

One man slouched against the wall, diner apron still loosely around his waist. Another man is holding him up by his shoulders, feeding on his neck.

You startle at the sight, not expecting it.

“Get out, Y/N!”

The man feeding is too caught up in his gig to notice your presence, but you soon start to recognize his shoulders.

You stop, feet planted into the cement; fear becoming curiosity. “Is that Kai?”

“No!”

At the same time, the man in question lets the diner cook slump to the ground. He turns to Damon, unsuccessfully wiping blood off his face. “So that was-” he finally sees you, “hey, I remember you.”

“She’s leaving,” Damon answers. “Y/N, go!”

“Y/N, that was it!”

You’re having trouble tearing your eyes from his face. Jesus Christ, he’s a messy eater.

“Is this the big emergency Ric texted me about?!”

Damon shrugs, “probably.”

“As much as I love talking about Ric, I need to feed on more than just this big guy. I’ve been in hell for a long time, Damon, and-”

“I know! You’re hungry; I get it. We’re having a little problem right now of finding people that you can eat. It’s not like there’s a line outside of willing participants.”

You swallow hard.

Kai’s always made you feel a type of way you couldn’t explore. His bloodstained lips and teeth multiply that feeling tenfold, reminding you why you came to Mystic Falls in the first place. Vampires, witches, werewolves. You started out as a Twilight enthusiast looking for adventure, attending Whitmore College, but then became a valuable asset to the team.

God, if Kai ever knew how hard it was for Elena to keep you away from him, you’d probably die inside. You fell for him hard. And now, staring at him in his full transition, you can already feel those tingles returning.

“What are you guys doing?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Kai here says he can bring back Elena, but he needs to be strong enough to do the spell.”

Ah. You shift your feet nervously. Even despite what he did to your best friend, you can’t help your desire for him. “So you need to go,” Damon continues, “and not be a witness anymore, and we need to go find more bad people.”

“Why only bad people?”

“So that Damon doesn’t feel guilty for eating good ones,” Kai answers, to which Damon gives him a distasteful smile.

“And, because like I said, you don’t exactly have anybody willing to be fed on, especially not by you. So we have to get a move on it if we’re to reverse this spell quickly, before Cade gets his hands on you.”

“Cade?”

“He’s coming for me, because I escaped Hell.” He glances down at the diner cook again, wondering if any of his blood is still fresh for a second round. “I really don’t want to go back there, to Hell, and every time I feed, I can feel myself getting stronger, so that’s great, in case I need to fight him.” Kai takes in the sight of you one last time before tearing his lust-filled eyes away. “So if we can find more people-”

“Feed on me.”

“What?”

“What?!” Damon repeats Kai’s question, but with extra dismay.

“You need to feed, but are having trouble selecting people. I’m a willing participant; feed on me.”

“Yeah, that’s a no.”

“C’mon, Damon, you want Elena back, and so do I, and I don’t know… I trust Kai won’t kill me.”

“Y/N, do you not see the dead guy slumped on the floor?”

“Yeah but Kai knows me. You both do. I’m not some villain, or some unimportant cook.”

“That man was very important,” Damon fakes, “he was doing his job, serving burgers-”

“He was forcing his hand on an underage girl,” Kai interrupts, “that’s why we picked him.”

“See? Eating people with a good cause. C’mon, Kai, I trust you. Just heal me back up when you’re done. Has Damon taught you how to do that yet?”

“No.”

“Okay, then I will.” You shrug off your coat, exposing your neck. “Come here. Pierce this vein,” you point, “and drink from it.”

“No!” Damon lunges for Kai when he steps closer to you. “Y/N, this is insane!”

“It’s fine! You’re being dramatic!”

“You’re being under-dramatic!”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It certainly is!”

“He isn’t going to drain me, I’m just giving him enough to make him stronger. You want Elena back, right? So do I. Kai, drink.”

The vampire steps closer, flicking his tongue against your neck. When your knees buckle at the sensation, he grabs your waist to hold you up.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. Go ahead.”

Damon can only watch as Kai follows your instruction, biting down carefully into your jugular vein and beginning to suck. He was never so careful with his previous victims, and would let himself tear messily into their skin before finding his latch. Blood would stream down their neck and his chin, staining them both. You showing him where to latch makes his bite a lot cleaner. Instead of worrying about hurting you, he can focus his attention on keeping you upright.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Damon asks, also noticing your weak knees.

“Mhm- yes.” You grab onto Kai for support. He pulls off to look at you, but latches back on when you nod the consent to continue.

“Doesn’t look like that from here.”

“It’s just… intense. I’m okay.”

After a minute or two, your skin pales. Your body is weakening under Kai’s strong grip, and he realizes quickly, detaching his teeth from your neck.

“Hey, what do I-”

“Bite here,” you point to his own wrist, “feed me your blood to heal me.”

“Bite here,” he repeats, situating his teeth on himself. He bites, then it bleeds. “Like Damon’s done?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay.” He pushes his wrist up to your mouth, almost force-feeding you. You would’ve grabbed onto his wrist and fed yourself, but the way Kai does it, like he’s desperate for you to heal, makes you wonder if he could really feel that way.

Within seconds, you start to feel like yourself again. The color returns to your face, and you get a little of your strength back. Most of it is turned to mush at the fact that he fed from you - he literally fucking fed from you; your heart is racing - but not all of your weakened state is due to overwhelming feelings.

“Are you okay?”

“Mh- yes.”

“Are you sure?” Damon overrides, coming up behind you.

“I’m good. Fuck,” you’re still trying to catch your breath, exhilaration coursing through you, “felt good.”

“Well it isn’t supposed to feel good,” the elder vampire comments.

“I, um, I just meant… the healing part of it did. Felt good to have my strength back.”

“Mhm, sure.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” Kai asks, head tilted.

“No, you didn’t. You’re okay.” He smiles, then brushes a loose hair from your face. You have a suddenly overwhelming urge to kiss him, but doubt Damon would like that very much. Instead, you point towards the sink, then at his bloodstained mouth. “Let me clean you up, okay? Can’t go anywhere with dead line cook all over your face.”

Kai takes a step back to let you reach the sink, while Damon tries not to be dumbfounded at how okay you are with this whole situation.

You wet a paper towel and add a teensy bit of hand soap, then beckon Kai forward.

“Thanks for teaching me how to feed properly,” he says, watching the first bit of blood wash down the drain.

“Of course. I don’t know why Damon didn’t-”

“-because that’s not my job, Y/N. And it wasn’t yours, either.”

“Still. There’s a huge bloodstain on the wall now, and that one certainly isn’t my problem.”

“We’ll just leave it for the cleaning lady. Put an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the door.”

“Nice,” you reply dryly.

“Hey, while I was feeding,” Kai says suddenly, “I felt this rush go through your body that I hadn’t tasted before. Is that normal?”

Damon’s heart drops to his toes. “It was fear,” he tries to say. He knows you had a crush seven years ago, and Kai does not need to learn about it now.

“I’m asking Y/N.”

“I, um… yeah, I mean, normal sometimes. Blood sharing can be really personal, so since you weren’t feeding to kill, it’s not…” you glance over to Damon, who’s making gestures of cutting off a head to make you stop talking, “it’s, uh, normal.”

“It’s personal? Like how?”

Damon’s eyes roll all the way to space. He slaps a hand to his forehead.

“Um, like… well… that level of trust that I put in you, coupled again, with the fact that you weren’t feeding to kill. Sometimes it can stir up, uh, feelings.”

“Feelings?”

“Oohkay, Y/N, you’ve done enough!”

“I don’t know how to explain it!”

“Blood sharing is personal because you’re feeding off one another in a really intimate way, sometimes more intimate than sex. Now, Kai, another important thing you’re gonna learn about being a vampire is compulsion. Compel her to forget this ever happened.”

“What?” You step back in surprise, “no!”

“Come on, Y/N, it’s for your safety. He doesn’t have any feelings anyway.”

“No! Damon-”

“For the record, I feel things sometimes. Remember - hello - merge with Luke? And before that, I could feel, I just didn’t know what I was feeling.”

“Neat. Great. Compel her anyway.”

“Damon!”

“No! She doesn’t want it. I’m not gonna force something on her that she doesn’t want.”

“I bet this guy didn’t want to die, did you think about that?”

“That’s different. She’s different. She matters.”

“Oh, great.”

“You just said blood sharing is really intimate, so why would I compel her when she doesn’t want it when we practically just had sex?”

“That is not what I said!”

“It is, too!”

Damon sighs, “you compel her because it’s for her own good! Because she should never be caught doing anything with the likes of you. You’re only gonna get her killed.”

“I didn’t get her killed just a minute ago when I was feeding on her.”

“Because she showed you how! Otherwise, you would’ve just ripped into her neck like this other guy here.”

“No, I wouldn’t have fed on her at all if she didn’t teach me, because I’ve never wanted to hurt her.”

Damon throws up his hands. “God! Kai, why?!”

“Oh, is it suddenly bad that I care about someone?! I thought that’s all you ever wanted from me. And now I do, and I’m the bad guy again?”

“You were never the good guy, I-”

“Okay, just stop it!” You interrupt, putting hands between the men. “This is ridiculous.”

“His apparent, sudden feelings for you are ridiculous!”

“I’ve had a crush on her since the day I merged with Luke,” he blurts out.

“What?” You and Damon say in unison, both now looking at him.

He sighs. “You were there for Bonnie’s birthday and helped us all send a message to her. But after my sister stabbed me and Damon healed me with his blood, you were the one that cleaned me up and made sure I was okay. I always thought you were cute, but from that day on, I don’t know, I just felt something.” He looks down, embarrassed. “I never said anything because I’m, well, me, and you’re you - this super sweet and gentle and caring person, and I would be nothing but wrong for you. And the only reason I agreed to feed on you today was because I am really hungry, and your blood smells just so good, and you were willing to teach me how to do it without hurting you.” He pauses, “I’m sorry for lying to you, and I’m sorry for causing such a big fight, and for letting this get out, but that’s the truth.”

“You had a crush on me,” you say, not really as a question. Kai looks up, unable to read your tone, hoping your face gives you away. He expects mocking, certainly not the excitement you seem to have instead.

“Yeah.”

“Damon,” you turn suddenly, “did you hear that?”

“Yep, all three times, Y/N.”

You turn back to Kai, expression unreadable. “For the record-”

“Y/N, don’t-” Damon attempts.

You ignore, “I’ve always had a crush on you, too.”

A smile tugs at the edge of his lips. “You have?”

“Even before the merge, I liked you, but then after it, watching you navigate the world, I couldn’t help but fall head over heels. I wanted to help you through it more but somebody…” you glance at Damon, “held me back.”

“For good reason-”

You interrupt him again. “But yes, Kai, I like you.”

“Even as a heretic?”

“You think I’d let just anyone feed on me? Let alone a baby vamp who I literally just watched rip open another guy’s neck?”

