#Malachai Parker Angst
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Consequences ~ Kai Parker One Shot
*not my gif
Pairing: heretic!Kai x vampire!reader
Word Count: 2,688
Requested?: No
Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), BDSM themes, Daddy kink, Dom!Kai, sensory deprivation, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, spanking, blood sharing, unprotected sex (be safe!), oral sex (fem. receiving), and aftercare
This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N and Wilson for L/N.
Description: Someone tried to play with Kai's girl, and he didn't like that very much. Now, she had to surrender to his every whim until he was satisfied... until he convinced her she belonged to only him.
Ice clinked around in the glass as Kai swirled his gin and soda. He was leaning against the bar, steadily downing his drink. Rosalie was just a few feet away, hidden in the dancing crowd but still in his line of sight. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her prance around with Caroline and Elena, carefree with her closest friends. Rose glanced over to him every now and then, waving enticingly with a little wiggle of her fingers.
Malachai was dressed well, attracting attention with his classic rings and a smooth black jacket. Rosalie, too, looked so very sexy in her skintight black miniskirt and golden top. Unfortunately, Kai wasn’t the only one who thought so. With his attention occupied by the lovely little minx, Kai failed to notice someone approaching his girl.
Rosalie was perfectly capable of fending off unwanted attention, but Malachai made his way over to her anyhow. Impolitely shoving through the masses of people, Kai made it to her side, wrapping his arm around Rose’s waist and pulling her into his side possessively.
“Yes, so, as you can see, I have a boyfriend.” Rosalie tried to speak kindly, but really, she had no patience for creepy assholes who forced themselves onto women. Kai only had to glare at him wordlessly to send him packing.
“We’re leaving.” With his tone on edge, Rosalie knew it was best not to argue with him. Saying goodbye to her friends, she left the club with Kai, saying nothing and hoping he wasn’t too upset.
Malachai was possessive; he knew it, too. When he’d had much of what he wanted or needed in his life taken from him, he’d begun latching on to things he couldn’t bear to lose. Rosalie was the only one who he cared about. She was his family and his lover… his everything.
Sensing his distress, Rosalie’s hand reached for his, their fingers twining together as they walked to the apartment they shared. He squeezed her hand with much more force than normal, and if she were human, some of her bones may have cracked under the pressure.
It was late into the night, and no one was around. Unable to be patient any longer, Malachai hoisted her up over his shoulder – proud of the little gasp he elicited from her – and ran all the way to their home. He unlocked the door with magic and didn’t waste even one second before throwing her down on their bed.
With a snap of his fingers, all her clothes were gone. He towered above her, one of his hands enclosing around her neck and holding her down: at his mercy. It didn’t cause her any pain; it just showed her who she belonged to.
Rosalie was a strong, independent woman. Malachai knew that, too, and he respected her for it. This, however, was a side of her that only Kai was able to see. Here, she was his little plaything, and she loved every single thing he subjected her to… even the consequences of his depraved, dirty thoughts.
“You see this right here, princess? This is the difference between me and you. You’re a tiny little kitten, naked and trembling below me.” His free hand began trailing down her bare torso, two fingers pinching her left nipple cruelly. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll just take it. Why is that?”
It was a rhetorical question, one that they both knew the answer to. Nevertheless, she answered him anyhow. “Because I’m your good little girl, Daddy.” Kai hummed in approval, loving how powerful she made him feel. “Is that right? Are you a good little girl for Daddy?” He slapped her right breast harshly, her squeal of surprise exciting him beyond measure.
“Aah! Yes, Daddy…” Pleased with her response, Malachai leaned down and kissed her deeply. It consumed her severely. “Daddy wants to try something a little new tonight, darling. Do you trust me?”
Kai’s hands continued to explore her body. Before she had a chance to answer, the index finger of his right hand began teasing her clit, sending her mind into a frenzy. “Y-yes Daddy… I trust you.”
He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “Tell Daddy what your safe word system is before we start.” His finger picked up the pace, making it difficult for her to speak. “Yellow means ‘I need you to slow down’. Red means ‘I need a break’. Black means ‘Stop everything at once’.”
Kai looked into her eyes, already loving the burning pleasure in them. “Good girl.” Kai’s lips trailed from her collarbone to her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. As his teeth drew the tiniest bit of blood, two of his digits thrust inside her. He positively growled when he felt how ready she was tonight; this would make things a lot more fun for them both.
Licking up the offensive drop of blood, Kai hovered above her. His fingers unzipped the black leather jacket from his body while the two inside her didn’t stop their assault. He wanted to see her get right to the edge of her ecstasy, anticipating that wild drop into rapture; only he had the power to take her there.
He discarded his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Rosalie was mewling and whimpering beneath him, and he smirked. It was so, so easy to get her in the palm of his hand.
“Are you close, baby girl?” Kai knew the answer to that before she spoke, but he enjoyed playing with her. It told her again and again that she was his. She could only nod, overcome by the torturous machinations of his fingers.
Grinning in triumph, Kai took his fingers out of her and slipped them into her mouth, silencing her protests. “You get to cum when Daddy tells you, princess. Not before, and not after.” Slapping her face lightly, his eyes bore into hers. “Nod if you understand.”
Rosalie sucked on his fingers, tasting her own juices, and tried to calm her racing heart. At his command, she nodded. Kai removed his hand from her lips, trailing the wet fingers down and circling them around her right nipple. As he did, he nuzzled into her neck.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Rose’s body was still trembling with aftershocks from her denied orgasm, but she stroked his hair, nonetheless. “I love you just as much.”
Kai held her for a while, hoping for her body to relax almost all the way before continuing. He peppered kisses all over her face occasionally, reveling in the soft giggles. They were just as enchanting as any other sound from her. Once he felt her body sink into the mattress, Malachai used his favorite little cheat in the bedroom: his magic.
Without any toys or ornaments, Kai stole her sight. His touch returned, now multiplied. With her vision gone, Rose failed to decipher which of the six hands roaming her were connected to Kai’s body and which were purely a mirage. They were everywhere: clutching her ass, pinning her down, teasing every little bit that drove her mad with excitement.
With her orgasm just cheated away, Rosalie was right back on the edge. She couldn’t identify Kai’s real hands, but she knew exactly where his mouth was. It snaked down her sternum, painting her with wet, hot kisses. She whined in complaint, and Malachai wanted to taunt his little fucktoy.
“Let me hear how badly you want it, darling. You know much I love making you scream for me.” Despite his order, Kai silenced her. Their mouths meshed together, their lips dancing with the other’s in pure heat. He tugged his jacket off, not bothering to halt his attack on her.
This was taking too long. Another snap and his clothes vanished along with hers. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Stopping his little spell, Kai grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She cried out, and with one arm hooked around her waist, Kai played with her dripping sex, receiving a rush of pride as a result.
Malachai’s fingers tangled into her hair, pushing Rosalie’s face down into the pillow. “I am the only one that can do this to you. You’re my helpless little toy, and you’re going to take each last drop of attention you get from Daddy gratefully.”
Not giving her what she wants just yet, he brought her legs closer together, sliding his hard cock into a little gap between her thighs. Rosalie’s eager juices soaked Malachai’s shaft, getting him ready to fuck her senseless.
“Ohhh, Daddy, please…” Rose was a whimpering little mess, pleading for him to just ravish her. “You want it that badly, huh?” There was nothing more Kai wanted than to make her wish come true, but he wasn’t done yet. Within a second, Rosalie found Kai under her. Her legs straddled his left thigh, her aching sex flush against his hot skin.
“Earn it, baby girl. Ride Daddy’s thigh and get yourself right to the edge again. Do it well, and earn Daddy’s cock.” Fire coursed through her every nerve, making her mind melt into a haze of lust and attraction. His hand grasped her face, the cold metal of his rings contrasting with the heat flowing between them. “Look at me when you grind against me.”
With her eyes locked on his, Rose started rocking her hips against the apex of Malachai’s thigh. He smirked up at her, feeling her wet his skin with her excitement. She could feel her clit rub against the hard muscles of his leg.
Taking her by surprise, Kai smacked his hand against her ass. He was rewarded with her little gasp, gripped her chin, and pulled her lips to his. With harsh, desperate desire, he spanked her again and again, nibbling on her lower lip and not letting her stop. Her skin grew hotter, and her body started trembling.
“Keep going, princess. And don’t you dare cum until I let you. Do you understand me?” Rosalie moaned loudly, nodding and doing her best to obey for as long as she could.
Malachai wouldn’t make it easy for her, of course. Sitting up, he grasped her hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, and he rubbed her sex into his thigh. Her clit thumped against his pelvic bone with each rough grind. “Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, please, pleaseeeeeee! I can’t take it anymore.”
Luckily for her, neither could he.
Lifting her up, Malachai slammed her down on his throbbing cock. His moan mixed with her cute little scream, and his thumb assaulted her overstimulated clit. Rosalie’s eyes were screwed shut, and he did not like that even a little. “Look at your Daddy when he takes you. Open your eyes, and let me watch while I drive you insane.”
