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Music Fic Meme

So basically, I need to jumpstart my writing muse more, and the one word prompts aren't doing it for me at the moment. So this is my proposal.

First twenty people to claim a pairing will get a fic based on whatever song happens to come up on my iPod. It may not be a long fic, it may be more drabble-esque, but it will be something. Feel free to request ship ships, sibling ships, friendships, hateships, whatever. Crossover, canon, gameverses. You request it, I'll see what I can do.

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klebekah please c:

~~and then my reading comprehension kicked in late, so just consider this a song rec idk idk~~

oooh, that song is pretty. Thank you c: /files it away for future reference.

This is the song that ended up coming on my ipod for this one.

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The first few centuries were easy. They went back to Europe, to the land their parents came from, land Elijah remembered from his childhood, land she had never seen. She was still a maiden then. Father had only just begun to negotiate within the town over a suitable husband for her.

She'd never marry now, but she had her brothers. She had her family. And for a long time, that was enough.

It was after the first hundred years that she admitted to Niklaus that she longed for other girls had, that she had not ever felt the touch of a man, not like that. He had a strange look in his eyes, and if she was honest, she'd admit she wasn't surprised when he snuck into her room that night (perhaps that was what she was waiting for, why she had not yet let another man touch her).

He claimed her that night, in more than one way, letting his fangs sink into the skin of her neck as he broke past her virgin barrier. It hurt, but she also felt closer to him than she had before (something she would not have thought possible, she was always closer to Nik than anyone else).

She curled up in his arms that night, begging him to sleep with her. He grinned a little.

"It's risky, sister, what if Elijah sees us?"

She was selfish though, willing to take the risk. "Do you really think he could do anything if he did?"

That earned a dark chuckle out of her brother. "No. I don't think he could." And his expression suddenly became more serious, more challenging. "You won't let him or anyone come between us, will you? You belong to me now."

And there was a twist in her stomach, and in that moment, he seemed unlike her brother at all. Not the one she knew. But she tried to push it away. "Of course. Always and forever, Nik."

Later on, he'd remind her that she was the one who pratically invited him into her bed that night. That she had been the one to start all of this.

This was her fault.
-
They carried on like this for a while, though after a few centuries, Rebekah started picking up other men. She became obsessed with modern romance, the life she had never gotten the chance to experience. She never lasted long with any of them. She either got bored of them and killed them herself, or Nik took care of it for her.

He was thoughtful like that. Or so he claimed.

Her lomgest affair led to an engagement. She had left the manor she had been staying in with Elijah and Niklaus to live with the man and his family. It was fun, compelling his servants, pretending she could be a real noblewoman (if she had asked Nik, he'd tell her they were better than that, equivelent to Gods). But then she got a hurried letter from Nik.

He found the doppleganger.

She let her poor fiance go, erasing all memories of her before heading back to England, to meet this Katerina Petrova herself. She wanted to be there when Nik finally freed himself from the shackles of his curse.

But she was too late. Everything was a wreck by the time she got there. Elijah was gone. And so was Katerina (a vampire now, and thus, useless).

When she got there he pulled her close, his breath heavy on her neck. "I almost had her, love," His angered words whispered out. "I was going to be free. But now that's all ruined. She'll pay for this."

Rebekah lifted up a hand, cupping his cheek as she tried to comfort him. "Let her go, Niklaus." She rarely used his full name, but now seemed like an appropriate time. "You don't need her. You have me."

"Elijah chose her, he helped her," He whispered bitterly. "It will only be a matter of time before you do the same, sister."

Rebekah's stomach twisted, like it did more and more often when he got like this. She thought of Finn and Kol, already daggered safely away in their coffins.

Was it truly only a matter of time before she joined them?

-

They ran more than ever now. Ran to find Katerina, to hide from their father, they never stayed much of anywhere. She never even got to make friends anymore, there was hardly time. The lovers she did pick up ended up killed sooner as opposed to later. And then he would slip in her bed, claiming her again, reminding her who she really belonged to.

Anf as much as she loved Nik (and damnit all she loved him, despite everything) he began to feel more like a cage than anything else. And she was his gilded bird, unable to fly away and be free.

Which was why Chicago came as such a relief to her. It was so alive. They had only finally returned to America in the past twenty years, but so far, Chicago was her favorite city. The jazz halls, the dancing, the fashion. The 20s suited her. She felt more alive than she had in decades.

