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Character Intro: Favian (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 34 (immortal)

Location- Skyline district, New Olympus

Personality- An enlightened individual, he's quite pragmatic, creative, and values his capacity for deep thoughts & appreciation for the arts. There's always a new question or theory on the horizon. He's single.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of philosophy his other powers/abilities include photokinesis & telepathy. He also has various specialized powers based on the different schools of thought and philosophy.

Favian lives in a spacious condo at The Parthenos Plaza, a luxury building in the Skyline neighborhood of New Olympus. He shares the condo & is roommates with his best friend Neicus (god of debate & appeal).

The inside of the condo is exquisitely spotless and organized. The interior design is sleek & modern with colors of steel gray, royal blue, cream, and beige. They pooled their money together & was able to buy the largest (and most expensive) flat screen TV on the market- measuring at 150 inches & costing 220,000 drachmas from iCHOR Tech. The TV is made with ultra chroma technology, has 4K ultra picture quality, built in Wi-Fi, and is touch screen operated as well as bluetooth friendly.

Favian has a single pet, his animal companion- a she-dragon named Dreamseer. A slender beauty, she's primarily covered in vibrant dark blue-green scales with silver crests and teal wings. She's his usual mode of transportation.

His immediate family includes his younger sister Sophia (goddess of thought). They're as close as any brother & sister, a constant thing for them getting into heated debates through text and in person, though all in good fun! Biweekly, they have a family dinner, usually at Sophia's brownstone.

A go-to drink for him is earl grey tea. He also likes dry martinis, scotch on the rocks, ginger ale, manhattans, white russians, mineral water, pinot noir, orange juice, and gin & tonics. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include olympian sized london fog lattes, a large roast coffee, as well as a large iced green tea.

He likes listening to classical, rock, alternative, rap, and traditional Greek music.

Favian starts off his mornings at home doing a session of tobata yoga before jogging through Eaglepoint Park, ending the early hours with use of his premier gym membership at Fit to be a God.

For breakfast he almost always goes for the spinach & artichoke baked egg souffle from The Bread Box.

One of his biggest vices are cigars- especially ones that are rolled with tobacco sourced from the Underworld.

In keeping with his "outworldly" way of thinking, Favian is a firm believer of traveling, being exposed to different people & cultures. He's been to most states in Olympius (including the deserted island Sicilios) and has traveled to the Underwater realm twice. He's currently planning his upcoming sabbatical to the Underworld.

A guilty pleasure for him are olympian sized cajun fries from Olympic Chef.

Favian is the latest male deity to be on a billboard in Acropolis Square modeling Thunderstruck briefs, the king's underwear brand.

For his most recent birthday, he was gifted a pair of Celestial Bronze cufflinks from his best bro!

Favian's main job is overseeing the philosophy department at New Olympus University. He personally teaches the ethics class.

He's also an acclaimed writer of a few academic textbooks as well as literary works- including a popular steampunk series titled The Machinery of Alchemists.

For other work/means of income he models for Platinum Alchemy, is a frequent guest co-host on the Nocturnal Thoughts podcast, and is a contributing writer for O Dianooumenos.

He's also an executive producer on an upcoming social experiment TV show created and hosted by Litismós (goddess of culture).

His social circle includes Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule), Pathos (god of emotion), Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge); his beloved mentor, his sister's girlfriend Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Tmolus (one of The Ourea), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Psionikós (god of the mind), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Aplistos (god of avarice), Aion (god of time, eternity, & the zodiacs), Moros (god of doom), Nomos (god of laws), Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language), Axiótimos (god of honor), Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Horkos (god of oaths), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), and Achelous (god of freshwater).

Favian also admires Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance).

His favorite dessert is the tiramisu from Hollyhock's Bakery. He also likes his sister's rasmalai.

As far as his romantic life, Favian is enjoying his singledom after getting out of a long term relationship with Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon). It's been awkward still being in contact with each other seeing how Favian is a financial backer for her business.

Now he's keeping romantic encounters on the casual side.

Favian hooked up with a siren dancer at a burlesque show he went along with Momus & Neicus.

He's had a one night stand with Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy).

He's currently seeing a model named Almada, who's a maenad.

Favian appreciates his close bond & friendship with Dimósia. They posted videos of themselves doing viral dances on Fatestagram and has even slept over each other's places. There have been a few times where he wonders if there could be more.

