because i am a horrible human being
Snippets from two oneshots I am working on - one is Elena/Elijah and the other is Klaus/Caroline.
Unless you want to read R-rated fics, better avert your eyes.
ahem.
This was prompted by anonymous (snort) over at vd_kink.
"Elena/Elijah - super intimate and sensual make-up/comfort sex.
Trying to keep her safe, Elijah pushes Elena away by emotionally destroying her - not just a few words, but lashing out in ways he knows will hurt her most. When the threat is lifted and he's sure Elena will be okay, he does everything he can think of to make it right and convince her he still loves her.
Basically, MAKE IT HURT AND THEN MAKE IT BETTER"
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baby, i'll bleed you dry
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"You're relentless," Elijah says, and there's no trace of anger in his voice at all. Mild annoyance, yes-he even sounds a slice or two impressed with her, but it's kind of hard to judge his tone of voice when his arms are trapping her against the wall of the alleyway.
"Pot, kettle," Elena bites back, and pushes against him with all the strength she has in her shoulders. He doesn't even budge.
"Did you really think," he says-and she's able to detect a hint of wonder in his voice-"that you could shadow me as you have been for the past week and not have me notice?"
Elena gives up on her struggle and slumps back against the wall, sighing. "It's not shadowing when I want you to know I'm there." She raises her eyes to meet his, and if that's not a blaring neon sign flashing her challenge, he doesn't know what is. "That I want to be noticed."
Elijah steps back, but keeps his arms where they are. "You humans don't know when to give up."
"'You humans'?" Elena lets out a sharp breath, her fingers shaking. "I'm being compartmentalized now? When did that happen, Elijah?"
end of teaser.
Yep I'm, horrible, I know.
and on with the Klaus/Caroline one. Prompted by a different anon, still at vd_kink. God, this place is turning me into a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Pervert. Anyhoo, prompt: "Klaus/Caroline or Kol/Caroline - Want. Take. Have. Bonus if compulsion and/or noncon."
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mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">love is like a sin, my love
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mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">for the ones that feel it the most
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mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">This is what Klaus sees.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">An ambitious woman with a smile so red, so saccharine, charming her way through the court with her Boleyn appeal; blowing kisses and stealing hearts with her easy grace and the wave of her fingertips.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">(Oh how misleading, oh how illusory.)
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">She turns with light steps, curtsies like the way one would raise a cynical eyebrow, laughs with just a hint of spite. Her bracelet dangles from her wrist and glints in the lamplight as she brushes a light finger across his thigh, closing her lips around her wine like a woman asking to be ravished.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">This is what Klaus sees.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">Hair of spun gold and curled to high heaven, woven with flowers and powdered with white. Red on the lips and red on the cheeks of a girl (barely a girl) with enough fortune to be made queen (barely a queen) yet incapable of commanding it.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">She thinks life bitter (How bitter everything is, she would say, how tart) so she surrounds herself with sweet things (meringue and macaroons and berries and cakes smothered with cream), with delicate things (silk and lace and chartreuse and hemlines with ribbons), curling herself against the cool, green grass and sighing her days away.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">She lifts the bottle of Château Margaux and tilts her head to the side. Pushes the French doors open. Slips away into the night with him.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">This is what Klaus sees.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">A different blonde in a different room in a different time. She's almost a woman but not quite, with her dewy eyes and her satin gloves pulled to her elbows and her upturned lips (pretty and pink instead of full and red). She's almost eighteen, nearly complete, and that's all she'll ever be-nearly complete.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">She has a look of quiet disdain in her eyes as he approaches, a quiet derision that never dares to go louder because she's heard whispers (she's heard screams) of what he is capable of. He nods his head, offers a Good evening, but she brushes past him with a scoff lingering in the back of her throat.
mso-fareast-language:EN-MY">He keeps smiling, because she's wearing the bracelet of a beheaded, dead queen (because he killed her, fucked her and then killed her) on her wrist and she doesn't even know it.
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'love is like a sin, my love' will be up soon - but it's being a bitch and won't let me write out the good parts. Blergh.