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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.

Because there's only one freaking bed.

Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?

Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.

What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.

Maybe you just might pull your hair out.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!

Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!

All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.

Word Count: 4,602

Hell.

This was absolute pure fucking hell.

As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.

Great. This was just great.

No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.

Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.

But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.

You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.

"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.

"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."

Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.

It made you shiver.

Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.

You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.

Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.

It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.

Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.

Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.

Well. That certainly would be pleasant.

"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."

***

After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.

Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.

When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.

It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.

From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.

But it was the contrary.

He liked you.

He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.

Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.

The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.

"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.

"Yes, Sarge."

He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.

Not that he would tell you that.

No.

Never.

***

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."

So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.

Nope.

There was only one.

Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.

"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."

You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."

Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

Get yourself together Barnes.

Don't throw her over your shoulder.

Don't do that.

"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.

And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.

Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.

With him.

In the same frigging bed together.

Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.

But tonight though?

Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.

Just the slightest bit.

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."

***

Warm.

He was just oh so warm.

Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.

You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.

Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.

Nope.

There were no heaters in the safehouse.

Absolutely none.

Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.

He had chosen the latter.

With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.

It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.

For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.

And then he heard it.

Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.

"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.

"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.

Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.

"Omega. Wake up."

Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.

You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.

Her Alpha had given her a Command.

So why wouldn't she listen?

Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.

Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.

Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.

You had been having a nightmare.

A full-fledged nightmare.

You hadn't had one of those in a while.

"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.

You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.

"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.

You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.

For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.

You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"

"Not long."

Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.

Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.

Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.

A deep rumble had come from Bucky.

The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.

You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.

A deep groan came from Bucky.

Was he asleep?

You stopped moving.

Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.

Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.

You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.

A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.

Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."

Your eyes flew open.

He was awake.

And you had been-

Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.

He saw red.

Pure absolute red.

You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.

Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.

When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.

"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.

Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.

Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.

Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.

Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.

He felt free.

This was freeing to him.

And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.

Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.

"More, more, more, please James, please-"

Something snapped in him.

Broke.

Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.

You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.

Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?

Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.

You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.

You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.

James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.

Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.

Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.

Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.

Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.

Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.

"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."

Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.

You swore.

Like- you really did.

You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.

But it wasn't like you were complaining though.

Because you weren't.

Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.

His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.

Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.

It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.

"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."

Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.

Theirs.

You were theirs.

After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.

"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."

A noise came from you.

"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"

Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.

"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.

"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.

"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.

"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.

"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."

A noise of deep discomfort came from you.

"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"

"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."

A deep rumble came from your Mate.

"I love you too, Little Omega."

Your head peeked up.

"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucky burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."

"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."

The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.

"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."

Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.

"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.

You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.

"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."

"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."

His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.

A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.

His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.

Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.

"Mine."

A harsh thrust made you sob.

"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"

You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.

Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.

He lifted his head.

Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.

"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.

Home.

You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.

"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.

Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.

"I love you too, Alpha."

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starlightstevie · 4 years ago

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fics rec / march 2021

Hello again! Here are my favourite fics from the past month - I enjoyed reading these so MUCH and I hope you guys do too!

(* is smut)

Fuck it I’m recommending this again this month because Kait’s cowboy!Thor series is just THAT good and everyone needs this country boy in their life:

*I Need A Hero by @inthorantine Masterlist Cowboy!Thor: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

*saints can’t help me now by @peachyteabuck Forest god!Thor x reader: I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world. Kings give their power and authority to the beast, and those who are with him are the called and chosen and faithful.

and with that shadow upon the ground, i hear my people screaming out by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: You're on the ship when Thanos comes aboard.

*Warm Water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Reader takes a bath after a long day.

*h/c: dom!thor by @thorsthot

Imagine: Thor smells like a storm by @wandas-sunshine

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis Nomad!Steve x reader: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps.

*Morning Wood by @angrythingstarlight Nomad!Steve x reader: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.

Good Kind of Trouble by @all1e23 Biker!Stever x reader: Steve finally meets his cute neighbor. She’s not impressed.

*h/c: the way steve fucks by @helahades

*Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: You take care of an exhausted Andy.

*illicit affair by @feliciahardyn Professor!Andy Barber x reader: You had been crushing on your sexy professor, Andy Barber since the beginning of the semester but he made it hard for you to focus in class. Lucky for you, he was willing to give you the best lesson in your life though.

if it’s not you, it’s not anyone by @blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky comes back from the snap and his world is shattered.

*West Coast Turnaround by @moteldwelling Trucker!Bucky x reader: Bucky Barnes is six foot of surliness driving his eighteen-wheeler across truck stop America. Reader just so happens to have a working thumb. There’s one bed.

Let Me Protect You by @littleredstarfish Bucky x reader: He's strong but he still needs protection.

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake Bucky x reader: “I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.” Or, five times Bucky Barnes has a nightmare, and one time you do.

The World’s A Little Blurry by @summergrls Masterlist Bucky x reader: Glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the Winter Soldier.

*Oasis by @bubblebucky Bucky x reader: It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years.

call it fate, call it karma by @belladonnabarnes Bucky x reader: Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

*bucky convinces you to sit on his face by @bunnywritesmarvel

*Chaste by @tiffdawg Mando x reader: It’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.

*way down we go by @goldafterglow Mando x reader: Din is made of mismatched shards that you bind together - until you want to watch them fall apart.

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buckybeardreams · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James “Rhodey” Rhodes/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Drinking, Protective James “Rhodey” Rhodes, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark at MIT, Bottom Tony Stark, Top James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Tony Stark is a Pillow Princess, Romantic Fluff, Short & Sweet, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Come Swallowing, Come Eating, Spit As Lube, kinda voyeurism, Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark Friendship, Sappy, Tony’s a brat, Rhodey loves to spoil him, Sweet Tony Stark, Adorable Tony Stark, 1980s, Established Relationship, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/Sub

Summary:

Tony and Rhodey have been together since the end of freshman year at MIT and there’s no doubt in either of their minds that they’re in love with each other.

They’re perfect for each other in everyway.

Tony is wild and reckless and Rhodey is protective and doting. Tony likes to fly high and throw away all of his cares, but it’s okay because Rhodey keeps him grounded. After all, Tony may be the life of the party, but he’s definitely the light of Rhodey’s life and Rhodey wouldn’t have it any other way.

Word Count: 5886

AC/DC was blasting through the speakers, bodies jumping around, people singing along, nodding their heads or grabbing someone up close to feel them up. Tony was knocking back drinks at the bar with Rhodey, laughing over some joke that wasn't nearly funny enough to have them cracking up the way they were. Alcohol was coursing through their veins, their inhibitions all but gone as they refilled their shot glasses.

The room was dimly lit by black lights, but the walls were lit up with smattered white paint that glowed in the fluorescent lighting. Tony’s Black Sabbath shirt was lit up like a glowstick and his face was lit up with a grin. He let out a holler, climbing up on the bar top, bouncing on his toes to the beat, his hands reaching up to the ceiling as his bouncing turned into swaying.

"I love this song!" Tony screamed so Rhodey could hear him over the bass that practically shook the ground.

Rhodey's hand smacked against the bar as he cracked up again. They were fucked up and having a blast and when Tony fell off the bar and landed on his ass, Rhodey scrambling off his stool to check on him, Tony just popped back up and burst into a fit of giggles.

"I love you, Rhodeybear!"

Rhodey did his best to control the laughter that wanted to bubble back up and to switch over from party mode to must-protect-Tony-from-himself-at-all-costs mode. Rhodey tugged him close, nuzzling at his cheek.

"Love you too, Tones,” He murmured softly in his ear. “Why don't we go grab some snacks, hm?"

Tony sighed dramatically, wrapping his arms around Rhodey’s neck.

"You're no fun, Rhodey."

Rhodey just rolled his eyes.

"Come on, pretty boy. I don't need you throwing up all over me again, so let me get you something to settle your stomach."

Tony protested a bit, but otherwise let Rhodey tug him into the kitchen of - well, Tony wasn't entirely sure who's house they were at. Rhodey easily lifted him up onto the counter before rifling through the cupboards for something he could feed to his boyfriend. Tony was grinning, giggling intermittently and humming off tune even though the music was muffled by the walls.

"Thanks, honeybear," Tony cooed when Rhodey handed him a packet of saltines. "You're such a good provider."

Rhodey snorted.

"I know, I worked so hard to hunt down that prepackaged snack for you, baby," Rhodey said sarcastically.

"Mmhmm," Tony hummed in agreement, munching through a cracker. "You know pretty girls like men that can provide for them."

Rhodey raised a brow at him, nudging Tony's legs apart until he could nestle himself between them, his palms flat on the countertop.

"Yeah? And what about pretty boys?"

Tony's eyes sparkled and he tossed the saltines aside in favor of wrapping his arms around Rhodey's neck. Tony licked his lips in a way that he hoped was seductive and moaned softly in his ear.

"Us boys are totally self-sufficient, babe. We don't show emotions unless it's for artistic purposes. We love shaggy hair, bangles, and pants so tight it shows off our bulges and our tight asses, but we can provide for ourselves and all the pretty girls that hang off our arms just fine. Thank you very much."

Rhodey poked at his side and Tony giggled.

"Oh really?" Rhodey teased. "I was under the impression that it was only those neon shirt wearing, disco dancing boys that still want to provide for the pretty girls."

Tony threw his head back and laughed, happy and carefree. Rhodey loved that sound and he grinned at the beautiful boy pressed up close to him. He still couldn’t believe that Tony wanted him sometimes, but damn was he thrilled to be able to hold him close. His hands left the counter gripping at Tony's thighs and Tony's legs wrapped around him, his arms tightening around his neck and his hips lifting off the counter to rock against Rhodey.

Rhodey's lips fell to his neck, sucking on the pale skin and Tony whimpered, tilting his head to give him more room to suck and lick, his teeth nipping lightly right below Tony's ear and pulling a moan from his lips. Tony's hands clutched at his shirt and he ducked his head into Rhodey's neck, nuzzling against him sweetly and Rhodey groaned, tugging him closer, wanting to have Tony pressed up against him, wanting to feel all of Tony.

"Rhodey," Tony whimpered. "Need you."

"Shh, I've got you, baby. Why don't we head off to bed? I think the party's dying out anyways."

That was a blatant lie. People were still partying hard and probably would keep going until the day broke and people had to start worrying about the homework they would need to rush to finish, and the jobs they needed to get to so they could afford to continue being a university student. Rhodey was mostly saying it for Tony's sake, to appease his boyfriend, because Tony hated to leave the party.

Partying to Tony was a way of life, the best way to live life really, and Rhodey would do whatever he could to keep Tony safe while still letting him have all the fun he desired. Realistically, Rhodey wasn't great at telling Tony no. Especially when all Tony had to do was pout and Rhodey couldn't help but give him what he wanted.

Tony accepted the lie eagerly though, resting his head on Rhodey's shoulder when he was lifted into his arms. Rhodey kept one hand securely on Tony's thigh, even though Tony was clinging to him and definitely not going anywhere. He snatched up the pack of saltines in his other hand. Tony would probably want to eat more after they fucked.

Tony barely remembers the walk back to their dorm. He has a vague recollection of whining about the cold breeze brushing against his skin and Rhodey cooing at him like he was adorable or something. Tony was not adorable. He refused to accept that assessment. He was hot as hell and totally fuckable, but he was not cute or adorable or, God forbid, sweet. It didn't matter how many times Rhodey said otherwise, it just wasn't true. Tony refused to believe it.

Tony was pulled out of his thoughts by Rhodey laying him down on his bed. They used to be roommates, that's actually how they met in their freshman year at MIT, but now they had separate dorms. Tony's roommate Sam was probably still out partying with his own boyfriend, but Tony wouldn't be surprised if they showed up at some point. Not that Tony was concerned about them walking in on him and Rhodey. Tony was anything but prude.

He knew he looked great and he had exactly zero shame. Which is why he had been so willing to streak across the campus in broad daylight when Natasha dared him to. He hadn’t even been drunk at the time and he’d made a lot of new friends that day. There was no better ice breaker than hey, I’ve seen your ass before. Rhodey found the whole incident far less funny than Tony had, mostly because the dean threatened to expel him for it.

"What are you thinking about, pretty boy?" Rhodey murmured, brushing his fingers through Tony’s hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Tony blinked, focusing on Rhodey and glancing around the room like he was only just acknowledging where they were. Rhodey was hovering over him and Tony felt safe under him. Rhodey was a solid presence in his life, always there, his love never wavering, a consistent source of adoration and on top of that he knew how to get Tony all soft under him. Rhodey damn near worshipped Tony's body and Tony never had to worry about being left unsatisfied.

Tony had a lot of sex in high school, but what he had with Rhodey was so much more than just sex. The sex was amazing, sure, but Tony was convinced that it was so much better because they really loved each other. That and the fact that they both had experience and knew what not to do after all their shitty hook ups and short lived relationships in high school. There was also the aftercare that had never really existed in high school for Tony. Rhodey always cuddled Tony up close and brushed his fingers through his sweaty hair, telling him how perfect and pretty he was. Tony loved that part almost more than he loved the actual sex itself.

The foreplay leading up to sex, the during, the after, it was all perfect with Rhodey. He was the perfect combination of protective and in control while still being caring and more than willing to spoil Tony. It worked out well for both of them, because Tony was a bit of a pillow princess and Rhodey was happy to do all the work for him.

Then there was their day-to-day relationship. The easy teasing, the shameless flirting, the banter and inside jokes that no one else understood. The way Tony's eyes sparkled when Rhodey walked into the room and Rhodey smiled softly the moment he saw Tony. The way Tony didn't think about anything before he did it and it only works because Rhodey overthinks everything. Tony was a wild child, bold and spontaneous and way too reckless for anyone's good. Rhodey leveled him out by being serious when the situation called for it, giving Tony his way whenever he could, and when he couldn't he would pull him close and kiss his pouty lips in apology.

They really were two parts of a whole and if Tony believed in soulmates he would believe they were meant to be together. Rhodey definitely believed in soulmates and he was convinced that his whole life had led up to that moment when his eyes locked with Tony's from across the room and his body lit up like fireworks. He knew from that moment on that nothing before that had really mattered except as a stepping stone that would take him to that moment with Tony. Tony thought that was ridiculous. He may be spoiled, but Tony was brilliant and logical, unless it came to dares and drinking, and he insisted that there was no solid proof that souls even existed, let alone that they could find deep and meaningful connections in other souls.

Tony may not believe in soulmates, but he did know that he loved Rhodey more than he would ever love anyone else and as far as he was concerned that's all that mattered.

"I love you, honeybear."

Rhodey looked amused but fond as he kissed Tony, soft and sweet.

"That's what you're thinking about? Loving me?"

Tony nodded, whimpering.

"Thinking about you, Rhodey. Always thinking about you," Tony breathed out softly, the words barely more than a whisper, a gentle caress against Rhodey’s ear that made his body light up all warm and fuzzy like he was warming himself in front of the hearth.

Rhodey's eyes were sparkling and he looked a little in awe like Tony had just gifted him the moon and the stars.

"Fuck, you're just the sweetest little thing, baby," Rhodey groaned, trailing kisses down Tony's jaw and neck.

"Not sweet, just horny," Tony corrected.

Even to his alcohol addled brain Tony knew that his statement fell flat. All the evidence pointed to him being sweet on Rhodey and though he would never deny loving Rhodey, he was not going to admit to being sweet. Rhodey snorted, letting the knee in between Tony's legs press against the hard line in Tony's skin tight pants.

"Yeah, I can tell, baby. You're so hard for me." Rhodey's hand groped at Tony through his pants, making him grunt and his hips jerk up into his touch. "Jesus, you're wet too, baby."

Tony whined, shutting his eyes tight as his cheeks lit up in embarrassment. There was definitely a sizable wet patch growing on the front of his pants and the fabric felt uncomfortable against Tony’s skin, but he was too drunk to really care about that.

