#SOMEONE NEED TO STAKE THAT VAMPIRE ASAP

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“Ophelia!” Lakeisha ran to her friend, who was barely coherent at this point. From what little she knew of fairies, Ophelia has been running this spell for hours now, wearing herself out in the process.

“He’s dying,” Ophelia whispered. “Please, do something.”

“Sir?” Terra approached the injured man. “Can you hear us?”

“I can hear you,” he whispered. “I’m not dead yet. Despite someone’s very good efforts.”

If he had the energy to be sarcastic, not all was lost. That was good.

“What happened to you? How can we help?” Terra asked. “Wait, why am I asking that, you need to be at a hospital.”

“No!” he opened his eyes with a wary expressions. “No hospitals.”

“But-”

“Not safe,” he groaned. “Trust me, I would know. Look, I got staked. I’m a vampire. You do the math. Your friend here has done an amazing job cleaning up the wound and getting me bandaged, but it seems a few pieces of that old thing got stuck in me. And if someone doesn’t get them out fast, all her efforts would be futile.”

Hearing this, Ophelia started sobbing again.

“Also, you need to get her out of here ASAP, or she’s another goner,” the vampire told the women. “Overexertion of this type can be fatal for fairies.”

“Come on,” Lakeisha told her friend, letting her lean on her shoulder. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“And take the dog with you,” Caleb told them, trying ignore the pain. “No offense, but open wounds and fur are not a good mix.”

[rosenmarille]

First of all: that One Day bit is quality content. Second of all I read "3.5 for Holly" and am Highly Interested

HI yes! i will explain, however i first have to correct myself. its actually a part 2.5, not 3.5. like i mentioned in the other post, the part is called “heart unbound”, this is about 25 years after battle tendency, when holly is in her early 20s!!

the rest of this im gonna put under the cut

so the setting. joseph (43), suzie, and holly (21) live in new york, smokey is in georgia, lisa lisa (75) is Somewhere in the states, erina and speedwagon have passed away (sad). its 1963! the speedwagon foundation has continued expanding, with joseph and lisa lisa closely involved after speedwagons death. they’ve mostly moved their attention into new territory, but still have all their old research kept. stands aren't a thing yeeet, but its been long enough that the pillarmen have faded into unpleasant memory.

until one night the power at the swf hq goes out for just a moment too long, and santana manages to escape.

joseph and lisa lisa are contacted asap, and they decide to travel down to texas and find him (preferably take him out for good this time). holly, who has grown up hearing about jojo’s wild escapades, really wants to come along. she knows some hamon! she can defend herself! come on!! (yes i said it, holly learned hamon, do you think having lisa lisa for a grandmother would result in anything less?) anyway, joseph and lisa lisa Really don't want her to come since it could be really dangerous and they'd rather not put her in harm’s way.

so holly (rich, unsupervised) books a plane and goes after them.

we skip to texas!! joseph and lisa lisa investigate at hq and the surrounding area and find practically no trace of santana or where he might have gone. when holly arrives, she decides that since she can't look into hq without getting caught, she’ll ask around with locals, and manages to hear rumours about a new sort of cryptid (only appears at night, weird anatomy etc), both cattle and people have been disappearing, but on a very small scale. she looks into similar stories and realizes that santana must be moving south, though what he's planning, she doesn't know. but she will follow!! (and leave breadcrumbs for her family to pick up on this pattern too, she guesses. not so helpless now, huh?)

so this goes for a while, taking her down into mexico, until she is pretty sure that she can triangulate the missing people reports accurately enough to actually Find him. holly isnt stupid, she doesnt think she can win in a battle against a pillarman. what she’s hoping to do is prove herself to joseph and lisa lisa by prepping and helping out enough for them to then take care of the problem. she's an adult now and she doesnt appreciate being treated like a child. (you may say this contradicts how she behaved towards joseph in part 3, but to that i counter: she's in her 40s in that one, and her being an adult is established enough that she knows she can act a lil silli without that being put in question)

but hey!! she does find him!! she decides to stalk him for a bit, see what he does. so she happens to be there when santana attacks a young woman (midnight snack), who pulls a KNIFE instead of running away, so Holly rushes in and deflects an attack with a quick hamon swipe. santana has learned from his previous hamon encounter and instead of sticking around, he decides it isn't worth it and absconds instead (smart). (at this point you might notice this is the first fight of the part. yeah it be like that in this one. call it battle untendency) 

