( january catch all )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + katherine pierce (manipulative) + amos burton (rocinantes) + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: new year's things, event things
When: january
Where: all around

Content Warnings: probably some language to start.

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[manipulative]

[ she nods. ] You did. You made fun of my shoes.

[ she pouts dramatically as she peers up at him. ]

But you could maybe earn your job back. Maybe.

[prescind]

And how's that?

( don't make him sing and dance, katherine. )

What would I have to do?

[manipulative]

[ christ, she's sick; she doesn't want to subject herself to more torture!

katherine pats his pillow and pouts. ] You cuddle me.

[ she's so miserable and this is the only way she's going to openly admit she's sick. ]

[prescind]

You want a cuddle?

( he can do that. )

It won't make you too hot?

[manipulative]

No.

[ maybe? they'll cross that bridge if it happens. but all katherine really wants is for her shoe-bearing partner to come cuddle her in bed.

but then she frowns. ] What if I'm contagious? Maybe you should keep your distance.

[prescind]

You want me to keep my distance?

( that's a first. but he supposes she might be right. )

I don't know if I really want to do that though.

[manipulative]

You don't?

[ she smiles, hopeful and pleased.

that's what katherine likes to hear. clearly, stefan still finds her irresistible even if her sinuses are going to give out on her in the next few days. ]

[prescind]

No, I don't.

( in fact, he's certain that he doesn't want to keep his distance. )

I think I'll be okay. I think I'll risk it.

[manipulative]

Stefan…

[ this is the part where katherine urges him not to, right? she should. she should be sensible and responsible and encourage stefan to steer clear in case this is a vampire-specific illness…

but she's selfish. ]

I haven't been sick in over five hundred years. [ she pouts. ] Is it meant to feel this awful?

[prescind]

Yeah.

( he says it gently and softly before he sits down beside her. )

And it'll probably get worse before it gets better.

[manipulative]

[ she pouts and slumps into his pillow, unhappy with that news. ]

It's not fair!

[ nothing is ever really fair, especially when it goes against her plans. she had wanted to have a nice night out with stefan, and now she's come back and ruined it all.

she faceplants into his pillow. ]

Being an immortal undead was meant to cheat me out of this!

[prescind]

And then we ended up in this place and it —

( well, it messes with them. he sighs and lays down beside her, letting her head rest against his shoulder. )

It turns things on its head.

[manipulative]

I would like heads to stop turning.

[ she throws an arm around him, now seemingly not caring about whether or not he'll end up sick because of her. ]

And my head to feel less cloudy. You should be able to compel it away. We can compel away everything else.

[prescind]

Compel away your sickness from this magical city?

( just so she can hear how she sounds. he chuckles. )

I can't compel you, Katherine.

[manipulative]

Boo.

[ she presses her face into his chest. the one thing she needs is an original to come along and wish her illness away, and then fuck off right after. ]

Maybe you can cuddle it away with your big, strong, anti-sick arms?

[prescind]

You know, it's about time you got hit with this city's weird shit.

( it's always him, it seems. )

I'm always the one dealing with it.

[manipulative]

Hey!

[ she pouts as she smacks his chest lightly. her heart isn't in it. instead, she prefers to wrap her arm around him again and hold him to her. this is much nicer. ]

That's mean. When the city hits you with its weird shit, it hits me, too. People in relationships share the weird shit.

[ or so she thinks he'd tell her. ]

[prescind]

I know, I know.

( stefan smiles and slides into bed beside her, reaching for her and pulling her close. )

I'm gonna make sure you get better just like you do me.

[manipulative]

I'm very good at making you feel better.

[ she says it haughtily, even tilting her head up even though she rests it against his chest. katherine never imagined in her life that she would pride herself in being a caretaker, but here she was, doing so. there was a first time for everything. ]

You have very big shoes to fill, you know. High, too.

[prescind]

If this is your way of trying to make me wear your heels, you're gonna have to try harder.

( he smiles and does kiss the top of her head. )

I don't have the legs for it.

[manipulative]

You could if you let me wax them. [ katherine singsongs. she'll get to wax them sooner or later. perhaps that's the cure to her sickness?

she knows stefan won't go for it.

but she smiles because he kisses her head. ] A few more of those, please. [ she says it quietly. ] I felt a little better.

[prescind]

Absolutely not.

( to the waxing. but he will give her another kiss. )

No chance in Hell.

[manipulative]

[ she opens her mouth in shock before she chuckles. anything louder and her throat will feel too scratchy. ]

Not even if it would make me feel better? I'm ill, Stefan.

[prescind]

I'm not waxing!

( even if she is ill. he understands that but no. )

No. I will not be doing that.

[manipulative]

Your legs would look so sexy if you did.

[ she smiles, peering up at him with a pout he shouldn't be able to resist. stefan has nice legs, and she thinks that he'd be able to rock a nice and clean leg if he truly let himself. ]