Their eyes met once more, and a jolt of ecstasy ran up Rose’s spine. “Daddyyyy, please let me cum!” Kai thrust into Rosalie relentlessly, watching her unravel for him. “Cum.” With one word, she had all the permission she needed. Rosalie exploded with pleasure, her body thrashing atop his. “That’s it… just let go, that’s a good girl.”
She’d gotten her first orgasm, but Daddy was nowhere near done with her. Malachai turned and pinned her to the bed beneath him again, his hips not stopping. “Since you were such a good girl for me today, I have a little prize for you. You can cum as much as you want tonight, over and over and over, until you’re satisfied.” One hand closed around her neck, and his eyes bore into hers.
“No, that’s not right, actually. You’ll keep cumming until I am satisfied.” Applying pressure to the sides of her throat, Kai stole some of her air. He was the only one who could have her like this. “You are mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m Daddy’s good little girl.” Rose’s voice choked out of her, and just as her first climax subsided, another began. She fell over that edge again, writhing uncontrollably.
Kai watched with triumph. “Just one good fucking, and you’re a toy for my amusement. No matter how hard you’d try to fight it, you will always end up Daddy’s well-behaved slut.”
This went on for hours. Kai did everything he wanted with her, drawing mind-numbing orgasms out of her to his heart’s content. When the sunrise was just a few minutes away, Malachai begged her for just one more. “Please, baby. Just one more. You can do it. Just one more time for Daddy.” Rosalie was spent, never having known rapture like this before.
She didn’t know if she had it in her, but as she felt Kai shoot his hot cum inside her, it hit her again. It nearly hurt with how it took over her body. Her teeth sank into Kai’s neck, drinking to fulfill her last desire. Malachai growled into her neck, finding the crook of her collarbone and returning the favor. As their last mutual climax quelled, both of them fed on the other. Elation, lust, and love flowed between them.
Rosalie collapsed with exhaustion, and Malachai pulled out slowly. He looked down at the carnage he caused between her legs, going down to lick her clean. His tongue lapped against her sore sex, drinking down their essence and listening to her tired mewling. “Oh, I wore you out, didn’t I, baby girl? You did such a great job for Daddy.”
Summoning a washcloth, Malachai wiped down her skin, ridding her of the sweat and the little bits of dried blood on her neck. Scooping her up, Kai rested her against his body. Rose’s head rested on his chest, and his comforting hand smoothed her hair.
“Thank you, Daddy… I love you.” He chuckled a little, finding it slightly amusing. “Princess, you’re thanking me? I should be thanking you. I’m so unbelievably lucky to have you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me all of you… for letting me love you as much as I do.”
Kai held her as close as possible, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Are you okay, love? Hurt anywhere?” Given that she was a vampire, the fun sex injuries he got to inflict on her healed themselves. She may not have been physically hurt, but he knew she would be vulnerable and sensitive right now. Rose shook her head, not using her voice at first. “Daddy?”
“Hmm?” His cheek pressed against her head, his arms squeezing his girl close. “Could we take a bath together?” Kai smiled at the simple request. He could give her anything she wanted, and she seemed to want nothing more than him. Their bathtub began filling in the other room, and Malachai didn’t let go of her just yet. “Of course, love.”
Rose raised her head, listening to the running water behind the bathroom door. Looking up to meet his eyes, she rested her chin on his shoulder. “I love your magic.” Rosalie pressed her lips to Kai’s in a sweet, loving kiss. “I love my magic, too.” He really did. Not only because he could use it for his every whim, but also for his ability to use it to protect her. Keeping her safe and happy, making her feel cherished, what better use could there be?
Lifting her up in his arms, Malachai carried her to the bathroom. He set her into the warm water, sneaking in behind her. With her back resting against his front, Kai peppered kisses along her cheek, jaw, and neck. Nipping at her skin playfully, he laughed with her. Nothing was amusing; everything was just perfect. For someone who hadn’t known happiness for the majority of his life, this was everything he could have dreamed of and more.
Their mouths met again, their lips sliding between the other’s beautifully. This embrace was about nothing more than loving each other.
She knew him, and he knew her. He would never let go, and neither would she. They would have each other forever.
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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.
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✧.* { CHRIS WOOD & HE/HIM & CISMALE & 22/42 } Is that KAI PARKER hanging around town ? I wonder if they want to know what the future holds, as for right now, they are a NEW LOCAL TO MCKINLEY ? I’ve heard they can be pretty APATHETIC how typical for a SIPHONER. I guess they must rely on their COMICAL side shining through. Rumor has it they’re trying to GET BACK AT HIS FAMILY FOR TRAPPING HIM IN A PRISON WORLD, but that’s probably just noise…
Name: Malachai Parker
Nickname: Kai
Age: Physically twenty-two, but he has actaully lived 42 years.
Species: Siphoner
Family: Joshua Parker (Father), Josphine Laughlin aka Jo (Twin Sister), Joey Parker (Brother), Olivia Parker aka Liv (Sister), Lucas Parker aka Luke, Elizabeth Saltzman aka Lizzie (Niece), Josphine Saltzman aka Josie (Niece)
Bio
Kai was born in Portland, Oregon in 1972 as the eldest son ofJoshue Parker and twin brother of Jo.
When his nature as a siphoner was revealed in adolescnce, his family began to treat him poorly and referred to him as an "abomination," .
As a siphoner, he was shunned by his family, and he wasn't allowed to touch anyone.
As twins of the Gemini Coven, Kai and Jo were expected to merge. However, Joshua knew that Kai would win the merge given his powers, and he didn't want Kai to lead the coven. Due to this, Joshua and his wife kept having children util another pair of twins were born: Liv and Luke
Realizing this, on May 9, 1994, he decided to kill his siblings and merge with Jo. He stabbed Jo with a hunting knife to get her out of the way as he went after their siblings, but Jo managed to cloak the twins to protect them, promising to merge with him so long as Liv and Like could live. However, she had relinquished her magic, and the coven harnessed the power of a solar eclipse to trap him in a purgatory dimension for his crimes, which kept him trapped in a shapshot of the day that he was imprisoned.
In the Prison World, Kai tried to kill himself several times, each unsuccessful. He realized that it was his punishment, a safeguard by the Gemini Coven to make sure that Kai didn't end his eternal imprisonment early.
Personality
Kai was a charmingly unstable newcomer with the unsettling ability to seem normal as the situation demands. He can be both playful and obsessive with a mix of adolescent angst, llikely stemming from the fact that he was referred to as an "abomination" due to his unique magical ability.
He lacks the ability to show remorse, for example: while killing his little sister with her own magic, he commented that the irony is funny, or sad, and that he gets those emotions confused.
Appearance
Kai is a very handsome and charming man with dark brown hair, blue-grey eyes and a slim build.
Powers and Abilities
Kia possess the ability to absorb a witch's power and use it as his own. This can kill said witch if Kai were to drain all of the witch's power for his needs. Aside from this ability Kai has no other magical powers of his own, and can only practice magic by stealing the magical powers of others.
Kai can absorbed power from active spells as well.
Like his coven's ability, Kai also can turn invisible but only when he absorbed another witch's power.
In addition to having the ability to siphon magic, Kai can sense magic in others, but this power was limited to being close enough to touch the person he intends on sensing the power on.
Despite having no magical power of his own, he paid attention durning his conven's teachings, so he is very knowledgable magic and spells .
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by jcbbe
Peace. That's all Bonnie Bennett, in fact that's all any Bennett wanted.
However, with only two Bennett's being alive in this lifetime, it appeared that it was only achievable in death. But Bonnie was not ready to die yet. Well, permanently.
Abby? Bonnie had no idea where she could be, and as a matter of fact, she could care less (at least that's what she told herself).
If Bonnie wanted peace she believed she had to be creative with attaining it. So why not go to the least peaceful place on the map?
Gotham, the city of crime.
But just as always, peace in temporary for a Bennett witch, but this time that peace isn't disrupted with temperamental vampires, heretics, dopplegangers, a hunt for mortality, and questionable love interest. Nope, much worse. This time its parental revelations.
Words: 973, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Multi
Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Bennett Coven - Character, Abby Bennett Wilson, Sheila "Grams" Bennett, Lucy Bennett (Vampire Diaries), Katherine Pierce, Malachai "Kai" Parker, Other TVD characters, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Justice League (DCU), Batfamily Members, Selina Kyle
Relationships: Bonnie Bennett & Batfamily Members, Bonnie Bennett & Malachai "Kai" Parker, Bonnie Bennett & Katherine Pierce, Bonnie Bennett & Abby Bennett Wilson, Bonnie Bennett & Sheila "Grams" Bennett, Bonnie Bennett/Malachai "Kai" Parker, Bonnie Bennett/Katherine Pierce, Bruce Wayne/Abby Bennett Wilson/Selina Kyle, Abby Bennett Wilson & Selina Kyle, Abby Bennett Wilson & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Title is still debated, random idea, Angst, Bonnie Bennett-centric, Hurt Bonnie Bennett, BAMF Bonnie Bennett, Bruce Wayne is Bonnie Bennett's biological father, Rudy knew, Abby was young and pregnant
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46752064
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summary: being sired to kai both complicates and simplifies things. angst and fluff.
pairing: reader (gn) x kai parker
warnings: violence, angst, blood mentions, and drinking.
word count: 3,908 words
tagging: @gpiggy98
Life, you learned, is a strange yet beautiful thing. It wasn’t always easy but you made it past so many obstacles that you never imagined you would. There were so many people that you met and even if those relationships didn’t turn out how you wanted, you learned at least one thing from them.
