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klausysworld · 9 months

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Okayyy so i just had a idea and since you are amazinggggg with tvdu fan fiction, thought I might a request😅

Basically, yn is a wolf but for some reason or another, her puppy sized wolf is out of control and so whenever she gets emotional, she slowly starts transforming, like first she will get the ears and like the shift is slow but not painful anymore since it has been happening a lot and she just gets a headache.

Elena's gang except for Tyler and bonnie dislike her and Caroline doesn't have much of an opinion. She is usually a happy person since she is homeschooled so doesn't have to deal with any bullies or anything.

Klaus finds her with teary eyes and her wolf puppy ears out as she tries to stop herself from full on crying.

Klaus takes her in and cares for her and helps her control her wolf side so that her emotions don't control them. At this point, she loves her wolf form so much that Klaus has to scold her and treat her kinda like am actual naughty puppy and he even has a hard time keeping her in human form because she has learned that she can run off in her wolf form and not have to study

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Tamed and trained

Y/n’s parents had always been worried about her. She wasn’t exactly normal, being a werewolf anyways was hard enough let alone a completely out of control one. They assumed there must have been some sort of mutation in the gene system or something similar which caused her to turn at any time, like how only few vampires were rippers and few witches were siphoners.

They had been to the Bennett’s who told them that this had only happened a very rare few times since the first werewolf was created and that she would learn control as she grew.

Of course their first fear was she would be picked on, misunderstood and seen as a monster, so they kept her inside. And then they worried that her werewolf anger would be 10x worse as instead of having emotions heightened on a full moon, hers are 24/7. But it turned out she showed nearly every emotion but anger. But the tears were the worst. As soon as they started falling they knew they needed to hide her asap. The ears would sprout from her head, then the tail and claws, the nose and paws, until she were howling her sorrows for the world to hear.

And gosh did she cry when she was little, always in a puddle of pity and fear of her own shadow.

He parents had pretty much given up with trying to control her. Just locking her in the house and telling her to be quiet while they went out and tried to live like normal people, pretend they didn’t have a daughter that the council would kill to obtain.

When Bonnie grew up they tried to convince her to spell Y/n but Bonnie refused when she saw the fluffy ears a big sad eyes looking back at her.

They tried to have Tyler help her when he broke his curse but he wasn’t sure what to do either other than bond over the experience of being in wolf form.

So she continued to hide inside, only getting out when her parents had gone away, most likely to get drunk and forget their worries.

She knew she was an inconvenience for them but the harder she tried to control herself, the worse it made her feel and then she ended up turning again. She didn’t know how to fix the cycle she was trapped within.

But on that day, her parents had gotten a little too angry at her. Called her a freak and a mistake causing her to run as far as she could on her human legs, praying to god that she wouldn’t turn halfway through a step.

She huddled up to the big willow tree besides the Mystic Park and kept their until dark. Her sniffles were the only sound heard as she wiped her eyes and cheeks.

Her knees dragged to her chest and she rest her chin on top of them as she kept her cries to a minimum, hiccuping as she tried to fully stop.

It was the sound that drew Klaus Mikaelson toward the park that night. His eyes squinted as he spotted a girl in the distance, two large and fluffed ears on her head which twitched very few seconds. His curiosity was peaked and so he approached the source of such sad sounds and crouched before her. His hand slowly touched her knee making her jolt and look up at him alarmed. Immediately smacking the top of her head to make her ears go away making him frown and grab onto her hands

“It’s alright love” he mumbled as she shook her head and tried to squirm out of his hold. He sighed and resorted to picking her up which made her cry again and him to panic. “No no no” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand and his eyes widening when a tail curled up between her legs and little claws scratched at his arms. “Oh bloody hell” he muttered before speeding her to his home and getting her on the floor just as she turned entirely.

His brows shot up seeing her so small, running around like a lunatic and barking continuously. He blinked in surprise and slowly shut the front door, locking it and walking around the smashed vase and torn painting as she chewed at his brand new sofa cushions with her tail wagging so wildly that her whole body shook.

He made a gradual approach but the second she was in reach, she had darted up the stairs making him sigh and chase her through the house for the next 20 minutes. Having a little too much fun for an almighty hybrid as he tackled a small wolf to his kitchen floor and kept her firmly to his chest until eventually she turned back.

Asleep and completely naked against him. He cautiously lifted her up and brought her to his bed, not wanting her to run off while he slept.

He slipped his boxers up her legs and henley over her head, not without peeking at her lovely little body of course, and quickly stripping to his boxers before tugging the covers over the both and watching her from the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her for as long as he stayed awake, until the steady beating of her heart sent him to sleep.

When he woke he was entirely on top of her, her big eyes looking up at him as he lifted his head to find her squished beneath him and shoving helplessly at his chest.

He kept quiet and in response so did she, swallowing thickly as she watched him observe her. She didn’t comment as his eyes lingered on her nipples that stood out against the soft material on his top, nor the way his tongue wetted his lips when he studied her legs.

“Do you do that a lot?” He asked just above a whisper when his eyes came back to hers and she nodded with a blush of embarrassment coating her cheeks.

“I don’t mean to” she uttered and he tilted his head ever so slightly

“I wouldn’t have thought you did” he murmured and she kept silent. He thought to himself for a moment before making an unklauslike decision “I think I’ll keep you love” he told her and she opened her mouth to speak but he was already talking again “no arguing, I’ll teach you to control yourself and we’ll see what happens from there okay?”

“But my mother and- and school! I learn at home, I can’t-“

“Do you know who I am love?” He cut her off and she turned her head

“Klaus?” She questioned, having heard of him before when her parents were researching, the mention of him from Tyler and the smell of both vampire and werewolf which twisted together when she lay under him.

“That’s right little wolf, Klaus, now I’ve been alive a very long time, I can teach you much better than any mother could. And besides, your mother would’ve found you before I had if she were worried” he waved it off and she frowned

“She will be…” she whispered and he watched in amazement again as the ears formed at her head. His hand automatically reached out to feel the soft fur against his skin making her lean into him. He could feel the smirk pulling at his face as he calmed her back down

“Oh you’re right love,” he began, seeing her brighten up a little bit in curiosity, “she will puppy, so how about I’ll handle it okay? She’ll let you come here, you want me to help you don’t you?” He manipulated and she immediately fell into it, nodding and laying still under him. Klaus couldn’t help but admire how she looked beneath him, her big round eyes and wolf ears still on display. If emotion was what brought this out in her, he could only imagine how she would howl if he treated her the way he desired.

But he would wait, he needed to get her under control at least a little so that she didn’t destroy his house and hurt herself in the meantime. He didn’t believe she would be able to hurt someone else, especially not purposely but he saw how she basically ran into walls without a care and worried for her own sake.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the whine she produced, confused on his face before he realised his knee was inbetween both her legs and she had almost definitely never been touched like that. One because of her little wolf issue, and two because she clearly had a lack of time outside her home just based off how afraid she was outside and then looking in wonder at simple objects in his home. Not that it was an issue for him, the more unaware she was in general, the better. She would be easier to tame if he could train a fresh mind.

And she was just that, a breathe of fresh air.

Simple and appreciative. No matter how small a thing he did for her, she was smiling brightly with her tail wagging and ears up. Whether it be a new bookmark or a diamond bracelet.

He remembers when he told her she could decorate her own room, he had never seen someone get so excited so fast. The room looked completely out of place, the rest of the mansion was relatively dark and gloomy but her space was bright but soft, calming in a way instead of tense.

He loved how she was like that, calming. Whenever he was having an awful day, there she was in his lap, ears up and a book in her hands that he had ‘assigned’ her to read for her ‘schoolwork’. She seemed to have at least her ears out all the time, especially when he touched her, just a hand on her leg would have her tail wagging and he couldn’t find it in himself to make her stop.

But he found that if he did tell her to put them away, it was the only way she would do so.

He had found her in tears over two star crossed lovers in a book she had gotten from her personal library, a gift from him of course, and watched as she struggled to calm herself down. But the second he used a commanding tone on her to put the canine features away, they were gone and she was whimpering quite literally like a puppy being told off.

He found that he had more control over her wolf than she did. And he loved it, she was his good girl, his little puppy to play with and look after.

She kept his bed warm when he was gone and made his heart swell when he was there.

He loved seeing her so freely running around in her wolf form, finally able to control where she was going and what she was thinking as she chased the birds and and spun around to get his attention. Only issue was when she gained more control, he seemed to lose some. And she was quick to tease him, running circles around him and nipping at his ankles when he was busy, having him chase after her because she had taken his phone or worse: the white oak stake. Of course she didn’t understand the importance but to her it was a game and she wanted him to play too.

He understood her mindset of course and she was completely entertaining for him but it was a pain to have to hunt her down every time he needed her to practice her school work.

He would always remember the first time he turned to chase her down. The surprise in her eyes when she skidded to a halt and looked up at him. He must’ve been nearly 10 times bigger than her and although she should probably have been terrified, she yipped happily and darted for the tree line. He shook his head before following after the flash of grey and brown that weaves through the woods, ultimately pinning her down and bringing her home before claiming his prize for winning the game.

The prizes varied greatly, sometimes he got a kiss on the cheek from her, sometimes he would get to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, sometimes he would just lay with her, y/n on the other hand got very different prizes, on the rare occasion that she won he found himself wearing a face mask and cucumber on his eyes as she giggled and held his hand.

Whatever she did, whether she were human or a little wolf, he kept her happy and hidden from the rest of the world but this time she didn’t feel like a disappointment, she felt adored.

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widowkate · 2 years

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the best day | hayley marshall

- based off ‘the best day’ by taylor swift

SUMMARY: on the fourth year anniversary of your moms death you remember all the good moments ( and some of the bad ) you had with her.

relationship: hayley marshall x daughter!reader & minor lizzie saltzman x reader

warning: bullying, cursing(?)

request?: no

At five years old, your mom told you about the story of vampire, witches and werewolves. It was kid proofed and she would go into more detail when you were older but you had to know this stuff because your parents were hybrids and your aunts and uncles were the original family.

You watched her explain it to you and your twin sister hope in her gentle and kind voice. You couldn’t help but feel anxious as she explained that werewolves were real. Like in little red riding-hood. But your mom wasn’t scared, she was brave. And you wanted to be like her. Because she was the best person you knew.

You and Hope had been attending the salvatore boarding school since you were seven. And you guys never really clicked with anyone. It’s not like you didn’t try — it’s just that being the tribrid freaks didn’t exactly help out.

Now in your teen years, thirteen to be exact, the girls attending the school were mean. especially the headmasters daughters, lizzie and josie.

“No wonder your daddy didn’t stick around, he couldn’t resist his murder urges long enough to be a father” Some kid in class, you think her name is alyssa, yelled out pointing to the title of the book on everyone’s desk klaus mikaelson the great evil

feeling tears weld up in your eyes you stood up, lizzie saltzman watched hesitantly before speaking out her own hurtful words “Yeah i mean, who would want hope and y/n as their kids anyways?”

It stung, it really did. You didn’t know why Lizzie and Josie suddenly started jumping at yours and your sisters throats. It started happening after some fire in hopes room. But it hurt, You used to really like the blonde. Imagining what it would be like if you and hope took up the offer to be friends with her when you first arrived.

You ran out of the classroom and into your dorm. Putting up a barrier spell and crying on your floor. After two hours of refusing to leave your room — even when headmistress caroline forbes knocked and asked you if you wanted to talk about it. You heard a familiar knock and the kind voice of your mother call out “Sweetie, Do you mind coming out?” headmistress forbes must have called her.

You wiped your tears and opened the door “Mommy” You cried and gave her a hug. She rubbed your back for ten minutes until you calmed down. Then told you to follow her.

You spent the day at mystic grill for lunch, and then shopping, then some icecream and to finish the day off — you went on a walk around mystic falls.

When your mom gave you the tightest hug ever and told you to call her if you needed anything — no matter how small, you couldn’t even remember who alyssa chang and lizzie saltzman were.

You had the best day with your mom today.

At fifteen years old, You watched with power-disabling chains on your wrist as someone you knew as your uncle elijah stabbed your father “Elijah” Your mom whispered out. But he didn’t help her. He walked over to you and grabbed you as he saw you run towards your mom. She closed her eyes for a second before looking between you and hope. Mouthing ‘I love you’ before pulling greta’s hand out of her chest — snapping off gretas daylight ring finger and using her vampire speed to speed out the door. You watched as your mom light up in flames as your dad screamed and your uncle elijah, the man she loved released you. You fell to your knees and ran over to your moms burning body screaming something along the lines of mom! don’t leave me, i still need you . Your dad grabbed you before you could touch her burning body.

That was the worst day of your life

Now, At nineteen after defeating a god with the help of people you thought you never be friends with. Holding the hand of the person you thought would never such as breathe near you willingly — You stand infront of the tree that had carved in hayley marshall

“I’ll miss you forever mom” You whisper, tracing the writing with your fingers before wiping the tear that fell. You felt a hand on your back and looked up to face your girlfriend, lizzie saltzman.

She pulled you in for a hug as you sobbed into her shoulder. You would miss your mom forever, Just as your sister hope will. But your mom loved you, you know that. So that’s why you chose to celebrate her life.

“I love you mom” You whisper quietly.

#hayley marshall x reader #hayley marshall x daughter! reader #hope mikaelson x sister reader #hope mikaelson x reader #lizzie saltzman x reader #legacies #lizzie saltzman #hope mikaelson #hayley marshall #alyssa chang #caroline forbes #legacies x reader #the originals x reader #the originals #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader

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literaturoved · 2 years

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“Who shall be the speaker? What language shall he utter? French?” “Your French forefathers don't speak so sweetly, nor so solemnly, nor so impressively as your English ancestors, Robert. Tonight you shall be entirely English. You shall read an English book.” “An old English book?” “Yes, an old English book — one that you like; and I will choose a part of it that is toned quite in harmony with something in you. It shall waken your nature, fill your mind with music; it shall pass like a skilful hand over your heart, and make its strings sound. Your heart is a lyre, Robert; but the lot of your life has not been a minstrel to sweep it, and it is often silent. Let glorious William come near and touch it. You will see how he will draw the English power and melody out of its chords.” “I must read Shakespeare?” “You must have his spirit before you; you must hear his voice with your mind's ear; you must take some of his soul into yours.”

“With a view to making me better? Is it to operate like a sermon?” “It is to stir you, to give you new sensations. It is to make you feel your life strongly — not only your virtues, but your vicious, perverse points.” “Dieu! que dit-elle?” cried Hortense, who hitherto had been counting stitches in her knitting, and had not much attended to what was said, but whose ear these two strong words caught with a tweak. “Never mind her, sister; let her talk. Now just let her say anything she pleases tonight. She likes to come down hard upon your brother sometimes. It amuses me, so let her alone.” Caroline, who, mounted on a chair, had been rummaging the bookcase, returned with a book. "Here's Shakespeare,” she said, “and there’s ‘Coriolanus. Now, read, and discover by the feelings the reading will give you at once how low and how high you are.” “Come, then, sit near me, and correct when I mispronounce.” “I am to be the teacher then, and you my pupil?” “Ainsi, soit-il!” “And Shakespeare is our science, since we are going to study?” "It appears so." “And you are not going to be French, and sceptical, and sneering? You are not going to think it a sign of wisdom to refuse to admire?” "I don't know.” "If you do, Robert, I'll take Shakespeare away; and I'll shrivel up within myself, and nut on my honnet and go home.”

Shirley. Charlotte Brontë

#Shirley #Charlotte Brontë #Quotes

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waters-and-the-wilde · 2 years

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okay expanded version of 'hypothetical next time on Second Citadel that now lives in my head rent-free’

Mira’s having a Real Tough Time trying to wrangle the un-retired knights, Sir Tristan as Exhibit A. her authority over them is slipping and pretty much the last thread of it is Sir Absolon still backing her up because as far as he’s concerned she is seeing reason and taking an appropriate course of action, and she’s been giving him significantly more clout because she knows that his influence is probably keeping her alive at this point. he’s very much one-of-them but in a conservative with a lowercase c mindset that still involves loyalty to the throne.

Sir Marc is pulled back on duty within the Citadel and may even have a bit of leadership and cred with the other knights at this point because now there’s a whole narrative around framing his attempts to get knighthood as ‘loyalty and dedication’ rather than ‘rampant ableism’. also early on not-sir-Marc spoke pretty good Knightly Bragging and he speaks Straight Guy so they kinda assume he’s like-minded

and now he really needs that assumption because the big-time knights are basically trying to induct him in their little club by playing on making him feel accepted by The Big Boys and making lots of promises because Big Changes are coming.

Sir Marc of Loves-His-Brother-and-Couldn’t-Kill-A-Half-Monster-Kid: ‘haha yeah sounds great guys’ *sweats*

there’s... potential I guess for what Caroline said about how ‘the knights fantasy works poison in the minds of the kindest men i’ve ever met’ but I think that even if he’s started slipping in the past few years, he’s got one or two things going for him: one is that he’s had his fight for recognition thrown back in his face two hundred times over and he knows better than most that these guys are full of shit, and two is that Tal is Immune To Propaganda

so like maybe he has one (1) inclination and then goes to Dampierre about it and Dampierre’s like ‘go ask your brother’ and Tal’s like ‘honestly these guys are kind of awful? and i didn’t want to get in the way of you having other friends but you realize this is why I don’t hang out with them too?’