His most viewed video on his PanopTube channel is his vlog at The Luxe where he partook in the most expensive tacos (along with Neicus)- a gold flake infused corn tortilla added with kobe beef, beluga caviar, black truffle brie cheese, and an exotic salsa blend made from scorched tartarus peppers sourced from the Underworld). It cost a whopping 25,000 drachmas!

In his free time Favian enjoys reading, basketball, writing, football (soccer), yoga, chess, bike riding, going to the cinema, meditation, going to museums, and cricket.

His all time favorite meal is spanokopita with his sister's chicken saagwala.

"The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark."

[awhilde]

heyy idk if u do requests but can you make more kaeya headcanons? i really loved urs!! it can be angst or fluff idrc <34

fighting alongside kaeya -- a drabble

help sorry for the wait! i've been really busy lately with school but i hope this is okay nonetheless <3 i'm posting on my phone rn and the format is probably going to look really bad but :D i'll change that later. sorry abt it not being a hc, i felt like that kind of format would have been a little icky with this content but i’ll be sure to post more genshin hcs in the future! thank you for requesting!!!

neways,,, here is : the drabble

as a fatui, your interests settled not within the complex arrangements of snippy political meetings nor the sense of superiority that came with the job, but stemmed instead from the thrill of battle.

as a polearms user, you were usually fighting front lines, head and center, wherein your body was subjected to the constant risk of death. it is inherently clear that any misshap on the battlefield was sure to cause the loss of a limb, sure to render you useless in the field. perhaps, though, this was the element that had hooked you into such an establishment, where the line drawn between right and wrong were blurred.

every arrow that whisks past every vulnerable patch of skin, millimetres too close, every claymore that shook the ground by your feet and every wound from an elemental attack left your blood buzzing in your veins and a grin etched on your face.

the truth of the matter was, regardless of whatever the fatui delved themselves into, you stuck with then despite knowing the consequences. this statement held true especially during this era whereupon you were sure the fatui had stumbled upon something outworldly this time around though, what other organization could possibly satisfy your need for danger? the knights of favonius? don't kid yourself, there was no way such a stiff and boring group could offer you such joys in life.

so you had declared to yourself. but the moment you stepped foot into the bustling city of music and freedom, your perspective wavered.

"first time here?" the man with the blue hair asked.

your eyes examined him over your glass of wine (the bartender saying something about dandelion wine?), before nodding. "yeah, what's it to you?"

the man twirled his drink and laughed. "no need to be so hostile, we're just exchanging greetings. what kind of citizen would i be if i didn't greet a visitor to my homeland?"

your eyes traced the short distance between your chairs before sending him a narrowed glare. "awfully close to a stranger, aren't you? where's your sense of danger?"

"you could say i'm quite confident in my abilities. if you need a bodyguard for when you walk around town, i'm always available." the wink he sent you made you snort.

"as thankful as i am, i'd have to pass." you stood fro your chair, intending to settle your bill and leave.

"are you sure? they say the city gets dangerous when it gets darker."

you headed towards the door, aware when you feel a presence follow you from your seat. "surely you have something more fulfilling to do than bother random people?"

"ah, i'm simply worried about a friend exploring an unknown city. where's your sense of danger?"

you laugh and turn to him, a weary smile on your face. "you could say i'm quite confident in my abilities." and with that, you left the noisy tavern behind you, letting the jingle of the bells signal your departure. despite how comfortable you had felt around the blue haired man, you knew connections with other people never lasted, especially because of the person you were.

"now," you muttered to yourself, the city of freedom welcoming your stay. "where do i go from here?"

the blue haired man never appeared in your mind again, the short conversation dissipating as quick as it had occurred. instead, you were fairly occupied with some dragon business you had been sent to settle, and a certain green haired god you had been sent to dispose of. fatui lacked the skill of anemo and it was an understatement to say you were excited to meet in combat with the bard.

he certainly proved difficult to catch, escaping time and time again through the help of a mysterious blonde individual and their floating companion.

strange.

excitment was quick in morphing into surprise however, when your eyes fell on the man in front of you in the present time, deep, deep into a dungeon. his own widened as they rested on yours, an easy grin sliding onto his face.

