short blurb about you and matt’s first time meeting.
you look beautiful. - frank langdon x f!reader
after months of pining, and the two of you being oblivious. the hospitals charity gala finally gets frank to confess his underlying love to you.
snowed in. - dennis whitaker x f!reader
the blizzard gets bad enough that staff can’t safely leave the hospital, so everyone’s stuck overnight. the ER is quieter than usual for once, lights dimmed, tv humming a lame show, and snow hitting the windows.
patience, and patients. - jack abbot x f!reader
you and dr. jack abbot keep missing the moment to admit your feelings, until one emotional day at work finally brings everything out in the open, and you both realize it was never one-sided.
FORGET ABOUT SMUT. I LOVE IT BUT PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.
Pairing(s): Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Salvatores x Sister!reader
Summary: The real reason you return to Mystic Falls is revealed to your brothers.
Warnings: Emotional Neglect? (on the Salvatore brothers side), Betrayal (duh), Blood, ANGST, Violence, Klaus getting dagger happy, Klaus being incredibly cruel and deranged (normal Klaus behavior), Reader is traumatized (because of Klaus), Reader isn’t really a good person, A lot of neck snapping, Katherine Pierce, Inaccurate historical depictions, Switches between past and present, Some timeline errors and changes, Uses of Y/N, Kol not showing up til like 2k words in, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (what a shock.)
Notes: THIS WAS ORIGINALLY TITLED ‘THE ART OF BETRAYAL’ BEFORE I DECIDED ‘THE DARKNESS’ FIT BETTER!
Reader is ten, turning eleven when she meets Katherine. She isn’t turned into a vampire until she’s 19.
Pizzelles are an Italian cookie. (Yes, this is random. Yes, this is kind of important.)
Canonically Kol was daggered in 1821 because of his lovely iteration of Hamlet, he wasn’t undaggered until 1901. In this, we’ll say he was still daggered in 1821 but was undaggered some time before 1870. Again with the dagger stuff, Rebekah is canonically daggered until 1887 after all the Marcel thing, in this she was undaggered some time before 1870.
And finally, a big thank you to @wholoveseggs for all her support and encouragement while I’ve been writing this because without her, I probably wouldn’t have finished this!
Word Count: 16.3k (goodness gracious)
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been one hundred and forty-six years since you had seen your brothers. Actually, it had been one hundred and forty-six years since they had seen you. You kept tabs on them over the years, always so close but not close enough for them to find you. As far as your brothers were concerned, you were dead and technically you were.
In truth, you didn’t want to see them but you had to. You had to for him.
So here you were, driving past the Mystic Falls welcome sign. Your jaw clenches at the sight of it, you hadn’t been here since 1864. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to turn around, that you didn’t want to be back here, that it was going to hurt you. You shoved the feeling away and continued driving until you reached your destination.
The old Salvatore Boarding House, your old home.
You take a deep breath before walking up to the door. It’s wide open and you can hear Stefan and Damon arguing inside. Your best guess is Stefan tried to walk away from Damon by slamming the door on him and all it did was make Damon angrier and he flung it open.
You followed the yelling to the living room, they were so caught up in their argument that they hadn’t noticed you leaning on the door frame.
“I see you two still fight like cats and dogs… I’m sure this is about some silly girl,” you finally speak up, announcing your presence.
They both immediately stop and look at you.
“Who the hell are you?” Damon asks instantaneously and you couldn’t blame him, the last time he saw you, you were just a kid.
You pout, placing a hand over your heart, “that hurts Damon.”
Letting out a dramatic sigh you place your hands on your hips, “I guess that’s fair though… I mean, it has been a really long time, one hundred and forty-six years in fact and I was just a little kid then.”
“I was about this tall…” you gesture with your hand then gasp, bringing your hand to your mouth, “And the last time we spoke was in this house, in this room!”
Stefan’s eyes widened a bit, his face becoming one of shock and realization, “Y/N?” he whispers.
You smirk and Damon scoffs, “That's not possible, our sister is dead.”
“Well, you’re not wrong about that, though, I believe the proper term is undead—“
You’re cut off by Damon rushing at you, slamming you into the wall, and holding you up by your throat.
“Damon.” Stefan warns.
“This isn’t Y/N, Stefan! It can’t be! This is some sick imposter! I don’t know how they found out… but Y/N… she’s been dead for over a hundred years!”
You knee him in the stomach, causing him to double over and drop you, “Undead.”
Damon grunts, stumbling back but he quickly recovers, “Okay, let’s say you are our sister… Why now, huh?! Why find us now, after a hundred some years?!” he shouts.
You scoff, standing up straight, “Because I saw you both die! I saw father shoot you both dead! You remember that night right? The night you both tried to save Katherine? The night you were turned?”
You paused for a moment, directing your next words to Damon, “The night you told me I wasn’t your sister anymore.”
You knew being back here would be hard, you knew it would hurt. What you didn’t expect was for Damon to seemingly forget everything that happened in 1864. He looked away from you causing you to scoff.
“That woman ruined our family the moment she stepped foot in Mystic Falls.”
1864
Mystic Falls
You stood next to Stefan, rocking back and forth on your heels as you watched the carriage approach.
Your father had told you that a woman was coming to stay with you all, a woman named Katherine Pierce. You were excited for her arrival, you loved Stefan, Damon, and occasionally your father but you were ecstatic to have another girl around.
The carriage opened and two women got out, you followed Stefan down the stairs, standing right next to him.
“You must be Miss Pierce,” your brother says with his hands still behind his back.
Miss Pierce smirks, “Please,” she reaches her hand out for him to take, which he does, “Call me Katherine.”
They stare at each other for a moment, seemingly having a silent conversation before you interrupt, “Hello!”
Katherine seems taken aback by the sudden voice but puts on a smile, “And who might you be?”
“Y/N!”
Stefan chuckles and places his hand onto your shoulder, “This is my little sister, father jokes that she’s my shadow,” your brother teases, “She’d be following Damon around as well but he’s off at war.”
You frown at the mention of your other brother, not noticing the way Katherine’s gaze hardens.
Katherine would grow close with Stefan over the next weeks and unfortunately for you, she made it abundantly clear that she didn’t like you. You couldn’t figure out why but Stefan continually reassured you that Katherine had no problems with you so you tried to let it go.
Then after some time, Damon returned home and you were overjoyed. You had always been close with your brothers, they were practically your only friends. You had been lonely since Katherine had arrived due to Stefan’s infatuation, you hoped now that Damon was back you wouldn’t be so lonely.
“Damon!” you cheered upon seeing him, “Day! You’re back!”
He chuckles, “That I am!”
You rush to hug him which he quickly reciprocates, patting your head. But his gaze focused elsewhere.
“Who is she?” he points.
You turn to see who he’s looking at and sigh, “That is Miss Katherine Pierce, she’s been staying with us for some time now.”
You beckon Damon to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think Stefan may be in love with her.”
Your eldest brother raises a brow and stands up straight, “Hm? Well… I suppose I should introduce myself to our guest…”
Just like that, Damon was infatuated as well. It was as if Katherine was a siren and both your brothers had been tricked by her song.
You watched Katherine as she led on both your brothers, knowing that at least one of them would be getting a broken heart. Though, you had a feeling they’d both end up heartbroken.
The one event that really broke you was when both your brothers were nowhere to be seen on your birthday, and when you did find them it was like they had no idea what the day was.
You hated Katherine, but you weren’t scared of her. Until you saw her true face.
You knew what she was, a vampire. Your father had told you stories about vampires, they’re evil monsters. He told you if you ever even heard whispers of a vampire that you had to tell him and he’d take care of it.
So you told him and he came up with a plan that you would enact within the week.
“What is that delicious smell?” Damon asks as he walks into the kitchen.
You let out a little laugh, “I baked cookies! Would you like one?”
“I’d love one,” Damon takes one of the cookies from the tray, patting your head as he did.
The first step of the plan was complete, now all you had to do was sit back and wait.
It wouldn’t take long for Katherine to come back to the boarding house with Stefan, he goes and sits on the couch while Katherine begins to go upstairs. She turns to give Damon a look and he immediately rushes to follow her up the stairs.
Moments later there’s a scream, followed by shouting from your father, Damon, and some men you don’t know. Stefan is off the couch quickly and at the steps immediately.
Multiple men are dragging Katherine down the stairs while Damon yells at your father. Stefan stands in shock as you reach his side. Katherine is taken out of the house by the men and put into a guarded carriage. Your father holds Damon to the wall as the carriage leaves your home, finally, his eyes land on you and he lets go of Damon, rushing to you, he places a kiss on your head.
“You were right, my dear. You did good.”
With that, he rushes out the door to the carriage, leaving you alone with your brothers.
Stefan’s voice is quiet, “You know what she is…”
“And you told father!” Damon shouts.
“She’s a monster Damon!” you yell.
He scoffs, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re ten! A child!”
Your frown, “My birthday was a month ago Damon… I’m eleven… or have you forgotten?”
“It doesn’t matter! How you could be so cruel… I don't understand… I don’t recognize you… you’re no sister of mine. Not anymore.”
“Damon!” Stefan yells.
Damon shakes his head, shoving past you to the door, “Let’s go Stefan! If we’re quick we can save her!”
And just like that, they rush out of the house without sparring you a second glance. They didn’t know it at the time, but moments later you would run out of the house after them.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
“I never went back home… it wouldn’t be home if you were both dead... So I ran and ran and didn’t look back… I travelled all over… never staying in one place for too long.”
Stefan steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug and you allow him too. It had been a century since you had hugged anyone, you almost forgot how to. He pulls away to get a better look at your face, how you’ve grown since he last saw you.
“How old are you? Physically?”
“It’s rude to ask a woman’s age, Stef…” you giggle before giving an actual answer, “Nineteen, I was turned in 1872… which I guess makes me your big sister.”
He chuckles, “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Damon crosses his arms, “How’d you turn?”
“Willingly, if that’s what you’re asking… my boyfriend at the time turned me, we wanted to spend forever together.”
“Ironic, sounds a lot like my story with Katherine.”
You furrow your brows, “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying, you’re a hypocrite.”
You scoff and Damon takes that as his signal to continue, “Where is this boyfriend of yours now?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“Dead.” you lie.
“I’m sorry Y/N,” Stefan smiles softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.
Suddenly, the floorboards creak causing all of you to look at the sound. There she stood, Elena Gilbert.
“Oh… I’m sorry I didn’t realize you had company…” She clears her throat, “Uh… Stefan, you called me?”
Thinking quickly, you speed away from Stefan and slam the girl into the wall. You weren’t dumb, you knew who she was and you knew she wasn’t Katherine but your brothers didn’t know that you knew. Everything would be fine as long as you didn’t kill her, he wouldn’t mind if she was roughed up a bit.
“You keep the bitch around?! After everything?!”
Stefan and Damon sped to your side, Damon ripping you away from her.
You scoff, “You still protect her!”
“This isn’t Katherine,” Stefan says before pulling Elena to him, the girl holding her throat.
“Looks exactly like her!”
Damon rolls his eyes, pulling you farther away, “We know. We have eyes. It’s weird, some weird, freaky nature thing but she’s not Katherine. Smell her, she’s human.”
You turn your attention to Stefan and Elena who are both looking at you, waiting for your next move. Stefan is ready to jump in front of Elena to save her, you almost roll your eyes but resist, this would be like 1864 all over again.
You walk over to them, slowly, tilting your head at Elena.
“I’m Elena…Elena Gilbert.”
You give her a half smile, “Y/N. Sorry.”
You hold out your hand for her to take, which she does after looking at Stefan to make sure you were safe.
“This happens a lot, you’d be surprised…”
“No, I wouldn’t be. Katherine’s a bitch. A lot of people want her dead,” you pause, “Consider getting a tattoo on your forehead,” you brush your pointer finger and thumb across your forehead, “‘Not Katherine’.”
Elena giggles, “In size forty font.”
You crack a smile, she seemed sweet, you almost felt bad about what was going to happen, almost.
“You’re a friend of Stefan and Damon’s?”
“I’m their sister,” you smirk, chuckling at the shocked expression on her face.
“Our sister who we thought was dead up until about five minutes ago,” Damon adds, still suspicious of you.
“I didn’t know you were alive either until I heard rumors from some vampires that fled from here…” another lie.
Stefan and Damon share a look and you look between them, “What?” You ask.
“The tomb vampires.”
Stefan pats your back, “C’mon, we got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Well, this is lovely but are we going to discuss what we’re here for?” A new voice cuts in, she looks familiar but you can’t quite place her.
Elena on the other hand looks terrified, “You…”
“Like he said, a lot of catching up to do,” the woman smiles.
You all sat down in the living room while the woman who you learned to be Rose began to pace back and forth while speaking, “Okay, you have to understand, I only know what I’ve picked up over the years- and I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. That’s the problem with all this vampire crap but Klaus I know is real.”
You keep your expression neutral, you had been told the story of Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce as you knew her and how she escaped her death by Klaus and Elijah both. That’s why this woman was familiar, she had played a role in the escape.
“Who is he?” Elena asks.
Damon speaks up, “He’s one of the originals. He’s a legend,” he widens his eyes for dramatic flair.
”From the first generation of vampires,” Stefan gestures with his glass.
“Like Elijah?”
Rose sighs, dropping her shoulders, “No, Elijah is the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He’s a foot soldier, Klaus is the real deal.”
You look down to hide the smile on your face, Elijah? The Easter Bunny? Now that was a funny joke.
“Klaus is known to be the oldest…” Stefan adds and that almost makes you giggle.
“So…” Elena begins, “You're saying the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?”
Well, not the oldest.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Damon sighs, standing up, “No, what they’re saying is, I mean, if what she’s saying is true—“
“Which it is,” Rose cuts in.
“—And you’re not just saying this so we don’t kill you…”
“Which I’m not.”
Damon sighs, “Then… we’re looking at a solid maybe?”
“Look,” Stefan says, going to sit next to Elena, “Elijah’s dead so no one else even knows you exist.”
This makes you look up, unless these idiots found a white oak stake, Elijah was not dead, he was simply resting and he’d be pissed when he got back. You only hoped that he’d stay clear of you, you still held a soft spot for the man and you didn’t want to rat him out, but you would if you had to.
“Not that you know of,” Rose adds.
“That’s not helping…” Damon mutters.
“I’ve never even met anyone who has laid eyes on him, we’re talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction!” Stefan argues, “For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bedtime story…” he looks at Elena, trying to reassure her that she’s safe.
Rose scoffs, “He’s real and he doesn’t give up. If he wants something, he gets it.” Well ain’t that the truth.
“If you’re not afraid of Klaus then you’re an idiot.” Rose adds. Also true.
“Well, what about you little sister?” Damon asks, gesturing to you, “You ever heard of Klaus?”
“No.” Yes. “I doubt he’s even real.” He’s very real.
“You mentioned you traveled a lot,” Stefan looks at you, “You’ve never heard of the original vampires?”
“Never.”
1870
New Orleans
You had showered off all of the blood, trying to rid yourself of the horrible memory. Why was it that vampires seemed to be everywhere you went? And now you were staying in a house with not one, but four vampires.
Sighing, you get out of the shower and change into the outfit Elijah had provided for you, it was a simple night gown, reaching past your knees. You find your way to the guest room that Elijah had shown you and curl into the bed, unable to sleep. You stay in that position all night, not getting even a wink of rest.
When morning comes, you make your way downstairs to the living room, “Elijah?” you call out softly, knowing that he’d be able to hear even the faintest of whispers.
There’s a whoosh behind you causing you to spin around on your heel, expecting to see Elijah but you don’t. A man stands by the couch, smirking.
”I see my brother has taken to copying me. Bringing home his very own charity case,” the man announces as he drops down on the couch to sit, urging you to sit down as well, you do in fear of upsetting him.
You fidget with your hands out of nervousness and he cracks a smile.
“No need to be scared, love. I’m Klaus…” he holds a hand out for you to take and you do, rather reluctantly.
When you don’t say anything, he continues, “Did my brother say something about me?”
You shake your head, “No, not you.”
“Oh? Not me? Did he say anything about my other siblings, do tell me. I’m just dying to know.”
You look around the room before turning back to him, “He said I should be careful around Kol…”
“Ah, my little brother, yes, he can be quite reckless… and rather… insatiable…”
“Are you talking badly about me to our new guest?” a voice that you assume belongs to Kol fills the room.
