#that salvatore stare HAHAHA

[silentcrowsilentravens]

I know my character per post limit is 8 but idc, I went over it for this one.

Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda, Mia Winters, Karl Hiesenberg, Bela Dimitrescu, Salvatore Moreau, and Elena Lupu reacting to their s/o asking to do their makeup.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Daniela Dimitrescu

Please do Daniela’s makeup!

She’s more excited about this than you are, already dragging you over to the necessary supplies before the question is finished leaving your mouth. 

Every time you tell her to look at you, she stares instead. If you don’t say anything, she probably just. Won’t blink.

She will nip at your fingers and attempt to lick your hand while you're doing her makeup.

Without fail, if you lean too close to Daniela, she’ll say something like, “Are we about to kiss right now?”

She’s gonna want to do your makeup after you’re done. It will be messy.

Donna Beneviento 

This is the sort of thing you can only ask not only after Donna has removed her veil in front of you, but after she’s comfortable leaving it off.

There’s a little hesitance, but she’ll let you do it. 

She is as still as a statue the whole time, only moving when you ask her to. 

If you’re going to touch her scar, you need to tell her first. She doesn’t like anybody touching it. Especially without warning. 

Her face is warm under your hand. Something about the proximity just makes Donna go dskgaadkskaldhalsksj.

Angie wants to help! I wouldn’t let her. Both you and Donna will regret it. 

Alcina Dimitrescu 

Alcina is kind of particular about her makeup. It will take some pleading for her to let you do this. Then...

She'll let out a painfully overdramatic sigh and agree.

I’d recommend using her products. I mean, she uses custom ones for a reason. Using a “normal-sized” lipstick tube on her is just so much more tedious. Be careful, though. It’s all very expensive!!

You best not intentionally make Alcina look like a fool. She will not be amused and then, surprise! Your makeup applying privileges have been revoked. 

Cassandra Dimitrescu 

...Okay, fine.

If you want to put makeup on Cass, be prepared for her to not sit still.

Listen. She can't help it. She'll be shifting around in her seat a whole lot, her hands will drifting towards you and the products...

Like Daniela, if your fingers get a little too close to her mouth, Cassie will nip at them.

She has a near-perpetual Kubrick stare, and you're going to have to give her more than one reminder if you want her to stop tilting her head down.

Mother Miranda 

Miranda is hesitant. She typically just puts makeup around her eyes and calls it day. And you want to do her whole face?

If you want to do this, I hope you want it bad enough to plead a little because that’s the only way you’ll get a yes.

...This is a one time thing, you understand? 

(Eh, maybe not if Miranda likes it enough). 

(If she does, she’s very begrudging when it comes to admitting it).

 Don’t go too crazy. And let her finish her experiment first. 

Mia Winters 

Alright!

Mia talks the entire time. Even when you go to put something on her lips.

Lets you do literally whatever you want, even if you want to do something intentionally ridiculous. 

Continues wearing the look until she goes to bed.

...Unless she falls asleep prematurely. A likely possibility, mind you. You might have to wake her up. 

Karl Heisenberg 

HAHAHA—

No. 

Oh, you were being serious? Well, that changes things!

No.

Cue Karl grumpily sitting in a chair with his arms crossed, unable to believe he's letting you do this.

"What the hell is that?" you'll hear every single time you pick up something new.

He pulls away slightly and won't stop blinking whenever you get near his eyes.

Bela Dimitrescu 

Go ahead. Bela’s fine with that. 

She sits decently still the entire time. 

Asks you about how you got into makeup and stuff like that.

Goes on about how she knows things will turn out great before getting even one look at herself.

Her gaze follows your hands like one of those portraits with moving eyes. 

Salvatore Moreau 

Yes! Sal might've just shyly asked you if you never did. He's always wanted to try out makeup.

He has a lot of questions about what you're doing. He wants to understand what you're using and how you're using it. 

Gets upset when he inevitably ruins your work. Can you fix it? Please?? Salvatore will be more careful this time.

Absolutely lights up if you offer to show him how to do it himself. 

Elena Lupu

It could be fun. Elena's never gotten much of a chance to do anything with makeup before, so why not?

The urge to rub her eyes increases tenfold after you put makeup around there. 

Would you be willing to let her do your makeup after? Even if she barely knows what she’s doing? 

(...If yes, please give her a few pointers every now and then. Elena is struggling). 

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[yoursweetdenial]

Y/N: Hey guys I wanna ask you something. Just one question. Very quick!

Karl: Go on, doll.

Alcina: We're listening, my dear.

Y/N: If you all were going on a trip to a desert island and you were allowed to take only one thing with you, what would it be?

Donna: You mean only ONE thing?

Alcina: Oh well... That's a tough question to answer, Y/N.

Karl: Hahaha! It's not that simple to you! It will take a long time for you, up there, to realize what Y/N just said!

Alcina: Ah, you little-

Miranda: Stop it now, you children! Y/N is waiting for us to answer the question!

Alcina and Karl: *give the death stares at each other*

Salvatore: Yes, Mother. I'm ready to answer! I'd take my cellphone with me so I could call someone if things got bad.

Miranda: Very well... But I'm not sure if there will be a mobile network on a desert island.

Salvatore: Oh no, Mother, I'm so sorry! Did I disappoint you???

Donna: That's all right, Sal. *pats him on his shoulder*

Bela: Ooooh I would take my sickle with me!

Cassandra: Yeah, me too. Or perhaps we could take knives. Or daggers?

Daniela: Or even swords?! It would be amazing!

Cassandra: Yes yes yes!

Alcina: Hey, you three, weapons aren't allowed for children!

Bela, Daniela and Cassandra: But Mother!!!

Alcina: I said NO!

Karl: Such a boring-ass mother you are.

Alcina: Quiet now, you steampunk moron! Oh, I guess now I know what I would take with me: earplugs, so I won't have to hear your disgusting voice anymore!

Karl: In that case, you should buy them thicker, because I'll take a megaphone with me, so you can hear every word I say, you super-sized b...

Miranda: SILENCE! If you ask for my opinion, Y/N, I would definitely take a gun with me, so I could end my torment, because I can't stand it anymore!!!

Donna: Pssst, hey Y/N. And I would take a first aid kit, so that none of them REALLY gets hurt.

Y/N, who's totally confused: Oh, Donna, you're my sweet angel!

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[lettersinscarlet]

Plan (Damon Salvatore Imagine)

Hey! So I’ve really been working on this for awhile but it’s been hard to just write it. And it’s pretty ling so sorry in advance! But my requests are open for Sam, Jake, Colby, Damon, and Stefan if you guys want to send them in. I really have been trying to work through some of my requests but it’s a long process hahaha. Anyway enjoy!

Request: Heyy!! I’m really in the mood for some kind of angsty Damon imagine so I was wondering if you could do something with Damon being super protective of the reader. Like she gets hurt and he has to save her or something. Sorry this is really vague, I’ll send another ask if I think of something more specific xx

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“Hey everybo-“ you started, but you tripped before you finished the sentence. You heard Stefan chuckle and Elena playfully hit his arm. You walked all the way in and you sat down on the couch near everyone else. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Just figuring out the plan to stop Katherine and keep her from killing the two of you,” Stefan said, gesturing to you and Elena.

“It’s just a fun as always,” Elena added and rolled her eyes. You chuckled.

You were Elena’s cousin and you had moved in with her after both of your parents died, too. Something about the Gilbert family did not do so well with parents. Somehow, Katherine had found out that the two of you were related, and it was very clear that she would attempt to use you in order to get to Elena and the Salvatore brothers.

“So whats the plan?” you asked, leaning forward to listen. Stefan leaned forward, too, and leaned to inform you.

“We were thinking that you would-“

“You’re kidding, right?” Damon piped up. Stefan turned to look at him and Damon rolled his eyes. “She took two steps in the door and almost fell! She’s a literal child. If you involve her, she’s probably going to die.”

“Then what do you suggested we do?” Stefan questioned his brother.

“Lock her away in a place that Kathrine can’t get in and then we get her when it’s over,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“And when is it over? What happens if our plan doesn’t work? What do we do then?” Elena asked.

“The plan will work, and (Y/N) would be safe and the it will be fine,” he said, refusing to change his mind.

“That won’t work because if she isn’t involved as the distraction in this plan, then the whole thing falls apart,” Stefan argued.

“Then we make a new plan,” Stefan demanded.

“We can’t just do that-“ you tried, but Damon cut you off.

“I said no!” he roared. He got up and escaped the living room, leaving you with Stefan and Elena.

“When did he get so sensitive?” you laughed and Elena shook her head.

“Okay, forget about Damon. Here’s what the plan is,” Stefan said before proceeding to tell you what your role was.

Your job was to lure Katherine to where Stefan and Damon would be. Then, they would do whatever they do and somehow convince her to stay away. You weren’t entirely sure how their part was supposed to go, but you knew that you just needed to make your part work. And not get hurt, just to stick it to Damon.

The rest of the day, Damon wasn’t really around, and the times he was, his eyes wouldn’t leave you. It was obvious that he was angry, but there was nothing you could do about it. He would get over it once the whole thing ended and you would come out unscathed.

The time came for you guys to start getting ready. Tonight there’s was some sort of Founder’s Ball that everyone would be at, and you guys were sure that Katherine would be there. You went home to get ready and you were a little nervous.

You walked in and Elena greeted you from the kitchen.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” she called from the kitchen. “Do you want some water?”

“Yeah,” you said, but then you hesitated. “How did you get home before me?” you asked as you walked into the kitchen.

“I... drove fast,” she answered as she tossed you a bottle.

Slowly, you start to back out of the room, heading towards the door so you could get outside. You turned around to open the door and then you felt the back of your head connect with the wall and a hand on your throat.