He smiles. “Got it.”

“If anything, it was hot.”

“Y/N-”

“You learning control on me was hot, too, but that display of near-rabid vampirism was also super hot.”

“Y/N-” Damon warns again, not liking the direction of the conversation.

“And yeah, I wouldn’t share my blood with just anyone. So, yes, Kai, I think it’s safe to say I like you even as a heretic.”

Kai’s hand finds its way to the side of your face. An overwhelming urge to kiss you settles in his bones.

“Nope-” Damon speeds forward to separate you. “You can talk about your weird, gross, feelings, but we aren’t going any further with them today.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Damon,” you warn, not liking the grip he has on Kai’s shirt. “Easy.”

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s a big, strong heretic now, right?” He pushes him hard into the wall.

Kai groans, pain coursing through his body for a mere second before any bruises heal themselves.

“Damon!” You come to his side. “Let go.” Luckily, he does. Kai makes another, lower groan as his body is released from the man’s clutches. You try to not let it go to your head. “Can we just… go do whatever it is you were doing earlier now? This guy is starting to smell.”

Damon looks at him, then at the two of you. “Fine, whatever. Y/N, I’m assuming I can’t shake you off?”

“Nope.”

“Alright. Then let’s go make enemies out of my friends.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Bonnie, who’s helping Kai get out permanently. Alaric, with… Alaric in general. Elena, when we wake her, for letting her realize I failed to keep you two apart like she tried so hard to do. Matt-”

“We get it.”

“Good. Then let’s go.”

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker oneshot #this is 2/2 things i wanted to post today!#hopefully my writer's block is over with and life will chill out bc ugh #i hate not being able to write and post #anyway the world needs more heretic kai fics i need him to bite me

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witchcraftandgeekness · 1 year

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Matt Donovan, the mortal dude, who overlived most of immortal population of the series.

#matt donovan the true immortal #tvd #tvdu #the originals #vampires #witches #werewolves #hybrids #syphoners #heretics #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #finn mikaelson #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #kai parker

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v-velvetykisscs · 2 years

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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 / 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: kai kidnaps you to try his new powers on you and you try to escape him.

WARNING: yandere ! kai - obsessive, worshipper, sadistic , deranged ! kai ( basically normal kai lol ) heretic! y/n, tvd gang! y/n marking/carving kink, bondage, blindfolding, sexual references, pet names, blood kink??( swallowing of blood )

NOTE: this is so dirty, i feel like i'm teasing you guys. lemme know if you want a part 2!! :)

god, she's so beautiful.

he thought as he stared at your drowsy form.

at the soft arch in your back, at your silky smooth curtains of hair and the way it cascaded onto your face, swaying softly with the breath of breeze that travelled through the double doors on either side of the corridors.

it was kai who had carried you bridal style through the empty hallways of mystic falls high and tied you up to the ceiling tiles. he'd done it all so meticulously, locked your handcuffs in around each of your smooth, porcelain wrists. wrapped a black headband around your lids, letting his fingertips graze the cold skin of your cheeks.

he could feel a twitch from under his kaki cargo shorts form as he let his mind drift to a vision of you wailing and moaning in pain as he practiced his magic on you. the thought of you writhing in agonising pain on your knees in front of him, relaxing into his touch as he grasped your chin tightly was enough to send him over the edge.

he yearned nothing more but to break you. to break you and bend you to his will. to mark you and claim you as his. but most importantly, to make you love him as much as he adored you.

flinching, you turned your limp head away from the white haze of lights seeping your vision through the black material covering your eyelids. you hear the monotonous hum of electricity.

what the fuck?

you jerk your head up suddenly, twisting your head from side to side as you try your hardest to see through the fabric tightly wrapped around your eyes. you finally feel the rest of your limbs outstretched and when you try to move your right hand you hear the loud jangle of chains.

is this some sick joke?

your heartbeat accelerates in your chest, ready to leap out of your ribcage and out of your dry mouth. you inhale shakily and try to tap into your magic but it's as if it's been dried up. panic surges through you tenfold as you realise you can't feel your magic through your veins.

"i'd give up trying if i were you, i've sucked up most of your magic. thanks for that by the way doll face.”

suddenly a pair of hands settled on the sides of your head and snaked around to reach the knot holding the folded fabric over your eyes on. with a small tug, the fabric came undone.

you blinked hard as your eyes focused on a tall figure towering over your restrained form, inching slowly toward you.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was breathtakingly gorgeous, with his chiselled jaw and button nose and the lopsided smirk resting on his plump lips.

but what entranced you most were his metallic blue eyes, a mixture of asphalt and gas-stove-blue flames, sparking with azure embers.

his eyes were kindled with excessive excitement, but the churning feeling from within the pit of your stomach and the goosebumps creeping over your bare arms outwardly showed the dread you had for the man shamelessly trailing his gaze down your shackled body, almost undressing you with your eyes.

fucking perv.

“who are you?” you hesitantly asked.

“oh i’ve forgot to introduce myself. manners, i’m kai, pleased to make your acquaintance. i'm quite offended damon and bonnie haven't mentioned me.”

“oh, they have. i know you're a social pariah and fucking psycho and i want you to unshackle me right now-“

suddenly, he gripped your jaw in his hand, interrupting you. the cold, silver metal of the ring on his index finger burning against your skin as he turned your face in his soft palm and you felt disgust at yourself the pang of warmth the action sent through your abdomen, spreading like wildfire to your cheeks.

his eyes squinted as he analysed every detail on your face, as if committing the sight of you to memory, photographing you into his dirty, perverse twisted mind.

"you've got quite the mouth on you, i'm surprised. considering how cute you look."

he let go of you gently, smirking at the look of distaste on your face.

after all, he loves the idea of a challenge.

“sorry about earlier, i didn't mean to knock you out. in fact i think i might’ve accidentally killed you, judging by the colour of your skin and the veins bulging out of your cute face, you looked like mouldy cheese” you crinkled your nose at this.

"why did you take me?" you whispered

"oh. i thought it was obvious. you're a freak of nature, well that's rich coming from me but i find you truly fascinating. besides, your regenerative powers make me feel less awful about toying with your life."

"my friends will come get me soon." you tugged against your chains, moving as much as the fetters allowed toward him threateningly, staring him down. you rattled against your cuffs and kept on tugging on them.

"nothing a little invisique spell can't fix. do me a favour and stop making such a fuss? it's insufferably annoying."

he lifted his hand toward you and you winced as a wave agony lashed across your face. you felt an invisible force tracing across your cheek painfully and you screamed at the sight of blood dripping down your jaw. your heart lapped against your ribcage in fear and you moaned with pain as kai's magic gouged lines into your face. soon the pain resided and your head lolled down as you stared at the floor.

you heard a loud crack and glass shatter onto the floor and from your peripheral vision noticed him pick up a shard. he advanced toward you, tilting your head up once again with his index and thumb abruptly, extending the mirror toward you. you stared back at your reflection, trails of tears under your sunken eyes and a bloody "K" letter carved into the skin of your cheek.

he licked his lips as he watched the blood pool at the edge of your face, dripping onto the floor, his eyes brightening at the sight. He turned to look into your face, his line of sight falling to your red lips, bruised from biting onto them. he placed his own above yours, ghosting over the skin and you felt his mouth stretch into a wide smirk. immobilised you drew in a sharp breath at the beyond-invasive proximity. feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the pool of heat building between the flesh of your legs, covered with skin-tight jeans

gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear whispering slowly into it.

"you look perfect." he told you, grazing your cheek with his thumb as he smeared the blood onto his finger, licking it off with his tongue.

you kneed him, eliciting a grunt of pain and tugged furiously at your handcuffs which gave way with the second yank, dawning coming upon you that your supernatural strength had regenerated. you burst into a sprint toward the doors to the outside, pushing them open forcefully and leaped out before being sent backward. You hurled yourself again in hopes you could pass the threshold to the outside but was knocked back again due to the invisible magical barrier planted at the entrance.

“come back doll face, i’m not done with you!” you heard him say loudly from down the corridor. you turned on your heel and chased down another corridor, bursting through another door.

with a whoosh of wind, the lights flickered intermittently. you looked around to see you landed into a cafeteria, adorned with white and red foldable, large lunch tables. you rushed to the double doors at the end of the lunch all and tugged them open.

you felt your heart plummet down into your stomach, drumming loudly in your ears, prying its way out of your body.

kai raised his head to gaze at you as you opened the door. his hand propped over his head, body slouched forward, as he'd been patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door all along. he wanted to make you feel like you stood a chance and thrived off taking that glimmer of hope away. he got off your despair and couldn’t help the cheshire smile pulling at the sides of his mouth, brimming with pride.

“found you.”

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andreal831 · 7 days

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What do you think of heretics?

I prefer supernatural shows that have a closed world, meaning they have set rules and don't deviate from this. TVD started very closed with just the three supernatural creatures: vampires, werewolves, and witches. It's also why I couldn't get into Legacies because they kept introducing new creatures. It removes any stakes or logic when they do that.

That being said, I really enjoyed the heretics.

They still technically played by the same rules. We always knew there were different types of witches who draw their magic from different elements. So introducing witches who have to draw their magic from others was so interesting. It actually makes them weaker witches since they have to rely on draining magic from others, however, when combined with vampires, it makes them nearly unstoppable.

Witches can take down vampires so easily. The only advantage vampires have is that they are quicker and can use the element of surprise. Heretics eliminate this since they can be just as fast. It was a nice change of pace in TVD to watch the MF Gang go up against enemies they couldn't beat since they typically had so much plot armor. Like come on, how did they survive the Mikaelsons??

I will say, you can easily push back on the logic of it all, the "loophole" which allows siphoner to maintain their magic. But since we know from Bonnie's mom that it felt like she was cut off from nature, which is where other witches derive their magic, and since turning into a vampire gives siphoners constant access, I can buy the loophole.

I do find it hard to believe that Valerie was the first ever heretic. Vampires had existed for 800 years at that point. You're telling me in 800 years, no siphoner witch had ever been turned into a vampire?

I also found it ridiculous that Valerie just disappeared and never made a reappearance, even in Legacies. She was the only known living siphoner, which could have helped Lizzie or could have taken the Hollow from Hope instead of letting children do it. I also feel like Hayley said she found a Siphoner witch to take the cure from Freya in the beginning of Season 4, which would have had to be Valerie, yet they didn't explain that further.

But as a whole I enjoyed the storyline. There were parts that definitely could have been written better, but the characters were interesting and made you root for them at times even when they opposed the main characters.

Thanks for the ask!