‘you know what Tal you’re right this is weird and hey you know what else?? they told me not to tell you any of this and i’m pretty sure this is exactly why so thanks and also what the fuck do we do now’

so then Tristan shows up with Damien

and by this point Marc and Tal are just straight up spying on the other knights (Marc has one of Rilla’s recorders so he’s been trying to sneak it into meetings and stuff)

and Damien is wigged out because Rilla’s brother?? is helping these assholes?? and Marc’s like well somebody looks like he’s going to start crying any second, hey Tal don’t look now but I think this Sir Asshole must have threatened Rilla and Scales

and then Tristan catches Tal with the recording device behind a tapestry while he’s threatening Damien, and then he threatens Tal, and Damien’s like ‘oh St. Damien’ only the spirit of Sir Caroline comes to him speaking words of wisdom, ‘you’re at the top of the Tower of Two Thousand Steps you idiot’

Part Two

as it turns out, Sir Tristan was supposed to send the signal for the knights to initiate the coup they were planning. it’s now in some disarray because whoever was watching for it saw a body fall and then Chivalry plunging after it, and also Sir Marc is trying to Don’t Be Suspicious about Snitching. then he hears about the signal and promptly loses his shit because oh god Tal was up there.

he breaks away from the other knights and races to the foot of the tower to check, and there’s Tal and Damien staring awkwardly at the body of Sir Tristan. yayyyy. Tal might be tentatively trying to bond with Chivalry who is beeping disconsolately over Sir Tristan. not the time honey. Marc maybe cries and tries to hug Damien, who is closer than Tal who is crouched on the ground holding a falcon and a dead mouse from Sir Tristan’s pockets. not the time honey. they fill him in on ‘guess who totally threatened Rilla and Scales and also Tal now’. Marc fills them in on ‘guess who was about to signal in an impending coup’

they agree to warn Mira out of what’s left of their professional courtesy. Damien goes because he also wants to tell her about Tristan and the pigeon. Tal and Marc to the stables to get horses and supplies to go on the run. Damien to his deep annoyance has no other choice but to extract Mira from the castle which the remaining knights have successfully overtaken. Sir Absolon actually aids her escape because he was never properly down with high treason

and then they have to go after whatever Sir Tristan’s big mission was. Mira now sitting in the consequences of her actions as the odd one out on this family road trip with where Marc and Damien are now competing for 'who can give the former queen a bigger earful’

*falcon noises, paper rustling*

Rilla v/o:

Dear Rilla,

Damien with me and Tal long story no time -- ARUM! GET IN HERE IT’S ABOUT DAMIEN! -- Killed the guy who threatened you and Scales and made him leave -- that’s... okay, it would have been something like that. Damien says -- too long no time the point is he’s sorry. Unrelatedly (mostly) Knights had a coup, queen deposed, saints above, Mira on the run with us, MIRA ON THE RUN WITH US??? Awkward -- underlined twice. For her anyway. (laughs) I should hope so. Will write again when able be careful knights might be coming not sure who else knows SAinTs aBoVE, mARc

Love, Not Sir Marc Anymore Now Also of Exile Looks like that’s everyone in the family now huh Dampierre says hi

#well now i'm emotionally attached to this version of events #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #i didn't realize how much i missed marc and tal until now #where the romantic communication falters the platonic and familial intercedes #'what radicalization i have my brother and a horse'

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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Oh! Okay so what if Elana Gilbert and Bella Swan swap places, (like, swap their brains i guess, so their friends and family still think theyre the same) what would happen to them? Would Elana survive Edward’s affections? Would Bella react well to Stefan and Damon? (I kno you only saw some of the show, but i think you saw all the seasons Elana is human, and thats what matters.)

Hm, well the vampires from The Vampire Diaries are human in every way that counts, they're essentially sexier humans with a funky diet.

Elena is in love with Stefan for Stefan, his vampirism is just a facet of him. Edward will be as horrifying to her as a Twilight vampire normally is to humans.

Bella, meanwhile, is in love with Edward for all the wrong reasons. She's not going to fall for Stefan and Damon.

What happens to Twilightified Elena

Depends on when Elena is thrown into Twilight. And on when it is for Elena as well, is it at the beginning of TVD? Because if so, then she's mourning her parents and doesn't know about anything supernatural.

If so, then Elena has a terrible time because she must mourn for her parents in this world where no one knows they died, in fact the internet tells her they never existed in the first place, and there's this well-meaning stranger who wants to father her in their place. The angst would be unreal.

But, Elena of canon wanted to tough it out and stay her partying self, even if only on the surface, so she'd become best friends with Jessica and Lauren, and go with them to every party imaginable.

Somehow or other she loses the Yandere simulator, and is eaten by Edward.

If we take Elena from the end of season 2, then this is an Elena who knows about the supernatural. Bodyswaps are a thing in TVD, so she's stunned to find it happened to her and worried about Bella Swan, but she's got her bearing.

Or so she thinks.

Turns out, the year is 2005.

She tries to get in contact with someone, anybody, from her own world. She searches for the Salvatores, for witches, and in a final last act of desperation she puts on an ad on craigslist to get Elijah.

There's no trace of any of them. Not even when she gets desperate enough to post "Petrova döppelganger looking for original vampire" on her myspace.

Nothing, not even Klaus, just silence.

More terrifyingly yet, it appears Mystic Falls doesn't exist anymore.

It's a terrified Elena Gilbert who walks into Forks High the day after.

She knows at a sight that there's something wrong with the Cullens. When Edward spends an entire hour glaring at her for daring to exist, she is officially creeped out.

Elena returns home very scared that day.

She's in a new place, she doesn't know how to get home, and there are terrifying people at her school who seem to have it out for her.

She spends the following week confirming that everything she ever knew has simply ceased to exist.

Then Edward returns to school after a week's absence, and asks a series of questions aimed at finding out who she is and why she came to Forks.

Elena starts putting two and two together.

Of three things, she is absolutely certain.

One, reality has been rewritten. The people and places in Elena's life no longer exists, nor does Elena herself for that matter.

Two, no one in this world apart from Elena herself appears to be aware that this has happened.

Three, the one other anomaly in this world is the Cullens. They're clearly not human, and act not unlike pod people than everybody else, in fact they interact with no one. Except Elena herself. Who is being singled out by them.

Elena comes to the terrifying conclusion that the Cullens are an unknown species, a powerful magical one, capable of rewriting the laws of reality.

And she doesn't know if she's an accident, if she's Neo misbehaving in the Matrix, or if this reality marble was created to entrap her specifically.

She decides she's had enough.

She has no powers, no resources, no contacts.

What she does have is her wits.

And, possibly, the element of surprise.

Armed with nothing, Elena gets in the truck and drives to the Cullen house, having gotten the address somehow, and made sure to tell Charlie, Jessica, Lauren, Mike, and her Myspace where she's going.

There, she marches up their porch, knocks on their door, and asks to speak with them.

The Cullens, on their end, are stunned.

From their point of view, this is the anonymous singer who's been tormenting Edward. Yes, she has a name and all that, but they don't know anything about her.

More, she should have no interest in them.

Wanting to appear in control of the situation, Elena calls them in to the living room for an honest conversation, all cards on the table.

Well shit, the Cullens say to themselves, Edward's singer had to be the one girl in North America who knows about vampires.

Now, I do believe Elena is too intelligent to blurt everything she knows immediately and lose her leverage.

No, she asks them if she was supposed to know or not.

The question makes perfect sense to her - is she an anomaly in the Matrix, could it be Jessica is in fact amnesia Caroline and Forks as a whole is actually just nu-Mystic Fall, or is it just Elena?

The Cullens, meanwhile, wonder how on earth this girl can think she was supposed to know she was Edward's singer and that they're vampires.

She may not know what she thinks she knows.

Carlisle tells her the truth. No, miss Swan, you were not supposed to know.

Taking this as confirmation that she's in the Matrix, Elena asks if there are others. She, of course, is wondering if there are other people, perhaps right here in Forks, either with amnesia or else keeping their heads low, who have been taken from the real world.

Or, more chillingly, if everyone is living fake lives in this fake world.

The Cullens, meanwhile, wonder what others she's talking about.

Carlisle takes the plunge. Either she knows what the word means or she doesn't, if she doesn't then she'll have nothing to google because this isn't known to humans at all, plus the word is only a rough translation of the Italian term.

"Other singers, you mean?"

Elena blinks.

Singers, like sirens?

The Cullens are terribly beautiful.

But... sirens?

She stows this away for future use.

Elena decides this conversation has been cryptic enough, and point blank tells the Cullens that she means people who don't belong in this reality at all.

I imagine there comes a point where Carlisle has to call Aro. The girl knows nothing about vampires, she thinks they're semi-harmless human-looking creatures that burn in the sun and can be killed by humans. She's not a problem in that regard.

So Aro gets a call from Carlisle, explaining how a human girl showed up on his doorstep claiming he had created an alternate reality, and that her world apparently has a different worldbuilding altogether.

Oh, and Carlisle's telepath son can't read her mind.

He is in Forks practically before Carlisle can hang up the call.

I imagine Elena gets to spend years as a human, because if the body of Bella Swan is somehow a link to another dimension, then altering that into another species might sever the link.

No, Elena, Aro, and Carlisle spend the following years in a Volterra lab, trying and failing to engineer a pathway back to her world.

In the end, if they're unsuccessful, Elena is turned into a vampire, and Aro has a jolly good time reading her memories from another dimension once she has the control to let her shields down.

Elena, who only ever wanted to be human and thought TVD vampires were too spicy to turn into, cries.

What happens to TVDified Bella

Bella somehow manages to feel guilty about not being Elena. This must all be her fault. Somehow.

An optimist as always, Bonnie dives headfirst into reversing whatever spell was put on her best friend.

She never succeeds, and both women are crushed by guilt over something not their fault.

Damon, I imagine, kills Bella sooner or later during a drunken outburst.

#damon salvatore #bella swan #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #twilight headcanons #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries meta

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Syverson & Vixen

Summary: Captain Syverson retires from the Army and takes an extended vacation. He wasn't planning on falling in love. Then he meets Vix, an unlucky in love tattoo artist at a party. Do they have what it takes to make it?

Pairing: Syverson x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.7k

Warnings: smut, swearing, rope bondage, Daddy Kink

Authors note: I hope you enjoy my version of Syverson. Thanks for reading.

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Part 25

Victoria

"Are you ready, Kitten?" Noah asked. Wearing only loose silky red boxers, he was sitting at the small round table in our little open-plan cabin. This would be the first time he has tied me up outside our home. It added another layer of thrill to an already provocative act. A blue duffle bag sat on the table in front of him.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied cautiously. Although Noah had been tying me up for months, I still feel as nervous, excited and aroused as I did the first time. I stood about a metre away, which would give him enough room to walk around me.

"Alright," Noah said. He leisurely started to unpack his bag until three black jute rope bundles were placed on the table.

Fuck. By the way he pulled the rope out, I knew how this was going to go. Noah wanted it to be prolonged and torturously slow until he made me beg. I always tell myself I won't beg this time, but I always end up there—every single time.

I realised that must have always been his plan, which was why he told me what he wanted to do hours ago. He had been building the anticipation deliberately all day. I thought he was negotiating as we usually did when using rope, but he could have done that in the car ride back to the small cabin we were staying in. I can't believe I didn't catch on to what he had been doing. Looking back, it was obvious.

An hour or so after he said he wanted to tie me up, we were having lunch with his family when he squeezed my knee under the outdoor table. He reached behind me, held me firmly on the nape of my neck and pulled me close while moving his lips to my ear. He subduedly whispered, "Do you want arms or legs tied?" Then, he let me go and carried on eating. To anyone watching, it would have looked like a brief hug with maybe an 'I love you', whispered in the ear. It wasn't. It was a deliberate tease, an intentional yet fleeting display of ownership.

"Arms," I said, just loud enough to be heard by him. I heard him repeat it and nodded.

A little later, I helped Caroline and Brooke clear the plates. As I walked out of the house to collect some more dishes to take inside, Noah pulled me into a hug, and his arms were possessively positioned around my waist. "I want chest and arms. OK?" He asked. I nodded. He brushed his lips against mine, the touch as light as a feather and not enough. He let me go, giving my bum a quick pat as I walked away.

These little suggestive interactions kept going for the next few hours. They were enough to keep me at a low level of constant arousal. Noah didn't mention it at all on the car ride to the cabin. He didn't touch me either. Again, it was part of the anticipation building. I'm sure of it. Like he knew that would be all I could think about now that we were alone and could freely talk, but he didn't mention it once, and it only served to heighten my desire.

So now, alone, both of us ready, my hunger for him was so intense he didn't have to do anything. I was already so pliable. Noah just sat there with his powerful, thick arms crossed over his broad furry chest. His hard muscular thighs were spread wide, inviting me to stare at his sex. And God damn him, all I could do was watch as his hardening cock made a bulge in his silky shorts. He knew he was getting me to the point where I would do anything to have him touch me. God, he was good at playing these games.

So I stood there, waiting. The seconds turned to minutes. Noah did nothing. The more he did nothing, the more my body throbbed and cried out to be touched. My breath was ragged and shallow. I felt like I had been running. The more excited I became, the less nervous I was. But soon, the excitement turned to desperation. I looked Noah in the eyes, silently begging to be touched. His clear, blue ones bore holes in me. The longer we looked at each other, the more I craved him.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Noah finally stood up and crossed the space between us in one quick step. Noah cupped my face and bent his knees a little until he was at my eye level. He somehow still felt huge and imposing when he did that. He kissed me with a firm mouth, his tongue sought mine immediately, and he massaged it with his. I grabbed his shoulders, feeling momentarily weak at the knees. Noah chuckled into my mouth and pulled away.

"A little excited ain't you, Kitten?"

I nodded and quickly said yes, "Yes." I needed to speak, or he would stop. It was one of our rules when playing, so he knows I'm still there and haven't shut down.

Noah stood straight again and turned me around. He pulled my loose hair back and tied it up, giving it a little tug to make sure it wouldn't come out easily. Then his fingertips caressed my neck, tracing my jugular before sliding across my shoulder. With a soft groan, I felt him latch onto my neck, his beard tickling my sensitive skin as he kissed and sucked on me. His hands went to my dress, and he undid the zipper letting it fall. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close to him until I could feel his hard cock press into my bottom. I could do nothing except breathe. I leaned back on him and rested my lulling head against his chest. He laid a hand over my throat but did nothing, just let it rest there while he marked me again. My anxiety faded away, and his touch soothed me.

He returned to the table, and he picked up a bundle of rope, uncoiling it. Placing a finger under my chin, he made eye contact one more time. "Remember your colours Victoria," he stated rather than asked.

"Green," I replied anyway. He inhaled deeply, and I watched as his tongue briefly darted out and wet his lips.

"You're my good girl, ain't you?" He said. The corners of his mouth started to pull up in a smile. His dimples showed just above his bearded jaw.

My breathing increased again, not with nervousness or fear anymore. Now it was pure yearning. "Yes, Daddy. I'm your good girl," I said, and as I uttered each word, the ache I felt between my legs grew.

"Put your arms behind your back, forearm to forearm and wrists facing inwards," Noah said before walking behind me. Already goosebumps formed on my arms, my skin tightening pleasantly as the sensation rolled over my skin. I shivered as the feeling receded. I heard Noah chuckle; he must have seen it. He becomes very observant when he ties me, and sometimes he notices things before I register them myself.

I placed my hands as he said. The position was uncomfortable when we first started, but I had built up flexibility over time, and now it was easy and almost comfortable. I felt Noah's hands on me, and his fingertips were blisteringly hot against my skin. Fuck, if I'm that sensitive before I'm tied, what would it feel like when he is done. Then I felt the rope dragging across my arms, sometimes tickling my spine as Noah slides it around my arms. Its texture, coarse but somehow soft, was arousing in itself. Its touch invoked something akin to a Pavlovian response in me. Noah worked swiftly but certainly, and I soon felt the familiar jerking as he tied my wrists off.

Noah placed a tender kiss on my left shoulder and ran his fingers down my arm until he found the spot he wanted. Starting his box tie, he put the rope near the top of my arm and brought it across my chest nearly, hugging me as he passed the rope from one hand to the other. I was aware of his breath on my back and heard his short grunts of effort as he made sure the friction ties were secure. His fingers slipped between my skin and the rope, making sure he hasn't made them too tight. He placed his fingers into my hands occasionally, a wordless command to squeeze, to make sure he hasn't restricted my nerves.

As Noah worked the rope around me, I fell into an almost meditative state. The world was gone, and it was just me, Noah and the rope. There was nothing to think about as the rope's restrictive pressure started to feel like a comforting embrace. There was no point in fighting it. Even half-finished, most of my upper body muscles were trapped. The rope halted each attempted movement. I relaxed into the ropes hold, submitting to it, and in turn, to my love.