"have we met?" he said.

you brandished your weapon in front of you, defensive in your stance. "can't really say. you don't seem particularly memorable."

the girl beside him, adorned in red, nudged his side. "do you know them, kaeya?"

kaeya shrugged. "you heard them. apparently not."

you gesture dismissively off to the side. "step aside if you don't want to be killed. i only came for the bard."

the odd outsider stepped in front of venti, your target, and shook their heads. their hands crept to the hilt of their blade with a gleam in their eyes. neither kaeya or the girl made any decision to move.

"nope! paimon says you have to go through us first!" the floating creature taunted.

you smirked, pulling out your polearm. "i was hoping you'd say that!"

not letting the group of four utter another word, you leapt into the air, twirling your weapon above you. the surprise in their eyes as they followed your body sent adrenaline pumping. upon impact, you swiped at their feet causing them to jump back.

"oi, that's not fair!" paimon complained and you made a jab at her, purely to shut her up. your polearm clanged against the metal of a sword as you did so, knock in your aim off course. frost covered your fingers as you withdrew and you shook them off with a smile.

"cyro?" you asked.

kaeya grinned back. instead of replying however, he darted forward, causing you to raise your weapon in defense. his eyes caught the movement and hit your blade front on. the blow was strong enough to send you a step back, and you gritted your teeth against the pressure.

you eyes wondered to seek out a weak spot when you noticed one if his hands had left the hilt of his blade.

with one swift movement, his hand pressed against the side of your stomach, freezing the fabric of your shirt. you hissed at the sudden pain, and pushed your strength into one singular blow, knocking him out.

you cradled your side with a crooked smile. your target switched from venti to kaeya in that moment, channelling your elemental power a tad bit earlier than you had expected.

but, well, the fatui would just have to deal with it.

electrical powered fuelled your polearm, the rush of sheer energy tingling your skin. sending a series of attacks at the approaching kaeya, you allowed the super conduct to double the damage done to his health. similarly, your health dropped with every injury, a byproduct from your own attacks.

eyes identifying an entry, you ducked under an incoming attack and thrusted your weapon into his stomach, halting just before the metal touched his skin. your breath condensed in the close proximity, panting from the combat.

kaeya looked down at you with interest. "was there something else you needed?"

you frowned. "i have you trapped and the first thing you do is joke? what's wrong with you?"

he jokingly raised his hands in the air, you drawing slight satisfaction in the way he hesitated while doing the action. "i would be more concerned but you seem to have no real interest in killing me. this i understand, i am rather beautiful."

your blade poked his skin in warning. before you could snap back with your own retort, and the fiery words at the back if your throat would have been enough to do so, the earth beneath your feet trembled. your head whipped up to check your surroundings, settling on the door that had now opened. the other members sheepishly stood beside the key to the door.

"oh."

the time it took for your limbs to move was not enough, for it had only taken you a moment to blink before the tables turned and you found yourself under the man you once held captive.

he had dismissed your polearm in your moment of surprise and fallen into you, using his hands to push your shoulders to the ground.

your breath left your lungs at the impact and your weapon flew from your hand, clattering as it met the floor.

kaeya looked down at you with the ease of a predator. "hey. funny how the tables turn, huh?" despite being defenseless, he remained above you, even when the rest of his group joined him by his side. it is only when paimon questioned his motives does he stand, making sure his hands never left a part of your body, something he deemed necessary so as to not let you escape.

paimon cocked her head at the sight, at the smug kaeya and at you who looked furious at the treatment. "well, looks like the fatui will be joining us."

you snorted. "what makes you think i'll be helping you?"

paimon looked down at your hand which laid limp in kaeya's grasp. "paimon thinks it doesn't look like you have a choice. looks like kaeya's taken an interest in you."

kaeya sent you a wide smirk.

you huff, turning away from his blue eyes that saught to gauge your expression. but your hands never left his, your eyes never looking for an exit, not even when the group began to move into the next section of the dungeon. something about the warm atmosphere of a carefree group whose only worries were that of becoming emergency food settled the roar for bloodlust. you found yourself cozy, an experience you hadn't felt since your childhood. you no longer held onto your polearm as if it was a lifeline, no longer enhanced your senses as you walked, no longer stood firm and upright.

it felt like it suited you, you who had only just escaped the age of 19.

and when the battle against stormterror fell upon you and the group, you found yourself fighting not for the thrill of spraying blood into the atmosphere, but for the synced dance you and kaeya created as you fought back to back.

