#vermelain

[survivingpierce]

@vermelain sent: The silence was suspicious. Which, to be fair, was never a good sign when it came to Finn Mikaelson. He stood in the doorway of her latest temporary apartment like he owned the entire building, which he might, she hadn’t checked and held a single flower in his hand. Not roses, no. Not even something tragically poetic like dead lilies. It was a daisy. A single, stupidly cheerful daisy. Like it had been ripped straight out of a children’s book. He looked like he hated it. And possibly himself. ❝ Before you say anything ❞ Finn held up a finger, the daisy dangling from his other hand like it had deeply offended him, ❝ I am perfectly aware this is embarrassing. I am also aware that you were never going to ask me out first, because apparently your feminism is so powerful it eats romance for breakfast. ❞ He took a breath. Theatrical. Long-suffering. ❝ So. Here I am. Standing in the hallway like a Victorian governess who just remembered what feelings are. Asking you, Katherine Pierce, out on a proper date. The kind with food, and candles, and possibly… regrettable emotional vulnerability. ❞ He thrust the daisy forward like it was a weapon, eyes narrowing in a mock glare. ❝ Take this flower and let me emotionally ruin myself like a gentleman, or so help me, I will leave it in your mailbox with a handwritten sonnet and a plague curse. Your choice. ❞ And yet under the snark and dramatics, he looked almost… hopeful. Which, frankly, was disgusting.

       katherine's smile bloomed when she opened the door to find finn mikaelson waiting for her, his daisy-wielding dramatics apartment doorway pure entertainment. his mock glare and 'embarrassing' whine sparked a laugh, her eyes glinting with mischief. "finn mikaelson, i didn't expect you to overcome your shadow and actually come and meet me. and playing romantic with a daisy? didn’t see that coming. actually, that's ... oddly charming. not your cliché roses. i'm touched you tried," she said, leaning against the frame, voice dripping with tease. "my feminism doesn’t eat romance; it demands effort. and you’re delivering, i’ll give you that." her gaze flicked to the daisy, simple, almost childish. unexpected, though. who would think about picking a daisy? even if it was a last-second idea, it was a surprising choice.

       "candles, food, and your mopey confessions? tempting," she said, her smirk sly but warm. "fine, you convinced me. i’ll go on your little date. but also because i don't know i'm capable of swooning over handwritten sonnets and plague curses," she winked, a light chuckle escaping her throat. she has to say ... she's impressed. his appearance here and his words were intriguing, as if he truly could be a hidden jewel.

       "hold on," she added, stepping back, her voice playful. "let me grab a jacket, unless you want me freezing while you bare your soul." katherine sauntered to her closet, snatching a sleek leather jacket, her heels clicking as she returned, taking the daisy with a mock curtsy. "alright, mikaelson, lead the way. dazzle me; or at least don’t bore me." her eyes locked his, flirty yet challenging, genuinely eager to see where this lonely, daisy-toting original would take her, ready for a night that might just surprise them both.  

[survivingpierce]

The silence was suspicious. Which, to be fair, was never a good sign when it came to Finn Mikaelson. He stood in the doorway of her latest temporary apartment like he owned the entire building, which he might, she hadn’t checked and held a single flower in his hand. Not roses, no. Not even something tragically poetic like dead lilies. It was a daisy. A single, stupidly cheerful daisy. Like it had been ripped straight out of a children’s book. He looked like he hated it. And possibly himself.

❝ Before you say anything ❞ Finn held up a finger, the daisy dangling from his other hand like it had deeply offended him, ❝ I am perfectly aware this is embarrassing. I am also aware that you were never going to ask me out first, because apparently your feminism is so powerful it eats romance for breakfast. ❞ He took a breath. Theatrical. Long-suffering.

❝ So. Here I am. Standing in the hallway like a Victorian governess who just remembered what feelings are. Asking you, Katherine Pierce, out on a proper date. The kind with food, and candles, and possibly… regrettable emotional vulnerability. ❞ He thrust the daisy forward like it was a weapon, eyes narrowing in a mock glare. ❝ Take this flower and let me emotionally ruin myself like a gentleman, or so help me, I will leave it in your mailbox with a handwritten sonnet and a plague curse. Your choice. ❞ And yet under the snark and dramatics, he looked almost… hopeful. Which, frankly, was disgusting.

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[malka-lisitsa]

Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you… and now I owe $80 and my pride

Mr. Steal yo girl making good on his Elijah revenge campaign

"You can hand me your black card and we'll call it even."

[malka-lisitsa]

If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber… and I’d still be alone at the grocery store.

Mr. Steal yo girl's step one in Elijah revenge

"I'll give you an 8 out of 10. The unassuming ending gave you extra points. I love when a man doesn't come in entitled to something he has no business feeling entitled to."

[archived-mikaels0n-writing]

@vermelain cont

A soundless laugh came over Elijah as his brother spoke to him, as if he didn't know all that he had done and experienced. As if he didn't carry the burden every day that he really did carry, because he had chosen family. Because he had decided to stick by Niklaus, no matter what fanatical plans he had implemented. Finn's closeness, his words, everything came crashing down on Elijah like a tidal wave. He straightened his shoulders a little. He wasn't one to give in easily. But Finn brought up things that had been bothering Elijah for some time. He had withdrawn from his family, especially Niklaus. He had even fled to Paris to create physical distance. Niklaus hadn't been happy about it, but he had enough problems of his own and Elijah was still available and supportive as best he could. The vampire spread his arms.

“Can't you see I'm about to change?” He spat the words into the space between his brother and himself. "But you don't care about anything as long as you can stay on your steed. You think everything you've done has been right and good, but,“ Elijah's finger tightened on Finn, already almost pressed to his chest, but there was still air between them, ”you're no better than any of us. No matter how much you deny it, betrayal and guilt is in your blood." Elijah drew back a little, his eyes fixed darkly on his brother. He had raised his voice just a little, but continued to breathe calmly. “We mean something to you, I mean something to you, because otherwise you wouldn't try to kill me every time.”

[taintedbloodlines]

( @vermelain liked for a starter from Bonnie Bennett )

Bonnie was not sure what she expected when she opened the door but it was safe to say that finding him was not it. She took a deep breath. " --- what are you doing here?" she asked quietly. "The last time I helped you it got my mother turned into a vampire. So if you're here for something like that you've got the wrong witch."

[mikaels0n-elijah]

📝 + Finn, the best looking of the Mikaelsons. 😘

" wishlist + a muse's name "

the idea of the two of them getting to know each other and ... well, maybe not becoming family, but at least allies. Understand each other until they can coexist without hating each other.

A prison in which they sit together and have to break out together. Magical? Or not? They'll have to find out.

Or how about PAST? A plot where they were still human. And from there… move on. Let's rewrite everything.

[taintedbloodlines]

( @vermelain liked for a starter from Klaus Mikaelson )

Klaus heard someone coming and knew exactly who it was before he even entered the room. He groaned, sinking further into his seat. " --- go ahead, brother. Let me hear the list of crimes I have committed against you. I am sure you have them memorized in order of which they occurred." His features were surly as he tipped his head up to look at Finn.