Klaus clicks his tongue, holding back a laugh, “No, no, little brother. Simply warning the girl of your tendencies…”
Kol scoffs, before leaning over the back of the couch, his chin practically touching your shoulder as he whispers to you, “Don’t listen to him, darling… or Elijah for that matter.”
You jump a bit and tilt your head away from him, inadvertently giving the vampire easy access to your neck. He chuckles and surprisingly, leans away.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Kol! Elijah already said you’re to leave her alone!” a blonde girl comes bouncing into the room, pulling Kol further away from you.
In a flash she’s in front of you, holding her hand out for you to take, “I’m Rebekah! It’ll be nice to have another girl around!”
She then looks you up and down, taking in your current outfit, “Now this just won’t do, come now,” she reaches her other hand out for you and when you take it she pulls you off of the couch.
She quickly begins to pull you towards the stairs just as Elijah comes back into the room, he sighs upon seeing you and his sister.
“Do not overwhelm the poor girl, Rebekah.”
“Relax Elijah, I’m only going to get her a change of clothes… and we must do something with this hair!” she twirls a piece of your hair.
And with that, Rebekah practically drags you up to her room.
“Sit.” she guides you to a vanity chair, “You’ve got gorgeous features but this hair… this dress… they are not doing you any favors…”
Your face flushes, “Oh, I haven’t had much money for clothing let alone food… It's been hard to find work and I never really learned how to do my own hair… my brother used to do it for me and he’d allow me to braid his… I just can’t seem to do so when it’s my own head.”
Rebekah smiles softly, “You needn’t worry, I have plenty of options for you!” she rushes to her closet, opening it to reveal a plethora of different dresses.
She holds up a gown with a bit of lace detailing that goes up to the neck, “This will do nicely. Much better than this night gown…” she says as she brushes the sleeve of the dress you currently wore.
She hands you the gown, “Go now,” she points to the bathrooom, “get dressed and I’ll do your hair!”
You do as she says and come back, having her help you tie the back.
“Now, let’s fix this hair.” she pushes you back down into the chair, “Would you like a braid?”
You nod, “That would be lovely…”
Rebekah hums, “You said your brother used to do your hair… Where is he now?”
Your eyes widen a bit before you look down, “Oh, uhm, he’s dead… That’s why I ran from home…”
“You’re a runaway?”
You crack a smile, trying to be as confident as possible, “Was my ratty appearance and lack of cash not enough to give that away?”
Rebekah chuckles, “I suppose… were you always poor?” she asks, nonchalantly.
“Oh Heavens no. My family was very wealthy… the wealthiest family in our town. My father was a landowner.”
“You didn’t think to take any money before running?” She raises a brow.
“I was only eleven at the time and had just witnessed… something awful…” you take a deep breath, you hadn’t ever spoken about this out loud, “I needed to get away.”
Rebekah frowns, dropping your hair, “Elijah said you’re seventeen, you’ve been on your own for six years?”
You nod and Rebekah’s frown deepens, “That’s a long time to be alone… that must have been awful.”
“I’ve managed,” you shrug, “I went back once, a week after I had left when I got second thoughts… I found out that my father had also passed. I came across a newspaper, they believed that someone had killed my father and taken me…”
“He was killed?”
You hum, and Rebekah picks up your hair again.
“Did they ever catch his killer?”
“No… but I have a suspicion it was a vampire.”
“Why would you think that?” she asks as she finishes your braid.
“His head was nearly ripped off.”
A few days later, Klaus found you. Elijah was dealing with other matters so he wasn’t there to monitor his brother's behavior.
You were alone when he found you, in the kitchen. Baking was something that you enjoyed doing at your old home and after running away you hadn’t been able to. Elijah welcomed you to use the kitchen and bake whatever you’d like, saying he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable during your stay.
“Not too broken up about your father being murdered?”
The sudden voice causes you to jump, spilling the cup of sugar you were holding.
“You startled me,” you sigh, beginning to clean up the sugar.
“You’re easy to frighten,” in a second, Klaus is directly next to you, making you yelp, he smirks, “Now answer the question.”
“What?”
“Your father…” he practically circles you, “You think a vampire killed him? You didn’t seem too sad about it.”
“I… it was six years ago… wait, you were listening when I was talking to Rebekah?”
Klaus hums, “Six years is not that long,” he ignores your question, besides, you already knew the answer. “Well, to a vampire at least. I suppose I could buy that if your heart wasn’t racing.”
You let out a breath, “Klaus—“
“Yes yes, I know Elijah has told you to stay clear of me even if you deny it…”
“That’s not—“
“You didn’t like your father!” he exclaims, making your eyes widen, “I’ve figured it out, huh? What was so awful about the man? Do tell.”
You scowl, you knew you shouldn’t mouth off to the vampires but Klaus was testing your patience, “Not that it’s any of your business but, he… he killed my brothers.”
“Brothers? Plural? Interesting, you only mentioned one to Rebekah. You’re lying to us now?”
“I- No! I only mentioned the one that did my hair! I didn’t lie!”
“Withholding the truth then,” he smirks.
You sigh, “Elijah knows everything already, I’ve told him everything. I haven’t lied, both my brothers fell for a vampire- my father got involved…” tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, “…he ended up killing them both… I assume the vampire- that she got away, that she killed my father… that’s why I’ve been alone.” tears begin to stain your cheeks.
You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes when the door opens. Klaus has a sheepish expression when Elijah enters the room.
“Niklaus,” he practically hisses, “What did you do?”
“Nothing! I simply asked the girl a few questions!”
Elijah narrows his eyes, “I’m sure.”
You went upstairs and stayed there for the rest of the day, trying to avoid everyone. You were deep in thought when Kol’s voice startled you.
“My brother made you cry? He does tend to have that effect on women.”
Kol chuckles, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe of the room Elijah has you staying in. Your eyes widen and you turn your back to him, probably not your best move considering he’s a vampire but Elijah had told you to stay away. It was bad enough that you had spoken to him earlier but at least then his siblings were around, now you truly were alone.
“Like I said darling, you needn't be scared.”
“Elijah told me not to speak with you, he wouldn’t have told me that for no reason.”
Kol scoffs, “He’s always so dramatic.”
You don’t respond and Kol sighs, “I’ll go if you want, I simply wanted to make sure Nik didn’t upset you too badly… you’re too pretty to be upset over him.”
You blush, he sounds genuine but you couldn’t trust it. You also didn’t want to upset Elijah, he was the one who was giving you a home after all. He could easily kick you out and back onto the street to fend for yourself.
“I’d just like to be left alone… please.”
You hummed mindlessly in the kitchen, swaying while you baked. It had been three months since the Mikaelsons had allowed you into their home, Elijah promised he would find you your own home soon enough but he had been so busy with other duties.
You didn’t mind, you had grown used to living in their home. Ironically, living in the house of deadly original vampires had been the safest you had ever felt. The Mikaelsons had completely changed your opinion of vampires in just a few, short months. Rebekah had become a close friend of yours, Klaus had stopped his frequent questioning and began to see you as a friend (he never apologized but you knew he felt bad when he gifted you a necklace), and Kol… well… Kol was complicated.
After he had checked on you that day, you became curious about him. Elijah’s warnings only did so much to curb your curiosity. At first you had listened, avoided Kol at all costs but there was just something about him that kept pulling you in.
You would often find your mind wandering back to him. His face, his hair, his eyes, his cheshire-like grin…
Kol was determined to get you to break your walls down, he would find you all the time, whether you were painting like Nik had taught you, braiding your hair like Rebekah, or even just laying in your bed. He would find you and you’d just chat.
You brought up Kol to Elijah once, you wanted to know what was so horrible about him because when he was with you, he was sweet. Elijah wouldn’t give you a clear answer, just reminded you that he was dangerous. You wouldn’t mention how much time you had begun to spend with Kol to Elijah, in fear of making him upset.
But he found out, just like you knew he would.
“Miss Y/N, may I speak with you?” Elijah asks as he enters the kitchen.
You turn to look at him, just having finished the dough for the cookies you were making, “Of course, Elijah.”
“I notice you have become quite close with Kol as of late.”
You gulp, looking down, feeling guilty, Elijah had asked one thing of you and you weren’t even able to do that.
“I’m sorry, I know I—“
Elijah holds up his hand to silence you, “Please.”
You let out a shaky breath and Elijah lowers his hand, “I’ve never seen my little brother care for someone like he cares for you… especially after such a short amount of time. You… you’re good for him. He’s changed… so no more of this sneaking around like children,” he waves his hand to gesture around.
Your face flushes, “Oh we’re not… we’re just… we’re not together…”
Elijah smirks, giving you a knowing look, “I never said anything about a relationship.”
1871
New Orleans
“What are you reading?” Kol asks as he drops onto the couch, sitting next to you.
“Frankenstein,” you hum, not bothering to look up from the book, turning a page.
Kol nods, “I’ve heard of that one…”
You two sit in silence for a moment before Kol sighs dramatically. You close your eyes, composing yourself when Kol sighs again. You mark your page and close the book, finally turning to look at him.
“What Kol?”
He shrugs, “I’m bored.”
“Bored?”
“Very.”
You sigh, “Can I at least finish my chapter before we go off to cause whatever chaos you have planned?”
Kol rolls his eyes, “Fine,” he draws out the word.
Just as you’re about to pick up the book again, Kol drops his head into your lap, laying across the couch.
You tense up immediately, “Kol. What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to finish your chapter, darling,” he mumbles, “Your thighs are very comfortable.”
You sigh, forcing yourself to relax, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his touch or him being this close, it was that it made you nervous. You were falling for Kol, you knew you were and every touch, no matter how small, made you nervous. Touching was common with Kol, you had a feeling it was how he showed affection.
It didn’t take long for you to finish your chapter, “Kol,” you say quietly but get no response.
Your brows furrow and you look closer at him in your lap, he was breathing evenly, his eyes closed. He was asleep. He looked peaceful, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked innocent and angelic.
You weighed your options, you could wake him up and put distance between the two of you… or you could let him sleep, curled in your lap, while you read another chapter.
You decided on the second option and it definitely had nothing to do with the fact you wanted to keep him so close.
It was calm, everything about the moment was so domestic. You wished you could stay here forever, reading a novel while an original vampire laid asleep on you as you brushed your fingers through his hair.
Unfortunately, no nice thing could last.
The door to the compound flung open, angry footsteps filling the silence.
“Niklaus, wait a moment. Let us think about this.”
“There is nothing to think about!”
Kol tenses in your lap at the loud voices, stirring in his sleep. He sits up, forcing the sleep from his eyes.
Klaus enters the living room, glaring daggers at you. You don’t seem to pick up on his angry gaze, “Did you get it?” you ask excitedly.
You had mentioned a few weeks ago that your mother had a cookbook that contained all of your family's recipes. After she died, the book remained in the study of the boarding house. You were sad, you wanted the book back because you couldn’t remember any of the recipes and Elijah had offered to go get it for you.
You told him not to be ridiculous and that he’d have to travel the whole way to Mystic Falls to get it, he seemed to tense a bit at the name but insisted nonetheless. So you told him about the boarding house and where he would find it, Klaus insisted on accompanying him.
“Yes.” Klaus answers coldly, dropping the book onto the coffee table.
You squeal and lean forward grabbing the book, “Thankyou!” you begin to flip through it, “You have no idea how much this means to me…” you look up, trailing off when you finally notice the look on Klaus’ face.
“We found something else too,” his tone is detached as he tosses a picture onto the coffee table.
You recognized the photo instantly, it had been taken shortly after Katherine arrived in Mystic Falls. It was of you, Stefan, and Katherine. The three of you had smiles on your faces, though, it was obvious Katherine’s was fake.
“Her,” he points to Katherine.
“What?”
“Don't play dumb with me,” Klaus practically growls, “This is the vampire you mentioned?”
You gulp, nodding, “I- yes, that’s Katherine…”
“Katherine?” Elijah muses, “Is that the name she’s using now?”
You didn’t miss the subtle way that Kol slid forward on the couch, or the way he placed his hand on your thigh, attempting to hide you behind his arm, to shield you from Klaus’ fury.
“Where is she?” Klaus keeps his gaze locked onto you.
“I don’t know… I haven’t seen her since I ran from home…”
Kol squeezes your thigh to try and calm you down, to reassure you that he wouldn’t let Klaus hurt you even if he tried. You were grateful for him and Elijah, Klaus was impulsive at times, especially if he thought he was being betrayed.
After a considerable amount of time, Klaus had calmed down. He and Elijah explained the story of Katerina to you, how she had escaped her death, and how Klaus wanted her to be scared before he killed her. How he wanted her to suffer.
Just like last time, Klaus didn’t apologize, the day after you found three books on your nightstand, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and Les Miserables.
A few weeks had passed since the Mikaelsons found out about your history with Katherine. And you all went on with life like nothing had happened, Klaus would occasionally ask about Katherine and you would always answer his questions. Katherine was why your brothers were dead. Katherine was the reason you hated vampires. And the Mikaelsons were the reason you didn’t anymore.
“My mother used to make these when I was little… this is actually her recipe- well, my great grandmother's recipe,” you tell Kol as he watches you close the pizzelle iron.
He hums, reaching for one that’s cooling, “In all my life, I’ve never had one of these…”
Your eyes light up, “Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask you this! I know you eat my baked goods… but does human food actually taste good to you?”
Kol tilts his head, “I’ve told you numerous times, darling, you’re an excellent baker…”
“But that’s not what I asked, I wish to know if you enjoy them…”
“Your treats are delectable… as are you,” Kol flirts, leaning closer.
Your face heats up at his comment, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Kol Mikaelson.”
“No?” he raises a brow, his face just inches from yours.
“Well, maybe somewhere…” you whisper, your gaze flickers to his lips.
He smirks, “And where would that be?”
“You tell me…”
The tension between the two of you was thick, it had been for a few months now but nothing had come of it. The two of you danced around each other and your obvious feelings, Rebekah would tease you about it, often remarking on how you could do better than her brother.
Just as his lips were about to brush against yours he pulled back, “Darling…”
“Yes, Kol?”
“The iron.”
Your eyes widen and you quickly turn back to the pizzelle iron, standing up from your chair, opening it quickly, coughing a bit as the smoke hits you directly in the face. You use the tongs to toss the burnt cookies onto the cooling rack as Kol doubles over in laughter.
You glare at him, before letting out a small laugh, “You distracted me! This is your fault!”
He smirks, standing up to his full height, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, “I’m a distraction?”
“Yes… you are.”
He presses a kiss to your temple and hums, “Too bad you’re stuck with me…”
You pull away a bit to look up at him, “You think?”
Kol stares at you, debating internally about what to say, “I think… no, I know,” he takes a deep breath, “…that I have completely fallen in love with you, Y/N Salvatore…”
A smile appears on your face, “Well I know that I am utterly in love with you as well, Kol Mikaelson…”
He smiles before capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The arm around your waist tightens, he pulls you impossibly close and you loop your arms around his neck.
A low whistle followed by clapping causes the two of you to break apart, Kol didn’t let you get too far though, still keeping his hand on your waist.
“Took you long enough,” Klaus smirks.
You cover your face with your face with your hands, completely embarrassed but Kol just seems annoyed by the interruption.
“Is there something you need Nik?” Kol asks, rolling his eyes.
“I was just wondering what that burning smell was, wouldn’t want our lovely home to burn down. But I see now our little baker was just… preoccupied…”
“Rebekah!” Klaus shouts, causing your eyes to widen.
“Nik no!” you retort, peaking through your fingers, but you knew it was too late.
“What the bloody hell do you want now?” Rebekah asks as she walks into the room.
Klaus smirks and then gestures towards you and Kol by tilting his head. Rebekah immediately notices the hand around your waist and gasps.
“Finally! I thought you two would be dancing around each other forever!” she squeals.
“What is all this shouting about?” Elijah asks, entering the room while adjusting his cufflinks.
Kol pinches the bridge of his nose before leaning over to whisper to you, fully aware his siblings could still hear him, “It’s like they all come out of the woodwork at the most inopportune times…”
Elijah spots the cooling racks of pizzelles and makes his way over, immediately picking up one of the burnt cookies. He holds it up and raises a brow at you, waiting for an answer.