[justfangstvdto]

Open Coffin | Chapter 18: “Walking the Razor´s Edge”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Chapter Summary: With the new, yet old threat upon them, Kol and the reader plotted a dangerous and outright ludicrous plan to gain the upper hand. But as it happens with most plans, there are always variables that can´t be precalculated.

Warnings: whole bunch of angst, tinges of fluff, fighting, weapons, moderate cliffhanger, typical tvd violence, canon divergence

Word count: 3897

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Fear.

A great motivator or the worst enemy. Like love or desperation, it makes you do questionable things. Some precalculated others impulsive and reckless, either way

It's safe to say you, as well as Kol, got wrapped in fear´s tight grasps, the realization slapping you in the face, that the moments you will create today might be your last. That is if the rumours of the white oak stake are true.

You spend the night, plotting and scheming, trying to foresee every possible outcome and strategy. What it boiled down to is a plan with help from the unlikeliest allies; Kol´s family.

Mae also offered her help, including every sparable Crow member.

But there is one simple question remaining;  is your plan good enough?

Your fingers tip on the steering wheel, the underside of your daylight ring bumping against the porous leather. The car keys are still in the ignition, dangling with the motions as you bring the car to a hold in front of the Grill.

The wind is utterly still and the sun shines high in the sky with not a single cloud in the sky. But as it is with weather like this, there's a storm already lurking to drown out the sunshine. Just a change of temperature and the pendulum would swing the other way.

Funny how the weather reflects your current situation, as if who or whatever is in charge is holding up a big bright warning sign.

Yesterday, everything seemed so clear and it felt like things might be okay for once. And now,...you´re back where you started. Another enemy to outsmart, another fight to endure, another war to win. And you wonder if your relationship with Kol would remain the same if the wars were over. If there wouldn't be enemies to outsmart and fights to win, would you be the same?

“Y/N.”  Kol´s voice doesn't quite reach you in your tunnel vision “Darling, stop.”

The touch of his hand pulls you back to reality and you´re met with a worried, but outworldly kind

“I´m sorry, I- “ You take a breath “We´re walking on the razor's edge her with all of this and I can't help but-”

“But to wish things were different,” Kol says, sharing the same feelings.

“Yeah. Is it so I just want to floor this car and get the hell out of doge.”

“Perhaps we should.” Kol shrugs. He knows that the apple pie life vision his mother orchestrated won't be reality any time soon, if at all, but he wants nothing more than to give you a moment to breathe. Because you seem desperate for a moment of utter serenity. And so is he himself, preferably as far away from the family that has nothing but forsaken him time and time again.

But for now, there's no escaping any of it.

“What about your siblings? If even one of them… “ You can't even finish the sentence, so horrid the thought “I can't take that chance. I can't lose you again.”

“You won't lose me.” Kol says, much more confident that he feels “This will not be the end of us.”

“But- “

“It won't.” He shakes his head.

“How do you know? It wouldn't be the first time fate screwed us over. Actually,  I can roll out a list if you want.”

“A plan orchestrated by your brilliant mind accompanied by my wickedness can't possibly fail. Besides, if you´re half as determined like you were the first time I saw you, we have nothing to fear. “

“The first time you saw me I was scared shitless by your reputation. Little ordinary me against the infamous Kol Mikaelson. I was anything but determined.”

“You´re anything but ordinary, you´re a miracle. But that is not what I meant.” The confused look on your face raises the edges of his mouth into a smile “I saw you arrive in New Orleans with Mae. I didn't know who she was, but I knew at the first glance that you'll be trouble. I couldn't have been more accurate”

“Hey! I´m not that bad.” You extend your arm tp give him a slight push.

“You are. You have me wrapped around your fingers” He intervenes his fingers with yours, and brings it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on them.

“Don't tell me you're complaining.”

He shakes his head “I would never.”

“Good.” You smile at him and all the worry seems to be drowned out, like the short moment of silence when you´re passing under a bridge when it rains.  

But this moment is as fleeting as the cover of the bridge. This time, however, it´s the clocktower in the distance, turning to another new hour.

“I guess it's now or never, right?” You sigh.

“Ready?” 

“Ready.”

The Grill is deserted, just like you wished it to be. Matt wasn't keen on leaving his workplace to you when you called him mere hours before opening, but the prospect of innocent people being harmed or killed if anyone tries to attack would be exceptionally worse.