Before I knew it, Noah was finishing off the rig with a y-harness, bringing the rope over my shoulders and back up, twisting it between my breasts. When he does, we are almost finished. I took my last look at him, tieing me, and he looked so powerful and confident in his movements. His concentration and attention to detail added to his dominance. Noah doesn't just want to tie me up, make me helpless to his whims. No, he wanted to make me look striking, tempting and carnal. The aesthetic of the rope was as vital to him as the function. He liked how I looked tied up by his hand. I caught his eye, and for a brief moment, I saw his concentration slip. He made a low rumble sound in his throat, and his eyes move to my parted lips.

"Fuck," Noah mumbled. His lips were on me, my bottom lip sucked into his mouth and given a little bite. I moan his name, and he let me go. Noah's face focussed again, and he was careful not to hold my gaze until he was done.

Noah moved behind me and completed his work. Nervousness crept back in. This was the part where I had no idea where he would go. What would he do? Now I had no say, and I was helpless to his whims. This is where my trust was tested, but also where he had earned my trust over and over. I didn't fight the ropes at this point like I used to, now I gave in to the vulnerability.

Walking around me, Noah observed his handiwork. He was stalling, dragging it out like I knew he would. Was he still deciding what he was going to do to me? I don't think so. I think he knew all day what he wanted to do. He saw one part of the rope wasn't lying flat as he liked, and he tsked, jerking me as he flattened it out. A short moan escaped my lips and his eyes blue eyes flared with desire as he took me in.

Hooking his thumbs into my underwear, he slid them down my legs and helped me step out of them. He stayed on his knees, kissed my belly, and his short hair pricked my supple skin, making me squirm. He held me firmly by my hips as he stood and walked me backwards until I was against the wall. He teased me deliciously as I struggled to stay standing and maintain my balance when all I wanted to do was slide down the wall.

He kissed my nipples, his tongue played with my piercings, and he watched my reactions. He looked smug as I moaned and rolled my hips, desperately trying to ease the ache I felt. He kept my legs apart by forcing his knee between mine. I had nothing to rub against, and the pressure built as he licked and sucked on me.

Noah's mouth and hands ravished me excruciatingly, pleasuring me with no hope of release in sight. It was fucking torture. His hands roamed all over my skin, up to my inner thighs, over my hips and waist. His hands were sometimes gentle, other times rough and squeezing my flesh. His tongue and lips on my nipples were the same, alternating between aggressive and punishing to sweet and soothing.

He wouldn't stop. Noah kept going long past the point of teasing, and now he was bordering on cruel. He wouldn't move on, and he wouldn't touch me where I needed him to. He kept his mouth on my tied up, pushed out breasts until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," the word was out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Please what? What do you want?" Noah grinned, knowing he had me beat entirely and desperate.

"I don't know!" I cried out, frustrated, and started to struggle against the ropes. "I need you inside me."

"You will, Kitten," Noah said, trying to calm me. He nuzzled my chest as his coarse hair grazed my delicate skin. He gave me gentle kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck until I stopped fighting the bindings. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I should have known better. "Just not yet," he added, and I half sobbed in desperation. Noah returned his mouth to my chest while his hands teased the insides of my thighs.

"Please, I can't..." I whimpered as my legs started to give way. Swaying, I wanted to fall to the floor.

"Yes, you can, lil girl. You've been so good, so patient, just a little more, Kitten." Noah's mouth left my breast and trailed down my trembling belly. As he went lower and onto his knees, I felt his warm breath brush my wet slit, and my relief was immeasurable. But he didn't give me what I needed, and instead, he lifted my leg and placed his shoulder under my knee and kissed my thigh.

I moaned in pain and desire. "Fuck, please, please," I begged and begged. For a moment, I thought I'd cry or scream in frustration as Noah's lips made their slow ascent up my thigh.

Then his coarse hair scraped my swollen, sensitive sex. I groaned in relief, but I was too sensitive, and my hips betrayed me and jerked away in surprise. Noah wasn't having any of that. He had waited long enough as well. Gripping me fiercely, he used his thumbs to part my folds, and his tongue made its way between onto my desperate, quivering clit. My whole body shook, and I cried out as I felt the pressure rise towards my explosive end.

"I'm, I'm going to..." I couldn't finish. I couldn't say anything else. I looked down and saw Noah between my legs, his eyes dark and piercing as he looked back at me. He pressed his face into me with deliberate movements and hummed his agreement against my sex. The vibration of his voice was the catalyst, and I exploded with a wail, my whole body undulating as the waves of my climax blew me apart.

Panting and euphoric, I felt the warmth of my orgasm linger inside Noah's embrace. While I was still dazed, he took me to the floor and held me on his lap with my legs wrapped around his. He patted my hair and cooed in my ear.

"You did good, Darlin'," he said reassuringly. Praising me, he calmed me, shushed me, gave me time so I wasn't too sensitive to continue. When I smiled at him, he asked about my colour, and I assured him I was ok.

Grinning wolfishly, Noah stood me up before getting up himself and letting his shorts fall to the floor. Proud and erect, his sex held my attention. I licked my lips as warmth bloomed between my legs again. The sight of his thick cock straining and throbbing brought me out of my euphoria and into painful yearning. I still needed to be filled.

Noah moved behind me, and his cock rubbed against my lower back. He held my throat and used it to force my head to the side, exposing my neck. Noah started to talk to me between kisses, whispering the wicked things he wanted. "You're going to suck my dick real good, ain't you lil girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

"And your pussy is going to be tight and wet for me, isn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed hard.

"And you're gonna come again for me, ain't you, Kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned.

"Then I'm gonna pull out and paint your pussy and ass with my cum."

"Fuck, yes, please. Daddy," I swore and was momentarily ashamed at how much I wanted that.

We neared the bed, and he put a pillow on the floor and piled two pillows on top of each other on the bed.

He turned me to face him, and his eyes were fierce. Although still in control, gone was the sensual Noah, the tease you until you scream Noah. All that's left was beast Noah, the ruin you until you cry, Noah. He scared me, but the fear was electrifying, like quicksilver in my veins.

He took me to my knees on the pillow and held my hair in his fist. "Open up, Kitten," Noah said, his voice filled with dark desire. I opened for him, and he pushed himself in deep until he hit my throat. Noah went deeper, choking me, forcing himself in until I had no choice but to allow it, and I tried swallowing him down my throat. Groaning, Noah pulled out, his chest puffing, his breathing ragged. He said, "You're the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen. With my dick down your throat, on your knees and tied up just for me, you're fucking beautiful."

I was burning again, my body on fire, my arousal sliding onto my thighs. Noah continued to fuck my mouth, mostly shallow thrusts. He wanted to feel my pierced tongue lap and suck. And I did, watching him, hearing his noises as he took what he wanted. He looked beautiful and savage as his body moved with an untamed grace, all masculine and dominant.

With speed I wasn't ready for, he lifted me up and gave me a brutal kiss. My sore, bruised lips cried out, but the rest of me wanted more. Noah roughly pushed two fingers inside my core, which instantly clamped down to keep him out. He was too rough.

Laying an almost affectionate slap on my clit, Noah growled, "Let me in, Kitten." I mewled against him and nearly melted to my knees. I had no idea how good that would feel. Noah mouth twisted into a dangerous grin, "Oh, you liked that. Kitten. You still surprise me with how filthy you are."

Trying again, Noah brought his fingers to my core. I panted, tried to relax, and he pushed into me. "Good girl," he said as he was let in, but I could feel I was still trembling around his fingers. "And you're wetter than before. You're such a naughty lil Kitten."

Noah removed his fingers, quickly stuffing them into my mouth. My hips bucked as I tasted myself and greedily licked at his fingers. Picking me up, he placed me on the edge of the bed and laid me back against the pillows so I wasn't laying on my arms.

Still wearing a grin that looked more like a snarl, Noah pushed his cock against my slit and shuddered as he rubbed it up and down, covering it with my wet arousal. He paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at me in a way that sent a bolt of fear through me. He suddenly used his cock to slap my clit rapidly. My reaction was instant, and without warning, an orgasm slammed into me. "Fuck," I cried out. I tried to clench my legs together and roll my body away, but Noah held me in place, and I laid panting in shock.

Noah chuckled, "Well fuck me, that was both amusing and a fucking turn on, Kitten." And he entered me, burying his cock deep within me. Gritting his teeth, Noah waisted no time and slammed into me, his movements brutish and with a singular purpose, he wanted to get off.

Our bodies slammed together, and it didn't take long for my body to respond to his pounding. My cries became rapid and shallow. Hearing my response Noah knew I was close again, and he growled, "One more time, Kitten. Be a good girl and cum on my dick."

I came undone, crying out, feeling my thighs tremble and my sex pump and milk around Noah. He pulled out, and I watched as he jerked his cock until his body shuddered, and he threw his head back with a roar. Jets of white spilled from his cock as he unloaded onto me, again and again, until he gave one last grunt and let himself go.

Noah stood for a moment with his head hanging, breathing deeply. He raised his head slightly, smiling his goofy smile. "You good?" He asked.

"Green," I reply.

Noah lifted me off the bed, "can you stand while I untie you?" He asked before letting me go. I nodded, and he gingerly took his supporting arms away. Briefly, and with an almost boyish delight, he kissed me. It was one of those just because I love you kisses, firm but gentle, mouth closed.

Walking behind me, Noah undid the rope unfastening me quickly, sometimes kissing my neck or shoulders as he worked. He helped me move my shoulders and elbows slowly so they wouldn't be painful as they returned to their normal position.

"Alright, Vix?" Noah asked.

I hummed in the affirmative, "I'm just tired now."

"I know Darlin'. C'here." He embraced me, lifted my fringe and kissed my forehead before smoothing my hair down. "I love you, Victoria," Noah's voice was warm and genuine. I nuzzled into his chest, and before I could respond, he lifted me and took me to the shower.

Part 26

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buckysboobs · 3 years

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Damaged Finds Damaged

chapter 1

warnings: none

There was tension building up in the room, with alarmed eyes and nervous smiles being exchanged. Damon was stood towards the back, arms crossed, the flames lighting up in the fireplace casting yellowish hues over the side of his face.

"No." he stated, hinting at it being the end of the conversation.

"What do you mean 'no'? Bonnie's still stuck there with some guy who tried to kill you guys and apparently sucks the magic out of people, we can't just leave her there!" Jeremy stood up to make a move towards the older Salvatore.

Stefan held him back, "That won't be necessary. We'll find a way."

"This doesn't feel right guys," Elena cried, shaking her head. "We need to get her out of there, who knows what kind of a person Kai is, what if he kills her before we can—"

"Quick to judge people, are we?" Sarah, (who had always been on the receiving side of the gang's poor judgement) decided to butt in, raising an eyebrow at her. She glanced at Damon. "From the sounds of it, he had many opportunities to kill you and Bonnie when you two were stuck in that prison but he didn't, so I think she'll be fine. She's smart. And if he's been all alone, he wouldn't want to lose the only company he has."

"Stubborn ol' Sarah coming to the rescue with her condescending remarks." Damon commented, gulping down a glass of Bourbon. "We don't need advice from a hybrid."

"Oh really?" Sarah snapped, getting up from the couch and turning to the door. "Well in that case i'll just take myself and my advice somewhere else-"

Stefan blinked tiredly and looked at Elena for help. They'd be luckier if they had Sarah as an ally rather than an enemy.

"Sarah please!" Elena called out.

The hybrid stopped, chuckled and went back to her seat on the couch, but not before throwing Damon a dirty look, receiving an eye roll in return.

"So what is this Gemini Coven thing? It can help us, right?" Jeremy asked hopefully, awaiting answers. Before Damon could open his mouth, Stefan spoke up, exasperated.

"It's nothing, guys. It does not exist. I searched all over Portland for it but all I came across was empty land."

"Let's try again, then." said Sarah.

"It's not that simple." Stefan replied.

"Guys—" Elena tried to interfere. Jeremy looked back at forth along with the conversation when Damon decided to speak up.

"Yes it is." He said. "Now that Elena mentioned it, I don't want to leave Bon-Bon with that maniac." Damon was the kind of person who would do anything against what Sarah had to say because he's petty, and he doesn't like her that much. If Sarah thought Bonnie will be fine, he believed she'll be the opposite. He pointed at Sarah, "You, me, Stefan and Alaric. We're going to Portland."

"Where we'll find nothing." Stefan sighed.

"Don't be so negative, Stefan." Elena said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

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They found nothing.

They walked into the empty, green land, Damon's hopeful eyes turning slightly hopeless again as Sarah walked past him and gazed across the ground.

"Like I said 3000 miles ago, it's not here." Stefan said, walking right up to her. "Can we go home now, please."

Damon dropped the bag he was carrying and Alaric spoke up, "You know what, check the GPS again. Just because we don't see anything doesn't mean it does not exist."

Damon's coping mechanism was sarcasm, which is why he tried to tease Stefan to ease the tension.

"Not unlike Caroline's feelings for Stefan." he said.

Sarah, who had been quiet for the majority of the time they spent together, snorted at his comment.

Stefan sighed, done with those remarks. "Hilarious, keep 'em coming."

Damon pulled out Miss Cuddles and did a passable imitation of a high pitched voice, wringing the teddy's stuffed arms. "Oh no, is Stefan feeling sensitive for ruining his friendship with Caroline?"

Stefan glared at him as he continued, "She really liked him and he broke her heart."

Sarah was thinking when she heard Alaric add "See, Stefan? Even the bear knew."

She held back a chuckle when Damon went on in his squeaky voice, "I saw that coming from a mile away and my brain is made of cotton—"

A thought crossed her mind "Guys I think something's—"

"Gimme that." Stefan snapped at the same time, grabbing the Miss Cuddles from him and kicking it hard. It flew across the sky and before they knew it, there was a house right before them.

"—cloaked." Sarah finished, shrugging as she looked back at them. "Well atleast we're not going back empty handed."

Damon happily skipped past her and stood on the porch as he picked up the teddy bear. "Miss Cuddles, one. Invisible creepy mansion, zero."

Alaric, Stefan and Sarah exchanged shocked glances and made their way towards the door.

"Did Miss Cuddles just help us reveal something that I missed?" Stefan asked, looking down at the teddy bear in Damon's possession.

Sarah clicks her tongue, "I should have known." When they responded with a puzzled expression, she gestured towards the teddy again, "She sent this back with her magic in it."

"Wait, Jo did tell me something about how she stored away her magic in some object." Alaric mused, snatching Miss Cuddles from Damon.

"But why would she send it back?" Stefan wondered.

Damon looked at them with a grim expression, "To prevent Kai from getting out."

"Damn. He must be really brutal, huh." Sarah commented, trying to get past the door when she was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"We gotta be invited in." Damon said, banging his hand against the barrier. "Which means the owner of this house is still alive."

Sarah looked at Alaric, "Looks like it's your time to shine."

With a sigh, Alaric walked in.

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"Jo lived here." He stated, passing them a couple of photographs and newspaper articles. "We have baby pictures, pictures of Jo as a kid, as a teenager.." Alaric shuffled through them one by one with trembling hands.

"Hold on a second." Damon jumped in all of a sudden, "Rewind." He grabbed a photograph from the pile and held it in front of them, "This is Kai from planet 1994."

It was a picture of the said boy and Jo together wearing red christmas sweaters, their faces beaming at the camera.

"He's cute." Sarah commented, earning an eye roll from Damon.

"Does this mean Jo is Kai's sister?" Stefan asked, and Alaric examined the rest of the photographs, looking for more evidence.

"Either that or they both have a thing for Cosby sweaters." Damon replied.

They heard a voice call out "Didn't realize I had guests."

They all turned back to see a skinny man with grey hair and stubble walking towards them. "You've met Kai?"

Damon's mouth twisted, "Met him? Watched him die. Watched him come back to life. Why, you know him?"

The man looked at them one by one, his gaze on Sarah lingering longer. He chuckled, "He's my son."

He extended his hand out, "I'm Joshua Parker."

Damon shook his hand without a moment of hesitation. "Damon Salvatore."

Joshua nodded, "Invisique."

"What the hell just happened?" Damon heard Stefan cry, and he turned around to see his companions shuffling around.

"What's up with you guys?"

"They can't see you anymore, Damon." Joshua said and Damon gave him a questioning look, "Which means they also can't see this."

Next thing Damon knew, he had earned himself an aneurysm and was crying out in pain before things went black.

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Around half an hour passed by and they still couldn't see another sign of the house. Stefan was on the call with Elena and Alaric was questioning Jo about Kai. Sarah was listening to both their conversations with vamp hearing.

From what she had gathered, Elena was trying to tell some random guy that she was a vampire, and Alaric was asking Jo about the ascendant which she actually had with her all along. Her dad was a coven leader who couldn't let Kai out no matter what, and was willing to 'retaliate' if things went south. Her evil twin is a murderer who killed almost his whole family, and was stuck in the prison world 1994 as punishment. They really had travelled 3000 miles for nothing, and Damon's life was probably in danger. Which she didn't worry about much, if she was honest.