Klaus begins to cackle, speeding over to Elijah to take the charred cookie from him, “Brother, Y/N got distracted…” he points at Kol, “the distraction.”
Elijah lets out a little chuckle, clearly amused, “Yes, well, try not to get distracted in the kitchen… we eat in here.”
1872
New Orleans
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Kol holds your face in his hands.
“More than anything… I want to be with you.”
Kol chuckles, “My darling, you’re already with me, you already have me.”
He takes your hands and places them over his heart, “This dead heart belongs to you.”
You giggle a bit at his words and he smiles before frowning, “I just… I don’t want you to think you have to do this for me…”
You smile softly, “I know, but this is what I want, I promise…”
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve already had my witches make you a ring… a gorgeous ring for a gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl…”
You giggle again and pull him in for a kiss which he quickly reciprocates. After a moment he forces himself to pull away. He scoots til his back is against the headboard then pulls you so you’re sitting with your back against his chest.
Kol brings his wrist to his mouth, fangs protruding and bites into his own flesh before holding his wrist near your mouth for you to take. Both your hands grab onto him, pulling his wrist as close to your mouth as physically possible and begin to drink from him.
He groans at the sensation and brushes some of the hair from your face, “Atta girl… that’s it… just a little more… good…”
When Kol decides you’ve had enough he pulls away, chuckling at the way you try to follow his now healing wrist, “My, my, already so bloodthirsty…”
You look up at him and pout, some of his blood dripping from your lips. He could get used to sight of you and blood, his two favorite things, together. He gives you another kiss, tasting his own blood from your mouth.
Pulling back, he sighs, “This is the part I don’t like.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek, “You’re the only one I’d trust to do this… it’s okay, my love, it’s what I want.”
Reluctantly, Kol brings his hand up to your neck, “I love you, my darling.”
“I love you… now please, kill me.”
He winces at the sound of your neck breaking, squeezing his eyes shut. He lays in your bed, holding your body, brushing the hair from your face while softly humming until you wake up.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
You stare at your daylight ring, spinning it on your finger.
“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!” Damon snaps his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention.
You jump and look at him and then at Stefan, now noticing that Elena left.
“Are you alright?” Stefan asks, tilting his head.
“I’m fine… just… lost in thought.”
Damon’s gaze stays focused on your ring, “Is that your daylight ring?”
You hum, looking up at him and then at Stefan, before holding your hand up to show off the ring, “I know, it’s not nearly as gaudy as yours.”
Stefan chuckles but Damon narrows his eyes, “It’s not a wedding ring,” he notes.
“No…” you state but it sounds more like a question.
“So the guy can ask you to die and be forced to drink blood for the rest of eternity but he can’t get down on one knee and pop the question?”
“Damon…” Stefan sighs, they had just gotten you back and he was worried that all of Damon’s passive aggressive comments were going to drive you away again.
You scoff, “He didn’t ask me to do anything, it was my choice. I wanted this. We… we didn’t need to be married to be in love… it just wasn’t the right time for a wedding anyways…”
Stefan seems a little shocked, “You asked him to turn you?”
Before you can respond to Stefan, Damon interrupts, “This was your first boyfriend?”
“He was my first everything,” you state matter-of-factly.
Both Stefan and Damon groan in disgust at your words and the implication of them.
You roll your eyes, “Oh grow up.”
Stefan stands up, “And on that note, I’m going to school… make sure Elena’s okay…”
You fake pout, “You don’t wanna hang out with your sister after not seeing her for so long?”
“That’s not—“
You cut him off, “Relax Stef, I’m kidding. Go.”
He gives you a curt nod and heads out of the room, leaving you alone with Rose and Damon. You almost forgot Rose was here, she had been quiet ever since she had finished her speech about Klaus. Damon gives Rose a look and she nods, leaving the room.
“I thought you hated vampires,” Damon states, taking the spot on the couch where Stefan once was.
“I did… until I met him.” Them.
Damon stays quiet for a moment, his eyes soften a bit, “This guy must have been special.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He was… I really loved him, Damon. I really do still love him…”
Your brother sighs, scooching closer to you on the couch. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him.
“I am happy to have you back, you know… it’s just… you’re not the same kid I left behind, you’ve grown so much, to me you’re still the little girl whose hair I used to braid…”
“It’s okay, Day… I get it… I do,” you smile, using the nickname you used to call him as a child.
He ruffles your hair, “Why don’t we go out, I’ll show you around town… it’s practically the same, just modern.”
“I… uhm…” you sigh, “I’m tired to be honest, I traveled a long way to get here… and I think all the ‘excitement’ just made me even more tired…”
He nods, “Alright, I’m assuming you want your same room, you remember where it is?”
You stand up from the couch, “How could I forget?”
You leave Damon on the couch, making your way to the stairs. You take note of Rose who was standing near the kitchen doorway, she had clearly been listening to your conversation. There was no such thing as privacy with vampires.
Your room was exactly as you had left it, you could tell that no one had even entered the room in years. If you had to guess, you’d say that the last ones to enter were Klaus and Elijah— they had also retrieved your favorite teddy bear on their mission to get the cook book. There was dust floating around and cobwebs everywhere. You let out a sigh just as Damon makes his way up the stairs to you, he must have remembered the state of your room.
“No one’s been in there since…”
“I know,” you cut him off.
“We didn’t want to disturb it…”
You sigh, “Can I just… have another room for now?”
He nods and leads you down the hall to one of the guest rooms that had been maintained over the years, “I can get you extra blankets? Extra pillows?”
You shake your head, walking further into the room and sit on the bed, “This is fine.”
”Alright, well, I’ll let you sleep,” as he’s about to leave, his hand goes to the light switch to turn it off.
In a second, you’re off of the bed. You grab his hand causing him to groan in pain, you were sure you broke fingers but you didn’t care. You couldn’t let him turn off the light.
“Ow!”
You let go after a second, “I… I’m sorry…” you mumble.
“Jesus! If you didn’t want it off you could have said that!” he waves his hand around, wincing as his fingers snap themselves back into place.
You just blink at him, and he sighs, “Just get some rest.”
He reaches for the door this time, you grab it as it’s about to close and he stops, “Yeah?”
“Don’t close the door.”
Damon raises a brow, “You want the light on and the door open?”
You nod, “Please…”
“You can sleep like that?”
“It’s the only way I can sleep.”
Damon goes to open his mouth, but quickly shuts it, deciding that for once in his life he should just be quiet. He nods and leaves it at that, you let out of a sigh when goes, dropping down onto the guest bed.
You want to close your eyes but you can’t. It’s too dark.
Stefan eventually returns and finds Damon sipping on bourbon as usual.
“Our sister is strange,” Damon announces the second Stefan steps foot in the door.
Stefan sighs, “Alright, I’ll bite. What happened?”
Damon sets down his glass, “She’s upstairs, sleeping.”
“Okay?”
“With the door open, the curtains open, and the light on.”
“Damon, just leave it alone.”
The older Salvatore scoffs, “Come on Stefan, that’s weird.”
Stefan shrugs, “I didn’t say it wasn’t. I just said to leave it alone. We just got her back, literally today and if you keep pushing like you always do, you’re going to push her away. Again.”
“Don’t act like this is all on me. We both pushed her away… pushed her right into the arms of some scummy vampire and now she’s stuck like us. Well, at least it sounds like she actually got to make that choice.”
“I thought we were past that,” Stefan lets out a humourless chuckle.
“We’ll never be past that.”
“I was just joking before about you two constantly fighting…” you mumble as you walk down the stairs.
Damon smirks, “Stefan loves to bicker.”
You raise a brow, “So it’s only Stefan then?”
You swiftly make your way across the room to the bourbon and grab a glass, you turn to Damon, “May I?”
“Knock yourself out.”
Humming, you pour yourself a glass, looking at Damon over the rim of the cup, “You and Rose woke me up earlier, safe to say I’m disgusted…” This was a lie, you never fell asleep in the first place.
Damon rolls his eyes, “Now who needs to grow up?”
Stefan sighs and takes that as his que to cut in, “You sleep well? Besides that…”
You take a sip of the alcohol before responding, “Like a baby.”
Another lie, you hadn’t slept ‘like a baby’ since 1914.
1914
New Orleans
“He’ll never let us leave, he’ll never let us be happy.” Kol holds you tightly in his arms, “This is the only way…” he pulls back to hold your face in his hands, “I’ll find the diamond, my witches will do what we need, and then we will leave this place, my love. I want to show you the world, just as you wish but we can’t do that with him looming over us.”
You swallow, “I am tired of watching him hurt you… all of you.”
“And I do not want him to ever hurt you.“
Klaus had been a friend to you over the years but the one thing you disagreed on was how he handled his siblings. It broke your heart to watch any of them be daggered and put away in those wretched boxes for however long he deemed necessary. It drove a rift in between the two of you and you knew Kol was right, with how tightly of a leash Klaus kept on Kol, it was only a matter of time before Klaus saw Kol as a threat and daggered him again.
Besides, it wouldn’t be killing Nik. It would just be giving him a taste of his own medicine for once.
“Okay…”
“Okay?”
You nod and Kol lets out a small chuckle, half smiling at you, he presses his lips to yours.
Pulling back, he looks you up and down, “All you have to do is look pretty, which is an easy task for you considering you always look gorgeous.”
He takes your hand and has you do a twirl, admiring the way your dress moves as you spin, “Absolutely stunning.”
You roll your eyes, giggling as he spins you right into his arms, “Always such a charmer.”
“Only for you…” he presses a kiss to your head, “You head down to the party I’ll be right there.”
You hum, connecting your lips one last time before heading downstairs, blending into the crowd around you. Soon after, Kol would make his way downstairs, he snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and whispering into your ear.
“Rebekah knows but do not fret… she’s going to help us.”
Only she wouldn’t, Rebekah ran straight to Klaus and told him everything.
All of you were currently on the stairs, posed for a family photograph. Kol had his arm wrapped securely around your waist when Klaus raised his glass, taping the side of it with a knife to attract the attention of everyone in the room. He starts by thanking those invited for attending but then makes a special toast to Rebekah.
He looks at you and Kol while speaking, “It is especially gratifying in times when treachery runs deep to know you have someone you can trust…” he turns back to face Rebekah, smiling at her, “A toast, to you, my sister.”
Kol tenses, the two of you share a look and quickly begin to make your way up the stairs. You make it to the top of the stairs before Kol does and just as he’s about to join you, Elijah speeds in front of him. Elijah grabs Kol’s arms, successfully detaining him as Klaus slowly walks up the stairs. You’re frozen in place, unsure what to do and Kol looks at you. He knows this will be the last time he sees you for a very long time so he decides to commit your features to memory. He regrets not asking you for a dance earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I do apologize for the disturbance! But, what’s a Mikaelson party without a little squabble…?” He reveals a silver dagger.
“Y/N run!” Kol shouts and you listen.
You rush away making Klaus sigh, looking at Rebekah over his shoulder, “Catch her,” he commands.
Kol looks at his sister, a pleading look in his eyes as he struggles in Elijah’s hold— watching her run after you, knowing that it would be near impossible for you to outrun her.
You hear Kol’s pained scream as Klaus shoves the dagger into his heart, trying to fight your tears as you run. You were outside when Rebekah caught you, slamming you into the wall.
“Bekah please…”
Her eyes scan your face, your fear, your grief, and she loosens her hold, “I have never had a true friend until you, Y/N… please… forgive me for what I am about to do.”
Rebekah takes your face in her hands, staring into your eyes and you begin to panic, knowing what is about to happen.
“You promised you’d never do that! All of you did! That you’d never take my choice away!” you fight against her.
“Look at me,” her voice becomes hypnotic and you find yourself unable to look away from her eyes, “You’re going to forget Kol, you’re going to forget that you were ever in love with him. You’ve never even heard his name. You are going to forget all about Elijah and… me. All you will know regarding the Mikaelson family is that you have to keep running from Klaus. You don’t stop, you don’t stay in one place for long, you keep running.”
Your eyes have completely glazed over, pupils dilated, “I keep running from Klaus…”
Rebekah pulls back from you, staring at you as your eyes go back to normal, “Y/N?”
“I… I’m sorry, do I know you? I… nevermind that I need to get going, I’m sorry again,” you say, walking past her before using your speed to get farther away.
Rebekah lets out a shaky breath, knowing that Klaus will not believe that you were able to outrun her. She brings her own hands to her neck and snaps it, falling to the ground.
Maybe he’d believe that.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
A few days had passed since your arrival in Mystic Falls, while everything had seemingly calmed down a bit, there was still the looming presence of Klaus.
You had been briefly involved with their plan of getting the moonstone from Katherine, you knew it wouldn’t do them any good and it was clear they were grasping at straws to try and save the doppelgängers life. After contacting him, he told you to just continue on as is so you wouldn’t raise suspicion. You had witnessed Elena’s attempt at a self-sacrifice play, which she failed at terribly due to your brother's intervention… and Elijah’s.
Damon was incredibly annoyed when he found out Elijah was still alive. And after a lot of back and forth and changing of plans, you managed to convince Damon to let you accompany him to the bar to confront Jules. You refused to be on babysitting duty with Jeremy.
You made it your mission to avoid Elijah, knowing that if you saw him you’d end up telling Klaus in fear of him interfering with their plan. You already knew that Elena and her group of friends would try to interfere but you could handle them - you had plans. Caroline was meant to be the vampire… but you had plenty of options for a vampire, maybe even your own brothers. Tyler Lockwood was a werewolf, but you needed a backup, which is the whole reason you went to the bar with Damon. You wanted to get an idea about Jules so that it would be easier to get her.
Jules was smart, she wouldn’t drink the wolfsbane and she instantly knew what you and Damon were. That wouldn’t matter, you knew when it came down to it - you’d be able to capture her with ease. You backed down from the argument, not wanting to fight in the middle of the bar but Damon didn’t. He kept pushing just like he always did.
That brought you to where you were now, back at the boarding house with Damon and Rose. The two were clearly having a moment so you decided to take a step back into the living room. Just as you do, a large wolf jumps through the window, slamming you into the ground. You hold its jaw, pushing its mouth away from you in fear of being bit.
“Damon!” you shriek, “A little help would be nice!”
Damon goes to the fireplace mantel, picking up a sword, taking a swing at the wolf. It lets out a pained sound and releases you- now going to attack Damon. Before it’s able to turn your brother into a chew toy, Rose jumps in front of him, taking the brunt of the attack. The werewolf sinks its teeth into her shoulder, infecting her with its deadly bite.
Your brother slashes the wolf once more and it takes off into the night, knowing it wouldn’t survive another hit from the blade. You let out a sigh of relief, turning to look at Damon and Rose.
“How bad is it?” Damon asks Rose, helping her off the ground to examine the bite.
“It hurts…” Rose whimpers.
You frown, already knowing what is going to happen, you knew of the false hope that she would get.
Damon’s eyes widen, “It’s healing!”
Rose tilts her head to look at her shoulder better, “Oh my God… I thought a werewolf bite was fatal!”
‘It is’ you want to say, to warn her of what is going to happen about how she’ll lose her mind. But you stay silent.
“I thought…” tears fill Rose’s eyes and Damon pulls her into his arms.
“You’re going to be okay…” he reassures her, giving you a look.
You press your lips together, nodding, leaving the room to give them their moment once more. Allowing them to live in a fantasy where Rose would be okay.
You made the decision to disappear for a few days, leaving your brothers and Elena to deal with Rose. Both of them left numerous messages on your phone.
“This is what? Call two hundred and twenty four? You’re really not going to answer them?” Klaus muses.
You sigh, shaking your head, “No. I’m not. They just want help with Rose… I don’t… I don’t want to see her like that, losing her mind… I’ve seen that happen too many times before.”
Klaus hums, “Let me guess, you’re going to ask for my blood to heal her?”
“No,” you shake your head, “She needs to die, she knows too much about you and your family, she’s a threat… besides she’s probably dead now.”
“Our family,” Klaus corrects.
You continue, ignoring him, “I just thought she’d die with a stake in her heart not from going insane.”
“Still sensitive.”
You choose to ignore his comment once again, playing the latest voicemail left by Stefan.
“Y/N, I don’t know where you are or why you left… I’m worried though… about you, about Elena… I miss you… can you please come home? Listen, Rose is dead and Damon is doing what he does best— deflecting. He’s got this new girl… Andie Star I think? I- I don’t know what happened that night, maybe you got bit too? I really hope not… Maybe you got scared… you ran… just please at least call me if you’re not going to come home… I need to know you’re okay. I love you.”