#heretics #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #the mikaelsons #hayley marshall #fandom answers #tvd anon ask #tvd ask #fandom asks #anon ask #anonymous #tvdu metas #metas

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nerdie-faerie · 2 months

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Its a shame Bonnie never really gets to have any witch allies that she can be friends with without there being any other agenda at play

#TVD #tvd lb #series 2 #By the Light of the Moon #Bonnie Bennett #lucys helping katherine then she ditches town the Martin witches are using her for elijahs plot and to get greta back #her mum doesnt care to stick around after the spell is done pretty sure the next witches to show up are luke and liv and theyre also using #her for their covens needs and shes using them in turn while she has no magic to help her friends qetsiyah i guess was there more a minute?#but again she doesnt stick around and she has no interest in teaching bonnie or helping her with anything #the closest bonnie gets to having a witch friend is when the heretics show up and her and nora bond for a bit i would count luka #but that friendship is founded on manipulation so doesnt really count #all of the witches talk about being used and manipulated by the rest of supernatural community but thats also how they treat each other too #woulda been nice to see some witches that werent just plot devices and to have explored bonnie being a witch more

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winterrnighttsposts · 5 months

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Nora Hildegard

#aesthetic #badass #the vampire diaries #cute #tvd #gay #girls #aesthetics #nora hildegard #mary louise parker #heretic #witch #vampire #the originals #love

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eleanorroseaxoxo · 3 months

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Imagine A Witch With The Bloodlust Of A Vampire

It was just Robin and Steve down there in the Russian Underground Bunker, tied back to back. Steve was still bloodied up and beaten to a pulp, healing slower than usual for some reason, maybe the Russians tampered with his healing or something?

Around half an hour an hour ago, those Commie bastards had injected both Robin and Steve with separate serums, maybe they injected him with wolfsbane? How on earth did they know he was a wolf?

Which raises the question, if they injected wolfsbane into Steve, what the hell did they inject Robin with?

“What did they inject us with, Steve?” Robin asks him, almost reading his mind.

“I don’t know.” Steve admits. “But what I do know is that I don’t wanna stay here for another second. Can’t you do some witchy juju or something?”

Robin scoffs. “Okay, first off, I’m a siphoner, not a witch, huge difference. And secondly there’s nothing to channel around here.”

Steve thinks for a long minuet before responding. “Channel me.”

“What.”

“Channel me, I’m a wolf.”

“Hold on, wait a minute!” Robin exclaims. “You’re a werewolf? You’ve been a werewolf this entire time?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not usually something to be proud of, I don’t go around blurting it out to everyone.” Steve explains and tries to calm. Robin down. “Can you just get us outta here and I’ll explain everything.”

Robin sighs.

Before she could do anything, the door opens and Colonel Ozerov and his team of Russian doctors enter the room and begin examining Robin.

“What are you doing to her? Hey! What are you doing to her!” Steve demands, but the Russians ignore him.

“The blood has been in her system for half an hour, now.” A Russian doctor states in Russian.

“Great, let’s move on to phase two.” Ozerov replies.

“What are you two dinguses talking ab-��

Before Robin could finish her sentence, she felt a cold blade swipe against her throat, before feeling a warm liquid trickle down her neck.

“Robin? Robin! What did you do to her, what did you do!” Steve screams as he hears his friends choked breathing. “Robin, no!”

“Your friend is dead, wolf.” Ozerov informs him. “For the time being, anyway.”

Steve lifts his head up, holding back his sobs for a few moments. “What do you mean?” The Russians just smirk and exit the room, leaving Steve in there with Robin’s dead body. “Hey! Hey, what do you assholes mean?!”

An hour passes, and Robin is still sat there, head hanging forward as the blood around her neck begins to dry.

Steve is still sat there in shock, both at the fact that Robin is dead and that he’s sat behind her corpse.

“Robin, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Steve sniffles. “I should have never got you caught up in all this. I should have told go to go away when you asked if you could translate that stupid Russian code.” Steve scoffs. “Look where that code got us now, right in the middle of-”

Steve is interrupted by Robin’s gasp of breath, desperate for air.

“Robin?”

Robin coughs and clears her throat, she looks at her uniform to see the blood and starts to panic. “What? W-what happened? Why am I covered in blood?”

Steve’s face pales at it dawns on his what’s happening. The Russians injected Steve with wolfsbane, and they injected Robin with vampire blood.

Steve takes a deep breath. "Robin, I need you to listen to me and I need you to stay calm, okay?"

"O-Okay"

"Those bastards injected you with vampire blood before they killed you?"

"K-Killed me? Killed me?" Robin asks, confused and panicked. "Am I dead?"

"Technically."

"Then, how-"

"Robin, if a person has vampire blood in their system when they die, they go into transition." Steve explains. "Either you drink blood within twenty-four hours or... you die, permanently."

Robin gasps at the realisation that she in transition, whatever that means, and the fact that she must either drink human blood or die.

"Wait, what happens after I drink blood? Steve?"

"You become a vampire."

"Wrong." Steve and Robin turn to look at Colonel Ozerov opening the door. "She'll be a unique breed, one that's so unheard, they're not on record."

"What are you talking about?" Robin demands.

"You see, it's impossible for a person to be both a witch and a vampire, but it is possible to be both siphoner and vampire."

"So you just turned against her will to be your little experiment." Steve scoffs. "Classy, dude."

"Summon me when you are done." Colonel Ozerov tells to the doctor before leaving the room.

Steve notices that the doctor is pouring some blood in a cup and momentarily panics.

"Robin, listen to me, okay?" Steve pleads. "You don't have to drink that blood if you don't want to. I totally understand not wanting to be vampire. I mean, Jonathan and Hargrove make it look easy, but-"

"Steve, trust me on this."

"Huh?"

The doctor stalks his way to Robin and practically pours the blood down her throat, and Robin lets him?

"Rob? You doing okay?"

Robin swallows the last bit of blood in her mouth, completing her transition. "I'm fine, Steve. Still a little hungry."

With her newfound strength, Robin breaks her hands free from her restraints and grabs the doctor, putting him close before tearing into his neck. It only takes a few seconds for her to drain him dry before throwing the doctor's body to the floor.

"Woah, what a rush!" Robin laughs.

"How you feeling?"

"Amazing, great, energised! It's like a battery charge." Robin manages to free herself from the rest of her restraints and heads over to Steve. "Can you free yourself?"

"I can't, it's the wolfsbane in my system."

"Right, right. Uh..." As Robin breaks Steve from his restraints, Dustin and Erica rush in.

"Ahhhh! W-Where are the evil Russians that we're supposed to save you from?"

"Robin ate him." Dustin looks at the doctor then looks at Robin, who shows Dustin her fangs.

"You transitioned?"

"Yeah, I'm a vamp!" Robin smiles.

"Well, part siphoner-part vampire." Steve explains.

"Oh, yeah. I'm totally a freak of nature now. I wanna take this super-speed thingy on a test drive!" Robin laughs then vamp-speeds out of the room, testing her new abilities.

"Robin!"

#stranger things #stranger things au #tvd au #robin buckley #steve harrington #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #werewolf steve harrington #heretic robin buckley #siphoner robin buckley #vampire turning

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shesaiditwaslikemagic · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 | 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧

“Hmm, you wanna find somebody you trust and lay low

But it seems they all on the same mission

You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low

But can't stand the heat of my love, then stay out the kitchen”

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pairing: lizzie saltzman x black!male!reader , platonic!josie saltzman x reader , platonic!hope mikaelson x reader , [etc]…

summary: if anyone told lizzie saltzman that she’d find an amazing man as her lover, she’d most likely tell josie to burn their hair off, because she’d never believe them if they did only tell the truth.

The summer’s day had most of the students that stayed at school enjoy a cookout by the lake, wanting to enjoy the freedom they had until school started back up again. Kaleb and Jed were to handle making the food, whilst Lizzie, Josie, and Mg handled the lights and music. You, Penelope, Jade, and Hope were currently just getting back from town after they were assigned to bring drinks - since they were older than the others - and grab the spare tables from behind the greenhouse.

Alaric was not to be disturbed in his office, finishing up any reports he didn’t have time to do.

“What good are you if you can’t even bring the drinks on time?”

“My bad, Liz. We had to stop for gas and Penelope was trapped in the chip aisle.” Jade informed the blonde as she lifted the ice chest with ease, setting it down on the lawn where Mg told them to.

Penelope huffed. “They didn’t have the chips I liked- was I supposed to abandon from my mission for Pringles?”

“I will buy you Pringles the next time we’re out.” Jade reasoned.

“But that’s going to take too long!” The raven-haired girl whined, causing Josie to giggle at her girlfriend and tug her to one of the tables. Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully before telling Jade to help her set out some chairs.

“Thanks for tagging along, Y/n. I know you’d rather be in your room than here.” Hope sighed as you helped bring another ice chest down from the back of your truck. “You planning on sticking around?”

“Maybe, parties aren’t really my thing.” You mumbled, opening up a new pack of Smirnoff’s.

Hope smirked. “Right. Playing video games and reading Sci-Fi novels are, correct?”

“If you’re asking that then you must not really know me, Mikaelson.” You quipped back, your lips forming a teasing grin before pouring the pack of drinks into the remaining ice chest and Hope pouring whatever ice was left from the bags you bought at the stores.

It was the friendly banter you two would do everyday. Hope was finally getting back to normalcy after suffering from the loss of Landon and turning her humanity off, which included moving past all the things she did. Like hurting her friends, which she did not enjoy one bit. You had been friends since the start of school and have been close ever since, because even with her humanity off she still cared about you.

That’s how you knew she’d turn it back on one day.

“I think I know more about you then you do yourself. Like, the fact that you have a major crush on Lizzie Saltzman hasn’t died down yet-” She yelped as a few ice chips brushed against her skin, the coldness giving her goosebumps.

“Very funny- you wet my shirt!”

“Weren’t you planning on changing anyways? I did you a favor!”

You chuckled and dodged her rough slaps to your chest, the both of you running inside in laughter. Lizzie watched the scene with a small smile, enjoying the sound of your laughter as you disappeared into the Boarding School with Hope on your tail.

“And can you feel the love tonight…” Lizzie turned to her twin, hearing her sing from where she was hanging up one of the lights with Penelope holding the ladder.

“Joz,”

“It is where we are…” She continued singing, ignoring her twin.

“Josie, I mean it.”

“It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer…”

“You’re a nuisance, did you know that?” Lizzie scoffed in annoyance, but a blushing smile on her face.

Josie made her way down, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s love, sister. You’ve been crushing for way too long and maybe this’ll be the night everything changes? It’s summer. Two months filled with so many opportunities!”

“Pipe down. I don’t even know if he’s with anyone or talking to someone- maybe he’s not looking for anyone right now.”

“You’re joking, right?” Penelope raised a brow. “Please tell me-”

“Of course she’s joking! Lizzie- you don’t see the way he looks at you when you don’t notice. Y/n adores you and will say ‘yes’ if you ask him out.”

“Yeah,” Penelope nodded. “And I’d do it fast before else swoops in first wearing-”

“Hot bikinis,” Lizzie breathed out, terror in her voice.