"Rhodey!" Tony squeaked.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. You know I like it when you make a mess for me."

Tony made a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan and Rhodey just chuckled, shifting so he was in between Tony’s legs and settled back on his knees so he could undo Tony's pants.

"I got you, angel. You just lay there and look pretty for me. I'll take good care of you."

Tony bit his lip, his eyes hooded as he peered down at Rhodey, not even attempting to help him as Rhodey tugged his pants down. Rhodey cursed when he realized that Tony was going commando. Really he should have known. When Tony was wearing pants that tight he didn't like to wear underwear.

Rhodey didn't wear pants that tight, because he refused to have his junk pressed up against metal. Tony said it was worth it because they made his ass look so fucking good, but he had come to Rhodey crying on more than one occasion after catching skin while zipping up his pants. Rhodey was always quick to tug him into his arms and soothe him, but the moment that Tony had recovered from the traumatic experience Rhodey was teasing him about it. It never seemed to deter Tony from wiggling his way into another pair the next night they went out though.

As much as Rhodey loved the way that Tony looked in his skinny jeans, they sure were a pain to get off of him, especially since Tony was basically deadweight under him. Tony was just about as spoiled as it got, though to be fair Rhodey played into it by never demanding that he do anything on his own. Sometimes Tony liked to be independent and if he decided he was going to do something by himself then he was stubborn about it. On the other hand, Tony was equally as committed when he decided to not do something.

Tony's hand was above his head, brushing idly over the wooden headboard, only half paying attention to Rhodey undressing him. It wasn't until his pants had been thrown on the ground and Rhodey started to kiss his way up his leg, his hand wrapped around Tony's ankle, that Tony's focus snapped back to him. He squirmed as Rhodey got closer and closer to his weeping dick and when Rhodey finally wrapped his lips around it, Tony cried out.

Rhodey let Tony's leg fall back to the bed as he sucked softly at Tony's tip, lapping up precum, before pulling away and nuzzling at his balls. Tony's toes were curling and uncurling, his hands clawing at the sheets, and small moans and whimpers were falling off his lips. Rhodey was thorough in his exploration of Tony's body, sucking his balls into his mouth and worshipping them properly before kissing and licking at Tony's smooth thighs, sucking hickeys into the unblemished skin.

Rhodey loved how easily he could mark up Tony. He also loved that by the time the next weekend rolled around the bruises would be gone and Tony's skin would be a blank canvas, just waiting for Rhodey to turn it into a work of art. Everything about Tony really was a work of art all on its own, from his round ass that was perfect for grabbing at and his tight little hole, so pink and pretty, just begging for attention.

He was short, damn near pocket-size, his body was slim and he had zero muscle mass on him, but his skin was pale enough to glow in the sunlight and Rhodey thought it was just about the prettiest thing ever when he saw his hickeys adorning his otherwise flawless skin. Tony's hands were soft, just the slightest of calluses on them from tinkering in the lab, and Rhodey loved to feel them roaming all over his much larger body. Rhodey was strong, his arms muscular, and his abs hard, but Tony still liked to use him as a pillow, so Rhodey had no complaints about it.

Tony's eyes were just about the prettiest eyes ever, dark and never ending. Rhodey could stare into them all day and never tire of staring into their depths. Tony's hair wasn't exactly long, but it wasn't short either, and Rhodey loved the way it stuck to his forehead after sex, all slick from sweat. It should have been gross, but nothing about Tony was gross. Rhodey could spend all day brushing his fingers through Tony's hair, sweaty or not. Rhodey didn't really care one way or another.

He loved the curve of Tony's nose, the dimples in his cheeks when he grinned, the way he arched his back so pretty and how his hands and feet were so tiny compared to Rhodey's own. Rhodey loved Tony's cock too, large enough to not be tiny, but still slight. Rhodey's hands were large enough that it sure looked tiny when Rhodey wrapped a hand around it.

Bottom line was that Rhodey was head over heels madly in love with Tony Stark. Had been since the moment they met and he doubted that would ever change. Tony could be stubborn to the point of being damn near infuriating. He was a mess and had zero direction in life beyond the party he had been invited to next weekend. He was in his third year of college, but still hadn’t settled on a degree yet. Which mostly exasperated Rhodey, because Tony was brilliant enough to pass any class and clearly obsessed with engineering and mechanics and everything maths or science related, but he couldn't make his mind up for the life of him. Despite all of that Rhodey absolutely adored him to the point where it was a little ridiculous just how in love with this boy he was.

Rhodey took Tony back into his mouth and reveled in the way Tony damn near screamed, his back arching off the mattress and his hands trying to find purchase on Rhodey's head. Rhodey's hair was a buzz cut so Tony couldn't exactly hold onto it, but that didn't stop him from trying. Rhodey just grunted when Tony clawed at his scalp and grabbed Tony's wrists, pinning them above his head.

Tony pouted, because not only was he unable to touch Rhodey now, but Rhodey had pulled off of him again. Tony peered up at Rhodey, his lips all pouty and his eyes all round and pretty just the way Rhodey loved.

"Rhodey!" Tony whined.

"You're fine, Tony. You just gotta be a good boy for me. You can do that can't you?"

Tony huffed in annoyance, but pursed his lips for a kiss. Rhodey chuckled and gave him what he wanted, because he really hated telling Tony no. Tony smiled into the kiss, forgetting all about being annoyed. Rhodey had a way of distracting Tony to the point that he was truly astonished that he could ever think about anything other than Rhodey and his touch and the way his smile was so fond and his words so affectionate.

"Keep your hands up here, okay, angel?"

Tony hummed, nodding his head, and Rhodey squeezed his wrists lightly before letting go and sliding back down to suck him off. Tony dropped his hands a couple of times, but Rhodey had the patience of a saint and each time he would just pull off and grab Tony's hands, putting them back where he wanted them before continuing.

It really didn't take all that long before Tony was screaming through his release. Rhodey didn't pull off that time when Tony's hands returned to his head. He did grab his wrists in one hand, holding them securely to Tony's chest instead, but he didn't stop swallowing down Tony's load and his free hand slipped down, his finger swiping through the saliva that was making Tony's balls glisten, before pressing into him and milking his prostate.

Tony's thighs clenched around Rhodey's head as he finished, the last bit of cum dribbling out of his slit. Rhodey eagerly licked at it and Tony whined, his legs falling open. His muscles went slack and his limbs felt like jello, or noodles, or any other food related metaphor for feeling boneless. Rhodey showed him some mercy when Tony jerked away from his tongue, feeling way too sensitive to be played with. Even Rhodey’s breath, all warm and tingly, was a lot when it brushed over Tony’s dick. Tony was relieved when Rhodey turned his attention elsewhere, pressing kisses to his thigh and sucking more hickeys into the slightly less sensitive skin.

"Fuck, you're so pretty like this, baby. So pretty all laid out for me. So soft and sweet for me."

Tony would have protested against being called soft and sweet, except he felt like he was floating and couldn't really find it in himself to care. If anything it just made him feel kinda fuzzy and warm inside. So Tony just hummed in agreement and reached out for Rhodey. Rhodey cooed at him and crawled back up to kiss Tony. It wasn't exactly the most coordinated kiss, because Tony's tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he felt like he was moving in slow motion, but Rhodey thought he was so fucking cute all fucked out like this.

Rhodey gave Tony a few minutes to just enjoy the after effects of his orgasm, murmuring soft words in his ear and shifting until Tony was cuddled up into his side. His fingers brushed through Tony's hair while Tony drew patterns on his skin. His head was resting on Rhodey's chest and his leg was thrown over his hips. Tony felt like he was in heaven.

"You okay, pretty boy?" Rhodey asked softly.

"S'good, Rhodey. Feel good."

"Yeah? You ready for more?"

Tony whimpered, pressing his face into Rhodey's chest and clutching at his shirt. Rhodey was still fully clothed and Tony was still wearing a shirt, but Tony didn't care. The fabric didn't feel like it was hindering them. He still felt just as close to Rhodey, like they couldn't possibly get any closer than they were now. He knew logically that what he was feeling wasn't just about physically being close to Rhodey, but about feeling emotionally connected to him. Rhodey would say it was a soul connection and in moments like this Tony was almost inclined to agree with him.

"No, just want you to hold me," Tony mumbled.

Rhodey smiled, his eyes adoring as he watched Tony rub his face against his shirt before huffing and shifting until he could bury his nose in Rhodey's neck and sniff at his skin. Rhodey chuckled affectionately, gripping lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Like the way you smell."

"Yeah? What do I smell like? Sweat?"

Tony shook his head slightly.

"Just smells good."

"Well, I love how sweet you get after you cum. You're so beautiful, baby."

Tony just hummed in response and Rhodey held him close until Tony lifted his head and looked around the room.

"What are you looking for, Tones?"

"Crackers?"

Rhodey glanced over at the packet on the side table, but didn't hand them to Tony, instead he untangled their limbs, shifting Tony off of him despite Tony’s protesting whines and obvious distaste for the new seating arrangement. Rhodey was now sitting on the edge of the bed and Tony gave him the most offended look.

"C'mere, baby. Sit with me and you can have some crackers."

Tony pouted and made grabby hands at Rhodey.

"Want my Rhodey!" Tony whined.

"Aw, I know you do, angel. Come sit with me," Rhodey coaxed.

Tony just whined and Rhodey raised an unimpressed brow at him.

"If you want something you need to be a big boy and ask for it, Tony."

Tony huffed in annoyance, pushing up until he was sitting up and glared at Rhodey like he had done something especially cruel. Tony hated being told off and he hated not being given what he wanted, especially when what he wanted was Rhodey.

"Help me," Tony demanded.

Rhodey just clicked his tongue and Tony whined again, a high pitched needy sound that perfectly conveyed just how little he wanted to do anything on his own right now.

"Please, Rhodey." Tony made grabby hands at him again and pouted, batting his eyes in the way that he knew was irresistible for Rhodey to deny him what he wanted.

"Aw, do you want my help, baby? Here, let me help you," Rhodey cooed at him, standing up and scooping Tony up off the bed before settling back on the edge.

Tony curled up in his lap happily and opened his mouth expectantly, letting Rhodey feed him crackers until the packet was almost empty. Rhodey kissed away the crumbs at the corners of his lips before laying Tony back down and pressing his fingers into Tony's mouth. Tony sucked on them obediently, eager to have Rhodey open him up. Tony, despite what the media might say, really didn’t just have sex all the time. When you lived in the spotlight the way Tony did anytime you were seen with a woman you ended up on the headlines, people gossiping about your latest fling like they actually knew something.

In reality, Tony hadn’t slept with anyone but Rhodey since they started dating in freshman year and they didn’t even fuck every night. While Tony was the life of the party and definitely a social bug, Rhodey was much more studious. He accompanied Tony to parties on the weekends when Tony really let go and partied the hardest and it usually ended in sex. To Tony there wasn’t that big of a difference between a Monday morning and a Saturday night, except that Rhodey had classes on Monday mornings so there was no sex to be had. Still Rhodey convinced him to keep his weekday partying to a minimum.

Tony complained about it frequently, because it wasn’t like he was failing any of his classes. They all knew Tony could show up hungover to every single one of his classes and still be the top student. Teachers loved him, his peers were eager to be put in a group with him, and only half of that was due to Tony’s charm and never ending string of jokes and sarcasm. Tony was brilliant through and through and he could spend an hour on a paper and score better than the kid sitting next to him who fretted over it for an entire week.

As much as Tony whined and pouted he loved knowing that Rhodey cared about him. He wanted Tony to have fun and be happy, but he also wanted Tony to be healthy and drinking through a bottle of liquor every night just wasn’t healthy by any standards. Tony was also pretty reckless in general, but add alcohol on top of that and Tony, even as smart as he was, was more than willing to do the stupidest shit like make photocopies of his ass with Clint and hang them up around the campus or jump off a two story balcony, because Bucky swore he could catch him. Tony had luckily not got too injured since the bushes cushioned his fall, but he had definitely bruised more than just his ego.

So Tony could see some validity in Rhodey’s concern about him having a little too much fun sometimes, and quite frankly he loved that Rhodey cared about his well-being. No one else really cared about Tony that way. Sure his friends cared about him, but they also were equally as prone to making dumbass decisions with him that ended in Tony promising to never do it again while Rhodey fretted over him and scolded him. It was a little annoying sometimes, but also endearing and Tony wouldn’t change it for the world.

Rhodey pulled his fingers out of Tony’s mouth and circled them lightly around his rim, pressing ever so slightly.

“Rhodey?” Tony murmured, mouthing at his jaw.

“What is it, baby?”

“Want you.”

“You have me, Tones.”

Tony smiled, a light blush on his cheeks at the promise behind those words. He laid there, not entirely still because he couldn’t help but squirm around a bit while Rhodey worked him open, but Tony let Rhodey do all of the work. He knew that Rhodey would take good care of him, he always did. So Tony just let Rhodey have his way, only begging for more a couple of times when Rhodey was taking way too long. Mostly he let Rhodey have his fun though, knowing that Rhodey loved to take things slow and torment Tony by teasing him. As much as Tony whined and begged, he really did love it and Rhodey was very aware of this.

When Rhodey did finally pull his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, flipping Tony over and lifting his hips to slip inside of his thoroughly loosened hole, Tony’s mouth fell open in a silent cry and his hands clutched at the sheets. Rhodey started out slow, easing himself in and out until Tony was whining and desperate for more. Rhodey didn’t speed up much, but he made his thrusts harder, mouthing at Tony’s back and shoulder as he took him apart little by little. Tony was an absolute mess under him, moaning into the pillow and unsure of whether he wanted to press back into Rhodey and demand that he pound him into the mattress like he did last weekend, or just go limp and let Rhodey have his way with him.

Tony settled on a combination of the two, his muscles feeling way too noodly and his head feeling too dizzy for him to really want to put effort into holding himself up. So he let Rhodey hold his hips up, otherwise melting into the bed, more than happy to just let Rhodey run the show. He did beg for more though and whine when Rhodey just chuckled in his ear and told him to be a good boy and take what he was given. By the time Rhodey finished inside of him Tony was glistening with sweat and barely able to open his eyes. He did little more than whimper when he felt Rhodey’s hips still, his hands gripping at Tony’s hips hard enough to bruise, and Tony moaned at the feeling of his cum painting his walls and making him feel all hot inside.

It was almost too much and Tony was just glad that Rhodey didn’t try to get Tony off again, because he was not ready for another orgasm. His body already felt lit up and hot to the point of feverish and he was pretty sure that if he hadn’t eaten those crackers that he would have thrown up by now. Rhodey seemed to understand that Tony had reached his limit though and didn’t attempt to push him any further. Instead he just flopped down next to Tony and pulled him into his arms, cradling his head to his chest. Rhodey tried to cover them up, knowing that Tony’s roommate would probably show up soon, but he gave up on that attempt when Tony complained it was too hot and just shoved the sheets back off.

That’s how Sam found them, showing up shortly after that. Tony didn’t even lift his head in acknowledgement when the door opened. He knew it was Sam, because he was the only other person with a key, so he wasn’t exactly concerned about it. Besides, Tony was far too comfortable all cuddled up to Rhodey and his head had finally stopped spinning, so he didn’t want to risk lifting it back up quite yet.

Bucky tugged Sam into the room, giggling and flirting, seemingly unaware of Rhodey and Tony. Sam noticed them and definitely noticed that they were naked, but he really didn't care. This was definitely not the first time he had walked in on Tony in a compromising position. Not to mention that Tony had no shame where his body was concerned and tended to lounge around in nothing but a band tee, seeming totally unperturbed when it rode up to reveal a whole lot more than just smooth thighs. Sam was much more focused on his boyfriend who was ready for his own post party fun.