“I presume you’re going back now?”
You nod and Klaus smirks, “Excellent… I’ll be making my appearance soon.”
By time you arrived back in Mystic Falls, Elijah had been ‘dealt with’ as Damon put it. That made you anxious, you doubted they had found a white oak stake but the only alternative was a dagger, and that thought made your stomach churn.
Leaving had fractured the trust you built between your brothers, you knew it would but that was fine with you. The less you knew regarding Elijah, the better. You told them the truth, that you knew Rose was going to die - painfully and out of her mind. Damon was angry that you didn’t tell them and Stefan understood.
There was also the little fact that Katherine had been released of her compulsion. You had to admit, you were a tad anxious she’d find a way to Klaus and find out about your deal. If she ratted you out to Stefan and Damon, every part of your perfectly calculated plan would be ruined. Hopefully, Klaus would be enough to distract your brothers from you so they wouldn’t get too suspicious.
It was no secret that Niklaus Mikaelson liked making an entrance and being as you were currently not getting all the intel since they still didn’t trust you fully— Klaus decided to use one of his favorite tricks which you suggested. Body possession.
On the night of the school dance, Klaus possessed Alaric's body, revealing himself to Bonnie and Elena with dramatic flair and then he killed the Benett witch— at least that’s what you two thought.
The truth of Bonnie’s fate would be revealed on the night of the ritual when she showed up to kill Klaus with the help of Elijah.
Elijah had dug his hand into Klaus’ chest and you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t fight Elijah, that was one fight you’d certainly lose, not to mention Bonnie and all of the others being there, they’d stop you before you could lay a hand on him.
Klaus looked at you, silencing your fears with one glance before looking back to Elijah and confessing the truth, “I didn’t bury them at sea.”
His gaze flickered to you and Elijah looked to where his brother was, he hadn’t seen you in so long but still, he trusted you, so when you nod your head ever so slightly… he believes Klaus.
Two days had passed since the ritual and Klaus was now a hybrid. You had spent those two days following Elijah through the woods, cleaning up Klaus’ mess.
In fact, that’s where you currently are. It had been practically silent between the two of you, neither of you wanting to start the conversation, after all it had been nearly a hundred years. That was until you decided to open your mouth after arriving at another camp that had been ripped apart.
You move a body and scoff, “He’s not even draining them. He’s killing for sport.”
Elijah hums, “You sound shocked, you should know by now this behavior is expected of Niklaus.”
“He’s wasting perfectly good snacks,” you grumble as you throw the body to Elijah who catches it with ease.
“You’re thirsty?”
“No, Elijah, I’m annoyed,” you throw your hands up, walking closer to him, “It’s been two days since the full moon, why is he still a wolf?”
“I don’t have the answer to that.”
“Okay, well, what if he’s stuck as a wolf? Hm? Then what? We’re going to put him on a leash and have him lead us to the coffins?”
Elijah lets out a chuckle, “While that image is amusing, I’m sure he’ll be turning back soon.”
You sigh and go back to cleaning up the bodies in silence, when you’re done you both continue to follow the trail that Klaus was leaving behind, you had no doubt you’d soon run into more bodies.
“What have you been up to for the past century?” Elijah asks, walking so close that your arms brush against each other.
You come to a stop, and it takes Elijah a moment to stop and turn back, looking at you slightly confused.
“Are you serious? I was trapped, Elijah, and when I wasn’t trapped I was running from him,” you jab your finger into his chest, “from you.”
Elijah looks down at you, a frown on his face, “I haven’t been doing Niklaus’ bidding since he said he dropped all of them into the ocean… he implied that he had found you as well… that you were gone… I never did want to hurt you, Y/N.”
“Well it didn’t seem that way to me. I didn’t know that. I’ve spent the last century looking over my shoulder, not staying anywhere for more than a moment because I knew that no matter where I went, you, or him, or some minion of his would be waiting. And when I wasn’t running I was trapped… there… all alone…”
“Y/N—“
“I know what we did was unforgivable,” you say, taking a step away from him to continue following the trail and he follows, “but what he had planned for me was just cruel…”
“If it’s any consolation, none of us agreed with Niklaus’ ‘gift’.”
You let out a humorless laugh, “Is that what he called it?”
“Yes, it was intended to be given to you for your engagement… obviously you were shown sooner than intended… it was his disturbed way of welcoming you into the family officially.”
Your brows furrow, “What engagement?”
Elijah stops, seemingly realizing his mistake, “I apologize, I thought you knew… Kol…”
You stop and turn to him, “He was going to propose?” your voice breaks a bit as you will away your tears.
Elijah sighs, stopping to face you, “He had rings, new daylight rings… I do not know much of how he planned to propose, just that he planned to do it after the new year… You two had been together for so long I assume he thought it was time to ask…”
You blink a few times, before clearing your throat, “Let’s just find Klaus.”
He nods, continuing to follow the path, he can practically feel the emotions rolling off of you. Grief, sadness, anger, and even jealousy. Then there was the look on your face, the look of heartbreak. Even after all these years, he still hated to see you like this. He would always feel guilty, after all, he was the first one you met, the one who introduced you to everyone. He would forever feel at least somewhat responsible for your pain.
1869
New Orleans
It had been five years, nearly six since you ran from home, since your brothers were killed, and you were still having a hard time settling down. You found yourself in New Orleans, you loved everything about it, but there was one problem. It was hard to find work as a woman and even harder as a seventeen year old so you adapted to stealing.
You would wait by stands or alleyways and wait for the perfect target, you’d typically go for men who held their heads high as if they owned the world. Men who were so well dressed that you knew they had money to spare. Sometimes you’d even hang out near bars to find men stumbling around, too drunk to notice you taking their entire wallet.
It was late now, you were leaning against a wall when you saw him. A rather attractive man dressed in a fancy suit, you had no doubt that it had been tailor fitted to him. He begins to walk down the street, walking right past you, seemingly not noticing you. There weren’t as many people out now, normally you’d use the strangers during the day as cover but this man clearly had too much money for his good, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
As quietly as possible, you push yourself off the wall and follow behind him. You smirk when you see his wallet in his back pocket but just as your fingers graze what you assume is real leather, his hand snatches your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, dangerous.
You curse yourself for being so reckless. You swallow your pride and decide to try and flirt your way out. Men with the kind of money you knew he had, always enjoyed being flirted with, it boosts their already over-inflated egos.
You giggle while leaning a bit closer, “You’re even more handsome up close…”
He chuckles, “Is that so?”
“And this suit… it fits you so well…” you brush your hand along his chest.
“That’s very flattering…” he smiles, bringing his hand up to cup yours.
Hook. Line. Sinker. You had him.
“But I know what you’re doing.”
You did not have him.
Your smile fades away and you pull back from him. This had never happened before, most of the men were too dumb to figure it out (at least until they got home and found their wallets missing), it was just your luck that you’d try and rob the only smart guy around.
“How old are you?” He looks you up and down.
You gulp, “Seventeen, sir.”
He pulls his wallet from his pocket and holds it out to you, “Take it.”
“What?”
“Take it, you want my wallet? Take it.”
With shaky hands, you reach for the wallet, it was embarrassing being caught like this but you needed the money.
“Thank you…” you trail off, realizing you hadn’t learned his name.
“Elijah Mikaelson.”
Your eyes widen at the name, you had heard of the Mikaelsons before. A rich, powerful family and there were whispers all around that they were the thing you hated most. Vampires.
He smirks at your reaction, “And you are?”
“Y/N.”
He nods and smiles but it quickly fades when he glances at his watch, “Well, Miss Y/N do try to stay safe… you never know who or what may be lurking in these streets, especially at this time of night.”
And just like that, he was gone. The next time you saw him was after the new year when he pulled a newly turned vampire off of you. You saw him a third time when this exact thing happened again, you didn’t know why but you it seemed you were practically vampire bait.
After these two incidents, Elijah decided it wasn't safe for you to be on the streets any longer and invited you to come stay with him for some time before he could find something more permanent. An idea you were not so eager about when he confirmed that he and his family were in fact, vampires. But you couldn’t pass up the offer when he was offering you an actual bed to sleep in and numerous necessities. Little did either of you know that the compound would become your permanent home.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
After your conversation you had fallen behind Elijah, walking slower to keep the distance. When he called out that he had found him, you hardly even picked up the pace.
“You’ve been busy…” Elijah remarks, leaning on a tree.
“That was… amazing.” You hear Klaus’ voice before you see him.
And when you do see him you groan, spinning around and closing your eyes, “You could have told me he was naked.”
“Did you think I was carrying around his clothes these past two days for fun?” Elijah raises a brow.
“It’s been two days?” Klaus asks, you can hear him shuffling around while getting dressed.
“Full moon came and went. You remained a wolf.” Elijah states but it’s more of a question.
“I can change at will then, that’s good to know.”
Klaus smiles and then chuckles, “I remember… every single kill.”
“Yes, we’ve been cleaning up your little mess along the way.” Elijah gestures between the two of you.
“Just like old times then.”
Elijah hums, and pushes off the tree, handing Klaus his boots, “Well, you’ve had your fun. I believe we have a bargain.”
“That’s right!” Klaus exclaims, leaning down to put on his boots, “Now what was it again? Oh yeah, wait, I remember, that’s it! You wish to be reunited with our family!”
“And you!” he shouts towards you, “You want your precious Kol back…”
You turn around, finally facing him, pleased to see that he has put his pants on. You want to say something but hold your tongue, there was a time where you weren’t afraid of him but now it felt that if you even stepped a toe out of line he’d hunt you down.
Elijah brushes off Klaus’ jacket, “You gave me your word, Niklaus.”
Klaus smiles, cheekily, “And what kind of brother would I be if I broke my bond… even if you did try and kill me.”
You sigh, and Elijah holds out Klaus’ jacket for him to put on, “I could have… but I didn’t.”
Klaus puts on his jacket and fixes the collar, “And now no one can,” he turns to face Elijah, “Relax, Elijah, all is forgiven.”
He smiles at you, “That applies to you as well, love. You have more than proved yourself loyal.”
“Where are they?” Elijah cuts in.
Klaus grins, patting his brother's arm, “You need to lighten up… I’ll bring you to them soon enough.”
He walks ahead of you and Elijah, the two of you sharing a look before you scoff and follow after the hybrid. He ends up taking you to Alaric's apartment, you feel a pit in your stomach knowing that Katherine is going to be there but you do your best to push it away.
“Look who decided to come for a visit.” Katherine gestures to Stefan as you, Klaus, and Elijah enter the apartment.
“I need your help.” Stefan states, his eyes flickering to you, wondering why the hell you’re with them, there was no way for you to know what had happened to Damon so that couldn’t be it.
Elijah shuts the door, and Stefan steps closer, “For my brother.” he then looks at you, “our brother.”
Klaus clicks his tongue, “Oh well, whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait a tick. You see, I have an obligation to my brother.” he points at Elijah. “And your sister…” he points at you.
“It requires my immediate attention.” Klaus brushes past Stefan.
You hug yourself, feeling anxious of the entire situation, it was bad enough that Katherine was here and now Stefan was too.
“You understand how important family is or you wouldn’t be here.” Elijah walks a bit closer to Stefan, “My brother gave me his word that he would reunite me with my family.”
“And so I shall.” Klaus speaks from behind Elijah, Elijah spins around to face his brother but it is too late, Klaus shoves a dagger through his heart.
You feel frozen when Elijah screams, tears begin to fill your eyes, you know what is about to come and there's no point in running because he’d just catch you. Rebekah wasn’t here this time to buy you time.
His body drops to the ground with a sickening thud, his skin completely grey and you knew you would not get the privilege of a quick death.
Klaus smiles at you and the tears begin to fall from your eyes.
“Please! I- I didn’t know about Elijah’s plan! I didn’t even know he was here! I only heard rumors! I swear! You said it yourself, Klaus- I’m loyal! I’ve proved it!”
Klaus shushes you and walks closer, your body doesn’t move, you’re rooted in your spot. He brings his hand up to hold your cheek and brushes a tear away, you shudder at the touch, letting out a sob.
“Loyal…?” Stefan questions, the floorboards creaking when he steps forward.
Klaus’ gaze immediately snaps to your brother, “Another step and I’ll rip her heart out.”
“She’s my sister-“
“All the more reason for you to stay put, Stefan.”
The two stare at each other for a moment before Stefan steps back. Klaus smirks, turning back to you. You tense up when he rests his hand on your neck, another sob wracks through your body.
“Don’t do this… I did what you asked! I found the doppelgänger! I found Elena! I called you as soon as I found her! Sure- Katherine found the werewolf but I made sure you had the backup one! And you needed the backup one! And- and using Alaric was my idea! I came up with that, it was perfect! You thought it was hilarious! I’ve helped you!”
Stefan’s brow furrows at your admission, his voice barely audible as he connects the dots, “You’re the reason he’s here… that’s… that’s why you came back to Mystic Falls to find us… not because you missed us, but because you’re helping him…”
You don’t bother to look over to your brother, you felt bad for betraying his trust, for lying to him but he could never understand, you don’t say anything, it wouldn’t matter now.
You look up at Klaus with tears staining your cheeks, “I did everything right!” your voice falls to a whisper, “Don’t make me go back there, it’s dark, Nik, I hate the dark…”
“You know, I considered you family once, I treated you as such.”
“Please Nikkie… you gave me your word…I just want him back, you promised me!”
“Oh love…” Klaus brings his hand up to brush some of the hair from your face, “You have me confused with Elijah…”
In a split second his hand falls to your neck, the sound of it snapping fills the room and he drops your body on the ground, discarding you.
Klaus turns back to Stefan who looks devastated by the news, “Don’t look so glum Stefan, you wouldn’t be the first to be tricked by your sister. She’d do anything to survive, even if it meant betraying those closest to her,” he glances at Katherine, noting the similarities.
He shakes his head, looking back at Stefan, “But that’s a story for another day…”
Klaus speeds forward, slamming Stefan into the wall, “Now… what am I going to do with you?”
Present Day
Chicago
“My sister? She knew you? All of you?”
Klaus approaches the coffins, “If you can’t handle it, don’t ask.”
Stefan looks at all of the coffins but two of them catch his attention, they’re away from the rest, almost like they’ve been isolated. One of the coffins is made of some sort of metal and they both have engravings on them that compliment each other.
Klaus notices his gaze and smirks, “I see you’ve spotted the lovers.”
“the lovers?” Stefan raises a brow.
His smirk deepens, he steps away from Rebekah’s coffin and to the others, he opens one of them, revealing a boy in clothing from the the early 1900s.
Stefan looks over the boy, completely confused he turns to Klaus who grins.
“You wouldn’t recognize him… you never had the pleasure of meeting Kol…” he brushes his hand over the engraving on the other one, “You’d recognize whose in this one though…”
Klaus could see the gears turning in Stefan’s head, his eyes widening as he pieced the puzzle together.
“My sister?” his voice breaks a bit.
Klaus laughs, “You always were quick, Ripper.”
“This is what you meant by family? You got her a coffin and a dagger? That’s family to you?”
The hybrid clicks his tongue a few times, wagging his finger, “No Stefan, I got her a coffin… I never said anything about a dagger.”
Stefan’s heart sinks at the new information, it all hit him at once, why you hated the dark, why you had to have the door open, why couldn’t stand to be in silence.
You didn’t get a century long sleep like Klaus’ siblings would, you got to lay there and rot, slowly and painfully, all alone.
“I had a witch make it, it’s spelled… only I can open it.” Klaus boasts, clearly proud of his work.
“That’s cruel, even for you.”
“Maybe so, but I must punish those who betray me accordingly.”
Klaus takes a step closer to Stefan, “You met Rebekah and I in 1920… but we did not meet by chance. I sought you out, I was looking for your sister… The girl can really run when she wants to. I was hoping you’d be able to help me find her, but you were too busy draining civilians, Ripper.”
“I wouldn’t have been helpful either way. I thought she was dead.”
“I’m aware… I thought that she’d maybe be nearby, watching, that was something she often did— check up on you and Damon. Regardless, I found her on my own in 1924.”
1924
London
Today marks four years since Rebekah’s compulsion had worn off which meant one of two things, she was dead (unlikely) or she had been daggered (very likely).