She jumped slightly when she heard Jo let out a yelp, followed by a few thumps and bangs. Alaric asked what was going on, worry striking his voice. Stefan and Sarah both walked up to him.

"Jo? Jo what's going on?!"

Next thing they heard was Elena's voice on the other side of the phone, "It's her dad, he—he's trying to kill her!"

"What do we do?!" Alaric said, "How do we stop him?"

"We can't see the house and i'm not invited in," Stefan added, "Jo invite us in—"

"Come in! Come in!" She cried in pain, followed by more coughs. She sounded like she was choking.

"We still can't see the house!" Sarah said. Elena carried the message and she heard Jo's throaty voice respond, "Ask them if they see an old tree stump in the yard!"

It was right there and they ran towards it, shuffling through the pile of dried leaves before Alaric pulled out a knife.

"What's this?" Sarah wondered.

"This is probably Jo's version of Miss Cuddles." Alaric replied.

Stefan grabbed it and shot it right across the empty land, where it stabbed into the wooden porch pillar.

Next thing they know, Stefan was saving Damon from the grasp of Mr. Joshua Parker who thought it was incredibly normal to vanish into thin air.

"I did not sign up for this."

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"So Papa Kai just tried scrambling my brain like an egg and you three are looking like someone shoved a stick up your ass?" Damon said, walking towards the car. "I did not get undressed at the airport for this."

"Jo had the ascendant all along." Stefan told him.

"It was 5 minutes away from home. And we travelled 3000 miles. How fun." Sarah wailed, walking up behind them. "This was so useless."

"Stop complaining." Damon said, rolling his eyes at her again.

Jesus Christ, she thought. "You were literally complaining 30 seconds ago."

"Stop fighting, you two." Alaric jumped in, "Now there is obviously no way we're getting the ascendant or letting her brother out—"

"We could just kill him if he escapes!" Damon argued.

"No, Damon." Alaric snapped, "I'm not letting another maniac kill my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? You've been on like, 3 dates—"

"Shut up, Damon." Sarah and Stefan said in unison.

Damon however, didn't listen and decided to compel Alaric into stealing the ascendant.

"It's gonna come bite you in the ass." Sarah had told him, and he had flipped her off. Stefan had let him go with a disappointed shake of his head and that thing he did where his lips squeezed into a thin line to portray his disapproval.

Little did they know Kai was already out.

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some of you really liked the prologue so here's the first chapter! please let me know if you like it heheheh.

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coming back was a mistake?

the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls

previous part

kai parker x fem!reader

word count: 4180

music: cherry by lana del rey, stella maris by moby

She came to the football field every evening at approximately the same time. Kai started weighing which sight he liked more: the pretty smart dog catching its frisbee in the air, or the grumpy girl in her skin-shade top, running around like the devil was trying to bite her in the ass.

Well, the dog hopped so high, and it was so lively! Plus, dogs are all adorable.

But the crop top though.

After several evenings Kai started noticing the pattern. She always stood in one place, as she was catching her breath, and looked at the clouds. She might not even notice she stops at the same very spot every time she finishes running. After the second evening, and after she left, Kai came down to the court and put a scratch five inches long on the ground with a jackknife. She always stood exactly there. He looked up into the now darkened sky, seeing the first stars, and pondered, as if her thoughts could be captured by him now, floating there, above where she’d been. What was she crying about so gravely? Her hands were shaking as she pressed them into her mouth, like children do. After she was done, she walked away to her house, relieved, and didn’t look back.

That was puzzling. Might as well busy himself with the mystery of the sad moody girl who cries on the football field every evening, while he’s waiting for the merge.

You stood, silently praising yourself for throwing your jacket into the car at the last moment (come on, monkey! we ain’t got any more time! Damon was yelling. He couldn’t hide how much he liked it when you came to visit every year, and you felt bad for despising the visits). The wind was unusually ferocious for the warm month, but then again, this place was deep in the waterfall region, up in the hills, an open spot. Plus, there must have been some hardcore magic ingrained right in the soil. As you stood, and watched, while the Salvatore brothers were humping and cracking their backs, digging up the earth, you pretended to feel the magic oozing out. The burial places always felt special. Having lived in Mystic Falls, you worked up this rare type of intuition.

You didn’t want to come. As you returned, and was busted by the Mystic Falls gang on the very first evening, you reminded them of your foremost rule: you do not engage in their bullshit anymore. Let them fight all the original vampires of the planet... or the werewolves... whatever... you only came back once a year, for seven days, and weren’t keeping up with the Draculashians. A tiny part of you was curious. But it hit back hard, every time. Involving yourself in the MF action was dangerous, and made you feel like an old woman who keeps complaining about them kids being loud in the street.

You were on your way to Caroline’s when somebody called Damon, and he put on his working face. Turned out, they need to undig some bodies exactly today, because the Little Shit (Damon didn’t specify whom they referred to) made his conditions. Well, work’s work. You hadn’t been to this spot before. From up here, you could even see the distand hills of New Orleans. You missed that place.

“How many bodies do you need?” you asked them. Stefan stood up to look at you curiously. As if saying, there are the bodies - we need to get them. Get them all!

“It’s not how many”, Damon helped, “it’s which ones”.

“And what are you gonna do with them?”

“I will eat them”, somebody whispered. You shivered a little under your clothes, but didn’t budge. You looked at your side. Malachai from the bar.

“Joking”, he snickered, “I don’t eat corpses. But I do have jello worms, you want some?”

You examined him thoroughly.

“You have blue ones?”

He looked down the pack.

“I think so...”

As you tried to fish out the blue ones, he looked at you.

“Do you eat bodies?” he asked.

“No, not really”, he sighed. “Thanks”.

“Mm-hm”, he was chewing, looking at the vampire brothers as they worked. Damon shot you two a glance which didn’t say anything specific.

“You’re the Little Shit?” you guessed.

“They call me that? Rude”, he moved his shoulder as if he was a bit cold. “I guess I do somewhat irritate them”.

“Somewhat?!” Damon growled. You cringed.

“And what are you, a digging up works inspector?” Kai went on. You grinned.

“Oh, you’re Y/N! You’re the girl they’ve been talking about, non-stop”, he realized.

At the grave, the brothers exchanged glances, since of course, they haven’t been talking about you in Parker’s presence.

You nodded.

“You long here?”

“A week”, you said, and rubbed your arms, “why is it so damn cold”.

“It’s the spirits disagreeing with the whole vandalizing ungraving, you know. I can’t calm them down just yet”, the guy said knowingly. You wondered internally what he was after all. He squatted a bit, putting his palm to the ground.

“Hold it”, the pack of candy was shoved into your hand and you filled your mouth with sour-sweet worms. Your jaws were about to get glued together.

“Woah, yeah, they fight back”, he took the hand away. “Listen, you”, he pointed his finger at the soil. You looked up at Damon and Stefan, asking them silently what was up with this dude. “I’m about to suck out your whole miserable existence, so you better comply, bitches”.

“Bonnie’s really good at communicating with spirits”, you said musingly.

“She’s also very good at lying, cheating and tricking people into trusting her and then stabbing them in the back”, Malachai said happily, standing up. He reached for some worms politely, forgetting it was his pack to begin with.

“You’ve met her?”

“Met her? Ha, I’ve been locked up with her. What a controversial creature”.

“Where is she? I haven’t seen her since I came”.

“Yeah, she’s... uh...” Kai cocked his head, thinking, “I might have left her in a... magical prison, you know”.

“What an asshole”, you said. You remembered the judgemental, brilliant, restless Bonnie Bennett. “Get her back”.

“It’s not that easy, miss”, Malachai sniffed. “Why do you care, anyway?”

“We studied together”.

“Okay then. See the diggers? We’re doing this all to get back there and get Bon Bon out”.

Damon puffed as if he could get tired. He was just probably listening and was severely annoyed. You knew at once when you saw Kai here how Damon could be deeply irritated by him. Their personalities did not correlate.

“And you? What are you doing?” he asked. Like he meant something else. You watched his curious face, the sweetness filling your mouth so much the gums started hurting. You needed water.

“I’m just here, man. Chilling”.

He nodded to his own thoughts.

“Hm”.

You turned back to the Salvatores simultaneously.

“You wanna go on a date?” Kai asked.

You haven’t been on a date in years. You were not the type to go dating.

“Stop this freaking wind, will you”, you shuddered yet again, instead of the answer. Kai got to the ground immediately.

You drove up to the corner and walked a little to the Grill doors. Malachai was standing there, waiting, like he was the Italian lover boy at the times when families of two children were willing to start war over dignity, and he was serenading to somebody. He didn’t say anything, just smiled at you; his gaze said things instead of him. Putting his arm above your head, he opened the door, and you entered the bar.

“The other way”, he took you by the forearm and then his fingers slid down to your wrist. Somehow, you got goose bumps on your skin at his touch; it was irrational. As the music filled the space, crappy, hipster Mystic Falls music, he led you to one of the tables closer to tha bar counter. You were trying to decipher the glint in his eyes, almost haunting, when you realized you‘re staring at each other.

“What?” you grinned even, uneasy, as your head cocked, and you caught yourself blushing on the inside. Get your act together. He’s not even that handsome. Well, maybe, okay, he is very handsome, but he’s one of those, so, don’t get your hopes up. You recalled how you two mocked the working Salvatores together, eating the chewing candy and cursing the dead. Nothing like doing nothing, bullying busy grumpy people. The conversation started itself.

“The music here is awful”.

“You’re very pretty”, he said shyly. “Maybe even too pretty”. He gestured towards you. There wasn’t any ogling with him, he was sincerely charming. He must be dangerous.

“The whole face and the... hair thing. Do you ever have problems because you’re pretty?”

The waiter, Maureen, approached you, and you had to stop for a while. She looked at Kai obediently, without paying you any attention. You found it eerie.

“No”, you began, and then thought. Well, every ‘pretty’ girl has problems sometimes. When it comes to brushing against the majority, the bar for ‘pretty’ is very low. If you walk down the street, and somebody throws a glance at you, they manage to see you as ‘pretty’.

“Well. You know, you sound like an asshole if you say you have problems because you’re good looking”.

Kai cocked his head like a bird, question in his eyes.

“Speaking of assholes, explain again how Bonnie ended up somewhere alone?”

He sighed.

“It’s a long story”.

You shrugged.

“We’ve got the whole evening”.

“You know, I’ll tell you, she killed me, you’ll ask how, I’ll have to go back a bit and explain how the magical prison works, you’ll ask what she and Damon were doing there, I’ll have to go back and explain, you’ll ask how I ended up there, and I’ll have to give you my whole life story”.

You took the straw in between your lips.

Kai’s nostrils flared a little.

“Alright. Maybe it was my fault a little bit”.

You were just drinking, not saying anything, and Kai started crumbling down. Must be the whole face and the hair thing.

“Alright! Alright. You ever heard of the Gemini coven? Of course you didn’t”.

You shook your head. You weren’t sure if you wanted to actually listen to the whole life story of this guy. That’s exactly how Mystic Falls tricks you into being one of them. It’s just full of dramatic, twisted life stories.

“It’s a witch coven, the coolest one, well, it used to be. Now almost all of them are dead, and soon, I will be the only one left”.

“Because you’ll kill them all?” you asked innocently.

“Yeah”.

“Yeah, of course. Why am I asking. Stupid”.

“I was born without magic. We have this thing, in the coven, the twins have to duel when they turn twenty one. The one with stronger magic wins and lives and absorbs the other’s life force and powers. But I was born without magic, so”, he tilted his head left and right, as if saying, well, you guess how it goes.

“Big disappointment. My mom used to lock me up in the basement for days not to embarrass guests”.

“What?!”

“Yeah. And this thing... I can absorb magic, because I’m a siphoner. It’s like... if I feel magic somewhere, I can take it. Then use it. Then I need more”.

“So, that’s why you were crawling on the ground there”.

“Yeah”, Kai nodded, “and the oldest bodies of those witches have the most magic, so, I now have enough strength to go back and bring your precious Bonnie home”.

“So, your folks gave you hard time then?”

He got distracted by your nails clicking on the glass. He was like a cat, his eyes clutched the sound, the flickering lights of the evening Grill dancing in the dark of his eyeballs.

“Do you sharpen them on purpose?”

“Of course”, you muttered, “that makes people want to touch me less”.

An uneven breath left his lips. You realized you found him endearing. What a cute, chaotic creature, dressed like a Soft Boy, but with a dark scheme on the back of his mind, eyes darting from here to there, and the tongue completely detached from brain. No wonder Mystic Falls couldn’t handle him.

“Scratch my hand”, he asked, putting his palm on the table. Amusement curled your lips.

You put your palm on his and tickled.

“Were you a twin?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I was. My sister is still alive, but you know, if the merge ended up happening, she’d be dead. Because even without my own magic, I’m stronger than her. She’s all... spells from the books, rules of conjuring, flower growing magic. I’m a natural. Which is ironic”, a sad chuckle clouded his voice for a second. “My dad used to tell me he wished I was never born at all, even if it meant they missed an opportunity to have a set of twins for the merge”.

You eyed him carefully. He talked sad, but looked entertained. He was turning and pulling his hand under your tickling, like a child.

“You’re a big boy now”, you heard yourself, “you know how them fanatics are, right?”

“Hmm?”

“Just because it’s their fucked up world doesn’t mean you were a mistake”.

Kai nodded.

“I killed half of them anyway. My sisters and brothers, and my mom”.

You stopped tickling for a second.

“Uh, you killed your siblings and your mom?”

He was taking a sip and nodded.

“Mm-hm, yeah. I hanged my little brother from the banisters on the staircase. Have you ever killed somebody?”

An uneven chain of thoughts raced through your mind. Any other place, you would’ve freaked out. Here, it’s kind of fine. Everybody’s like that. Kai was a bit extreme, of course. Him confessing killing his child siblings on your date was a bit of a thrill pill. It’s not like he smothered Caroline with a pillow. Or pushed Elena’s car from the bridge. Of pinned Damon to the wall of his own living room. Or turned a sixteen year old schoolgirl into a raging vampire right in time for Halloween.

“You look like you killed somebody”, he whispered conspirationally. You turned his hand and scratched a bit harder. He didn’t notice.

“Is it your witch observation, or a pickup line?”

Kai grinned.

“I’ve told you everything. You tell me why you’re coming back every year”.

“Who told you I do?”

“Damon”.

You rolled your eyes.

“Just to visit”.

He narrowed his eyes.

“That is a lie. You’re lying to me. You hate this place. You don’t come here for a full week out of your own will to visit people you don’t even like”.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, I just...”

“Can’t stand them”.

“Their shenanigans. How long have you been here?”

“Since spring”.

“Have you noticed”, you even leaned over the table a little bit, and his fingers wrapped around your palm with determination. His hand was warm and dexterous. “That they’re in deep shit every week? These people don’t chill. It’s one cosmic threat after another, and most of the time, it’s Damon’s fault”.

“Yes”, Kai said gravely. “Yes. And it’s always about romance. Everybody is in love with everybody”.

You started laughing with relief you didn’t know the source of.

You were tickling his palm gently as you spoke, and didn’t even notice. Suddenly, Kai nearly jumped.

“Wait, you said, awful music?”

“Of course”.

“Give me your phone”.

You didn’t reply, looking at him.

“Come on. You wanna dance or not? I’ll go talk to the DJ”.

“Talk to the DJ?”

“Yeah. I’ll bring it back to you”.

Kai didn’t. A minute after he left with your phone, the mood changed. Even the lights went darker. You finished your drink and then recognized your own playlist coming in on the speakers. When he returned, pulling you into the crowd of people gathering to dance, you looked around at the couples. Malachai, the guy who grew up being locked in the basement by his mother and hearing that he was a mistake of nature, turned out to be an okay dancer, in fact. Perhaps he was just fucking around when he sang in the karaoke. He pulled you up to him and couldn’t stop himself from touching your arms as if tapping you for magic you might have been hiding. His hands explored the lean lines of your waist as you moved, and it didn’t feel forced. Going on a date with someone you barely know, you usually expect all kinds of awkward collisions, but this here was light-hearted, sincere, like neither of you cared enough, connected with your shared displeasure with this town. Neither of you really wanted to be here; Kai said he was waiting for something connected with the merge in September, because, after all the years he spent in the prison, he thought he had another shot at merging with his sister. Apparently, they’re all stoked to duel and kill their twin or die, well, let them. The less mental cases.

Not wanting to be here made you pull close to each other as if you were a proud unit, judging people around silently. People, weirdly, didn’t seem to mind to dance to Lana Del Rey the whole evening, then switching suddenly to relatively unknown soft hip-hop. They just moved, drunk on the evening, consumed by the calm twilight of the place, and you danced, too, with Kai’s hands sliding up and down your shoulders, soothing you like a snake charmer.

Suddenly, he leaned into a kiss and you didn’t pull away. You collided like waves, gentle at first, then, hungry, and wild attraction made your head switch off. His one hand laid on the back of your neck and the other, secured the low of your back, like he was a completely normal guy on a completely normal date, having completely normal heat coming up to his throat. Maybe he was, at the moment. You found it hard to break the kiss, feeling how strangely comfortable it was, like you knew each other forever. Shared spite does miracles to people’s minds.