“Have I mentioned how much I dread this town? We could be on the other side of the earth by now. Maybe at a beach somewhere with toes in the sand, or high up a mountain yelling profanities in the wind…..wouldn't that be nice?”

He laughs “And we will do just that.”

“If we survive dealing with the evil queen and her devil son.”

We...a word so simple and comforting yet so terrifying and skin-crawling at once. Kol must admit that he would never be tired of hearing it.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” You go on “Trusting him I mean?”

No. “For now it has to be.”  

The door swings open, your entire being tensing up as you anticipate an incoming threat.

As it turns out you're not far off classifying the creature stepping in as exactly that.

“Speak of the devil and the devil will come,” Klaus announces himself.

Oh, how he loves an entrance.

“Nik, you made it!” Kol calls with a fake smile on his lips.

His excitement almost sounds believable. Almost.

Klaus looks around the empty chairs and booths, much to his displeasure. He wouldn't have had anything against a little bloodshed.

“And here I thought you two know how to have fun. What a pity.” He says

Having Klaus with you most likely is the worst part of your plan, but he's the one with the most targets on his back. You have to do whatever you can to protect him as well.

“We do, but we don't want to trouble any bystanders with your presence,” Kol replies, barely capable of standing his brother's company.

Klaus, on the other hand, laughs, taking Kol´s obvious truth of how he feels, as a joke. Or at least he's pretending to take it as that. With Klaus, you never know his true intentions - one thing you despise most about him.

“You´re an awfully good mood considering your mother wants to kill you.”

“Some might be scared in the face of death, me,  I revel in it.”

Liar.

You saw the surprise in his eyes when you told him about his mother's plans yesterday, at the ball. He's scared shitless and you can't help but feel the slightest bit amused.

“So are we gonna day drink, or what?” You hop off the barstool on and walk behind the fully stocked bar. Numbing alcohol might not be the most genius idea when you're expecting a fight, but what else is there to do? Besides, enduring Klaus presence only works well while not being sober.

Kol changes seats, switching from the far left to the middle to get as much space between you and Klaus. He's not taking any chances.

“So I'm guessing, bourbon, bourbon and for me...bourbon?” You point your finger two both of them and yourself, sliding glasses over the sleek surface, filling them up generously.

The vibrating of your phone alerts you, and you look at it, reading the text message while returning to your seat “It's Mae.” You tell your original companions “She still searching for the spell to unlink you, but she might be able to locate the remaining white oak.”

“You and Maeyra friends...now there's a revelation I did not see coming.” Klaus smiles, tracing his finger on the edge of his glass “People quake only with the sound of her name, never in my dreams would I guessed you, oh so dutiful Y/N, could be one of her Crows.”

Crows, the bringers of death...You haven't heard that name in years.

“What can I say, I'm full of surprises.” You shrug “But as good as it was,  I´m not part of her group anymore, thanks to you.”

In truth, there was more to it than that, but Kol´s daggering on Christmas 1914 was certainly the turning point.

“What about you, brother?” Kol weighs in, turning the tables on Klaus for once “She seemed to hate you as much as everyone else in this pathetic town. What did you do?”

“Now why would you assume I am to blame?”

“Oh, I don´t know, a thousand years of experience?”

If looks could kill, Klaus would´have been buried, dug up and killed once more for good measure

“That's not quite the accurate number, now is it? I remember there were several ... dark years.” Klaus says, the triumphing smile on his face sickening.

Kol knuckles are white with the force his fingers dig into the fabric of his pants, restraining himself from running the plan with his rage.

You grasp his hand holding it under the extended bar surface, and he calms, slowly but surely letting go of the tension.

“How about you don't evade the question and just answer it for once. What did you do?” You weigh in.

In all the time you spend with Mae and her people, she rarely talked about anything regarding herself. There were only a few times where she talked about her past. At that time you didn't mind, you didn't really care either, but considering how she glared at him, you are more than curious

“Well, Maeyra was...difficult to control. I as former King of the Quarter and she the Queen of the Underground did not find common ground.”

Those two King and Queen of two kingdoms. Sounds like a horrifying combination.

“And I assume you took something from her like you always do regain said control?” You ask, knowing Klaus´ ways to well for comfort. Observing him all those years finally pays out it seems.

“I am afraid so. I took away what she held most dear.” Klaus says, his smile fading for but a second. If you don't know him better, you could think it was regret that overshadowed him. But it's Klaus. There is not a single remorseful bone in his body.