It had been four years since you remembered Kol and ten years that you had been running. You were tired, tired of running, tired of having to look over your shoulder every five seconds, tired of not having your beloved around.
Klaus was hunting you and you had done a damn good job at keeping him off of your trail, always being careful when finding a snack and making sure you were never in one place for too long.
So you decided to do the opposite, you had been in London for two weeks now, ripping through crowds of people with no remorse. You wanted Klaus to find you, you wanted him to kill you.
You’re currently in a bar full of people, well, dead people. You slaughtered everyone and now had your teeth buried in some man’s neck.
“Perhaps you’re more like Stefan than I thought.” Klaus’ voice fills the bar.
Reluctantly, you pull yourself off of the now dead, drained man. You look at Klaus with blood coating your face and staining your dress.
After staring at each other for a moment, you stand to your full height, Klaus gives you a once over before raising a brow.
“You’ve gotten sloppy, left a trail of bodies a mile long leading me right to you.”
You simply stare at him and he smirks, “You wanted to be found.”
“I can’t do this anymore… not without him. I‘m tired, Nik. Please, just end it.”
Niklaus clicks his tongue, “End it?” He takes a step towards you.
“Kill me.”
Klaus laughs, “You think I want to kill you?”
Your brows furrow and you take a step back from the hybrid, Klaus snaps his fingers and two men enter the room carrying a coffin.
You take another step back, eyes widening and Klaus grins, “You can try to run but you won’t get far…”
“No… you… you can’t dagger me…”
“You’re right, daggers are such trivial things to make… you would know after all. But a lockbox that only I can open, now that’s much simpler.”
You decide to risk it, attempting to speed away but he catches you in a second, holding you up in the air by your throat.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be back with him soon enough… consider this me officially welcoming you into the family.”
Present Day
Chicago
“What was the point of letting her out just to lock her back up? To be cruel?”
Klaus shrugs, “I was bored and decided to make her a deal in 1984.”
“1984? You kept her in there for…”
“Sixty years, Stefan. She betrayed me and those were the consequences. When I woke her up we made an agreement.”
“What kind of agreement?”
“She’d find me Katherine and bring her to me. She couldn’t ever find Katherine but she found me something even better…”
“Elena…”
“Yes, the doppelgänger.”
“So she knew the truth about your curse? That you’re a hybrid?”
“She was my family once, lived with us for nearly half a century. She knows a lot more than she led you all to believe. But don’t get any ideas, she’d never tell you anything that could hurt us… she wouldn’t risk Kol or Rebekah getting caught in the crossfire… or Elijah, though I suppose she’d be alright losing me considering she attempted to do so herself.”
“Moving on!” Klaus chirps, moving back to Rebekah, “It’s time for my little sister to wake up…”
“And I knew her?” Stefan asks, looking into the now open coffin, “I don’t recognize her.”
“Well don’t tell her that,” Klaus muses, “Rebekah’s temper is worse than mine.”
He pulls the dagger out, waiting for a moment before sighing, “Any Day now, Rebekah… she’s being dramatic.”
Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been months since Klaus had locked you away. You were a bit surprised when he came to free you, your bones creaked, skin practically gray… still, you weren’t nearly as desiccated as the last time you had been in that coffin.
He fed you blood and brushed your hair for you as if you were a doll then provided you with a white colored dress that went to your knees, it reminded you of the one Elijah had given you when you first arrived in their home.
When Klaus revealed he was hosting a dinner with Elijah for Stefan and Damon you realized what he was doing. You were a bargaining chip.
You sat in the living room, humming to yourself, waiting for them to arrive. You still felt weak from not having blood for so long and the fact you were shaking was proof of that, the little blood that Klaus had provided was not enough.
Soon enough, your brothers arrived and were let inside by Elijah, “Niklaus, our guests have arrived…”
“Damon… Stefan…” Klaus greets, standing by the head of the dining room table, “Elijah tells me you seek an audience… very bold. Let’s discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men, shall we?” he gestures to the large table that was set for five.
“It’s better to indulge him,” Elijah states, moving past your brothers.
“I didn’t come here to eat Klaus,” Stefan narrows his eyes, taking a step down the stairs, “I didn’t want to come here at all… but… I was told I had to, because you’d hear us out.”
Klaus hums, “Well we can sit and eat… or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides…” he takes his seat at the head of the table, “choice is yours…”
Your brothers decide it would be best to sit and eat. Once the four brothers had sat down, Klaus sat forward in his chair, dramatically placing his hands in front of him, “I almost forgot! Sweetheart!” he calls out, “You can come out now!”
That was your que to enter, walking through the doorway and making a beeline for the table, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Elijah stands when he sees you, pulling out your chair for you and when you sit he pushes you in.
“Y/N…” Damon says quietly, it isn’t until then that you realize he hasn’t seen you since the night of the ritual.
“Damon…” you mumble in a voice so quiet that anyone without supernatural hearing wouldn’t be able to hear you.
“How are you—“ he begins but is quickly cut off by Stefan.
“She’s practically part of their freaky family, Damon, and Klaus won’t kill his family… he’ll just torture them endlessly.”
“That’s not very nice Stefan,” Klaus clicks his tongue.
You grab the glass of wine, downing it as quickly as possible. Hoping that it will not only curb your blood cravings but also make this dinner party a little more bearable. When you finish your glass, you reach for Elijah’s.
He raises a brow, shooting you an unimpressed look, “By all means, help yourself.”
You take a sip of the wine, ignoring Elijah, “Can we please get on with this dinner… I’m starved.”
“Well at least one of you is hungry… Stefan seems to have lost his appetite,” Klaus notes, nodding his head in Stefan’s direction.
Damon glances at his brother, gesturing with his fork, “Eat. I thought we agreed we’d leave the grumpy Stefan at home.”
Reluctantly, Stefan picks up his fork making Klaus smile, “That’s the spirit. Isn’t it nice? Five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is that what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?”
Damon smiles sarcastically, “Well, I know how he felt about you, so I figured the more the merrier,” he winks playfully at Elijah.
“Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries… but we always make it through,” Klaus takes a bite of his steak.
“Kind of like you and Rebekah, right? Where is she, by the way? Last I checked, she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her,” Stefan quips, smirking over the rim of his bourbon glass.
Damon shoots a warning look at Stefan but you can’t be bothered by their conversation, you’re too focused on your bloody steak in front of you. Savoring the small amount of blood you’d get from its juices.
“If you’re referring to the fact Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I’ve already come clean to Elijah,” Klaus smiles at Elijah who has remained silent, resting his head on top of his fist.
“Hey Stef,” Damon cuts in, grabbing everyone’s attention, “remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial down on the judgement until dessert.”
You had been fighting the urge to lick the dish clean, hoping for just another drop of that delicious, bloody flavor. But Damon’s words distract you, making you look up from the plate.
“You killed dad?” you ask, looking directly at Stefan, he doesn’t verbally answer, only narrowing his eyes at you making you hum, “I always thought it was Katherine…” you fidget with your fork, pushing it across the plate.
“You want another plate, love?” Klaus asks, his tone was sickeningly sweet, he snaps his fingers and a compelled blonde girl comes running to get your plate.
She leans over you, hair falling past her neck and you could feel the veins beneath your eyes begin to ripple. The girl's eyes widened, Klaus may have compelled her to do his bidding but he never compelled away her fear.
“Y/N,” Klaus says your name in a sing-songy tone, a warning.
Your lips part at the sound of her heart pumping, the smell of the blood in her veins, and your fangs begin to descend.
“Y/N. No,” Klaus tries again, setting his fork down.
But it was too late, you were out of your chair in a split second. You wrapped your hand around the girl’s neck, slamming her into the nearby wall hard enough to crack it, your other hand holding one of her wrists. You nearly moan at the taste of fresh blood, like an animal you can’t get enough.
Removing your hand from her neck, you flatten your palm and push the tip of her chin up until it’s out of your way— effectively breaking her neck. You continue to drink, not caring as the blood stains your mouth and neck, dripping to your dress.
Klaus sighs, “One nice dinner, that’s all I ask, is that too much to ask for?”
He rises from his chair and speeds to stand behind you, “That’s enough.”
You don’t listen and Klaus decides there is only one solution to the problem he caused, snapping your neck. Your head is practically on backwards and he allows your body to fall to the ground next to the blonde, dead girl.
Damon stands up, his chair screeching but Stefan grabs his arm, dragging him back down, and Klaus clears his throat, walking back to the table as if he hadn’t just broke your neck.
Elijah sighs, excusing himself from the table, he picks up your body with ease and brings you back to the table, setting you in your seat. He twists your head so your head is facing the proper way, hoping that it’ll allow you to heal and wake sooner. The dinner would proceed as normal, other than Damon looking at your body every few seconds, it was as if nothing had happened.
When you woke, you were alone at the table and you could hear voices coming from the living room.
“Elijah… why haven’t you left?” Klaus sounds confused.
You stand up, finding your bearings.
You can hear the smugness in Elijah’s tone when he speaks, “You’ve lectured Y/N on her manners all night… but where are yours, brother? We forgot dessert.”
You take slow steps towards the living room.
“What have you done?” Klaus’ voice is panicked, he sounds betrayed.
“What have you done?” Elijah retorts, “You see, I’ve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We’re doing this on my terms now.”
You’ve nearly made it to the living room door way when you stop in your tracks after hearing Klaus utter a single word.
“Kol…”
“Long time brother.”
His voice, Kol’s voice. Your Kol, he was here, he was awake.
You rush to the doorway, freezing when you finally see him. Kol, he looked the same as he did on that fateful night in 1914, still wearing the same outfit. He still looked as beautiful as you remembered him to be, tears began to prick the corner of your eyes but not tears of sadness or fear, they were tears of joy.
You could see Stefan still by the fireplace where he had been burned, you could see Damon standing off to the side of Elijah, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t care about your brothers in that moment. It was as if everything around you faded away and it was just you and Kol.
“Kol…” you whisper, softly.
His gaze snaps up to find you, his eyes softening when he sees you.
“Y/N…”
Without giving it a second thought, Kol takes one of the hands restraining Klaus and uses it to snap the hybrids neck. He speeds towards you, something Damon takes note of but when he moves to get to you, to try and protect you from what he thinks is a threat; Elijah places his hand onto Damon’s chest, stopping him from moving.
You slowly bring your hands up to hold his face and he covers your hands with his, ”You’re real…” you breath out, you still couldn’t believe he was in front of you after all this time.
He smiles, chuckling a bit, “I’m real… and I’m not leaving you ever again.”
You smile, causing more tears to flow and you throw yourself into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and welcoming the darkness that came with it because for the first time, in a century, you weren’t alone in the dark. You were with Kol, your Kol.
His arms wrap tightly around your waist, inhaling your scent that he remembers so fondly, “I missed you, my darling.”
It must have been those words that finally helped Damon connect the dots, that this was the boy, the one that changed your opinion on vampires, the one who turned you into a vampire. This was the boy you lost a century ago, the boy you’d do anything and everything to get back. Including betraying your own family.
“You’re free to go. This is family business.”
Elijah’s words made Damon realize something, you weren’t his family anymore, you hadn’t been for a long time. Maybe you never officially got married because you ran out of time but you were no longer Y/N Salvatore, you were Y/N Mikaelson. He can pinpoint the exact moment you stopped being his family and it was long before the Mikaelsons, it was when he and Stefan chose Katherine Pierce over you. That fateful night where he told you that you weren’t his family anymore.
The truth hurts and the truth was that there was no fixing your relationship with either of your brothers. The next few months would make that abundantly clear. Like when you snapped Damon’s neck after he snapped Kol’s. Or when you stood by while Kol beat Damon with an aluminum bat. And of course you stood by Rebekah when she had compelled and trapped everyone in the school. You even helped Kol slaughter all of the newly turned vampires meant for Jeremy… and you let Kol torture Damon.
So maybe you really weren’t their family anymore, maybe that’s why they wouldn’t feel as guilty about what was going to happen when Jeremy would kill Kol.
At least you wouldn’t be alone when the darkness came, you would die in the arms of your love in the middle of the Gilbert family kitchen. It didn’t matter to you that his body was still crackingly, still burning, you‘d endure the feeling of your flesh melting to his if it meant you got to hold him one last time. There would be no coming back for either of you, you knew this and accepted it. You closed your eyes and faded away into the darkness, welcoming it.
You only hoped that when you’d wake on the other side, you’d still be in Kol’s arms.
synopsis: someone keeps stealing frank’s coffee. he launches an investigation only to discover it’s you.
warnings: few cuss words here and there, but just harmless fluff.
a/n: AHHHH im on a fanfic streak rn, im planning on writing for marvel after this, lmk who you guys want me to write for next!! also, dont be shy to put in a request, no rules except for i dont write smut, lovelots!
word count: 2472
the first time frank langdon noticed his coffee was missing, he assumed he’d forgotten where he’d left it. which, admittedly, wasn’t impossible.
he’d been awake for almost twenty hours, had three unfinished charts waiting for him, and had spent the last ten minutes trying to remember whether he’d already eaten lunch or merely thought about eating lunch. “has anyone seen my coffee?” nobody looked up.
the emergency department was operating at its usual level of controlled chaos. monitors beeped, phones rang, someone down the hall was arguing with a printer, and a nurse was speed-walking past with enough determination to flatten anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in her path.
frank frowned. “seriously.”
nothing.
he eventually found the cup sitting abandoned on a supply cart two hallways away. he had absolutely no memory of putting it there.
he drank it anyway, which was probably a bad idea given he was in a hospital.
the second time it happened, he became suspicious.
he’d bought another coffee before shift. same order. same oversized cup.
he set it beside his workstation, turned around to answer a question, and when he looked back less than five minutes later, it was gone. not misplaced. gone.
frank blinked. then blinked again.
“okay.” he said as he looked around the station.
“which one of you is stealing my coffee?” that finally got a reaction.
a few heads lifted.
“nobody wants your coffee, langdon,” one of the nurses said.
“that’s not true. i want his coffee.”
“you don’t even drink coffee.”
“that’s not the point.”
frank narrowed his eyes.
everyone looked annoyingly innocent. especially you. you were sitting at the far end of the desk, typing notes into a computer, expression completely neutral. too neutral.
the kind of neutral that practically announced guilt. frank pointed at you.
“you.” without looking up, you said, “what?”
“where’s my coffee?”
you finally glanced over. “how the hell would i know?”
“that’s exactly what someone who stole my coffee would say.”
“and that’s exactly what someone who’s sleep deprived enough to hallucinate a coffee thief would say.”
a few people laughed. frank scowled. you smiled sweetly before returning to your charting. he didn’t trust that smile. not even a little.
over the next week, the mystery escalated.
every single shift.
every single coffee.
gone. sometimes it disappeared entirely. sometimes it would reappear somewhere ridiculous.
once he found it in pediatrics.
once inside an empty wheelchair.
once balanced precariously on top of a crash cart.
the worst incident involved discovering it sitting in a patient education display next to a plastic model of a human heart.
that one felt personal. frank began keeping mental notes. suspects. possible motives. opportunities.
he briefly considered creating an actual investigation board.
he was talked out of it by several coworkers who claimed that was “not normal behavior.” frank disagreed.
someone was committing coffee-related crimes. this was serious.
eventually his list narrowed to one person. you.
because every time his coffee vanished, you happened to be nearby.
every time he complained about it, you looked suspiciously amused.
and every time he threatened to catch the culprit, your smile got slightly bigger. which was deeply irritating. mostly because it was a very nice smil- woah, okay NOT that he paid attention to that.
obviously.
he paid attention for investigative reasons. purely investigative.
one particularly miserable friday night, frank arrived armed. he purchased his coffee. wrote his initials on the lid. took a photo of the cup.
and set it directly in front of him. then he waited.
twenty minutes passed.
nothing happened.
thirty minutes. still nothing.
frank was beginning to feel victorious. then someone called his name from a nearby room. he turned away for approximately ten seconds.
when he looked back—
gone. the coffee was gone. frank stared at the empty counter. slowly. very slowly. he closed his eyes. “unbelievable.”
“something wrong?” your voice.
frank looked up. you were standing there holding a tablet. completely innocent, OR completely suspicious.
“where were you ten seconds ago?”
“room twelve.”
“can anyone verify that?”
you snorted. “are you interrogating me?”