holly and the woman (who later introduces herself as Maria (no last name yet; but named after Maria Maria by Santana (lol)) also get out of dodge and hide out in an alley, where maria decides that she needs to know what the fuck that Thing was, yesterday. magic?? sparkling?? hello??? and hollys like uhh hah yes so. that's an ancient semi immortal vampire creature? and this is sunlight breathing magic, which he's allergic to. yea. and maria is like ................yeah okay i buy it. teach me sunlight breathing magic, i wanna come.

maria side paragraph! she's our oc and we love her. remember that awful scene from the santana arc with all those prisoners and the one kid who doesn't get sacrificed? that's her older brother. he was “let go” but “let go” basically did just mean “free to wander the desert and find civilisation maybe”, so when he did eventually find his way back home, he'd been severely traumatized, plus on death's door. other prisoners had been turned into vampires to test on the pillarman discovery, so the word “vampire” is something he'd have heard and conveyed to his family, who didn’t. really believe him. he also hasn't really recovered from that experience :( then the war happened and maria's dad served in it, and afterwards decided that his other child needed to know how to defend herself, and maria learned how to handle a knife, as well as how to physically fight. their family managed to avoid post war financial problems for the most part, and maria was able to finish her studies! she's a pilot :)  she is, however, harbouring very deep anger and resentment for what happened to her brother, and has not really had a face to direct that anger towards, so it's been on a relatively low burner for the most part, but now there’s talk of vampires and a person she can blame for her family’s trauma.

they exchange notes and she realizes that yeahh, that is pretty much exactly what her brother had told them, so it was true. hah :) yes actually, i would like to learn vampire killing magic please holly. and holly, who didn't really want to bring someone with her, but kind of does believe in accidents not being a thing, decides that yeah, she probably should bring maria along. and sure!! if they have to deal with sanata again, why not teach her hamon!! they share stories and continue to follow the trail while they train together, and become really close friends! jobro time.

we've now reached the first third of the story.

we travel further south!! soon, holly begins to realize......... ohh..... the temple they found santana in.. that's south of here, isn't it? oh huh. what could he want there?? the masks have been destroyed as far as she knows?? she doesn't know enough first hand to know what significance there could be, but the girls prepare for anything. maybe a big weapon the researchers had not been able to identify?? MOre pillarmen, secretly living underneath the temple??? 

(there are gonna be some scenes that involve lisa lisa and joseph figuring out where they need to go, and maybe also realizing who set that trail, maybe they have smth else going on, who knows) 

holly and maria follow santana and eventually do find the temple, and prepare to stake it out, hopefully hopefully not alerting him to their presence, because that would be.........bad. (tho tbh marias kinda itching to try out vampire begone magic. wouldn't You want to if you suddenly learned how?) neither of them have ever been here so they're honestly pretty floored by the temple interior, the tunnel that leads into the main chamber dark and uninviting, with who knows what hidden dangers are lurking about. 

and then they see him. santana is investigating the place where the pillar had been cut out of the structure, the stone masks crushed and broken, strewn around the floor, running his hands over the broken stone. Then he walks to one of the murals carved into the wall, a large one, similar to the one speedwagon had been investigating, with the 4 faces representing the pillarmen, and he lingers there. dips his head, then walks back to the empty space of the pillar and sits down where it was, crosslegged, and closes his eyes. and then he stays still. what does That mean?? 

the girls decide this is enough, they should fall back and formulate a proper plan, maybe wait for joseph and lisa lisa to catch up. buuuut we can't have that be the end of it, and so something happens, maybe one of them trips? steps on rubble that falls loose? they make a noise. and get noticed. 

change of plans! fight now! except there isn't an attack? they stay still but “i know you're there.” damn it. battle formation, stances ready, they make their way into the chamber, where santana hasn't moved at all. he's still sitting there, but he's looking at them now. holly asks what he's doing here, he asks the same back. she says not to play dumb, hes been killing people this whole time, he has to answer for that! and to that, santana honestly looks a bit confused because. has he? in his defense, he's not human, his prey is humans. pillarboy has to eat.

