#since nik is with ash in canon

[crqstalite]

4/6 of those on the lineup have been paired with kaidan at some point in time and im not proud. surprised? no. absolutely not. i know my habits.

but four is a Number. more than one.

[emo-and-confused]

AYO WE'RE BOTH HYPERFIXATING ON C!NIKI!!!!! GIVE ME UR C!NIKI HEADCANONS PLS I BEG

I WAS LAYING IN BED DOING HOMEWORK AND I SAW THIS ASK AND WHEN I SAY I THREW MY COMPUTER TO THE SIDE AND JUMPED UP TO START PACING THE ROOM-

(everything is based on the characters unless stated otherwise)

okay okay. so baker!niki is canon. but i’m going farther with that. the bakery was one of the hearts of L’manberg. there was alway people there, even if niki wasn’t baking or working. there was always someone there. during the days where fighting and war and battles were slow? during the days where people needed a break and needed rest and needed to feel safe? people were there. it was where they went, where niki baked for them, where they healed.

she would bake bread and cakes and cookies. she would bake apple roses and cinnamon twists.

tommy and tubbo would nap on the seats and try (fail) to help niki with baking bread. she would only let them help after hours, knowing the boys needed time to be loud and to make a mess (flour would go everywhere).

wilbur would be there, doing paperwork at a booth, watching niki flit around the bakery. it calmed him.

fundy would go in, sneaking cookies under his shirt and popping cupcakes into his mouth when he thought niki wasn’t watching. (she saw him, but never said anything. only smiling and turning away).

tommy would go in when he was stressed. wilbur would sometimes trail after him, looking equally stressed, holding papers full of battle strategies that he needed tommy’s help with (cause remember, tommy was a general). if wilbur wasn’t following tommy, there’s a good chance tubbo was dragging him, saying he wanted niki’s baking, but actually wanting tommy to relax. other times tommy would go in alone, seaking comfort.

jack regularly helped out, since he actually listened to nik’s instructions in the kitchen.

she was l’manbergs big sister/best friend.

her love language is baking for others.

she really likes rock and indie music.

others would be in and out of the bakery, even non-l’manbergians.

when schlatt was elected, and she was suddenly being taxed, and her friends were kicked out, and her country was changing, she held strong. she kept the bakery open, but only in secret. she would bake for the pogtopia crew, but shut down the shop for the presidential cabinet.

during doomsday, after seeing ghostbur, after her breakdown, when she burned the bakery? she won’t admit it but it also burned a part of her. she tried to burn the memories, but she’ll never be able to forget.

she feels attachment to ranboo and tubbo, like a big sister, but won’t let herself get attached to them. she shows it more to ranboo than tubbo. she ignores how she still cares about tommy.

she was l’manbergs hair stylist. everyone went to her for hair cuts. she still likes cutting hair, but the most she gets to do now is trim ranboo’s hair and help shave jack’s.

she has trouble letting herself bake for the syndicate. she’s relaxed about it after techno’s birthday, when she baked cake for everyone, but she doesn’t want to get attached again. (its not working, she’s very attached).

she still loves puffy.

she’s extremely buff. big muscles. from both kneading bread and from fighting.

she’s got a few burned fingertips from accidentally touching the hot oven.

she’s got scars on her arm from burning l’mantree.

her hair is uneven and jagged cause she doesn’t trust herself to cut it, not anymore, and the fire burned a bit of it off.

hair dye was and is used as a coping mechanism.

niki is the one who taught tommy how to sew. she’s forgotten how to do it as well as she used to, but he’s progressed. her hands shake too much now.

sometimes she can’t help but see everything on fire. she looks at a tree and sees it burn. she looks at a house and sees it in ashes. she hates it, but she loves the fire. she loves the heat. she hates the possibility.

[literary-spirit]

Bonnie Bennett believed she'd finally discovered her good enough ending. Yet, like most things in her life good enough goes left and leaves her with another ending. Or, perhaps a fire beginning...Journey with everyone's favorite Bennett Witch to the Viking Era for much needed lessons in devotion, courtesy the Lothbrok brothers.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!

AN: Alright Bennett Fandom this one here is a bit different from what you're used to. Okay this one here is a bit different than I'm used to. Francesca has recently rediscovered Vikings and with it the sons of Ragnar. And don't you know she wouldn't rest until she brought our favorite Bennett Witch into their mess! As if our girl didn't already have her own problems. SMFH! So thanks to my lovely muse, here we are with a whole lot of trifling savagery that I'm just not so sure about. But as always I'll let you be the judge if this WIP lives to see another update. Flame it or acclaim it in comments.

“You know as much as I’ve savored the joy of tormenting you over the years-,” Klaus began.

“No,” Bonnie shook her head. She’d tried to go along with his final request. Really she did, but how could she? When in the end all he’d be was gone. “I’m sorry, bae. We’re not doing this.”

Rebekah’s eyes rolled. She released a drawn out exhale that hadn’t been necessary for her since wood ash and pointed stick tattoos were a thing. “Bonnie, don’t ruin this for him! Permit him whatever comfort he demands. He shoulders a burden you’d never be able to fathom. Can you not allow him to experience but one moment of grace? A moment Hope will undoubtedly cling to after he’s gone.”

“No, Rebekah! I’m not about to listen as the man I love gives us all a corny goodbye and pretend to be okay with it. And why the hell should Hope have a moment to cling to when she could have her father?” She gave her head another firm shake. “No, this is not okay with me,” her voice rose as she drilled visual holes through each of them. Klaus tried to shut her down with an arm around the shoulders but she curved him with a shrug, all while committing ocular homicide on him in the process. “So why the hell is it okay with you, Hybrid?” Her scorn riddled gaze darted from him back to his so called family. “Or any of you?”