“yes.” you looked delighted by that answer. which was not helping your case.
“langdon.”
“yes.”
“it’s a coffee.”
“it’s the principle.”
“the principle of what?”
“crime.”
you laughed. actually laughed.
frank hated how much he liked the sound.
the realization annoyed him enough that he spent the rest of the shift avoiding you. which worked for just about forty-five minutes.
then you ended up helping him with a difficult patient. then another. then another.
and somehow, by four in the morning, you were both sitting at the nurses’ station sharing vending machine crackers while waiting for lab results. the department had finally slowed. not quiet. just less loud.
the kind of temporary calm that only existed because the universe was gathering strength for its next disaster.
frank rubbed a hand over his face. you glanced over.
“rough night?”
“rough month.”
“fair.” he exhaled. for a moment neither of you spoke.
the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. which surprised him. usually silence felt awkward. especially with people he didn’t know well.
but with you it felt strangely easy. like slipping into a familiar routine. eventually you nudged his shoulder.
“for what it’s worth, i didn’t steal your coffee.”
frank looked sideways at you. “i don’t believe you.”
“ouch, yeah okay.”
“you literally smiled when i accused you.”
“maybe i enjoy watching you become feral over caffeine.”
“that sounds like something a criminal would say.”
“you have absolutely no evidence.” “i have instincts.” “your instincts are terrible.” he laughed before he could stop himself.
the sound caught both of you off guard. your eyebrows lifted. frank immediately regretted everything.
“don’t.” frank muttered. you hummed,“don’t what?”
“make a thing out of it.” he said. “hey, you were the one who laughed!.” you then exclaimed
“i know.” “i’ve never seen that happen before.” “i’m leaving.” you grinned.
“you’re sitting down.” frank sighed dramatically. you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
and unfortunately, that was the exact moment he realized he might have a problem.
because somewhere between the stolen coffees and the late-night conversations and the endless teasing, he’d started looking for you at the beginning of every shift.
he noticed when you weren’t around. noticed when you looked tired. noticed when you laughed. noticed when someone else made you laugh. which was inconvenient. extremely inconvenient.
because crushes were supposed to sneak up on normal people.
not ambush exhausted emergency physicians through an elaborate coffee theft conspiracy. the final incident happened three weeks later.
frank arrived early. very early.
the department was still relatively quiet. he bought his coffee. sat down.
and immediately spotted something tucked beneath the cup. a folded note. his name was written across the front.
frank frowned. carefully, he opened it. inside was a single sentence. meet me in supply closet three. he stared.
then reread it. then looked around. nobody appeared particularly suspicious.
which somehow made everything more suspicious. five minutes later, curiosity won. he headed toward supply closet three. opened the door. and stopped.
you were standing inside. holding one of his missing coffee cups. frank pointed immediately, “i knew it.”
you giggled, “did you though? god, you know?- i knew you’d say that.”
“you stole them.” “technically borrowed.” “for three weeks?”
“details.” frank stared at you.
you stared back. still smiling. and for a moment neither of you moved.
the cramped supply closet suddenly felt much smaller than it should have. your laughter softened.
“you really had no idea?”
“about what?” you held up the cup.
“this.” frank frowned.
then noticed writing on the side. small handwriting. his eyes widened.
because every missing cup had apparently contained a message. and he’d never seen a single one. you winced.
“okay, in hindsight, hiding them before you drank from them may not have been the most effective communication strategy.”
frank looked at the cup. then at you. then back at the cup. “‘you have nice eyes’?”
you immediately covered your face.
“oh my god, fuck off.”
“‘ask me out already’?” frank grinned as he kept reading.
“stop reading.”
”seriously, frank, i’m running out of coffee cups’?” you made a strangled noise, as soon as he read that aloud.
frank was laughing now. actually laughing. hard enough that his sides hurt. you looked horrified.
“this is a disaster.” you said, looking mortified.
“this is the funniest fucking thing that’s happened all year.” frank laughed.
“i need to transfer hospitals.” you muttered truly contemplating.
“absolutely not.” you groaned. frank couldn’t stop smiling. for a long moment he simply looked at you. really looked at you.
the embarrassment.
the amusement.
the way you refused to meet his eyes.
m and suddenly everything made sense.
all the smiles.
all the teasing.
all the stolen coffees.
every ridiculous second of it.
“so,” he said eventually. you peeked through your fingers.
“what?”
“you like me.”
you immediately pointed at the cup “focus on the important part.”
“i am.”
“frank.”
“you stole like forty dollars worth of coffee.”
you exhaled, “it was an investment.”he laughed again. you rolled your eyes. but you were smiling too.
and for the first time in weeks, neither of you seemed interested in looking away.
“you know,” frank said quietly, “you could’ve just asked me out.”
you stared.
“you are not allowed to say that after failing to notice weeks of coffee-based flirting, asshole.”
he chuckled, “that’s fair.”
“thank you.”
he stepped closer. not much. just enough. your smile softened.
“so?” “so what?” “are you going to ask me out?”
frank pretended to consider it. you immediately looked offended.
which only made him grin. then he finally said, “want to get coffee after shift?”
you groaned.
“really?” “what?”
“after everything, that’s your line?”
“it seems appropriate. you laughed despite yourself. the first date was supposed to happen after shift.
well, supposed to.
frank should have known better than to make plans involving an emergency department.
three trauma activations, a cardiac arrest, and approximately seventeen disasters later, the sun was already beginning to rise by the time they were both finally free.
you looked exhausted. frank looked worse.
“coffee?” he asked as the automatic doors slid open. you stopped walking.
“did you just ask me out for coffee after i spent three weeks stealing yours?”
“i think that makes you uniquely qualified to judge it.”
you laughed, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. frank felt an embarrassing amount of satisfaction at being the reason.
the coffee shop across the street was nearly empty. a handful of exhausted healthcare workers occupied scattered tables, all wearing the same expression of profound regret and caffeine dependence. you ordered first. frank paid before you could stop him.
“absolutely not.” “absolutely yes.”
“langdon.”
“consider it reimbursement for all the coffees you borrowed.”
“stole.”
“thank you for your honesty.” you rolled your eyes and accepted the drink.
the conversation came easier than either of you expected. maybe because the hard part was already over.
weeks of flirting disguised as harassment tended to speed things along.
you talked about everything and nothing. terrible patients. terrible attendings. terrible vending machine food. childhood stories.
college mistakes. the increasingly concerning number of people in the hospital who seemed invested in your relationship despite it technically existing for less than twelve hours.
“they knew before we did,” you admitted.
frank groaned. “don’t tell me that.”
“dennis figured it out two weeks ago.”
“dennis?”
“apparently every time you walked into a room i sat up straighter.”
frank nearly choked on his coffee.
“what does that even mean?”
“i don’t know. ask him.”
“i absolutely will not.”
you grinned over the rim of your cup. god. that smile was becoming a problem. a very serious problem.
the kind that made him forget what he was saying halfway through a sentence. the kind that made a twelve-hour shift feel slightly less awful.
the kind that made him realize he was staring. again. your eyebrow lifted.
“what?” “nothing.”
“you’re doing the thing.”
“what thing?” “the staring thing.”
frank looked away immediately. you looked delighted.
“wow. you are actually embarrassed.” “i’m not embarrassed.”
“you absolutely are.” “i’m leaving.”
“you paid.”
“…good point.”
by the time you finally left the coffee shop, the morning rush had started. people hurried past on sidewalks, traffic filled the streets, and the city was waking up around you.
neither of you seemed particularly eager to go home. which was dangerous.
because frank was beginning to suspect he could spend entire days talking to you without getting bored.
you paused outside the hospital parking garage.
“so.”he started, so you hummed, “so.”
“does this mean i’m not allowed to steal your coffee anymore?”
frank pretended to think. “no, i think that’s become part of your personality.”
“rude.” “accurate.” “rude and accurate.”
he smiled. you smiled back. for a second neither of you moved. the moment stretched. quiet. comfortable. different.
frank wasn’t usually good at this part. he was good at medicine. good in emergencies. good when there was a problem that needed solving. this felt infinitely more complicated.
because he actually cared. which made every word feel heavier. you seemed to notice. your expression softened slightly.
“hey.”
frank snapped out of his trance, “hey.”
“you’re overthinking.” he sighed.
“am i that obvious?”
“painfully so.” you offered a small smile
“great.” you laughed. then stepped closer. not much. just enough.
“for what it’s worth,” you said quietly, “i’ve been trying to get your attention for over a month. i think we’re way past the stage where you need to worry about whether i like you.”
frank stared. then laughed softly.
because apparently the woman who stole forty dollars worth of coffee was also the woman most capable of reading his mind.
“that’s fair.”
“i know.” you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
he was starting to find that adorable. which was another problem. one he had absolutely no intention of fixing.
“get some sleep,” you told him.
“you too.” he grinned.
“i’m serious.” you smiled despite the warning.
“so am i.” you pointed at him.
“if i see you back in the er before tonight’s shift, i’m sending you home.”
“you don’t have that authority.”
“watch me.” frank smiled despite himself.
you started backing away toward your car.
then paused. “oh, and frank?”
“yeah?” your grin returned. familiar. dangerous.
“i still have three of your missing coffee cups.” before he could respond, you disappeared into the garage.
frank stood there for several seconds. then shook his head.
and giggled like a highschool girl all the way to his car.
synopsis: you and dr. jack abbot keep missing the moment to admit your feelings, until one emotional day at work finally brings everything out in the open, and you both realize it was never one-sided.
warnings: cuss words ig? and a kiss on the end buttttt after that not really anything..
word count: 1250
a/n: EATTTT CHILDRENN, here is ur well awaited jack abbot x reader fanfic!! i think,, i have a cavity from how sweet this is omg.
the first time you notice it, you’re almost certain you’re imagining things.
because this is jack abbot.
dr. jack abbot.
smart, capable, annoyingly handsome jack abbot.
and you? you’re just you.
which is why when he starts lingering beside your workstation after conversations should have already ended, you convince yourself it means nothing.
“anything else?” you’d ask after handing him a chart.
he’d glance down at it.
“no.”
but then he’d stay there. for a second.
then another. sometimes asking a completely unnecessary question.
sometimes making an observation about a patient that didn’t need discussing.
sometimes just standing there long enough for your heart to start acting stupid.
you noticed it most during night shifts. the hospital got quieter then. not quiet exactly, but softer.
the chaos dulled around the edges and somehow jack always ended up near you.
“you’re here late.”
you looked up from your computer.
“so are you.”
“i work here.”
you stared. he stared back.
then the corner of his mouth twitched.
“you work here too.”
“glad we’ve established that.”
his laugh came out unexpectedly.
it lingered with you longer than it should have.
later, when he finally walked away, trinity slid into the chair beside you.
“oh.”
you frowned.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“trinity.”
“nothing.”
you narrowed your eyes.
she grinned.
“uh-huh, sure. if you say so.”
you hated when people did that, especially when they were right.
⋆˚꩜｡
the second time is entirely different.
because this time it’s jack who notices. it starts with coffee. not in a romantic way.
not at first.
he’s having a particularly awful morning. three admissions before seven.
one difficult family.
a trauma case that refuses to cooperate with every treatment option available.
he’s exhausted. frustrated.running entirely on caffeine and spite.
then he walks into the break room.
and there it is. a coffee sitting on the counter. his coffee. exactly how he takes it.
he stares at it.
“you gonna drink that or interrogate it?”
he turns. you’re standing in the doorway. holding your own cup. looking amused.
“you got me coffee?”
you shrug.
“you looked like you were about five minutes away from fighting a wall.”
he snorts “yeah, whatever.”
you smile.
and something in his chest does a strange little flip. he tries ignoring it, he’s pushing 50, so why’s he acting like this lovestruck high-school girl?
and of course, he fails.
because after that he starts noticing everything. the way your face lights up when someone makes you laugh. the way you remember details about everyone. the way you always seem to know exactly when he’s had a rough shift. the way you look for him in crowded rooms.
and maybe he shouldn’t notice those things. but he does.
he notices all of them.
he notices you.
all the time.
which becomes a problem.
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the third time happens because of dennis.
and jack hates that it’s because of whitaker.
he likes dennis. everyone likes dennis. that’s the issue. you do too, apparently.
jack rounds the corner one evening and finds you laughing so hard you’re nearly doubled over.
dennis is beside you. telling some ridiculous story.
your hand lands briefly on his arm.
and that’s it. that’s all it takes.
something ugly twists in jack’s stomach. he immediately hates himself for it.
because you’re allowed to have friends. you’re allowed to laugh. you’re allowed to touch someone’s arm without it meaning anything.
still. he can’t stop looking. can’t stop wondering. can’t stop noticing how close dennis is standing.
later that night, ellis finds him glaring at a chart.
“you’re doing it again.”
jack doesn’t look up.
“doing what?”
“the thing where you pretend you’re reading.”
“i am reading.”
“the chart is upside down.” jack slowly lowers it.
ellis snorts.
“right.”
“don’t.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“you were about to.”
“okay, yes.”
he sighs. deeply.
“don’t.”
ellis says in that certain tone,
“you know you could just tell her.”
“tell her what?”
“jack.”
“tell her what.”
“that you’re in love with her.”
the silence that comes after is deafening.
then— “i have patients.”
and he walks away. which is not a denial. ellis notices. everyone notices.
everyone except you. or maybe not.
because the next morning, when your eyes meet across the nurses’ station, you immediately look away.
and jack suddenly isn’t sure who’s fooling who anymore.
⋆˚꩜｡
the fourth time happens after one too many drinks, which is impressive considering you almost never drink.
but somehow the night before turned into dinner with dennis, trinity, mel, and javadi.
which turned into drinks.
which turned into everyone deciding they were tired of watching two grown adults pine after each other.
“he likes you.”
“he doesn’t.”
“he literally stares at you.”
“everyone stares at me.”
“not like that.”
you groaned.
trinity pointed her fork at you.
“if you don’t tell him, i might.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“try me.”
you hated that she sounded serious. and maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
all night.
all morning.
all the way through your shift.
because now you’re standing at work with a hangover and enough anxiety to power the entire hospital.
you barely make it three hours before jack corners you near an empty supply room.
“hey.”
your stomach immediately flips.
“hey.”
his expression softens.
“you okay?”
“m’ fine.”
“you’re lying.”
you hum, trying not to let the fucking hospital lights get to you.
“you look exhausted.”
you chuckle softly.
“thanks.”
“you know what i mean.”
and unfortunately you do. you look away. jack waits, that’s what he always does.
he waits patiently. carefully.
like he’s afraid pushing too hard will make you disappear.
“rough night, huh?” he asks quietly.
you nod. “something like that.”
“want to talk about it?”
you should say no, you really should.
instead your eyes suddenly start burning and for some reason that’s worse.
because you’re not sobbing, you’re not breaking down, it’s just tears.
silent ones.
the kind you’ve been holding onto for months.
jack’s entire face changes.
“hey.”
his voice becomes softer immediately.
“hey, what’s wrong?”
you laugh through a shaky breath.
“nothing.”
“that’s definitely not nothing.”
you wipe at your eyes.
“i’m sorry.”
“don’t apologize.”
another tear slips down.
and suddenly all the words you’ve been swallowing come rushing out.
“i’m just tired.”
“okay.”
“and confused.”
he nods.
“okay.”
“and i really wish i could stop liking someone who clearly doesn’t feel the same way.”
the silence that follows is horrifying, absolutely horrifying.
you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.
your eyes squeeze shut.
“nevermind, forget i said that.”
nothing.
“please forget i said that.”
still nothing.
“that’s gonna be difficult.”
you blink slowly.
jack is staring at you looking almost as nervous as you feel.
which should be impossible.
“why?” you whisper.
his laugh comes out disbelieving.
“because i’ve been trying not to tell you the exact same thing for months.”
your brain completely stops working. “what?”
“i like you.”
another step closer, “more than i should.”
another, “have for a while.”
the tears are still there but now you’re smiling through them.
and jack smiles too, like he’s finally allowed to.
“you really had no idea?” he asks.
you shake your head. “i thought i was imagining it.”
“you weren’t.”
“oh.”
“yeah.”
“oh.”
he laughs.
and before either of you can overthink it, his hand gently brushes your cheek. wiping away the last tear. his thumb lingers.
your breath catches.
so does his.
then finally,
he kisses you.
soft.
careful.
like something precious.
like something he’d been wanting to do for a very long time.