You drank a little bit too much, perhaps, so your head started spinning, and you were forced to open you eyes. You looked around, still in his arms, and everybody - and that means everybody - in the bar was watching you, not dancing anymore. The music was still on, but people froze completely, mesmerized, and stared at you without any expression.

“What are they looking at?” you whispered.

“They’ll remember witnessing something beautiful, but won’t know exactly what”, Kai said nonchalantly. You shot him a glance.

“What?”

“I compelled them all”, he brushed them away with his hand, “it’s a private party”.

“That’s abuse...” you thought out loud.

“You think I’m evil?” Kai asked. Somehow it didn’t sound connected to your notion.

“Nah”.

Perhaps you should’ve given it more thought. You didn’t even see how impressed he was by the easiness with which you shook your head.

“Just bitter”.

He looked around, and people moved again, like nothing happened.

You couldn’t stop kissing each other even after you left and walked down the street away from the bar.

“You wanna go see a special place?” he mumbled into your face, his breath warm and sweet. “Your heels will disagree with it though, we’ll have to take ‘em off”.

There was almost lust in his voice.

‘Special place’ turned out to be the watching tower behind the school. Mystic Falls was such a small, pathetic place that it only had one sport court, one square and one park. The watching tower was called that because, when you were all fifteen, the bravest kids used to climb up the platform to watch the Founders Day fireworks. It was a steel construction resembling the tower for the musical engineer at a gig. Nobody ever figured out what it was initially for. Maybe Damon and Stefan should’ve dropped their whole vampire wars and first ivestigated that.

Kai was right though: the narrow ladder was made of iron and you had to take off your shoes. The platform itself stood about twelve feet up and was big enough for five people. You laid shoulder to shoulder, and only then you finally realized. It was the night for Perseids.

Brilliant white comets were shooting through the skies. Kai put his hand under the back of his head. You thought of how once you were watching shooting stars with your father back when you were a child; one of the stars fell somewhere behind hills and he said that it exploded. He convinced you he’s seen the afterglow of the explosion, and with time, you have convinced yourself you’ve seen it, too. Bright, short, white flash of misty light, like a flickering halo above the mountain. This memory was completely fake. Just like his belief that the red stars are the youngest. Father knew jack shit about space.

“You ever compare yourself with the size of universe?” you asked. You were afraid to sound too romantic, or stupid, but you were drunk enough.

“Yeah. I like stars”.

“Do you feel small or big?”

“Small”, Kai replied obediently.

“Does it make you feel lonely, or is it a liberating feeling?”

“Lonely”.

“Does it make you wanna die or live forever?”

“I’m planning to live forever”, he said with convitction. You turned your head and discovered he’s been looking at you.

“Aren’t you mortified of the future?”

“I’m just very tired of dying”.

Your brows gathered together. You reached for his cheek and touched it with your fingers to make sure he was flesh and blood.

“You can’t die in prison world”, he explained.

“Oh. Are you alive right now?”

Now, Malachai was a little surprised.

“I think so”, he chuckled. “Hey, you. I’ve been spilling the tea all night and then you distracted me with kissing, and now I’m realizing you said nothing yourself”.

You wondered what Kai has done to deserve the title of Little Shit. You imagined he somehow incorporated you into his plan since he was so nice to you. He looked like he was geniunely interested.

“Nothing to tell. I don’t want to”.

“That’s not fair”.

You shut him up with a kiss.

As he let go of her hand, seeing the yellow light from the window, he has already decided everything. The door let the wave of bright flood him, and, before it closed behind her back, he turned invisible and hopped inside.

The house stood empty, with the light on in the kitchen. He didn’t know if she seemed like somebody who’s afraid of darkness, but it was strange. Kai let her go upstairs alone and cruised a little around the kitchen and the living room; her house, like her, felt mysterious and so familiar. When Kai finally made it upstairs to her room, she was taking a shower. Malachai touched every little thing that laid around: he put his palm to the wall, fidgeted with the jewelry she left on the bedside table; sat on her bed, opened and closed the curtains and left the outline of his hand on the window. He touched the handles of the wardrobe and brushed lightly over the dress she’s just been wearing, that she threw onto a chair.

When the girl came back, he expected her to cry again. Because of their date, she skipped her running session and didn’t go to the football field. As she stood at the mirror, Kai came up so close to her, he even wondered how she didn’t feel the tip of his nose barely touching her wet hair. She threw the towel on the floor, and Kai looked in the mirror. He couldn’t see himself, but he knew he was there. He wondered what they would’ve looked like together.

Then she froze and turned her head as if hearing something. Kai managed to step away as she rushed to the chair for clothes. She put on sweatpants and a shirt, and went downstairs. Kai was sure he didn’t hear anything.

Curious to no end, he followed, down to the living room, and then the kitched, the light turned on virtually everywhere in the house like she was terrified of shadows.

“No, I just came back”, she said, to nobody. Kai walked in front of her and stood in the middle of the kitchen. She looked over his shoulder. Then sat at the table.

“Fine, when did you come back?”

Pause.

“I thought you said you didn’t leave the house nowadays”.

She was talking to the empty room, a bit sad, not like when she was with him.

Wow, she is nuts, Malachai thought. Then he thought hard and repeated, to himself,

she is absolutely insane!

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~Small Overalls ~

For @carolineforbae, per our earlier conversation.

The giant white house with the wrap around pouch rested against the setting sun. The fields of wheat bristled in the summer breeze. The sun that was slowly sinking down over the long field caused the wheat to appear more golden than they were during the day. The big oak tree that sat near the chicken coop had a tire swing that a small boy of the age of six swinging from it.

The boy’s laugh could be heard over the yard and into the open window where Caroline smiled gently at the sound. Her hands were covered in suds as she washed the cutting board and a few dishes as she watched her son swing back and forth on the swing; the chickens clucking in annoyance at the sight. The buzzer on the oven went off and Caroline grabbed a light blue dish towel. She dried her hands and grabbed her phone, sending a text before walking towards the side door and stepped out onto the porch.

“Leo! Supper time!” Caroline turned to head back into the kitchen and pulled the baked chicken from the oven. She checked out of the window again, seeing her son running across the freshly cut grass, some of their hens scattering across the lawn as she ran towards the house. Leo tripped slightly and Caroline made a mental note of setting his overalls to soak overnight to remove the grass stains. Leo came all but bursting through the door just as Caroline was setting the roasted broccoli and some honey biscuits on the blue checkered tablecloth. Leo crawled up to the table and reached for the biscuits, but Caroline stopped him.

“Hey mister. Wash your hands.” Caroline placed one hand on hip while the other pointed towards the sink. The little boy climbed off his chair and went to wash his hands. He pulled the stool Caroline had found at a flea market a few years back when Leo started walking and turned the faucet on in order to put his hands under the running water. “And use soap.”

“Yes Mama.” Leo told her with an impossible sigh and Caroline knew he was rolling his eyes at her. A habit she insisted that he picked up from her husband. As though Leo could read her mind, he asked where his father was. “Where is Papa? He is always here for dinner.”

“Papa is right here.” The sound of her husband’s drawl reached her ears and she could not help but smile. Klaus walked through the archway that lead into the living room. Klaus must have come in from the back door from working in the barn. He was barefoot and Caroline smiled in a pleased manner at the sight; he had kicked off his shoes by the back door after Caroline’s many scolding of him dragging dirt through the house.

“Papa!” Leo all but jumped off the stool, causing Caroline’s heart to leap into her throat at the sight. Leo launched himself in Klaus’s arms as though he had not seen him mere hours ago. Klaus reached down and scooped his son into his arms, tickling his sides, causing the little boy to shriek. Caroline was once again taken aback by the resemblance. The small farming community they lived in all told her that Leo looked like her, until the small boy stood next to Klaus. Leo was a mini incarnation of her husband.

Caroline married Klaus in an October wedding when she was only nineteen, already three months pregnant with their son. Young marriage was a common trend in the community and most did not even blink an eye when Klaus placed his grandmother’s ring on her finger the summer after she graduated high school. Klaus was working on his father’s farm, having showed up on his doorstep at the age of sixteen when he could not stand living with his stepfather any longer. A fifteen-year-old Caroline fell hard for the boy and the two had been inseparable since. When his father died two years previously, Klaus took over the farm easily, albite sadly.

“Did you wash your hands Papa? You should so Mama doesn’t scold you.” Leo whispered loudly, and Klaus’s eyes flickered to hers. Caroline fought down a smile at the sight of Leo wanting to keep Klaus from getting on her bad side. While Caroline could not claim that they never fought, for all couples did, they did their best to keep it away from Leo’s ears. It could be a struggle at times because Leo was far too curious for his own good and the couple quickly learned to lock their door at night in order to keep him from seeing some other things he should not.

“I don’t know, bubby, getting scolded by Mama can be rather enjoyable sometimes.” Klaus tossed her a mischievous smirk that caused his dimples to perdured on his cheeks. Caroline’s eyes widened and she whipped the towel that was in her hand against his backside. Klaus laughed at the action. “See. Enjoyable.”

“Leo, come sit down and I’ll make a plate for you.” Caroline told her son, fighting to keep a smile from her lips. Leo scrambled to the table and climbed up onto it. Caroline pointed her index finger at her husband and mockingly narrowed her eyes. “And you behave.”

“Never.” Klaus leaned down and kissed Caroline on the lips. Caroline could feel the smile on his lips as he let the kiss linger, both ignoring the exasperated sigh coming from Leo; he was far to use to seeing his parents exchange loving affection. Klaus’s hands touched Caroline’s stomach lightly over her forest green sundress. A knowing look passed between them and the dimples on Klaus’s cheeks became more pronounced as the happiness radiated from his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Now wash your hands.”

“See! I told you Papa.” Leo exclaimed and Caroline snorted, pulling from Klaus’s arms. Klaus shook his head, and went to the sink, making a rather dramatic show of washing his hands. Caroline shook her head while cutting Leo’s meat and piling a few pieces of broccoli onto his plate despite his little disgruntled face. He knew the rules, he must eat all his broccoli if he wanted any of the strawberry shortcake she had made earlier in the day. Klaus came to the table, ruffled Leo’s curly hair and sat at the table.

“Get yours first, Love and eat. Don’t worry about me.” Klaus told her when she went to get his plate. Caroline smiled at the hints of his overbearingness beginning to show and Caroline knew it would only get worse from here on. She rolled her eyes, knowing full well that he caught the little reaction as she made her own plate. She nodded to their son, who was playing with his broccoli instead of actually eating it and nodded. “Leo? I’m going to need a little help from you next weekend.”

“Does it have to do with the chickens? I don’t like them. They are mean when I try and collect the eggs.”

“No. Not with the chickens or their eggs.” Klaus replied with a laugh in his voice. The memory of Leo’s first time trying to collect the eggs, and his screams of terror, still stood out in their mind. “Uncle Kol is coming by and we are painting the spare bedroom. Can you be a big man help us?”

“We’re going to paint the walls?! Like with the pretty pictures on my walls?”

“Not right away but just the base once you mother finally decided on a color that she wants.” Klaus nodded, taking a bit of his own chicken while Caroline shook her head, a fond smile playing on her lips. “It needs to be ready for when the new family member moves in.”

“Who is moving in?” Leo’s eyes creased in confusion and then lit up in hope. “Is Uncle Kol moving in! That would be awesome!” Caroline could see all the hope playing in Leo’s eyes and it almost broke her heart that her brother-in-law was not moving in with them. Not that she would actually want that to happen because Kol was a handful. She shuttered at the thought of what her son’s manners would be like if Kol lived with them full time. “When can he move in? Can it be tomorrow?!”

“Uncle Kol isn’t’ moving in Sweetie.”

“Oh.” Leo looked dejected. “It’s not Aunt Rebekah is it? She can be scary.”

Klaus nearly doubled over in laughter at that. He placed his elbow on the table and covered his mouth with his hand. Caroline could see his shoulders shaking with laughter as she fought to keep her own lips from betraying her own amusement. The last thing either parent wanted was for their six-year-old son to tell Rebekah, someone who loved Leo more than anyone else in her family, that he found her scary.

“No, Rebekah isn’t moving in either.” Caroline told him and Leo perked up at the thought. Klaus was still fighting down his laughter and she knew that it would be best if she took over from here. “However, it very well could be a girl who moved in there. Or a boy. We don’t know yet, but you will be the first to know.”

“How do you not know?” Leo asked with a confused look on his face. For a second, he almost looked like Elijah with such a thoughtful look on his little features. Caroline could see Klaus slowly calming himself beside her however the amusement on his lips was still prominent.

“Remember how my friend Elena had her little girl last month?” Leo nodded. “Well, that is going to happen to me. Papa and I are going to have a baby and you’re going to be a big brother. Isn’t that exciting?”

“A baby?” Both Klaus and Caroline nodded, almost in a synchronized movement; both studying Leo’s reaction, unsure if he was pleased with the news or not. “But Elena’s baby cries all the time and smells funny.” Leo’s nose wrinkled. “Will this baby smell funny? And does it have to be a girl? I’d rather it be a dragon. Can we trade it for a dragon?!”

“We can’t trade it for a dragon, bubby.” Klaus told him, seeing the slight hurt look on Caroline’s face. “And we don’t know if it is a girl or boy yet. While agree that Damon and Elena’s baby smells funny,” Caroline playfully slapped Klaus’s arm gently. “I think you’re going to love your brother or sister. I think that once they are old enough, you will like having someone to play with. To climb the oak tree with and to push on the tire swing.”

“That does sound like fun.”

“And it will be your job, as the big brother, to teach them all the rules and make sure they follow them.” Klaus told him seriously, and Caroline’s breath hitched as she watched her son’s interest peaking and his attention not wavering from his father’s gentle coaching. “And it will be your duty to make sure they are safe and protected when your Mama and I are not around, because you’re growing into such a big boy. What do you think you can do that?”

“I think I can do that. Maybe having a little sister won’t be so bad.” Leo muttered in a more pleased manner, completely set on the baby being a girl since that is what Elena’s baby was. His blue eyes focused back onto Caroline, who had happy tears falling down her cheeks. She stood up from the table and walked around to pull her son into her arms, kissed his face while he tried to push her way, screeching in happy protest. “Mama! Stop it!”

“I love boy so much baby.”

“If I say I say it back will you stop kissing me?” Leo asked in annoyed protest. Caroline littered his face with more kisses while Leo gave out another protest. “Okay! Okay! I love you too! Stop! It tickles! Stop! Papa! Help!”

“You’re on your own there, Son.” Klaus replied watching the scene in amusement. Eventually Caroline stopped lavishing kisses on her son and went to sit down at the table. Klaus could see the happy tears still streaming down her face and he reached over to take her hand into his, giving it a light squeeze.

“Papa?” Leo’s timid and shy voice reached them, causing the two of them to turn back to him. Leo had his lip between his teeth and appeared deep in thought for moment. “Don’t get mad but I think you might have failed at being a big brother.” Klaus was about to protest but Leo pushed on. “I mean, you have met Uncle Kol, right? He doesn’t follow any of the rules.”

It took Klaus another twenty minutes before he was able to breathe again from the laughter that echoed through their small kitchen and out the open window into the field of wheat.

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Chapter 126: The Wrong Side of the Bed

“Good morning, dear,” Anne said as Grace walked into the dining room.

The young woman bypassed the buffet of breakfast foods and simply sat down.

“Just coffee,” she said. Dillman nodded to a waiting footman.

“Is the morning sickness still that bad?” Anne asked. “I guess I was fortunate – it didn’t bother me at all past 13 weeks.”

“Oh lucky you,” Grace said sarcastically, taking a cup of steaming coffee from the servant.

Anne ignored her daughter’s harsh tone.

“I thought today we could drive into the village and do a little shopping – once you’re feeling better, of course,” Anne said. “There are some lovely little boutiques, as you might recall.”

“How exciting,” Grace answered.

“Now dear,” Anne said. “I understand you’re still angry at being consigned to the country, but you could at least stop fighting me long enough to realize you came out of this situation better than any of us. You’re very fortunate, as a matter of fact.”

“Fortunate?” Grace cried angrily. “Oh, yes – I’m so lucky to only pay for our situation with my fiancé and my child!”

“Oh please,” Anne said. “Don’t be so dramatic. I understand being upset at having to give up your child. But at least, you won’t be burdened with a child out of wedlock – a child that would likely bar you from marrying into any respectable family.”

“I don’t care if I ever marry,” Grace said. “I’ve lost my only true love.”

“James wasn’t your only true love, Grace,” Anne said, motioning to Dillman to clear the room. “In fact, he wasn’t a ‘true’ anything. He used you, and if you can’t see that, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

“James loved me!” Grace said, standing. “He’s the father of my child!”

Anne pushed her chair back and stood, determined to make her point.

“He may have gotten you pregnant, dear, but he could never have been a proper father,” Anne said. “Caroline admitted to me that she was the one who talked him into seeing you in the first place.”

“That’s not true!” Grace cried.

“It IS true, Grace,” Anne said. “And it’s time you realized it. James Wellesley never loved you, so his arrest is actually the best possible thing that could have happened. It saved you from making a huge mistake!”