Tony decided it was worth trying to move since Bucky was there. Bucky and Tony hadn’t gotten along all that well when they first met. There was a very mild jello incident where they both insisted that the other had maliciously taken the last jello cup from the cafeteria that led to a not so mild rivalry. It wasn’t until a drunken night of partying a few months into freshman year led to them making out and then bonding over equally awful hangovers that they set aside their differences. They’d been thick as thieves ever since and they’re make out session morphed into a lasting friendship.

"Bucky! Sammy!" Tony tried to squirm his way out of Rhodey's arms. "Want my friends, Rhodey!"

Rhodey just chuckled at his whining and nuzzled against his neck like Tony was the most precious thing in the world.

"No, baby, you're not going anywhere while my cum is still leaking out of you."

"Rhodey!" Tony whined, reaching his hand out for Bucky who looked over at him and blinked in surprise, like he honestly hadn't noticed he was there until that moment.

"Bucky's busy, Tony. You can cuddle with him when we're done."

Tony pouted at Sam's words, but Bucky's eyes fell shut and his back arched beautifully off the bed when Sam pressed a spit slicked finger inside of him. Tony didn't get to focus on them for long, even though he definitely had no qualms with watching them together. Rhodey slipped down and settled back between his legs, pulling Tony's legs up over his shoulders and lifting his hips up.

Tony squealed in surprise when Rhodey licked at him, his head straining to watch as he sucked and slurped the cum out of him. His squeal turned into a moan and his head fell back onto the bed. Just like that Tony lost himself in pleasure again and when it was done and Rhodey had him all curled up in his arms once more, Tony was way too out of it to care about cuddling with Bucky. He was practically asleep and more than happy to be in Rhodey's arms.

Bucky was in a similar state when Sam finished fucking him and he mumbled something about cuddles being able to wait until the morning, making a vague gesture towards Tony's bed. Sam and Rhodey just chuckled and reached over to switch off the lamps on the side tables. In the morning Tony and Bucky got to bond over their shitty hangovers again, becoming reacquainted with the toilet bowl, before curling up in Sam’s bed while their boyfriends bonded over just how adorable they were and an equally strong desire to fetch them breakfast and water and just in general coo and fret over them.

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Happy holidays @shayspencer from @fuckitimfangirling!

Summary: They're doomed, probably. He still wants that heartbreak anyway. Warnings: Role reversal of sorts; pre-show/S1/S2 AU; alternative Salvatore backstory to fit the story and bc some things in canon did NOT fit Civil War era customs; bg DE; KC and SK if you squint; dark themes; abuse; bullying; murder; violence; underage not-quite-smut; dead and dying characters; angsty bullfuckery; mentions of suicide; anachronistic storytelling 💔🔫 = past, 💀🔫 = present (s1/2 AU stuff); de-aged Kai (b. 1991)

Grams makes her put on her nice dress, the one reserved for special occasions at church. It's pretty, yellow and red, and super fluttery - it makes Bonnie feel like a princess - but it's also too layered and itchy for the muggy weather. The AC in the old courthouse is down, and the windows are open while electric fans whir. The relief is transient when the rotating air cools her form. Bonnie, in all her seven year old discomfort, feels oppressed. Wearing so many layers of cotton and gauze in such heat is probably against the law. She'll ask Judge Kincannon.

But Grams had been stern and left no room for argument when she woke Bonnie early to braid her hair and get her dressed, so Bonnie suffers in silence. The older Bennett woman seems anxious, looking at her watch repeatedly as they wait for someone to arrive.

Truthfully, Bonnie is confused. They arrived nearly an hour ago and after speaking briefly with Old Sheriff Wilson and Mrs. Forbes, who quickly disappeared, Grams told her she would make a new friend soon. It was exciting news. But it's been an hour and she's bored.

Her legs kick the air in patterns. Left, right, left, right. The swinging makes them feel heavy and cold, like metal. Bonnie is made of steel, like Superman. She bet she could be a hero like him too, save lots of people and everyone would love her like they love him.

“Bonnie! Bonnie!” the crowd cheers in her mind. Her imagination is distracting, to the point she misses when Grams stands up. She doesn't miss the sharp swat on her shoulder or the side-eye from her Grams as she hops to attention. Bonnie smoothes her dress out and clasps her hands behind her back like they teach in school, and smiles pretty. Her knew friend must be coming!

Mrs. Forbes is back, this time without Old Sheriff Wilson. Bonnie can't really see him at first, because he's half hidden behind Mrs. Forbes’ legs, but then the police officer comes to a stop and Bonnie can see the little bruised hand gripping at her belt loop.

“Come on, honey,” Mrs. Forbes coaxes. It's the same voice she uses at sleepovers, when it's time Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena to settle down into bed. Blue-grey eyes peek out out from behind her, small face as bruised as the knuckles. The other little person is a boy, smaller than even her. Bonnie thinks he must run around a lot, if he has so many scrapes. Grams is always yelling at her not to run for fear of getting hurt.

The boy glances between her and Grams then retreats back behind Mrs. Forbes.

“No, no, Malachai,” the blonde officer states. “This is Miss Sheila Bennett, your foster mother. You'll be staying with her now.”

She moves herself so that she's standing behind the boy, her hands on his shoulders and patting soothingly. Bonnie can see the sling that holds his left arm and the patch of gauze taped to his head. His hair is buzzed short, to the point where she can see a scar zigzagging across the top of his head. It takes her by surprise and she can't stop the tumble of words from leaving her mouth.

“What happened to you?” the question sounds almost accusatory, even to her own ears and she flinches at herself even before Grams swats her again. The boy grimaces as well, looking down as Grams tells her to apologize. He swallowing hard and he looks like he's biting back tears. Bonnie is instantly apologetic.

She steps forward and tries to take his good hand, but he pulls it away from her. Bonnie doesn't pursue it.

“I'm sorry,” she says. “I didn't mean it. I'm Bonnie. Want to be my friend?” This time she holds out her hand, leaving the choice up to him. The boy stares at it and takes a breath and reaches out and Bonnie feels hope flutter. And die, when he pushes her hand down gently and walks past her to her Grams.

“May we go now, please ma'am?” He says politely. Grams looks between her and the boy - Malachai Mrs. Forbes had called him - and nods.

“C’mon Bon,” in her Grams’ voice, she can hear the implied try again later and so she follows dutifully behind, anticipating an awkward drive home. Bonnie's hand burns where Malachai touched her.

💔🔫

The drive is awkward and so is dinner. Kai (he asked to be called this instead of Malachai) is her age, but where he is polite and obedient towards her Grams, he all but ignores Bonnie when he can. When he must interact with her, his responses are short and he avoids her space like she's diseased. It's infuriating. He acts like she isn't there and it makes Bonnie’s temper flare. She wants to shake him and scream at him until he looks at her, says or does something. It's the most destructive feeling she's ever felt and it overwhelms her.

By the time her dad arrives to take her home, Bonnie’s fists ache from being clenched. She doesn't know why she’s so angry. He wasn't even mean - Tyler Lockwood had dumped a bottle of glue on her head once, the meanest thing anyone’s ever done to her, and they were friends. She shouldn't be so put out by Kai’s non-reactions.

But the anger is still there when she gets ready for bed, when her dad tucks her in, when she goes to sleep. It seeps into her bone marrow, takes over the fresh blood cells that enter her body. It remains when she wakes up the next day.

If Kai doesn't want to be her friend, fine. Bonnie will hate him like no one else has before.

💔🔫

Maybe he should've tried harder to be her friend. From Miss Sheila’s sighs and and heavy looks, Kai knows that she at least thinks he should have. But her perfect little granddaughter looked so pristine in her dress, like some sort of rose, green eyes pricking him like bramble. It was uncomfortable at best. Then she looked at him with something like disgust twisting her pretty face as she asked what happened to him, the likes of which she couldn't possibly fathom...Kai hated her in that moment. He'd never felt so low for what his dad did, never fell victim to self-blame, never thought he could have done anything to prevent it until that question.

What happened to you?

And shit (and he knows better than to use that word around Miss Sheila, he can tell how strict she is) maybe it was. Maybe if he wasn't what he was, maybe if he'd still been of any use to the coven.

What happened to you?

Joshua Parker did. It's not his fault. His dad was crazy.

Kai insists on doing the dishes, but Miss Sheila only allows him to clear the table because of his arm. He wants to help and his arm is healing nicely - it's his head that's killing him - but she hears none of it. When he finishes, the older witch shows him where he'll be sleeping and he gets ready for bed without prompt or protest. He doesn't want to cause any trouble. But sleep tugs heavy at him and his bad arm is starting to ache real bad along with his headache and he just wants to take his medicine and go to sleep. The faster he finishes his self-designated chores, the sooner he can do that.

When his head hits the pillow he decides he'll try once more with Bonnie. He'll apologize for his behavior and they'll be friends and when he starts up at school with her, she'll introduce him to her other friends and he can be himself without any worries about covens or merges or restoring family honor. It will be a fresh start, a new life better than the last. An adventure. Kai likes adventures.

His will start in the morning.

💔🔫

Joshua’s house is a gory mess when Jason finishes his walk through. He's back where he started, the spot where he found his brother attempting to beat his own son to death.

The Supreme feels sick, staring down at the small puddle of his nephew's half-coagulated blood.

He'd felt Melissa go first, then Josette quickly after. It was sudden and felt so violent that Jason doubled over from nausea and pain as he felt his coven members leave him. He'd summoned his Enforcers and the Board of Regents immediately then ported to his brother's house the second he was able. He'd been too late to save Joey and he'd barely been able to save Kai. Kai, his favorite of his nieces and nephews, whose tiny body felt so light when Jason had scooped him up. If it hadn't been for the boy’s shallow breaths and their faint connection, he might have thought his nephew dead like the rest. He can still hear his older brother's mindless, angry rants.

It should have been me, he had screamed. If you weren't an abomination, you could have made it right, he'd yelled at Kai.

Jason scowls at the memory. Josh hadn't ever deserved Kai. Any of his kids, really. His crazy older brother had been right in some respects. Coven leader was his potential birthright, but his own twin had died in a freak accident. Jason and Isla had been the spares.

But Kai was not an abomination and Jason would fight tooth and fucking nail to prove it to anyone who said otherwise.

He peels his eyes away from the browning puddle. Kai is safe now and the Gemini Supreme intends to keep it that way. Joshua is in coven holdings, preparing to be dealt with. Jason hopes he goes crazy trapped alone in the prison world he has ready for him.

For now though, there's an injured little boy that needs him.

💔🔫

He’s not able to talk to Bonnie the next day. She has school and he has a doctor’s appointment and a meeting with his uncle’s lawyer at the police station. The other man is a Gemini witch that Kai vaguely recognizes. He talks to him like he’s very slow and Kai doesn’t know how to tell him he has a prodigious IQ, that his dad’s break down didn’t erase it.

Although maybe his head injury did.

The police set up a camera and Kai answers all the questions as best as he can. Getting his head cracked open with bat didn’t make him dumber (luckily), but it made that night fuzzy. He can barely remember anything, just the fear and the stink of Joey’s pee. Even that memory makes him sad. He misses his brother.

“And where was your mother when you and Joey were hiding in the wardrobe?”

“She was with my dad in the room, trying to get him out. She was asking him to stop. She kept saying ‘calm down, Josh,’” Kai answers mechanically. He feels distant. Like he’s watching TV, but the TV is his body. His own hands don’t look real. The doctor used fancy words for it at the hospital. Trauma dissociation. Kai is dissociating because he suffered trauma.

He answers the rest of the questions like a robot, pretending he’s the Terminator. He wants to go home, back to Portland, before May ninth, before his dad hated him.

When it’s over, the lawyer thanks him and tells him he’s a strong boy. That he should focus on living a good life and that he’ll never have to worry his father hurting him again. Kai doesn’t want to know. Ever. The camera is off, so the lawyer blesses him and the familiar heat of friendly magic feeds Kai. The feeling wears off soon, but it’s enough to remind him of home.

By the time he gets back to Miss Sheila’s, it’s late and he’s started shaking. Kai falls in the older witch’s arms like the little boy he is and cries himself to sleep. He never gets to speak with Bonnie.

💔🔫

Kai doesn’t get to apologize the next day either. His head hurts and he’s sick from the magic being worked on him at a distance. Sheila explains that his coven leader is severing Kai’s connection from the Gemini Coven so that Joshua can’t track him that way. It’s for his safety, she assures. Kai still feels abandoned.

The boy cries himself to sleep. He never gets to speak with Bonnie.

💔🔫

When the connection breaks, it wakes Kai up. It’s very weird, like something he’s suddenly been dropped into ice water when he’s always been warm. He doesn’t like it. His back itches, feels colder than the rest of him, and it tastes like magic, so Kai gets up and goes to the restroom.

He has to take his sling off to remove his shirt and he jostles the cast slightly. He hisses quietly, rubbing at it until the sting fades, then he turns and twists so he can see his back.

There’s an intricate scar on his upper back. It looks like someone branded his skin with clock cogs, but when he runs his fingers over it, the skin is smooth and cool and sensitive to the touch. Kai shivers, retracting his good hand. The design looks very familiar, like something he might have read before. Kai racks his brain, but he’s tired and can’t think of it. It’s magic related, so maybe he can ask Miss Sheila later.

Curiosity satisfied, Kai puts his shirt in the bathroom hamper and goes back to bed. He feels better now, still a little sad, but he thinks tomorrow, he’ll finally be able to set things right with Bonnie.

💀🔫

Things never really get right between Kai and Bonnie. For that interim between when they first met to when they'd been able to spend more time with each other, the combination of Sheila’s initial focus on him and Kai’s dismissive attitude had poisoned Bonnie to the idea of building anything fruitful between them. Sheila’s refusal to divulge anything magic-related to Bonnie was another point of contention between all three of them. Kai disagreed with Sheila, but kept the secret, and Bonnie, nobody's fool, could tell they were keeping something from her, which led to her jealousy and resentment.

By the time Damon Salvatore swaggers into town with his bourbon and black leather and blacker moods, the animosity between Bonnie and Kai is a well-fed beast. Kai had resigned himself to merely keeping it contained between the two of them.

💀🔫

Bonnie didn't have a lot a people she cared about. She could count them literally on one hand: Elena, Caroline, her dad, Grams, and in some weird way, stupid Kai Parker. To some extent, she cared for Elena and Caroline’s families, but only in that they belonged to her best friends and were a part of them. Her relationship with every single one of her people was complicated.

Elena and Bonnie were closer to each other than Caroline, but they didn't always like each other either. Caroline was too insecure and competitive towards Elena and too dismissive of Bonnie. Sometimes, she preferred other cheerbots to them. Elena wasn’t coddling enough for Caroline’s ego and too often took Bonnie for granted. Bonnie wasn’t trusting enough towards either of them sometimes, because Elena was too selfish and Caroline was too controlling. Blonde and brunette both agreed Bonnie could be too ruthless or too passive with no in-between. They were best friend from childhood though, with a deep platonic love, and any of the girls would kill for the other two. It was a weird tumultuous relationship between the trio. Sometimes they were more enemies than friends.

Rudy cared, but he was a textbook workaholic. If Bonnie kept herself out of trouble and Grams didn't report any misgivings, Rudy Hopkins was content to give his daughter all the freedom and funding in the world. Grams was something weird. She was Bonnie's favorite person in the world, no doubt, but she was always lying to Bonnie about something big - something Kai knew about - and it angered Bonnie. At first, she figured it had something to do with Kai because whatever happened to him had been so bad that the records were sealed and the newspaper clippings had limited information regarding the events. Regardless, Bonnie had some resentment towards both parental figures.