“Katherine,” you choked out, glancing down to see her.

“Hello, (Y/N),” she said and flashed her vampire eyes. “You’re coming with me.”

Eventually, it came time for the Founder’s Ball. When Elena got home, she saw that you weren’t there, but she assumed that you went with a friend or something. Stefan came to pick her up and they rode together. When they showed up, Damon was waiting for them anxiously at the entrance.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” he quickly asked when they got close enough.

“Isn’t she already here?”

“I’ve looked. Three times. She’s not here. Was she home?” Damon asked and looked to Elena.

“No, she wasn’t home when I was there.”

Damon cursed and Stefan pulled Elena closer, looking around for any signs.

“She must’ve gotten to her,” Stefan whispered and he started walking and looking for someone to show up.

“Boys,” they heard a voice drawl from behind them. They both turned and saw Katherine sauntering up to them. “And Elena,” she added after a moment.

“Where is she?” Damon growled, stepping closer to her.

“Now Damon-“

He moved quickly and pinned her against the wall, hand clasped around her throat.

“Where is she?” he asked again, even more threatening.

“Careful, Damon, we’re in public,” she warned, glancing to the side at some of the people there. Reluctantly, Damon let her go, but still stayed near her.

“Where-“

“Oh, come on, Damon. Let’s have a little bit of fun, shall we?” She laughed and Damon only got more upset. “Don’t worry. You’re precious little (Y/N) will be fine, if I get what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” Stefan interjected before Damon could say anything else.

“You,” she answered, shifting her focus to Stefan. He scoffed and she narrowed her gaze at him. “There was a time when you were mine, and I want you back.”

“Never going to happen,” he said back. She just sighed as she looked at him.

“I guess you won’t see (Y/N)...” she trailed and laughed. Damon quickly stepped in and shoved her against the wall one more time.

“I will find her and I will keep my brother out of the reach of your claws that you call hands. Once I get her, I will come for you, and I will kill you slowly and painfully,” he threatened. He let her go and then he quickly disappeared, heading back to his house to start researching. Katherine turned to look at Stefan and Elena.

“Tata for now. I’m sure we’ll be hearing from each other soon,” she said. She walked off and left Stefan and Elena to stare at each other, wondering what was next.

While that scene was going down, you woke up in an unfamiliar environment. You tried to stretch, but when you moved your hands, they were stuck. You struggled for a minute and realized that they were bound by some rope. You looked down and your legs were also bound, but they were attached to chair legs. You looked up and you could see that you were probably in a basement somewhere. That’s when you noticed a figure standing in the corner.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, even though you had a feeling what the answer would be.

“I don’t want anything from you,” a voice said. The figure stepped forward and you could see that it was a guy. He was taller than you, especially since you were sitting. His hair was dark as were his eyes. “It’s Katherine that wants something from you.”

You leaned back in your chair, trying to create a little distance between the two of you. It was pointless because he took five steps and almost all of the space was closed. He leaned down, getting eye level with you, and he sniffed.

“Do you know how thirsty I am?” he asked and you could see the veins around his eyes get darker. You recoiled slightly and he chuckled. “Katherine said that I couldn’t kill you,” he said, but leaned closer. “She did say that I could have some fun.”

Your screams filled the air as your captor got to have “fun”.

Meanwhile, Damon burst through the door of his house and started pacing, racking his brain for where you could be. He stopped where he was and fished out his phone, calling his partner in crime.

“Alaric?” Damon asked once he had picked up.

“Yeah?” Alaric replied.

“Meet me at the house. I need help. Oh, and bring all your gear.”

Damon hung up before he could get an answer. He went back to thinking. Where could she have possibly hidden you? He cursed and threw his head back. He blamed himself because he wasn’t forceful enough about making sure you stayed safe.

Alaric came soon enough and Damon had figured out where you were. It had taken a little research but there was an abandoned property that was out in the middle of the woods. It seemed like her style. The boys loaded up with vampire gear and they set off to get you. Damon was determined to save you.

They pulled up to the house and there was no doubt that vampires were there. The crept in through the back, and kicked in the door. Three vampires were waiting, but they were easy to take out.

As the door above you slammed opened, you flinched, nervous that Katherine had come back for you. Your captor stood and started to approach, but a wooden stake shot across the room and went through his chest and he dropped where he was. You looked up and you saw Damon running towards you. Instantly, you started crying and apologizing and everything.

“I didn’t know it was her, I just thought that maybe Elena had gotten home before me and I shouldn’t have been apart of the plan and I blew it-“

“Shhh,” he quieted you. He looked into your eyes for just a moment before he started untying the ropes around you. “Are you okay?” Then you started to feel the full extent of your injuries. Everything hurt. There were parts of you that felt like they were on fire and some parts that were sore and then a few more tears slipped down your face. Damon saw and he quickly wiped them away. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Let’s just get you out of here.” He picked you up and tucked you into him and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked at Alaric and motioned for him to cover. You guys made it out of the house safely, and Damon took you back to his home.

You woke up and you were in a comfortable bed and you felt someone with you. You opened your eyes and you looked up. Damon was sitting behind you with his arms around you. You were slightly confused and then you remembered what had happened last night. You shuddered and winced a little bit and Damon was alert.

“What’s wrong?” he fretted over you, checking to see what hurt.

“Just remembering,” you said. He relaxed a little and instead stroked your shoulder. You looked and you realized you didn’t have any scars or anything. He noticed and smirked.

“Vampire blood heals fast,” he reminded you. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes.

“Listen I should’ve listened to you-“ you started, but he cut you off.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he sighed. “What happened... it wasn’t a part of the plan. If you had been there to do your part, it would’ve been fine.” He paused a second before he continued. “I just get worried about you and that I won’t be able to protect you, so I thought it would be the safest to keep you out of it, but you got hurt when you weren’t even involved yet. I’m just- scared for you.”

“I mean you don’t seem worried about Elena,” you said, and he sighed.

“It’s not the same,” he whispered. You guys waited in silence for a minute and then you leaned against him. You felt his arms go tighter around you and he rested his chin on your head.

“I worry about you, too,” you confessed to him, looking down. “I know you can protect yourself and all, but I still worry.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Maybe, we wouldn’t have to be worried about each other if we just stayed in my room all day,” he suggested. You turned so you could face him and you smiled.

“I’m down with that,” you whispered. You leaned in and you kissed him, gently at first, but more intense as time went on. You pulled away and he smiled at you, those grey eyes shining at you.

“Maybe next time, I’ll just take you with me,” he said.

“Sounds like a plan,” you chuckled and the two of you laughed, just getting to enjoy your moment.

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[justtessasworld]

love is weakness | kai parker

OK this is just a little something I thought of while being on a holiday. Not requested or anything.

Two things first:

1. English isn't my first language so please have mercy

2. I've never written about Kai ever before soooo sorry 🙏🏿

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In which Kai had a weakness and lost it... or did he?

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"This demon-boy is getting on my damn nerves!", Damon spit out while pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

Elena and Alaric nodded in agreement.

"Is there a way, any way", Elena turned to Jo, sitting on the couch in the Salvatore mansion. "to get any kind of control over him?"

Jo shrugged.

"My brother has lost any kind of humanity he once had, I don't think he can be controlled by anything or anyone."

"He has to have some kind of weakness! Everyone does!", even Damon got desperate now and leaned against the wall.

Jo was silent for a little while before she perked up.

"There was y/n."

"Who the hell is y/n", Elena asked.

"Y/n was our neighbor. She was the same age as Kai and me and we always disguised her as my best friend so that she and Kai could hang out. I remember that she once came over to our once, completely soaked and-"

"Jo, get to the point!"

Jo looked at Damon annoyed.

"Okay. Y/n was Kai's best friend, maybe even more, I think both of them loved the other one but they never told each other. She was staying over when Kai snapped and went on his murder spree. He saw her but it was like he couldn't hurt her at all, so he didn't. She was the only one not getting at least stabbed by him."

Damon, Alaric and Elena looked at each other.

"So if anyone's his weakness, it's her?", Damon asked, setting down his glass.

Jo nodded but then frowned.

"So let's get her and-"

"Damon, that's impossible.", Jo interrupted.

"Why? What's the problem now?"

"She's dead. She died that night trying to save Kai from our father."

"Wake up y/n! Wake up!"

Jo was grasping the teenage girls shoulders, shaking her to wake her up.

"What- What's going on?"

"Kai, he's-", Jo was interrupted by a loud scream from downstairs, causing y/n to flinch.

Panicking the brunette looked at Jo.

"He's, he snapped. He's killing them. Kai is killing them."

Y/n eyes widened. Then she frowned.

"Oh OK, wow, hahaha, what a funny joke you and Kai planned."

The girl pushed a strand of hair angrily behind her ear.

"Very funny, guys!"

Another scream came from downstairs. Nearer this time.

Y/n turned to Jo.

"I know it's a prank, Jo. Tell Kai to stop! If the screaming wakes up your parents you both will be in so much trouble."

"Y/n, it's no- it's not a joke", Jo whispered, pulling y/n away from the closed door.

"Wha-"

"Kai? What are you-" the girls heard from the staircase. It was one of Jo's and Kai's younger brother though y/n couldn't figure out who exactly it was when he suddenly started screaming in pain and then... silence.

Y/n pulled Jo to the wardrobe in her room, stepping into it and shutting it mostly behind them. From where they were crouching between Jo's sweaters and jackets, the girls could see the door.

Y/n couldn't and wouldn't believe Jo. That Kai, her best friend and the most, well troubled, but also most caring person she knew, was murdering his family? It was impossible.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!", came Kai's voice. Definitely Kai. But how??