“You must’ve been down on Bourbon sipping on that Absinthe again if you believe any of this shit is okay with us,” Marcel waved her off barely sparing her a glance. “We all just know Klaus is gonna do whatever Klaus wants no matter how any of us feels about it. The most dangerous place you can be when his mind’s made up is in his way. So I suggest you step out of it.”

Her neck snapped back as if she’d taken a two piece to the chin. “You think I’m afraid of the big bad wolf? I wasn’t at seventeen and if I thought for a second it would save him, I’d put his ass back in the dirt again. I take care of my own, Marcel. No matter the dangers or consequences,” she jabbed a thumb at her hybrid, “And make no mistake, that Original pain in the ass over there is mine.”

“Cute.” Marcel laughed as he rubbed at the corners of his mouth. “Bonnie, we’re his family. Each of us have known, feared, hated, respected, and loved him long before even your parents’ parents became an idea. Hell, even after everything he’s dragged me through, there’s not a drop of blood I wouldn’t bleed for him.”

“Then stand behind those words and do something, Marcel,” she pleaded, because at this point she wasn’t above begging for the only bright spot remaining in the dim bleakness that had become her life seven years before.

“What would you have us do, Bonnie?” Elijah questioned in a barely engaged tone.

Bonnie turned to consider him. A perpetual moroseness now cloaked the one she’d once believed to be noble. His arrogance hadn’t been quite the same since the restoration of his memories. More and more he’d begun to remind her of Finn. She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine. Since discovering what Klaus planned to do, she’d toyed with an idea she’d vowed never to indulge. Yet, under the weight of impossible desperation such vows could not stand.

“The eternal witch spell should be evoked,” she said.

“By whom?” Kol questioned. His chocolate browns moved from Freya to Hope. When both appeared to know less than him his disbelieving gawk returned to her. “You?!” Laughter burst from his mouth. “Oh Darling, I’ve witnessed that spell make a supernatural mess of the most talented witches to ever recite a chant. There’s only one destined to master the eternal witch incantation and her sorcery is said to be unmatched.” His knowing gaze drifted to Hope, and then back to her. “There’s no way you’re powerful enough to undertake the task. You’re not even the strongest witch on this block.”

Bonnie flinched. Damn it, if Kol hadn’t DOA’ed her pride. When the hell did he jump on the Bennett hate train? To hear how far his opinion of her plummeted sort of burned.

She nodded. “Okay, if not me why not Davina. You tend to enjoy blowing her horn. If she’s all you claim her to be, get her here. I’ll happily bow down if her being greater than me will save him.” She jerked her head in Klaus’ direction.

“No!” Marcel barked.

“Leave my wife out of this.” Kol zipped across the distance separating them to tower over her. His original face no longer concealed by his human deception.

Klaus rocketed forward to place himself between she and Kol. “Step away from my fiancé, baby brother. For if you harm her then you’ll be joining me in the afterlife. To hell with your bloody dagger and box.”

Ignoring Kol’s and Klaus’ dagger and the box bit, her distressed stare collided with Freya’s. “What about you? Will you help me save your brother?”

“Bonnie, that spell is much too dangerous. Even for me.” The blondes eyes offered her a thousand apologies but not one solution. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it…not now.”

Her desperation bottomed out to despair as her gaze took a hail Mary launch to the supposedly most powerful witch in the room. “Hope?”

The room erupted. You’d think she’d offered the girl a crack pipe. When she was Hope’s age she was taking down well…her dad.

“Bonnie!” Elijah yelled.

“This is madness,” Rebekah growled, taking a step in their direction. “Nik tell her!”

“We’ve already talked about this, Bekah.” Marcel shook his head and tugged Rebekah back to his side. “That doesn’t concern us.” Bonnie heard Marcel mutter.

Klaus spun away from Kol to regard her. He grabbed her face and cradled her cheeks in his palms. “Everything’s going to be alright, Love.” He whispered, before brushing his lips against hers. Liquid pain disturbed the stillness of his crystal blue stare and contradicted the hell out of his reassurance.

“How?” She tugged herself free of his grasp. “How’s everything going to be alright? You’ll be dead and then what? Life goes on? Fuck that! I’m not about to stand here and mourn a defeat I haven’t loss yet!” She whirled away and marched from the gathering. Her decision made.

Once out of sight, she hurried towards their bedroom. Inside, she closed the door and locked it. The barrier wouldn’t hold her hybrid, but the fraction of time it would provide may be all she needed to complete the spell. She fell to her knees next to the mattress. Carefully, she tugged the blanket from underneath the bed. The already prepared altar and ingredients slid out. She stared down at the athamae and exhaled. Second thoughts plagued her mental, but she shook them away. She’d come this far already. The time to bitch up and forget about it had come and gone. Now was the time to do and die, literally.

She picked up the dagger and called forth every ounce of mystical energy which bled through her veins. A swell of Bennett sorcery overwhelmed the room. Pictures rattled on the walls. The balcony doors blew open and the glass shattered. Furniture not nailed down whipped about the room like she’d caught a ride in a tornado. Steeling her nerves, she continued. She called forth her psychic energy, her huntress energy. Any and everything supernatural about her she offered to the Goddess of all in exchange for an eternity of knowledge and the fated eternal mate destined to help her defeat the Hollow.

After relinquishing her all to the Creator she sliced open her palm. Blood gushed from the wound and saturated the ingredients. A searing light illuminated the room. The bargain was struck and accepted. Now the sacrifice. She swallowed and raised the blade. Aiming it at the center of her chest, she closed her eyes.

“Bonnie, no!” Klaus’ voice penetrated the white noise blaring throughout the room. “Love, don’t do this. You won’t survive.”