Her dynamic with Kai was the most convoluted. They were arch-nemeses, their antagonism comparable to what Elena had with Jeremy, but worse. Bonnie used to do everything she could to get him kicked out, before she learned the timid truth. Over the years, they’ve had friendly moments, because he was Grams’ foster son and Bonnie was often at her Grams’ home when her dad wasn’t around. They’ve seen each other at their worst, in states no one else ever got to witness, not Elena or Caroline, or whoever Kai’s Elena-or-Caroline was.

But they were never friends. Bonnie can’t be friends with Kai, and he can’t be friends with her, and neither one can pinpoint exactly when the opportunity passed. No matter what weaknesses she sees and let’s him see, it was only ever between them. Bonnie had her friends and suitors who never stuck around. Kai had his little flings. None of their people were able to get in deep with them the way they got in with each other. So much of Kai occupied Bonnie, because so much of who she was hinged on negating him. It was the same for him, she could tell. There was no room between them for anyone else.

Bonnie cares deeply for very few people and she's not incredibly receptive to strangers. They tended to fuck things up.

💀🔫

Which is why, that Wednesday night when that bourbon-drinking, wearing-leather-in-the-summer freak shows up on Grams’ porch, she hates him immediately. Her mood is already at an all time low. Her Prius is getting a tune-up and because Grams’ works an hour outside of Mystic Falls, Kai is the one taking her home from Elena’s parents’ funeral.

Caroline had offered, but the blonde’s own absentee parent had showed up and Bonnie encouraged her to spend time with him. Between Bonnie’s AWOL mom and Elena’s orphan status, both girls wanted Caroline to soak up her parents’ presences.

Kai drives them from the funeral, says nothing to her and expects nothing from her. The air in the old Toyota is somber and Bonnie doesn't even look up from her phone until she hears him mutter “who the hell is that?”

He's squinting up at the porch, where a dark-haired man is sitting on the porch swing, elbows braced on his knees. Even in the dusky twilight air, his blue eyes are bright and piercing and focused on them. It unnerves her.

“Friend of yours?” Kai inquires. Bonnie wants to snap at him, but his tone is neutral and the question makes sense. She shakes her head in a negative.

“Let's go somewhere else,” she tells him. It's unlike her and Kai eyes her and turns off the car. She scowls.

Of all the times for him to be contradictory, it's when a potential murderer is gawking at them from her grandmother's porch. Typical.

She follows him out, sticking close. Bonnie hates Kai on a good day, but he's familiar to her. She trusts him to antagonize her, to annoy her, and hurt her feelings. She also trusts him to keep her safe. This guy? She doesn't trust him at all. He watches them watch him.

“Someone die?” he greets. Bonnie's opinion of him plummets more. Kai just hits him with the quirked brow. The Gilberts were a pretty beloved family - their funeral procession had been huge.

“Yeaaaah,” Kai stretches the word out. “Did you know the Gilberts?”

The guy's face does something weird. He appears mildly amused. “I knew some Gilberts, yes.”

His expression becomes serious and he stands. “Does Sheila Bennett still live here? I need to ask her something.”

Bonnie peeks from where she's been using Kai as a human shield and glares at the guy.

“What do you want with Grams?”

The guy assesses her, tilting his head and letting his eyes wander up and down her form. It’s predatory and makes Bonnie feel like meat before Kai rearranges himself between them. He's thumbing at his rings like he tends to do when he's agitated. The guy in leather smirks and answers her as though Kai wasn't there.

“Well, little bird, I'm in need of a Bennett witch.”

Bonnie almost laughs, but the way Kai's body stiffens in front of her chases off her amusement. She can see his default devious expression shift into something dark and angry. It sends Bonnie's belly to the floor.

With a grunt, the man follows Bonnie's stomach, crashing to his knees and clutching his head. Kai ushers Bonnie into the house, quickly following her.

“You need to leave,” Kai snaps at the stranger. “Your kind isn't welcome in this town, let alone at this residence. If you come back, I'll report you to the Council.”

With that he slams the door shut, leaving Bonnie with dozens of questions on her tongue.

💔🔫

About a week after Kai's banishment, his coven leader shows up on Miss Sheila's stoop. She lets him in with a smile, then leaves him and Kai alone with a pitcher of lavender lemonade and a round, blue tin of old lady cookies.

Kai picks at a thread hanging from his shorts. His uncle, feeling just as awkward, chugs two glasses of lemonade then plays with the cup. Man and boy peek at each other and are surprised to catch eyes. Jason makes a funny face and Kai chuckles. The tension eases.

“Kai,” the Supreme starts. “You know it's not your fault right? None of this,” he waves his hand around, indicates the general this. “Is your fault. Josh was sick and he heard something he didn't like and he snapped.”

Kai pulls at thread. “Dad said I was an abomination. He said if I'd been worth anything, the Regents would have let you name me and Jo as your heirs.”

Uncle Jason’s face gets dark. “That’s not really your fault Kai, no matter what anyone says.”

“If I was a normal witch and not a siphon, they would have said yes and dad wouldn't have done what he did.”

Uncle Jason grimaces. “Fuck Josh,” he growls lowly and runs his hand over his face. He looks so much like Kai’s dad (Like Jo and Joey. Like Kai.), it physically hurts Kai to look at him, some odd mixture of fear and longing hitting the child.

“Kai, I want you to listen to me carefully,” the Supreme reaches out and clutches his nephew's shoulders. The hold is firm and gentle and Kai basks in his uncle’s warmth.

“The Regents gave a conditional no. They wanted you to go through some intense training before naming you a prospective heir. Your dad was for it, but I vetoed the option.”

At Kai’s dismayed look, Jason wiggled his fingers under the boy's chin and smiles when Kai squirms.

“The training is very dangerous and an extremely outdated and prejudiced practice. The point is to overload a siphon with so much magic they absorb it permanently. It doesn't work. Most siphons die, slowly and painfully, because the spell leaves them open to all kinds of magical backlash, the constant influx of which causes deformities and madness. Do you understand? You would have been tortured to death by your own family.

“Trust me Kai, none of this is on you. Josh was sick. He was willing to let you go through torture and very likely die just for the prospect of being named heir.”

Jason ruffles Kai's dark hair. “You think I would’ve let that happen to my favorite nephew?”

Kai shakes his head. He feels happy and sad and angry and warm. He used to always wish to himself that Jason had been his dad. The thought used to fill him with guilt, but now Kai utters it without any thought.

Jason looks sad. “Me too,” he mutters. “But only if I just got you. No merge to lose you to.”

Kai feels...a lot. He launches himself at his uncle, who grunts, but hugs the kid. He pretends not to notice Kai’s sobs.

Jason strokes his back and stands, walking around and letting Kai cling to him. It's embarrassing. Kai’s eight, a smart and mature third-grader, not a baby. But he feels safe for the first time in months, so Kai lets the embarrassment go.

“No matter what, Kai, you've got me okay?” the Supreme rubs his back, where the intricate pattern adorns Kai’s skin. “This means you're safe. From the coven, the Regents, your dad. But you have me, whenever you need me, okay? Not just as your Supreme, but as your family. I love you, kid.”

Kai holds onto those last four words like a lifeline.

💀🔫

Bonnie screeches like a damn banshee when she's angry and Kai's tight-lipped disposition has her incensed. His ears are fucking ringing like bells by the time Sheila slips through the front door and takes control of the situation.

“Sit your behind down,” she calls after Kai when he tries to slip away.

Kai makes a face while his back is to her, careful not to let her see it. Sheila is a good mother, for all intents and purposes, but she's quick with discipline if she senses disrespect. It's mild to what Kai’s dealt with before, but she ran a tight ship that he’s careful not to rock.

“Now what happened?” she questions and holds up her hand for silence. when Bonnie starts up again about strange men, witches, and Kai being a freak.

“Speak up,” the Bennett matriarch commands him. Kai feels a headache coming on. He tells her everything about the visiting vampire anyway.

Bonnie’s obviously in a state of disbelief listening to him, except she had witnessed Kai drop the vampire with a thought. The mundane denial she'd been raised in wars against her nature and witch’s intuition. The inner conflict makes her waspish and snarky, to the point even Sheila loses her temper.

The fireplace blazes to life and the dining set levitates.

Bennett fire, Kai thinks watching Sheila watch Bonnie. Both generations of women are tense.

Instead of addressing her grandmother, Bonnie turns her attention to Kai. He's not even surprised. It's easier for her to spit vitriol at him than her beloved grandmother.

“Is this what you've been lying to me about all these years?”

There's a challenge in her eyes and a plea in her voice. Kai can't tell what she wants from him, but he gives her what he can. He ignores Sheila’s warning glare and tells Bonnie the truth.

💀🔫

Sentimentality and a sense of masochism made Damon stop at the bridge in the sleepy Virginian town again.

Mystic Falls was still a hole-in-the-wall, barely a blip on anyone's map. The grand return of The Comet was around the bend, bringing with it a slew of hatred and bitterness Damon had housed for the better half of a century. His grudge against Katherine Pierce had become a lifelong companion, his food, his bedmate, his liquor. Take away everything from Damon and he'd still have his hate.

His mood is dense. It settles on him like the fog he conjures and he thinks maybe killing someone would ease the hurt. It used to help. He'd find a pretty brunette and pretend she was Katherine and torture her to death. Soon enough the practice lost its appeal, but the indulgence of bloodlust was cathartic. Klaus had always encouraged it.

He sips bourbon a silver flask said Original has gifted him. Damon had been loyal to him for decades now - since the first Great War. World War. Whatever. It had been nice to meet another vampire on the front lines, to tell his story without any edits or omissions. To miss Stefan and have someone understand that depth of grief, how it had consumed him for centuries, how of course he could never forgive the conniving devil woman that led both brothers to their respective ends.

Imagine his surprise to learn that Klaus had also had it out for Miss Pierce. Petrova. Bitch wonder. Whatever.

So Damon agreed to work for him in pursuit of Katherine. The doppelganger had been his white whale, and he'd waited patiently for the advent of a new Petrova doppelganger. Imagine this surprise when that line guided him back to his hometown.

He almost didn't come. But he's already established that he's a sentimental masochist. Damon downs the last of his bourbon, stares out at the yellow DO NOT CROSS tape and orange roadblocks that wall off the broken bridge.

The night he ripped the human doppelganger out of the car...it had been his bad. He'd wanted to see her, wanted to frighten the family, have bit of a laugh before compelling them to forget the encounter. Instead he'd frightened them right off the bridge and into the water below.

Honest to god, he almost just walked off. He'd sped to the edge and spent almost two minutes just staring at them, wondering if anyone would come by and save them. When it became clear no one was around, he had dived in to save the girl.

Klaus would probably kill him if he found out Damon was the reason he had to wait another five hundred years to break his curse.

He pulled her out of the wreckage and breathed life back into the girl. Wet eyelashes fluttered and he compelled her to find help, that an animal ran out on the bridge and her dad instinctively tried to go around, driving off the bridge. He told her to stay safe because he was coming back for her.

And now he's stuck here, waiting for Katherine to show up like a mouse to a mousetrap. Waiting to give Klaus the green light to snatch her ugly heart out of her chest and for both men to get their revenge. Waiting until the Bennett witch (witches?) can be persuaded to lift Klaus’ curse. It's been so long and having the end in sight is a welcome thing. Soon it will be over and he can rest.

Damon is so tired after all.

💀🔫

He arrives after the kids leave for school. Sheila is tired and not in the mood for company, so she putters around inside before she finally decides to meet him. The vampire Kai described the night before is waiting on her porch swing when she steps out and Sheila pauses in her motions, facing him. He tips an imaginary hat to her.

“Morning ma'am,” he greets. “I'm Damon.”

The old antebellum accent he speaks with sounds completely natural on him, as at odds as it is to his appearance. Sheila studies him, her brow wrinkling in thought.

“You look like that Salvatore boy that runs the boarding house.”

He chuckles, seemingly surprised.

“Zach?” he questions, accent gone. “He's my great grandson.”

Sheila takes a seat in the rocking chair adjacent to him and indicates that he should continue. Damon licks his lips.

“You're not afraid of the big, bad bloodsucker?” he questions. His tone is something odd. Amused and apathetic. Bored and tempestuous. Even when he'd been hamming up the accent, he'd been both too distant and too emotional about it.

“I heard you were looking for me. Seems unlikely you'd attack if you need a Bennett witch to do your bidding.”

The vampire smirks, stretching his arms out along the back of the of the swing. His leather jacket sits in his lap, black like the rest of his attire. Boot-clad feet push the swing as he tips his head back, eyes closed. The gloom in his aura matches his look. Mighty handsome as he is, those angelic looks hid a soul blackened by the worst of human emotions.

“In 1864, I was doing quite well for myself. I'd done all a good first-born southern boy was supposed to do at the time. Married well, had a boy I adored, partnered with my father in the family business, funded and fought in war I didn't believe in, and came home due to injury,” here he pats his shoulder sardonically.

“The ideal Virginia gentleman, even though I hated myself for it. I never wanted to do or be any of that, but I loved my little brother more than life itself. I had few freedoms so Stefan could have them all. That's what older brothers are supposed to do, you understand.

“1864 was also a year when Mystic Falls was infested with vampires. It was quite unbeknownst to us Council members, but one of your mighty ancestors Emily had teamed up with a vamp named Katherine for one thing or another -”

“Safe harbor,” Sheila interrupts. “Suspicions about Emily being a witch were high, I'm sure you're aware. Especially after she turned down Jonathan Gilbert’s...employment offers. Katherine was to make sure Emily and her children made it safely to the Gemini coven in Oregon. She got the children there, by the way.”

The vampire stares at her and nods slowly.

“Noted. Anyway, Emily had made these nifty daylight rings for Katherine and her friends,” he waves his own through the air. “So they went undetected by the Council for a while. My own father housed Katherine as a refugee displaced by the war. It was during that time, she got her hooks in Stefan. When the Council discovered her true identity, she was captured with the other vampires with the intent of burning them all alive.

“Stefan attempted to rescue her. I attempted to stop him. But he was my brother and he fancied himself in love, and he pleaded with me to let them go. Said she was his heart…,” the vampire trails off, lost in thought. “I let them go, but my father was nearby and witnessed the whole thing. He shot us both to death rather than risk the family name being tarnished. Katherine ran off, saved her own skin - and your ancestors’ as well, I reckon - and I watched my brother die reaching out for a woman who didn't look back once as she left him there to die.”

Sheila is quiet. She can sense the anger brewing under his skin, but had Katherine not left the brothers, she and hers might not be here. She understands his pain, but it is what it is.

“Imagine my surprise,” Damon continues. “When I wake up in transition. Emily was there and explained that Katherine had been sneaking me her blood and compelling me to forget. I was to be a surprise for Stefan. Or leverage, depending on your perspective. To convince him to transition for her. She'd wanted him to choose to be like her, so he didn't have any vampire blood in his system when he died. But in doing that, she took my choice away. She left Emily behind to die as well - or whatever they had worked out - and your ancestor offered me a monster’s ring and told me what remaining options I had.”

“Why did you choose to be a vampire?” Sheila inquires, curious. “You seem to not be your kind’s biggest fan.”

Damon shrugs. “It is what it is,” he unknowingly echoes her sentiments. “I'd already lost everything - my father had spread word Stefan and I died trying to stop Katherine’s escape, so I couldn't go home. But I could have revenge.“

The silence that follows is heavy. Sheila absorbs his.story, filling in the gaps of his story with what she'd read in Emily’s grimoire. No matter how she turned it, Katherine’s role in moving Doris, Eileen, and Charles to Oregon had been fairly minimal. Emily had had back-up plans, which she wrote like Katherine had been aware of, so Sheila finds herself having a hard time condemning the man.

“And you need me for this revenge?”

Damon smiled coldly. “Why yes ma'am, I do,” he replies. The accent is back.

💀🔫

Bonnie ignoring him isn't anything new. Neither is her bullying him or encouraging her friends to bully him.