marias like “well? aren't you going to attack us?” and he's like “not unless you bother me.” and closes his eyes again. the girls aren't sure what to make of this.

santana side paragraph: first of all, this is a santana stan account. name one (1) thing he's done wrong, canonically. woke up in a strange place. captured?? got his bearings, tried to Leave and was accosted! shot some nazis (go king), and finally only snapped when joseph got mad he didn't laugh at his clownery. anyone would get murderous as a result. tried to escape further, ultimately was stopped and detained Again! morally, he's above joseph. 

so they're just standing now. since their earlier encounter where holly used hamon, santana refuses to talk more at first, but holly has the bright idea to get his trust by having maria restrain her and then stand back with her weapon -- a show of putting herself in a helpless position and promise she wont attack. that’s enough for santana to agree to come closer and have a proper conversation.

holly asks again why he's here exactly? what's here? and he tells her that if she Must know, he's waiting. waiting for what, she asks. and maria looks back at the carvings and realizes “oh. there should be 4 of them.” now santana looks mildly uncomfortable, and holly rememebers that “oh fuck, dad killed all of them.” and then “wait they were evil tho??” and then again “wait fuuck, didn't the leader guy say they left this one behind in mexico on purpose? oh man does he Know?” holly finds herself in the position of “not only do i have to tell this guy his friends aren't coming because they're Dead, they also kinda abandoned him.” yikes.

meanwhile maria is kinda pissed that her one chance at revenge might have just been taken from her. she still blames santana for what happened to her brother, and she refuses to let that go. she’s too stubborn and proud for that. and now, especally since holly seems to be focused on creating a bond, it feels like a slap in the face. so she kinda… snaps, ruining their chance at resolving this peacefully and causing santana to run off again. she and holly have a fight. it sucks.

soon after that joseph does find holly and he Does send her home. maria, after explaining her intentions, stays with them. holly is heartbroken :( after shes gone, joseph and lisa lisa make a plan to trap santana, aimed to go off in a few days prep, and during this, maria is starting to realize that that... really isnt the right thing to do... shes now had some time to sit alone with her guilt and regret about how she handled the situation, ssso she gets an idea on how to make up for it...

meanwhile holly is sitting at home and is sad, until suzie drives her somewhere in guise of going to a fancy lunch with smokey (whos in town), but really she drives her to the joestars airpad where her friend marua(!!) is already waiting in front of joseph’s plane, which, turns out, she hijacked in the south and flew all the way up here, and suzie tosses holly a bag with clothes and stuff and tells her to hurry up and get going :3

and hollys all "but what about lunch with mr smokey? :o" and suzie winks at her and says "don't worry, he's waiting for me to tell him everything went well at the restaurant ;)" and then holly gives her a big hug, runs to her friend and hugs Her, and they are off to fly back south to save some lives. on the way, maria apologizes and explains -- how she had harboured this resentment for so long that the sudden target for her blame put in front of her, plus the immediate removal of it were so jarring that she acted impulsively... she knows santana isnt at fault for what happened with her brother... and now she just hopes they make it in time.

as luck would have it, they catch up with joseph and lisa lisa just in time to jump between them and santana (maria accidentally cuts off joseph’s prosthetic hand in the process and freaks the fuck out before realizing it’s fine) and try to talk it out. it’s a tense few minutes, but holly is determined and stubborn, and she manages to get her dad and grandma to see her side of things and santana is saved! they find something for him to eat, giving him the energy to heal his wounds. pillarmen absorbing shit never gets old.

And from there it’s mostly just everything getting settled down and smoothed out. they get back in touch with the swf and tell them the problem is handled. santana turns out to be a relatively peaceful dude when his life isn’t being threatened, and he becomes a good friend with all four of them, but especially holly and maria. they help teach him about the modern world and he decides that he’s going to do some travelling and learn about the history of his culture and other ancient mesoamerican cultures he interacted with in his youth, and he shares the things he learns with the swf so they can get the info about where theyre needed etc.  maria gets hooked up with one of the many therapists we decided work at the swf that has experience with the supernatural things she and her brother have gone through. holly, maria, and santana stay in touch and go on regular trips together. holly receives many post cards.

it’s all really good and happy :) thats heart unbound baybee!! <33

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Miracle Worker | Dean Winchester Series

Quinn Sanders loved her job as a trauma Doctor, but when her path crosses with the Winchester brothers, nothing will ever be normal again.