Thinking back, it amazed you at how fast things changed. The future that you dreamed of had to be changed to fit in with your new way of life but there was no other choice. Even though most of your friends didn’t want this for you, you had a feeling they were still grateful to have you around. It wasn’t the life you wanted but you had to accept the way things turned out because no one stayed human for long in Mystic falls.
Groggily, you turned onto your right side as the wind blew a bit stronger outside. The sound of the rain hitting against your window was soothing at one point but soon became annoying. It had only been a few minutes before you turned over yet again. A slight hiss left your lips as you adjusted the position of your body.
Adjusting to a new way of life was beyond stressful. The changes and things to look out for made tension reside in your shoulders most of the time. Every day was different and even though you tried to keep a positive outlook, it was hard to not succumb to the negative scenarios that raced through your head.
After only a few hours of actual sleep, you realized that was all you were going to get. You carefully stretched, body aching from training and the hunger that rippled across your body. Somehow, you managed to get through your morning routine. When you reached the kitchen an exhale of relief was let out at the sight of the bags in the fridge.
You didn’t have time to marvel at the sight much longer as you roughly snatched one from the shelf and eagerly tore it open. It was amazing how your shirt remained clean after you ripped through at least two blood bags but you considered it another skill that wouldn’t make it to your resume.
Once you were done with breakfast, you checked the time to see that it was fairly early, just seven in the morning. There was at least an hour to spare before you had a training session with Stefan. So, you tried to find something to do until then.
As expected, time went by slowly but seemed to speed once you met up with the younger Salvatore brother. Sweat pooled on your forehead as you gulped water from your bottle. You were leaned against the trunk of an oak tree as you caught your breath.
The session went by smoothly and it was obvious that you were getting stronger but there was a moment when Stefan caught you off guard. That moment played over and over in your head as you thought of ways to do better next time.
“Hey, Y/N?”
You looked up to meet his gaze, “Yeah?”
He could tell that you were overthinking and a small smile formed on his face. After everything that happened, you always remained strong and he admired you for that but he knew that you were still adjusting. Stefan saw himself in you and he wanted to make sure that the transition was as smooth as possible for you but he knew things didn’t work like that. He knew that there was always calm before the storm.
“You got this,” he leaned against the tree across from you, “I know it’s hard but try to not overthink, okay? You’re doing better than most of the vampires I know when they were just turned.”
You smirked, “Better than Damon?”
Stefan nodded, a matching smirk on his face, “Especially Damon.”
A laugh left your lips as you stood up. With a roll of your shoulders, you took another sip of water before Stefan gave you an overview of what the next session would be like. Though he was hesitant, Stefan agreed to let Damon train you for a few sessions.
“I know my brother has his way of going about things,” he paused to wipe a hand across his face, “but I’m hoping this will be beneficial for you.”
With pursed lips, you gave Stefan a look.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be here for each session to make sure he actually teaches you something.”
Feeling satisfied with Stefan’s response, you told him goodbye and sped home. When you made it, you had to stop and hold on to the railing of your porch as your vision swam in and out. The speed was something you would have to get used to.
Just as you were about to go inside, a gust of wind made you freeze. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was, the pine scent made it obvious. A lazy smile slid onto your face as you turned to face him.
“How was training with Steven?”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “It’s not Steven – you know what, never mind.” You laughed to yourself, “It was good. I can feel myself getting stronger the more I learn to how really control myself.”
Kai nodded as he leaned against a column and you had the sudden urge to reach out and touch him. Again. You shook the thought from your head and focused on the general area of his eyes. You could never really meet his gaze before you were turned but it became even harder after.
“That’s good but I bet I could show you more than him,” he fidgeted with the silver rings on his fingers, “maybe you could put in a good word for me, yeah?”
A no was on the tip of your tongue but it was like you were possessed and could only offer him a close-lipped smile as a “yes”. Kai’s eyebrows furrowed at you but before he could say anything, Damon and Bonnie showed up. Your eyes flitted between them and Kai. A feeling of dread settled deep into your already aching shoulders at the thought of yet another argument between them.
It was hard for them to think that Kai saved you out of the kindness of his heart and not for ulterior motives. You didn’t even understand why he saved you but he gave you another chance at life. Even though it wasn’t the same life as before, you still appreciated what he did for you. It didn’t matter if you tried to explain that to your friends until you were blue in the face. They made up their minds about Kai way before he turned you.
“Sorry, psycho. That won’t be happening.”
Kai looked from Damon to you and rolled his eyes. He offered Bonnie a wave which she made it her mission to ignore, a stoic expression locked in on her face. You felt bad for Kai but he shrugged it off before he told you he would see you later, and then he was gone in a blink.
Once he was gone, you felt weird. It was like Kai always took a part of you with him every time he left. You knew why. The feelings you had for him before he turned you didn’t just disappear. In fact, and just like every other emotion, they were stronger. So strong to the point where it almost hurt if you weren’t around him.
Being near him became harder after everything since your friends were always flocked around you, making sure you adjusted well. Even though it was annoying at times, you still thought it was nice of them but you wished you could spend more time with Kai. With an exhale, you looked over at Bonnie and Damon.
Damon looked in the general direction Kai left before he turned to you, hands raised in question. A lopsided smile was sent Damon’s way as you unlocked your front door and gestured for him and Bonnie to come in. They were just about to cross the threshold when Kai appeared again.
You felt his breath right next to your left ear and felt heat rise to your face, “I think you should break Damon’s neck.”
In an instant, your vision seemed to cloud over as you robotically walked towards Damon. It would have been difficult to do if he wasn’t caught off guard but you were able to wrap your hands around his neck. It wasn’t until a snap was heard that you realized what happened.
The dark veins disappeared from under your eyes as you quickly stepped back. You nearly fell in the process but that was the last thing on your mind. It was like you had lost control of your body and gave it to Kai. With wide eyes, you moved your gaze to Kai who stood only a few feet away from you with an equally shocked expression. Panic rose to your throat but the shock wore off once you realized that Damon would be fine.
What the hell, you thought as you stared at your hands.
“Leave,” Bonnie spoke through gritted teeth.
You didn’t even have to look to know who she was talking to. Just like he had done moments before, Kai disappeared and left all of you to question what had happened.
****
It had been days since that…incident? Your thoughts kept drifting back to what you did to Damon and how you were able to do it. All Kai did was suggest it and somehow you carried it out without as much as a thought and that was what scared you. Nearly two months had passed since he turned you but nothing like that had ever happened before.
Thinking about it for too long made your head ache. So, to take your mind off of it, you threw yourself into the training sessions and searched for other things to distract yourself with.
The day of training with Damon finally came and you were somewhat eager to get it over with. That was a complete change of how you felt a few days before but you knew why things felt weird. You assumed Damon would be pissed but either he wasn’t or he hid it well.
Damon threw punch after punch and you dodged nearly all of them until your mind clouded over and his fist met your jaw. A hiss escaped your lips as you landed on the ground and tried to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you heard Damon and Stefan rush towards you.
“Hey, are you good?” The older Salvatore questioned as he leaned over you, eyes squinted to partially block out the sunlight. A tiny smirk was on his face and that was a clear indicator of how he felt. He had got his payback.
You narrowed your eyes then nodded, a little out of breath. Stefan settled onto the ground next to you and assessed the side of your face. It was just a small cut that would heal in no time.
“Where’d you go just now?” Stefan turned to face Damon for a minute before he turned to help you up, brows furrowed. “You were so focused and then you just stopped moving for a second?”
You matched Stefan’s expression as you thought about what happened. One minute you were doing well and could’ve knocked Damon on his ass but the next you were frozen on the spot. It was like there was a little voice in your head that kept saying the same thing over and over.
Kai.
“What?” The brothers questioned in unison and you realized that you mentioned the name out loud.
“Nothing.” You shook your head and gripped onto Stefan’s shoulder for support before you let go a moment later. “I don’t know what happened.”
Again, the brothers looked at each other but Damon just shook his head. A frown took of your features as you waited for an explanation for their shifty gazes but the answer never came. Choosing to ignore them, you walked over to where your water bottle was and took a huge sip, and the cool liquid managed to cool you off a bit. Then, the session continued but something felt off to you.
They were hiding something.
It wasn’t until you were about to head home that Stefan approached you with an unreadable expression. If it was still possible, your heartbeat would have drowned out every other sound in anticipation of what Stefan had to say.
“You did a good job today.” He gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Your eyes closed for a second as your body visibly relaxed but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else he wanted to say. Just when you were about to ask, Damon walked behind the two of you, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.
“C’mon, brother. They deserve to know about our theory.” Damon’s blue eyes were on Stefan before his steely gaze turned to you.
“What theory?” You turned slightly and crossed your arms, a frown on your face.
Neither of the brothers answered right away and you figured Stefan was trying to find the right words. In the time that you waited for a response, thoughts of Kai filled your head. At first, you didn’t even realize it but it was similar to the day of the incident. It was like someone else took over your mind and rendered you speechless and immovable.