The boy stopped in front of their door. Jo and y/n held their breaths, their sweaty hand gripping the other.

A few seconds later Kai kept walking down the hall.

Y/n breathed in deep, letting Jo go and settling against the back of the wardrobe. What was going on?

Suddenly Jo stood up and opened the wardrobe door.

"What are you doing?", y/n hissed, grabbing the other girls arm.

"I have to get the twins. They are on the other end of the hall, I think Kai went in the other direction."

Another scream echoed through the house.

"Jo,you can't! I don't know what's happening but you can't go out there!"

"I have to OK?" Jo looked at her in distress.

Y/n straightened her back and pushed her hair back.

"OK, then we're going together."

Before Jo could say something, y/n walked to the door and opened it as slowly as possible.

Looking down the hall she could see the moon shining through a window, illuminating the doors of the Parkers. And the bloodstains.

Y/n shuddered and slipped through the gap, focusing on being quiet.

Together the girls tip-toed down the hall, to the room of the twins.

Only half a meter and they would be at the door, when they suddenly heard a voice.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Kai smirked, pulling an axe behind him. His smirk fell when he saw y/n.

"What- what are you doing here?"

As fast as possible y/n opened the door of the room of the twins, pushed Jo in it and closed it again, leaning against it to block it from Kai.

"Y/n! What are you still doing here?", the boy asked angrily, walking to her.

"I- I slept over spontaneously, I thought you knew."

He was right, nor she or Jo told him, that she had decided to sleep over last minute. But why was that so important?

"Y/n.", Kai whispered, softly stroking her cheek. She shuddered, feeling the dried blood on his hands. For the first time in her life she was afraid of him.

"Please, Kai." Y/n didn't even know what she was begging for.

Kai pulled his hand back and his blue eyes got cold again.

"Get away from the door."

His voice was hard, harder than she had ever heard it.

Y/n shook her head.

The boy growled and stepped closer, causing y/n to flinch.

His hard gaze softened and showed a hurt impression.

"Y/n, please."

The girl sobbed and looked at Kai. How could he do this to her? To his family in general? She knew about his father's abuse on him (and had tried repeatedly to go to the police because of it) but killing his entire family did seem pretty harsh.

"Don't do this Kai, please. Please Kai...", she sobbed.

Kai carefully touched her cheek, leaning his head against hers and brushing tears away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", he mumbled inbetween her sobs, stroking her hair.

With a swift spell the girl went limp in his arms. The magic he siphoned out of his last sibling worked well enough.

Holding onto her waist he picked her up, walking down the stairs and laying her down on the Hollywood swing on his family's varanda.

Looking at her once more he turned around, going back into the house.

He still had some family members to mess with.

Kai smirked.

Y/n groaned groggily as she woke up.

Why the hell was she unconscious anyway? The last thing she remembered was holding onto Kai and sobbing because of- because he was murdering his family.

Y/n gasped and looked around. She was laying on the veranda of the Parkers house. How the hell did she get there?

"You're an abomination, Malachai!"

The girl turned around, that was Kai's father.

Looking to the small forest next to the house she could make out two shadows standing in the moonlight.

Kai and Jonah.

"That must be a bad feeling" Kai taunted as Y/n stepped closer in the shadows of the house. "Creating a monster and that monster turning against you."

Y/n was near enough now to see both men clearly, hiding behind a tree beside them.

"I didn't make you to a monster. You were one the moment your mother gave birth to you!" Jonah was shouting now, his face red.

Kai gave him a loopsided smirk, turning away from him. Obviously done with the bullshit his father said.

The girl could see Kai's father chanting something. A long tree branch started floating and y/n couldn't believe her eyes. What was happening?

The branch turned, targeting Kai's back.

"No!", y/n screamed, running forward the same moment the branch flew at the boy.

Kai turned around, looking at her with a shocked impression.

The next thing y/n knew she stood in front of Kai, looking into his blue eyes.

"Kai", she whispered and then slowly dragged her stare down to her stomach, where she felt a dull ache.

The branch Kai's father wanted to impale his son with was sticking out of her stomach.

"Kai", her legs gave in and she toppled to the ground, the siphoner catching her and pulling her in his arms between his legs.

He was leaning against a tree, y/n's back against his front. His father nowhere to be seen. That coward.

"Hey, hey, hey", Kai said, shaking her shoulders to get her attention.

"You're going to be fine, everything's going to be fine", he mumbled carefully grabbing the tree branch.

"I have to pull it out and then I can heal you.”

“Kai”, y/n pressed out. ”Did you even listen to anything in the first aid course? It has to stay in. And what to you mean with you healing me, you aren't--you aren't Jesus.”

Kai chuckled lowly and shook his head.

“I'm going to explain everything later, just--just listen to me.”

Y/n nodded and held down a scream as he pulled the rest of the branch out of her stomach.

“OK, OK, OK” Kai pressed his hand on the wound and started chanting something.

The girl whimpered and gripped his arm.

“Whatever you're doing I don't think it's working.”

Kai frowned and started again. And again.

“Dammit!”, he screamed, punching the ground.

Y/m flinched and gasped in pain from the movement, screwing her eyes shut.

“No, no, no!”

“Kai, stop. Kai!”, y/n gritted out, turning his face to her, his look was a mix of panic, hurt and pure rage.

“Kai, it's OK.”

He shook his head, wiping away a tear that rolled down his cheek.

“I can- I have to get help”, he was trying to stand up but she stopped him.

The wound was deep and considering the amount of blood she knew and saw she had lost she and Kai knew that there was no hope. Kai seemed to understand and settled back down, pulling her even closer to him.

There was a short time of complete silence, only their shaking breaths.

“I'm sorry”, he suddenly sobbed.

In the 4 years of knowing him, y/n had never seen Malachai Parker cry.

Shocked she turned to look at him, trying to move as little as possible.

“It's OK, Kai”, she whispered, limbs already feeling cold and numb.

Kai shook his head burying his face in her neck.

“No, no, it's all my fault, it's- he's- he was right. I am a monster.”

“No, Kai”, y/n mustered all her strength and gripped his hand, pulling him to look in her eyes.

His eyes were puffy and full of tears.

“You're not a monster. I don't care what your father always told you. You are Malachai Parker. You're a man and the best one of them. You're not-”, she coughed, blood dripping from her lips.

“You're just Kai. You're not a monster nor will you- will you ever be.” Y/n closed her eyes, suddenly feeling oh so tired.

“Hey hey hey”, Kai squeezed her hand, gently stroking her cheek.

“Hey, y/n. Stay- stay with me, OK? You gotta--you just gotta hold on, alright?” Kai was sobbing now, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he watched the woman he loved slowly die.

“Kai, I- I love-”, she choked out, her grip on his hand growing limb.

“No, no, no”, he mumbled as he watched her breath out, her hand falling on the ground and her eyes growing lifeless.

“No!”, he screamed, gripping her shoulders and shaking her.

“No! No! Y/n! Stay with me! You have to- you can't- don't leave me”, he sobbed leaning his head against her chest where he would normally hear her heart beating. Not anymore. Never again.

“Come back to me. Come back to me .”

“So he only ever loved one person and that was that y/n girl?”, Damon asked, plopping down onto the couch.

Jo nodded, standing up.

“Wait!”

Jo turned back to Elena who looked at her confused.

“What was her name again?”

“Y/n y/l/n. Why?” By now everyone was looking at the Gilbert.

“Because there's a new nurse at our hospital. And that's her name.”

~

Soo, please tell me if you liked it or not and why? And would anyone like a part 2??

- tessa

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[missnmikaelson-main]

Who Are You? - Part 7

Leaves, drained of their colour by the early hour, swirled in the air momentarily blotting out the setting quarter moon. The small shadows danced over the dark figure on the path.

The wind shifted carrying a flock of birds up into the air and the scent of her pursuer over the length of the path.

She spun on her heel when she heard the snap of a dry twig and lifted her hand.

A steel grip wrapped around her wrist before she could strike and she found herself staring up into familiar brown eyes.

She inhaled sharply, her mouth twisting over the taste of the floral perfume drifting from his clothes.

“Good morning, Hayley,” his eyes shifted over her features, “we need to have a little chat.”

He traced the ornate crest on his jacket and ignored the sound of chatter around him. Kids and teenagers milled about in every corner of the great room; some were sipping on smoothies, some were eating muffins pilfered from the dining hall, some were working on homework, but all of them had one thing in common; all of them save for him.

“You’re supposed to wear that,” a soft voice sounded at his elbow.

“I don’t think it fits,” he looked up at the girl.

“It’ll fit perfect. Ca… Miss Forbes is really good at sizes.” She took a seat on the couch as he took in her appearance: plaid skirt, dark blue blazer over a white blouse, a matching tie, and the crest over her left breast.

He tilted his head and read the title of her textbooks: Intro to Lycanthropy, Intro to Magical History and Chemistry of Magic; they were contradictory in terms. He nodded to her hands.

“Which are you? Why aren’t you sitting with your friends?”

“I’m a few things,” she followed his gaze. “The school likes to practice inclusion,” she made air quotes with her fingers, “but it’s still a school, and every school has cliques.”

“Wolves, witches, and vampires,” he nodded. Three distinct groups that he had yet to find a place in.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. “They’re friendly enough, but I don’t really fit in with any of them. They think I’m a…”

“A what?” He prompted when she trailed off.

“A freak,” she shrugged as if it didn’t bother her, “I’m the tribrid, part witch, and part wolf and part vampire. I don’t fit in to a neat little category.”

“At least you know what you are,” he smiled. “I don’t know that I’m anything.”

“You must be something,” she put her books on the coffee table, “otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s what Elena said,” he sighed, falling back into his seat.