Part 1 - Intro

“Help! Someone help, please he’s been shot,” an overly tall man yelled as he came barreling through the Emergency Room doors at full speed with a slightly shorter, just as rugged man barely clinging to his shoulder.

Her first instinct was to jump into action, immediately pulling an empty crash cart from the nearest room and running right for the two bloody messes before her.

“Lay him here. What’s his name?” She asked, only glancing up at the longer haired man.

“D-Dean,” he stammered, helping him onto the cart as the man let out a soft groan. “His name is Dean.”

“Okay, Dean? Hey, can you look at me for a minute?” she cradled the mans head in her hands steadily, as his eyes fluttered open slightly.  If it weren’t for the current predicament this man was currently in, she would have complimented his green eyes.

“Where is the wound? Did you get the bullet out?” She asked, following the blood patterns on Dean’s shirt and lifting it to inspect the damage.

“He was just walking to his car.. To his car,” the other man said through a shaky breath. “Of all the things,” he breathed as a tear fell from his cheek.

She reached out and touched his shoulder, grabbing his attention. “Hey, focus. The bullet. Did it go through?”

He stiffened and wiped his cheek. “No.”

“Addison, we’re going to need an O.R., asap.”

“I’m on it Quinn.”

She sighed, moving the cart from the tall mans grasp. “Diana? Can you come take care of-“ she paused looking up at him again. “I’m sorry what’s your name?”

“Sam and I’m fine, I promise.” He stated matter of factly as blood dripped from his forehead.

“Put Sam in a triage bed and check him for a concussion. Addison, where are we on the room?”

“O.R. 2 just opened up, I called Dr. Lash for assistance,” she reported as Quinn nodded, rushing towards the now open doors.

That was the first time Doctor Quinn Sanders had run into the Winchester brothers. Three years ago, they came barreling into her life and had vanished just as quickly. Which is why she was absolutely stunned to see them stroll into her Hospital in suits touting FBI badges.

“This is Agent Senatra, I’m Agent Joel, FBI. We’re here to talk with the coroner about the latest deaths-“ Dean began, before noticing Quinn’s presence.

“Gentlemen,” she greeted, placing her stethoscope over her neck and crossing her arms.

“Doctor Sanders,” Dean grinned widely. “A long way from Massachusetts aren’t you?” he questioned.

Quinn let out a small laugh, “I could say the same.” The receptionist behind the counter sat patiently, trying to determine if her services were still needed while quickly checking out the men in front of her. “I got this Tammy,” Quinn quipped, tapping the counter and motioning for the two men to follow her down the hall.

“Now what, pre-tell are two of my most mysterious patients doing dressed as FBI agents in Atlanta, asking around about dead bodies?” She stopped once they were out of the foot traffic.

Sam swallowed, glancing at Dean as if to check and see who was going to do the talking.

“Mysterious?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

“You had a bullet through your chest, multiple fractured ribs, a major surgery to remove it and you disappeared from your room not even a day later,” she scoffed. “And you,” she pointed to Sam. “You had a severe concussion and a fractured collar bone and I’m supposed to believe you both just signed yourselves out?”

The two men looked at each other again, unsure of how to proceed. “Oh and let’s not forget that you’re definitely not FBI,” she said with a stern face.

“We were under cover when you saw us,” Dean stated matter of factly as Sam frantically nodded.

She hummed, nodding her head before huffing and rolling her eyes. “Yeah, no. Sorry. I don’t believe you. Try again, why are you here looking for dead bodies?”

“Listen Doc, if I had time to talk this out with you I would have asked you to dinner, but we’re on a bit of a time crunch here and there’s lives at stake,” Dean grumbled, giving up his act.

Sam quickly followed suit, their demeanors changing quickly. “Quinn?” Sam said, grabbing her attention, “there’s something going on in this city. Something..” he paused trying to think of the right words.

“Not human,” she finished. “I know.”

The two men grew silent, looking at each other in joined confusion.

“You know?” Dean asked, shaking his head.

“I know a lot more about what goes bump in the night than you’d like to believe,” Quinn grinned as she snuck a glance back at the two still dumbfounded men behind her, ushering them further down the hallway.