A few moments passed before you were able to shake yourself out of it and when you did, the brothers had unreadable looks on their faces.
“That’s definitely new,” Damon remarked as he looked you over.
A glare was thrown his way as you waited for Stefan to say something. If anyone was going to give you an explanation, at least a complete one, it was him. When you met Stefan’s gaze, you realized that it almost looked pained. Like, whatever he had to say was difficult for him.
“We,” Stefan paused and cleared his throat, “we think you’re sired to Kai.”
That wasn’t a complete stretch to you. It made sense but somehow didn’t manage to put your mind at ease because that meant that they knew how you felt about Kai. It wasn’t that you hid your feelings from them. You just figured that who you loved or had feelings for wasn’t any of their business, especially when it came to Kai.
The three of you continued to talk about the possibility of you being Kai’s sire at your place. Stefan mentioned that the telltale sign was when you broke Damon’s neck with no hesitation after Kai told you to do so. What didn’t add up was the zoning out whenever you thought of Kai but the brothers figured it was because you were sired to a heretic. That and the fact that their knowledge of heretic sire bonds was nonexistent.
All of the talking about sire bonds made your head spin. You stood from your couch and walked into your kitchen but Damon beat you. He stood in front of your fridge and stopped you from reaching for a blood bag.
Not in the mood for his antics, you shouldered past him and yanked open the fridge. Just when you were about to drink from the bag, it was wrenched from your hands. A snide comment was on the tip of your tongue but Damon spoke first.
“I think I know how we can test the sire bond,” he raised his eyebrows as he drunk from your blood bag.
With a roll of your eyes, you reached back into the fridge and grabbed another bag, “And how would we do that?”
“We’ll figure it out.”
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You barely got any sleep after that so, you spent most of the night on the couch as some TV show played in the background. For a few minutes, you were able to focus on the show but then your mind drifted. There was no way to escape your thoughts, especially when all of them led to Kai Parker.
The next day came faster than you hoped. You spent the entire morning ignoring calls and texts so that you could come up with some kind of plan. It was well into the evening when two plans came to mind but when you realized that one involved Damon, you quickly shook your head and went back to square one.
Your plan wasn’t necessarily bad, it just scared you a little. To tell Kai about your feelings seemed like you were setting yourself up for failure because there was the possibility that he didn’t feel the same. The more you thought about what Kai would say, the more you felt the need to leave your house so you did just that.
Only a few seconds passed as you sped to the Mystic Grill. When you stopped, you were stood near the side of the building to not gain any unwanted attention and later walked around the entrance. Inside, the Mystic Grill was fairly quiet aside from a few people talking at their tables.
After a few strides, you were stood in front of the bar and took a seat on one of the bar stools. You just sat there and eyed the wooden counter while you played with the frayed sleeves on your t-shirt.
“Hey, Y/N.”
Raising your head, you shifted your gaze to the person beside you. The realization that the universe was constantly toying with you rushed to the forefront of your mind when you looked into those blue eyes. Before he could say anything else, you flagged down a bartender and ordered something strong.
The corners of Kai’s mouth quirked upward as he looked from you to the bartender. When he realized that you weren’t going to say anything, he nodded towards you and spoke, “I’ll take what they’re having.”
The bartender nodded and moved to the opposite side of the bar to get your drinks. You pulled the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth as you chanced a glance at Kai. A small sigh of relief escaped you as you noticed that his eyes were on his phone. With Kai distracted, you were able to think over what you would say to him but he beat you to it.
“So, they think you’re sired to me?”
His words sounded more like a question than a statement and you titled your head slightly.
“Who told you?” You felt silly for asking because you had an idea as to who told him.
Kai gave you a knowing look before he turned his attention to the glasses that were placed before you. The urge to down the brown liquid in one gulp was tempting but you knew that it wouldn’t calm you down or offer you any courage. Instead, you gripped the glass tightly and brought it to your lips.
“Figures,” you mumbled before you tipped the glass and felt the liquid burned down your throat, “Damon can’t keep his mouth shut for anything.”
Kai nodded and turned on the stool to face you and his knees brushed against yours. He waited for you to finish the drink before he took the glass from you and placed it on the counter. You were about to say something but the sound of the doors opening caught your attention as more people filed in noisily.
A mix of anger and annoyance formed in the pit of your stomach. Bills were yanked out of your back pocket and you slammed them onto the counter. Kai stared at you with a mix of amusement and concern as you stood and gestured for him to follow you. Once the two of you were outside, you walked aimlessly down the sidewalk as silence settled between you.
You were once again at a loss for words but you knew that you had to tell him. The two of you walked a bit further before Kai gently grabbed your elbow to stop you.
“Just tell me, Y/N,” he let go of you and gave you a nod when your eyes met.
There was so much to say but you decided on a condensed version. When the topic of you having feelings for him before he turned you came up, he turned away from you a bit. You thought it was a figment of your imagination but the pain you felt well up in your chest made it all real. He didn’t believe you.
After clenching his jaw, Kai whipped around to face you, “What? Is this some kind of game that you’re all playing?” The brightness of his eyes was dimmed with anger and hurt, “Make me believe that I could be happy, take it away from me, and then what? Send me back?”
He didn’t give you time to answer before he stormed off. You stayed behind for a second as all of the emotions you felt build up until you couldn’t take it. Luckily for you, Kai hadn’t made it far when you rushed behind him and grabbed his hand. The world around you seemed to freeze as you cupped his face to make him look at you.
“The sire bond only affects actions, Kai,” your eyes flitted between his blue ones, “the feelings I had for you before you turned me are still there. That didn’t change. I just never knew how to tell you.”
“Y/N,” Kai started, his voice thick.
“I love you, Kai. You deserve this.” You gestured to the space between you and moved forward until it was almost nonexistent. “And you know that I’m telling the truth.”
A single tear rolled down Kai’s cheek and you lightly wiped it away. Time still seemed to be frozen as Kai wrapped an arm around you, gaze never faltering. When he leaned forward and kissed you, it was like everything fell into place. The worries about the sire bond and the genuineness of your feelings for him melted away.
You pulled Kai closer by wrapping your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his for a moment. The wind whipped around the two of you as you caught your breath. Kai shifted slightly and you quickly grabbed his arm.
“Don’t worry. I believe you.” His hand came up to rest on your cheek, “And you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
His words were true but that didn’t stop you from searching his eyes for assurance. When you found it, a small grin formed on both of your faces. A quick kiss was placed on his lips before a serious expression took over your face.
“Just,” you looked down for a second and took his hand in yours, “let me know if you need space. I know that this is a lot to take in and I wouldn’t blame you.”
Kai’s grip on your hand tightened faintly as he shook his head, “I got you and I’m never letting go, Y/N.”
Of course, it took time for the both of you to adjust but it was worth it. To show Kai that he was capable of being truly happy meant more than he could put into words.
#so since heretic sire bonds were never mentioned on tvd (at least i don't remember if it was) i took some creative liberties and kind of#made it ambiguous so that readers can kind of make up that on their own and bc i couldn't come up with anything so yeah#also bc i imagine that it’d be different from hybrids and vampires#kai parker imagine#kai parker#kai parker fanfiction#kai parker angst#kai parker fluff#kai parker x reader#tvd#tvd imagines#tvd fanfiction#tvd angst#tvd fluff#malachai parker#malachai parker imagine#malachai parker angst#malachai parker x reader#malachai parker fanfiction#the vampire diaries#the vampire diaries imagines#the vampire diaries angst#the vampire diaries fluff#the vampire diaries fanfiction#kai parker fanfic
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Always Be Together
Kai Parker x Reader
word count: 2 123 / reading time: 8 minutes
summary: Kai is having trouble controlling his bloodlust.
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Y/N took a turn down the alley, walking briskly towards the end of the street when a gust of wind blew around her and someone popped up next to her. Her gaze drifted towards him and she sighed, stopping almost instantly to give him a hug. To everyone else Kai was a dangerous threat, to her he was her best friend, the person she trusted the most in her life. Though these past few days there seemed to be a rift between them and that weighted more on her heart than she cared to admit. Especially considering the bond they shared and the way she felt about him. “Hey –“
“Hey –“ his lips curled up into a smile while his arms wrapped around her for a long moment before he pulled away quickly. “I um, I didn’t scare you, did I?”
“No.” she smiled, taking a step closer but he backed away. He was wearing his favorite black jacket and gray jeans, his hair was slightly longer than usual and unless she was imagining it – he hadn’t shaved for a few days. Though that wasn’t what caught her attention. Even in the darkness she could see the dark circles under his eyes, how pale he was and the sweat drops on his forehead. He looked like he was dying –“W-what’s wrong with you? Why are you so pale? And where the hell have you been?! I was worried sick! I thought Damon finally snapped –”
Kai ran her fingers through his hair, smiling for a second. “I um… I haven’t fed in a few days.” He backed away from her the second she tried to get close to him again. “Don’t. Please –“
Y/N glanced at her shoes. Her heart sank a little every time he pulled away from her. “Oh-kay. Why haven’t you fed?”