“I know Elena,” she fingered the hem of her skirt, “she’s friends with Car… Miss Forbes.”

“You know the headmistress too,” he tilted his head. “That’s the second time you’ve almost called her by her name.”

“She’s kind of a friend,” she shrugged. “She knows my dad, and she says her friend doesn’t lie. If Elena thinks you belong here then you do.”

“I’m not anything special though,” he shook his head.

“She said you were,” her eyes narrowed, “why would she say that if you weren’t?”

“She said it because I couldn’t be compelled,” he turned the jacket over in his hands.

“Then you’re something,” she nodded. “Only supernatural beings can resist compulsion.”

“But what am I?” He blinked. From the corner of his eye he saw his former foster brother with the wolf pack; they shared a room, but the pack had made it clear he wasn’t a part of their circle.

“I don’t know,” she hopped up from the couch and grabbed her books, “but I can help you figure it out if you like.”

“Don’t you have something better to do than hang out with the new kid?” He picked up his jacket.

“Right now I have to go to class,” she nodded to the small pile of textbooks, “and so do you.”

He stood up and eyed the pile of books for his morning classes. There were the usual subjects he would have taken at a normal school along with the less common subjects he never considered existed; at least not outside of Hogwarts.

“Are you coming?” She hugged her books to her chest. Her eyes found the jacket still in his hand.

“I still don’t think this fits,” he lifted the material.

“It’s just new,” she smiled, “you’re not used to it. Put it on and soon it will feel like something you’ve always worn.”

He slipped his arms into the sleeves and settled the material over his shoulders; it felt foreign against his skin, but the way she nodded made him think it at least looked alright.

“See,” she smirked, “perfect fit. I’m Hope by the way.”

“Landon,” he picked up his books.

She nodded and motioned for him to follow her down the hall towards the classrooms.

Elena ran the tip of her finger along the etched runes of the box, mindful of the sharp ridges that acted as canals for the glistening blood. The last thing she wanted to do was bring up a bead of blood that would unlock the box and unleash the evil inside on the world. It might only be a quarter of the original strength, but anything that could make Elijah lose control needed to remain locked away.

She peeked out the window at the rising sun and watched the light dance over her fingers. The ebony box seemed to glow in the morning light.

She sighed and turned her attention to the nightstand where she had placed his note. The heavy paper sat beside the empty vial in front of the alarm clock.

What time had he written it?

When had he left?

A sharp knock drew her out of her mind and towards the door. Sighing she stood up and opened the door.

“Morning,” Lexa smiled brightly.

It took Elena a second to figure out how she was so cheerful. The source of her pep appeared to be the half-drunk latte in her hand. She accepted the second cup and hummed when the caffeine hit her system.

“That’s just what I needed.”

“I figured you’d want some coffee,” Lexa grinned. She slipped into the room and looked around. “Where’s Elijah?”

“He…” Elena fingered the lid of her cup and glanced at the note. “He had to do something.”

“No matter,” Lexa waved her hand and reached for the box on the table. “I don’t actually need him for this next bit. I don’t really need you for that matter.”

“Thanks?” Elena tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.

“I thought you might like to watch though,” Lexa gave a quiet laugh. “What do you say? Do you wanna watch me banish this bitch to the Ancestral plain?”

“Sounds like the best way to start the day,” she wrapped her fingers around the takeaway cup.

“I thought that was sex,” Lexa tipped up her cup, finishing the last dregs of her latte.

“Oh no,” Elena shook her head, smirking. “The best way to start the day is banishing an evil bitch to another plain, followed by sex, and finally coffee.”

“Hmm,” Lexa nodded thoughtfully, tilting her head. “I agree with your list.”

“So you’re obviously not a vampire,” Hope took a seat in the middle of the room, “that leaves werewolf or witch.”

“Wouldn’t I know if I was a werewolf?” Landon fiddled with his pencil as the other students filed in.

“Your friend didn’t,” Hope nodded to where Rafael was entering the room. He walked down the aisle and slid into the desk on the other side of Landon.

“What are we talking about?”

“You,” Landon rolled his eyes to the side, “not knowing you were a werewolf. You didn’t, right?”

“Not until I got here and Mr. Saltzman explained,” Rafael shook his head. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Raf this is Hope, Hope,” he motioned to the desk, “this is Raf.”

“Hope?” Rafael frowned. “Hope? I’ve heard your name before. You’re the…”

“Tribrid,” Hope crossed her arms over the desk.

“She’s gonna help me figure out what I am,” Landon flipped open his book when the teacher walked in.

“And she’s thinking wolf?” He glanced around Landon.

“It’s a possibility,” Hope whispered back, “my mom didn’t know she was a wolf either until she triggered it, and neither did my dad. Could be an untapped witch too,” she shrugged.

“All kinds of possibilities,” Landon grinned.

Caroline shuffled through the pile of papers littering her desk. During her short European excursion the inbox had flooded. She sifted through the bills, student discipline notices, and upcoming events in the town. She organized them into neat piles and subcategories. The discipline slips took the most time.

There had been aggression from the wolves in the days before the full moon. The witches had instigated a magical prank war that had ended with one of the dorms being lit on fire and another covered in a hot pink substance that stuck to everything.

Finally there were the new student notices; two in the last few weeks.

She picked up the phone when it vibrated.

“Salvatore Boarding School.”

“Wow, do you answer the phone like that all the time?”

“Only when I don’t bother to check the ID,” she grinned. “What’s up Elena?”

“I just wanted to check in. Jeremy dropped off a new student the other day and I wanted to know how he was settling.”

Caroline picked up the student files.

“Would that be Rafael Waithe or Landon Kirby?”

“Landon; I met him a few days ago.”

“I’ve only just gotten back, so I haven’t gotten to know him yet, but according to the psych evaluation he’s adjusting slowly.”

“That’s to be expected, I think. He doesn’t know what he is.”

“Rest assured we’ll find out.” Caroline wheeled her chair towards the filing cabinet. It didn’t seem to matter how old she got; wheeled office chairs were fun at any age.

“Are you wheeling around your office?”

“You know me too well,” she snickered.

“I do at that. How was Europe? That’s where you were, right?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, filing the papers, “it was nice. I hunted down Klaus and gave him an earful, and then I stood there to make sure he went through with calling Hope.”

“You know where Klaus is?”

“I know where he was,” Caroline frowned. “Are you going to pull a Katherine and spend the next half of the millennium avoiding him?”

“Hahaha.”

“You know I’m kidding,” she used her foot to sway in a circle. “You are nothing like Katherine Pierce. Katherine wouldn’t have sounded so eager when I mentioned Klaus’ name.”

“I just need to find him, Care. At some point in the near future.”

“Got a thing for the Hybrid now?” Her eyes narrowed.

“Oh, you sound jealous.”

“Am not!” The denial came too quickly eliciting a laugh from her friend.

“I don’t have a thing for Klaus. I have something for him, or rather… I want to take something from him.”

“You’re a thief now?” Caroline tilted her head.

“Believe me; he will willingly part with this.”

“I haven’t heard from him in a bit, but if I speak with him again I’ll be sure to tell him you’re looking for him.”

“Thanks Care. Now tell me: how are the girls?”

“Blissfully unaware of what’s lurking in the future.” Her voice turned bitter.

“No luck finding a solution then?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head before remembering Elena couldn’t see her.

“I’m still looking too, but I haven’t found anything yet.”

“Thank you for looking,” she raked a hand through her hair.

“Of course. What’s the point of eternity if I can’t use my limitless time to help my friends?”

“You have a tendency to help everybody,” Caroline rolled her eyes.

“I like helping people. Speaking of…”

Caroline heard the sound of her hair rustling as she turned her head to look at someone else in the room with her. The other side of the conversation was too indistinct for her to make out telling her the other person was a good distance from the phone.

“I gotta go.”

She hung up the phone and lifted her gaze when the door swung open. A broad smile spread over her cheeks when she saw her visitors and the small pile of mail they had used as an excuse to come barging into her office.

Caroline dropped onto her knees and wrapped her arms around the twins as they barreled into her. She pressed several quick kisses to the tops of their heads and pulled back to give them her sternest look, but her eyes were sparkling.

“What do you two think you’re doing?”

“We brought you the mail,” Josie held out the handful of envelopes.

“Ah yes,” Caroline took the thick stack, “and as everyone knows that’s a two person job.”

“It’s a really heavy stack,” Lizzie nodded solemnly.

“And now that you’ve brought me the mail you’ll be heading back to class,” Caroline cocked an eyebrow.

“Can’t we play hooky and hang out with you?” Lizzie pouted.

“Please, mom?” Josie clasped her hands in front of her and mirrored her sister’s expression.

It took all of her will-power to shake her head. She stood up and steered them around by their shoulders towards the door.

“Unfortunately no,” she smiled when they looked up at her, “you have to go to class, but I’ll tell you what…” she bit her lip when they grinned, “… tonight the three of us are going to hang out.”

“Movie night?” Josie blinked innocently.

“What movie?” Caroline nodded her assent.

“Willie Wonka?” Lizzie smiled hopefully.

“I know what you’re after,” she tweaked Lizzie’s nose, “junk food.”

“You can’t watch Willie Wonka without candy, mom,” Josie twisted her hips back and forth so her skirt swayed.

“It’s just not right,” Lizzie agreed.

“Willie Wonka it is,” Caroline pretended to hand her head before nodding her assent. She sent the grinning girls on their way and turned back to the new pile of mail. She was going to toss it on the desk when she recognized the handwriting on the first envelope.

She tore into it and perched on the desktop.

Dearest Caroline,

I never thanked you for coming to knock some sense into me, and you are now in a place that will not allow for a face to face conversation.