Grace’s eyes filled with tears – a sight which Anne had grown accustomed to over the past week.

“Darling,” Anne said. “I know how difficult all this has been for you. But you must see that this is a positive outcome for you! Once you have the baby, we’ll find it a wonderful home and family. Then you’ll be free to return to Varenna, rejoin society and find yourself a husband without the baggage you might otherwise have taken with you.”

“How can you be so heartless?” Grace asked.

“Because I am a realist,” Anne said. “It’s time you started living in the real world, too, Grace. Otherwise, you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life.”

Grace walked toward the door.

“By the way, darling,” Anne said, sitting back down. “I’ll be away for several hours this evening. I have to make an appearance.”

“I thought you had to stay here at Ridgeton Hall?” she said, puzzled.

“Well, I’m sure your brother will understand, but I’ll call him to make sure,” Anne said. “Besides, I’ll be relying on him for transportation. It’s a good distance from here.”

“Where are you going?” Grace said, suddenly intrigued. “Can I come, too?”

“I’m afraid not, Grace,” Anne said. “This is something I must do alone.”

“Of course it is!” Grace cried. “I’ve never mattered at all to you, have I? I’ve never mattered to anyone except James!”

Storming out, she left Anne shaking her head. “Dillman?” she called.

“Yes, your grace?” he asked, entering.

“Please ring the palace,” she said. “I need to speak with the king.”

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Dawn in Your Eyes Part 16

Summary: Alfie has little to no idea why Caroline ever gave him the time of day. The blind woman seemed far too sensible to even speak to him. But soon he finds himself falling helplessly in love.

Part 16: Some men keep their first bullet.

Alfie felt like every part of him had been turned to lead. His head got jerked to the left and that tipped the scales. His body, heavy with a dull ache, went crashing backward.

Stunned, he stared up at the ceiling. It felt like he was submerged underwater, sinking with every passing second. The sounds around him muffled and garbled. There was another gunshot, faint but easy to distinguish. Someone was screaming his name. Another person was shouting. Rough hands grabbed him but he could hardly feel them. He was too focused on the ceiling above him and how it slowly began to fade to black.

Alfie knew he was still awake. He could hear the indistinct sounds of those around him. But he couldn’t see a thing.

“First time you’ve been shot, then?” She was an average looking woman, maybe in her late thirties. Nothing like the attractive blonde nurse that had all the men in the unit itching to get injured just to see her. Alfie couldn’t remember her name if she had even told him to begin with.

“No.” He lied.

“Yeah, can see it in your eyes.” She checked the bullet wound on his hip. “Well, I won’t lie to you and say it won’t hurt.”

Alfie closed his eyes and grabbed a hold of the edge of the cot. “Yeah, alright, I can handle it.” He wanted to maintain the façade of being a tough soldier. But truthfully, he had never been shot before being drafted into the military. Only been roughed up a bit and clipped with a blade a couple of times on the street.

He was only eight months into his service when the bullet lodged in his hip. The pain wasn’t too bad but the blood was enough to convince him that he was as good as dead.

The nurse assured him he’d be just fine.

Alfie could never forget the sensation of the bullet being dug out of his skin. It made him cringe just thinking about it. He did his best not to shout out, sweat dripping down his forehead as his body wanted to fight against the pain. But he held firm until the bullet was out and bandages were being applied to the wound.

The nurse rinsed off the bullet and placed it in Alfie’s hand. “Some men like to keep their first one.”

Breathing heavily, Alfie closed his fingers around the contorted piece of metal and thanked her.

He lost the bullet somewhere along the way. Most likely it was buried in some trench in France. Maybe someone would find it years from now and wonder where it came from.

It didn’t matter, Alfie still had the scar on his hip to remember it. After that, he could hardly keep track of the scars on his body. Couldn’t remember if the gunshot wound on his shoulder was the second time he was shot or the fourth. He knew the scar on his stomach that looked like a rising sun was the third time. And the fifth? Well, that was the first time he’d been shot after the War ended. From then on it was a blur.

It was a blur.

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“Alfie!” Caroline screamed as she heard the loud thud of someone falling to the ground. There were two more gunshots and a hand on her forearm. “Get off me!” She cried and fought back.

“It’s okay, I’m Tommy Shelby, I’m a friend of your husband’s.” An unfamiliar voice spoke up beside her. “Arthur!” The man yelled. “Call for an ambulance!”

Caroline staggered to her feet and felt her way out the door. “Alfie?” She whimpered. “Alfie!” She found him lying on the floor. Dropping to her knees, she tried to feel out a heartbeat from him. “Alfie, please!” As she found the pulse point on his neck, something warm dribbled down her hand. Blood.

Caroline clung onto him until the ambulance arrived. She cried and begged them to save her beloved husband. But there was nothing anyone could promise her.

She couldn’t see how grisly the scene was. It looked like half of Alfie’s face had been completely wiped out by the gunshot.

Helplessly, Caroline’s blood-soaked hand lost its grip on Alfie’s shirt as he was lifted up. She was shaking so violently she wasn’t sure if she could stand.

“I can get you to the hospital,” Tommy spoke gently to her. “He’ll be alright.”

“I-I need something to cover my hair.” She sobbed.

There was a pause and a shuffle as Tommy removed his coat. He held it out to her but she didn’t move to take it from him.

For a moment, he wondered if she had gone into shock. Then he realized the way her eyes looked like they were clouded over. Not sure what to do, seeing as Alfie hadn’t mentioned his wife was blind, Tommy reached over and placed the coat in her hand.

She took it and wrapped it around herself, using it to cover her hair. “He can’t die.” She whispered. "He's my everything. He can't die, he can't, he can't. I'm pregnant, he can't die. I can't do this without him."

“He won’t.” Tommy helped her stand and led her downstairs. “He’ll make it.”

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Next, he remembered; Alfie was waking up in an unfamiliar room. Although he wasn’t sure if it was because he’d never been there before or because he could only see the right side of it.

“Fuck.” He grumbled when he felt unbearable pain spark up in his head.

“You awake then? Or are you going to go back under?”

“Tommy, just the voice I want to hear when I wake up all fucking disoriented.”

“Just stay still.”

“Where the fuck am I?” Alfie asked, disgruntled that the man was still giving him orders.

“The hospital.”

“Why?”

“You were shot in the face.”

“Fuck, was I?” Alfie instinctually lifted a hand to touch his face.

“I’d leave it be if I were you,” Tommy warned. “Whole side of your face is stitched up. Miracle they were able to save your eye, I thought for sure you'd've lost it.”

It didn't matter what might've been. What mattered what was. “Where’s Caroline?”

“In the next room with her aunt,” Tommy answered. “Had to be calmed down a bit while they were stitching you up.”

“She alright? Those fuckers didn’t touch her?” Alfie blinked a few times, getting his bearings. Tommy’s slim form became a bit clearer albeit from what felt like tunnel vision.

“She’s okay. Failed to tell me she’s blind though, Alfie.”

The man chuckled from the hospital bed. “Did I? Yeah well, you get used to it and forget other people don’t know sometimes.”

“She asked me for something to cover her hair and I held me coat out to her.” Despite the events landing him in the hospital, Alfie laughed. “Felt like a fucking idiot,” Tommy muttered.

“Wish I coulda been there.” He sighed. “Go on and get her for me, will ya?”

Tommy nodded. “Sure.” He headed for the door but Alfie stopped him.

“And Tom, I owe you.”

“Not looking for payment, Alfie, only some groveling will do.” He replied as he walked out.

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Julia led her niece to the hospital room but let the two have time alone. Caroline entered and walked until she reached the bed.

“Alfie?”

“C’mere, love, c’mere.” He tried to sit up but felt his head spin.

Caroline followed the edge of the bed until she found his arms. “Oh, Alfie, I’m so glad you’re okay.” She gasped tearfully. “I heard the gunshot an-and I thought they’d killed you.” She hiccupped. "There was so much blood."

“Sh, sh, love, s’alright now.” The relief was almost enough to reduce the pain in Alfie’s head. It lightened his spirits. Holding her in his arms again made him feel complete.

“I’m so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.” He whispered to her. “I can’t believe I let this fucking happen. To think what you went through.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” She argued.

“But-”

“I won’t hear it.” She hushed him. “I won’t hear it, Alfie.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, holding her close. “So, suppose I’ve got to make Cyril earn his keep as a seeing-eye dog now.”

“What?” Caroline lifted her head.

“Gun shot’s made me go blind, in one eye at least. Dunno if me vision will come back.”

“Oh, dear.” Caroline sighed anxiously. "Hopefully it'll come back. It might just take some time."

Alfie was on enough pain killers to not care too much about the impending future. “Well, good thing you can’t see me. Can’t imagine a bullet to the face made look better. Probably a mangled mess.” He could only imagine what sort of state he was in.

“Hush, you.” She scolded and pressed a finger over his lips. "When did looks ever mean anything to me? All that matters is you're still here with me."

He chuckled and shook his head. His head lolled back into the pillows. “Feel so numb.”

“Sleep. You must be so exhausted.”

“Please lay with me.” He requested in a small voice. Almost like a child wanting to cuddle with a Teddy.

Caroline smiled and curled up beside him. She laced her fingers in with his and rested their joined hands over her abdomen.

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Thoughts on Legacies Season 3 Episode 1

Warning: Spoilers below, do not read if you are still to watch the season 3 premiere of Legacies.

“We’re Not Worthy”

Okay so I’m going to start with the acknowledgement that I know Legacies is a different tone to The Vampire Diaries, and that TVD was a different tone to The Originals, I am also going to acknowledge the fact that out of the three The Originals is by far my favorite, with TVD firmly in second place to which I am starting to believe Legacies will never manage to take said place from TVD.

For me the stronger episodes of Legacies are always going to be the darker ones, although I must admit there have been extremely cheesy moments that I’ve found to be a guilty pleasure...however, the overall softer more child friendly tone of this show has been hard to get behind but as a HUGE TVDverse fan, and fanfic writer, I’ve been pushing pass it and it sure does help that we have had several solid episodes per season, just no solid season, in my opinion.

My favorite character in Legacies has to be Lizzie Saltzman, Hope Mikaelson was hard for me to love because of the epicness of kid Hope but now I’m a strong fan of hers, and Josie Saltzman has her moments too.

Now on to the actual episode “We’re Not Worthy” thoughts...

Okay so Hope is MIA once again in another series premiere but instead of the show allowing it as a chance to further the supporting characters I found myself screaming at the television for Hope to just wake up already! (more on her waking up further down) This was an episode very much centered on Lizzie, Raphael, Josie, and Landon with some strong MG moments, and where I normally love any episodes Lizzie centric this one was a total dud for me!

Lizzie reverting to her old self is always a pleasure, especially seeing her protective sister side kick in towards Josie, Josie who just comes across completely ungrateful towards Lizzie, I know their co-dependency has a lot of issues but for me it gives me ugh feelings towards Josie and I know the word ungrateful is strong especially considering I did get Josie’s side but still, I’m glad we are going to have some Josie time out (talking about that further down too) to which I hope allows Lizzie, and her friendship with Hope, my favorite friendship Hizzie to grow, as well as allowing Josie to come back feeling lighter and being more fun as a character in general.

Raphael who is easily one of my least liked characters trying to force Landon to come back to life was some reasonably good filler, Landon’s quirkiness is often a pleasure to watch, especially alongside the over-campy guilty pleasure villain The Necromancer, a villain that could only work in the Legacies format. However, the idea of Landon in Raphael’s body was all kinds of wrong and I’m so glad they did not go down that route, I mean Hope waking up to find Landon in Raphael’s body would just be too cringe, mostly because Haphael or Rope, or whatever shippers call that one, should never happen IMO.

MG is a character who is just kind of there most episodes but then come the odd episode he really shines when given the chance and he really did in this episode, his team spirit was almost inspiring so major points for that and his cuteness.

So, in this episode we find Legacies tackling Camelot, with easily the worst CGI from the show so far, with the worst villain of the week the green knight, and the worst acting Nimue by far!

This is easily the worst take on a rather epic tale I have seen to date it just felt all kinds of rushed and far too much like a theatre play on school that a kid wrote :(

Raphael turning out to have royal blood and being the descendent of Arthur would be interesting if it were any other character like MG for example, but with Raphael’s ill advised sudden love for his best mate’s girlfriend and him being MIA for a lot of season 2 his character just feels very misplaced to me and this plot feels to me like hey he does have a purpose after all, no thanks writers!

Lizzie and MG feel to me like their going down the route of a romance now more than ever, and although I did briefly ship them in an episode in season one I just feel like too much and at the same time not enough has went on for them to just wind up together this season, I’d like to see more growth between them both, changes, and development before they wind up together, if they wind up together but for now I’m not a shipper!

Now when Hope finally does wake up after Landon is brought back to life that whole scene just feels so lackluster, now I know what your thinking one minute I’m like wake up Hope next I’m complaining about her waking up but seriously her wake up could’ve been a bigger moment and I wouldn’t have minded next week’s episode being inside Hope’s mind which I reckon would have been a whole lot less Disney than Josie’s mind, a cheesy episode I enjoyed.

I just feel Handon reunited after one died and the other woke from a coma could have been more romantic or something, I do not ship Handon but they have had some really good shippable moments that I can not deny to the point I cannot deny them having a moment that forces me to ship them, this episode not being one of them.

So, we tackled Nimue’s involvement, Hope’s coma, Lizzie and Josie, Lizzie and MG, Landon’s brief death, and Raphael’s royal lineage which means it’s time to discuss Josie leaving to spend some quality time with her mother CAROLINE (Caroline Forbes easily being one of TVDverse’s greatest characters) Now a break from Josie I think is a great time not only to further herself but others when dealing without her, although I have a feeling her brief departure will not be very long at all.

Any mention of Caroline gets me screaming “Come back, Queen, come back!” and I know Candice King keeps saying never say never so each season I await only to be broken hearted for now two seasons in a row :(

I get actors wanting to pursue other things, TVD was 8 years of that cast and crew’s life and TO was 5, so they deserve the break 1000%, I loved Freya’s return and I was never much of a fan of her character but it felt so needed for Hope and I cried at that reunion unashamedly. Which is why Caroline’s return would mean so much not just for fans of her character but for fans of the twins and finally getting to see mummy Caroline with grown daughters, on that same note bring back Rebekah Mikaelson, crazy aunt Bex would be perfect for a pop in to see her niece Hope.

Overall, this episode of Legacies easily goes into my do not rewatch unless your binging the show as a whole! It does have some great moments such as: Landon’s defiance over being revived, the overall campiness that is the necromancer and Lizzie putting Alyssa in her place, but it also has some horrible moments like Chad’s untimely death (loved him) Alyssa’s non exit, and literally everything Nimue related including the Shrek in armor villain of the week that they called the green knight.

NOTABLE MENTIONS

1) Chad’s dead, again! Only this time I feel like it’s a proper exit for the character, although hoping they bring him back. Love his scenes with the necromancer and even found myself shipping the two (Chad and Ted forever)

2) Josie’s off to see mummy Caroline, any mention of Caroline is notable. (Come back to us Caroline)

3) What the heck is going on with Lizzie’s hair? Is it a really bad wig or just styled so awful? It does not do the character or actress any justice whatsoever. (justice for Lizzie’s hair)

4) The Necromancer is clearly sticking around! Not to mention Alyssa and Raphael are still very much tied to him which we found out by Chad’s death (my heart keeps breaking)

5) MG, who is not my favorite character, is easily the character that shines the most in this particular episode. (MG on the rise?)

Episode Rating - 2/5 (Not the worst, but close)

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Enemies Of The State : Dark!Klaroline {15}

summary:

This fiction follows the events of just how Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes lost everything that tied them to their humanity, leading them into something neither of them can come back from.

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{10 years ago}

Klaus Mikaelson wanted so desperately to find Caroline Forbes. For her safety he’d devoted his time seeking his older brother who’d wanted her heart in his hands, yet what was the point when she was already on the path of her imminent death?

There were very few things that unsettled Klaus. Siphoner’s were one of them, and the Gemini Coven just so happened to contain one of the devices needed to break out one of the dreaded parasite witches.

Malakai Parker.

Kai Parker, he had decided long ago, was probably as evil as he was. Pure evil reincarnated with no redeeming qualities. A sociopathic killer who conveniently had the ability to kill supernaturals who’d possesed witch magic with a simple touch.

The minute he’d found the news that Kai was banished to the mercy of a prison world, he hadn’t thought of the danger of Siphoner’s. After threatening the Gemini Coven to keep the ascendant hidden away from prying eyes, of course, he’d decided the matter was dealt with.

Until now.

“You don’t think she’s looking for it,” Rebekah stuttered as she looked as her brother wide eyed. “How on earth would she know-”

“It doesn’t matter how she knows!” Klaus cut her off sharply. “You know perfectly well what would happen if he escapes that bloody prison.”

The rest of the group had complexed expressions, obviously confused on what they were talking about. Kol looked ashen, knowing exactly what this situation could bring amongst vampires.

“She needs Bennett blood to activate the ascendent,” Bonnie spoke up heavily. “Caroline doesn’t know anything about magic anyways.”