“Pen, don’t scare her!” Josie scolded, ushering her girlfriend away before grabbing ahold of her twin’s hand and leading her towards the dock. “Look at it like this. Y/n is a very patient person, but that doesn’t mean he’ll wait for long. This is the same person who held us when Jo passed away and also the same guy who gave us our twin necklaces so we’d find one another wherever we are. Liz, this is the same guy who pummeled Connor to the ground for you during our Wickery games! So please tell me you believe when I say Y/n L/n would do anything to please you.” They stopped just at the end of the dock, looking over the vast reflections of forests on the other side of the lake.

“I’m not sure, Joz.” Lizzie shook her head, glancing over to her sister. “I’ve never been so great at keeping people.”

“You have me.”

Lizzie smiled, letting out a slow chuckle. “But I’ve always had you.”

“Yeah, and you still have me.” Josie stated firmly, her arm entwining with Lizzie’s in a loop. “I’ll give you a nudge and he’ll be there to catch you. Promise you’ll try?”

“I promise. Let’s get this party started.”

Once everything was settled in and the partygoers began to show, the party was in full motion within the first 20 minutes of arrival. Kaleb and Jed had fired up the grill, cooking various of meats and vegetables as Mg provided blood packets for the thirsty vampires.

Adrenaline was pumping through Lizzie’s veins as the pumping of music filled her ears, having a few shots with Penelope that was making her system buzz already. She might be a heretic, but alcohol has always had a way with her. Whether it was one shot or a few.

“Liz, we’re running out of limes. Could you grab some from the kitchen?” Jade told the blonde, who nodded and threw a ‘thumbs-up’ before pushing past the various teens dancing the summer night away.

Stepping into the porcelain kitchen, she froze at your seated figure. Your back was faced to her with a drink in your hand, although it looked like you hadn’t even opened it since you hated the stench of alcohol.

You had an abusive stepfather who despised you and basically left you at the front steps of the Boarding School. It was the same day you were greeted by Alaric, who came to find out you were a Werewolf-Vampire hybrid. You were traumatized and a loner until you became friends with Hope and the twins. You never spoke much when people asked you questions about your past and didn’t like attending social gatherings.

Hell, you barely ever made it to the morning assemblies.

Lizzie began to feel towards you when you didn’t freak out during one of her breakdowns. You were in the library, reading your favorite Shakespeare textbook when some students were talking bad to her and she freaked out. You were young back then, all of you were. Lizzie trusted you with her secret breakdowns and you trusted her with knowledge about your family.

“Drinking alone is never a good look on you.”

Your body turned to the doorway, seeing Lizzie hesitate but to move closer to where you were seated and leaned against the island table.

You shook your head, scooting the alcohol bottle away. “I never liked drinking anyways. The taste leaves a bad smell in my mouth.”

“That’s okay. Not everyone likes the same thing.” She assured.

“Yeah. Thanks, Liz.” You smiled at the blonde, making her stomach flutter in excitement. You were the only one who could do that to her, not like her old lovers did.

“Not enjoying the party or here for somethin’?”

She broke from her thoughts. “I came here looking for more limes for shots. Penny is going kinda stir crazy with the body shots and Josie ain’t better.”

“I think I saw some in the fridge. I’ll walk out with you.” You offered the blonde beauty, making her nod and move to find the limes where you said they’d be.

Finally finding the limes, she stepped back to close the fridge. But what she didn’t notice was you standing behind her, hands being placed on her hips when she had turned around with her own hands resting against your chest. You hadn’t mean to be so close to her, but at the same time, you planned this.

Lizzie was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. If anyone said otherwise and they’d be dead to you. The way her chest moved up and down when she breathed so carelessly had you reeling and the way her hands rubbed against your chest was a brand new feeling that you wanted more of. You were quite tall and a bit more muscular, basically towering over her figure in your style of clothing she always found comforting and cozy. You never dressed to impress, you dressed for yourself. You were a humble person, always offering help wherever you could and being the shoulder to cry on when people had a hard time. Being the protective one who’d stick his neck out for his friends, who were now basically family.

There were so many things to describe you, but to Lizzie, it would take a lifetime. You were the only one she wanted.

That’s why it only took a second for her to connect her lips to your plump ones, her arms now tangled around your neck with one hand running through your buzzcut of thin hair.

You kissed her back with just as much want. The limes dropping from her hands and onto the floor, forgotten and forgettable.

“Yo, Liz! What’s taking so long with those limes, man- Oh!”

Lizzie and you pulled away quickly, stuttering over your words as Penelope drunkenly cackled from the doorway, attempting to keep herself upright by leaning against the wall.

“I fuckin’ knew it- Mikaelson, you owe me thirty dollars!” The raven-haired girl shouted towards outside.

“Penny!” Lizzie scolded.

She drunk girl straightened out and gave a lazy salute towards you and the blonde twin. “Sorry for disturbing the peace,” and rushed outside where the party was still going, the gentle beats of a familiar song they all knew beginning to play just after Penelope’s departure.

You sighed. “Um- I really-”

“So I really like you- I’m sorry!” Lizzie blabbered out.

“No, no! It’s okay. That’s- Thats awesome. I mean nice, it’s really nice. I- I like you too, Liz.” You stuttered, your small goofy smile beginning to shine through your nervous features and Lizzie couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and bring you forth for a small peck.

“That’s good,” she breathed out. “I really thought you’d reject me.”

Letting out a small huff, you shook your head. “Other people must be pretty stupid to reject such a girl like yourself. But it’s okay, I was expecting rejection as well.” Lizzie smiled softly as your forehead leaned against hers.

“You, you got me, got me,”

Turning her gaze to the windows where the party was still going and drunken teenagers were still partying like no tomorrow, she didn’t really feel like having to push her way through the madness of a summer party. Sure, she wanted to join her friends and enjoy her summer day, but their was hesitation written all over her face as she thought about it.

You tilted your head. “You wanna go back out and join em’?”

Lizzie shook her head, a smile gracing her features once more.

“No, I’d rather stay here with you.”

“One strong lover, no I,”

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countrymusiclover · 15 days

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52 - Dark Raelyn

Part 53

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s pov

Twirling the tip of the hunting knife blade on the wooden nightstand in silence staring at the hybrid that was standing before me as my husband. He had been just staring at me for the last few minutes. “I can only assume you’re silent means that you agree with what I have said.”

“Quite the opposite actually. My silence towards you is because you are not the woman I married.” He growled at me.

Rolling my eyes and scoffing back at him. “I think biology and a blood test would prove that sentence wrong.”

“Look whoever you are. I want nothing you can offer me.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I huffed getting up to my feet. I stride up to him grabbing his shoulders and digging my fingernails in them where he winced just a little bit. “Listen here Niklaus Mikaelson I know you. I know that you want to think that the weak and innocent Raelyn is still inside of me. But she's not. She’s gone.”

“That’s not true, witch. Now if you wish to have me give into your demands I suggest that you start telling me them. Because frankly I am in no mood for a guessing game.” He stepped away from me.

Tapping my fingers on my chin I paused in thought trying to think of a moment where he was close to giving into some sliver of darkness. It didn’t matter whether it was her witch side or vampire side. The desire was there regardless and that is what I was currently feeding off. “Are you sure there were no feelings at all when the weaker me had her humanity off?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He snapped at me dropping his arms down at his sides.

Vamping into his face I grabbed the sides of his face pushing his forehead against my own. “You forget that I am a part of the Rae you love, meaning I have the same access to all her memories just like you do.” Closing my eyes I forced his mind to view the moment back at the bar when Jeremy was a newbie vampire hunter.

Klaus pushed the door open for me to see a whole bar filled with people and I could hear all their hearts ringing in my ear. “Why bring me here if you know I will drain them dry?”

“Because I have already fed them my blood. So when you kill them…” He trailed off with a smirk on his face watching my reaction.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him for the first since I had turned into a hybrid. “They will be in transition to be vampires. You are brilliant and so hot right now. I’d say I always had a thing for the bad boys.”

“I knew that about you before you turned, Raelyn. Now before the boys get here I suggest that we start this little show. Ladies first.” He gestured with his hands out in front of him before I vamped forward onto a guys back sinking my fangs into his neck draining him quickly.

Grabbing two girls by their necks I held them down drinking from one after the others throwing my hair around in a mess. It all became too much for me to not just see blood everywhere where I started vamping around like a madwoman. Klaus the whole time was just standing by the bar watching both turned on and sick to his stomach by how much his former witch was enjoying herself. He never imagined this fate for his love. Losing her twin brother took more of a toll on her then he was ever capable of understanding.

Ripping my fangs into half of their necks I pulled back letting blood drip down my chin. He reached up, taking some off of me moving his other hand to my neck. I watched his eyes flash gold nuzzling his nose into my neck whispering. "I want you to know that it pains me to see you like this. I want nothing more than to find pleasure seeing you like this. But my heart can’t allow that in.”

“You only feel horrible because you have your humanity on. So why not just turn it off with me huh. We’ve got time before these babies come out of my belly. So turn it off with me, together forever." I smirked before he hooked my legs around my waist, vamping me against the wall kissing me hungrily. Everything felt right, his hands and lips on mine. Blood mixing together where he started kissing my neck slowly. I gasped, gripping his locks in my fingers, throwing my head back.

“Urgh! That means nothing to what you're toying with me about.” He harshly pushed me backwards away from him. His eyes glowing golden with me smirking directly at the hybrid in front of me.

Tilting my head to the side I could feel he was lying to me. The big bad hybrid I knew years ago was in there. He just needed to remember what he made the world believe he was. “You are a terrible liar, Mikaelson. You can’t tell me that you feel nothing when I do this…” I held his face tightly in my hands before pressing my lips up against his own.

At first he was hesitant and tried to pull away yet I got the result I wanted when he kissed me back. He moved his arms quickly around my waist pushing my body as close to his as possible. I smiled into it threading my fingers into the dirty curly locks of blonde tugging on them until he moaned. “Rae!”

“There you go. It’s me.” I mumbled breaking the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

He broke the kiss briefly when his phone started going off getting distracted. “Who is it?”

“Did you wake Raelyn yet?” I could hear Rebekah's voice through the phone.

He answered her. “She woke up on her own. She's rather different though - not that I'm complaining..” Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in his shoulders trying to distract him and it was clearly working.

“Different how, Nik. She didn't turn off her humanity again did she?” Rebekah asked sharply.

He growled into the phone following my movements slowly turning around to face me. Dark Raelyn sways her hips back and forth at me, reaching for the bottom of her shirt, dropping it on the floor leaving her in a bra and jeans with her boots. “Rebekah, she consumed the dark magic in the prison world. She isn't herself…but I have to go.”

“What no!” She cried.

I caught wind of Elijah's voice when he tossed his phone onto the bed. “Niklaus!”