I’ve sent you a gift to express my gratitude; the name of a witch who might be able to help you in your current predicament. I know you didn’t tell me about it, but I’m no fool; I knew the Gemini several centuries ago.

I do look forward to thanking you in person someday.

However long it takes.

Yours,

Klaus

She reached into the envelope and extracted a folded piece of paper. Her eyes narrowed when she read the block letters spelling out a name and address; hope fluttered in her chest.

She held her breath as the spell started and the room around them faded from view. For a moment the world was white and then the room came back into focus. The only difference was an eerie glow cast by the twilight and the absence of electricity.

“What happened?” Elena’s voice echoed in the suite, seeming to bounce off of thin air.

“We’re in the ancestral plain,” Lexa whispered. Her voice still carried though.

“What now?” Elena lifted the box from the floor between them.

“Now we hide it,” she smirked.

“We can’t just leave it?” Elena cocked an eyebrow.

“We could,” Lexa nodded, “but where’s the fun in that? If you had a choice of final resting place where would it be?”

“Bottom of the ocean,” she said without missing a beat.

“We’re a little short on oceans,” Lexa shook her head. They were limited to where they could travel on foot. “How about the Mississippi?”

“Why did you do it?” He released her wrist before he gave in to his urge to squeeze and break the bone.

“Do what?” Hayley lowered her hand.

“You told Vincent to place the Hollow in us.”

“I didn’t…” her heart jumped.

“Don’t lie to me,” his expression hardened. “He told us as much last night. He also revealed that he knew there was a better way; one that wouldn’t tear this family apart.”

“I did what I had to do,” she went poker-faced.

“No, you didn’t,” he shook his head, “that’s the whole point. You came to this decision on your own and ripped Niklaus from his child in the process. There was another way and you knew it.”

“I had to,” her teeth gritted, “he would have ruined her given half a chance.”

His eyes widened; he must have been truly blind not to have seen it sooner. How many times had she tried to take Hope away? How many times had he played mediator between the hot headed parents?

“Danger and death follows your family wherever it goes,” her mouth twisted. “I did what I needed to in order to create a safe home for her.”

“Somehow I doubt Niklaus will see it the same way.” He lifted his chin when he saw the fear flash through her eyes. “She’s not even here; you have her enrolled at boarding school.”

“Are you going to tell him?” She crossed her arms; a muscle in her jaw twitched.

“I should,” he took a step back, “but I won’t.”

“Thank you…” her sigh of relief was cut off.

“Don’t thank me,” he shook his head and pointed a finger at her. “I have killed people for lesser offences, and Niklaus would kill you in an instant. The only reason you are still drawing breath is Hope.”

He turned on his heel and started back down the path.

“Elijah,” she called after him, “where are you going?”

He paused and drew in a calming breath before looking back over his shoulder. He didn’t dare turn around for fear he would do something he’d regret, like divest Hope of her mother.

“I’m going to clean up the mess you made.” He turned back to the path and heard her heart skip a beat. “I’m going to reunite my family.”

Her cold voice had him freezing in his tracks.

“You’re going to need help for that,” her hands found her hips. “The witch and the doppelbitch,” her brows rose when he turned back around. “I’ve had eyes on you since I found out you were in town; it’s pretty clear you’re at a standstill on your own.”

“What have you done?” His muscles locked up with rage. She said nothing and he turned and raced into the morning.

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[golddaggers]

Blow

pairings: kol mikaelson x female!reader, damon salvatore x female!reader.

warnings: cursing, fingering and oral sex (female receiving). generally NSFW +18, you know me. hahaha :)

a/n: well, here I am to feed my readers with some kol smut and I hope y’all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, all feedback is welcome. :D

word count: 1720

“Sweetheart, what happened?” Kol quizzed, his sweet brown eyed gaze confused at my jittering figure standing on his doorstep.

I didn't know exactly what I had chose to go to his place, but I sensed he was the only one who would be able to calm me down after finding out my boyfriend, Damon Salvatore, had been fucking my best friend, Elena Gilbert, for the past two months. Upon seeing them together, my heart shattered into a million pieces; and it didn't make it better when he told me that it had been going on for some time now. I didn't want to feel betrayed any more. It was too much!

The Original vampire pulled me into a tight, warm hug, walking us both back inside his place. Effortlessly, he collected me on his arms, taking me to his bedroom, where the man placed delicately me on his bed, then went off to search for some clothes to replace my soaked wet ones. When I got to the Salvatore's mansion, saw what I saw, heard what I heard, I just ran out, not bothering to avoid the pouring rain outside. The result was that now my entire body was shaking due to the cold temperature.

Kol did not say a word, he only handed me a large sized t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweat shorts, alongside a fluffy blanket. Like a gentleman, he turned his back so I could change, slipping in the new pieces of clothing. Once I was done, I cleared my throat, trying to get myself stable again. This shouldn't be affecting me so much.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened?”

“I guess.” I muttered, exhaling loudly whilst curling up inside the sheet and glaring at him unsure. “This morning I called Damon to ask if I could swing by his place later so we could spend some time together, you know, as a couple. At first he didn't want to agree, but ended up accepting, saying it would actually be good for us, because he needed to talk. I knew things weren't okay, nonetheless, I never thought he would do that to me.”

“What did he do?” He questioned, cautiously taking a seat beside me on the bed. “I swear I'm going to crush his head and make a soup out of it for what he has done to you, but first I need to know happened. Tell me, babe.”

“He… He cheated on me.” The tone I used was so low I could bet no one else except him would have been able to hear me. “I got there earlier, heard some weird noises and when I went up to see what it was, I found him nailing my best friend.”

For a brief moment, the brown haired man stayed silent, his beautiful eyes narrowed in a mixture of anger and surprise. Afterwards, he stood up on his feet, swiftly trudging to the room's door, punching a hole in it. He also emitted a growl, beginning to pace, nervously. I suddenly became tensed, scared of what he would do.

Ever since we met, Kol took a special interest on me; initially, he was all flirty, asking me out constantly, but I was with Damon and I loved him. Or so I liked to think I did. Either way, as the time progressed, he stopped with the bullshit, becoming one of my best friends instead. The kind who would bring me ice cream during my period and be the shoulder I could cry on whenever feeling upset, bummed out or simply sad. The younger Mikaelson understood me in ways that - fuck - no else did, which made me feel weirdly fuzzy around him.

“He is so bloody stupid.” He mumbled through gritted teeth, going back to sitting next to me, on the corner of the bed. “How could he do that to you?”

“What do you mean, Kol?” A fresh trail of tears began to stream down on my face. “Damn, I'm sorry to be bothering you with this…”

“No, you never bother me. Not at all.” His thumb wiped away the insistent teardrops, gazing at me so sweetly my mind literally went blank for a second there. “Is he stupid? I mean, how can he choose Elena over you?”

“She must be more interesting than I am. Or prettier. More like his taste. I have no idea. All I know is that I wish he had just broken up with me, it would hurt, but it would be infinitely better than finding out he cheated.”  

“Oh, love, that's not true at all, the part where Elena is better, and I wish there was something I could do to make you see it…”

He sighed, consuming me with a deep meaningful stare. I was fully aware that any involvement with him would be wrong, especially in this situation, yet… I couldn't quite put a pin on it.

His face was now inches away from mine and I bit my bottom lip, watching him lean forward, getting dangerously close, so much I could catch the mint scent of his breath. Absently minded, I guided my fingers to the back of his neck, tangling them on the soft hair I found there. For minutes straight, we just devoured each other with our eyes; that was until he grew tired of it and smashed his mouth on mine in a swift movement, kissing me like I had never been kissed before.

A gasp crawled out of me once I felt his tongue peeking out to meet my own, which I easily allowed. They fought a while for dominance, but, in the end, I let him win, leading the way, both of us turning into a scrambled mess.

Kol, slightly anxious, broke the fond action, opting to scatter a series of pecks across every bit of skin he found, slowly making his way down to the crook on my neck, where he slurped the sensitive skin, probably leaving a purple mark behind.

“Can I make you feel good, huh?” The man whispered, his eyes mischievous while he played with the hem of the shirt I had on. “Tell me, darling.”

“Of course you can.” I had my lids fallen shut, head thrown back. “Do your best to make me yell.”

“By all means.”

Parting my legs, the brown haired Mikaelson planted multiple kisses on my inner thighs and slowly licked patterns there, earning to himself a low grunt. I had long lost the control over myself, being ruled solely by my instincts; not that I cared though.

One of his digits snuck inside the baggy bottom suit I had on, not hesitating to shove it in my entrance. He pumped twice then pulled it out, directing it straight to his mouth, tasting my slickness.

“Just as good as I had imagined.” Kol hummed, in delight. “Now, babe, how about you get rid of that? So I can feel you twisting under me?”

“Cocky bastard.”

We shared a fun laugh as I lifted my hips, sliding off of the sweat shorts rapidly and showing him my bare pussy, gaining a groan as a response. My friend appeared to be in full ecstasy to be seeing me like that; I wasn't going to lie that it was very fulfilling to be needed again. To be craved. Damon never erupted those things on me. Matter fact, I don't think he had even made me this wet.

Teasingly using his fingers on my entrance, he blew cold air on my pulsating clit, afore diving his tongue on it. I shivered a little bit, but quickly buckled forward, hearing him chuckle, pinning me down against the soft mattress. After making sure I couldn't move, Kol started to please me in a very sinful way; God, I couldn't even stop the string of curses that fell from my lips.

The mocha eyed man slipped two digits within my hot core, curling them and hitting sweet spots, getting my bottom half to move unconsciously. His tongue circled my bundle of nerves mercilessly, increasing the built up tension on my lower stomach. There was so much going on I couldn't even focus properly.