She opened her eyes. He stood just beyond the enchantment circle, attempting to force his way into the barrier. “Neither will you if I don’t. Besides, if it doesn’t work I’d rather be in the ground anyway than breathe without you, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, please,” he pled as he dropped to his knees. He slammed his fist against the barrier. “Please, don’t do this. We’ll find another way. You have my word, Love!”

A sad smile flirted with her lips. “You’re lying, Klaus. If there was another way then it would already be the plan.” She plunged the blade into the cradle of her breasts. A piercing burn penetrated her chest.

“No!” Klaus’ bellow seared layers from her punctured heart. The storm of mystical energy whipping about ceased.

Her knees buckled. Klaus caught her before the ground could and cuddled her close. She attempted to talk, but a wheeze whistled pass her lips instead.

“No, Love, don’t speak.” He bit into his wrist and placed the bleeding extremity to her mouth. His blood might as well had been battery acid because she’d bet dollars to air it burned the same. Hacking coughs damn near shook her frame apart by the joints. “Why the sodding hell isn’t this working?”

“I-It’s the s-spell,” she managed to utter. “M-my death is the p-price of a-admission.”

Tears trickled from his eyes onto her face. “Why did I have to go and love you, Little Witch?” He demanded, looking beyond confused.

“B-Because its what we b-both needed at the time and no m-matter how this turns out I’ll always be indebted to you for giving me a reason. L-Love you, Hybrid…always and f-forever.” His face faded until nothing but darkness surrounded her.

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!

The abyss gave way to blinding lights. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. A cacophony of sounds battered her auditory senses. The eardrum rupturing racket nearly distracted her from the violent rocking motion. A violent rocking motion which would no doubt wrought absolute fuckery on her cyclic vomiting syndrome. Right along with the tang of salt-water, unwashed bodies, and rotten fish. The potpourri of funk came close to singeing the lining of her nostrils.

A familiar acrid burn tickled the back of her throat. On cue her belly spun a series of gold medal winning somersaults. Oh this was going to happen. Her lack of sight heightened her senses and made her that much more sensitive to all the upchuck factors swirling about her. Unable to continue to live in the darkest part of her denial and remain vomit free, she opened her eyes. The brightest day she'd ever had to tolerate greeted her light discriminating gaze. She closed her eyes once more. What in the extreme fuck? Was this some kind of hell dimension? Is that why she was only a five minute drive away from the damn sun? Oh Goddess no!

"Cade?!" She growled.

The acrid burn that flirted with the back of her throat developed a sour chunky consistency. Once again she forced her eyes open...and blinked. She was on a vessel that appeared to have hailed straight out of Vikings. Damning the unnecessary brightness and her afterlife in general, she turned and tossed up the entire contents of her stomach over the boats edge. The seafood gumbo from Rousseau's she loved nearly as much as Klaus shot from her mouth and floated one way while the wind and Hades' cruiser sailed her in another.

As gravity took her down exhaustion fucked her over. She rested her cheek on the boat's wooden ledge. Drops of putrid salt water splashed her face. Yet, her fucks to give was at a negative zero low. Not only was she dead, but more than likely so was Klaus. She'd failed him...she'd failed them. Not even eternity would be long enough to make that shit okay.

Bonnie's vision blurred. Her chest throbbed. She clawed at the pounding ache between her breasts. Goddess, it's a wonder her chest didn't have a gaping hole in it after everything her heart had lost. Shaking her latest failure from her thoughts, she turned to slouch back to the boat's floor. She then lifted her gaze to assess her surroundings. Various shades of irises gawked back at her. She froze. Oh damn! Just her luck the water was sacred. She opened her mouth to offer an apology, but snapped it closed. Wait...why the hell did everyone look like extras from the Last Kingdom?

Slowly, her gaze dropped from the filthy hairy men towering over her to what she wore. The burlap sack dress she donned stopped her ever ticking clock. And based on the breeze cooling her cakes, her La Perla's had opted to skip the journey to the other side. Her back teeth clenched. In what kind of after life had she been dropped? Was this some kind of Viking hell? Had she somehow been granted eternity with Klaus in his hereafter?

The shifting of bodies snaked her attention from Kanye's spring wear to the now parting beefy men. A sight which had her questioning her sanity emerged. Bjorn Lothbrok or at any rate the actor who portrayed him in Vikings. Was he dead and stuck on the Otherside also? Wait, was Alexander Ludwig even supernatural?

"You're not one of the slaves who was captured during the raid. One of your hue, I would've remembered." The head Viking in charge edge that resonated in Bjorn's or Alexander's voice snatched her from her contemplations. "How've you come to be upon this ship?" When she opened her mouth to speak the cold sharpened point of a sword pierced the hollow of her throat. "Speak to me of canards or sagas and I shall open your gullet."

She hesitated for a moment. What could she say? The truth would definitely get her neck split wide. "I-I'm not sure. Before...when I closed my eyes, I was somewhere else and now that I've opened them, I'm..." she glanced from the horror frozen faces of the crewmen to the beyond frightened slaves. The poor shackled souls huddled away from her in the ship crevices and corners on either side of her. She swallowed and allowed her gaze to return to Bjorn. "I'm here."

"Oh my god," she heard one of the slaves mutter in a tone that, to her surprise, sounded annoyed?

His scoff sliced the disbelief inspired silence in half. He withdrew the biting tip of his sword from her throat and sheathed it in the scabbard at his side. "Bind her hands to her feet and toss her over."

The ship erupted in a flurry of movement. Two overfed red-haired and even redder faced Viking men moved to grab her. She nearly projectile vomited her heart from her mouth.

"I know what I'm saying sounds apeshit, but I swear on everything I love, Alexander," she said slowly uttering the name and searching his face for a flare of recognition. When nothing sparked in his expression she stammered on, "I-I'm telling the truth. Please, you have to believe me, Bjorn!" A flicker of curiosity narrowed his glare. Bingo! "You can't let them kill me! Please, I don't wanna die again!"