“You know telling them about little old me won't end well. They'll come here.” I walk forward to him, draping my arms over his shoulders.

My husband clicked his tongue yanking me against his by the loop of my jeans and I jumped wrapped my arms around his waist. “I don't want to care for you because you're not her. But I can't help myself.”

“You like to be in control, you've told me.”

“Not so much anymore.” He pointed out.

“I'm not looking to overpower you, Klaus. I just want you to embrace this side of me. I mean honestly have you never imagined what it might be like to be a true vampire with me. Have you never imagined what it would feel like being rippers together or breaking all the furniture in the room hmm?”

Klaus blinked his eyes a couple of times. He still held me up by my thighs against his chest. “Raelyn, I am flattered by this other side of you. But its not the woman I married. I want her back, always and forever.”

“Come on just give me a chance. I know deep down you've considered it once or twice. So tonight let's see where this takes us and if tomorrow comes and you still don’t like it then I'll have to try harder.” I shrugged my shoulders giving him the puppy dog eyes, returning my eyes back to their normal color briefly.

Klaus wasted only a second before the wolf and vampire inside of him couldn't last any longer. He crashed his lips down to mine hungrily. I responded back with the same force, threading my fingers into the dirty locks for the second time. “I must admit I have been intrigued at the thought of breaking all the furniture.”

“The mansion has been needed an upgrade.” I broke the kiss and the next thing I knew I was on my back on our king size bed. He leaned down capturing my lips with his and our clothes got thrown around faster than they ever had.

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bellarkeselection · 11 months

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Hope is still one of my favorite Legacies characters but now Lizzie has become one of my other favorites

#elizabeth saltzman #lizzie saltzman #jenny boyd #legacies #tvd heretic #heretic lizzie

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queerregulusablack · 2 years

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“You know you’re the only person who still touches me like I’m fragile, right?” Regulus asked her dryly; and she hummed softly, still caressing his cheek while she moved her other hand so she could cradle his face properly, and keep him facing her as she held his eyes with her own.

She had her mother’s eyes. Noriko had had eyes blacker than the night sky, and she’d given them to her daughter like she’d plucked them directly from her own face.

“That’s because I see the heart of you, Regulus Black. Beneath the teeth and the horror and the sorrow, at your very core, you are all fluff. Like a seeding dandelion; a hard gust of wind scatters you. So I treat you as you deserve to be treated, with the care it takes to keep you whole, because you are my friend, and I love you. And one day I expect you to teach my daughter the way you’ve taught me, and make her powerful, and start earlier than you did with me because I don’t intend to force the same promises from you as my mother.”

The angry clench of Pandora’s jaw was as unmistakable as it was rare to see; and Regulus tipped his head forward enough to rest their foreheads together, and curled his fingers around her elbows gently.

“Your mother didn’t know me the way you do. I didn’t let her; she was half as stubborn and twice as cautious as you are, little bird. Don’t be angry at her ghost because she wanted to keep you safe.”

#toying with a tvd-inspired AU and this dialogue man this interaction this Pandora-Regulus RELATIONSHIP!!!!!#(It's Heretic!Regulus for those who are TVD literate)#(Korean!Black Family too)#QRABs Fic #regulus black #pandora lovegood #my kids my kids my KIDS!!!

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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Dog Days Are Over

kai parker x reader

summary: the post-wedding heartbreak never ceases. without him, life seems to lose its meaning. but despite your best efforts to depart and chase the void that seems to call to you, somehow you're held back. someone refuses to let you go.

tags: tw: su1c1de attempt & thoughts, blood, blood drinking, vampirism / transition, heretics / siphoning, emotional hurt / comfort, light angst, heartache, anger / mild violence, slow recovery, domesticity, friendships, found family, canon divergence, loosely follows plot of seasons 7 & 8

word count: 8.2k

a/n: I'm obsessed with found family x heretics, if you can't tell. I've had this idea for months and finally was able to execute it! (and by execute, i mean write the whole thing in 10 hours & edit for 2 days)

A subtle weight rests on your body; a heaviness in your chest makes it hard to breathe. You don’t fight it. In a couple of minutes, it won’t matter anyway. The wound in your stomach bleeds, soiling your bright blue shirt with a dark red tint. Your heart rate slows, and your eyes flutter. The world around you is getting darker by the second. The end is near, and you swear you can taste it. To whether it’s heaven or hell you are headed, you don’t mind. Or maybe, it’s nothingness. A void. Either way, anything is better than here.

Your short gasps for breath begin to even out as your heart fails. Pumping no longer seems necessary, so the organ quits. It succumbs to the state that your brain has been in for weeks: numb. Cold. Dead.

A glimpse of life flashes before your wilting eyes. A figure running towards you, putting their hands on your cheek. Your lover, maybe, greeting you for an eternity of peaceful nothingness together. Your lips part in the joy of seeing him. Blood trickles from your mouth; the wound finally shutting down your body. Your eyes close and you welcome the darkness.

<•>

The next time you wake up, it’s still dark, and you automatically assume it’s the void that called you home. The Other Side collapsed over a year ago, but supernatural creatures have died since, and nobody ever knows where they go. Here, presumably. To the dark.

After a moment, your eyes begin to adjust and you move to sit up on your knees. The ground beneath you is hard and cold, like cement. It is not at all welcoming or comforting, but maybe that’s how death is supposed to feel. You shrug, not caring yet. Soon, you won’t feel anymore. Soon, you’ll enter the void, or cross the Styx, or whatever is the last necessary step of dying. Soon, you’ll be free.

You stand, then stumble. One minute, your mind and soul feel empty, but in the next, an insatiable hunger takes over your body. It knocks you back to your knees. A whine escapes your throat. Death should not feel this way. Death is supposed to be empty. Something’s wrong.

“Hello?” You call into the void, not expecting an answer.

Instead, you hear a far-off voice, talking not to you, but someone else. “She’s awake.”

Fear thumbs in your heart. You put a hand over it, only to realize after a couple seconds that it’s not beating. The hunger increases as the sound of footsteps approaches. This isn’t happening. You can’t be alive; shouldn’t be. You chose death. Wanted it. Sought it.

But someone had other plans.

<•>

“Hello?” A girl calls out, maybe to you. She waits, then pulls back a small window, letting a little light in your supposed void. “Where are you?”

“What do you want?” You ask, straining. Your voice comes out weaker than you like it to be.

“I brought you something.”

“Nora, turn on the light,” another girl says.

“Would you like a light?”

No, you think. You’d like to be dead. But… you’d also like to identify your captors. “Okay.”

An overhead light comes on a moment later. You shut your eyes tight as it floods your senses, then open it once you start to adjust.

“Too much?”

“Was there a lamp option?” You sass.

“I could find a lamp,” the second girl suggests.

“We’ll find her one in a moment,” the first turns back to you, “can you see us alright?”

Finally, you can. Two girls peek through a window, one brunette and one blonde. They seem sweet, not like the high school mean girls’ type, but you’re still cautious. “I can see you.”

“Good. We have something for you.”

The smell of blood attacks your senses. Your hunger grows.

You make two big strides to the pair, before realizing something. You weren’t a vampire before, so why should the smell of blood excite you now? You stop, shaking your head. “No.”

“You have to drink,” the blonde urges. You have to complete the transition, she doesn’t say, despite it on her mind.

“No, I wanted to die. I tried to die.” You lock eyes with the brunette. “One of you turned me.”

“Y/N, you can’t die. You-”

“How do you know my name?! Who are you?!”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you drink.”

“No!”

“Y/N, please!” She holds the bag further out to you.

Your weak body begs for you to drink, but your mournful heart refuses. “No!” You shout again. “I’m not drinking your blood; I’m not transitioning!”

“You have to!” The blonde agrees with her friend. “You’re getting paler by the second.”

“Good. Then I’ll have lived and died a witch.”

“You’re too young to die, Y/N. You can’t give up. He wouldn’t want you to give up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please, drink, and then we can talk.”

“No. You can’t make me.”

“I can,” she argues.

“You won’t come in here with me. With me so close to transitioning. That would be suicide.”

“Well we can’t let you die, either.”

You stand off with the two girls. They seem to communicate telepathically between themselves. It’s quite frightening to not know what they’re thinking. You stare at them, wondering who they are and why they care that you live.

“You’ll thank us later, Y/N, just drink.”

“I don’t want to live. If I wanted to, I wouldn’t have stabbed myself.”

“You won’t feel this heartbreak forever,” the blonde speaks, like a Hallmark card you didn’t ask to receive. You roll your eyes.

“I think we have to,” the first girl says, hand undoing the bag.

“I agree.”

Before you can ask about their apparent plan, they’re opening the door and swarming to you.

“Get out!” You cry. The blonde holds your left arm, while the brunette backs you up to the wall. “I don’t want it.”

“You’ll be grateful one day,” she sticks her promise to you again.

“If it’s not today, there’s no point. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Take it from someone who spent a hundred years in solitary confinement, I know loneliness. It hurts. It’s worse than a knife to the stomach,” she references your attempt. It’s still apparent on your clothes. “But life isn’t all sad. Sometimes it can be beautiful.”

“I’ve seen it beautiful,” you argue, tears forming in your eyes, “I've seen it, yet I’ll never see it again.”

“You have to trust us. Trust yourself. You can be happy again.”

“No.”

“Yes, Y/N, come on. Drink the blood.” The brunette holds the bag to your face, pinning you against the wall.

“No.” In a last ditch effort, you raise your free arm and smack the bag out of her hand. It flies, then hits the stone wall across from you and splatters. Her eyes go wide, and when she looks back at you, a triumphant look shines in your eyes.

“What did you do that for?!” The blonde shouts. “Waste a perfectly good bag!”

“It’s okay, Mary Louise, just means she’ll get a taste of the real stuff.” Before you can ask, the vampire before you is biting her wrist and shoving it between your lips. You fight, kicking and swinging, but the girls are much stronger. “Keep her still,” she nods to her friend, “just a little more.”

Your wrist starts to burn. You glance down for a second and see an orange glow emitting from the point of connection on your skin. “What-”

The brunette takes advantage of your parted lips and shoves her wrist further into your mouth. “Okay, stop,” she says, and the girl siphoning stops.

Your body is weak, but your heart feels strong. It doesn’t beat, but the blood filling your stomach powers it. The siphoning, however, tolls on your body. The girls let go of you, watch you daze, then gently help your body to the floor. You’re out like a light, asleep.

<•>

You’re much stronger the second time awake. Stronger, with a vengeance. First, you need to find out who those girls were, how they were able to siphon you, and why they wanted to keep you alive. Then, you need to find the nearest piece of wood and send your soul to the void like you had planned.