He doesn't know what he expected. This weird combination of making him miserable and pretending he doesn't exist wasn't it though. After he drops her off for summer cheer practice, she finally deigns to look up from furiously messaging on her phone to let him know Caroline would take her to pick up her car.

When she gets out, she greets Tyler who looks after her like a hungry puppy before turning a hard gaze on Kai.

Shit.

Kai tries to pull out but another car is blocking him. He's trapped. His car door is slammed open and he's yanked outside. No magic on mundanes, he tells himself right before throwing a punch at whoever had him gripped.

It's like six on one, but he refuses to be the only one leaving with bruises, so he doesn't bother holding back his temper. Kai is six feet, one-ninety pounds but the football players are all his size or bigger, so the fight back is difficult. He makes sure to nail Lockwood in the fucking face though. Jerk.

Tanner’s whistle blows and the players dissipate, leaving behind Kai and the asshole history coach. The two men eye each other before Tanner speaks.

“We have a wrestling team, you should consider trying out.”

Kai frowns at him. He can't tell if that was sarcasm or a legitimate pitch, but he doesn't care. He gets in his car and drives off, angry and biting it back.

Leave it to Bonnie to punish him for telling the truth. Nevermind his good intentions.

💔🔫

The next time he finally sees Bonnie, it's his first day at school. She's a grade below him, but she's one of the town’s three sweethearts, so everyone in nearby grades sat as close to her table as possible.

“Hi Bonnie,” he greets when he's able to push to the front. A blonde-haired boy eyes him suspiciously, but Kai ignores him. Bonnie, in turn, ignores Kai.

“I wanted to say sorry for the last time we saw each other. I was really rude to you and it doesn't matter what else happened, I shouldn't have been so mean to you,” Kai apologizes. Bonnie doesn't look away from her chattering friends. Kai's temper rises.

“Bonnie, listen to me!” he snaps, grabbing her wrist. Temper flaring, he forgets himself. He forgets that for all Bonnie's magic is latent, it’s still there, just beneath her skin, in her blood and part of her very soul. He forgets he's a soul eater. In his anger, Kai unintentionally siphons her.

Bonnie yowls, yanking her arm away, but Kai had thrown her away at the very first taste of Bennett magic on his skin. She looks at him with betrayal, clutching her arm to her chest. Everyone is staring at them in shock.

“I-I'm sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean to, Bonnie, I'm -,” Kai stammers. Bonnie interrupts.

“Go away! I hate you, just leave me alone! You freak!” At her outburst, the chatter picks up.

“Yeah, go away, freak.”

“Did you see what he did to Bonnie? What a jerk.”

“A monster.”

Someone grabs his lunch tray and dumps the contents on him. Someone else shoves Kai off the lunch bench.

“Go away.”

“We don't want you to sit here.”

“Disappear, freak.”

Food and wrappers are tossed at Kai, and he stumbles away, out of the cafeteria. Two lunch aids, talking to each other, stop him when they see him trying to leave. Kai says he slipped and dropped his lunch tray, and that he was going to the restroom to clean up. They let him pass.

Kai spends the rest of the lunch period quietly crying in the big stall.

💀🔫

She said no. Of course, she did, Damon had expected no less. Regardless, the comet is weeks away and Damon is on a mission. If Sheila won't do it, maybe her pretty little granddaughter might find incentive. He doesn't particularly care if Sheila gets the Council sniffing after his tail. He just needs the girls, the wolf boy, and Katherine, then finally, finally he can rest.

Through his ravens, Damon watches the Bennett girl and her blonde friend through cheer practice. The doppelganger isn't with them, probably still grief-stricken. They leave for the town garage and the blonde drops the little bird off. They make plans to meet at the Mystic Grill and when the blonde girl is sitting alone in her booth, Damon slides in opposite her.

“Mind if I sit here?” he croons, meeting her gaze. He watches as a familiar carnal hunger fills her face and her pupils dilate. Hook, line, and sinker.

It pays to be patient.

💀🔫

School starts. Kai is a senior, so his last science course is one of three electives and he chooses astronomy over psychology and forensic science. Kai’s had his fill of both over the years. Of course though, Bonnie is fast-tracked and an honors student. They're in the same class and Mrs. Galloway partners them for the course.

Kai’s still bruised up from two weeks ago, an ugly yellow settling under the bags if his eyes. Whatever. Prickwood’s nose is still splinted.

They get their syllabi and look over it as Mrs. Galloway explains the year long partner project. They're supposed to track the progression of a constellation over the course of the school year and make a presentation at the end of the year of what they tracked. And of course, because it's Mrs. Galloway’s class, she wants three written reports for the project, the first being a five-to-seven page partnered paper on their constellation’s history and the last two being individual reflective papers on the project that they'll turn in with their final presentation.

Kai sighs internally and considers dropping the class along with the other chattering seniors. He doesn't really want to do so much work in his last year, let alone have to partner with Bonnie. But Mrs. Galloway comes by with a cup of constellation names and a warm smile, and dammit she was Kai’s favorite science teacher. Physics with her had been bitchin’. Bonnie draws out their constellation and Mrs. Galloway writes down what they got.

Of course. They get Gemini.

💔🔫

A pretty little blonde thing opens the door when Klaus knocks. A frown mars her face.

“Who are you?” she questions, almost rudely. Niklaus is charmed.

Damon appears behind her, pulling a thin, black v-neck sweater over his damp hair. At least he seemed to be ditching his infernal jackets, Klaus muses as the younger vampire grips the girl's chin and makes her face him.

“Caroline, this is my friend, Klaus. Klaus, this is our host, Caroline. She was just about to invite you in,” he compels her.

“Please come in, Klaus,” Caroline says in that dreamy way compelled humans speak. Stepping inside, Klaus smiles at her and presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Please call me Nik,” he insists and gets taken in by her immediate flush. She'd be so lovely to paint. Damon rolls his eyes.

“The Bennett Matron said no, but she has a granddaughter on the cusp of an Awakening and a ward who also appears to be a witch. If she won't do it, I'm sure they can be persuaded,” Damon informs him, crossing his arms and leaning back against a wall. His eyes dart at Caroline, indicating to Klaus what he means by “persuaded”.

Klaus nods, then turns to Caroline, compelling her to forget anything she might hear them say and not to mention them to anyone at all. He tells her to occupy herself and she leaves them be.

Damon is staring at him.

“What?” Klaus asks.

“She'll probably die,” Damon states bluntly. “It's very likely I'll kill her at the end of all this.”

Klaus scowls at his friend. “I was just being friendly, since you seem to be your usual charming self.”

Damon shrugs. “She's a dead girl walking - what's the point in being pleasant? It's not like she'll remember.”

The Original is over the discussion and waves a hand, telling Damon to move on. The antebellum vampire reports everything, from his findings, to his confirmations, to his tentative plans, which they work through together. Klaus’ phone beeps and he answers without looking. Very few people have his number.

It's Elijah, informing him that Katherine has made contact about a Petrova doppelganger. The excitement in Damon’s face is immeasurable. Klaus soon ends the call and looks over his old friend and follower. He clasps his shoulder.

“Lay low and wait for my signal. Don't give away your presence,” he hands a stone beaded bracelet to Damon, who slips it in without question. “Let the witches think you left and wait for my signals. Soon, your hunt will be over.”

Damon nods, striking blue eyes practically glowing. He closes them off and sighs. “Just a few more weeks,” he mutters. “And it will all be over.”

Klaus heart breaks a little for Damon. But Damon Salvatore the man died over a century ago. In his place is little more than a vengeance seeking wraith. Death would better when it all ends.

💀🔫

It must be a year of bad luck, Bonnie muses. Maybe the town's chakras are misaligned. Maybe she should ask Grams and Kai, if they decide her worthy of any honesty.

She sighs, comforting Matt. She knows she's being harsh, but things are just so fucked up lately and she doesn't understand how two - maybe three, if her father knows - of the people she cared about more than anything else could lie to her face like that for so long. Maybe Kai, but it was unlike him. He preferred to hurt her with the truth than with lies. And he wasn't the type to use lies to protect anyone. He didn't care.

So that left her grandmother.

Bonnie almost wishes she didn't know shit. Ever since the night she learned about vampires, and witches, and werewolves (oh my!), shit in Mystic Falls had gotten so odd over the last few weeks and it seemed to center around her. First, Elena's parents. Then Tyler ends up hitting and killing a drunk and high Vicki Donovan when she wandered out of nowhere to end up in front of his speeding car. Matt is having a hard time looking at his best friend whom he both blames and doesn't blame for his sister’s death. Tyler's made himself scarce, wrestling with his grief and guilt in his own way.

On top of that Caroline has been acting weirder than usual, like all of this bad shit is just a pesky manicure that needs to be fixed and not, like, actual life and death.

And now, sitting in the police station holding a sobbing Matt, she overhears Sheriff Forbes talking to a distraught Jenna Sommers.

Elena’s been missing for 24 hours. No trace of her anywhere. Her phone, her car, and her keys left behind. Kidnapping is suspected.

Bonnie wants to rage. Apparently she has all this power, but she's never felt so helpless. Her people are falling apart and missing and lying to her and all she wants is to find a familiar place to feel safe. She thinks about calling Grams. Instead, she calls Kai.

💀🔫

Nervously, Katherine twists the napkin in her hand until it shreds. Her water, which she ordered for show, sweats for her in anticipation. She really can't stand Klaus. Waiting to bargain her freedom from him in a small booth isn't at all on her list of things she likes to do. But a small public diner is better than being alone with him.

A man slides into the booth seat opposite her.

“About time,” she mutters, looking up. Klaus smiles.

“I would apologize for keeping a lady waiting, but alas,” he indicates her. Katherine smiles tightly.

“Ha. Ha. I take it you found my information sufficient, then?”

“Indeed,” Klaus nods. “My people have apprehended the girl. Consider your debt to me paid.”

Debt, Katherine mentally scoffs. Choosing to live over letting herself be sacrificed for some stupid curse she had nothing to do with had put her in the Original’s debt. Only a Mikaelson.

“So if I leave, you won't pursue me? No revenge chase, no take backs, nothing? Our business is done?” the vampire doppelganger checks.

“Like I said, Miss Pierce - your score with me is settled.” His eyes flick over her shoulder. “With me, that is.”

A cool body flops down next to her. Katherine has time to take in black hair and clothes, pale skin, and flashing blue eyes before a butter knife is rammed through her wrist and into the table below. She cries out loudly, but no one turns.

A trap. Fuck, she should've known better.

“Hey, Kat,” Damon drawls. “Long time no see.” He slams her head into the table several times and the last thing Katherine sees before her world goes black is cold blue eyes shifting to a warm hazel. She almost calls his name, but then she remembers.

Stefan’s dead.

💔🔫

Bonnie can't stand her grandmother's foster son. Grams had gone out of her way to give Kai a nice birthday - taking them both to the amusement park in Whitmore, buying him a delicious mint chocolate chip ice cream cake - Kai's favorite, and gifting him with a plane ticket to Portland to visit family members who should've been taking care of him instead of Grams.

But he was ungrateful, and Bonnie can't stand him. He was turning unlucky thirteen, finally taller than her and about as sullen as can be.

His birthday is mid-April and it's warm as hell. Bonnie is sweltering in the eat, so she swallows down as much of the creamy Baskin Robbins cake as she can. Kai only picks at his. They're waiting for Kai’s case worker, and Bonnie has a mouthful ready to report about her “uncle's” living conditions. He's been extra snappish lately, escalating their usual bickering to all out brawls. He bruised her ribs, but she sprained his wrist - the same one he wore a cast on when he arrived almost five years ago. She'll lie through her teeth if it meant him finally being out of her life.

Kai's case worker finally arrives and she joins the for ice cream cake and pleasantries. She even brought a gift for Kai, a small collection of graphic novels that he must have told her he liked to read. Bonnie is itching for their interview. Anything, anything, if it meant he'll be gone and taking this uncomfortable feeling he elicits in her chest with him.

Her plan fails. His case worker is looking at her pityingly by the time Bonnie finishes her rant.

“Honey,” the case worker says softly. “He can't go home to Portland. His family want him as far away from his father as possible and the one they trust with him is your grandmother. He’s not going anywhere.”

Bonnie snaps. “But I hate him! He's weird and quiet and mean, and he creeps me out! Why can't one of his family members move here? Why does he have to take mine?”

The case worker softens. “Bonnie,” she soothes. “He's not taking away from your family, he's adding to it. Give him a chance, I'm sure you'll find that you enjoy his company more than you despise it.”

The Bennett girl is stubborn. She may have no choice but to accept Kai in her life, but she refuses to enjoy his presence. The next day she looks up abusive fathers in Portland in 1999. She finds a short newsclip about a man named Joshua Parker who killed his wife and two of his three children. None of the children's names are released so as not to reveal the survivor's identity, who was first in protective services, than the foster care system. The child's records were sealed.

Bonnie eases up on Kai. He's still a freak, but at least she has a better grasp on why. She'll let him stay. It's not like she has to like it.

💀🔫

Kai had picked her up from the station, drove Matt home, held her through her break down, then guided her to his room at Grams’ place. The older Bennett woman is out with the search party. The Sheriff had issued a curfew for everyone 17 and under to be home by 7 p.m., so Bonnie's sitting in Kai's room so that neither teen is alone.

He turns on his TV, leaves it on Chopped Jr, then goes downstairs to make dinner. Bonnie's hands shake. She feels cold, even bundled up in her warm PJ's under Kai's down comforter.

His room is cozy and masculine, shades of navy and light blues and soft greys and creams everywhere. Framed comic posters are lined up sharply on one wall, between two neat but overfilled bookshelves. His bed is in the corner opposite his nerd wall and his desk, the second largest furnishing in the room, is by the bed’s headboard, lined under his window. There's a clean desktop computer and game system set-up on it. The TV is on the dresser between his closet door and the entrance, which are both on the wall facing across the windowed wall. There's textured fabric everywhere, down comforters, knit pillows, microplush throws, a rough carpet rug on the wood flooring - it makes the room cozy. She's never really been in here before. It was an unspoken rule between them that bedrooms were off limits. His room is kind of like a nautical watercolor, themed and clean. Bonnie smiles to herself as she realizes just how domestic Kai is.

Think of the devil - her foster uncle opens the door. He has two bowls of mac’n’cheese casserole and he hands her one before sitting at the desk and wolfing his own down. He says nothing, watching the TV as though having a red-eyed Bonnie Bennett in his room were a regular occurrence and not weird at all. Bonnie picks at her bowl - it's good, Kai's a pretty decent chef - before she sets it on the desk next to him.

Her adoptive uncle looks at her from his periphery. It's a creepy little habit he's adopted, watching her while pretending he's not watching her while she pretends to not notice. Bonnie's done with pretending.

“Kai-,” she starts.

“Not hungry?” he interrupts. “I'll go wrap it for you.”

Bonnie purses her lips, but remains silent when he grabs their bowls and disappears again. She can hear downstairs, but then it's quiet. She lowers the volume on the TV and waits. Almost three minutes pass. Nothing from downstairs. Bonnie glowers.

Did he leave?

She gets up and throws open the door only to find Kai leaning against the frame. She starts, clutching her chest. Watches him peer up through his lashes at her.

Something in her belly flutters and her pulse speeds. Kai's hot. Distantly, she was always aware of this, but it's disconcerting to push away her feelings towards him - the vast majority of them negative - to acknowledge odd truths like that.

“You leaving?” he asks her. His voice is soft in the hush surrounding them. Bonnie shakes her head.

“I thought you left. I was going to look for you,” she answers just as quietly. Kai smiles sardonically. Holds up his clocked wrist.

“It's eight-thirty,” he replies. Right, she thinks. The curfew. Kai straightens up and walks into the room. Too close to her personal space and she steps back at an angle. He follows. Bonnie stops when her knees brush the bed. Kai stops when his chest brushes hers. He reaches out and Bonnie closes her eyes.