Kai paced nervously, putting his hands behind his head while his gaze dropped to his shoes. “I can’t control it. I heard what a blood lust is from the heretics, but experiencing it is completely different.” he took a step towards her, his darting everywhere – her eyes, her lips, her neck. “Its like the more I have, the more I want and I–Y-your blood, I –“
“Are you afraid you’d hurt me?” she wondered.
Kai nodded, nervously glancing around. “T-there is something about you. Ever since the wedding a few weeks back. No matter who I feed on, I – I want it to be you.” he took a small step towards her. “I crave you, your blood and it terrifies me. What terrifies me even more is that I wouldn’t be able to control myself. One slip up, if I lose control for one second… I could kill you and nothing scares me more than the thought of losing you.”
Y/N brushed her palm against his cheek, tilting his face towards hers. “You won’t lose me. Not now, not ever. We will always be together, don’t you know this by now?” Kai placed his palm over her hand as he leaned into it, before taking a step way. “Just don’t – don’t shut me out, please. Kai, I am so much more than your best friend. You can’t shut me out when we both need each other.” Purple/black veins flashed under his eyes as he gripped her wrist and pushed her against the wall, almost instantly backing away from her muttering ‘I’m sorry’. “It’s okay.” she glanced at her wrist. “Kai, you need to feed or you will desiccate –“
“I know, but I just – I can’t.” he almost whispered, nervously pacing before her while gesturing with his hands. “I—I don’t want to hurt anyone, s-so I went to the hospital for the blood drive… t-to get a couple of blood bags instead. I almost lost control at the scent of blood everywhere –“ Y/N stared at him and reached inside her messenger back, pulling out a small knife she kept with herself for self defense before letting the bag fall to the ground. “What are you doing? N-no, don’t –“
A quiet gasp escaped her lips while she made a cut on her wrist and took a step towards him, holding it out for him. “Feed.” Kai shook his head and tried to back away from her but she gripped his wrist with her other hand, pulling him towards her. “Malachai Parker, you need to feed. I won’t watch the person I care about the most die –“
Kai shoved her against the wall, glancing between the cut on her wrist and her eyes. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Y/N shook her head. “I – I don’t know if I will be able to stop. I’d never forgive myself if –“
Y/N brushed her palm against his cheek and smiled. “Kai, I trust you with my life. I always have. I always will.” Kai shook his head. “I know you won’t kill me –“
“How?” he wondered, purple/black veins flashing under his eyes. “How can you sound so sure?”
“You know how, you just don’t want to let yourself see it.”
“Because it can’t be real.” he shook his head, gazing into her eyes. “I can’t believe it. I don’t – I don’t deserve you even as a friend, not after everything I did. I – I turned into the monster everyone sees –”
“You know what I see?” she gazed into his eyes. Barely any trace of the gorgeous blue/gray color, no trace of the usual glow in his eyes when they were together and maybe it was her imagination but he seemed to get paler with every passing moment. “I see someone who has suffered and been punished for something he had no control over. I see… an angel.” Kai’s eyes drifted so quickly from her wrist to her eyes at her words, filled with wonder and curiosity at her statement. “I see the person I cannot imagine my life without –“ she barely whispered before his fangs sank in her wrist.
A quiet gasp tumbled off her lips and she tangled her fingers in his hair while he fed on her. Euphoric. That’s how it felt to feed on her. He could feel her warm blood trickle down his throat, feel her heartbeat and the bloodlust calling, pushing him to sink his teeth somewhere else. An angel, her words echoed in his mind. Everyone saw him as a monster but not her, not now. Not ever and even as he pulled away from her wrist and met her eyes, he saw them filled with so much warmth, trust and not a hint of fear. I trust you… with my life. I always have, I always will. Her thumb wiped away some of the blood from her chin before Kai gripped her wrists on either side of her head and sank his fangs into her neck. Everything felt so magnified in that moment quite literally turning his skin on fire the longer he fed–
“What are you thinking about?” he wondered, brushing his fingertips up and down her shoulders while her head rested on his chest. Movie night had ran late, as late as 4AM but he knew enough to know she wasn’t tired or overthinking things about tomorrow morning. “You haven’t said a word since the movie ended. Didn’t you like it? It was a romantic comedy, I thought you love those –“
Y/N looked up. “I do, I just –“ she sighed. “It made me think about something.”
“About what?” he asked curious. “Rosie and what’s his name were best friends too, they told each other everything. Well, almost everything. I still cannot believe they kept missing each other during the entire movie when they so clearly had feelings for one another.”
“Said the expert in emotions.” Y/N poked his stomach, making him laugh.
“I am just saying – how can he not see his best friend is in love with him?” he poked her stomach right back. “How can she not see he is crazy about her.”
Y/N sighed. “It happens in real life. Two people… being in love with each other, carrying about each other and being willing to do anything and everything for the other all the while being in each other’s arms and not seeing it.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d see it if I fell for my best friend.” Kai said as if it’s the most obvious thing, though a part of him wondered… Would he? Her lips curled up into a small smile as she intertwined their fingers together. His heart skipped a beat at the gesture, same as hers and he couldn’t help but feel something strange in his stomach. Something he only felt when he was with her and it kept getting magnified every time he saw her smile; how her eyes lit up when they were together, making his heart skip a beat just like in that moment – “I’d see it –“ he thought out loud whispering, slowly leaning towards her. “How can I not fall in love with you –“
“Kai –“ she half moaned/half whispered. Her back arched a little off the wall while his body pressed against hers. So close yet so far away, she thought. The world around her felt like it was spinning a little faster and when he pulled away and their eyes met, the glow in his eyes had returned in full and he seemed to have finally see it. “Y-you okay?”
Kai shook his head for a second and his bloody lips crashed against hers in a passionate kiss. Slowly his grip on her wrists loosened allowing her hands to hook around his neck and pull him towards her, as if there was anywhere to go. It seemed a new kind of hunger had woken up inside him, or maybe it was the hunger that had been tormenting him for days now. He had wanted this, wanted her. Her lips against his, her fingers tangled in his hair and lightly tugging on it while he both took her breath away and gave it back to her over and over again… Up to the point he pulled away with no warning, longingly gazing in her eyes and his lips curled into a smile. “You – I –“
Y/N pulled him towards her again until their lips collided into a passionate kiss and he scooped her up until his arms, lifting her onto the hood of a car nearby. Her legs wound around his waist holding him tightly against her, his kiss making her forget whose air she was breathing. Their lips moved hungrily against each other and if it wasn’t for a cat knocking down a trashcan nearby who knew when they would’ve pulled away or remembered they were out in the open. “Kai Parker rendered speechless. That’s a first.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “I – you—you took my breath away, I… How?”
“How I fell for you or how I knew you felt the same?”
“B-both?” he smiled nervously.
“Your eyes.” she cupped his face. “It’s hard to miss how they turn into hearts when you look at me. Then there is the way you pull me towards you, how you smile when you do… I mean, do you think I’d let anyone in my bed at 4am while we are both wearing just our underwear or a t-shirt? Not to mention your over protective attitude, especially when some guy gets close to me.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “That’s because you are mine.”
“Well, took you long enough.” she laughed, watching him bite his wrist before giving it to her to feed. “Has anyone told you blood sharing is really personal?”
“Yeah?” he caressed her hair before wiping a drop of blood from her cheek. Her blood was running through his veins and now his was about to run through hers. “You know what else is really personal?” he leaned towards her. “You and me cuddling in your bed wearing only our underwear. Or we could wrestle… Though it would be more fun without it. I’ll let you be on top –“
Y/N slapped his shoulder playfully and started laughing. “As if I’d jump into bed with someone after just one kiss –“
“No jumping then. We can causally fall on it then… and just cuddle, if that’s what you want.” he grinned. “I just – I want you in my arms.”
“How about you kiss me some more and we shall see what happens next–“ she winked at him, intertwining her fingers with his while lifting herself up on her toes and reaching her other hand towards his cheek. “—we might end up wrestling after all.”
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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot
*not my gif
Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader
Word Count: 3,388
Requested?: Yes
This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.
This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)
Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?
Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language
The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)
“I’d rather you lie.”
It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.
Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him.
He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.
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Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love.
It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.
Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.
For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat.
~
A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind.
The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details.
“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?”
Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.
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Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously.
Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks.
She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?”
Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.
He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him.
Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective.
He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.
Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way.
Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify.
The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…
Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later.
When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.”
Kai? Her Kai? No…
“Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.”
Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.”
Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.
The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob.
Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free?
The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut.
She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.
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Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.”
Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.
A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends.
Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.
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On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up.
Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word.
Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak?
“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”
He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds.
Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away.
Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.
Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal.
“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.”
She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”
I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.
“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes.
Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before.
Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.”
I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.
With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.
Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body.
People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.
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The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.
In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter.
“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer?
“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.
Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily.
Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.
“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.
“Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.
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That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)
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To have and to hold.
Pairing: Kai Parker x reader
Plot: Kai needs readers help for a spell to help her friends, after their messy ending reader just wants it all to be over with.
Warnings: SWEARING
A/N: not really sure what this is tbh I hope you enjoy. It's angsty and I'm letting you guys pick your own ending 😁 I'm sorry it's so long I got carried away
Moving on was never supposed to be easy.
Just when you were trying to move on, get your life back together. There was always something.