“And what would that be?” Kol digs deeper.

There hasn't been much Mae held dear, except her principles and her people. And one other precious part she lost. Her powers.

“You turned her.” You conclude  “And with that, you took away her powers.”

No wonder she couldn't look him in the eye. How could she? He took away her identity, drowning it in blood.

“Yet another victim stuck in your path of destruction, does it ever end?” Kol glares at him, disgusted by his brother actions. Kol´switch affinity makes the matter much worse.

“I presume you'll never know, will you, brother?” His voice is even, but there is no mistaking the deadly intent in it.

You have de-escalated the situation before it gets out of hand.

“Let's not bring up the past. We´re here to celebrate our newly found peace, aren't we?” You say, the word peace  sickening in Klaus presence “How about we kill time with a good ol´ fashioned round of pool?”

“Now that's an idea I fully support,” Klaus says, quickly emptying his glass before jumping off the barstool. 

Someone seems suspiciously excited.

A few rounds of pool later…

The air in the room completely shifted once you´ve played your fourth round. The tension has fallen to a bare minimum and there were even a few laughs and jokes exchanged.

If someone would've told you, you and Kol would play pool with Klaus you'd probably punch them in the face. And then punch them again for good measure.

Luckily it's all just playing pretend.

Or is it?

Amidst the game, Klaus receives a text message, and he excuses himself for a few moments.

“Is it just me or was too good to be true?” You ask Kol as you join him on the other side of the pool table “ He's scheming again, isn't he?”

“Most likely.”

Kol can't help but wonder who is on the other end of that text message. Is it his mother? Would Klaus stoop so low as to make a deal to spare his own life?

“I guess we need another bottle then.  I´m gonna go and look for the good stuff in the basement. This one is starting to burn a hole in my stomach” You press a peck on his lips “Be right back”

Kol leans on his hand holding the cue, looking at the current alignment of balls on the pool table. One, in particular, sparks his attention. He moves the 8 ball away from the next shot he has his eyes on, giving himself more room to win.

“I was hoping to get you alone,” Damon says, the door swinging closed behind him.

“Stealing lines now, are we?” Kol says “ And here I thought you learned your lesson.

“Yeah, I've never been the best student.” Damon shrugs.

“Very well then.” Kol breaks the cue in half “I think I have to teach you some manners.”

The sound of breaking furniture reaches through the open basement door, your heart dropping to your knees. Panic fills your veins, as you ascend the stairs speeding into the main room almost dripping over a bloody cue.

Kol lands a hard punch on Damon´s jaw, right as you step in,  the bones cracking in impact.

All around, narrow gashes cut into the wood floor as though it is soft as flesh. The air crackles with tension, electrified with the polarising emotions in the room.

You´re frozen in place, not knowing If you should add to the tension or eliminate it. One strategy turns into two, doubles into 4 and still, you´re not moving.  

The door swings open and Alaric comes in, armed to the teeth with various weapons including first and foremost a sawed-off shotgun presumably filled with wooden bullets.

Damon that bastard brought backup.

“Y/N, go!” Kol yells as he twists Damon´s hand away from his neck. The last thing he wants is you to get hurt because if his unfortunate relationship with his family.

Damon seizes Kol´s distraction and lands a punch himself and you shift your weight on the balls of your feet, ready to lunge at them.

“I don't think so” The clicking of Alaric's loaded gun interrupts your momentum “Don't move.”  

The cold metal presses into your backside, but you don´t evade your eyes. You keep them locked on Kol who kicks Damon into a nearby table with his foot. He would be dead already if Kol could bring himself to kill him. But he can´t. He knows that you would never forgive him, even though you´re not on the best terms with your brothers.

While Damon groans in pain, Kol looks back, your eyes locking.  

You share a nod, the silent communication enough to convey your strategy.

It's nothing you haven't done before.

You turn around and grab Alaric's gun at the barrel, pushing it upwards to collide with Alaric´s nose. He stumbles back and blood begins to spill from his nostrils.  

Alaric might be a skilled hunter, but he lacks supernatural speed.

“I don't want to hurt you. You should leave.” You tell him, hoping that for once he would choose his life over his hunter duties.

“Are you alright?”  You ask Kol looking over your shoulders briefly, the scene of Damon unconscious on the floor.