"Halt!" He bellowed, raising a hand to stop the men from advancing, "How've you come to know of my name?"

Shit! She pressed her lips together as her mind flipped through a too short list of plausible explanations that wouldn't get her burned at a stake for witchcraft. "I-I've dreamt of you a-and of this moment." There, that didn't sound too bad. One thing she'd learned from Klaus, watching Vikings, and Google, is ancient Northman actually revered oracles and seers.

"You've dreamt of me?" He knelt before her, arresting her stare with a penetratingly incandescent blue gaze. At a deliberate methodical pace, his eyes crept over her face. Her lungs threatened to collapse under the thorough scrutiny. "Of this moment?" Unable to look anywhere other than in the irises that burned brighter than the now blazing sun, her head bobbed. A smile enticed the corners of his mouth. "Then why fear what you know will follow? Have you not prepared well to meet your fate?"

"Not if my fate resides at the bottom of the ocean," she said with a firm shake of the head, "That's an introduction I'd like to cur—avoid indefinitely."

His head tilted just so as he continued to regard her. "Name yourself."

"Bonnie Bennett," she answered.

A golden brow lifted. "Bonnie Bennett of where?"

"New-M-Mystic Falls...Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."

"I have never heard of a land with such a name," he huddled a bit closer to her, "in which direction does your homeland lie?"

Before she could answer, thick gun metal gray clouds rolled across the azure sky and swallowed the glaring sun. A sonic boom exploded somewhere in the distance, while blue streaks of lightening zigzagged its way through the stodgy swirls of gloom. And if the situation wasn't already atom splitting serious, fat drops of rain and hail the size of golf balls began to pelt them.

"This storm is unnatural!" A seaman yelled.

"What in the name of Odin will become of us? None of us shall discover the gates of Valhalla at the bottom of the sea!" A ruddy face old man with a scraggly beard roared at anyone who appeared to be listening.

Another much younger seaman, maybe a little older than herself, turned an anxious stare on Bjorn. "Do you believe the All Father has forsaken us, Ironside?"

Bjorn opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a blonde slave girl who pointed a finger in her direction, "It's her! Her very presence displeases the gods. You should heave her over and pray the sacrifice appeases them."

"You sound dumb as hell! It's no wonder you're in chains," Bonnie snapped, regretting her words as soon as they left her lips. Stupidity had nothing to do with forced captivity. Yet, that bitch had some damn nerve.

"No one will be heaving anyone over," Bjorn said, while standing from his crouch, "Raise the sails and provide the slaves with pails so they may began dumping water from the ship's floor."

A surge of magic thickened the air. The foreign sorcery incited something within her. Something unfamiliar. A bucket was pushed in her face. She took the wooden pail without looking away from the sea. The very stench of alien witchery agitated her own strange mystical energy. The fiery heat of her somehow altered super charged power practically scorched the inner lining of her veins as it raced through her vessels. Who would dare interrupt the supernatural and natural balance on this scale without justification? It was like using a heat seeking missile to take out a mosquito. Un-fucking-called for!

Instead of allowing the now aggressive powers within her the retribution it sought, she settled just to keep the occupants on the ship safe. So, while she dumped water from the boat's floor, she chanted under her breath. Soon, a protective shield formed around them in an elusive form of the previous sunny day. The Vikings and slaves alike erupted in praises to Odin.

"Yep," Bonnie forced a smile. "Praise Odin!"

"Come, Mystical One," Bjorn stood over her, his shadow casting her much needed shade.

Distrust and her impromptu guest starring role on a show which highlighted the fact that Vikings had no problems raping captives, raised her guards. Though realms out of her element, she was far from ignorant.

Her gaze moved over him in an attempt to size him up. "Where?"

"To the prow," He gestured towards the front of the ship before snatching the pail from her hands, and then tossing it aside. "I wish to learn more about you and this numinous land named Mystic Falls." When she took too long to follow he locked his hands behind his back and considered her. "If I wanted to lie with you then all I need do is have you. Do you believe anyone here would be minded to protect you?"

She lifted her chin as she glanced about the ship to see not one person watching them for concern purposes. Every eye she caught on them looked to be pre-historic Shade Room and TMZ reporters. If they had tea kettles back then they'd no doubt be ready to spill the damn things. No, Bjorn spoke the truth. No one on that confoundingly long boat would lift a calloused palm to help her.

"Alright." Exhaling, she stood and leveled him with a glare even a PMS'ing demon would be incapable of exacting. "But fair warning, no one on this ship can protect me better than me. And make no mistake, I'm not above defending my own honor."

He reached out and took her hand in his. "That is a certainty about you of which I'll never be mistaken, Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."

[nazario-sayeed]

Ease my mind (Nik x F!MC; NSFW)

Summary: After Elric's death, Nik helps MC takes her mind off things. (WC: around 3700)

Author's note: This takes place after they escape Lamrian, but it diverges from canon. I had this idea when I played the last chapter and honestly I'm thirsty for Nik and I had to get some of this out. English is not my first language and even though I reviewed this 50 times, there are probably some mistakes. My MC is named Brie. 

Special thanks to @nazariortega for reading my first draft and supporting me even when I'm being a crazy bitch with no confidence whatsoever. 

Rating: definitely +18 for sexual content. 

Tag list: @duchess-ash-flame  @lahelalove (although you might wanna skip this one, kristi) @carreraleigh @donutsgirl36 @queenkaneko @msjpuddleduck @quinnskelly @flyawayboo @brightpinkpeppercorn @jlpplays1 @desiree-0816 @sibella-plays-choices @embarrassingsmartphonegame @mfackenthal @keira1416

The group went straight to the Graveyward Shift after leaving Lamrian. It had been one hell of a night, and they were all drained- physically and emotionally. But Brie most of all. While the rest of them discussed their plan to find and kill Thomas, Brie didn't really pay attention. She was sitting at the bar, with an untouched drink in her hand while the image of the bloodwraith plunging its vicious claw into Elric's chest kept replaying on her head, over and over again.

