( 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 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. ]

[prescind]

You could try and try and try but you are never going to convince me to do this.

( he likes that she likes his legs but he's not going to wax them. )

[manipulative]

What if I did it for you?

[ she lifts her brows as an idea comes to her. she smiles at him. ]

It might make me feel better. Don't you want me to feel better, Stefan?

[prescind]

What if you waxed your legs for me?

( he raises an eyebrow. )

That's normal for you, though.

[manipulative]

Are you trying to imply something, Stefan?

[ her legs are as smooth as butter at all times! even if this sickness lasts for longer than the next handful of hours, she'll keep her eyebrows plucked and her legs as smooth as anything he's ever felt in his life.

but she smiles. she has a much better proposal that sees them both getting what they want. ]

Maybe you should wax them for me.

[prescind]

You want me to wax your legs?

( he's gonna ignore the first question. )

I don't know if I'd be good at that.

[manipulative]

[ she rolls her eyes. ] You can't exactly ruin legs.

[ except, on second thought, perhaps he could if he ripped too hard with his strength? then again, katherine suspects she's made of stronger stuff. ]

You put wax down, the strip, and pull. Your brother could master it.

[ and we know how dumb damon is. ]

[prescind]

Oh, low blow, bringing my brother into it.

( but that also begs a question — )

Are you saying that he waxed your legs for you or that he waxed his own?

[manipulative]

[ she scoffs and pulls a disgusted face. ]

He wishes.

[ no, literally; he did. ]

If waxing legs was a thing back in 1864, I'm sure he'd have begged me to let him do it.

[prescind]

Don't put that image into my head.

( he doesn't want to think about it, katherine. )

I'm gonna mention that to him whenever I see him next though.

[manipulative]

[ she laughs. although she's not quite feeling like herself, she can appreciate something funny—and stefan informing damon that he had once been desperate to wax her legs (and do anything she wanted, really) is pure comedy gold. ]

Damon would enjoy that. [ with an overemphasising of her eyebrows, she mocks damon with a deep voice: ] I would never do that, Stefan. Katherine's a bitch from hell.

[ she thinks that was pretty good. ]