“So do you happen to know what’s going on now then?” Sam asked, breaking the silence that had formed around them.

She shook her head and sighed, this had been eating away at her for the last week since bodies started to turn up.  “No, I’ve never seen anything like this.” She opened the door to the morgue and the two followed closely behind her.  “There’s a fair share of weird things that happen in Atlanta as is, but this-” she paused as she opened the door to one of the storage spaces and pulled on the gurney.  “This is next level.”  Quinn looked up at the two men on the other side of the gurney before removing the cloth covering the body between them.

“It’s a kid?” Dean stated more as a question as he looked down at a young girl, maybe five years old.

“They’ve all been kids,” Quinn sighed.

Sam stepped forward and examined the girl before them.  He gently lifted her upper lip and pressed on her gum line, revealing a sharp fang that wasn’t there before. “Vampires..”

“Kid vamps? Now that’s a new low,” Dean scoffed.

“Do you have any idea how they’ve died?” Sam asked, glancing up at Quinn.

“Blood poisoning?” She said, still a little unsure of what she had found as well.

Dean’s eyes widened, “what are they poisoned with?”

“From what I can tell, they’ve all had a higher than average mixture of carbon and nitrogen in their blood at the time of death.”

“That makes no sense,” Sam states, clearly confused.  “There’s only so many ways to put down something like this.  And why children?”

“Well Agents,” Quinn said, crossing her arms over her chest, “I figured you were here to answer those questions for me, since, you know.  You’re the Winchesters.”

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This is just an intro to give you a feel for how this series will play out.  I have high hopes for it.  Also, it should be known there’s no specific point in the series where this would take place.  If I had to guess is pre-Chuck being the worst, but Cass is a part of the crew so he will be making an appearance later on.  

I’m not planning on writing into the storyline that’s been created already and this could easily stand on it’s own, especially once developed but I wanted to take a stab at a beginning.  

Let me know what you think!

[alonely-dreamer]

The Valuable Sun | Chapter 15

Summary: The one where they try to kill Russell Edgington.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 3208

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14

The club had never been so quiet. Pam had gone to rest, leaving her maker alone with his human. It was hard for both of them to say goodbye. Eric thought it was denial that pushed him to agree to Brooke’s plan. Brooke only spoke of hope.

Even after Russell killed a news anchor on live television, the Authority still refused to help Eric and give him any resources that could help him destroy the three-thousand-year-old vampire. The only resource he had was Brooklynne. And Brooklynne had a plan.

“You go to him. You tell him you have a proposition for him. Me. You offer him the sun and in exchange he spares all of us.”

“He’s gonna want to test it, to see if it’s true,” Pam continued.

“So, he drinks my blood and goes out in the sun. I’m only a hybrid, I’m not full fairy, so the effect of my blood won’t last long.”

“That’s when you come in. You step outside when he gets weak and stake him. It’s the only shot we got.”

“I don’t like it,” he muttered.

“You don’t have to like it,” Brooke said dryly, surprising both vampires. “You just have to do it.”

“She’s right,” Pam nodded. “Unless you have a better idea?”

Eric considered it, worried eyes moving from his progeny to his human. He looked for a better idea, a plan that would make him update his will useless, but he couldn’t find any.

“No,” he said quietly. “No, I don’t.”

“How sure are we that your blood can do that?” Pam then asked the question that should already be answered.

“Someone told me.”

“Who?” Eric asked with a raised eyebrow.

Brooklynne avoided their eyes and shrugged. “Someone.”

“Eric’s survival is at stake so ‘someone’ isn’t good enough.”

Brooklynne sighed. “You… you’ll make fun of me.”

“Why?”

“Just tell us,” Pam ordered with an annoyed tone.

Brooklynne hesitated for a moment, then straightened up, getting ready for what was to come.

“My fairy godmother…” she whispered so low a human wouldn’t have heard her.

Eric and Pam stayed silent for a short moment before Pam said: “She’s fucking with us.”

“No, I’m not!” Brooke replied, obviously offended.

“You have a fairy godmother?” Eric asked, as ridiculous as it sounded.

“Yes. Her name is Claudine,” the fairy said as a-matter-of-factly, straightening up on her stool, “she’s also Sookie’s godmother.”