"Brie? What do you think?" Nik's voice brought her back to reality.

"Hm? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention" she said, her voice weak and her mind elsewhere. Nik noticed the exhausted look on her face and sighed. He turned to the rest of the group looking lost for the the first time; they all seemed concerned about Brie's state.

"How about we get a night of sleep and regroup here tomorrow morning? It's no use going after Thomas right now. We should all at least try and get some rest. Garrus' wards are strong enough to protect you both for one night, right? And the bloodwraith won't come after the rest of us if we're not with you, so we'll be fine" Katherine suggested and Brie looked a bit relieved, letting out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She couldn't possibly face another monster right now. 

"That works, Katy. Thank you" Nik said, surprising the other nighthunter with his softness. That was a first for them. She gave him a knowing look and left. Cal and Vera said their quick goodbye and followed her, but Brie didn't seem to notice or care that they were gone. Her thoughts were already back on the bloodwraith and her new found- and lost- dad; she felt a shiver run through her body when she remembered that thing's brutal shriek while it came for her, with a chilling dead gaze and insatiable bloodlust, getting closer each second...

She jumped on her seat, startled, when Nik gently placed his strong hand on her shoulder. "Jeez, rookie, calm down. It's me." he said, taking the seat next to hers.

"Sorry, Nik. My head is all over the place." she sighed, exhausted. He swallowed, not sure of how to comfort her, and tentatively placed a hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. She met his eyes and smiled weakly, though there was no joy in it.

"I know the feeling, rook. We should head upstairs. You can take a shower and I'll make you some tea- or pour you a shot of snake tequila. It's your call, whatever helps" he said with a smirk, and she gave him a true half smile. They got up, said goodbye to Garrus and went to Nik's apartment upstairs.

Brie took off her bloodied peacock dress and got in the steamy shower, trying to focus on the water instead of on her stubborn thoughts about this whole night that simply wouldn't leave her alone. At some point, the water and her tears got mixed up on her face.

She left the shower and put on a white comfy robe Nik had lend her. Her silver hair was still damp, but she didn't bother wrapping it on a towel.

As soon as she left the bathroom, she flopped down on Nik's bed. He knocked on the door.

"Brie? You done?"

"Yes. Come in" she answered, and he opened the door with one hand while carrying a small tray on the other. There was a cup of tea and a shot glass filled with what she assumed was snake tequila. She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled despite of herself "Thank you, Nik".

"No problem, rook" he said, feeling a bit better for actually managing to make her smile- even if it lasted half a second. He headed to his ensuite bathroom and closed the door; a few seconds later Brie heard the water running.

She threw back the tequila shot hoping it would easy her mind. She felt it burning her throat, and it immediately made her feel dizzy. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't eaten anything in hours. She took one sip of the tea, and felt a bit calmer. Before Nik even left the shower, she had drank the whole cup and laid down on his bed her the sheets, not bothering to put clothes on- the robe was comfortable enough.

When Nik stepped out of the bathroom, Brie was staring at the ceiling. His heart broke a little when he noticed the devastated look on her face. He knew the pain of losing a parent all too well- he went through it three times. The thrice-cursed son. And having been where she was more than once, he knew that only time could truly help. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try to make her feel better. He laid down next to her, but didn't say anything. He would let her take her time- he just had to let her know he was there for her.

It didn't take long and he felt Brie's hand searching for his on the bed; she found it and gave it a small squeeze. Nik looked at her, but she wasn't looking at him. Her face seemed troubled.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked tentatively. He moved his hand so he could interlace his fingers with her. She took a deep breath.

"I can't stop thinking about Elric- my dad. I barely even knew him, I shouldn't be feeling this bad, right? But I am." she closed her eyes and when she opened them again, they were wet with tears. Her voice came out shaky "I guess I feel like all of this is my fault. Everyday you, Cal, Vera, and Katherine are out there putting yourselves at risk because of me. And now my dad- a fae Lord- is dead because of me, because that crazy bloodwraith came after me and he tried to protect me." She said in one breath, like she had been holding this for too long. She sighed again as the tears came down. She continued before Nik could say anything. "And sometimes I feel like it's not worth it, you know? Like... I'm not worth it. Maybe I should give up. Just let the bloodwraith end it once for all. If anyone else dies because of me, I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself- especially if it’s anyone I care about" the tears were coming down strong now, and she let go of Nik’s hand to wipe her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Nik sat up and pulled Brie with him, so her face was buried on his shoulders as his strong arms wrapped around her. She didn't hold it back; the tears were stroking down her face like a river, falling violently into his bare frame.

"Rook, how can you say that? You know I've had countless jobs as a nighthunter and I was damn excellent in every one of them. But I've never personally cared about a client like I do about you, Brie. We've known each other for what? A week now? When I told you the other night that it would just about kill me if something happened to you, and I wasn't lying. I'll be damned if I let anything happen to you, you hear me? We're in this together." he said, holding her so close, like if he tried hard enough, he could keep her protected inside his arms.

Eventually, her sobbing stopped and she pulled away from him. She looked into his eyes and noticed a gentler expression than she had ever seen from him. He reached out to her face and wiped some of her tears with his calloused thumb.

"You must think I'm a mess" she whispered, looking down.

"Eh, hell. Who am I to say anyone is a mess? The damn Fate calls me thrice-cursed son for a reason" he said and she let out a small chuckle.