“Open your eyes, baby.” He slurped on my throbbing clit, making a loud moan echoed throughout the room; I was close to reach my peak. So fucking close! “I wanna’ see those eyes sparkling when you cum to me.”

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“Tsk, tsk…” Kol dimmed down his pace, which drove me to complain, entirely edged. “Moan my name, baby girl.”

“Oh, pretty please, Kol…” I reached for his head, pulling his tousled hair and perceiving him grunt on my sensitive skin afterwards. “Make me cum, Kol. Please!”

Experiencing him add a third finger inside me, I couldn't avoid to cry out, my back arching as I longed to feel the overwhelming orgasm that close to break me. My moans grew higher and higher, even further once I spotted him eyeing me.

“Clench that pretty pussy to me, darling.”

The vibration against my pulsating nub was enough to push me over the edge; I came screaming and contorting underneath his sharp thrusts, which, by the way, continued even though I had already archived my peak. He rode me out of my high, only stopping when I giggled blissfully.

Pulling his digits out of me, he cleaned the sticky lubrication from it and lied beside me, a wide smile etched on his face. I heaved still numb from the amount of pleasure I had just experienced. To be honest, I don't think any guy had ever gone down on me like that.

“So… Did that make you forget?”

“God, you did.” A grin slipped and I swivelled, lying in a way I could cuddle on his chest. “If your mouth is that good, I don't even want to know what your cock can do, Kol.”

“Told you that I was good, but you chose to go out with that loser…”

“Shush, I don't want to talk about him, alright?” My fingers rested on his pink lips, shutting him off. “Let's just be us for tonight okay? No thinking it through.”

“I think I can work with that.”

Smiling, I kissed him again, skilfully straddling his lap and ready to get, once more, the fun started.

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[thebluesiren66]

Blood Lust

Imagine being on your period and a hungry Damon Salvatore suggests a little “Quid pro Quo” ;)

warnings: blood play, period sex, oral (fem. receiving), vampire noms, smut, damon being damon and no girl can resist.

Ever since he had called in a favor from Stefan, Damon had sworn of human blood for the entirety of a week as the cost of some such favor. but stale animal blood could not quench the thirst of a vampire who desired to feast... who desired to take from a fresh warm source...

Damons stomach churned as he took another sip from his glass. It had only been three days and his body was almost rejecting his new diet completely. how the hell does Stef even live like this??? damon thought to himself, hunching over in his seat.

Through his groans of despair Damon heard the creaking and eventual closing thunk of the boarding house front door. Suddenly Damon's head shot up as his senses were set afire. his muscles clenched, his eyes became black shot and the vanes surrounding them prickled with excitement. 

fresh blood...

You let out an exasperated huff as you struggled to swing the big wooden door closed before moping into the Salvatore home and stumbling down the few stairs into the main sitting room. you flopped down on the giant leather couch and sighed into its comfort, the midol was just about kicking in. I’ve just got to rest a moment... then I’ll go get something to eat. you thought to yourself gently closing your eyes and resting into the plush leather beneath you.

you groaned and stretched the last few cramps from your back and lower belly before staring up at the ceiling deciding on what to have, courtesy of the Salvatore ever beautifully stocked kitchen. Caroline was telling me how good tea was for periods the other day... peppermint for bloating or chamomile for cramps... you thought.. Do they even have tea??? Lord knows the only thing that goes into Damon’s body is blood and bourbon. you chuckled to yourself rolling from the couch to go prowl the kitchen.

You stalked through the kitchen for what felt like hours just trying to find anything of use. where would the Salvatores even put their tea?? there were five million drawers to go through and you had very little stamina left in you to search the rest of the kitchen. you were nearly ready to admit your defeat before you felt a gust of wind brush the hairs at the back of your neck. “Are you hurt??” Damon suddenly asked making you jump up from your slumped position against the counter.

Taking a gulp of air then relaxing again you eyed the eldest Salvatore. his eyes were rimmed with red and his head hung like he hadn't slept in days. “No... Why?” you answered in a soft mindless tone as you thought about what could possibly be eating at him...

“Blood...” damon simply said taking a whiff of air. you blushed bright red from the bottom of your stomach to the tips of your ears.

“huh.. thats weird isn’t it??? hahaha....” you attempted to play off your situation as you slowly backed out of the kitchen. “Maybe Stef caught something for lunch...?”

Damon eyed you hungrily and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to look anywhere but his face. you turned to retreat back into the sitting room then Damon was in your face, backing you up until your back was against the kitchen counter.

your breath caught in your throat as his eyes bore into yours with a hungry snarl that would probably scare you out of your mind if it wasn’t deliciously intoxicating and inviting. “D-Damon...” you stammered, the small of your back bumping against the edge of the stone counter.

Damon pressed a long finger against your lips as his eyes scanned over your body with half lidded eyes. “What would you say to a little quid pro quo? if you help me...” Damon dipped his head down to hover over your neck, his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear and you shivered against his lean muscular body. “... I promise you’ll feel good”

you stood there, mouth agape, heart racing, and knees buckling as Damon snaked his hands down your arms, over your hips, and back to the curve of your ass. as if taking your silence for an affirmative, Damon's mouth immediately began attacking your neck. his lips leaving harsh and needy kisses up your jaw. you released a shaky breath as he assaulted your sweet spot and gave a few quick nips. Damons hands were roaming all over your lower back, your mind was reeling, from the marks he was making on your neck to the rough squeezes to your ass. 

you yelped in surprise as Damon hoisted you up to set you on the kitchen counter. he roughly spread your legs and walked between them and crashed his lips to yours. you moaned into his mouth as he pressed his hips into your open pelvis.

damon seemed to swallow your moans as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and tasted you for all you had to offer. Damons had was at your cheek, pressing your faces together, then it slowly descended to your neck, through the valley of your breasts, over your lower stomach,.. right down to the apex of your thighs...

“NO!” you cried trying to pull yourself out from Damon's spell.

Damon smirked ignoring your resistance and pulled you back to him with a strong force. his fingers pressed into your core making you feel the delicious pressure.

you tried to bite back a moan as Damon crashed you to him and toyed with your sensitive core. “D-Damon! i-i’m on my...” you grimaced at having to admit it.

“Oh I know pet...”

Damon ripped open the button of your pants and tore both your pants and panties off in one swift motion down your legs. you gasped at the cold air and quickly closed your legs attempting to hide your red dripping core. “Damon!...”

He pulled your knees apart and knelt before you, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as his parched mouth immediately attacked you.

you gasped and moaned loudly, tossing your head back as Damon’s tongue slipped inside of you and began drinking all you had to offer. your hands flew to his hair, holding on for dear life as his mouth made you moan his name. your hips bucked wildly forward and Damon gripped you forcefully as he ravaged you.

“Oh god!!! Damon Please!!”

Damon nipped at your clit making your insides contract and sending another river of blood spilling out of your core. he smirked up at you with black eyes as he kept drinking to his hearts content. you shuddered and convulsed between him and just when you began to fall into a smooth rhythm of pleasure Damon roughly shoved two long fingers into your aching core.

You threw your head back and nearly screamed at the foreign pleasure, but Damon still wasn’t satisfied. his fingers curled upwards inside of you, reaching that forbidden place that sent you reeling. you gasped and arched your back up into him as Damon coaxed more blood from you. “Damon!!! I-I’m gonna!!!!...”

your breathing became heavier and heavier as you felt a coil in your stomach tighten with each stroke of Damon's tongue, every curl of his fingers. He hummed into your aching pussy sending the vibrations through your core and all the way through your body. his fingers were pumping rapidly inside of you while he hungrily lapped at your dripping opening. he looked up and you looked down, when both of your eyes met, your orgasm rained over you and your release drained everything from your body.

Damon stood smirking, licking the taste of you off this lips and looking down at your quivering and entirely spent body.

“best meal I’ve ever had” Damon winked.

#TVD #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #smut

[foilfreak]

(LOL JK, I WROTE BOTH CHAPTERS IN LIKE 4 HOURS. NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM!) Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 6

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

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“SALLY!!!” Angie greets in a cheerfully aggressive way, flying out from nowhere and knocking Salvatore to the ground as he heaves his way up the path toward the Beneviento estate.

“G-good evening… A-Angie… is D-Donna… home? I-I’d like to… t-to speak w-with her” Salvatore asks, somehow not even surprised by the fact that he was currently looking up at the darkening sky as the spastic porcelain doll his sister communicated through frantically flew in circles around him, like a small child who’d been given too much candy all at once.

“Hahaha, ya, she’s here. We saw you coming up the hill, so she should be waiting for you inside” Angie answers, giggling to herself as she slowly levitates up into the air, staring at Salvatore all the while. “This better be worth our time, Sally-boy, or you’ll owe us a huge favor, you got it?” The matrimonially dressed doll croons before frantically taking off toward the house without waiting to see if Salvatore was following, laughing maniacally all the while.

“I-I’ll k-keep that in m-mind…” Salvatore mumbles under his breath, flipping himself upright from the prone position in which he’d landed on his back. Picking himself off the ground, Salvatore took a deep breath, hoping that Donna was in a good enough mood to give him what he needed, before finally following after Angie.

“DONNA! SALLY’S COME FOR A VISIT. I DON’T KNOW WHY, THOUGH!” is what Salvatore hears Angie scream just as he hobbles through the front door of the estate, the Beneviento home looking just as dark and empty, save for all the doll’s of course, as the last time he was here.

“Tores,” Donna greets simply, appearing out of nowhere behind the hooded man, much like her doll had done just moments earlier.

