Like a cockroach, Always Survives

169. Kai Parker | Off With The Heretic's Head

Tumblr : starshipsofstarlord

Hi! Please could I request a Kai Parker x Salvatore!reader where they are pining for each other but can't do anything because of her brothers. They eventually agree to start dating but hide it from everyone. Y/N then winds up pregnant months later (some supernatural miracle baby, you can decide how), and everybody finds out. Thanks ❤️‍🔥

Summary: based on the request ^^^

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Kai Parker x Salvatore reader

Warnings: pregnancy, vampire cravings, mentions of death and violence, euphemisms for genitalia, mentions of sex and daddy kink mentions, swearing, threats, mentions of alcohol, brief angst, a lil fluff

Word Count: 2688

*

Kai had been sent to his own personal hell, and you were aggravated to uncover that, almost as you had been when you had been tricked into thinking that your brother had killed him. It was impossible not to mope around the house, ignoring any word that your siblings had to say to you; they knew that you and the sociopath had been close, but just not as close as they had expected. And this, the world now without him was your personal hell. If you could go back and reverse the cruelty that had been done you would, however Kai had already dug his own grace when he killed his sister. The wedding had been a massacre, in his rage he had even snapped your own neck, and when you had came to all you saw was his head flying off from his shoulders.

But it had all been a hoax, a trick to calm the people and deceive them into believing that he was no longer alive. You weren't going to give up, and thus you continued looking through the grimoire that you had taken from the Parker residence in Portland, searching for any way to extract someone from a prison world. As you looked upon the aged pages, your lids felt heavy and your stomach began to rumble, strange. Perhaps it was lack of hope since there was nothing that you could find that devised a ploy of rescuing someone from such sentenced lengths; you felt helpless, depressed from losing the one thing that you had learned to love through the almost two centuries of which you had been alive. Or perhaps it was something else, you thought as you felt a stab from within your stomach drive you insane.

Against your better judgement, you rose to your feet, being a little wobbly as you began to walk through the house until you came to the locked away refrigerators that housed the blood that had been passed from hospital to immortal hand. It was the only source of food that your body craved, and it appeared as though it were starving for a developed taste of the substance; for it to moisten your tongue, to slink down your throat and overall exonerate any hunger that pardoned it's interior. And thus you grabbed a bag and sunk your fangs messily into the plastic, drawing out the liquid gold within, but one was simply not enough, not in the slightest. You became lost with how many you had drained, slumping yourself upon the concrete floor and your back against the container as you held your stomach that finally appealed some kind of satisfaction.

One thing you had not anticipated was for anyone to see you in this carnivorous state, but frankly you had no choice in the matter as the door was peeled open and one of your brothers glanced down at you with wide eyes. They all knew that you were in mourning, and anyone else would assume that this devised appetite was a symptom, but Stefan could tell there was something else burdening you. He walked closer and ducked his head over so that he could peer into the cold basin; it was empty, void of any more supplies that him or Damon may possibly need to control their own urges. "What is taking you so long brother, I thought you wanted to grab a snack for the road and go?" Damon spoke before the latter could, he was slowly getting better with people, all things considered what with Elena in a long term sleep that would not be broken until Bonnie deadly hit the hay.