And then she met Stefan Salvatore. She had had many lovers over the years, but Stefan, he was something else, he was special. And Nik liked him, or grew to anyways. It was not uncommon for her to find both men joining her at night. It was the perfect situation. Stefan filled the hole Elijah's absence had left and then some. It was like he belonged with them.

But Mikeal found them, he always did, and Nik wouldn't let her take Stefan with them. It was the first time in hundreds of years she had asked for a favor like this from him, and he had refused.

And once more, he made her make a choice.

"Him or me"

She chose Stefan.

And as he stepped closer to her that familiar twist in her stomach came back, followed by the sensation of a dagger slipping into her skin, incapacitating her.

-

She forgave him, eventually, for killing their mother. To be honest, that part had never bothered her as much as the fact that he had lied to her for so long.

He smirked, as if he was expecting it. "Aren't we a pair."

Like that first night, she wasn't surprised when he came in her room. Wasn't surprised when he slid inside her, when he bit down on her neck, filling her up in every possible way.

And she wasn't surprised by the twist in her stomach as he leaned in, whispering in her ear as he came.

"Always and forever, love," He reminded her, as if he was scolding a child. "Your words, not mine."

It was funny how a promise could feel more like a curse over time.

Rebekah and Damon, please. <3

so I guess this fic exists in some world where Rebekah didn't kill Elena in the finale. So there's that.

Inspired by this song.

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Rebekah wasn't expecting company that night, wasn't looking for it. Elijah had already left town, advising her to do the same. Alaric was still on the loose, after all. But she was tired of running. She had spent her whole life running and for what? Niklaus was still dead. She was still alone. She supposed she should get used to it.

She was sitting in some dank bar (not the Grill, she didn't feel like running into Matt or anyone else) trying to drown her sorrows when she heard a familiar snarky voice behind her.
"You know, they say that turning alcohol in your time of need is the first signs of a problem."

She didn't have to look up to see the smirk playing on his face.
"What do you want, Damon?" Her voice was short. She wasn't in the mood to deal with him (or anyone, really).

When she finally looked up she saw him pressing his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "Can't I just be checking up on you, one concerned vampire to another?"

"No. Nothing is ever that simple with you." Perhaps at one point, she would have trusted those words, but she knew better now, had learned her lesson after the whole fiasco with Sage.

"Careful," He warned with a tsking voice. "You should be nicer to the guy who helped save you."

And she remembered now, Damon holding her back as she cried, watching Alaric kill her favorite brother. He could have easily allowed her to die as well.

But he didn't.

"Fine," She conceded. "If you're going to insist on bothering me, the least you can do is buy the next round."

--

She wasn't how it happened, her ending up in his bed again. She had sworn never to degrade herself like that again after he used her and let Sage invade her mind. But she was lonely, and he seemed to be too. She would hear later Elena made her choice (Stefan, no surprises there) and so here she was playing the consolation prize as she felt him move inside her.
But she couldn't get mad at him, not really.

After all, she was using him just as well. The harsh way he held her, thrusted inside of her, bit at her neck, it was almost enough to dull out the ache of loss.

Almost.

--

It became something of a ritual between them. They'd both end up at the same bar, drink too much, banter with one another, and then eventually end up in his bed. It was always his bed. She never took him back to the Mikealson mansion. She couldn't get herself to go back, honestly. That was the home Nik had built for all of them.

But as he would say, that's all ruined now, isn't it.

--

Some nights were better than others. Some nights, she'd burst into tears in the middle of sex, ruining everything.

Surprisingly, he never judged her for it, but instead seemed determined to make her forget whatever was making him sad.

She supposed it made sense that if anyone would understand being too attached to one's sibling, it would be Damon Salvatore.

--

She eventually decided to leave town. She told him as much as she pulled her dress back on, smoothing out any wrinkles.

"It's about time," He quipped with that infuriating grin of his on his lips. "Here I was beginning to think you were falling for me again."

She rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at his face. "Hardly." She wasn't that stupid. Not this time. Though he had given her companionship when she needed it most, and for that she was grateful (she'd never say so out loud though).

"Well, good for you. Go off, see the world. Enjoy the freedom of not having your brother pull you around on a leash." That earned him a glare that he simply shrugged off, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "But if you're ever back in town and want another roll in the sack, you know where to find me."

"I do." And she paused for a moment before leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. It was softer, more sincere than anything else they had shared between one another. And then she pulled back. "Thank you."