“D-Donna! Y-you’re looking w-well” Salvatore greets back, fiddling nervously in front of the younger woman, his inability to read her expression due to the presence of her black veil causing the deformed man to sweat anxiously, despite both Angie and Donna’s use of their familiar nicknames for him. “How a-are you d-doing? H-have you m-met… your g-gift yet?”

“I have” the veiled woman answers simply, after a long moment of silence, turning her gaze to the other room, where some ornate chairs, a coffee table, and a couch sit in close proximity to one another, creating a delightfully cozy area to host party guests, if such things were to ever actually grace a house such as the Beneviento’s. Currently the only thing the sitting area hosted was a tall, grim looking man, dressed entirely in black, with a pale, gaunt face, and long, unkempt black hair that fell gracefully upon his sleeping face.

“All he’s done since he got here a few hours ago is sleep and stare off into space” Angie whispers quietly to Salvatore. “Donna says he’s just resting and adjusting to being out of the pod for an extended period of time, but I'm starting to think he might just be brain dead.”

“I take it you have met your gift as well?” Donna says suddenly, regaining Salvatore’s attention just as she motions for the deformed man to follow her out of the room and away from the still-sleeping man in the other room.

“U-uuuuuh… y-yes… yes I’ve m-met mine… th-that’s… actually th-the reason w-why I’m… h-here…” Salvatore stutters nervously, as he hobbles behind the younger woman, struggling to keep up as Donna effortlessly floats through the confusing maze of the Beneviento estate.

“Hahaha, keep up, ugly, or I’ll make you test one of my puzzles before entertaining your little request” Angie giggles sadistically as she flies past Salvatore’s shoulder and zooms down the hallway to the left. Hoping that Donna wasn’t purposefully trying to trick him so that Angie could make good on her threat, Salvatore books it down the hall, breathing a sigh of relief when he catches up with Donna just as the funeral clad woman enters her personal quarters.

“I’m sorry for the sudden change in location, but I wanted to give your concerns my full attention without fear of waking Antxon from his slumber” Donna apologized once Salvatore had closed the door to her workshop behind him, removing her veil from her head and placing the ornate head covering on its designated stand, revealing the large, veiny tumors that grew from her right eye to the deformed man. Smiling kindly at Salvatore as the deformed man removes his hood.

“N-no worries” Salvatore assures, lowering his hood to reveal the array of bulbous growths that grew along the front and back of his neck. “I’m j-just glad you… h-have s-some time to h-help me.”

“Of course, it's not a problem at all, Sal. At least, not after the incredible favor you did for me, it isn’t. I didn’t know what I was going to do when that huge storm we had last year broke parts of the waterfall off and flooded the house. I thought I was about to lose everything all over again before you came in and diverted the water flow back down the opposite side of the cliff. The fact that it’s a little late in the evening means nothing if I can repay you for saving what remains of my home” Donna says kindly, a beautiful smile spreading across her face.

Salvatore giggled and looked away in embarrassment, unused to being praised so heavily, even by Donna, the sweetest and calmest of Salvatore’s younger siblings. But regardless of that fact, yes, it’s true, Salvatore is, in fact, the reason why the Beneviento estate still stands proudly, if a bit dilapidated, on the cliff it had been built upon however many centuries ago by Donna’s ancestors. After a large summer storm knocked out several of the rocks that had previously ensured the waterfall pointed parallel to the house, the flow of water was forced to change due to the presence of a new hole through which water could, and did, flow heavily through.

Donna was practically paralyzed from her hysterical sobbing when Salvatore finally arrived with a potential solution to the slow but agonizing destruction of her childhood home. Angie was all but convulsing madly on the ground just a few feet away, a sickeningly humorous display of the debilitating fear and madness that was flying around inside Donna’s brain at that moment. Shockingly, Salvatore’s potential solution, to open up a new, larger hole on the opposite side of the cliff that would hopefully divert the flow of water away from the Beneviento house, ended up being exactly what was needed to solve the problem.

A couple of powerful swings of the tail of his much larger, much stronger fully-mutated form had the rock on the other side of the cliff falling away like small pebbles, allowing the river water to burst forth from the brand new opening. The hole through which water had been escaping onto Donna’s property slowly drained itself of water before stopping altogether, the waterfall having been successfully diverted to the opposite side of the cliff side, saving the Beneviento home from previously certain destruction.

If it weren’t for how understandably distressed and thankful Donna had been due to the results of the situation, Salvatore would have been just a bit annoyed by how frantically she sobbed while insisting upon paying the deformed man back for his kind services. Salvatore didn’t really see the need. He was more than happy to help Donna out with her problem, but he didn’t do it with the intention of getting a favor or payment out of the younger woman. Sure, it would be nice if, because Salvatore did something nice for Donna out of the kindness of his heart, Donna was willing to extend the same kindness to him when he called out for assistance, but that had never been his intention.

He wasn’t Karl, after all.

Regardless, Donna had been insistent that Salvatore may call upon her for whatever he may need in the future, and it would appear as though today was the day that he would be able to take advantage of Donna’s kind offer.

“I-It was n-nothing… I a-assure you… I was… h-happy to do it f-for you… b-but since… y-you offered to d-do something… for m-me… in return f-for what I did… I-I figured I’d… make u-use… of i-it…” Salvatore trails off, hoping he wasn’t imposing too much upon his sister. He knows she said he could ask anything of her, but even someone as talented and powerful as Donna had her limits. The deformed man can only hope that Donna will be able to assist him this time just like she has many times before.

“Of course. What is it that I can do for you? If you’re looking for manual labor of some kind, I’d certainly be willing to lend you as much of a hand as possible, but unfortunately my true skills lie in only a few areas, so I apologize if I prove to not be much help in the long run” Donna says bluntly, though her unintentionally self-deprecating speech is quickly shut down by Salvatore.

“N-no no, not a-at all… I’m w-well aware of… w-where your s-skills lie… and th-that’s why… I’ve c-come to you f-for this” Salvatore explains hurriedly. “I-I need… a dress.”

“A dress?” Donna asks, the rise of her left eyebrow revealing just how much Salvatore’s request had shocked her.

“Y-yes” Salvatore nods his head. “A d-dress… f-for a very beautiful y-young… young woman…” the deformed man says, trailing off as his cheeks begin to burn from outright embarrassment of his own words. How much more desperate and pathetic could he possibly sound?

Donna merely chuckled at the older man’s sudden bashful behavior. “Oh? So you’d like a dress commissioned for your gift would you? Well, isn’t that sweet.”

Salvatore turns away as his whole body burns with shameful embarrassment. Now, it wasn’t as though the deformed man wasn’t comfortable around Donna to talk about these sorts of things, but Salvatore wasn’t nearly as close with Donna as he was with Karl, so a part of the mutant man couldn’t help but wither slightly as the black clad woman’s soft laughs slowly came to a stop.

“Forgive my rudeness, I don’t mean to make you feel bad by laughing at you. I actually think your idea to give your gift a gift of her own is quite smart and charming. Are you looking to woo your gift, Tores?” Donna teases goodnaturedly, using her nickname for him to boot, as she walks over to a nearby drawer and begins pulling out fabrics of various colors and materials, gently placing them all out on the table in the middle of the room for Salvatore to see.

“I-I don’t k-know about… th-that… I th-think I’ll just be h-happy if…i-if we can at l-least… be f-friends.”

“But you would like more?” Donna asks knowingly, smoothing the fabrics out.

Salvatore let's his gaze fall to the floor as he fiddles with the leather bracelet on his left wrist, grimacing as selfishly filthy and domestic thoughts begin to fill the deformed man’s mind, twisted visions of tender embraces, brutal love making, and soft, loving kisses shared in a bed filled with so many children; his children; their children, scattered here, there, and everywhere across the warmth and safety of their nest, filling in every space not currently occupied by either of their parents. Surrounded inside and out by the love of the family he’d never allowed himself to dream of before. Not that Salvatore's sick and disgusting mind could ever come up with an image as pure and wholesome as this one on its own.

“I-I would… I’d l-like… a g-great deal m-more… th-than I’ll p-probably ever b-be worth… b-but I can’t h-help it… she’s just s-so… so… sh-she’s everything I’ve ever w-wanted in life… and s-still someh-how s-so much more… I h-haven’t been able to… t-to stop th-thinking about h-her… since I f-first laid eyes u-upon her… I-I want to g-give her… e-everything… I w-want to be h-her everything… i d-dont know… if it’ll e-ever work… b-but a p-part of me can’t help b-but… can’t help but w-want to try… just t-to see if m-maybe… maybe… i-it could?” Salvatore admits somberly after a few moments of silence.

Donna hums in understanding, remaining silent as she continues to gather up her supplies. After a few more moments of searching, the younger woman finally sits at the large sewing table, turning to Salvatore as she picks up a thick and luxurious looking silk material, dyed the color of bright red blood, a small smile on her face. “Well, if you’re planning on winning your gift’s affections through the use of gifts, then we’d better make sure we make her a gift worth falling in love over, yes?”

Salvatore gasps in excitement as he realizes what Donna’s words really mean. She’ll help him make a dress that he can gift to Nadine!

“O-oh thank you… th-thank you, thank y-you, thank you thank you thank you!” Salvatore praises, grabbing Donna’s hand and shaking it excitedly between them.

Donna chuckles in amused fondness. “But of course! Anything for an older brother as reliable and helpful as you! Now, the actual construction of this dress will, unfortunately, take some time, if you are looking for something fancy and luxurious, that is. There’s also the issue of measurements, as the dress will need to be custom fit to your gift’s unique frame if you want it to look the way it's supposed to. However, if you’re in a rush and would like something to give her today, I could throw something suitable together for just the time being. It won’t be the final version of course, but she'll at least have something to wear while I work on the real dress in secret. Does that sound like an agreeable plan, Tores?” Donna asks, folding her hands in front of her, making her look very professional and serious.