You look around, searching for anything sharp and anything wooden. You realize now that you’re in a cellar with absolutely nothing that could be used as a weapon, and the only thing in there with you is another blood bag. Angrily, you kick it and it splatters. The smell reaches your nose and you curse yourself for wasting it, now hungry. On the bright side, the violent act seems to let your captors know you’re awake. They walk gingerly down the stairs only a moment later, then switch on a lamp before opening the window.

“Y/N?” The brunette starts, tone cautious.

Your reply is bitter. “What?”

“I’m sorry we had to hold you down. We didn’t want it to come to that.”

“But you had to drink. We couldn’t let you die.”

“What do you care? And who are you?” Then, “and why could you siphon me?”

“If we let you out, will you run?”

“We can’t let her out, Mary. I don’t trust she won’t hurt herself.” You scoff. She turns back to you. “I’m Nora, this is Mary Louise.”

“And? How do you know me?”

“Well, we don’t, but we recognized you from pictures.”

“Pictures? What pictures?”

The girls hesitate. A name rests on their tongues, but they don’t utter it. Unbeknownst to you, they fear saying it out loud will drive you mad. Names have power, and in this case, a lot of it.

“Doesn’t matter right now,” the brunette, Nora, says instead. “What matters is that you get better.”

You laugh dryly. “I would’ve been better off dead.”

Mary Louise seems to get agitated at that. “Stop saying that! You have to live! He’d-”

“Mary, don’t say anything.” The girl quiets immediately.

“Why do you care so much if I live? Who’s he? Where am I?”

“Technically, you’re in the Salvatore house. The basement. We’d give you a room if we could trust you, but it’s too great a risk that you’d hurt yourself still.”

“Why the boarding house? Where’s Damon? Stefan? Do they know I’m here?”

The girls share glances but confess nothing. “You’re safe here. We are not going to hurt you.”

“That’s what people often say before hurting said captive.”

“You’re at more risk by your own hand than ours,” Mary retorts. “You stabbed yourself in an alley behind a dumpster. You’re lucky Nora and I sensed the blood.”

“Luck is not the term I’d use. If you couldn’t tell, I did it on purpose.”

They sigh as if they knew it was on purpose, but for some reason they’re not telling you, they still felt the need to save you.

You ask again, “why did you turn me? Why not just let me die?”

Nora hands you a new blood bag. “Drink this.”

Rolling your eyes more, you refuse. “No.”

“Drink, and we’ll give you answers.”

“C’mon, you’ve already transitioned,” Mary argues, “you might as well not dessicate.”

You know she’s right. Angrily, you snatch the bag and drink it down quickly. When you toss the bag back at Nora, she sighs.

“You’re a friend of a friend of ours,” she says vaguely. “He would want you to live. He’d want you to live your life and die naturally, rather than die young and heartbroken.”

“That ‘naturally’ part is no longer happening-”

“-which is not our fault,” Mary snaps, interrupting you.

“Mary,” the other calms, “patience. Yes, when you die, it will no longer be natural, but at least as a vampire, you have a shot at life again. In a sense, maybe, it’s a gift. You can leave if you want to leave. You can go where you want. You’re not bound by human laws or rules. You can be free.”

“I don’t want to be free. I don’t want anything if I can’t-” you stop yourself. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“I know. But someday, you’ll realize life is worth living, and you’ll be glad that you got a second chance. Take it from someone - both of us - who were given one.”

“Easy for you to say, you have each other. I have no one.”

“Maybe we can be someone for you, if you trust us.”

“Yeah, not likely.”

“Give it time, Y/N. We’ll bring you another bag later.”

As she shuts the window, you shout. “You didn’t even answer all my questions!” But they’re gone. The lamp remains on, but you’re left to your thoughts, alone.

<•>

The same cycle repeats for days. Weeks, even. The longer the mystery girls keep you locked up, the angrier you get. They arrive, open the window, practically force you a bag, spew bullshit about how you’ll get better, then leave. Two, sometimes three times a day. No one else ever visits, although one time, they had a third girl - Valerie - join them. She didn’t talk much, but she sure did seem to study you.

That day, after realizing there were more people in the house than just the two of them, you grow restless. Your mind is understimulated and bored. Your heart is broken and sore. You haven’t seen daylight in god knows how long. The next time Nora and Mary Louise come down, you’re ready to pick a fight.

You drink the bag without complaints, then send it flying back through the barred window along with a string of shouts and cuss words. They’ve given you the bare minimum of information, despite promising an explanation, and saving you from death just to lock you in a cellar seems cruel and unfair. They want you to live, yet treat you like a wild animal. They swear they’re protecting you, but you can’t see them as anything but kidnappers.

Nora remains calm throughout your rants, though Mary Louise looks on the verge of tears. It hurts, a little, to see her so upset, but if she could feel the agony you feel day-after-day, maybe she’d understand your pain.

After every last word on your mind is spat out to the girls, Nora gives you a look that you hate. It reads that she sympathizes; she cares, in her own way, but she keeps you confined for your own good. You hate to admit it, but she’s right. If they had even given you a pillow, you’d find a way to hurt yourself. Even if you kill yourself daily just to be unconscious most of the time. Still, you scream at them. How you didn’t ask to live; how you were ready to die; how you can’t live without him, and he’s gone. You think Nora doesn’t understand, but she does. They both do.

She doesn’t tell you she does until you settle. And when you do, she finally tells you all of it.

<•>

“Your silencing spells are weakening with her anger. She’s literally breaking them down, there’s so much pain in her screams,” Valerie tells the girls. “You better get her under control quickly, or Lily will have something to say about it.”

“She’s just facing the worst part of her transition. All the pain is hitting her at once, coupled with the fact that her lover is dead. Give her a break.”

“You shouldn’t have turned her at all, Nora.”

“Well I couldn’t very well let Kai’s girlfriend kill herself out of heartbreak. We owe it to him to save her.”

“Some people don’t want to be saved.”

“She doesn’t want to die,” Nora counters, “she just doesn’t want to live without him.”

“And now she’ll live forever without him.”

“I’m going to help her find happiness in this life. Even if he’s not here, she needs to know life is worth it to hold on and find something that makes you happy again.”

“A heartbroken vampire in love with a murdered sociopath can be a very dangerous thing.”

“So can a previously dessicated heretic still in love with her ex-lover from the eighteen hundreds,” Nora sasses. “She’ll be okay, she just needs time.”

“I bet Mary Louise won’t like you devoting so much time to a girl that’s not her.”

Mary enters the conversation from the kitchen. She leans against the doorframe, a small smirk on her lips. “Mary quite likes the girl, actually. She’s grateful to Kai for feeding us and busting us out of that god-awful prison world, and she knows how much Y/N meant to him. And, she likes seeing her girlfriend put so much effort into healing someone else’s broken heart.”

Valerie rolls her eyes, defeated. “Whatever. Just put up new silencing spells, because the neighbors will start to complain.”

<•>

That afternoon, the girls visit you and prepare themselves for a new string of cuss words. The modern day tongue seems to have many at the ready, and the pair are always surprised to hear the variations you spew at them. Although, when they open the window this time, they’re shocked to find you sitting criss-cross, in the middle of the floor, sobbing heavily. Your hands cover your face, and you seem to neglect to notice their presence. Nora’s heart breaks. In the moment, you remind her of Alice in Wonderland in her sea of tears. She recalls reading that book over a century ago and relating to lost little Alice. Now, she’s transported back in time as she looks at you.

“Y/N?” She asks cautiously. You look up, glance at her, but then dart your eyes back to the ground. “Are you okay?”

“How is life supposed to get better? How do I live after all this tragedy? Where do I go from here?”

“That’s something we’d like to help you find out, if you’d let us.”

“That’s why we turned you,” Mary adds, “so that you could find it, and have friends along the way. We want to help you.”

You raise your head back up to them. “I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough for it.”

“You are perfectly capable of living a life you can be proud of. You just need a little push to get there.”

“And how am I supposed to get there, living in here? In this cellar?”

“This is only temporary. This is for your safety, until you find it in yourself to want to live. ‘Til the desire to hurt yourself is gone, okay?”

“We have another bag for you,” Mary says, tossing it to you.

You drink it unquestioningly, and they prepare for the shouting. This time, however, it never comes. You only nod to the girls, then lie on your back and continue to cry.

<•>

A month after your transition, you finally settle. Most of the anger and tears have subsided, and the boundary and silencing spells hold without wavering. Nora and Mary Louise want nothing more than to tell you their full story, and they think you’re finally ready to hear it.

For the first time ever, you smile at them. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Nora says calmly. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to die,” you blurt out, but then sigh. “But okay. A bit numb.”

“You haven’t turned off your humanity, have you?” Mary jokes lightly.

“And be even more bored out of my skull? No.”

“Good. Bag?”

You shrug.

“Can we come in?”

Your eyes narrow at Nora’s request. The question is new to you. Usually, they stay beyond the cellar door. The last time they had come in with you, she force fed you her blood. But despite that memory, you don’t feel threatened by the girls anymore. They give you a strange sense of peace, like you could trust them, for reasons you don’t understand. “Sure,” you reply.

They join you on the ground, the three of you all sitting criss-crossed. Mary hands you the bag, which you accept and drink quietly.

“Y/N…” Nora starts, “we know you have a lot of questions. And while we didn’t want to give you any responses before, we think you’re ready to hear some answers now.”

You pause sipping your bag. “Really?”

“Well the hard part of your transition is over,” Mary says, “we’d really like you to trust us, and we’d like to have trust in you, too, so that we can let you out. But in order for that to happen, we have to know you’ll be safe in the world. No pointy objects, no wood.”

You turn to Nora. “Is that one of the questions you’ll answer? The real reason you want me alive?”

“It is.”

You nod. “I’m listening. And I promise, I’m okay right now. I’m not going to hurt you, or myself, unless I have reason. Truth be told, I don’t really have the mental strength for it.”

Nora nods, too, then, “why?”

“What?”

“Why is it that you don’t have the strength? What’s plaguing you? Why did you attempt to take your own life?”

“I…” your eyes already start to water again, “I can’t live without him. I don’t want to live without him.”

“And who is him?”

“I- I can’t say.”

“Can’t say because you fear our judgment, or can’t say his name out loud?”

“Both, I guess.”

“Might I say it, then?”

“I guess. If you know…”

“Y/N… we know it’s Kai. And we know because his… passing affects us, too.” Hearing his name out loud shatters your heart, but Nora saying she knew him catches your attention. You tilt your head at her. “The reason we were able to siphon you earlier is because we’re like him. We’re heretics.” You straighten. “We were trapped in the 1903 prison world. Kai fed us and let us out. We owe our survival to him.”

“He became a brother to us,” Mary adds, “was a brother to us. We’re all of the same family, with the same rejected gene, although a century apart. Besides each other, we’ve never had anyone understand us, and aside from Lily, no one’s ever cared to listen.”

“But how do you know me? You know,” your voice wavers, his name coming off your tongue weakly, “Kai. How do you know me?”