Pam rolled her eyes, speechless for once.

“Is she full fairy?” Eric asked.

“Yes, why?”

“How many fairies do you know?”

“Just her… why?” she asked again, now getting suspicious.

“So, fairies aren’t extinct?” Pam said, now thinking about what it could mean for her species.

“Hey, no!” Brooke exclaimed. “Don’t even think about it,” she told the vampires as she pointed a finger at them. “They don’t even live in the same dimension as us.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Eric innocented himself.

“There’s another dimension?” Pam asked, now annoyed at the possibility.

“Yes, they had to leave… our dimension… because it was too dangerous here… because of vampires.”

“It is true then,” Eric said with a sigh, “vampires did run the fairies out of this world.”

“Anyway,” Brooke changed the subject, “we need to find Russell before he finds us. Which is not going to be hard for him since he’s been here before.”

“It’s dawn,” Eric replied. “He won’t be showing up anytime soon. I’ll go to Mississippi first thing tonight.”

“Our probable last day undead,” Pam said. “Want to spend it sleeping?”

“We need to be well-rested for tonight. We can’t take any chances on this one. Do you want to go home? See your siblings?” he asked Brooklynne.

“Yeah, I do,” she nodded. “But I can’t… they won’t let me come back here.”

“Are you sure? You might not be able to say goodbye…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she cut him off. “Sookie will know what we’re planning, and she’ll lock me up in my room,” she scoffed. “I’ll just… leave her a message.”

“As you wish,” he merely nodded. “Make yourself at home,” he told her as he cupped her cheek in his hand, “we’ll be in the basement.”

She gave him a sad smile. “Sleep well,” she said before she tiptoed to kiss him.

“I really don’t have to see that,” Pam complained with a grimace before she pushed herself off of her stool and walked away.

“You should get some rest too. Ginger will stop by at noon and bring you something to eat.”

“I don’t think I can eat anything…”

“You should, you’re going to need your strength.”

She nodded. “See you tonight.”

He tried to smile as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“See you tonight.”

 ***

 Sleeping wasn’t an option to Brooklynne. She could lay there, on any couch of the club, or even in Eric’s office, but wouldn’t fall asleep, couldn’t even close her eyes. Minutes seemed to be hours and waiting was an excruciating task for the fairy hybrid. It became worst after Ginger never showed up with the food Eric promised her, and if things weren’t hard enough, Brooke received a text message from Sookie that made staying in Fangtasia an even harder task.

 “We’re fucking ALIENS.

Fucking fairies, Brooke call me ASAP!!”

 The text messages continued to come, faster and angrier, and Brooklynne hoped her sister wouldn’t try to come look for her at the club. Why did Bill choose this moment to tell her the truth about who she was? Damn Bill Compton. Brooklynne was sick of the traitorous vampire. But what could she do? Tell her sister Bill never loved her and it was all a job for him from the beginning? She couldn’t do that. Not in a text message at least. But she hoped she would have a chance to do it, if Russell didn’t kill them all tonight.

Not even a minute had passed after the night had settled that both Eric and Pam woke from their vampiric sleep and returned to the club where an exhausted and starving Brooklynne was waiting.

“Damn it Ginger! Where the fuck is she?” Eric had growled when Brooke told him the waitress never showed up.

The vampire ordered his progeny to fetch some human food and Pam obliged grumbling. Eric took the opportunity to have some time alone with his human, trying to find the courage to tell her what he almost never said to anyone, because he feared there wouldn’t be another occasion to tell her how he felt about her.

He stood there, near the bar, his hand resting on the counter, his eyes on the fairy who was sitting on his chair, on his throne, her legs over the arm, her eyes staring at the black ceiling. She was fascinated by that ceiling, so black, since the lights weren’t turned on, it was a sinkhole where she lost all worries and which allowed her to calm herself.

His eyes traveled on her bare legs up to her perfect face where he found unfocused eyes and tranquility. How could she be so beautiful right now? How could she be so calm and look so innocent as they were about to attempt to kill the eldest vampire in the world. As they were about to die.

“Brooklynne.”

Her name escaped him, and the whisper stayed heavy on his lips, as if he didn’t want her to hear him.