“I'll scream,” she whispers. Kai’s hands cup her face. They're warm and large and a port in the recent crazy. She's fes safe, with Kai of all people.

“As loud as you can,” he agrees. His thumbs rub at her erratic pulse. Bonnie's breaths come in ragged and a heavy, loud in the air.

“I'll hurt you,” she mutters, finally looking at him. His eyes are dark and focused. Whatever he sees on her face must encourage him because he brings them closer. His lips brush hers, teasing when he whispers back.

“I'll like it.”

💔🔫

Jason had buried his sister-in-law, his niece, and one nephew two days after he sent the other nephew to Virginia for safety. Kai's visiting for his thirteenth birthday and the Supreme had wanted to see the coven members he failed before picking up the one he won't from the airport.

Three pristine headstones look up at him, the two smaller ones with dates that break his heart. 1993-1999. 1991-1999.

Joey hadn't even made it to six yet, dying a few months short of that birthday. Josette barely made it to eight. And the boy who shared her birthday? Jason can only hope he has many birthdays to come.

Sheila's calls had alarmed him. Kai was acting up, skipping therapy, flushing his meds, contemplating suicide. He was fighting and being bullied, one of the perpetrators being Sheila's granddaughter no less, although Kai never ratted her out. Sheila intervened when she could, forced them to spend time together, but fixing that relationship was between the kids.

Kai had a particular fascination with death and death mythology lately. It might have been a phase of it might be serious suicidal ideation. Either way, Jason and Sheila split the cost of a roundtrip ticket for Kai, so that the Supreme could spend time with his favorite nephew.

Jason picks Kai up and they go shopping first, because none of the clothes Kai has really suits his personality. Then they hit up Voodoo Doughnut and a Trail Blazers game and Jason relaxes when he feels the gloom and doom in Kai’s aura lift.

“What about girls?” he asks when Kai finishes telling him about what he likes about Mystic Falls. His nephew’s face falls.

“Or boys!” Jason rushes to assure him. He didn't think Kai was gay, but it's better not to assume anything. “Or whomever you like! I don't care! I mean, I care, but you know in support, not because I think anything's wrong with you or-,” he's rambling, but it's okay. Kai's having an uproarious laugh at his expense.

“I like a girl,” Kai says, still chuckling. His face falls. “She doesn't like me though. Pretty sure she hates me, actually.”

Jason looks over Kai, feels out his aura. It clicks.

“Oh damn, kiddo,” he says. Kai grimaces. “Is that why you never try to get Bonnie in trouble?”

Kai frowns. “No, it's because I'm not a snitch.”

Jason stares. Kai shrugs. “At least when she hates me, I'm on her mind. And she's weirdly possessive about me. It's better than her not caring.”

That….that is fucked up. Love isn't supposed to be like that, let alone someone's first love. Jason says as much. Kai shrugs again.

“I have her,” he says. “It's better than being Tyler Lockwood, who does everything she says in hopes she'll finally do something about his boner only to be disappointed every time she doesn't even notice. I'm in her and she hates it, but I'm there. It's better than every other guy who likes her, but doesn't even ping on her radar. At least she sees me and thinks about me.”

Kai shoves another doughnut in his mouth and Jason sighs, letting the subject drop. It'll either change for the better or get worse until it dies. He just hopes it doesn't leave either child too scarred.

💀🔫

Bonnie's mouth is painful on his and their embrace goes from warm to hot, and she's wet under him, then wet surrounding him. He has to slow down, first for safety (That safe driving slogan, “better safe than sorry” plays in his head when he slides a condom on.), then for consideration, because he hadn't realized popular, beautiful Bonnie Bennett had made it to her junior year of high school without letting anyone have her like this. She clings to him and his kisses soften from bruising to comforting when her tears come. He’s not small, and he never wished he was, but maybe she wouldn't be in so much pain if he had been. He rubs her back and holds her and when she wraps her legs around his waist and encourages him, he feels like he's finally come home.

It's good. Not great, but Kai's nervous and Bonnie's never done it before. He makes sure she cums. Touches her and licks her until she screams, just like she told him she would. Just like he encouraged her to. When they finish, he discards the bloodied condom and offers to run her bath. She shakes her head and holds him instead. Kai traces shapes on her back and closes his eyes.

“What's going to happen?” she says into the dark.

“We'll be safe,” he replies. She shifts, sitting up. Naked flesh moves on naked flesh and Kai's cock stirs awake again.

“How do you know?” Her green eyes glow in the dark like a cat's and he strokes down her dark curls. The sight of her like this makes him ache. Kai’s hated and loved Bonnie in equal measure for most of his life. He has no idea if this is her using him for comfort or her finally giving in to their weird chemistry now that she fears she might lose the people she loves.

He almost doesn't want to know. He certainly doesn't want to think about it.

So he tells her about his coven in Portland instead.

💀🔫

When Elena comes to, she has no idea where she is or how she got there. The house is unfamiliar, but nicely furnished and clean, if not obviously abandoned. Her head throbs and she assumes that's the reason for absent memories. Slowly, the brunette sits up and looks around. She tells herself to stay calm even as horror stories about human sex trafficking and slave trades come to mind. Checking her limbs and body over, Elena is surprised to learn that she's relatively uninjured and unchained.

Another girl with dark hair is slumped over in the corner. She’s looks like a similar height and build to Elena, reinforcing the girl's thoughts of human trafficking. Even her hair shade is very close Elena's own chestnut locks, the only difference being that the girl’s is curly. Unlike Elena, she is chained up. Maybe she fought. If Elena can help her get out of her chains, maybe they can work together to get free.

Looking around, Elena quietly makes her way across the room to the other girl. She's a few feet away when a voice rings out.

“Ah, ah, ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Elena starts, whirling around. A tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes is sitting on a chair Elena is one hundred and ten percent sure was empty, just seconds ago. He looks comfortable like, he's been there for a while.

He cocks a brow at her. “She bites,” he informs her nodding at the form behind her.

“Fuck you, Damon,” a woman's voice replies behind Elena.

It sends a shiver through her body. It's eerily similar to her own and Elena recalls the obvious similarities she noted earlier. She whirls around and is nearly floored.

The woman behind her...looks exactly like her. Doe-eyes meet doe-eyes, one set surprised and the other mocking. It's like looking at a mirror. Or an identical twin. Except Elena didn't have a twin.

The woman mirrors Elena’s dumbstruck face. “Oh, poor girl. Not only are you not as pretty as me, you're dumb and mute too.”

Elena shakes her head and steps back, looking between the two dark-haired strangers.

“What the hell is going on?” she demands. The face-stealer grimaces.

“Not so loud,” she rebukes. “And you're a human sacrifice. Welcome to the not so glamorous life of a Petrova doppelganger. My advice is to go vampire and not look back.”

“Because that worked out so well for you, right, Kitty Kat?” At he man speaks up and stands. He moves to where Elena is and grips her elbow. She tries to pull away, but he seems unmoved, merely tightening his grip and staring at her unnervingly. His grip becomes blistering painful and Elena cries out, falling to her knees as she tries to get away. She hears the chains rattle behind her.

“She's not me, asshole. I'm right here. If you want your revenge so bad, meet your maker like a man and stop picking on little girls.”

Damon lets Elena go, turning his icy gaze to her... doppelganger?

“Hush, Kitty Kat. No need to act like a jealous old crone,” he sneers. Katherine smirks.

“No need to act like a jilted lover. So what Stefan chose me over you? Your brother was a man grown, not your child or your wife. You already had one of each, but apparently they didn't occupy you like they should've.”

Damon's face grows hard, dark veins filtering onto his face. The chains rattle again as Kat stands.

“You should act like your doppelganger, Katherine, and keep your mouth shut.” He smiles and it's not friendly. “You'll both be dead soon anyway.”

With that, there's a rush of air, and he's gone. The doppelgangers stare at each other. Katherine tugs at the chains but they merely creak in protest. Steam rises from where they press her skin and the woman hisses.

“I don't suppose you can grab me stiff drink, can you?” she asks Elena. Elena just stares and with a shrug, looks for a kitchen.

💀🔫

“Oh my god, I'm a South Park Canadian,” Bonnie says, pulling her sweatshirt back on.

“What?” Kai questions, amused. Bonnie shrugs.

“I'm an uncle fucker,” Bonnie smirks at him. Kai lets out a shocked chuckle.

“What?! I'm not your uncle,” he laughs. He's beautiful, but she is stupidly, stupidly disgusted with herself. Why, she's not sure yet. She strokes his hair and kisses his cheek.

“I don't know...my grandmother adopted you. For all intents and purposes, you're my mom’s white little brother.”

Kai laughs again, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her between his legs where he's sitting on the edge of his bed. He smiles up at her.

“I'm fostered, not adopted,” he corrects. “Therefore, not your white uncle or anything. No incest here, Bonster.”

She starts at the nickname. He used to call her that when he would catch her crying over her dad choosing to work on holidays than spend time with her. He rarely calls her that, and it's always said in soft tones of comfort, never used in moments when she's dead certain he probably wants to kill her.

“Well damn,” she teases. “There goes that forbidden factor.” Kai laughs again, then pulls her back on the bed, spinning so that he's on top of her. His hands nestle beneath her shirt, playing with her belly button.

He kisses up the column of her neck. “Still very forbidden, lover.” He nibbled at her ear. “Sheila would probably kill me for defiling you.”

Bonnie snorts, but it's like Kai's words were a summoning. The front door slams open and Grams is shouting her name. Both Bonnie's and Kai's eyes widen comically and Kai practically launches himself into his desk chair and grapples for the remote to turn the TV on. They both hear Grams start up the stairs and Bonnie wraps herself up in one of Kai’s many blankets and pretends to be immersed in Tony Stark’s misadventures.

Kai's door bangs open and both teens sit up with a jump, not even faking their startle. Sheila’s hands go to her hips.

“You two deaf?” she demands. “And since when are you hanging out in each other's rooms? With the door closed?”

Kai stares at her, convincingly innocent. If Bonnie didn't know better, she'd believe his next words. “We're just watching a movie. Waiting to hear news.”

Sheila snorts. “Mhmmm. And I'm Barbra Streisand. Both of you get your tails downstairs. There's much to discuss.”

Grams turns sharply down the hall and Bonnie and Kai glance at each other before following.

In the kitchen, Grams is heating herself up some of Kai's casserole. Her back is tense and Bonnie can see the weariness that lines her body. A bad feeling settles in the girl's bowels.

“Grams?” She ventures. “What's going on?”

Sheila sighs and turns around. “You eat already?” she asks them. Kai nods and Bonnie shrugs, and Grams nods like this was about what she expected.

“Sit down,” she commands. When they're seated, she crosses her arm and states matter-of-factly. “We've found that along with Elena, Tyler Lockwood and Caroline Forbes are also missing. Since all of the appear to be friends, at first it's suspected they've run away together. But there was blood found in Tyler's house that matched his DNA, indicating a struggle. Caroline went missing on her way home from the mall in Talon Falls. Her car was found in the parking lot.”

She keeps talking, but her voice is drowned out by a loud ringing in her ears. Her breaths come in gasps. Her friends are missing. Her friends are missing. Her friends are missing. The room is too light, then too dark and Bonnie feels clammy and cold. She grips the table in front of her. A sharp slap to her face snaps her out of it.

Bonnie rubs her cheek as Grams lowers her hand.

“You okay, sugar pie? I wasn't trying to alarm you but I needed you to know the truth. Have you noticed anything strange going on lately?” Grams asks her.

Bonnie shakes her head. “No,” she states, her voice cracking. Her face crumples into tears.

This is too much. First, the uncovering of the supernatural, now her friends dying or disappearing left and right. She's never felt so powerless. The afterglow from her time with Kai fades. The self-disgust from earlier settles. She was letting Kai fuck her while her friends were going missing. How could she be so selfish like that, seeking out happiness from a guy she didn't even know how she felt about when her friends’ futures became uncertain? Her distress overwhelms her and she feels hot, like fire was boiling in her veins.

Strong arms wrap around her. “You need to calm down, Bonnie,” Kai's voice rumbles by her ear. “It's not your fault, okay? I understand, but you need to calm down before you burn the house down.”

His words don't make sense, but when Bonnie looks up with teary eyes, she sees her grandmother frantically waving her arms over flames that keep popping up.

“Hold it together, Bonnie!” she calls out.

Kai grabs her face and soothes down her hair. “I'm going to have to siphon you if you don't calm down, Bonster. Deep breaths okay? Don't let your emotions overwhelm you.”

Listening to his words, Bonnie let's herself be calmed. The flames die down. The young witch looks around the charred kitchen.

“I did that?” she whispers. Kai smiles softly and nods.

“Happy Awakening, Bonnie. Let's figure out how to save your friends.”

💀🔫

Greta arranges the casting circle in the field and spells the occupants asleep. Damon dumps Katherine - the vampire, the Lockwood boy - the werewolf, and Elena - the doppelganger in the cages where Greta indicates they should go.

“Bennett blood needs to be spilled from the eastern end, where the comet will enter the Gemini constellation,” she informs Damon. When he looks at her blankly, she sighs and a flaming ‘X’ chars the ground several feet from them.

“Over there,” she tells him. Damon grins and salutes, then takes a moment to look around. The three main ingredients for the “sun and moon curse”, all trussed up and ready to die. How beautiful.

He can hear Caroline crying as Klaus gently guides her back to the field. Damon frowns at that. It's weird, Klaus’s sudden fixation with baby Barbie, but to each his own. Damon doesn't know and doesn't want to know what the hell is up with that.

Movement catches his eye and Damon turns to look. The human doppelganger is stirring. She's been eerily calm about this whole ordeal, taking to the supernatural like a duck to water. It’s nothing at all like Katherine, reminding Damon of his brother's calm disposition and his widowed wife's faithful practicality. Her dark eyes meet his light ones. Warm earth to winter sky.

They study each other in silence, before she breaks it.

“Do you think this will make you happy?” Elena inquires. Damon shrugs.

“It doesn't have to. It just has to be over. I get revenge on Katherine by handing her over to die in away she never wanted to. Klaus gets to break his curse. Klaus compels me to forget and I get to rest.”

“To die.”

“Indeed,” Damon shrugs. “I wanted revenge and now it's here. What more after that? I never wanted to be a vampire.”

Elena’s somber face twists him with guilt and he glares at her.

“Maybe you should learn to live again,” she said. “Save yourself like you saved me that night on Wickery Bridge.”

Damon huffs a laugh. “You know I caused that accident, right? I didn't save you out of guilt or some hero complex. I did it because letting you die then would be an inconvenience.”

Elena's conviction seems to falter, but then Damon watches her literally arm herself with determination.

“You're not a bad person,” she insists. “And you can't convince me otherwise. I know what it looks like when grief kills who you are inside. To feel like the walking dead.”

Damon turns his back to her and closes his, but he's a vampire. He has super hearing.

“And I know that grief can be overcome. Maybe not now or tomorrow, but someday, you'll feel alive again and you can only do that if you keep trying.”

Damon opens his eyes. “What do you know?” he jeers lightly. “You're dying young.”

💀🔫

Shortly after her meltdown, Bonnie's phone rings and she hears Caroline's desperate voice pleading in her ear.

“Don't come Bonnie okay, they have Tyler and Elena and they want you to do something weird, please Bonnie don't come, they're gonna kill us, just call my mom.”

The phone gets taken away but she hears Caroline scream something about the woods and Bonnie writes that down for Grams to see. Kai grabs her hand when another voice, make and British, fills her ear.

“Nonsense, love. Caroline will live so long as you're willing to play your part, miss Bennett. All you need to do is prick your finger and recite some Latin. Very easy.”

“Who is this?” Bonnie asks. “You don't sound like that other guy.”