Salvatore nods his head. “Yes, th-that’ll be j-just fine! I’ll l-leave the d-design of the d-dress… u-up to you, D-Donna… I t-trust your e-expertise… h-however if y-you do h-have… something… th-that I could g-give Nadine t-today… then th-that would be a-amazing… as well…”

“Nadine” Donna repeats slowly, smiling again. “What a pretty name that is? Which one is she?”

“Th-the blue one… w-with white… f-freckles… an-and fins.”

“Ah yes, I remember now. Mother Miranda spoke quite poorly of that particular subject. Said she was an absolute menace, if I recall. What do you think of her?” The black clad woman asks, curiously.

Salvatore shrugs his shoulders. “I-I’ve not m-met her officially… yet… I g-got nervous an-and hid… under some c-crates… when she f-first woke up… b-but she seems… surprisingly… m-mild mannered and calm… as f-far as I c-can… as far as I can t-tell.”

“I see” Donna says, “well that sounds interesting. Though… why were you hiding under crates, again?”

“... I-I don’t w-want to talk about i-it” Salvatore mutters softly, the embarrassed heat returning when Donna chuckles at his behavior.

“Oh, don’t worry, Tores, you know I’d never judge you about something like this. Were you afraid she’d hate you when she saw you? Is that why you hid?”

Oh, Donna, sweet, kind, wonderful, omnipotently all-knowing Donna. How Salvatore hated her ability to read him like yesterday’s newspaper.

“M… maybe…” Salvatore hesitantly admits, before a thought crossed his mind.

“W-were… were you… w-wearing your veil… f-for the same r-reason… Donna?” Salvatore asks, realization causing his eyes to grow wide as he looked up at the younger woman, a soft chuckle escaping her in response.

“I suppose you could say that” Donna breathes. “I know my… mutation, isn’t nearly as bad or even life altering as yours were, but… I simply can’t handle the looks of pity, disgust, and fear that the villagers leveled me with whenever I dared leave my home. Not like you can at least.”

“I-I don’t know… i-if I’d call what I-I do… ‘handling’... I-I try to hide m-myself away… j-just as much as y-you do, Donna” Salvatore interjects, taking a step forward and reaching out to take the younger woman’s hand in his own, a comforting gesture is what Salvatore hopes it comes across as.

“I suppose… but at least you feel a sense of comfort and confidence whenever you’ve lured someone into your reservoir. You have the home advantage and are capable of utilizing and manipulating your surroundings to best fit your needs. Whenever someone enters my home however… well, let's just say the comfort of a home field advantage isn’t enough to soothe my mind of the constant worries and anxieties that come with having a total stranger in my home.”

Ah, so that’s what this was about. Salvatore was more than aware of Donna’s uneasy and traumatic upbringing, as well as how much more damage her cadou mutation did to her as well, both physically and mentally. Unlike Karl however, Donna at least had the distinct advantage of being an adult when her mutations took place, but this didn’t really end up doing very much for her in the end, only shoving the already reclusive young woman even further into her grief stricken shell.

It had taken Salvatore no shortage of effort and time to slowly but surely work his way past the hard exterior of Donna’s shell, slowly convincing her to open up until she was comfortable enough around him to both hold a conversation for longer than 5 minutes, as well as take her veil off in his presence, a gesture that Salvatore honored by removing the hood of his cloak as well. Since warming up to him however, Donna has proved to be a valuable, if difficult to get a hold of, figure in Salvatore’s life, and the deformed man was proud to call such a talented and pleasant young woman his younger sister. Even Donna herself would admit to greatly enjoying the times when the deformed man would go out of his way to pay her a visit, if only to sob about the latest romance film he’d watched while she worked on her personal projects.

In the years that they’ve had to get to know each other, Salvatore is proud to say that he’s managed to learn quite a few more personal things about Donna, and one of those things happens to be the fact that Donna hates nothing more in this entire world than random strangers in her house.

“I-Is this… about h-him?” Salvatore asks, knowing Donna knew exactly who he was talking about, despite having turned her head away so the unhooded man couldn’t read her expression.

A gentle squeeze of the hand has Donna talking. “I just… don’t know what to do with him. Mother Miranda gave us these gifts but didn’t tell us what we were supposed to use them for, other than “whatever we want”. But what if I never wanted a gift in the first place? What if I don’t want to have to tiptoe around my own damn home just so that some poor sap doesn’t have the daylights scared out of him the second he sees me?” Donna laments, sighing heavily in frustration and fear. “From what I’ve hear, your gift sounds like an absolute madwoman, so at least you’ll have something interesting to look at even if she rejects you. All mine had done all day is sleep and look like he left his brain behind in the pod. What on earth am I supposed to do with a brain dead body? I might as well give him to Heisenberg as an early birthday present.”

“W-well… I don’t k-know if I have a-any better of a “ch-chance” with my g-gift as a-anyone else… b-but I do th-think that… if you w-want to have a g-good relationship… o-of some k-kind… with y-your gift… then… m-maybe you need… to be th-the one to r-reach out… reach out an-and try and start it… y-yourself… sh-show him th-that you mean… n-no harm… and that you j-just want companionship and a-acceptance… an-and maybe… maybe if h-he wants… the s-same thing… you can… you can m-make something… out of th-that… m-make things w-work out best f-for the both of y-you… i-in whatever w-way works b-best… for the b-both of you… not a-anyone else” Salvatore suggests, feeling like he’s talking entirely out of his ass at the moment, but hoping that Donna, as smart as she was, would be able to get at least something out of his meaningless rambling.

“Hmmm… make things work for us in whatever way works out best for us, huh?” The younger woman asks, though seemingly more to herself than anyone else. “You know what… I think I might just give that a try. Thank you, Tores, you’re always such a wealth of knowledge and wisdom!”

“W-well… I c-certainly do my b-best” Salvatore blushes, rubbing the side of his neck happily as Donna giggles and turns her attention back to the fabrics.

“Alright, well, with that emotional conundrum handled, why don’t we finish our conversation about the dress you’d like to eventually give to your gift. I have a few pieces already made lying around that I'm sure will fit her, I’ll just need to shorten them a tad bit, so I'm not as concerned about what you’ll be giving her today as I am about getting an idea of what you’re looking for in the dress you plan on giving to her in the future” Donna says, breaking back into her serious business mode.

With a nod of his head, Salvatore begins describing to Donna the vision he has in his head, both for the dress as well as how it will fit on Nadine’s uniquely structured body.

“Hmmm, that definitely does sound like a challenge” Donna admits once Salvatore has concluded his explanation, “however, I don’t think it will be so difficult that I won’t be able to do it within the next few weeks.”

“S-so, you’ll d-do it?” Salvatore asks, hopefully.

“Yes, I’ve already said that I’d be more than willing to aid you in whatever you needed, but the fact that you’ve come to me with a problem I can solve with my needle and threat just makes me excited to start working. I hope its to your liking once its finally finished!”

“Oh, t-trust me, Donna... I k-know both N-Nadine and I… will be v-very pleased… with th-this dress… once i-its finally f-finished,” Salvatore assures as Donna leads him out the front door of the Beneviento estate, their conversation having concluded and Salvatore still in need of something to go along with the gorgeously pristine white satin nightgown that Donna had given him to gift Nadine until her real dress was ready.

“Well, I certainly hope so,” Donna says kindly. “I’ll do my very best on it, you can rest assured about that, at least. Anyways, I won’t keep you much longer, since you still have quite the night ahead of you it seems. At least, if you’re planning on heading up to see her too, you will.”

Heaving a heavy sigh, Salvatore nods his head solemnly. “Y-yes… I am s-still planning on g-going up to see… Alcina… just to see i-if she has… anything else… I c-could possibly g-give Nadine.”

“Whatever it is, you’ll have to pry it from her like an old rotting tooth, I imagine” Donna comments quietly.

“I-Im afraid you m-might be… b-be right about th-that one” Salvatore laments, though the thought of surprising Nadine with an even more incredible gift than just the satin nightgown filled him with a sudden inexplicable feeling of determination, as though nothing in the world could stop him so long as he had his beautiful Nadine to return to.

“B-but anyways… I w-wont take up… any more of y-your time… th-thank you, Donna… you h-have no idea… how m-much this means to m-me” Salvatore thanks as he begins heading back down the hill.

“You’re welcome, Tores. And who knows, perhaps one day… if things with both our gifts turn out well… we could all get together and share a meal… all of us together?” The black clad woman asks, her hope and apprehension for what the future may hold plain as day in her voice.

Salvatore merely smiles as the younger woman. “I w-would enjoy that g-greatly, Donna… an-and Nadine would a-as well, I think… let’s t-try and… and set s-something up… for after w-we’ve all been g-given some time… to a-adjust to our n-new living s-situations?”

“I think that sounds wonderful, Tores. Have a safe journey, and do let me know if Alcina could please return my large mannequin. Those things are a pain to make myself and yet she never remembers to send them back after she commissions a new dress.”

“Don’t w-worry, Donna” Salvatore chuckles as he hobbles away, beginning to make the rest of the journey toward Castle Dimitrescu along the still-snowy village paths, “I’ll be s-sure to let her k-know!”

“BYE, SALLY! SEE YOU NEXT TIME!” Angie all but screeches as she flies past Donna and crashes into something inside. Salvatore chuckles when he hears the audible sigh from Donna, knowing that she’s about to have her hands more than full, even without her gift factored into the equation.

Oh well... at least it would make for a funny story to hear about later!

So long as Donna survived the whole ordeal, that is.

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