Secretly you were sort of impressed, his sheer will to survive had never failed to amaze you. Damon had called you to the house, asking for your help with something, unwilling to share over the phone he'd practically demanded you "hurry on over" as he'd so eloquently put it.
You'd been suspicious of course, it was only natural to be when it came to Damon and his questionable favours.
Your suspicion had only grown as you arrived at the Salvator house, only to be greeted by a guilty looking Stefan. Sure enough there was your something, sitting on the couch with his stupid self-satisfied smirk.
You find yourself frozen in the doorway, unable to turn away. He really hadn't changed a bit, still as tall, dark and devilishly handsome as always, ironically enough.
Your breathing slows but you can't let him know he still affects you. Despite the pressure in your chest you force your lungs to relax, concentrate on them being less constricted.
In. Out. In. Out. You do it until your chest relaxes, reluctantly freeing the trapped oxygen. Your blood pounds in your ears, almost like standing up too quickly.
He shouldn't be here, Bonnie had promised you'd never have to do this again. After all you had helped Bonnie trap him in the prison world and your whole life had been shattered. Not just because you loved him but all the grief and misery he'd left in his wake.
It had almost destroyed you-no he had almost destroyed you.
Your mind snaps back with an unwelcome feeling of ice water being forced into your veins. You already know they must need him for something, like always it was probably something to do with Elena. Not that you had anything against the girl but wherever she went people seemed to have a nasty habit of ending up dead. Not that she was going many places recently, she was still asleep after the spell Kai had placed on her and Bonnie.
Speaking of Bonnie you meet her eyes her and her gaze searches yours for any indication of how you must be feeling, you drop your eyes to the floor before she can see the tears threating to spill.
It wouldn't matter anyways, apparently so long as Malachai Parker could help, your pain was irrelevant. You were just going to have to grit your teeth and keep your composure. After a long moment nobody speaks and you decide it must be up to you to break silence.
"Why is he here?" You prompt looking around the room trying to kick off the uncomfortable conversation. Your pleasantly surprised it's Stefan who speaks first, he briefly explains that because you are a very powerful witch, they need your help with a spell to protect Elena's coffin.
You couldn't do it yourself obviously as you whilst you were strong your powers could be unpredictable to put it lightly. It would be ridiculous for you to try alone and it could be dangerous for Elena.
And yet it seems life just wasn't quite done fucking you, the lucky girl you were would have Kai there to guide you through it all. Life could really be a bitch sometimes.
You want to say no, really you do it's the first word that comes to mind. Looking around the room at the hopeful eyes of your closest friends you know that you can't. Maybe they shouldn't have lied to you but you can understand why they had, you'd never have come had you known he was back. These people had almost died for you and vice versa, It still shocks you to hear the next few words out of your mouth.
"Okay, I'll do it." the tension in the room seems to ease up a little and you begrudgingly agree to go the crypt with Kai in order to work undisturbed. Your eyes automatically find his face which remains a mask, unchanging and calm. You barely spare anyone glance as you give Stefan the details of the time you need Kai to meet you.
Returning home to retrieve everything you need for the spell, you find yourself thinking about your relationship with Kai. Something in you had selfishly hoped that maybe you could change him, even prove to everyone that there was something inside him that was capable of love, maybe even worthy of receiving it.
You arrive on time looking around you realize that you're alone, the sun's setting barely and despite the warm summer air you still suppress a shiver walking inside the crypt. Putting everything down on top of a nearby sarcophagus, you waste no time crushing ingredients and mixing the seperate vials.
"Started without me Huh?" His voice is full of false humour, in your midst of mixing he'd completely slipped your mind which was a rare occurrence. You don't turn though, hands barely stilling "Force of habit I had to get used to doing alot of things without you." The silence hangs heavy, your mixing is all to be heard aside from the gentle breeze outside.
He doesn't speak for awhile opting to come around the coffin to just watch you.
"I'm sorry." The pestle slips out of your hand rolling onto the table between you, face flushed you snatch it back finishing the mixing. You won't let him do this now "You don't get to be sorry Kai." You utter and your almost embarrassed at how quickly he breaks you.
You stop to look at him face still flushed and you find yourself hating how beautiful you still thought he was.
"If anyone should be sorry it's me, I'm sorry I even entertained the idea that you were capable of love let alone that you could ever love me." Hoping he'd shut up you start flipping wildly through your families grimoire but he doesn't "I did love you." he looks more human now and it almost sounds like he means it.
You feel the pressure begin to build in your fingertips like a muscle aching to be stretched, magic demanding to be used "Then why wasn't I enough for you!" The words are out before you can stop them, You place the flat of your palms against his chest and shove as hard as you can, repeatedly.
He barely moves, even though you put all your strength behind it. His gaze isn't angry, there's a softness and something else that makes you want to cry.
"You don't get to stand there after everything you've done and say you love me when you couldn't even choose me in the first place." Wordlessly Kai takes it, allowing you to lash out which just makes it worse. Your hands fall limp at your sides as you take a few wobbly steps back.
Kai slips his hand into his right breast pocket, pulling out something small and sparkling. Closer inspection leads you to realise that it's a ring, more specificly what looks like an engagement ring. Your throat begins to burn as you try to swallow the agony threatening to consume you.
"I never got a chance to give it to you." His voice disrupts the heavy silence of the crypt. "I get why you might not trust me." He moves slowly like he's cornering a wild animal, the spell is long forgotten and the hand not holding the ring cups your cheek as he swiping his thumb across your cheek brushing the stray tears away.
"I never thought I was capable of love, I never thought I deserved it. I've done a lot of things wrong but you've proved me wrong in so many ways, if I get to feel like this for the rest of my life then I don't mind being wrong." Part of you wants to slap his hand whilst the bigger part of you aches to lean closer.
"If you give me the chance to prove it, I swear I will never let you down again." his hopeful gaze locks with yours and you find yourself hypnotized.
But can you, will you?
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Stormy Weather
kai parker x reader
summary: the rule is always the same: thirty minutes after it storms, kai can spend some time outside. that's when most people are still in their homes and it's too muddy for the children to go out yet. though this time, his father bends the rule, just a little, and lets his son out one wet, chilly afternoon. it just so happens that something bad is about to go down at that very same time, and luckily, kai is there to protect her.
tags: abusive parents, self-harm, one line about suicidal thoughts, blood, aspd / sociopathy, minor blood tasting, non-graphic violence, threats of r4pe / noncon (nothing actually happens), threats of violence, high school bullies, kai gets protective, kai loves his sister, a few cuss words, stabbing, hurt / comfort, happy-ish ending
word count: 3.3k
a/n: i made a post about this, but so many of my works lately have had dark themes; i'm going through it right now... i'm trying to write more fluffy things because i think we could all use some fluff, so if anyone has ideas, let me know! ♥
It had rained the night before. Dew is left on the grass and there is a chilliness in the October air. That afternoon, the children don’t want to put their jackets on to go outside, nor does their mother feel like cleaning them up after an hour in the yard. They opt to stay inside instead, occupied by books and puzzles.
That’s why Kai is allowed to take a walk down to the end of the road. Usually, he could only go out moments after the storm, when it is cold, and wet, and the children are still too scared from the thunder. And while Kai loves storms, he doesn’t so much like being in them. Today is different. His parents are letting him out nearly a whole fraction of a day later. He is grateful for that, even if that choice is only a result of his siblings’ resistance.
“Thirty minutes,” his father says, “and stay on the property.”
Kai nods. The property is huge, so that’s no problem. It accounts for a huge field, on which the house is built, a stone perimeter, a long driveway, and an edging of forest. Kai spends his time, thirty minutes per each post-storm, on every inch of the property. His favorite place, of course, being the woods. Oaks and firs ten times taller than himself create a canopy from the sun. Part of him feels like if the sun can’t see him, neither can his father. It is dark in the trees. Sticks crack as animals dodge back and forth. The woods terrify his siblings; they never go past the pine lining.
Kai, on the other hand, goes as deep into it as he can. The extent of the property ends just enough to block out the house. As soon as the wet, darkened trunks cover the sight of the white, country-esque looking house, he sits. His butt will be moist from the ground in a couple of seconds, but he’s come to care less about that.
A sigh escapes the boy’s lips as he stares into the great expanse before him. He’d love to explore more of it, but the fear of an active locator spell stops him. His father would never go into the woods after him, though he’d have a beating ready the moment he showed up back home. And trust him, Kai’s considered running away. He’s debated the pros and cons of trying. But when your family is a coven of witches, and the only world you know is your own property, Kai fears luck would not be on his side.
With another sigh and a need to take his mind off things, he pulls out a switchblade. It’s funny - he had found the knife in these very woods, kicking up dirt as a pastime. His father would never let him keep it if he knew, so he buries it in a hole in the tree against which he’s leaning. Kai admires the blade; the silver that looks back at him when he wipes off the dirt. Several times he’s considered using it as an escape from his life of hell. But if the blade is too dull or proves too small, it would be a pointless, reckless attempt.
He cuts his finger instead. Just a pin-prick on the edge of his pointer. Blood oozes and he watches it drip, down, down, down, until he touches it with his other finger. The knife is the furthest thing from clean, but Kai doesn’t care. The relief it brings is too important to him. It’s a distraction from the pain in his mind, even if he feels a jolt in his spine with every cut.