The man chuckles. “My apologies, darling. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson. That other guy was my associate Damon. He can be a little hard to like, I will admit. But he was only acting on my behalf. I need a Bennett witch for a favor, and I promise you handsome compensation.”

“Like my friends back home safe?”

“As many as possible, darling,” he replies. “But none at all if you or grandmother refuse compliance.”

Kai gets up and grabs his phone. He's texting someone furiously, listening as closely as he can to their conversation. He nods at Bonnie, backed by her Grams’ nod. Bonnie takes a breath.

“Okay,” she tells him. “I'll be there. You're in the woods?”

Klaus hums his agreement. “In a lovely little meadow near the falls. I'm sure you're aware.”

At Bonnie's quiet “yeah” he continues. “And I'm sure there's no need to tell you what will happen to any interlopers you bring along.”

He ends the call and Bonnie looks between the more experienced witches in her family.

“Who’s Niklaus Mikaelson?” she asks them.

Grams is eyeing the liquor cabinet. “Bad news,” she replies. “A very old vampire, one of the first.”

“An Original,” Kai said. He sounds excited. “I texted my uncle and asked him what an Original would need a doppelganger and a Bennett witch. He wants to break the hybrid curse!”

Both women look at him, unable to comprehend his excitement, or in Bonnie's case, what the hell he was even talking about. He smiles.

“It's enough for a powerful coven to run intervention. Like say, the Gemini Coven.”

“Let my coven stop the beasts. We're going to save your friends.”

💀🔫

The Original looks up when the Bennett girl and her grandmother step into the clearing. Damon comes to stand beside him and looks over the women.

“No Prince Charming tonight?” he presses.

“Your friend said no interlopers,” the younger one speaks up, glaring at Damon. He glares back.

“And you didn't even consider being non-compliant? Not to save your best friends?” The raven-haired vampire demands. This time the older Bennett woman smiles.

“Have you considered that we don't need them?”

Damon’s hackles, which had been raised all night, appear to settle.

“Touché,” he concedes and steps back.

Niklaus smirks at the exchange, amused. He nods to the Bennett witches.

“Ladies,” he greets. “This way if you will.”

Bonnie glares at him, but follows to where he leads them. It is Sheila who takes the spellbook from him, reading over the incantation. She looks at him sharply.

“You do know what you're asking, don't you?” she queries.

“Of course,” Klaus replies. “And I understand the risk you're undertaking. I promise to reward you well.”

Sheila scoffs, shaking her head but she turns to Bonnie and guides her through the beginnings of the incantation. Klaus watches them, puzzled, but goes to take his place where Damon is holding the human doppelganger.

“This is too easy,” Damon voices his thoughts. Klaus nods, agreeing. But magic is heavy in the air and it's affecting him like it should, do he decides to accept this lucky streak for the time being.

“We will watch,” he tells Damon. “And should they betray us, we will extract the price in their blood.”

Damon nods, still appearing tense and Elena stares after him pleadingly as he passes her along to Klaus.

“Please, don't do this,” she pleads, but Damon is stone tonight. His attention is focused on the older doppelganger.

He's barely focused on the younger one when he replies, “I have to.”

Klaus grins down reassuringly to Elena. “It's just a little bite, Elena. You’ll barely feel it.”

The magic is rough inside his body. The Bennett's reach the first crescendo and there's a cry from where Damon rips out Katherine’s heart. There had been a brief exchange between them, but Klaus was too preoccupied to take notice of the context.

The next crescendo comes and Greta raises her knife to sacrifice the world not. As it descends, Klaus's eyes close and he leans forward fangs extended for the last influx of magic. He can feel the chains on his inner beast being shredded and the world narrows to Elena's neck and the magic filtering his blood. The final crescendo hits and he bites into the doppelganger, who tries to flinch away.

But his body is breaking apart and coming back together all at once, so he doesn't notice Damon’s warning cry. Not until an ash-covered dagger is jammed in his back. Damon is rushing towards him, but as Klaus falls, he sees the other vampire fall to his knees, a magic whip putting bloody stripes down his back.

Klaus looks up to see Caroline, eyes teary as she grips Elena and pulls her away from him. Clutching her bloody neck, the brunette stumbles after her tall friend to the edge of the clearing. The desiccation takes hold and the last thing Klaus sees is a coven of witches apparating into the clear, glowing green Gemini mark overtaking the clearing.

No Prince Charming tonight? Damon had asked.

Therein lies their answer.

💔🔫

Joshua stares up at his little brother’s projection, the little crown stealer. The Supreme fiddles with his belt then sighs, stepping back to reveal the Ascendant. Hate surges through Joshua Parker

“This is Kai’s,” Jason informs him. “I modified the spell. Your little abomination will hold your life in his hands. This Ascendent will tie you to him, and when he chooses, your life will be sacrificed to fulfill whatever function he sees fit and not one moment sooner. This is your punishment.”

Jason’s projection begins to fade.

“Blessed be, big brother.”

💀🔫

Two weeks later:

Elena watches the weird new dynamic between Bonnie and Kai, before the witch (and that's weird as well, to think of her best friend in those terms) breaks away from his embrace to come sit with them. Caroline is still withdrawn. Her memories from her own kidnapping had returned slowly over the past two weeks. At first Damon had merely used her as a means of food and shelter, virtually ignoring her until he needed a human touch. With Klaus, her treatment had been upgraded, but it meant posing for hours on end for paintings. In their private moments, Caroline had said she can't really explain why the interactions with the Original left her so shaken, only that his attention both frightened and aroused her.

Oddly enough, both Elena and Bonnie could relate.

That night, Kai had murdered the witch working for Klaus and sacrificed his father to protect the Bennett's from the blowback of the spell. Elena didn't exactly understand it all, but she knows it meant a lot to Bonnie. Some tide had shifted between Elena's friend and her grandmother’s ward.

They have lunch. Elena's neck is still healing, but it no longer hurts to swallow or talk, which means she's ready for that spicy avocado ranch chicken wrap from the Grill. Which she's having now, because oh god, yeah. Caroline picks at her food, but she eats more than she has been. She's taking the supernatural reveal hardest, wanting nothing more than to go back to her normal life. But she can't forget and it's left her shaken to know how easily creatures that go bump in the night were willing and able to throw away her life.

She ends up leaving first, being picked up by her mom. Bonnie follows soon after, some kind of magical training she and Kai have to do now that Bonnie's magic is awakened. Elena waves after them, intending to enjoy a second wrap without judgement. It arrives quickly and as Elena takes the first huge bite she looks up to see blue eyes watching her with mild disgust.

She has to laugh at his expression.

“You came,” she greets. Damon nods, sitting opposite her.

“I did,” he said. “You don't think your little friends might see this as a betrayal? I'm pretty sure Blondie would be willing stab me like she did my oldest friend.”

Elena smiles. “Of course she would. You made her feel unsafe.”

Damon leans forward, bracing his cheek on his hand. He's almost devastatingly handsome.

“I'm not sorry,” he declares. Challenges. Elena meets it.

“Neither are we.” She takes a bite of her wrap. “How's living treating you?”

It doesn't sound right through her mouthful of chicken, but Damon seems to understand, making another face at her manners. He huffs and rolls his eyes.

“You shouldn't have interfered,” he chides. “You should have let the witches kill me.”

“What kind of punishment is that?” Elena teases. “Death isn't redeeming. You can't make things right with anyone from the grave.” She takes another bite. Damon watches her.

“I spent a century waiting to kill a woman who looked just like you,” he informs her. “When she died, she thanked me for giving back her heart right before I ripped it out of her chest.”

Elena stares at him and swallows her food. A lump stays in her throat. “Are you going to kill me too?”

He smiles. “Now, now. What kind of punishment is that?” He leans back.

“I think I'll stick around. Hang out with x-greats-grandson Zach. Uncle Zach?” he muses. “He looks older than me: I was only 25 when I turned. Uncle Zach.”

Elena smiles. “Well in that case: Welcome to Mystic Falls, Mr. Salvatore.” She holds out her hand. “I'm Elena.”

“Damon,” he replies after a brief hesitation, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

They share a smile. Neither really notices when he doesn't let her hand go.

💀🔫

Kai wakes with start when someone small and cold slips into his bed. He grumbles, but shifts so that Bonnie can make herself comfortable.

“Shut up, freak,” she mumbles and pulls his arm around her. Kai presses a kiss to her head. She's quiet, stilling long enough for Kai to start to drift off.

“Do you regret it?” she asks. Kai grunts, not opening his eyes.

“Killing your dad? Killing that witch?”

Kai shakes his head, burying his nose in her hair.

“Them or you, Bonnie. I pick you any day.”

“Even though I was awful to you for so long? Even though you hated me?”

Kai sighs. “I never really hated you. Hush before Sheila pops in to yell at us.”

She back-elbows him gently. “I mean it.”

“Me too,” he grunts. “It doesn't matter, Bonnie. I'd still pick you, any day. Over anyone. Even Grams. Even my uncle.”

Bonnie's quiet. “Why?” she chokes. He pulls her closer.

“You know why.”

With a sigh, she settles to sleep. “I never really hated you either,” she whispers. Kai hums, relaxing.

After a moment Bonnie sits up straight, wide-eyed and distraught.

“Oh shit,” she wheezes, scrambling out if the bed. Kai sits up slowly, somewhat cranky now.

“What now?” he croaks. Bonnie glares at him, then snaps:

“Our first constellation report is due in astronomy tomorrow!”

💀🔫

A/N for shayspencer: Hello shayspencer! I'm donutworry (fuckitimfangirling on Tumblr), your Secret Santa. Feel free to call me Allie. I hope you enjoyed your fic, it was pretty fun to write. It was a little tough to write, bc I think I tackled each of your topics at least once in other works and I didn't want to produce anything too repetitive. I'm also sorry for any typos, this is unbeta’ed and was written during bouts of free time - I work in healthcare and holiday season is the busiest. When I wrote it, I kind of focused on how Bonnie was the one to pursue the bad blood between them and Kai being the one to always offer the olive branch, even if it was after he hit back. I know the high school AU aspect was pretty loose, but I wanted to focus more on how their lives are supposed to revolve around school and how the supernatural disrupted that. Hopefully, I managed to do so. Hopefully, the Delena was enjoyable. I did my very best, even though I'm neutral towards most non-Bonnie TVD ships. I know KC and SK where probs not what you wanted, but I think it's important to show how push-pull ships like this don't always work out. I did get pretty into Steferine because of you though, lol. It seemed you would be okay with darker stuff, so I went pretty emo because I wanted to bring you the feels. Did it work? If my sadism here wasn't enough, I've got two other WIPs inspired by your prompts to bring the pain. 😝 Happy holidays, enjoy any breaks you might have and any holiday pay you might make! Happy BK Secret Santa! I'll post this on FFN, Tumblr, and AO3 in 2018 after you've had a chance to enjoy for yourself.

#bkss2017 #shayspencer #fuckitimfangirling #bonkai

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Pillow forts and conversations - Fabrevans

WHO: Sam Evans @greeneggsandsamevans & Quinn Fabray @powerfulfabray

WHERE. Sam’s pillow fort.

WHEN. February 17th

WHAT. Quinn and Sam ‘watch’ a movie.

WARNINGS. .

To say Sam was nervous would be an understatement. He spent the day trying to make sure everything was in its place, that he had everything he could possibly need, and that everything was perfect. He didn’t know why he was acting like a total maniac. I️t was just Quinn. Only that was just the thing. I️t was Quinn. He wanted to impress her, he really did. He created a fort, hung lights, made sure her favorite snacks were available and had his laptop ready with movies to choose from. So he got himself situated, giving his pillow fort one last look before he went downstairs to wait for her arrival. It took Quinn hours to get ready, getting ready always took her long, but this time it seemed to take even longer. She just wanted to look perfect. Show Sam that she was perfect. Although she wasn’t anywhere near perfect, she could still pretend. Deep down she knew that for Sam, she could still look like a local trash bag and he wouldn’t even mind. Once she was ready, she made her way to his house, quite excited to spend some quality time with Sam. Deep down, she didn’t even mind what movie they were going to watch, because she was sure Sam would try his hardest to make sure Quinn was having a wonderful time. When she finally made it to Sam’s house, or at least, what she remembered to be his house, she made her way to the door and knocked on it. Waiting patently for him to open up.

Sitting on his couch, Sam was playing a game on his phone when he heard a knock at the door. He took a deep breath, standing up and heading to the door. Swinging it open, he greeted her with a wide smile. But man did she look pretty.. “Hey,” he breathed out, his goofy grin evident on his face. “Come in, me casa es su casa.” He stepped aside, allowing her to enter.

“Hey.” Quinn spoke softly, not being able to hide the confusion on her face, me who? “I have to say I’m quite excited.” She smiled, putting her hand on his back as she walked past him to enter the house. “So, did you really build a pillow fort?” She asked, with a quite excited smile on her face. She loved the idea of being able to act like a ‘child’ again and forget about her issues. That was what she loved about hanging out with Sam, he could make her forget.

“One step at a time, Ms Fabray,” he chuckled, shutting the door behind her and following close behind. He stopped at the staircase, motioning for her to follow. “I should warn you, I may have went a little overboard..” He began walking up the stairs, his palms sweaty as they neared his room. He took a deep breath and opening his door, revealing the most intricate pillow fort. The glowing lights shining through the sheets. “Your castle awaits,” he smiled.

“Oh my god, Sam...” Quinn chuckled once her eyes fell on the pillow fort. She could tell he took his time to build it. “This is great.” She said, quite excitedly as she walked towards the entrance of the fort. It looked so cozy and cute. “I’ve always wanted to be a princess, now I finally got my castle.” Quinn smiled, making her way ‘into’ the fort, and sitting down between the pillows. “You’re the best.”

Sam internally did a fist pump, thrilled that Quinn seemed pleased with his work. “It’s sturdy too, I made sure of that,” he chuckled as he followed her in, taking a seat next to her and grabbing his laptop. “I try,” He chuckled at the comment of him being the best. He tried. He really did. “So, it’s between Captain America: The Winter Soldier, or Antman. I personally like Captain America, but i think you’d find Antman more enjoyable.”

Quinn leaned into him , resting her head on his shoulder to see the screen, but mainly to just rest on his shoulder. “It’s up to you. I haven’t seen either, but if you prefer Captain America, then let’s just go with it.” she said with a smile on her face as she looked up to Sam, from his shoulder, trying to see his reaction.

His eyes practically sparkled as she agreed with Captain America. “Yes, okay, cool. You’re going to love it, I promise,” he typed in a few things into his computer before finally pressing play. “If you get bored, let me know and I’ll put something else on. I know superhero movies aren’t for everyone.”

Quinn loved the sparkle in his eyes, “I know, but hey, I have something to prove, that I can stay awake during superhero movies, so I will.” She was quite passionate about this, something this small. She just wanted to prove him she could stay up, although, she knew deep down it would probably only take 5 minutes. Quinn looked over at Sam once the movie started, him being excited was the cutest thing ever. It made her feel all soft inside. She shifted a bit to make herself sit more comfortable and leaned back into Sam. “I’m holding you to that, and definitely will end up pinching you, so watch out,” he chuckled, draping an arm around her as he settled into his spot. She was so warm, extremely so. He never understood why people called her an ice queen. She was always kind to him. Well.. with a few minor bumps in the road.. But everyone went through things. He understood that. It took Quinn 10 solid seconds to look at the movie before she switched her attention to Sam. She missed Sam. They did talk after their break up, but she missed hanging out with him. He truly did make her feel good. “I missed hanging out with you.” She admitted, “well, actually, I missed you.” Sam was trying to contain his excitement as the movie titles crossed the screen, the classic marvel logo showing. That was until Quinn spoke, breaking him from his trance. “I’ve missed you too, Quinn,” he smiled sweetly, “I feel like.. we haven’t really hung out since, well.. we dated.”