For the first time, she noticed Nik was wearing nothing but a towel on his waist. His muscular abs were covered in drops, but she didn't know if they were from his shower or her tears. She noticed how close they were and how little clothing both of them were wearing, and her heartbeat suddenly started to quicken.

She reached out and tentatively traced a delicate finger on his stubbled jaw; he held his breath under her touch. The air between them felt electrifried as she looked up and met his intense gaze again.

"Brie.." he breathed, and before he could say anything else, she closed the distance between them, crashing her lips into his. He seemed hesitant at first, but she kissed him with so much passion that he had no other option but to kiss her back. One of his hands reached the back of her neck, wrapping her still damp hair on it, while his other arm pulled her closer by the waist. She took the opportunity to straddle him, her hands already exploring his muscular chest.

The room was too hot all at once, and Nik could feel the desire spreading through his body. Whatever he was feeling, Brie seemed to be feeling it ten times harder. But as good as it felt, Nik had to pull away. She looked kind of hurt by his gesture.

"Nik, is something wrong?" she asked, not being able to hide the disappointment on her voice. She was still straddling him, and he touched his forehead to hers.

"No, Brie, everything is fine. It's just… I don't think it's a good idea to take things further today. You're grieving and hurt, and I don't wanna take an advantage." he said, resting his hands on her hips.

"Nik, I've wanted you since I first saw you. We were interrupted that night at The Fate's house, and then again at Lamrian… I need you. For all I know, we might die tomorrow. I don't wanna wait anymore. Please, Nik, take me. Make me forget everything else, make me feel good" she pleaded, not caring about how desperate she sounded. She pulled him closer so there was no space left between their bodies, putting her lips impossibly close to his without touching.

"Damn it, rookie" he groaned, before ardently pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against him; their kiss was so fervent she could almost feel real sparks on the air.

Nik moved his mouth to her neck and began to slide the soft fabric off her shoulder, trailing warm kisses on her skin. His other hand quickly undid the lace that held her robe together, exposing her front to him. She didn't wait much longer before taking it off and tossing it carelessly to the floor. She was completely naked on his lap, his hands all over her.

"You are so gorgeous, Brie" he whispered, pulling back to admire her curves on top of him. They both could feel his arousal growing beneath the towel. She gently grinded her hips on him, trying to create some kind of friction that could fulfill her craving for him. He flipped their positions with one swift movement so she was under him. He used one hand to pin hers above her head, while propping himself on his elbow with the other. His mouth began to trace a delicate path down her throat, collarbone, the valley between her breasts…

"Oh, Nik..." she moaned, writhing beneath him, desperate for more. He moved his mouth to kiss her again, and he let go of her hands so he could use his to tease her breast until her nipple hardened under his touch. She held him by the neck, using her other hand to pull away his towel, tossing it aimless across the room. They were kissing with no barriers between them; she could feel his hardened length pressing down on her stomach. His mouth slowly traced down a path on her body, sucking lightly on her neck before kissing her chest and taking one of her breasts into his mouth; he expertly used his lips, tongue and even teeth to drive her mad with lust.

One of his hands reached between her legs, making her gasp and tighten the hold on his hair. He easily moved his fingers to pleasure her, using the perfect amount of pressure to trace small circles on her sensitive nub; it was just enough to make her struggle for breath, arching into his touch. She dug her fingers into his back, leaving half moon marks on it.

"Nik, that feels so good, please don't stop..." she begged, longing for more. He let go of her breast and kissed her again, never stopping the blissful movements of his fingers.

"Don't plan to, rook" he teased her, smiling against her lips. Her chuckle was quickly transformed into a moan when he finally plunged one finger inside her.

While she grabbed his hair, Nik moved his head lower on her body until he was kissing his way up her thighs, her legs already tossed over his shoulders. Every inch of her body that he covered with his mouth made her feel like she was catching on fire. When his lips finally met her center, she could've sworn she went to heaven and back- even though her mind was nothing but sinful now.

Brie unconsciously bucked her hip forward, wanting him impossibly closer. He held her in place with his hands on her thighs while he tasted her, like he had been wanting to ever since he met her- even more after they got so close to it at the Chateau Des Epoques.

She threw her head back and moaned his name with delight as he swirled his tongue just right. She held tight into his sheets, feeling like her soul could leave her body if she let go. It didn't take long until the sensation of his mouth working on her was just too much, and stars exploded behind her eyes while she screamed his name in absolute ecstasy; Nik didn’t stop there- he kept devouring her until she had ridden every wave of her release.

Brie didn't know how long it took for her to come down from the high; it might had been seconds, minutes or even hours until she was able to come back to herself. She looked down and saw Nik grinning at her from between her legs, and she couldn’t help but smile at him, face flushed.

"That was… wow" she breathed, trying and failing to find the right words. She couldn’t possibly describe what she was feeling after that mind blowing orgasm. Her voice was shaky, as were her legs.

“Wow is damn right, rook. You taste fucking amazing” Nik said, before kissing his way back to her lips and capturing them on a fiery kiss. She barely had time to recover, but feeling herself on his mouth turned her on once more, and just like that she was ready to go again. Brie affectionately ran her fingers through the nighthunter’s hair as she let herself melt into the kiss. As it became deeper, she moaned and felt his length twitching between them. She reached out between their bodies and started to stroke him lightly; his breath got caught in his throat with the movements of her skilled hand, and he buried his face on the crook of her neck, panting.

He felt an urgent need to feel all of her, to be inside her, so he gently removed her hand and kissed her hard on the mouth again, interlacing their fingers over her head.

"Brie, are you sure you want this?" he asked, praying that she hadn't changed her mind.

"God, yes. I need this, Nik." she almost begged into his mouth. He placed one gentle kiss to her lips and clumsily reached over to his nightstand drawer to grab a condom, quickly opening the package and rolling it down his length.

