𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 II TW x TO *discontinued till further notice*

1.3 || Who the fuck doesn't like chocolate?

THE MIKAELSONS THOUGH THEY WERE stupid enough to lose their youngest part, had managed to create a seamless lie of a life. And seamless charmed jewellery with their Mikaelson crest that would mask their real faces and allow them to get closer to their youngest part. To get to know her. And get to love her. For the first ever time.

"You're shit at magic sis."

Kol Mikaleson's comment had been aimed at his youngest sister. Smack! His wife hit the upside of his head harshly. He glared at his wife, "What? I'm just saying - these charms don't fucking work!"

Freya rolled her eyes and said, "We won't be able to see the charm, but it works for anybody but us."

There was a word missing from the end of her sentence. The word remain unsaid. Until Hayley went and said it.

"Idiot."

"Hey!, I heard that"

"You're supposed to."

Smack! Davina had once again hit her childish husband over the back of his head. The male winced at the sound before glaring at his wife.

He looked like a kicked puppy.

"I thought you loved me..."

***

They were at the hospital again. This time Sheriff Stilinski had come with. And Scott had snuck in too. They were checking Stiles to see if he had early-onset dementia. A CT scan would either put their worries to rest or bring more. She placed her hand in Stiles' as the male sat waiting for his turn to enter the scanning room.

"We're going to be right outside."

"That's always comforting but currently - not so much."

She sighed, rubbing his thumb with her fingers, "It's probably nothing. We're going to get back completely normal scans and then I'm going to steal your truck and take you and Scott out for ice cream - don't tell Simon later though, he'll have my head."

"I have a vague sound of him screaming at me in the top British manner, calling me a wanker and an arse, if you will, for not taking him with me and Ma - Marcel,", She hadn't thought of her friends back in New Orleans for some time now. She shook her head, "Anyways, as much as I would like to eat in peace. I would also like my head, thank you very much."

Stiles chuckled, "Yeah - that sounds like our guy."

She smiled. She saw how he deflated a little. She cleared her throat, "Keep your mind off that machine in there. Think of better things - like what ice cream flavor you want."

He was silent. One glance at him she knew he had taken her advice.

"I don't want chocolate."

She deadpanned at him, "Who the fuck doesn't like chocolate?"

As she started her rant on how great Chocolate was Stiles Stilinski cracked a small smile at his best friend's (crush's~~) behavior. He had taken her advice. Well not entirely. He wasn't thinking of ice cream. He had just said that he didn't want chocolate so that he could watch her start lecturing him.

Not because he wanted to hear her lecture. It was a horrid thing that one. Instead, he wanted to watch her. Just the way her nose scrunches up when she hears something that she dislikes. The way her hands move as she passionately tries to prove herself right.

So he watched her. And she let him. Because she wanted him to watch her.