Quinn nodded, “I just always thought you hated me, or something. So I thought it would be best to just keep my distance. “ she shrugged, playing with her necklace. “But at the end of the day, you were the only person that made me feel...good... you know.” “I.. I was upset, Sure,” Sam admitted, looking away for a moment before returning his attention to her, “But I could never hate you, Quinn. I loved you. I wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn’t with me.” “I was happy with you, Sam... I am.” Quinn admitted, “I don’t know what was up with me, but I should’ve never left you.” She sighed, “but anyway, the past is the past, can’t change that. Sadly.” “Hey, no need to explain yourself to me. I won’t question your actions,” he gave her a smile of reassurance, rubbing her shoulder softly. “And that’s true. The past is the past. You can’t change that, but you can always choose your future.” He grinned and looked back to the screen. “Sounds familiar...” Quinn chuckled, leaning her head back on his shoulder as she looked back to the screen, barely understanding what’s going on. “Is he the good or the bad guy?”

Sam rested his head on top of hers, watching the movie with ease and comfort. “Sam Wilson? Fucking Falcon? He’s the best. Now, I may be biased because his name is Sam, but i think he’s up there in my top favorite heroes.”

Quinn giggled, looking up at him. “So he fights like all the bad guys? That’s so awesome. I hope this universe thing will give us some real life superheroes too...” she beamed. Quinn wasn’t a fan of the movies, but she’d love a real life super hero. Sam eyes widened, mouth dropping open. “I never thought about that..” he turned to look at her, “Holy crap.. That would be awesome! Oh man, i hope I run into one of them soon. How cool would that be? I mean, they’d probably try to fit in with their secret identity, but still.”

“I have to admit, I’d be so in for that. Like this super handsome guy, protecting us, or... attacking us...” Quinn got quite excited with the idea, even though she didn’t know that much about it. “I wish we were from another universe... this one kind of sucks.” “As long as he’s not as handsome as me,” Sam teased, thinking about how cool itt would be if they had superhero’s walking around. “I mean.. this one isn’t so bad, yeah? I’ve got a great family, great friends, and.. well, I’m watching my favorite movie with a pretty girl. I️ think I’m good.” Quinn blushed, “Well, sounds like you’re good yes.” She said softly, as she tried to cover her blushing cheeks with her hands. “Wish I could say the same about my life, but yeah, well, at least this moment is good...” she smiled, as she shrugged. “And don’t worry, I don’t think any guy could be as handsome.” “Hey, I mean.. things suck sometimes.. I know that for a fact. My family is finally getting their shit together after everything that we went though, so I get that life doesn’t exactly go as planned,” He was thankful for what he had. His family went through a lot. “Ya think so?” He smiled at her comment, gushing a bit. Quinn nodded, she has always had mad respect for Sam’s family. She loved them. Especially his brother and sister. She pretty much hung out with them all the time back in the days. They felt like her family. “I’m glad to hear you guys have found a way out, Sam. You deserve it.” She nodded, offering him a smile. “And yes, you’re quite hard to beat. Even for a superhero.”

“Maybe I am a superhero, and I’m just in secret identity mode,” Sam gave her silly look, bringing his finger to his lips, “Shush, don’t tell anyone.” Quinn turned her head towards his, raising her eyebrow. “Honestly, with all this crazy shit going on... I wouldn’t even be surprised.” She chuckled, “Actually, now you’re kind of gonna have to prove you’re not a superhero... or are...” “I wouldn’t give myself too much credit,” Sam laughed, “I’ve got the superhero abs and the superhero know-how. But I’m not even close.”

Quinn shifted her gaze towards the screen, for a few seconds, just to look right back at Sam. “You could be my superhero...” She shrugged, chuckling softly.

Sam smiled widely at her comment, feeling a flush creep up his neck. “Oh come on, Quinn,” he brought her closer, rubbing her arm, “You know I’ve always been your superhero.”

Quinn bit her lip, shaking her head. “Well, I cant fight you on that one...” she admitted. He, after all, did kind of fake her away from a dark place. “I’ll be your...” she was silent for s few seconds, trying to come up with a superhero’s love interest. “Lois Lane...”

“My god, Quinn Fabray, you’re getting more and more impressive by the second, if that’s even possible,” he chuckled, “You’re already super impressive so this is all just an added bonus.” Thank God for the guy that once mentioned Superman next to her on the train. “What can I say... I’ve been practicing a lot.” She teased. “Superman... or should I say... Clark Kent...” Sam’s eyebrows went up at the comparison, corner of his mouth turn up into a small smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on before,” his eyes widened, looking away, “oh my god, did I just say that out loud? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.” “Yeah, you totally did just say that out loud.” Quinn laughed, leaning the side of her head against his. “Out of all the topics... superhero talk turns you on.” She chucked, hiding her face in her hands. “Okay, well when you put it like that, yeah that’s weird,” Sam began rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t mean to be weird, I’m sorry.” “It’s not weird, Sammy.” Quinn said, as soon as she noticed it made him feel a bit awkward. “It’s cute. I like it.” She admitted, putting her arm around his waist to give him some sort of side hug. “At least now I know exactly what to say.” Sam let her come closer to him, wrapping his arm further around her. “Thanks, I guess,” he rolled his eyes with a laugh. God he could really be so stupid. “How do you like the movie so far?” “What movie?” Quinn teased, she hadn’t really seen that much. Most of the time she was either looking at Sam or too distracted. “From what I’ve seen... it’s... pretty cool. “ she admitted, it wasn’t that bad after all. “I just prefer looking at you.” She mumbled underneath her breath.

Sam looked to her with a slightly confused expression. “Why?” He asked. “I mean, Chris Evans is a pretty good looking dude, I figured you’d be into this.” Quinn rolled her eyes, hints truly weren’t Sam’s thing. “He is, yes...” she mumbled, “it’s just that...” how could she explain this as obvious as possible. “I think you’re way more interesting, and even better looking.” “You don’t have to feed my ego,” Sam chuckled, “I’m not Puck. Or that needy,” he smiled at her. “But I appreciate that.. You’re better looking than Chris Evans too.” “I don’t think I would’ve even been here if you were Puck.” Quinn mumbled, the thought of Puck sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t stand him, not anymore. “Me? Better looking than Chris Evans? Said by you? Well, that must be one big compliment. Im taking it.” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at that, resting his head on top of hers. “He’s too hairy for me. Plus I think he would outshine me in every way possible. Which isn’t a bad thing when it’s a girl, but I don’t want to compete with a guy.” “Oh, Sam, cmon. Outside from the superpowers, he would have no game against you.” Quinn shrugged, placing her hand on his upper leg. “You’d win, any time, any day.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to her hand, feeling his stomach do flips. “You think so?” He looked to her next. Quinn let her thumb rub his leg softly, “I don’t think so.. I know so.” She smiled, “it’s just unfair he has superpowers... but if he hadn’t, he’d be so over.” “I could totally take on preserum Steve Rogers..” Sam said, knowing she probably wouldn’t know what he meant. “Glad you think so..” Who? But she didn’t bother asking, she knew she wouldn’t get it anyway. It was crazy how comfortable she felt, with Sam, and no one else, in this pillow fort. As if it protected them from the crazy outside world, as if they were the only ones on earth right now. Like she could finally let her walls down and just be herself, because she knew no one would judge. “I love this, Sam. All of this. I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.” Seeing the look on Quinn’s face was more than enough for Sam. He knew how rough her life was, he knew how damaged she was, how hurt she’s felt. He always listened to her when she spoke, remembered every detail. She deserved that. “Good, That was the goal,” he smiled. “I must admit that, at first I found the pillow fort idea kind of... insane, but god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more.. safe.” Quinn beamed, looking up at him. “You truly know how to make a woman feel wonderful and appreciated, Sam.” “I thought I may have over done all of this but..I’m glad everything seemed to come together.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “My mom raised me right,” he chuckled, “Always treat a woman like a queen.” For Quinn, spending time in the fort was even more therapeutical than all the therapy session she has had in her life. For once she felt like her life had some sort of meaning again. The things Sam’s superhero talks could do to her. “Sam...” she whispered softly, placing her hand on his check and leaning into him to give him a soft peck on his lips before leaning back again. Unsure if she had gone too fast or too far, she tried not to break eye contact. Sam was glad that he was able to be the one to take her away from all of the bullshit that the world brought to Quinn. He was happy to be the one good thing in her life that she didn’t have to worry about. When her lips hit his, he was surprised, but not in the slightest bit upset. As she pulled away, he smiled and tilted his head, kissing her back. The feeling of their lips against each other just felt right. As if it belonged that way, was supposed to be all along. Quinn had missed those ridiculously big lips. “I...” she stammered, for once not even being able to say something. When she began to speak, he pulled away slightly, looking to her with worry, “Is this okay?” He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Never. Quinn needed some time to process what just happened. Never in a million years she would’ve thought to sit right here, with Sam, especially not after their nasty break up. “Yeah...” she said, softly, reassuring him with a soft and genuine smile, “I’m just... happy.” She nodded, before she leaned back in to kiss him again. “Good,” Sam let out a breath of relief, “I want you to be happy..” He continued to kiss her, bringing a hand up to cup her face, bringing her closer. This felt right. This felt like how things were supposed to be. Almost as if they had just picked up where they left off. Quinn put her hand on the back of his head and moved back to let her back rest against the pillows behind her, gently moving Sam with her. How did she even manage to go through the days without feeling so peaceful and loved? All she knew was that she didn’t ever want to let this exact feeling go again. She wouldn’t let Sam go again. The feeling of their lips brushing against each other made her feel so soft and fuzzy inside. Almost as a whole other person As he moved with Quinn, he felt his heart beating fast, leaving his mind wandering a mile a minute. He placed his laptop aside, moving his body to hover over her gently. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. He couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that Quinn was here, and she was happy. That’s all that mattered to him. Whenever they did this back in the days, Quinn would always push him off or just stop. So her taking the lead and not pushing him off, was her own way of showing him she was more than comfortable with him. That she had matured a lot and was ready for something more serious than just high school dating to become more popular. She let her hand slide through his hair and deepened the kiss a bit. If anyone would have told Sam that two years ago, he’d be in a pillow fort with Quinn Fabray, making out while watching Captain America, he would call them nuts. But here they were, and Sam was absolutely ecstatic. He placed a hand on her waist, holding her close. Quinn pulled back for a second, mainly to catch some fresh air. “God, how I’ve missed those lips...” she whispered, offering him a smile. Her hand slid over his back as she took some time to study his face. “I missed you, Sammy.” As she pulled away, Sam looked down at her, smiling at her words. “I could say the same thing,” he was almost certain that he felt the most happy with Quinn. The most alive. She was an angel in his life, whether she wanted to believe it or not. “I missed you too, Q..” he rubbed his thumb over her cheek, smiling softly at her. “Can I ask you something?” Quinn couldn’t hide the smile on her face and gently rubbed her nose against his. ”Sure...” she said, softly, kind of afraid for the question that was coming, although she knew Sam wouldn’t never ask hurtful questions. “What’s it?” Sam swallowed hard, looking at her carefully. He was nervous. So nervous. But this was worth a shot. “Do you want to go out to dinner sometime next week?” He asked, hope laced in his voice. “You can say no, I just figured.. if we’re going to do this again, I want to do it right.” Quinn looked up to him, with bright, shining eyes. "Let me think..." She teased, closing her eyes for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Of course!" She said, quite excitedly. "I would love to!" The blonde tried to tone her excitement down a big, as she didn't want to look like a desperate freak. "As in... A date?" Sam instantly relaxed, happy that she seemed to be completely down with the idea. That was one thing to look forward to now. When she questioned him, Sams eyes widened slightly. “Um.. well, yeah..” He quickly added, “Unless you don’t want it to be a date.” Quinn nodded, "Of course I want it to be a date, Sam." She responded quickly, reaching out for his hand and putting hers on his. "Let's do this all right, this time. No more drama, no more distractions, no more letting other people influence us too much. Just us. You and me." She said as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Her response was everything he needed to hear and more. They both were different people than they were when they first started to date. They were better people. And maybe they deserved to have a second chance. “I’d really like that, Quinn.” “You deserve someone that truly loves you, Sam. Someone that puts all the stars in your sky. I know I wasn’t that person back then, but maybe... maybe I can be that person now.” Quinn said, softly, making eye contact with the handsome guy on top of her. “I really want to... try.” “Well, so do you, Quinn,” sam told her. “You’ve put up with a lot of shit in your life. And none of that was fair. It’s time you stop settling, and.. actually be happy.” A soft sigh escaped Quinn's lips, Sam was right. She spent most of her time despising herself for the mistakes she had made all along, and for letting it all happen. All she ever wanted was to be happy, but everytime she tried to be, life punched her in the face. Deep down she knew another punch had to be coming, because, well, she was happy. Or at least, starting to feel happy. With Sam being back around, and her having to have found a group of friends that seemed like friends for life, it all seemed to finally fall right back in place. "Yeah..." She whispered, playing with his hair. "Maybe I do." “I know you do,” Sam told her, giving her a pointed look. Sometimes it killed him how much she didn’t realize how special she was. He would make sure to remind her of that every second that he could. He sat back down, moving away from her and running a hand through his hair. “Is it hot in here?” Quinn pouted when he sat back down and then followed him, sitting back down as well. "The only remotely hot thing in here is you." She teased, immediately realizing how lame that sounded. "God, that sounded so bad.." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. Sam looked at her with amusement, lips curled into a smile. “Quinn, are you..” he paused, “Are you nervous?” I️t was different to see her like this. But he liked it. "Nervous for what? Our date?" She wondered out loud, giving him a confused look as she shifted a bit, trying to find a comfort in the pillows. Truth was, she was nervous for the date, she just didn't want to fuck this up. “Not just our date,” Sam chuckled, looking at her with a wide smile. “Just.. in general. There’s something different about you,” he noted, “In the best way possible of course.” Quinn shrugged. “I’m just really trying to enjoy life. I guess that, seeing Beth again, really slapped me in the face and made me realize that I shouldn’t give a damn about what other people think of me. Or my reputation. Because at the end of the day the people that really love me will see right through that.” She sighed, leaning back into the pillows. “And when I’m with you, I just feel like I can kind of let my walls down.” As Sam listened to her speak, he nodded softly. She was realizing things, she was growing up. And by no means was he grown up. He had a lot of maturing to do. But maybe they could help each other out. The thought alone sounded nice. “I’m really happy for you, Quinn. Not a lot of people make changes for the better.” He reaches out and took her hand, “Never he afraid of being yourself with me. Please.” A soft smile appeared on Quinn’s face as she heard Sam’s words and looked down at their hands. Truth was, there only were a few people she felt safe enough to be herself with, well, not fully. At home, she always felt like she had to pretend to be better, happier, and smarter. At school she always felt like he had to be meaner, more popular and prettier. With Sam, she felt like she didn’t have to be any better than she was, but she wasn’t going to bombard Sam with her complex feelings and life, yet. She figured it’d be best to just keep a lot to herself, and just go with the ‘im just really happy’. “Yeah...” she whispered, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on his lips, to kind of try to drag the attention away from the topic, just to pull away and offer him a smile. Sam couldn’t help but feel tingly all over his body when Quinn kissed him. There was always something special about her, about the way she made him feel. He was glad to be getting that feeling all over again. “So, how about we finish this movie?” He wiggled his eyebrows, looking back to the screen before putting an arm around her, bringing her close. “Oh right, that’s what we were doing.” Quinn chuckled, leaning into him and leaning her head on his shoulder. As if she hadn’t fully forgotten what the movie even was about. Well at least she didn’t fall asleep this time, so that was a good thing.

#// this took me so long to copy n paste omg #post: para #para: sam

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