He pinned one hand beside her head. Her free hand found the back of his neck, while he held himself with the other, aligning into her entrance. Nik glanced down at the stunning woman under him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes met her sizzling gaze. There was something very ethereal about the way she looked before him, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of her fae roots or if Brie herself was pure magic. She stared back at the nighthunter with so much passion- which had been building up inside of her ever since their first kiss at the Bayou.

Their eyes remained locked as Nik sunk into her. He watched intensely as pleasure took over her beautiful face when they connected, and he was sure his own features were filled with luxury. The feeling of Brie around him was the most exquisite thing he had ever experienced, and the lustful sounds she was making made him believe she felt the same.

As they moved together in perfect synch, gazing into each other’s eyes, they forgot about everything else. They were only focused on the feeling of their slicked bodies together and on the sound of their amusement echoing in the room. There were no more zombies, bloodwraiths, wicked witches or any other creature- in that moment, there were only they. The world outside of Nik’s room didn’t matter anymore as they explored new heights of pleasure on each other’s arms.

Brie wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to feel every inch of him inside her body, and rolled them over so she was on top. She grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her hips, and placed her own on his chest for support. She slowly began to rock her hips, biting her own lips because it just felt that good. She looked down to catch Nik smirking at her.

"My, my rook. I have to say I like when you take control" he teased, making her smile; she lowered her body so her chest was touching his, and she kissed him with surprisingly gentleness. Brie wandered one hand through his dark hair, looking into his eye and smiling, as he helped guide her hips faster. As their pace became more desperate, they both could feel themselves getting closer, their breaths quickening and their moans growing louder.

Their movements became more rapid and passionate, like if they couldn’t possibly get enough of each other. Amid their lustful rendezvous, one of Nik's hand let go of her hips and took her hand, lacing their fingers on the side of his body as a brief gesture of affection. Their eyes met again and neither of them looked away, the fire in their gaze growing as both of them came closer and closer to their release. At that moment, their connection wasn’t purely physical- there was too much fondness on their movements and on their eyes for it to be simply carnal.

It only took a few more movements of their joined hips and Brie was screaming his name and gripping his hand tight again, throwing her head back with delight. Her walls pulsated and deliciously squeezed him inside of her; he couldn't look away as pleasure washed over her face. 'So damn beautiful', he thought, and the sight of her face dazzled in bliss combined with the feeling of her around him was too much; a hundred different swear words crossed Nik's mind as he came just a few seconds after she did. They stayed connected like that, Brie collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies pressed together, their panting and heartbeats synchd, as they came back from their overwhelming high. Their hands never left each other through all of it.

At some point, Nik had closed his eyes and didn't even notice. He opened them again and found Brie staring down at him, her face lighter than he had seen since he saved her from the bloodwraith when they first met. He couldn't escape the smirk forming on his lips as he pushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Wow" she said again, smiling. He let out a small laugh as she rolled out of him to lay by his side. He quickly discarded the used condom on the trash can next to his bed, and laid down again, pulling Brie to rest her head on his chest.  

"Yeah, wow is damn right, rook. Again." he teased and they both chuckled. He absently ran his hands through her hair and arms as she nestled closer to him, letting the heat of his body envelop hers. She let her hand wonder down his chest, tracing the lines of his every scar with her fingertips. For once, her mind wasn't filled with cruel monsters, or worries about what was coming for them. She could only focus on the feeling of Nik's body so close to hers, and she let herself feel safe, comfortable and even peaceful. She let herself think that maybe it was worth it, after all. She had something to fight for.

The exhaustion of these last days got to her and she wasn't afraid to fall asleep for the first time ever since she arrived. Even when they fell asleep together at The Fate's house, the ambience didn't let her feel like she could truly relax. But at Nik's apartment, she felt like she had a place to call home in New Orleans. Hell, maybe he was that place. Who was she trying to trick? She was already completely smitten with him even before this night.

“Nik?” she called, her eyes already closed.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you dare dying tomorrow, okay?” she said, trying to disguise her worry with a teasing tone.

“I’ll do my best, rook.” he kissed the top of her head and Brie let out a content breath, enjoying the comfort he made her feel and falling asleep without a single worry on her mind.

The twisted creatures could wait until tomorrow. For today, they let themselves believe in the illusion that everything was fine. As they slept in each other’s arms, how could they possibly believe that things were anything different than wonderful?

[kolhearted-archived]

HEADCANON. || DAGGER LORE. So I have been working pretty hard on fleshing out the actual lore and RULES surrounding the Five’s silver daggers. For a plot device which becomes integral at several junctures in TVD and TO’s plot, the hard and fast rules regarding the daggers is only ever briefly mentioned, so I decided to sit down and decide what makes the most SENSE. As always, this is in regard to MY PORTRAYAL of Kol only, and while I will write based on this headcanon, I do not require or assume that anyone else will. If you have differing views on the daggers, I would love to hear them, and I don’t assume you’ll just go with my idea! Headcanons are there for personal views, and should never ever be forced on anyone else. </mini rant>

So, the daggers. Let’s first run through what is definitively known about them? It was first mentioned that they were created by hunters, but it can be safely assumed that the first purveyors of the daggers were the Hunters, the Brotherhood. We know that is had to be someone a group which had intimate — almost supernaturally-wrought — knowledge about the Originals, as there are only as many daggers as their are Original siblings, and they only work when they have been dipped in the Original siblings’ only weakness: white oak. They must be dipped into the ash of the white oak tree in order to be effective, and they must be dipped each time. If the dagger is removed and then immediately replaced without being dipped once again, the dagger will hold no effect on the Original, and they will wake ( as shown when Davina removes Elijah’s dagger and replaces it, but Elijah wakens ). 