You and dennis woke up late this morning, but you miraculously now have a few minutes to kill before your shift. What could possibly happen in 10 minutes?
wc: 1,642
warnings: dry humping—semi public (they’re in the car but in a parking garage), r is a freak who js wants her man (real), getting caught, hickies, pet names (angel, baby, love) santos n langdon getting along??? (sort of)
an: HI GUYS!! NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED!!
i have another whitaker fic in the works in case y’all fw him. s/o to my gf for inspiring me to make this bc she loves whitaker (me tew). more abbot coming soon too :p
feedback is always welcomed! feel free to send requests as well :]
Imagine making out with Dennis in your car, parked in the PTMC parking garage.
The pair of you had woken up late, so there was absolutely no time for your pre-shift, morning quickie—much to your dismay.
Luckily, though, traffic was q—not bad, which gave you and your fiancé about 10 minutes in the car.
He parked towards the corner, which is out of the ordinary for him, but there was no way he’d be able to survive a 12 hour shift without getting his hands on you.
And you felt the same way, so it worked out.
Dennis kisses you passionately as you straddle him in the driver’s seat. His hands glide from the back of your neck to your spine, and then eventually the curve of your ass.
You can’t help but moan in delight once he gives you a firm squeeze—almost as if he needed to in order to breathe.
Between your shared kisses and Dennis’ light panting, you’re sure the windows are starting to fog up. Barely any light enters the car between the dimly lit parking garage and the sun that is slow to wake. He can’t see all of your lovely features because of the shadows’ influx—but what he can see makes his heart skip a beat and his pants start to twitch.
Eyelashes tickle his cheeks as your closed eyes flutter ever-so slightly. Your urgency brings your brows to furrow; Dennis’ hand goes to caress the side of your face then lightly brushes the lobe of your ear. His touch reminds you of a dandelion that sways through the sky: both gentle and faint.
Your hands grip his scrubs tightly, as if your world were crumbling and your icy-blue-eyed man was your only salvation.
Once Dennis feels you start to pull away, he lets out a noise akin to a whine, murmuring a soft ‘no’ against your lips.
“Time check?” You ask breathily with a love-struck grin and a twinkling gaze before diving back into the enchanting pool that is Dennis’ lips.
He peers over your shoulder at the digital clock, blinking simultaneously as it shines the numbers ‘6:55’.
Dennis parts briefly to murmur, “Five minutes.”
You scan his face, eyes glinting with something Dennis reckons is far from innocence. “Think I can get you off in five?” You ask with an experimental roll of your hips. The doctor that sits beneath you groans and immediately places his hands on your hips, halting you from moving any more. “Jesus—” he huffs. “Y-you and I both know you can—oh god…” A gasp rips from his parted mouth.
He clears his throat sharply. “Angel, I cannot be two minutes i-into my shift and already change my scrubs..!” Dennis sighs as your tongue licks the side of his neck. “They’ll—mmn! They’ll know, baby,” Dennis whispers, because he knows that anything louder will display his growing need for you.
Your grinding stops and it takes everything in Dennis not to whine. You take your index finger and drag it down the slope of his nose, watching as his slightly glossy eyes follow your movements carefully.
“If you want me to stop, then I will, love.”
Dennis swallows, taking another peak at the clock.
6:57.
Three minutes until the two of you had to waltz into the ED and pretend as if you weren’t dry humping in the car.
Dennis knows his boner isn’t going away without a little help in three minutes.
“Oh fuck—please—” Dennis grits through his teeth before rolling your hips on his lap. You sigh and let your head tilt back for a second. Dennis grinds up into you with hurried movements; his chest rises and falls quickly as he pants.
“Fuck,” you whisper with an inhale. One of Dennis' hands lightly presses on your back, pushing you to the crook of his neck. “Oh god…” Dennis groans, voice oozing with rasp.
You lean back into him, kissing his lips with feverish intent. You’re starting to lose where you stop and where Dennis begins, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.
That is, until the harsh rocking of your hips results in your ass hitting the steering wheel.
Specifically the horn.
“Holy—”
“Jesus chr—”
Teeth clash into each other; foreheads bump; curses leave mouths in flurried strings.
You’re quick to raise from Dennis' neck, gasping for air as you look down in shock. He looks equally as perplexed, but his stare bores over your shoulder.
You glance back and your eyes widen to the size of a saucer.
The corner of the parker garage is now being illuminated by the hazard lights on Dennis' car, which somehow turned on in your panicked frenzy.
You whip your head around the opposite way, nearly giving yourself whiplash as your finger scrambles to the button.
You feel Dennis sit up beneath you, and the two of you sigh in relief once the lights stop their blinking. You pinch your eyes shut, and when you open them, you take a second to look out of the windshield.
That’s when you realize that it didn’t matter how quickly you turned the hazards off—because the damage had already been done.
In front of you stands none other than Frank Langdon, who completely fails—though you don’t think he’s trying—to mask his state of pure and utter disbelief.
His shoulders are wound up tight; his palms face outwards, as if his astonishment won’t allow him to even close his fists; and if it were possible, his jaw would be completely on the floor.
You feel Dennis stiffen underneath you, and all you can do is gape at Frank like a fish out of water. The car is dead silent—you and Dennis can’t even let out a peep through your bated breath.
The brunette’s eyes flicker between you and Dennis before a mischievous smirk fixes its way onto his chiseled face.
“No—no,” you exclaim worrisomely, holding your hand out to the glass for Frank to ‘wait’ as he starts to walk backwards. You fumble to gather your bearings before opening the driver’s seat door.
Dennis sputters, “Wait! Baby—” but before he can finish, you’re hopping out of the car, trekking after the senior resident with ferocity Dennis has never seen you exhibit.
He sighs, running a hand over his face before adjusting his scrubs as he listens to the sound of your ranting grow faint.
Dennis comes in at 7:02 with his head down and an unusual pep in his step.
“Running from the cops, Huckleberry?” Trinity snorts when he passes by, but he doesn’t have the will to respond.
Despite the wave of doctors rolling in, Dennis finds himself relieved when he makes it back to the central hub without another question thrown in his direction.
“Hey, Prince Charming!” Frank chirps.
You hiss in Frank's direction. You want to walk over to Dennis when you hear him groan, but you decide to look at your clipboard for the upteenth time—you totally weren’t re-reading each word on the page waiting for Dennis to walk in. absolutely not!
Frank crosses his arms, glancing at his watch before setting his sights on your fiancé. “Few minutes late, Whitaker. Everything alright this morning?”
“Just fine,” Dennis mutters with annoyance.
Trinity muses, “Doesn’t sound fine.”
Frank suddenly laughs—it’s both loud and obnoxious. “Holy shit, Whitaker! Doesn’t look fine either, look at that!”
Both you and Dennis freeze as if the world had stopped. Your eyes shoot up to him and the two of you quickly discover the red-ish mark that adorns the side of his neck.
You’re too far away to see the teeth marks as well, but Trinity isn’t.
She’s quick to exclaim, “No fucking way!” This causes a few heads to turn, including Robby's as he looks over quizzedly for a beat. Dennis immediately shushes Trinity with a finger to his lips and a hand shooting outwards.
“Both of you keep it down, please!”
Frank hums. “Bet you couldn’t keep it down in the car with Sunshine, huh, Dennis?"
Trinity guffaws, “Oh-ho, this is good!” She leans in—which is an unusual sight for you all.
Frank murmurs, despite Dennis' protesting, “Saw those two getting frisky in the parking garage like 10 minutes ago.” he points between you and Dennis, and suddenly you’re fascinated by the boring paint color of the Pitt. “Clumsy asses honked the horn,” he adds with a snicker.
Trinity has a cocky grin on her face. “Y’know, this is the first time you’ve proven yourself useful,” she says, watching as the smirk on Frank's face dim slightly whilst he tilts his head at her.
“But you two,” she whips her head around in your direction since Dennis had gradually gravitated towards you, her ponytail swishing with her every move. “You two—are bad,” she huffs a laugh.
Frank hears his name called from the opposite direction and starts to head over, but not before grinning and saying, “Next time you decide to bring your sexcapades to work, bring some concealer, yeah?”
You clear your throat instantly, looking down at your clipboard. Dennis' face beats cherry red, making Trinity laugh once again before pulling her phone out from the pocket of her scrubs.
She then takes a picture of Dennis' face before he can stop her. “This is laugh of the week, Huckleberry! Oh my god!” She then struts away with a newfound sense of joy.
“So,” Dennis whistles, rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous tick of his that stemmed from Robby. “It could be worse…”
Dana then makes her presence known, peering over her glasses. “Kid, nothing could be worse than getting caught in a supply closet.” She then walks away with a small smirk gracing her lips, leaving both you and Dennis to stutter out in defense.
Yeah, next time, you’ll leave the quickies for the mornings at home.
001. you’re loosing me. - luke castellan x f!reader
Audrey Harper finds Luke Castellan avoiding her, not knowing why she reaches out, she always does. yet every time she finds Luke out of her grasp not wanting to open up. he always does. & it finally comes to a point where she finally stops trying to.
002. we don’t talk anymore. - 2nd part of ‘you’re loosing me.’
Audrey finds herself in quite a difficult position after a fight with Luke who is still unwilling to talk with her. lets see what happens now.
003. love me harder. - final part of ‘you’re loosing me.’
another friday at camp half blood, means another day of sparring with no other than luke. will he finally be able to break that cold shield of yours? he’ll make sure he does this time.
you discover your lab partner has been secretly living as new york’s masked hero. instead of pulling away, you choose to stand by him helping him carry the weight he’s been facing alone. and with the 2 times he’s almost poured out his whole heart to you, and one time he finally does.
002. didn’t mean to. - joaquin torres x f!reader
jealousy pushes joaquin torres to finally admit his feelings before he risks losing you to someone braver.
The Defenders ✶⋆.˚
001. are you bored yet? - matt murdock x f!reader
after a long and tiring day, you and matt find yourselves sitting on your apartment’s rooftop ranting about your day.
002. blurb - matt murdock x f!reader
short blurb about you and matt’s first time meeting
the blizzard gets bad enough that staff can’t safely leave the hospital, so everyone’s stuck overnight. the ER is quieter than usual for once, lights dimmed, tv humming a lame show, and snow hitting the windows.
002.
Frank Langdon
001. you look beautiful. - frank langdon x f!reader
after months of pining, and the two of you being oblivious. the hospitals charity gala finally gets frank to confess his underlying love to you.
002.
Trinity Santos
001.
Jack Abbot
001. patience, and patients. - jack abbot x reader
you and dr. jack abbot keep missing the moment to admit your feelings, until one emotional day at work finally brings everything out in the open, and you both realize it was never one-sided.
synopsis: after months of pining, and the two of you being oblivious. the hospitals charity gala finally gets frank to confess his underlying love to you.
warnings: cuss words but other than that there’s not really anything,, they kiss and well yk make up for lost time hehe.. fluff and a tad bit of angst, the usual order.
word count: 1063 (ik its a short onee😔)
a/n: OKAY IK I MADE A POLL BUT THIS COULD NOT WAIT!! buttttt anywayy THIS got me out of my slumppp. god i love writing for hot characters.
the gala had never mattered much to you before.
every year the hospital turned one of the expensive downtown hotels into something sparkly and glittery with expensive chandeliers, champagne towers, donors with a smile that screamed ‘expensive’ , doctors pretending they weren’t exhausted beneath pressed suits and nice shoes.
usually, you survived it.
and for you, that was enough.
but tonight felt different from the moment you stepped out of the cab.
maybe it was the dress you had picked out a week ago.
the dark blue, sparkly dress was hugging your body just enough to make you stare at yourself twice in the mirror before leaving your apartment.
maybe it was because you were tired of hiding behind scrubs and half-second ponytails pretending your heart didn’t jump everytime.. ‘he who must not be named’ walked into a room..
as you walked through the doors, your eyes scanned the room. unsure who you wanted to see first anyway.
shit-... you muttered under your breath.
frank.
you spotted him the second you entered the ballroom.
well i mean- of course you did.
he stood near the bar with one hand in his pocket, laughing softly at something one of the attendings said. his tie was loosened already, his hair slightly messy like he’d already run his fingers through them too many times.
he looked gorgeous it was unfair.
then his devastatingly blue eyes lifted.
and everything stopped.
the smile on his face disappeared first. then the conversation around him. you watched it happen in real time basically, frank staring at you like he forgot how breathing worked.
you looked away, with your heart beating a THOUSAND times per minute.
“oh my god,” javadi whispered beside you. “langdon is gone.”
“shut up victoria” you said, whisper-shouting at your friend as you smiled. heat rushing to your face.
“he’s literally staring.”
you still felt his eyes on you.
all night.
every time you laughed with someone from peds, frank looked.
every time another doctor spoke to you too long, frank’s jaw tightened.
when one of the donors flirted openly with you near the champagne table, frank almost crushed the glass in his hand.
and somehow that made your chest ache more. because frank never did anything about it. months of lingering touches. late night coffee runs after brutal shifts. inside jokes nobody remembered but the two of you. the way he always looked for you first in crowded rooms. the way his voice softened when he said your name.
it was torture. beautiful, exhausting torture.
you were halfway through escaping to the balcony for air when you heard footsteps behind you.
you already knew who it was.
frank stopped beside you quietly.
for a second neither of you spoke.
the city lights reflected across the water below, distant traffic humming softly beneath the music drifting from inside.
“you look…” he started, then laughed once under his breath. “shit, i- sorry- i had something smarter planned.”
a soft chuckle escaped you as you smiled faintly, staring ahead. “you’re a doctor. improvise.”
“right.” he glanced at you then away again too quickly. “uh, well. you look beautiful.”
your breath caught.
simple words, still enough to ruin you.
“thank you.”
silence stretched again, thick and dangerous.
frank leaned against the railing beside you, shoulders tense.
“i’ve been trying not to say that all night.”
you swallowed hard. “why?”
he head turned then.
finally fully looking at you.
and the expression on his face made your stomach twist.
because it wasn’t casual anymore. wasn’t safe anymore.
“because if i started,” he admitted softly. “i don’t think i’ve stopped wanting you.”
everything inside you froze. frank gave a small humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw.
“great. there goes the carefully maintained professionalism.”
“frank—”
“no, let me finish.” his voice cracked slightly. “please.”
you stayed still.
“i tried to ignore it.” he looked down at the city lights. “for months. maybe longer. convinced myself i was imagining things because there’s no way you felt the same.” a pause. “and if i was wrong, i didn’t want to ruin this.”
your chest ached with his confession.
“but then tonight you walked in wearing that dress and i-…” he shook his head slowly. “you looked at me and i forgot every rational thought i’ve ever had.”
you couldn’t breathe properly anymore.
frank stepped closer carefully, like he was terrified you’d disappear if he moved too fast.
“i’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
there it was.
raw and terrifying and very real.
your eyes burned instantly.
frank noticed.
“say something,” he whispered.
you let out a shaky laugh instead because if you didn’t, you’d probably cry.
“you idiot.”
panic flashed across his face immediately. “right. okay. deserved—”
“i’m in love with you too.”
silence.
frank blinked.
once.
twice.
“what?”
“frank.” you laughed wetly, grabbing his sleeve. “i’ve been in love with your dumb ass forever.”
he stared at you like the world had genuinely tilted off its axis. then suddenly he was smiling.
real smiling.
big and disbelieving and beautiful enough to make your knees weak.
“you’re serious?”
“painfully so.”
“oh my god.”
he laughed softly then, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between you.
“do you know how many times i almost said something?”
“do you know how many times i almost quit because of it?”
“wait, really?”
“no,” you admitted. “but it sounded dramatic.”
frank groaned, laughing under his breath before his forehead dropped against your shoulder.
and the contact felt devastatingly intimate.
warm.
his hands crept to your waist and he pulled you against him. his head finding comfort in the crook of you neck, his nose breathing in your scent. if he were to die, right now? he’d be more than happy.
“I can’t believe this,” he murmured.
“better believe it, dr. langdon.”
he lifted his head slightly, eyes flicking down to your lips.
“can i kiss you?”