“She obviously went to the bloody Coven with a purpose in mind,” Rebekah snapped. “That idiotic girl will be the death of all of us!”

“Watch it,” Klaus hissed with venom. “She couldn’t be more idiotic than you, letting her go when you knew she was without her humanity like that. Pathetic.”

The original sister went red with anger, all traces of weakness vanished from her expression at her brother’s words. She knew better than to let him walk all over her. Not this time. Her next words were spat out in pure hostility.

“I’m pathetic?” Rebekah flashed towards him, red faced and enraged. “Who left Caroline here all alone because they were too afraid of feeling love? Figures, you wouldn’t know how it would feel to be loved. Everybody bloody hates you, Nik. You left the girl who was willing to care for you and now, she hates you too because you are weak. That, my dear brother, is the epitome of being pathetic-”

Klaus didn’t let his sister finish her little rant about what she thought of him because in a flash, she dropped dead on the ground, the hilt of a silver dagger glinting in the early morning sunlight, protruding from her chest.

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Caroline and Katherine had been driving to god knows where for what had seemed like a couple hours now.

“So what’s the plan, hmm?” Caroline continued coating her nails with a black polish. “I still don’t understand how Kai could help us in our ‘freedom’”

“We aren’t fully free,” Katherine hummed from the drivers seat. “Your little Mystic Fall buddies are probably dying without their piece of human frailty.”

“Please,” Caroline scoffed. “They’re glad i’m gone.”

“I heard. What was that business with precious little you becoming more like a vampire should be?”

Caroline remembered all too well about the feeling of her vampirism consuming every bit of her soul when she was still with her humanity. It was different then, her conflicting emotions driving her to the point of switching it off. That fight with her ex-friends was just the tipping point. Not that she cared about it, obviously.

“I don’t know,” Caroline hummed. “Vampirism getting the best of good little Caroline i suppose.”

“So where is good little Caroline now?”

“She’s dead.”

***

“What on earth did you just do?”

Kol Mikaelson looked upon his sister with widened eyes, who was still laying temporarily lifeless on Caroline’s front lawn.

“Oh stop being so dramatic,” Klaus rolled his eyes, turning away from the scene. “She’ll be back to her incessant little self the minute i pull the thing out.”

“She’ll never forgive you,” Kol breathed out. “She’ll hate you forever.”

Stefan let go of Elena’s hold, who was holding on for her life in worry that her’s might be in danger. Walking over to the greyed body of Rebekah, he looked solemn.

“Was that for Elijah?” He asked quietly. “The dagger.”

“Of course it was for Elijah,” Damon Salvatore approached beside his brother. “He wants to dagger him, don’t you Klaus? Some things never change.”

“Stop it, Damon” Elena speaks up timidly. “It’s better that he’s dead. He wants to kill Caroline.”

“Look at what she’s done Elena,” Damon rolls his eyes, gesturing to Rebekah’s corpse. “All of this for what? She switched if off, and look where we are. Let Elijah deal with her.”

“You better shut it before my brother makes you, mate” Kol says in a quiet voice, glaring at Damon. Little did he know, Klaus already heard it. He was just waiting for Damon to say more.

The angrier he could make him, the better.

“Let me tell you something,” Damon turned around, facing the group. “Caroline Forbes is useless. She’s weak, and shallow and honestly? Makes everything about herself. Like right now.”

“Damon-” Stefan had a warning tone in his voice obviously scared for his life, but the Older Salvatore didn’t care.

“Hope you had fun with the Mystic Queen!” Damon called out to the Hybird, who’s control was far beyond controllable. He smrked. “I know i did.”

The events the proceded as soon as those words were spoken happened in a flash.

Before anybody knew, Damon was sputtering blood as Klaus plunged his hand through his chest, grabbing ahold of the rapidly beating heart. He wanted him to suffer.

“You had fun with the Mystic Queen, eh?” He spat out in pure hostility and revulsion, taking immense pleasure in his suffering “Not as much fun as i’m going to have watching you beg for your miserable little life.”

Damon only began choking on his own blood, as Klaus twisted his heart ever ao slightly. He was surely going to kill him, as the rest watched in horror, not daring to say anything in protest.

“Alright,” Kol approached his brother carefully. “That’s enough, Nik.”

Klaus barely heard him, preparing to kill the Salvatore in front of him. Elena cried silently at the scene, Stefan and Bonnie seemingly frozen in place, when his hand left Damon’s body. Empty.

“You aren’t worth the energy i give in killing you,” He whispered menacingly. Damon breathed heavily, dropping to the floor in an instant as his life was spared. Elena and Bonnie ran to him.

“Bloody hell,” Kol mumbled as he opened his car door. “Everyone needs to get in the car immediately.”

Elena held Damon as Bonnie, Stefan and Klaus stared at Kol. He held the map in his hands, sighing heavily as he got in.

“Let’s find Caroline.”

—————

“What the hell are we doing here?”

Katherine and Caroline stood in the middle of Bourbon street, New Orleans.

“A witch i’ve had the pleasure of meeting recently resides here,” Katherine responded, making her way through the crowd of tourists. “I need something of hers.”

“And it just so happened to be here of all places?” Caroline complained. “I hate New Orleans.”

“I could imagine why,” Katherine snickers as she effortlessly pushed he way through the crowd. “I don’t think your boyfriend is here, cupcake. Don’t worry.”

Caroline grumbled under the breath as she followed the doppelgänger’s lead. It was infuriating, really. New Orleans was the last place she’d wanted to go, and for what? A stupid witch?

“Just hurry up, I wanna get out of here as soon as possible.”

After what seemed like a couple minutes, the pair had reached the cemetery. It was just as Katherine had remembered when she was led here by Klaus, the link she’d needed desperately lifted thanks to Elijah Mikaelson

God, Original men were so incredibly stupid.

She made her way into the cemetery, Caroline following suit stubbornly. It was eerie, the aura of death and magic fully present in the air. She smiled, knowing that the witch was close.

“Hello!” Katherine called out all of a sudden. “Where are you?”

The blonde stood perplexed as she leaned against a tomb stone. That must be the witch that Katherine had required the services of. She’d hoped that they would show up already, wanting to get out of this city as quickly as possible.

“If you scream like that, you’ll wake the dead.”

Katherine smiled.

The doppelgänger turned to face the woman that’d appeared out of nowhere, a pleasant expression on her face. “I was wondering if you’d still be here.”

Caroline examined the witch. She was beautiful, her long black hair reaching her waist. There was something in her eyes, however. They shone with a twisted darkness, which would unsettle anyone.

“Of course i’d be here, Katerina. You have something i desperately require.”

“Conveniently, so do you.”

The woman smiled, sitting down at her alter that’d consisted of black candles instead of white. It was vast, and dark substances were spread out on the dirt.

She was practicing black magic.

“This is my friend, Caroline Forbes.” Katherine gestured. “She’s just tagging along for the ride.”

“Nice to meet you...uh?” She stopped mid sentence, waiting for a name.

“Amelia,” The woman answered with a sickly sweet smile. “Amelia Bennett.”

——————

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damienthepious · 4 years

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y’all already know why i’m here let’s just cut to the fic yeah? love you love youuuu

Something That Matters More

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, The Keep, Rilla, Sir Caroline

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, Seasons of the Citadel, Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Ideation, (canon-typical and kinda vauge but still), Alternative Perspective, Angst

Summary: When the Keep finally wakes again, Arum is still curled with his back against the front door.

Notes: The third and longest of my pieces for the @seasonsofthecitadel zine!

When the Keep finally wakes again, Arum is still curled with his back against the front door.

Perhaps he should have slept while the Keep did the same, but his mind races and roils without the buffer of his home, the soft influence at his edges. He cannot possibly rest while his thoughts are circling so, while he is haunted by the memory of Amaryllis’ voice and eyes and justified hatred, while the consequences of the loss of the Hermit loom large above him, while his knowledge of the Senate’s intentions grips him by the throat-

The Keep sings like stretching, a deep gradient of sound, and Arum scrambles to his feet again and he is relieved in a way he did not know he could be. His Keep is-

(saved, and he lifts Amaryllis without thinking, her warmth in his arms and her laughter in his ear and-)

Awake. Aware, again. It hums slow satisfaction and greets Arum with gentle vines and informs him that it believes the petrification has been reduced by half, at least, while it slept.

It pauses for a long moment then, and Arum can feel the Keep shivering off the metaphorical dust, can feel it pulsing its consciousness throughout the structure, taking inventory of itself besides just the shrinking blight. It hums confusion, and then-

A question.

Arum flinches, and drops his eyes.

“Gone,” he says, quiet. “Long gone by now, I should think.”

The Keep trills, confusion and concern and disappointment, and Arum… well, Arum agrees, but he cannot bring himself to say so. He sighs.

“The cause of your illness has been discovered, and we have made steps towards recovery. Amaryllis kept her end of the bargain.” His shoulders sink and he clings to the vines the Keep has draped around him. “I kept mine. We’re even, now. It is finished. She is gone.”

There is another pause, the feeling of a sigh drifting through their link. Then there is another sensation. A strange flicker of attention as the Keep takes stock of their wider territory, and then a sharp little lance of worry.

Arum tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, and after a moment he understands.

“Still… she is still in the swamp?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. “She should have reached the edge by now, no matter which direction she chose. She should be… well on her way back to her h- back to that Citadel. Why…”

Arum and the Keep feel out into the swamp together, reaching and searching, and they recognize the danger at the same moment.

The amalgam- the vicious little construct that Amaryllis created in her bid for escape-

It is still alive. Alive, and quite close to where Amaryllis is, right at this very moment.

“Keep,” Arum says, frantic. “Keep please I- a portal, now, bring me close, I must-”

He pauses.

“I must hold up my end of the bargain,” he finishes, voice uncertain. “If… it is not… if she does not escape my swamp alive, I have failed to satisfy our deal.”

This explanation is, by any estimate, unnecessary. The Keep is already constructing the portal as he speaks.

He has to wait an impatient moment as the Keep brings him a set of knives, but as soon as he is armed he is through to his wilderness, and he hears Amaryllis’ voice that very same moment.

“-and if we don’t get back and tell the Queen—” she says, her tone sharp, and Arum flinches hard when he hears another voice. Another human. The bisected corpse of the amalgam lies in the mud a few feet away, and the Keep informs him belated moments later that the creature is already dead.

“It sounds like we’re running out of time, then.”

Arum buries an instinctive hiss at the mocking in the unfamiliar voice. He creeps closer, slipping into the branches above as silently as he is able. An argument, then? Why would this stranger, a knight judging by the armor and the sword, why would they destroy the amalgam and protect Amaryllis only to speak to her so unpleasantly?

“We are!” Amaryllis cries, and Arum slips just close enough to see her from above, then, through the green. He sees her glaring up at the other human, her jaw set and her lips turned stubbornly down. She has only been away from him for so brief a time, but still he feels her presence again so keenly, so strangely.

“A fact which concerns you greatly.”

“It does,” Amaryllis grates out.

“Then in that case, I think you ought to get on with it,” the knight says, “and tell me: where is the lizard I must slay?”

Arum does not breathe, for a moment. It does not look as if Amaryllis breathes for that moment, either.

“Please…” Amaryllis says, and her eyes are wide and desperate, and Arum does not understand why she is hesitating. “He’s…”

“He’s what?” the other human says, hungry and eager.

There is a breath of pause, and then Amaryllis’ shoulders sink, her head drooping. “He’s… that way,” she says, halfway a sigh, hopeless and dull.

Arum is not disappointed by this. He is not surprised. He held this human against her will, kept her a prisoner, and despite any understanding they may have come to, they were only ever going to be enemies when all was said and done. A war is on, he had told her, and clearly she understands that. Arum is a monster, responsible however indirectly for countless deaths, and soon to be responsible for countless more. It is perfectly logical for her to explain to this knight where to find him. How to kill him. He never asked for her forgiveness, and he never expected it. He is not disappointed-

But when Arum pushes past the pressure in his lungs, when he makes his eyes focus on Amaryllis again, she is pointing in the wrong direction. She is pointing- as near to the opposite direction from the Keep as she could possibly manage.

Arum stares, his claws digging into the bark of the tree he is clinging to. What is she- why-

Her shoulders are tight, and when the knight looks in the direction Amaryllis is pointing with a satisfied half-smile, Amaryllis’ eyes raise again, narrowed and angry for only a moment before the knight turns her attention back and Amaryllis flattens her expression to something resigned.

She is- Amaryllis is-

She is aiming the knight away from Arum and his Keep. Deliberately. Intentionally.

Arum cannot focus on the words that follow, because he is staring at the little doctor, his mind turning and turning as he tries to reconcile that knowledge, the idea that she- that Amaryllis- that she would protect him. That she is protecting him. That she would look a knight in the eye and lie for him.

The knight is helping her move, now, and Arum understands what Amaryllis means to do only a moment before they step into the sunlight. Into the patch of gold, pooling among the duller green.

A stubborn, stubborn part of him wants to leap to save the Hermit, to protect it from that light it so dearly desires, but-

Arum knows what it is, to cling to the desire for life for so very long. An unceasing and unrelenting toil, because to loosen his grip on that desire will spell his end. Yes, Arum knows how it feels to live because he wants to live in some obstinate, contrarian way. To live because he must.

Arum knows, also, how exhausting that is.

Perhaps the Hermit deserves to rest, now.

It chimes one last time before it is kissed once, and only once, by honeyed light.

Its creations, Arum’s creations- those that remain will live on, their impact yet to be seen, but the potential of the Hermit ceases in an instant. The knight complains, but Arum is not listening. He spares attention for Amaryllis’ deflection only because he is- he is unsure he has ever seen her fully in the sunlight before.

He does not have the words for Amaryllis in the sun. Not even in his own mind. Some moments are too big for such small things as words. He hopes this moment is not too big for memory, as well.

He feels her absence, stretching into his future like a missing limb, like a wound. She steps out of the narrow shaft of light, and Arum’s eyes follow her. Of course they do.

She is brighter, by far, than the light she leaves behind.

Arum exhales, slow and unsteady, and forces himself to stop watching as she walks away. He- he came out here to ensure that she would not die before she left his swamp, he reminds himself, and he needs not worry himself over the matter, now. His assistance is not required.

She is with a knight, one dangerous enough to slay a magical construct that even he and his Keep failed to effectively destroy. Amaryllis will be safe, even if the knight seems- obnoxious and unpleasant. She will be safe. She will be…

He stills, claws digging into the wood.

No.

No, Amaryllis will not be safe, even with her grim-eyed bodyguard. She will not be safe.

She will leave his swamp with her eyes sharp and her heart still beating strong, but out there, out in the wider world, out with the rest of her kin-

She will die.

The thought hits Arum with the force of an arrow as he watches them walk away, the knight urging Amaryllis ahead of her despite the limp and the shoddy crutch. The both of them are going to die. All of them. Amaryllis, and- and every human. The entire Citadel. The place Amaryllis claims as home. If the Senate is successful, if they manage to force his prototype into a quicker growth-

They are all going to die.

Arum already knows this. Of course he does. Arum knew, when the Senate came to him, what they intended. He knew, with the power of the Hermit, that their goals might even be possible.

He knew, and did not care. Or- worse. He cared only that the end of this war would mean that the Senate would have no call to ever contact him again, or to conscript his services. If the war were to end, if humanity were eradicated-

It would have been convenient, for Arum.

Convenient. Amaryllis dead, and he would never have…

Without her, his Keep would be dead as well. He has no misapprehensions about that. And now, now she has aimed this knight of the Citadel away from him, and from his home. She has destroyed a tool she could have used to defend her people (he knows she is clever enough to learn to use the Hermit to its potential, he has no misapprehensions about that, either), but she chose to destroy it rather than allow it to be used and misused, and Arum-

Arum would have destroyed her, sight unseen.

(Would have destroyed Sir Damien, as well. Another bright, stubborn, fascinating creature he never would have known, another clever, infuriatingly charming-)

She is gone now. Step by step, further and further from Arum and his Keep. Far, far beyond him. Arum is alone in his own domain again, just as he desires. Alone, and the Keep on the mend, and he could simply return home now. He can tuck himself into the safety of his Keep and duck his head and wait to see who triumphs, the humans or the Senate. He can hide away in safety as he has always done, until the dust settles at last on this pointless conflict.

But there are consequences to his actions, and there are consequences to his inactions, as well.

If the humans perish, he will bear his share of responsibility for their fate. He will have their blood on his claws.

(He has already suffered honeysuckle’s blood on his claws.)

If the Senate destroys them, it will be with the weapon Arum created.

Arum chose not to kill Sir Damien in their duel, chose to let him stand and fight again. He chose not to kill Amaryllis, chose to let her walk away.

It is- ridiculous, of course, but-

Arum could be content to continue on alone, secluded from the world, if he knew they were somewhere, safe and bright and alive, even if they were far from him. Knowing that they will die, from his action and inaction-

It is unacceptable. He cannot bear- he could not endure it.

If that is the price for his survival, Arum- Arum refuses to pay it. He would rather pay his own life than theirs.