Every cut, he thinks, bringing his attention to where to draw next. His mother would notice his wrist; his father would see his stomach. The last time, he picked his shoulder, but when his beating consisted of the man pulling him by the collar, it risked exposure. Kai scans his body, eyes eventually landing on his belt. Neither parent ever saw below it, thank god for that.
Kai stands up, hilt of the knife in between his teeth. He unbuckles his belt quietly, acknowledging the metal clashes are the only sound echoing throughout the words. It makes him feel dirty, though he had never done that out here. Kai shakes his head to clear his mind. A drop of water drips from his head, down his cheek. He hadn’t felt it fall from the tree. It feels like a tear, though that’s an unfamiliar feeling; Kai was fourteen the last time he remembers crying. He’s eighteen now, and feels most of his emotions like a weight in his chest. They’re there, mostly in the form of nauseating pain, but he doesn’t feel anything sharply enough to cry about it. A stark contrast to his little brother, Caleb, who cries over anything and everything.
The boy bites his cheek. He lowers his jeans just enough to find a good spot. Right below his briefs, maybe, where the skin’s not so thin he’ll bleed to death. As tempting as the thought is, a slow death isn’t the way he wants to go out, especially if he’s not sure it would kill him. Kai takes a deep breath, then readies the knife against his thigh. He starts with a small cut, but graduates at the sight of blood being released. A longer, deeper one is made directly under it. It hurts, but as the weight in his chest eases with every drop on his skin surface, he can’t stop. Kai makes a third, and then instinctively reaches out to catch a bit from his second cut before it can stain his jeans. It runs down his leg, threatening the denim that his mother would surely see in her weekly rotation of washes - the woman demands to do his. Whether that’s his father’s order or of her own accord, Kai doesn’t know.
He stares at the blood, both that on his finger and what gathers on his thigh. He can feel the pain - a sharp stinging now, a dull throbbing later - and lets it in in place of his emotions. The heaviness in his chest is replaced by the harsh sensation, and as gruesome as it is, it’s something he much prefers.
Kai stands still as the blood dries in the place he left it. In another minutes’ time, he’ll scrape it off, then pick his nails with his teeth. Again, dirty. Gruesome. He’s stopped caring. He’s all alone out here anyway.
When the time comes, he does just that. Dried blood collects under his nails, and then the dark red substance meets his tongue. His taste buds are overwhelmed with the rich, metallic taste. He’s not sure if he hates it or loves it.
At age twelve, his historical studies consisted of lore. Aunt Maggie would visit him and Jo every Tuesday and Thursday to teach them about it. The two were homeschooled, like every other child in the coven, and taught by their elders. One particular week, Aunt Maggie hit the topic of vampires. His father told her to touch it lightly. Kai overhead the reasoning, though he didn’t understand it. “The boy is a siphon,” he reminded, “we don’t need to repeat old mistakes.”
But whatever old mistake it was, Kai wasn’t bothered. He was used to being called a mistake, and figured that’s what his father meant. Kai then listened to his Aunt tell the lore, and the stories, but that’s all he ever thought they were. Now, at eighteen, Kai still isn’t sure what he thinks. Maybe vampires are real; maybe they aren’t. Maybe they are monsters. Maybe they’re just people burdened by the pain in their lives; people who express that pain differently, and are seen as abominations for it.
Kai wonders if that makes him one. For dealing with his pain by cutting it out of his skin. For licking his own blood when it drips from his wounds.
What would he know? He’s never seen one.
After two more minutes, Kai finally pulls his pants back up. He starts to fumble with the belt, knife back in his mouth, when he suddenly stops. A wind blew past his ear, carrying the faint cry of a girl. He listens for a moment, but upon hearing nothing new, goes back to his previous feat. Kai turns to the tree to hide his knife. The wicked laughter of a group is heard in the distance. The shuffling of leaves. Another feminine whine.
The pieces puzzle themselves in Kai’s mind, and he arms himself with his knife once more. To check the sound out, at the very least. To scare them off his property, maybe, or just to scare them.
Kai treads carefully through the woods, knowing where to step to conceal his identity. A skill his new friends don’t seem to have. He approaches until he comes across a circle of boys. His age, but bulkier - better fed - and slightly taller. The way they stand looks as if they’re trying to cower over someone - a sight Kai doesn’t appreciate, having been the one forced into submission over a hundred times in his life. One rattles off an insult. Another kicks his leg out.
“Please stop,” the broken voice of a girl he can’t see enters his ears. She’s in the circle, he supposes. Kai watches a little longer, trying to decide how the situation makes him feel.
A boy barks in laughter at her plea. He mocks it, then bends down to grab her. With brute strength, he lifts her by her shirt collar and pins her to the tree behind her. Her hair gathers around her, bouncing from the force. Tears sting her eyes, yet she’s brave enough to not let them fall.
“You’re not going anywhere until we’re done with you,” he says, head pointed down to her chest.
Suddenly, the girl reminds him of Jo. Beautiful, brave. Bound to end up in a situation like this, because sometimes she’s just a little too trusting. Despite their forbearance from each other’s company, Kai loves his sister. He misses her visits, when she used to sneak into his room to play when they were children. He misses her touches, those she’d steal in defiance of their father’s direct order. It wasn’t until recent years that they drifted apart. The babies took her attention away, and she slowly morphed into a daddy’s girl. Doing right by him became her mission, which meant leaving Kai behind to rot in his room alone.
Still, Kai loves her. As best he can, at least, as he feels each emotion he ever knew bury itself inside his soul. An overwhelming darkness conceals them, blackens them, and replaces them with nothing but the dense weight.
Another cry escapes her lips, freeing Kai from the entrancement of his memories. The boy’s hand creeps up her sides, under her shirt. Soft skin is exposed as he bunches up a handful of the material. He pulls, and his friends egg him on. They’re just as vile as he is.
Kai gives away his position with a crack of a stick. Six pairs of eyes whip around to face him. He leans against a tree, teasing the knife between his fingers. There’s a silent standoff for a moment, until one of them speaks.
“What are you doing here?”
“Me? This is my property. I think the better question is, ‘what are you doing here’?”
“Run along home then. This is none of your business.”
Kai cocks his head. “Who’s she?”
“Also none of your business.”
The girl locks her eyes on Kai. She stares, hoping he’ll meet her gaze. Finally, he does, and he can confirm she’s not there on her own accord.
“Y’know, my father has a lot of rage. He won’t like knowing that little high school boys are taking advantage of young girls on his property.”
“What’s he gonna do? Shoot us?”
“Maybe.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” Another of them challenges. “He’s not here. And we could easily take you.”
Kai steps forward. As he does, the supposed leader tightens his hold on the girl. Fear flashes in her eyes like a fire. Kai isn’t threatened, though. He keeps his eye on her, while moving to stand in between the group. They all watch him cautiously.
“Let her go.”
“No.”
“Let her go, or I’ll fucking stab you in the neck,” he replies calmly.
The boy wavers, but doesn’t let up. “You wouldn’t.”
Kai flicks the knife in his hand again, then points it at each of the boys. “Get the fuck out of here. I’m not asking again.”
Another minute. Suddenly, one of them bolts. He races through the forest at seemingly mach speed, barreling into trees and weeds as he goes. The one that was closest to him then follows.
“Hey!” The boy in charge yells. “You pussies!” He turns back to Kai. “You’re full of shit, I’m not afraid of you.”
Kai doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to - the glare in his eyes does it for him.
“Y’know, Thomas, maybe we should go,” one of the remaining four mutters. “She isn’t worth it.”
“We’ve had this planned for weeks and you assholes are bailing because of some skinny kid with a three inch knife.”
The girl’s face pales at his words. Kai’s jaw tenses.
How easily Jo could be a target just for being beautiful.
The boys shuffle their feet, but none of them move. Thomas, the one within spitting distance of Kai, stares back at him. A smirk curls on the edge of his lips. It’s at that moment that Kai decides he’s had enough. One graceful stride lands him close enough to jab the knife into his neck. The boy had no time to react, but does so now by releasing the girl and grabbing at the wound. His friends shriek in terror. They jump around uselessly, having no clue what to do. Kai steps back and grabs the girl before she falls. To his surprise, she lets him. Her face buries in his chest as she tries to find her own strength.
The boy, rather stupidly, pulls out the handle and throws it at Kai’s feet. “You’re fucking crazy!” He screams, as if Kai didn’t already know that. He takes one more look at the emotionless boy, then the girl gathered in his arms, and runs off into the woods. His friends scamper after him, not wanting the same fate. In thirty seconds’ time, the woods are silent again.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, still holding her. It’s a weird feeling to him, to have a girl in his arms. Kai isn’t sure how long he’s supposed to hold her, or comfort her. He doesn’t really know what to say, either.
She remains quiet for a few heartbeats longer, but then nods. Her head moves against his chest until she finally looks up at him. “Thank you.”
He only looks at her.
“Are you okay?” She asks back.
This confuses him. “What?”
“You stabbed him.”
“Oh.” Kai shrugs. “I’m fine.”
She straightens her posture, maybe to read him better. “Not a fan of bullies, I take it? Do you have your own at school?”