“please” your voice came out breathless.
that was all he needed.
his hand cupped your face gently like something precious, then kissed you.
soft at first. careful even.
like he still couldn’t believe this was real.
the kiss deepened instantly, all those months of tension and longing and restraint crashing together at once.
your fingers tangled in his suit jacket while his hands slid around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
and god. the way he kissed. like he’d been starving.
when you both finally pulled apart, both of you werebreathing hard, frank rested his forehead against yours again.
“i should’ve done that months ago.”
“absolutely.”
you laughed quietly, thumb brushing against his.
inside the ballroom, music and laughter continued like the world hadn’t just changed completely.
but out here on the balcony, wrapped up in frank langdon’s arms with his lips still swollen from kissing you, everything felt different now.
synopsis: the blizzard gets bad enough that staff can’t safely leave the hospital, so everyone’s stuck overnight. the ER is quieter than usual for once, lights dimmed, tv humming a lame show, and snow hitting the windows.
warnings: uhhh curse words basically, JUST FLUFF OKAY!!??
word count: 1578
a/n: im so glad gerran is getting famous, he was my favorite actor back then, I WAS OBSESSED WITH YOUNG DRACULA.
snow started falling just after midnight. just like it did, every day of the week. except it wasn’t this heavy.
at first, nobody in the er really noticed.
THE PITT was always loud. monitors beeping, phones ringing, hurried footsteps against the floor, stretchers and gurneys squeaking down hallways. weather didn’t really matter much when people kept arriving bleeding, coughing, crashing.
but around one in the morning, the waiting room televisions switched from late-night reruns to emergency weather alerts.
by two, nurses were muttering about road closures.
by three, the hospital administration sent out the inevitable message:
SEVERE WEATHER CONDITIONS. ESSENTIAL STAFF ONLY. REMAIN INSIDE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
the collective groan from the er could probably be heard from another city.
dennis looked up from the chart in with tired eyes.
“you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“you say that like you were going home anyway,” santos retorted , shoving past him with a stack of supplies balanced against her hip.
dennis flipped her off weakly.
she grinned.
“you look terrible, whitaker.”
“i feel terrible.”
“you always feel terrible.”
“fair.”
you snorted quietly from beside the nurses’ station, earning a tired glance from dennis.
it wasn’t much of a glance.
just half a second.
but lately you’d started noticing the small things about him.
the way he leaned against counters when exhausted, like his body somehow forgot how to hold itself upright.
the dark circles under his eyes that never really disappeared.
how he rubbed the back of his neck whenever he was stressed.
how gentle his hands became with patients despite how rough he acted with himself.
and well, recently.. how his eyes kept finding yours in crowded rooms.
like he was checking you were still there.
you looked away before he could catch you staring.
the storm got worse by 5am.
snow hammered against the hospital windows in thick piles, turning the parking lot into hills of white. the few staff members who’d attempted leaving came back just around twenty minutes later covered in snow.
so everyone stayed.
ellis and shen stole naps in break rooms.
abbot and cruz fought over stale vending machine snacks.
princess started a betting pool over how long the power grid would survive.
and dennis had been awake for almost twenty-two hours by then.
you could see it in the way he moved slower now, exhaustion following his every move.
still, he refused to stop.
“come one. you need a break,” you told him after catching him rereading the same sentence three times.
“i’m fine.”
“didn’t you almost walk into a wall ten minutes ago?”
“i was thinking.”
“you apologized. to the WALL.”
dennis blinked at you.
“…did i?”
“mhm.”
“oh.”
you bit back a smile.
he looked unfairly soft when sleep deprived.
not that you’d ever admit that out loud. god, it was too embarrassing
by evening, the er finally settled into something quieter.
not calm though.
the pitt was never calm. everyone knew that well.
but instead, it shifted into something quieter.
the fluorescent lights dimmed slightly overhead, casting everything in muted gold and pale blue shadows. the snow continued falling outside, thick against the glass.
you found dennis standing near the coffee machine staring into space.
not drinking coffee.
just staring at it.
“that bad?” you asked softly.
he startled slightly before exhaling.
“i think my body’s shutting down.”
“yeah- well, probably because you know, HUMANS need sleep.”
“maybe.”
“you’re losing cognitive function, dennis.”
“that implies i had some to begin with.”
you laughed softly.
and something in dennis’s expression loosened at the sound.
‘fuck.’ you thought to yourself.
that kept happening too.
like hearing you laugh physically relaxed him.
and well- yeah. you cant deny that it made your heart skip a beat, no matter how ‘highschool’ that sounded.
you nudged his shoulder lightly.
“come sit down for five minutes.”
“i can’t.”
“you absolutely can.”
“there could be—”
“whitaker.”
he stopped.
you lowered your voice slightly.
“you’re exhausted.”
for a second, he looked like he might argue.
then his shoulders sagged.
just slightly.
“five minutes,” he muttered.
“five minutes,” you agreed.
the waiting room was nearly empty.
a few people slept slumped across chairs while snowstorm coverage played quietly on the mounted television overhead.
you and dennis claimed a corner near the windows.
he sat beside you with a groan, scrubbing both hands down his face.
“everything hurts.”
“isn’t that usually a bad sign in a hospital?”
“uh-huh. yeah thanks,i’ll chart that.”
you handed him the bag of pretzels you’d stolen from the vending machine earlier.
he looked at them.
then at you.
“you remembered i like these?”
the question came out quieter than expected.
you shrugged casually even though warmth crept into your face.
“uh yeah, you eat them every shift.”
“huh.”
he looked strangely affected by that.
like nobody remembered small things about him often.
the thought made your chest ache.
for a while, neither of you spoke.
just sat there listening to the distant hum of the hospital.
dennis’s knee brushed yours occasionally, and yours his.
neither of you moved away.
outside, snow buried the city deeper in white.
inside, the heat hummed softly through the vents.
dennis exhaled slowly beside you.
“you ever think this place feels weird during storms?”
you turned toward him slightly.
“what do you mean?”
“like…” he gestured vaguely. “everything outside just like.. stops, for a little while.”
you looked out the window.
the world beyond the glass had vanished into snowfall.
“i know what you mean.”
he leaned his head back against the wall.
“i think this is the first time i’ve sat down all day.”
“you’re welcome.”
“you bullied me into it.”
“and i’d do it again.”
a tired smile tugged at his mouth.
rare enough that your stomach flipped stupidly.
then silence settled again. not awkward silence.
the kind that only happens when someone becomes comfortable enough to exist beside you without filling every second with noise.
dennis’s arm rested against yours now. heavy with exhaustion.
you glanced sideways.
his eyes were closed.
“dennis?”
“mhm?”
“you falling asleep?”
“no.”
a pause.
“…maybe.”
you smiled softly. his head tilted slightly toward you. sleep was already pulling at him.
you’d never seen him this relaxed before.
no tension in his jaw. no stress between his brows. just tiredness. pure, overwhelming tiredness.
carefully, you shifted a little closer.
his hand rested between you on the chair.
without thinking too hard about it, you let your fingers brush his.
dennis stirred faintly.
then almost instinctively, his fingers curled around yours.
your breath caught.
he didn’t open his eyes. didn’t pull away. just held your hand like it was the easiest thing in the world.
like he’d wanted to for longer than either of you admitted. something unbearably soft settled in your chest.
you leaned your head gently against his shoulder.
dennis made the quietest sound somewhere between a sigh and contentment and shifted closer automatically.
his grip tightened slightly around your hand.
and just like that, exhaustion dragged you under too.
dana was looking for dennis when she found you both.
she stopped in the doorway.
for a long moment, she simply stared.
dennis sat slumped in the waiting room chair fast asleep, head tilted slightly toward yours.
your cheek rested against his shoulder.
one of his hands still tangled with yours between the seats.
the television flickered quietly overhead.
snowstorm light glowed pale blue through the windows.
and dennis looked peaceful.
dana couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that. the kid practically lived wound tight. always moving. always apologizing. always trying to prove himself useful enough to deserve being there.
but now?
now he looked young. safe. human.
her expression softened immediately. carefully, dana grabbed one of the spare blankets draped nearby and stepped closer.
neither of you woke as she laid it gently across both your laps.
dennis shifted slightly in his sleep, unconsciously leaning closer into you.
dana smiled despite herself.
“well,” she murmured quietly, “about damn time.”
then she walked away without waking either of you.
you woke sometime later to warmth.
not hospital warmth.
not overheated vents and fluorescent lights. real warmth. heavy warmth pressed beside you. your eyes blinked open slowly. dennis was awake.
barely.
his head rested lightly against yours now, sleepy eyes half-lidded beneath messy curls. for a second neither of you moved. then he glanced down at your intertwined hands.
still clasped together.
his ears turned pink almost instantly.
“oh.”
you smiled sleepily.
“oh?”
“i think—” he cleared his throat softly, “i think i accidentally held your hand.”
“accidentally?”
“severe weather conditions.”
“that’s your defense?”
“i’m compromised.”
you laughed quietly.
dennis looked at you like the sound alone was enough to keep him awake.
and then,
his thumb brushed once across your knuckles.
intentional this time. your heart nearly stopped. “you drool in your sleep,” you whispered.
his expression immediately changed.
“i do not.”
“you absolutely do.”
“that’s defamatory.”
“there’s evidence.”
“destroy it.”
you grinned. dennis stared at you for a moment longer, exhaustion making him softer around the edges.
less guarded. then, quietly:
“i don’t think i’ve slept that well in months.”
the honesty in his voice hit harder than expected. you squeezed his hand gently.
“maybe you just needed someone to make you rest.”
he looked down at your joined hands again. then back at you.
and with snow falling endlessly outside the hospital windows, dennis whitaker smiled like maybe just maybe he finally believed that could be true.
a/n: short blurb about u and matt’s first time meeting. psss, u have powers hazah hazah
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It was raining when you first met matt and/or daredevil.
of course it is.
You were fighting off a rouge gang, smuggling weapons into the city. they had crates filled with weapons. So you tracked them down, these few you were fighting are the last ones. or so you hoped they were.
they were no match for you, of course. you were fighting off 8 people at the same time, yet you still kicked their asses.
it was great being a vigilante. you went solo, except for when you find yourself with your long time friend Jessica jones or even Luke cage. it wasn’t unusual to see fellow vigilantes, hell’s kitchen was overall, a small place.
one thing you hated was the justice system here in NYC. thats why at a very young age, you decided to fix that and did a marvelous job at it.
the rain was a great impact on your vision, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t seen the red blur in the corner of your eye.
you ducked just in time.
a baton swung past your head, missing you by inches before embedding itself into one of the wooden crates behind you. the man who threw it cursed under his breath.
“shit—”
you spun on your heel and kicked him square in the chest, sending him crashing into the rest of the rouge gang members trying to stand back up.
“you guys seriously never learn?” you muttered, breathing heavily.
rain soaked through your suit, dripping from your hair and down your jaw. sirens echoed somewhere in the distance, growing louder by the second.
great.
the last thing you needed was the nypd showing up before you disappeared.
another movement caught your attention.
that same red blur.
faster this time.
you narrowed your eyes through the rain. perched on top of one of the shipping containers nearby was a figure dressed in dark red, unmoving despite the storm around him.
daredevil.
well no shit, of course it was. guy shoes up jumping around building roof’s, dressed like a tomato. who else could that be.
“you planning on helping,” you called out, “or are you just enjoying the show?”
he tilted his head slightly, almost amused.
“you looked like you had it handled.”
his voice was calm. too calm for someone who had apparently been watching you get jumped by eight ARMED men.
you scoffed.
“yeah? well next time maybe jump in before i get stabbed.” you retorted.
“you weren’t going to get stabbed.”
you opened your mouth to argue, but paused.
you’ve heard about his ‘heightened senses’ stuff from jessica.
show off.
before either of you could say anything else, one of the gang members groaned from the ground and reached for a gun that had slid beneath a crate.
you moved instantly.
so did matt.
one second he was standing twenty feet away.
the next, the man was on the ground and unconscious.
you blinked.
“…show off.”
“says the person who just took down like- what?8 men alone?”
.. yeah, okay. fair enough.
silence settled between the two of you for a moment, interrupted only by the sound of rain hammering against metal and pavement.
up close, you could see the bruises forming along his jaw. fresh cuts across his knuckles.
he looked just as exhausted as you felt.
“rouge gang’s been busy lately,” he finally said. “this is the third shipment this week.”
“yeah, and somebody keeps tipping them off before the police can raid the warehouses.”
his expression shifted slightly at that.
“you know something?” you said, eyeing him suspiciously
“maybe.”
you crossed your arms. “wow, yeah no, that’s not suspicious at all.”
before he could answer, the sound of police sirens grew closer. flashing red and blue lights reflected off the puddles surrounding the docks.
matt stepped back toward the shadows automatically.
habit maybe. you took note anyway.
you should’ve left too.
instead, for some reason, you stayed.
“you gonna disappear dramatically now tomato?” you asked.
a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“usually.”
“right. very mysterious.”
“so… you’re hell kitchen’s.. devil boy?”
another crack of thunder echoed overhead.
“daredevil, actually.”
then, unexpectedly, he held something out toward you.
your pocket knife.
the one you’d lost halfway through the fight.
“…thanks.”
his fingers brushed yours for barely a second as you took it back.
still, somehow, it felt weirdly electric.
you blamed the lightning though.
“and you are?” he said, wondering aloud.
“ its Y/N.”
he smiled softly as he took note of your name.
“you should get out of here before the cops arrive,” matt said quietly.
“you too.”
he chuckled softly.
then he stepped backward off the container—
and vanished into the rain.
you stared at where he stood for a second longer than necessary.
“…great,” you muttered to yourself.
because now you knew two things.
one: hell’s kitchen somehow got even more complicated tonight.
and two:
meeting matt murdock was probably going to become a problem.
when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD
synopsis: jealousy pushes joaquin torres to finally admit his feelings before he risks losing you to someone braver.
warnings: uhhh nothing??
joaquin doesn’t realize it at first.
he’s sitting inside, against the quinjet after training, helmet tucked under his arm, pretending to scroll through his phone. but he’s not really looking at anything. his eyes keep drifting.
to you.
you’re across the hangar laughing with one of the newer recruits. the guy is tall, confident, a little too comfortable. he says something you clearly think is funny because you laugh. not the polite one you give strangers, but the real one. the one that makes your eyes squint and your shoulders shake.
the recruit lightly touches your arm.
it’s quick. harmless.
but something tight twists in joaquin’s chest.
he straightens without meaning to. jaw clenched. he tells himself it’s stupid. you’re allowed to talk to whoever you want. you’re not his. he has no claim.
so why does it feel like he just lost something?
when you finally walk over, sitting down beside hime and smiling like nothing’s wrong, he forces himself to look normal.
“you good?” you ask, nudging his shoulder.
“yeah. why wouldn’t i be?” too fast. too sharp.
your smile fades just a little. “you’ve been quiet.”
“i’m always quiet.”
“no, you’re not,” you say softly. “you’ve been weird since training.”
he exhales through his nose. runs a hand through his hair. “i’m not weird.”
you cross your arms, studying him. “joaquin.”
he hates that tone. the one that means you see right through him.
“it’s nothing,” he mutters.
you step closer anyway. close enough that he can feel your presence, warm and steady. “if it’s nothing, why are you upset?”
“i’m not upset.”
“you are.”
silence stretches between you. the hangar suddenly feels louder. farther away. like the world is happening somewhere else.
he finally looks at you.
really looks at you.
“i didn’t like seeing him look at you like that.”
your brows knit together. “like what?”
“like he had a chance.”
the words hang there, heavier than he expected.
your heart visibly skips. “and does he?”
joaquin swallows. suddenly this feels bigger than jealousy. bigger than pride.
“i don’t know,” he says quietly. “do i?”
and there it is.
not anger.
not possessiveness.
fear.
fear that he waited too long. fear that someone braver would say the words first. fear that he’d misread everything between you.
you step even closer, barely any space left between you now. his breath falters.
“you do,” you whisper.
he searches your face like he’s afraid you’re joking. when he realizes you’re not, something in him softens. relief crashes into him so hard he almost laughs.
“i didn’t mean to get jealous,” he admits, voice lower now. vulnerable.
you smile gently. “i didn’t mean to like you this much.”
that’s it. that’s the final push.
he pulls you in. hands curling around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, and a sigh of relief comes out of him. he’s hesitant for half a second giving you time to pull away.
you don’t.
and when he leans in this time, it’s not rushed. not impulsive.
it’s certain.
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