“Your brother is relentless,” Kol says, moderately impressed

“I know. He's like a cockroach sometimes.”

You turn our attention back to Alaric that groaning on the ground. Never turn your back on a hunter - the 101 of vampire survival.

But there´s another addition to that rule; never turn your back on a Salvatore either.

Kol's scream of agony feels like someone´s scraping your insides with sharp, hot nails. You turn around, just to witness the dagger's tip pierce his heart. He falls to his knees.

“1 point for cockroach,” Damon says and gives the dagger another push.

Kol´s legs give out and he falls to his knees, the whisper of your name on his lips as he loses consciousness.

“NO!”

Devastation overcomes your whole being as the same words keep repeating in your mind; It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault…

If he wouldn't have been distracted Damon would already be unconscious with a broken neck. You did this to him.

Failure

Failure

Failure

A range of emotion fills your being;  guilt, devastation, failure - but with them another, revving emotion arises like a lifeboat amidst the ocean;

Anger.

And anger build out of fear is the most deadly forms of it all.

Not even the piercing pain of one of Alaric´s wooden projectiles, barely missing your heart nor the feeling of your knees touching the blood dripped floor distract you from the reviving qualities anger brings.

Your skin feels as if layered with a filter, red-hot burning, tipping the scale

Alaric's boots bend the floor behind you, the tips pressing into your backside.

There's only one strategy remaining: steering the boat against the current. Or to simplify it; to go balls to the wall.

“Game over,” Alaric says, his voice slightly muffled as he wipes his bleeding nose with his sleeve.

Your sinister laugh bounches of the walls, the volume surprising yourself.

“Oh, really?”

Ignoring the piercing pain you slide your foot over the floor, colliding with Alaric's feet: He loses his balance, and he falls backwards, his head colliding with the floor.  You rip the stake out of your chest with as much care as you can, the groan falling from your lips sounding more like a growl. You throw the stake to the side, the sound of it bouncing on the floor before it rolls away fills the empty room.

You crawl over to Alaric who's lying flat on his back, still heaving for air. You get a hold of the hem of his shirt, yanking him in your direction and you trap his head between your thighs, squeezing the air out of his lungs. Alaric struggles to free himself, his balled fist slamming on the floor as the air drains out of him. He struggles, shifts - even scratches but to no avail.

If you were a mere human, it would take about 60 seconds for them to squeeze another person´s air out of his lungs, luckily due to your semi-immortality, I takes much less before Alaric passes out due to lack of oxygen.

You release him and jump to your feet without any struggle.

Now to deal with your backstabbing brother.

“Damon!!” You growl, blood from your pierced intestine spilling from your mouth.

Fury colours your vision red as you growl his name, your voice echoing in the empty room. You pick up Alaric´s gun filled with wooden bullets on your way out, your gaze not wavering from your target.

Target….that's all he is at this point.

Damon looks back and your eyes meet. Yours seem darker and scarier in the distance, and he turns around, hurrying to get Kol out of the open door into the alleyway. When he looks back a second time he's met with Klaus hands around his neck, the skin already greying from the joined effect of the dagger.

“I should've killed you months ago,” Klaus growls, ready to rip him apart if need be.

“Get your hands off him.” You say, your voice dangerously calm as you walk out into the darkening alley  “He's mine.”

Klaus brows shoot up in surprise. He might have underestimated you after all. He lets go of Damon's neck and drugs out of the line of fire. His hands wrap around the dagger in Kols heart in an instant, pulling it out.

How ironic to see Klaus retract a dagger for once.

You close the distance between you and Damon with a few fast steps until he´s pressed against the brick wall, the barrel of the gun resting against his heart.

Klaus watches the scene unfold, observing how far you would go with the upper hand you´ve been dealt.

“You're not gonna shoot me.” Damon shakes his head.

“Oh, you vastly underestimate my character.”

In the shadowed alleyway only you can see the look in his eyes as he looks down at the barrel.  he's terrified.

Good.

A/N: Damn. Someone needs to take chill pill, amirite? Not that I didn´t enjoy writing anger fueled action scenes :D But what did you think? Any form of feedback/constructive criticism is as always welcome.

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can i have the overlay you use? /nf

mhm ！ I found it from one of our moots but I don't remember which one. 💧💧💧💧

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Hii!! Would you be able to do luka (alnst) replycons? Thank you so much!

⠀posted ！🦭(link) hope you like them !!!