He just looked confused at that. "For what? I didn't do anything."

But he didn't get any answer. She was already gone.

Edited 2012-09-10 21:16 (UTC)

Sam and Lilah. =D

Based on this song.

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It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

She made it clear to him that she was looking for one thing, and that was sex. That’s it. She didn’t have time for anything else in her life. She wasn’t going to be one of those stupid women who screwed up all their other plans in life because of love and feelings and all that bullshit.

He seemed to get it. When it came down to it, Sam was almost as ambitious as she was. He was as good of lawyer as she was, certainly, which isn’t something she’d say about most of her colleagues. He lacked the wishy-washiness you found in men like Lindsey McDonald, which was definitely refreshing.

The first time, it had happened on his desk. She had been the one to suggest it after a few drinks. In fact, she was almost always the one to initiate things. It was important to Lilah, being in control.

She had lots of admirers around the office. Men who tried to ask her out, who made mistakes about who she was. She always laughed at them, shutting them down. She didn’t need it. She already had a situation that worked for her.

But somewhere, things began to change.

She found herself not only seeking him out at the office, but outside of it too. It was just sex, stress relief, she told herself, but she knew the truth. Part of her just liked his company.

“Don’t you get tired of it?” He asked her one night as she got up from his bed (always his, she never invited him back to her place if she could help it).

“Tired of what?” She asked, as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. She was instead busying herself with finding her bra.

He dug underneath his pillow, handing it to her. And then he leaned back into the bed, sighing a little. “This. Just sex and nothing else. Don’t you ever want anything more? Don’t you ever get lonely?”

She paused, almost surprised at the question, as if she expected more from him or something. “I don’t need anyone but myself. I never have. “

“I don’t doubt that.” And he didn’t. Lilah was a force that couldn’t be reckoned with. He had no doubt she had mostly gotten that way out of her sheer will more than anything else. “But what if I wanted more than just this?”

She blinked a little. Men who actually knew her, unlike the fools at the office who hit on her, never tried to pursue her. They knew better. She was self-serving to a fault. She would always come first. Who would want to have a relationship with someone like that?

Sam Winchester, apparently.

“I thought you knew what this was.”

“I do. But I like you. And you like me, don’t try to pretend like you don’t.”

And it was true. She did. It was dangerous. She found herself looking forward to seeing him, buying him little gifts, planning surprises for him. It struck her in that moment that she had long started acting like his girlfriend before he had even brought up the conversation.

“Okay, I’ll give,” She said, sitting back down on the bed. “I like you. But I can’t afford something serious in my life right now.”

“So it isn’t serious,” he insisted, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. He was trying to coax her back into the bed. “Just stay with me for tonight. Just tonight.”

So she did

-

Things changed after that. She wasn’t sure where. They started occasionally having dinner together. Sometimes she came over and they didn’t even had sex. A few times, she even let him come to her apartment.

The best part was he never held it against her when she screwed him over at the office, and she never held it against him when he did the same. They both knew what kind of place Wolfram and Hart was. Kill or be killed. It was nothing personal.

But everything?

Well, that was.

-

It had been going on for six months when he told her he was taking a sabbatical for a while. His brother had found their father, finally, and apparently he was dead now. He said he had to help Dean, he was in a bad way.

She couldn’t hold it against him. She knew what it was like to take care of family. She paid for her mother’s care in an Alzheimer’s clinic back home, after all. He was the only one who knew that fact, outside of the Senior Partners, of course.

“It’ll be temporary,” He promised, pressing a kiss against her lips. “I should be back soon.”

She smirked, hiding any real feeling about it. “Well don’t hurry on account of me.”

She never admitted how much she would miss him, or that she didn’t want him to go. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

So he left.

-

He didn’t come back. She learned later, Dean pulled him back into the hunting business. Convinced him it was bad news to come back to a place like Wolfram and Hart. He told her over the phone.

“I’m sorry.”

She rolled her eyes and in a clipped tone told him, “Don’t be.”

And then she hung up.

-

After that she swore not to be that dumb again. Because she missed him. For months she found himself almost calling him, driving past the building he used to live in, drinking the drinks they used to share. It was dumb, and weak, and she would be better than that.

So her next fling would stay that. She didn’t need anything outside of sex, not really.

After all, a relationship like that can’t hurt you, can’t leave you.

Really, it’s much safer when you think about it.