“I’m homeschooled.”
“Oh.” She looks down into the fallen leaves. Her eyes trace the forest floor, and then she takes a few steps back to grab something lying in them. His knife. She hands it to him. “Well, thank you anyway.”
Kai nods. Then, for whatever reason, he gives her a small truth. “My father.”
“What?”
“Not a fan of bullies.”
“Your father? The one you mentioned, with the rage… he bullies you?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
She takes another step towards him. “It’s not fine.”
“There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“I understand,” she says, reaching up to brush her thumb against his cheek. Kai flinches. “I’m sorry.” Her hand recoils, but he catches it.
“Don’t apologize. I’m just not used to it.”
She then takes a seat on the forest floor, patting the spot next to her. “Sit with me?”
Kai figures he still has ten minutes before he must go home, so he does. It’s quiet for a little while. They listen to the wind in the trees and feel the chill at their backs. Both enjoy the others’ company, neither fortunate enough to have it often.
But the girl then breaks the silence by tucking her knees into her chest. The leaves crinkle around them, and Kai’s attention shoots to her movement.
“I can’t believe he said he was planning that for weeks,” she mutters.
“Do you know him?”
“I know of him. He’s the quarterback at my school. I’m the girl that eats alone. Why would he target me?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” Kai blurts out. She looks at him, and he suddenly wonders if that comment warrants an apology after what she’s been through. “Sorry. I meant that as, like… Not in a creepy way.” Okay, that was worse. “You remind me of my sister,” he finally says.
“I do?”
He nods. “She’s beautiful, too, and too kind for her own good.”
“She sounds sweet. Are you guys close?”
“Not anymore.”
“Oh.”
“My family’s kind of fucked up.”
“That makes two of us.”
Kai looks at her. It’s nice to hear that someone relates. Of course, not nice for her, but there is a comfort in knowing he’s not completely alone.
“If those boys ever give you shit again, come back here. I live around that field at the edge of the trees. You look like Jo. My father will protect you if he sees you need help.”
She nods. “What about you? Where will you be?”
“In my room. Unless you catch me on a day where I’m allowed out.”
“Which is?”
“Thirty minutes after every storm. Because my mother doesn’t want to clean the mud off my baby brother’s clothes.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Like I said.” He then turns to her. “But I’m serious. If they come after you, go to the field.”
“Because I look like Jo,” she confirms.
Kai nods.
“Thank you.” She takes a deep breath. “I should be heading back soon. My parents care less about me, but still don’t want me out late.”
“A statement to which I relate too much.”
“Will I see you again maybe? Perhaps after the next storm?”
“You’d want to see me again?” He’s for sure she’d be terrified of him after earlier events.
“It’s not everyday a cute boy stabs my bully with a knife.” She smiles.
“Okay.” She’s different. Not at all like he’d expect her to be, if he were to only judge her by her smile and bright, kind eyes. Of course, most people are able to hide their pain behind a well-designed mask. Only a small fraction become neck-stabbing sociopaths.
Despite that, though, she isn’t afraid of him. If anything, she seems more curious.
“Okay,” she beams. “Bye…”
“Kai.”
“Y/N,” she offers in return.
“Y/N,” he tastes her name on his tongue. Her eyes light up at the sound of her name reverberating off his lips.
She smiles, and then out of nowhere, leans forward to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, again, Kai. You don’t know how thankful I am that you were here.” And with that, she’s off.
Kai stares after her in a stunned silence. Her lips still tingle on his cheek. His skin feels hot to the touch, warming him up despite the passing breeze.
It takes a couple heartbeats for him to come back to his senses. By that time, she’s lost to the forest, gone, and only in his memories. He hikes back to his tree to put his knife back in its spot, then makes his way home. He’ll see her again, hopefully. Next storm, she’ll be there. She’ll become more than just a memory, but maybe a comfort as well. A friend.
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PROMPT LIST | Hot Mess
1. “You know we’re meant to be.”
2. “Don’t give me false hope.”
3. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”
4. “You can do this but you can’t return my calls?”
5. “It’s so hard for me to hate you right now.”
6. “Please tell me you feel the same.”
7. “I will kill anyone that looks at you the way I look at you.”
8. “I know he’s trouble but I don’t care.”
9. “The thought of losing you scares me.”
10. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
11. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”
12. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”
13. “Can I join you?”
14. “You owe me a drink.”
15. “I’m surprised you came.”
16. “I’m just as shocked as you are.”
17. “Don’t give me that look.”
18. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you.”
19. “I’m going to regret this.”
20. “I’m begging you, please don’t go.”
21. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
22. “You know you like that.”
23. “Get out of my head!”
24. “Please don’t do this to me.”
25. “You’re the one.”
26. “You again.”
27. “I’m not drunk enough yet.”
28. “You’re more than just a one night stand.”
29. “I’m carrying your child.”
30. “Here’s some money, now shut up.”
31. “I can’t stand you right now.”
32. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”
33. “Stop following me!”
34. “No one will hurt you as long as I’m here.”
35. “I’m in love with my best friend.”
36. “God dammit, why do you have this affect on me?!”
37. “I’m not okay if you’re not okay.”
38. “Allow me to give you the world.”
39. “At least put your guards down for me.”
40. “You can trust me.”
41. “Get dressed, we’re going out.”
42. “You can’t tell anyone about this!”
43. “What do you mean you don’t care?”
44. “You swore you’d never lie to me.”
45. “What are you doing in my bed?!”
46. “You look stunning.”
47. “Fine. You win.”
48. “Take me home with you.”
49. “You’re such a fun drunk.”
50. “You’re so god damn amazing.”
51. “Tell me this when you’re sober.”
52. “Since my dog likes you, then I guess I like you.”
53. “You’re an addiction.”
54. “I swear, we’re not a couple!”
55. “You’re in love with me?”
56. “Are you going to get into bed with me or what?”
57. “I may or may not be in love with Y/N.”
58. “Step away before I punch you in the face.”
59. “You don’t mean that.”
60. “I’m not good for you.”
61. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already.”
62. “Everything that is coming out of your mouth is a lie!”
63. “You’re staring again.”
64. “May I have this dance?”
65. “Wow. You look stunning.”
66. “Feel free to kill me for saying this.”
67. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”
68. “I swear, there is nothing going on between us!”
69. “I can’t believe you bought this for me.”
70. “Tell them to fuck off.”
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Started another Kai Parker fanfic :) Starts off when he’s in high school. Looking forward to getting stuck into this one!
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Sheer | Kai Parker
Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,
A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves
It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.
Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.
Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.
You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.
It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.
He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.
“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.
The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.
“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.
And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.
However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.
The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.
Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.
“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.
Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.
To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.
And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.
Almost.
“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.
Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.
To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.
Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.
“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”
“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.
He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.
“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.
You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.
“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.
It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.
But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.
“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”
You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.
“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”
Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.
“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”
It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.
🏹
His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.
But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.
Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.
Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.
Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.
But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.
Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.
“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.
You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.
And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.
As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.
When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.
“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”
“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”
His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.
“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”
“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”
“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.
“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.
Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.
But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.
“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.
There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.
He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.
Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.
“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.
“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.
He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”
If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.
“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”
He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.
“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.
In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.
“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.
He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.
Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.
“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.
His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.
“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.
When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.
“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.
“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.
And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.
It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.
And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.
“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.
At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.
“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.
Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.
Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.
But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.
He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.
Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.
“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.
“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.
“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.
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by jcbbe
Peace. That's all Bonnie Bennett, in fact that's all any Bennett wanted.
However, with only two Bennett's being alive in this lifetime, it appeared that it was only achievable in death. But Bonnie was not ready to die yet. Well, permanently.
Abby? Bonnie had no idea where she could be, and as a matter of fact, she could care less (at least that's what she told herself).
If Bonnie wanted peace she believed she had to be creative with attaining it. So why not go to the least peaceful place on the map?
Gotham, the city of crime.
But just as always, peace in temporary for a Bennett witch, but this time that peace isn't disrupted with temperamental vampires, heretics, dopplegangers, a hunt for mortality, and questionable love interest. Nope, much worse. This time its parental revelations.
Words: 973, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Multi
Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Bennett Coven - Character, Abby Bennett Wilson, Sheila "Grams" Bennett, Lucy Bennett (Vampire Diaries), Katherine Pierce, Malachai "Kai" Parker, Other TVD characters, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Justice League (DCU), Batfamily Members, Selina Kyle
Relationships: Bonnie Bennett & Batfamily Members, Bonnie Bennett & Malachai "Kai" Parker, Bonnie Bennett & Katherine Pierce, Bonnie Bennett & Abby Bennett Wilson, Bonnie Bennett & Sheila "Grams" Bennett, Bonnie Bennett/Malachai "Kai" Parker, Bonnie Bennett/Katherine Pierce, Bruce Wayne/Abby Bennett Wilson/Selina Kyle, Abby Bennett Wilson & Selina Kyle, Abby Bennett Wilson & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Title is still debated, random idea, Angst, Bonnie Bennett-centric, Hurt Bonnie Bennett, BAMF Bonnie Bennett, Bruce Wayne is Bonnie Bennett's biological father, Rudy knew, Abby was young and pregnant
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