“Because, silly, he loved you,” Nora rolls her eyes gently, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Mary nods. “Once he knew we were trustworthy, he talked to us nonstop. Some of it was about the modern world or his own past, but he mostly talked about you. He had the strangest device, a phone, he called it, and would look at pictures of you until it died, and after that, he had one in his wallet.”

“And he’d tell stories. How kind you always were, how he came to trust you, and how you had started a relationship together.”

“The longer he spent there, the more worked up he was getting. He told us about 1994 and what had happened, and that he’d spent eighteen years in another prison world, just to end up in a colder, darker one. I think that’s where the wedding went wrong.”

You agree. “He told me his biggest fear was getting sent to one of those again. Being alone.”

“Not only being alone, but being without you,” Nora says. “We were there, but he still needed you.”

“And although we kept him company, it wasn’t the same.”

“Valerie didn’t help much,” Nora mutters.

“Valerie… the other one? Upstairs?”

“She didn’t approve of his crime to get locked in 1994. She seemed to have forgotten her own childhood, judging his like that. We all grew up similarly. Told we were abominations and cast away.”

You’re about to make a comment on that, but Mary beats you to speaking first,

“You didn’t flinch when I siphoned you.”

“Yeah, um,” you smile, a memory surfacing, “I used to let Kai siphon whenever he wanted.”

“It didn’t hurt?”

“I liked it.” You shrug. “Hurt a little, sometimes. Like a burn, but… I liked the feeling.”

“You say ‘whenever he wanted,’ so like, not only for spells?”

“Sometimes he just wanted to feel magic in his blood. I didn’t use my magic a lot, and knew he had been deprived of it, so regardless if he was performing a spell or not, yes, I’d let him siphon.”

“So…” Nora starts, “you said you didn’t use your magic a lot?”

“Not really.”

“So you won’t be too upset at losing it now that you’re a vampire?”

You give her a playful glare. “I’ll miss it, but I can live without it.” Her face lights up at your choice of words. “What?”

“‘You can live without it’. That’s exactly what I want to hear from you; that you know you can live, despite the tragedy, just like you said you fear.”

“Nora-”

“Sh, sh, sh, let me relish this moment.” Mary giggles at her girlfriend. “You want to fight the war inside your mind. You want to live.”

“I wanted to live with Kai,” you remind. “Alone…”

“You won’t be alone. We know what it’s like to be lonely. We won’t let you feel that way.”

“I just… it’s going to take some time for me to heal. I can’t promise it’ll be easy.”

“We’ve got your back, Y/N. Kai would have wanted you to live. We want that for you, too.”

You nod, still a bit unsure, but now aware that these girls aren’t going to let you out of their sight, so you might as well comply. “Can I stay here, then?”

“In the cellar or upstairs?”

“I don’t know.”

Mary rolls her eyes playfully. “C’mon, we have a room ready for you.”

<•>

Adjusting to your new life is hard. Living without Kai is hard. Living with the heretics, though, is surprisingly easy. They’ve taken you in as one of their own, filling in the void that Kai left, and treating you like family. Valerie is a little weary around you, perhaps wondering how you could love the man that killed his entire family, but Nora and Mary Louise don’t ever let her get far. She, too, deep down, is grateful for the escape that your lover brought them; she doesn’t let her disapproval of his crimes cloud that too much.

Beau is more similar to Valerie than the girls. He’s older than them and Kai, and has never been one to seek revenge, as told to you by Valerie. While Kai had a penchant for violence, and Nora had a heart craving retribution, the other heretics were much more level-headed. They wanted to distance themselves from their family more so than to make them pay. And although Mary Louise was one of these, she strongly supported her girlfriend’s needs, understanding how their coven’s treatment could make them turn cold.

Once awoken in 1903, Nora quickly admires Kai for his actions. Granted, he may have not gone about his revenge in the best way, but he refused to let his father win, and won himself. Nora wasn’t a twin, just a sibling in her particular line, but she had suffered as much isolation as Kai did. For him to break free from his father’s prison world, then complete the merge he was denied and become their leader, it didn’t take much convincing to get her involved in the break-free from 1903 plan. Mary, again, went along with her girlfriend. She was passive but had a similar childhood, and couldn’t help but see Kai as the brother she always wanted. She had one, but wasn’t allowed to speak to him, and so when Kai spoke nonstop to her, she felt adored by him. And it’s true, Kai loved them all like family, because they were.

Despite knowing most of the heretics, you never meet Malcomb, who was killed by Damon while you were still transitioning. Nor have you met Oscar, who is out running vague errands for Lily. Though you remain in the boarding house with the four until tensions start to rise between Lily and her sons.

Lily, rarely at the house, is nonetheless welcoming to you. She offers you a simple condolence when you thank her for giving Kai her blood. She says she wishes things turned out better, and regrets not being able to save his life. In a way, you tell her, she did, but that Damon took him away from both of you. All of you, rather, as Nora strokes your hair as you speak.

The warming party between Mystic Falls’ residents and the heretics is the day your new status as a vampire is revealed. The wistful shock in Damon’s eyes and the concerned delight in Bonnie’s is something you’ll never forget, although by this time, you’re too disheartened by either of them to address it. When Mary Louise whisks you away with a bottle of bourbon, you don’t fight. Enzo sends Bonnie a confused glance that you miss, but neither comment.

<•>

A lot happens in a short time following that night. Jo’s twins are confirmed to be alive with Caroline carrying them, something about which you’re still unsure. Valerie had a rendezvous with Stefan a century ago, and Julian’s confirmed a monster when his atrocious response slips from between her lips. For a moment, Mary Louise is hesitant to trust her, and Nora finds solace with Bonnie, but you, now permanently bonded to the two youngest heretics, pull them back together. Oscar is lost along the way, caught by the Salvatores who had just put down their own mother. Four funerals are held in a mere couple of months: Kai, Malcomb, Oscar, and Lily. One month after that, a fifth is held for Beau.

Caroline’s twins - well, Jo’s, ish - are born, with the help of the heretics. You watch from a distance, concerned way more for Caroline birthing two refusing siphons from her vampire womb, than for the twins themselves. In the end, only Beau is the one to not make it out. A previously estranged vampire hunter released from Alaric’s armory interrupts the introduction of life with a promise of death. Bonnie was the one to let her out, it’s revealed, so it’s only fair that she’s the one to get tangled in the mess and take her down. After that, Enzo and Damon are captured by sirens and made to perform the dirty work of the two ancient beings. Bonnie’s trapped in the middle of it, as is Caroline, and incidentally, as is everyone else in the town. Eventually, what’s left of the old Mystic Falls’ gang manages to rid themselves of the sirens, only to be faced with Cade, the Devil himself.

Though most of these details are blurry to you. Parts of the story are missing, like holes in a blanket. You’ve kept up with the general plot, but lost a lot of the story’s structure along the way.

That’s because seven years ago, right after the twins’ birth and Beau’s funeral, the heretics ran. Valerie escaped to Europe, and you, Nora, and Mary Louise headed south. You didn’t want to get mixed up in the turmoil, especially not with Rayna Cruz, then a vengeful Bonnie, on the loose, so the three of you disappeared with barely a trace. You’re still in contact with Caroline, and Valerie remembers to charge and connect her phone, she still talks to Nora and Mary Louise, but for the most part, you’re set far apart from your old life.

And surprisingly, you’re happy.

Life in the boarding house with the heretics was easy. Living with Nora and Mary Louise is even easier. You’ve taught them to adapt to the modern age, despite their unfamiliarity, but as it turns out, they blend in quite well. You have a thing for take-out; the girls love catching up on all the movies they’ve missed, so many nights are spent as movie nights, eating large amounts of take-out and binging movies all night. Of course, you also rotate cooking. Mary’s the worst. Nora’s the best. You’re in the middle, no talent of your own, for it’s Kai that taught you all you know about it.

Speaking of Kai… over time, you’ve been able to talk more about him. You open up your relationship to the heretics, sharing stories you’ve never told anyone, telling them things that most might consider TMI, but by this point in your friendship, there’s no such thing as secrets. They love it. They love laughing at the funny parts, and crying over sadder ones. They share memories and tragedies from their own pasts, sometimes relating to Kai, but sometimes, also, relating to you.

You share blankets on the couch and straws with drinks. You braid each other’s hair and rotate chores. You dance together in the kitchen, singing along to music both old and modern, with no neighbors to hear how undeniably loud you are. You’re happy.

<•>

It’s been a while since you’ve heard from Caroline, but when you finally do, she sends you a cryptic message that immediately pulls you to your feet.

Caroline: I need a favor. Call me when you get a chance.

Your eyes narrow at the text. Rarely does Caroline text with such seriousness, especially with such a long period of not speaking.

“What is it?” Nora asks, seeing tension on your face.

“Caroline… asking for a favor.”

“You don’t have to go back to Mystic Falls, do you? It’s dangerous there,” Mary worries. Talk of the Devil filled the last phone call you’ve had with the other blonde. Specifically, Kelly Donovan returned for one more dramatic entrance, a bell was rung, and the Devil got out. A second protection spell was put around the house, just in case, after that news.

“I’m not sure. One moment.” You dial her number, and only wait a second before she picks up. “Caroline?”

“Y/N? Hi.”

“Hi. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Kind of. I need you to come back to Mystic Falls as soon as possible.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“It’s… it’s about the twins.”

You shoot the girls an anxious glance as they overhear the call.

“Is everything okay with them?”

Caroline hesitates. “How soon can you get here?”

“Caroline? Are they okay?”

“Y/N-”

“Overnight. I’ll be there by morning.”

“Okay. Come to the armory.”

You pack a quick bag and hug your friends, then leave immediately.

“Be careful,” they wish you. “Let us know if you need help.”

“I will. I’ll be back shortly.”

<•>

You burst into the armory quite loudly, calling for Caroline. She races to your side a moment later, a finger over her lips.

“What’s wrong? Where’s the twins?”

“The twins are fine. They’re-”

“What?! Caroline, what the fuck?! I drove all night. I-”

“Come with me. Please. And be quiet.”

Still worried, but now a little pissed, you follow her down the narrow, dark hallway to the cells. You’re about to ask more questions, but then you notice a person occupying one of the rooms. “Who-?”

She spins you around by the shoulders, forcing you to look at her. “Take him and go. Wherever you are with the heretics, bring him with you. I can’t let him hurt my girls, but if he’s with you, he’ll stay away from them.”

“Caroline, what-”

“Cade is looking for him, and Stefan and Damon want to send him back in exchange for Elena’s coffin, but I know how much he means to you and if I were in your shoes, I’d intervene, too. Hell, I’ve spent the last three days compelling Stefan’s victims that they’ve been seeing things. We’ve all done questionable things for the people we love, and so I’m telling you to do the same. Get him out of Mystic Falls, now.”