A strange realization to come to, ten feet in the air with his claws digging deeper by the moment into bark. He releases his grip on the poor flora at last, and drops down to the muddy ground below. He steps closer to the little pool of sunlight where the Hermit met its end, but he does not quite step into the light.

There is no trace left of the bloom, not a glimmer of magic or a sprinkling of dust.

The Senate intends to use Arum’s creation in their plan, but it is still… flawed. Slow-growing, unpredictable, and perhaps just as dangerous to monsterkind as to the Citadel, despite the focal object Arum managed to obtain.

… perhaps Arum could petition the Senate for the opportunity to amend those flaws. Perhaps, if Arum could just get close enough, he could-

Arum could… what? Sabotage the thing? Endeavor to destroy it? Even if he were successful, he would never survive the attempt. The Senate would annihilate him, burn him out from his bones, and then-

(Amaryllis aims the knight towards a false trail, fire in her dark eyes, and holds the Hermit out in sunlight)

(Damien gives a scrap of silk not his own, and allows Arum to rise again)

(the nature of caring is sacrifice)

And then, even with Arum dead, Amaryllis would be safer. Honeysuckle would be safer. The Senate would not even be able to then use Arum’s talents or the Hermit to further endanger their species. The Keep would grow a new familiar to follow him, and the Universe would continue on as it always has.

It is not a meticulously constructed plan, but it is not without merits, he thinks with a breath of grim laughter. The Keep will certainly not approve, but the Keep nearly died because Arum failed his duty as caretaker, because he failed through inattention to both of their needs.

Perhaps the Keep deserves a better Lord than he.

He will not resign himself to that fate, though. Despite all likelihood, he will choose to believe that he will survive this mad new strategy. In any case, he would rather not cause the Keep to mourn, and he suspects, as well, that Amaryllis would disapprove of that sort of hopelessness.

He crouches down and reaches to scrape up a clawful of rich, wet soil, watching as some tumbles dark between his fingers to find the ground again. He smiles, wistful, and tucks the dirt into a satchel at his side.

Arum will come home, if he is able. If the universe grants.

But first, there is something more important he must do.

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #seasons of the citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lizard YEARNIN tuesday freal tho

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letsyesnomaybe · 3 years

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Never Gonna Wanna Let Me Go | Part 6

Zayn Malik is one of the highest paid escorts in London. He’s good at his job, he knows this. But it’s not his chosen field, it’s easy money so he can have a chance to pursue his chosen field without becoming homeless. His employer Caroline has many rules to keep him safe but Zayn only has one ‘Don’t Get Attached’. Of course, there was always going to be one, the guy who would come in to the picture and make Zayn’s easy job almost impossible.

Liam Payne. Twenty Six. Made his money by inheriting his father’s music business after he passed away. Quite well known so expect publicity. Wants a pretty face on his arm to cover the events he has to attend while in town on business. Make sure he knows if he wants extra he has to pay. You’ve got your usual expenses on your card, don’t go overboard like last time. I mean it, Malik! Your share for the weekend will go in your account on Monday when you’ve done your job.

Love you babes, stay safe, C x

Part 1, 2 ,3, 4 & 5 (also on ao3)

“I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words Louis had breathed before he’d walked out of the hotel room and out of Zayn’s life. He was eighteen and heartbroken and he swore from that day, he’d never let another person break him the way Louis had.

“It’s worse than it was then,” Harry whispers to Niall, when he thinks he’s out of Zayn’s hearing. “He was heartbroken over Louis but this, it feels like it’s so much more.”

“He’s a smart lad,” Niall would always reply. “He knows what he’s doing.”

Harry would always sigh, as if it wasn’t the answer he wanted to pacify his worry over his best friend. He’d always come to Zayn afterwards, curl up next to where he was binge watching the walking dead or spread out on the floor of the art room, to watch him paint.

Zayn knows he’s trying to be a good friend but now he’s not working, there’s no escape. It’s twenty four seven Harry and as much as he loves the lad, it’s a little too much of him to handle.

It’s been four days since he left Liam at the cabin (not that he’s counting) and quit his job with Caroline. It takes Niall and Harry’s usual morning activity to push him out of the house.

He only goes twenty minutes down the road, to their local café and tucks himself at the back with his laptop, hoping to get some graphics done that he could sell to local business for a tiny bit of income.

But he’s barely there ten minutes when intrusive thoughts lead him down a different path than intended.

He’s a glutton for punishment, he thinks, as he googles Louis’ name and gets greeted with thousands of articles about him and Stella because they had recently announced they were expecting a baby boy.

Zayn slams to laptop shut when he sees a cosy photo of them in Paris where they’d travelled to the night of his championship win for a little R&R.

He decided to head back to the flat, hoping the hour he had been out of said flat would be enough time for his friends to get done with their activities.

The moment he steps foot back in his apartment, all he can think about is Louis, he can’t get those stupid blue eyes and curled smile out of his mind.

Which is probably why the moment he gets to his room, he absolutely rips it apart, trying to find one particular thing.

He finds it tucked in the very back of the draws he keeps his hoodies and he has to give it a hard tug from where it had managed to jam itself in the corners of the drawer.

When he finally gets the little brown envelope out from inside the drawer, a polaroid falls out on to the floor. When he picks it up he’s greeted by the image of two grinning boys. Two young lads who don’t know the world yet and had no idea of the pain they were about to cause one another.

The only other thing in the envelope is a key to an apartment that Zayn had never visited.

‘I want you to have a place where you’re safe,’ Louis had said. ‘It’s yours, for whenever you’re ready.’

“Zayn?!” Harry calls out suddenly.

Zayn shoves the key and polaroid back in the envelope and tucks them it back where it was.

“Z?!” Harry calls again, only this time closer.

“I’m here.” Zayn calls back.

Harry’s head pops around Zayn’s bedroom door and he gives him curious eyes.

“What?” Zayn asks sharply, which he instantly regrets when Harry’s lips twitch in a way they only do when he’s upset.

“Liam’s here,” Harry tells him softly. “I said he was only allowed to see you, if you wanted him to. If not, then me and Ni will throw him out.”

“I’d quite like to see you try and throw him out.” Zayn teases.

“I’m stronger than you think, Malik.” Harry retorts and a big smile graces his lips, the earlier hurt easily forgotten. “So, shall I send him down?”

Zayn nods his head but before Harry can leave, he calls after him.

“Yes, darling?” Harry asks, the grin still gracing his lips.

“Don’t stick around to listen, okay?” Zayn pleads. “It’s probably not going to be nice but I’m good, yeah?”

Harry looks curious but nods his agreement before continuing out of the room.

Zayn doesn’t know what to do with himself and he’s spends so much time fretting over if he should sit or stand that he’s still stood dumbly in the middle of the room when Liam appears in it.

“I thought you wouldn’t see me.” Liam admits as greeting.

Zayn shrugs and tucks his shaking his hands in to his pockets because if he’s honest, he thought he wouldn’t see Liam again, not in person anyway.

“I’ll get straight to the point then.” Liam decides and rustles around in the back pocket of his jeans for a few seconds.

Zayn raises his eyebrows because his curiosity is slightly peaked and if it is something painful, at least he’ll be amused when he has to call Harry back for him and Niall to attempt to throw Liam out.

“I was packing my things and this fell out of my bag,” Liam explains and holds out the drawing Zayn had done in the hotel room. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

Zayn stares down at the crumpled paper that contains a real life drawing of a heart that he’d converted in to a home.

“I thought it was about Penny,” Liam admits. “I thought it was your way of saying that the people we loose will always have a home in our hearts. But that’s not the meaning behind it, is it?”

Zayn looks to him and then back to the drawing.

“Is it?” Liam asks a little more desperate.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.” Zayn tells him and tries to hand the drawing back.

Liam snatches it from his hand. “That’s bullshit.”

“I can’t tell you what the drawing means to you, Liam.” Zayn says with a shrug.

“I don’t care what it means to me,” Liam argues. “I want to know what it means to you. Why did you draw it?”

“I draw a lot of things that have no meaning.” Zayn replies and folds his arms.

Harry snorts loudly from the other room.

“I told you to fuck off, Styles.” Zayn shouts at him.

There’s a scramble and then a loud crash before the door to Zayn’s room opens and Niall’s head pops in.

“We’re heading out,” He informs Zayn. “If you need us then give us a ring, yeah?”

Zayn drags his fingers through his hair and nods his head.

“If Liam was going to kill him I’m sure us being here wouldn’t stop him.” Niall shouts at Harry as he must lead him out of the flat.

Liam steps towards Zayn as the sound of the front door closing echoes through the flat.

“Did you draw this because you’re trying to tell me you’re letting me in to the only place that’s yours to protect?” He asks. “The last place you’re allowed to call the shots on who comes and goes.”

Zayn stares at the crumpled paper in Liam’s hand. “It’s just a drawing.”

“I know Louis was let in and he didn’t treat it well but we’re not the same people, Zayn.” Liam tries.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Zayn scoffs.

“What don’t I get?” Liam pleads.

“He trashed the place but you still broke the windows,” Zayn replies and moves away from Liam’s touch. “You both lost your right to the key, the way you went about it doesn’t matter.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Liam tells.

‘I’m not trying to hurt you,’ Louis echoes in his head. ‘I love you, Malik, maybe not in the same way but I still want to take care of you--’

“Shut up!” Zee cries.

Liam hushes him like he’s a small child throwing a tantrum. “It’s okay, Z, you’re okay.”

The nickname cuts Zayn deep and he takes a step back, to put space between him and Liam.

“What did Louis tell you?” He asks, thanking the heavens above that his voice holds out and doesn’t crack.

“He told he that he was a dickhead who really hurt you,” Liam explains. “He shouldn’t have done what he did, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Did he tell you that I was barely an adult when we met,” Zee starts because the anger he’s been harbouring for the past six years is finally bubbling over. “I was a kid and his manager used to pay me to fuck him because he was terrified Louis would be one of the braves ones and would come out and then he wouldn’t see as well.”

“That’s disgusting.” Liam decides.

“Right?” Zee agrees and then laughs but it’s not joyful, it’s pained. “We used to talk about it, after the fucking was done. We’d talk for hours about how much of a dickhead his manager was and how homophobic his chosen career path was.”

Liam looks sad like it was something he’d already been told but Zayn’s too far gone, he’s finally letting him relive the memories he’d buried deep for so many ears.

“Falling in love with him was so easy,” Zayn decides. “Christ, he only had to suck my dick good once and make me laugh a few times and I was gone.”

‘I’m not gay,’ Louis’ voice echoes in his head. ‘It was like shagging a mate, there weren’t any feelings involved, I’m sorry’.

Zayn should have known really, they never really kissed and when the sex was done they wouldn’t touch. They would share a blunt and talk about fixing the world but the conversation never really went deeper than that, they never really got to know each other past the obvious.

He knows now, what it’s like to shag a bi guy who leans more in favour of girls. Louis could get hard for a guy, he can find men attractive but for some reason when it comes to anything more than physical, his brain won’t let him get passed it.

He remembers being so cruel when Louis had finally ended it, he’d told him he was as bad as the people who had forced them together in the first place and the hurt expression Louis had given him following that outburst still haunts him to this day.

But he knows now, Louis was a kid himself, he was trying to figure out himself too. It was sad that he had to use Zayn to do it but Zayn doesn’t resent him, not for that anyway.

“Zayn?” Liam asks softly, after a silence had fallen over them for quite a long time.

“I need you to leave,” Zayn decides because he’s about to break apart all over again and he doesn’t want Liam here for that. “Can you leave, please?”

“That’s what you want?” Liam checks.

Zayn nods his head but can’t lift it to meet the younger lad’s eyes.

“Alright,” Liam agrees “I’ve got a plane to catch anyway.”

“You’re going to LA?” Zayn asks, finally looking up.

Liam nods, looking hopeful. “The offer is still there for you to come with me?”

“What as this time?” Zayn replies spitefully. “Can’t be much left on the roaster, right?”

Liam nods, taking the hit because he must know he deserves it. “Well, it’s there if you want it, I’m sure Caroline has Amara’s number, she can book you a flight, if you change your mind.”

“I don’t work for Caroline anymore,” Zayn informs him, though he’s not sure why he has a need for Liam to know that information. “But I won’t be needing Amara’s number so I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

“You don’t work for Caroline anymore?” Liam asks shocked.

Zayn shrugs.

“Why?” Liam pushes.

Zayn shrugs again and drops his gaze to Liam’s stupid air max trainers, they’re the most recently released ones and it’s just a reminder of how much money is in this guy’s bank account.

“Why, Z?” Liam pleads this time.

“Because I’m done,” Zayn answers finally and looks back up to meet Liam’s eyes. “It’s my turn to call the shots over my body and life.”

Liam steps forward tentatively. “Come to LA with me?”

“You can’t buy me anymore, Liam.” Zayn reminds him.

“I don’t want to,” Liam promises. “I want you come willingly, I want you to come because you want to, I want you to come because...”

“What?” Zayn demands when the sentence trails off.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Liam concludes. “You’re so fucking much, Zayn. You’re too much and I probably don’t deserve you but if you were willing to give me a shot I’d really hope you could fall in love with me too.”

“It’s been one week.” Zayn says a little breathless because he wasn’t expecting love.

“My sister always said I went in to things heart first with my head taking a long time to follow,” Liam admits and reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. “She said it what made me such a good song writer but it has led to a lot of heartbreak in my lifetime, I’ll admit.”

Zayn lets that information sink in to his brain and realise he’d spent a lot of their time together, putting a lot of his past traumas on to this boy, all because of who had made their interaction happen. He’d never thought there would be a chance that while he was so focused on his own haunting memories, the beautiful boy he’d been spending his time with might have been returning his feelings.

“It was her on the phone.” Liam tells him.

“What?” Zayn asks confused.

“It was Roo, my sister, she was who I was talking to when you overheard the conversation.” Liam explains. “She worries a lot, if I told her I was with you at the cabin, I would have got a lecture.”

“Because you were falling in love with a prostitute?” Zayn asks because hearing that conversation had still hurt him.

“I rang her on my way back from Scotland,” Liam continues with a sad smile. “She called me an idiot, said I had my very own pretty woman moment and I’d been the idiot who had let it go.”

“If you’d tried to climb up out fire escape you would have probably died.” Zayn admits. “It’s not safe, at all.”

Liam looks very confused by that response.

“You really need to watch the damn film if you’re going to reference it, Liam.” Zayn says frustrated.

“We could watch it on the plane to LA?” Liam suggests. “I have a meeting with Simmons but I was thinking there might be a few studios we could check out.”

“I don’t--”

“Want my money,” Liam finishes for him. “I know, I thought about that--the hour long flight back from Scotland was a long one, okay? I had a lot of time to plan and think.”

Zayn nods for him to explain his idea.

“I’ll buy a studio,” Liam starts and when he’s sure Zayn isn’t going to interrupt. “Then when your art starts making money, you can pay me rent for that studio.”

“It’ll be at a discounted price?” Zayn guesses.

“I could think of another form of payment.” Liam jokes, it’s a bad one considering how they met.

Zayn frowns.

“It was a joke,” Liam assures him. “It’ll of course be at a discounted price but I don’t even know if it’ll have to be, I’ve seen your art, Z. The kids in LA, they’re going to lap that shit up, lots of rich trust fund kids have nothing better to do than pretend they understand your art.”

Zayn snorts. “Great, I’ll be pouring my heart and sole in to pieces for them to be hung up in rooms of rich college kids so they can stare at them to stop themselves coming to quick.”

“If you don’t like that idea,” Liam says quickly. “We have a design team at the label, they work with artists for like album covers and posters and shit. They could really do with an artist like you, someone to think outside the box.”

“You really have thought this over.” Zayn observes.

Liam nods his head several times. “The minute you left the cabin, I couldn’t think of anything but how to get you back.”

“You love me?” Zayn checks again.

Liam nods, the smile Zayn adores taking over his face completely. “I love you.”

“Fuck,” Zayn replies and finally closes the gap between them. “I think I love you too.”

“You do?” Liam asks, worrying his lip between his teeth.

Zayn reaches his hand up to tug it out. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Liam replies.

Zayn’s the one who leans in and seals it with a kiss but Liam’s the one who slips a hand around his back to tug their bodies completely together, not an inch of them not touching.

They stand like that for the longest time until Harry and Niall’s overpowering personas fill the apartment again.

Zayn breaks the LA news to Harry softly but it’s Liam who makes the news easier for his best friend by promising to fly them both out whenever they want for however long they want.

Harry still looks a bit reluctant but it’s one simple gesture that has an easy smile pulling at his lips and it’s Liam kissing Zayn on the cheek before he gets up to help Niall make a round of teas. The moment a happy smile pulls at Zayn’s lips, it mirrors on his best friends and like that he knows he’s got his blessing.

#there's heavy zouis featured to round this fic up #sorry my otps have always been fucked #but mushy ziam in the very end to make up for it #ziam #ziam fic #writing #ngwlmg #zayn malik #liam payne #also currently writing an epilogue because I can never write fics like this without one #sorry if this is just filling peoples dashes and no one cares #but I need it done

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