The spell cannot be replicated. We can trust this is true, since the canon authority on magic says it. This leads to believe that there is an aspect of the dagger’s spell which legitimately cannot be replicated. This aspect may be the mortal blood of an Original, intact white oak... something which cannot be gleaned now. There is something which cannot be replicated. The only thing which can be done is to manipulate the alchemical properties of an extant dagger; Kol does this by turning one of the silver daggers into gold in order to successfully neutralize Nik. 

The daggers can only be wielded by a member of the Brotherhood, an Original vampire, or a non-supernatural human. If it is wielded by a non-Original supernatural creature, it will claim the life of the wielder as surely as it neutralizes the Original. 

The desiccation process which occurs due to a proper daggering of an Original vampire is instantaneous. Within a matter of seconds, the Original will lay fully desiccated and for all intents and purposes, dead. They will remain in such a state until the time when the dagger is removed for any amount of time. If the dagger is redipped and placed back into the Original’s heart before the desiccation wears off, they will return to being fully desiccated. 

While the desiccation happens instantaneously, it is shown to take some time for an Original to fully recover from desiccation, but they can do so without feeding. They will be hungry when returning to life, but blood is not required for them to wake ( this is dissimilar to other magically-desiccated immortal beings we have seen, such as Katherine in the tomb, and Silas in the cave, who both required blood before their desiccation would wear off ). 

We know that for the Original siblings, being daggered is meant to be like the lights turn off, like a “deep dreamless sleep”. For them, it’s a matter of moments from when the dagger is correctly placed in their hearts until they awake. We know that for Finn, this state of unconscious WORE OFF, and he was conscious of being unconscious, but trapped inside his own head. He described this process as maddening, and directly affected his sanity. 

THE DAGGERS WERE NOT MEANT for prolonged use, nor were they meant for repeated use. In fact, when they were made, the original plan was likely to only use them ONCE: the Brotherhood would dagger the Original siblings, and then they would kill them immediately. 

Because they were not meant to be used repeatedly, or for a long time, prolonged exposure and repeated exposure will make aspects of the spell not function properly. Just as Finn awoke due to prolonged exposure to the dagger, so too did Kol, though his was only to a lesser extent, and only in the last few times he was daggered. As the Original vampire with the most REPEATED exposure, the magic did not work the same as it was originally meant to. He did not gain total consciousness the same as Finn — not nearly — but his sleep was not DREAMLESS, either. He was halfway between dreaming and lucid dreaming, and while many of his memories and dreams of that time are vague and fleeting, he did have some awareness that he was, in fact, daggered. It would take a few more times being daggered for Kol to retain his consciousness whilst being daggered, but it COULD, in fact, happen in theory. 

More may be added as I dig further, but this is all what I know for sure on the matter. 

[pkmn-thenextgeneration]

Thank you very much for the answer I've always like your Ash-Paul kids they're so sweet. Any thoughts you can share with us about their grandkids?

Merry meet Anon!

Thanks so much for your ask, I appreciate them all! 💖

It really does make me so happy to have you say that. I do love my children so very much and have spent so much time poured into them. At the very beginning I was very afraid of even bringing them into the world, it wasn’t a very big ship and I was a very small writer. To be honest I still feel that this is all very surreal but I am grateful for the opportunity to be even posting them. 

On my previous blogs I used to mention that I created most of my children along with a partner in crime who has decided to stay out of the spotlight. Her name is Rachel. We have bounced around the ideas of grandchildren, but they don’t often last before they’re eaten up by our long running Skype chat that’s been ongoing since 2013... it’s so surprising.. I’ve known her for... seven years. A dream. 

Anyways, we did have a young girl named Eden in the beginning stages of drafting for Cesaire and Davina, she however did not last as I didn’t really like the circumstances she was made under. We also had married Ces off to an OC named Sora Joy who was a baby Joy, Rachel’s choice and they had a child named Jasmine. 

Then we had Damien “Jr.” Jonathan Sullivan and Loren Larson, his brother Blake Larson and baby sister Delia Larson for Niklaus, they were NOT Torrance’s children. In this particular instance, Torrance wasn’t in this discussion so we had married Nik to an OC named Todd. Nik however, had been in a previous relationship with Damien, Davina’s older brother, that ended with Jr. being born. We did not keep those but I keep them in mind if I ever need them. 

We haven't had a child pop up for Tatia just yet, but I have explained to her that Tati is married to her endgame partner around her 16th or 17th birthday. We do know that they have one child, that child is in the works. Their surname is Ayeliski. But Rachel is still clinging to Chili’s son Jeremy Clarkson-Griffith being a potential candidate for Tatia’s heart like he was when I first created him. 

While none of these children have been serious candidates, to my own surprise, I do find myself daydreaming of them often.

As a bonus, since you’ve been so good making your way to the end of this post.. a few months back while I was trying to convince Rachel to watch ATLA, we did like Ursa’s backstory and did at one point, write a separate AU including Amma Weiss and Jack running off and accidentally having a child together that Paul and Reggie would have met later on into their lives. In this AU, Ash was pregnant and in the supermarket (he was around 18, Paul was 23) when a very sweet toddler named Reina, had ran past him to a very familiar looking woman. When Ash got the courage to approach her, Amma Weiss had burst into tears and promptly followed Ash home with her baby in tow and reunited with Paul and Reggie. Reina was very excited to have two older brothers and adored Ash. 

Unfortunately, Reina and her story does not fit into my AU Canon but Rachel and I often do entertain the idea of Amma Weiss dying while not realizing she’s having a third baby. It’s quite and completely possible that, had she lived, Paul and Reggie would have had a baby sister.

Thank you again for this ask! They mean so much. 

Merry meet, merry part and merry meet again! 

XO, Aria!