When you turn the corner, Kai Parker is on the other side of the glass. His hand is raised as he siphons the magic from the walls.

“Caroline, will-” he pauses, noticing you. “Y/N?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Kai?” You turn to Caroline, searching for answers.

“He escaped when the Maxwell bell rang.”

“That bell rang days ago, you said. He’s been here ever since?”

“Damon told me you were dead,” Kai says. The glass begins to crack under his hand.

“We don’t have time for this,” Caroline interrupts hurriedly, “Y/N, you need to go.” She waves in Kai’s direction. “Break the glass, make it look like you’ve escaped, and get out of here. Just don’t think about coming after my kids, or I’ll make you regret it.”

Kai sets his jaw, then shatters the glass. Caroline blocks the both of you from the shards, and in the next moment, you’re standing face to face with the man you’ve missed for years.

“Hi, princess,” he greets.

You waste no time jumping into his arms, legs around his waist, burying your face in his neck. You cling to him tightly, wrapped in an embrace, until he sets you down gently.

“Caroline,” you start, “thank you.”

She smiles sweetly. “I love you. Now, go!”

“I love you, too. I’ll call you when everything settles.”

“You better.”

You take Kai’s hand and drag him out of the armory. A series of turns leads you to a side exit; an emergency door, but with the sirens already blaring overhead, you’re not worried about it.

“Y/N,” he pauses the moment you get outside.

“My car’s over here, c’mon.”

He doesn’t budge. “But-”

“Kai!”

“You’re a vampire,” he says, clearly confused. “What happened? When’d you turn?”

“What? You don’t think I could look this young seven years later?” You joke, tugging more.

“No! I didn’t mean that-”

“I…” your grip weakens with the look he gives you. “Can we please get in the car? Alaric’s going to notice you’re gone, and-”

“When? When did you turn?”

“After you died,” you confess, face falling to the ground. You can’t look at him; can’t stand to see the sadness on your face.

“How? Did Damon-?”

“No, Damon didn’t do it. I… I couldn’t live without you. It was too hard. I didn’t want to. I tried… someone had other plans.”

“Princess…” his voice trails off as he realizes what you mean. Strong arms reach for yours to pull you into his chest. “You didn’t… oh. Oh my god.” He tilts your head up to face him, but you avoid his eyes. “Who turned you? Dam-”

“Again, not Damon. I, um, can we go? Ric’s gonna come any second, and-”

“Who turned you, Y/N?”

“Nora.”

“Nora? From-”

“1903? Yeah. “

“Is she-? Are the heretics-?” Kai’s interrupted by shouting coming from the armory. You grab his hand once more and drag him to your car. He climbs in the passenger seat without question, and you speed out of Mystic Falls as fast as you can.

Not until you’re fifteen minutes from the armory, do you finally answer the questions swarming his head. You lower your speed to follow the limit, then take a deep breath.

“Nora,” he beats you to it.

“I killed myself,” you confess, “attempted, I guess. She found me, fed me her blood right before I died. She and Mary Louise took me to the boarding house, where they had been staying.”

“Both of them?”

You nod. “I wasn’t an easy project. First I refused to transition, then I refused bags. She had to pin me to the wall to get me to drink; I still fought, and Mary had to siphon me to weaken me enough that Nora could complete the transition. After that, I’d scream and cuss at them for keeping me alive. Nora would give me this cold stare, and Mary would cry, but neither gave up on me. Then, I flipped a complete one-eighty and cried for weeks. Nora said I resembled Alice in Wonderland in her sea of tears.” You chuckle now, but Kai has a feeling you weren’t laughing then. He sure isn’t laughing at all as you retell the story. “But finally, after about a month, I settled. I realized I couldn’t die, and they wouldn’t let me die, and I had to figure out how to live, now, as a vampire. I let them give me bags without a fight, and with time, talked to them.”

“Why did they save you, do you know?”

“That’s something I begged them to tell me for weeks, but they refused to say until I was ready to hear it. They loved you,” you say, stealing a glimpse at him, “like a hero, like a brother. They loved you, and heard so many stories in the prison world about how you loved me, and when Nora found me in the alley, she knew she had to save me because you would’ve wanted me to live. She did it for you. She didn’t want me - your girl - to die ‘young and heartbroken’.” You sniffle, tears forming. “She wanted me to learn to live a life I could be proud of, and she wanted to honor her admiration for you by keeping me here.”

It’s a lot for Kai to take in; he’s quiet for a few minutes. As he thinks, though, his hand creeps towards yours and takes a hold of it. He squeezes gently, then kisses your knuckles.

“The heretics,” he says, “where are they now?”

“Val’s in Europe, traveling. She didn’t want to be near Mystic Falls; turns out she has history with Stefan. Damon and Bonnie killed Malcomb before I could meet him, and Damon and Stefan killed Oscar, also before I met him. Beau was killed by an ancient hunter, whilst protecting the twins after Caroline gave birth to them, and-”

“Mary Louise and Nora?”

“I live with them.”

“What?”

“We have a little house on the border. Just out of Virginia, but barely considered North Carolina. They’re still together; had some bumps in their relationship, but they’re happy now.”

“And you, are you happy?”

“It took me a long time, but I found happiness within myself and from them. So I would consider myself happy, I guess. As weird as it is to say.”

“And me… if I were to join you, would you still be happy, after all these years?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve learned to live without me. You’ve found your place in this world, and friends. You’ve built a life for yourself.”

Slowly, you pull over to give him your full attention. Kai watches carefully, curious at what you’ll say. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t missed you. I think about you every day. I miss the feeling of holding your hand, and hugging you. Kissing you. Hell, I miss the feeling of you siphoning me. No matter how happy I’ve become, there’s always been a piece of me missing. I figured it would always be missing, but as I sit here and look at you, I realize it’s not anymore. I love you, Kai, and I want you in my life, with me. I always have. I’ve learned to live without you, yes, and I’ve found people and things within myself that contribute to my happiness, but I will never be as good as when I’m with you.”

“Y/N…”

“And if your next question is about Nora and Mary, just know that they adore you way more than you might ever know. Nora admires you, and to Mary, you’re the brother she never got to know. They saved my life because they were mourning you, and knew I was, too. We all saved each other, in a way, and we’re all brought together because of you.”

It takes another minute of focused staring to process your words. You follow his line of sight to the steering wheel, but the moment you catch his eye, he stutters a response. “I-I love you. I’ve missed you, too, every day, and the thought of you is what kept me strong when I was in Hell. I need you.”

“You have me.”

“I won’t be easy, either. I can’t promise I won’t have nightmares from all the shit that happened there, but I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”

“I’ll help you through them. It’ll be okay.”

“You sure you want me in your life?”

“I need you just as much as you say you need me. Don’t ever doubt that.”

He nods. “Take me home, then.” He smiles. “Wait, after a kiss first.” Kai moves towards you as you turn twice, once to the wheel, then back to him, and takes your face in his hands. He kisses you with a passion equally sweet and rough, fingers grazing your skin and tangling in your hair. Your own hands find his shoulders, pulling him closer. After a moment, he pulls back, needing to catch his breath after such a long time of not kissing you. “Good? You need any more convincing to keep me around?”

“Shut up,” you joke, lighting hitting his chest. “Convincing? No. But I am gonna need you to make up later for seven years apart.”

“Well that I can certainly do.”

<•>

Four hours later, you pull into the long driveway that is your home. It’s nestled peacefully in the woods, away from most people, yet not so much that anyone will assume it’s abandoned. It’s cute and dainty, with colored tulips in beds in the front, and a red wreath hanging on the door, all compliments of Mary Louise. A bowl of food and water rests on the porch, to which Kai makes a face, and you explain that Nora’s been feeding the stray cats. You, on the other hand, are responsible for the hammock on the wrap-around porch. It provides a perfect spot for reading, or, more often, a place to daydream what life would be like if Kai never left.

Just like this, you’d think, but he’d be beside you, softly kissing your neck.

You don’t knock before entering. However, Kai bumps into the doorway, and you let out a quiet giggle at his confused expression.

“Nora?” You call into the home. “I need you to let somebody in.”

The door is open wide enough that Kai can see into the house, but he can’t see the stairs. Nora trots down the stairs a moment later, asking to whom you could be referring before she sees him for herself.

“Just a friend Caroline wanted me to pick up. Kinda like a stray puppy, actually.”

Mary giggles, half-expecting an actual puppy. But then when Nora comes to the door and her heart begins to race, her girlfriend gets worried. “Nora?” She hurries to stand beside her. “Oh!”

“Kai?” Nora asks gently. It looks like him, but she can never be too sure. She looks to you for confirmation.

You nod. “It’s him.”

“Hi,” he greets, signature smile confirming his own identity.

“Kai,” she says, tone full of relief. She rushes into his arms for a hug he didn’t expect. Nevertheless, he hugs her back just as tightly as she holds him. “Come in,” she invites as soon as letting him go.

Mary gawks as he crosses the threshold. “Can I-?”

He opens his arms again for her to hug him, and the two share their own embrace.

“What happened?” Nora starts, “how’d you-? Where-?”

“As I told Damon, then Caroline told Y/N, I jumped out when the Maxwell bell was rung. Damon tried to keep me hidden from Y/N, but Caroline had other plans. She let Y/N take me as long as I didn’t hurt the twins, to which I’m happy to let those little Gemini gremlins go if it means being with her.”

“And Cade?”

“Caroline called on the way; Cade’s dead. And Kai ate on the way, so he’s feeling better.”

“Earlier I felt like I could still be slipping back into Hell, but Cade’s grip on me weakened, and her blood gave me strength, so I won and got my footing back on Earth. I am officially a live-dead man once again.”

Mary chuckles, but Nora’s attention catches on a word. “Her?” You glance at the ground, a blush rising to your cheeks. Nora smiles. “Not twelve hours, and the lovebirds are sharing blood.”

“Match made in Heaven,” Mary laughs more.

“Completely inseparable,” Nora agrees. “Well, Kai, I hope you’ve made plans to stay, because now that you’re back, we’re never letting you out of our sight again.”

“You want me to stay?”

Nora had turned, but now she whips back around to face him. “What? Of course. Did you and Y/N-”

“We talked in the car! I thought you were okay with staying.”

“But Nora’s the owner of the house, I have to ask her, too!”

“Of course you’re staying, dork!” She’d learned that word the last couple years and always said it fits Kai; now she gets to use it on him. “Now pull up a chair. I know you’re the cook around here, but I made dinner, and it’s pretty good!”

The four of you take to the table where Nora pours bowls of soup. You settle around the chairs like a family separated for too long, but finally joined back together, never to be apart again, and it’s good. Your hands connected with Kai’s underneath the table, and he squeezes. Across from you, the girls’ own hands are held in each other’s. The joy and laughter around the table is something you want to be a part of forever.

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #tw: sui attempt #light bit of angst #angst with a happy ending #heretic kai parker

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