Random prompts. I've been having trouble writing, so I thought why not try writing random prompt generator
I'll try and think of a better title later.
Elijah/Rebekah, hand (mild)
Davina+Elijah/Kol, hairbrush (implied severe)
The accident wasn't her fault
Elijah/Rebekah, 2014
The broken shards of glass from a wine bottles littering Elijah's room was not Rebekah's fault. Kol claimed that it had been an accident while teaching Davina to better control her telekinesis and while she wasn't convinced that was strictly true, she did owe him one. So. Now here she was over Elijah's lap getting walloped.
At least it was over a sturdy pair of jeans.
She sucked in her breath a wiggled a little as Elijah used his palm to make it clear how he felt about childish pranks. When he moved down to her sit spots, she was nearly grateful. Sure they'd be the hardest ones on the more sensitive parts, but that meant it was almost over.
Until Elijah reached down to unbutton her fly.
"What are you doing?" Rebekah snapped as she pressed her hips down flat on his legs so her brother couldn't get to her zipper.
"Do you really need me to state the obvious?" Elijah asked. Rebekah kicked her legs and pouted. "Lift up your hips unless you want extra for defiance."
Rebekah was the smart sibling so she lifted up her hips as she protested, "It's just a little prank, Elijah! You don't need to do it bare."
"I'm not spanking you for Kol's prank," Elijah said as he jerked her clothing down to her knees, "but for lying to me." She yelped as his hand cracked down hard. She could almost see a red handprint blooming on her flawless skin. "And perhaps a little extra for doing so badly."
"How'd you - ouch! that hurt," Rebekah felt tears build behind her eyes because it really did hurt. Elijah didn't usually smack her so hard.
"Vampire hearing," Elijah told her.
"No so hard," Rebekah begged as Elijah continued to pepper her behind with sharp, quick slaps. He wasn't raising his hand high but it wasn't because he wanted to go easier on her, oh no. The higher he raised his hand, the more time she'd get between the punishing smacks. And he clearly didn't want that since she couldn't even process the individual blows, it was just a sting that kept growing. "You were with Hayley."
Elijah stopped spanking and Rebekah sighed with relief until he started to speak, "Not only does history suggest you and Kol are particularly naughty when you're around each other, our three year old niece has made baby proofing our home impossible with her magic that Niklaus thinks she should have full access to at all times. I would be listening carefully even if the devil himself was torturing me."
"When you put it like that," Rebekah muttered and then yelped as Elijah started to smack again, "no more! I won't do it again."
Without breaking his productive rhythm, Elijah pulled her closer and found the strength to hit her even harder. "I'll be the judge of that, little sister."
The pen hadn't been worth stealing
Elijah+Davina/Kol, 2014
Spending the week stealing Elijah's pens right from under his nose had been delightful. It'd gotten Kol the slipper, but the brief pain and humiliation was a small price to pay to mildly undermine Elijah's dealing with the fire department.
Except.
"I can't believe you," Davina said.
"You knew I played with fire before you married me," Kol said, "and, thanks to your good influence, I've decided it's more fun to minimize the damage instead of maximizing it." It really was. There was a challenge in reducing property damage with just a water bottle and compelled bored teenagers.
"I'm not talking about the fires," Davina said as she twisted her hand and made him roll over on his front on their bed, "you brought children into it."
"First of all," Kol defended himself, "they weren't children. They were delinquent layabouts whose loitering was interfering with a small business that improves the local economy."
"It's nice to know you're retaining something in the meetings with the human faction," that was Elijah and he was looking pretty angry and holding a hairbrush. Kol tried to get up, but Davina was holding him down with her magic. "Do you mind enlightening us on your motive for reducing petty crime?"
"Altruism," Kol said with a completely straight face. "I'm teaching the local pyromaniac youth of New Orleans how to safely indulge in their hobby."
Davina yanked down his pants and boxers. In any other context, Kol would be more then delighted. But Elijah was sitting down next to him and setting his hand on the small of Kol's back.
"When did you two become friends?" Kol asked as Elijah pressed the back of the hairbrush right in the center of his backside.
"We have a common goal," Davina said, "of not letting you become a psychotic maniac again."
"But I didn't even kill anyone," Kol said, pouting slightly.
Davina turned to Elijah. "Ten for endangering children and five for whining."
Kol relaxed. This was clearly some sort of joke. Fifteen taps from a hairbrush wouldn't even sting since Elijah couldn't hit him hard enough for Kol to feel it without breaking the hairbrush. Davina's natural talent for causing trouble was blooming under Kol's mentorship. And if she was dragging Elijah in on it, he needed to buy her more jewelry for somehow getting that stick out of ass.
Then he got the first smack with the brush. It hurt so much that Kol gave a little shout. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"My magic," Davina said, folding her arms, "I need Elijah's strength to make it hurt, but I'm the one making sure you won't be sitting down for a week."
Davina's blue eyes were stone. No amount of pleading would change her mind. So Kol turned to Elijah, who actually did look troubled. He'd hit Kol hard enough to leave a mark and instead of the pain fading, it was deepening into an ache that was settling and staying. "You're my big brother," Kol said and he didn't need to force his eyes to be wide and scared, "you're supposed to protect me, not torture me."
Elijah rubbed the small of his back for a moment. "I am protecting you." Then he raised the brush and gave Kol the worst paddling of his very long life.