“Brooklynne,” he repeated, louder this time, and with more self-assurance.

She tilted her head towards him, her hair covering the arm of the chair against which she was leaning. She waited for him to talk but all he did was gesture for her to come to him. She stared at the vampire for a few seconds before she put her feet on the ground and got off the throne.

“What is it?” she asked as she neared him.

“I’m leaving now,” he said and the tranquility that had found her earlier left so quickly her heart skipped a beat.

“Oh,” she merely replied in a quiet whisper.

“You know I might not come back.”

“I know,” she whispered and nodded as she looked down at her feet, unable to face him, even though she was dying to look at him, knowing she might never see him again.

He brought his hand to her face, gently cupping her left cheek, making her look up at him as he wanted to see her before he left, see her one last time, trying to memorize the color of her eyes so he could remember them when Russell teared him apart.

“Thank you,” he said calmly.

She frowned. “For what?”

“For being mine,” he replied, and she could feel her eyes fill with tears. “If I die tonight, know that my only regret is that I did not find you sooner,” he said as he got closer to her, bringing his other hand to her face. “And if we never see each other again…,” he paused, the words weighing on him as he had rarely used them, almost never said them, “know that I love you and never have any doubt about it. You make me better, and of all the years that I have lived, I will cherish this one more than any others. I love you.”

A tear fell down her cheek and he was waiting for her to say it back, hoping she felt the same way, knowing he didn’t deserve her or her love. She tiptoed, suddenly, quickly sliding her hand in his hair before her lips crashed on his. He kissed her back almost immediately, with the same need, and the same fear.

She let go, eventually, not just to breathe, but to say the words she needed to say now more than ever. “I love you too.”

And as he heard the words he felt his heart break, a voice in his head telling him he didn’t deserve it, that he deserved to die tonight and that she would be better off without him anyway.

“You’re not gonna die,” she whispered with a trembling voice, the knot in her throat making it hard for her to talk.

“I’m not gonna die,” he repeated, not because he believed it, nor did he hope for it, but to reassure her, to make the pain go away, or at least some of it.

He tried to catch her gaze, to find her eyes, but she could hardly look at him, her eyes looking down, maybe because she didn’t want him to see her cry. He pressed his lips on her forehead and even though the kiss lasted a few seconds, it didn’t feel quite enough to either of them.

He let go, suddenly, and she almost felt naked standing there alone. She turned around, looked around the club to find him even though she knew he was already gone.

 ***

 Pam got back a little while after Eric’s departure and she would have killed Brooklynne on the spot if she knew Eric wouldn’t give her the true death her for it. Brooklynne had never seen the vampire so angry. She broke a few chairs as she raged about her maker leaving without saying goodbye.

“He better not die,” she growled as she threw another chair across the room.

The minutes passed and seemed like hours as both women waited for Eric to come back. Brooke focused on Pam as she knew if Eric were to die, she’d feel it. It was the most horrible feeling than to wait for someone she loved to die. As if hope left her gradually as she waited in silence.

About three hours later after he left, the door of Fangtasia opened and Pam and Brooklynne quickly got up, preparing themselves to see the vampire alive, but also to welcome Russell back to the club. Brooklynne swallowed heavily as she watched the three-thousand-year old vampire step inside, followed by the Viking.

The psychopath was holding a transparent glass jar which contained what seemed to be what was left of Talbot. Brooklynne grimaced as she saw the blood and thought that if Russell weren’t crazy before, he definitely was now, walking around with his former lover in a jar of blood.

“Well, you didn’t lie, I’ll give you that,” he told Eric. “Here’s our willing victim,” he said, pointing a finger at Brooklynne with a creepy smile. “Now we just have to see if she can really give me the sun.”

 ***

To give Russell the sun, they first had to wait for it. Two hours of sitting still on a stool, forced to listen to his delusional fantasies.

“You seriously expect me to believe she’s fairy? A species extinct for millennia? If they ever existed at all. You think I wouldn’t notice if there were fairies bouncing around in the world?”

“I didn’t say she was full fairy. She’s a human-fairy hybrid, which helped save her from detection. And she agreed to give you some of her blood for you to walk in the sun whenever you like in exchange for our lives.”

“You could synthesize her blood, like Tru Blood, and give the sun to all vampires, and become the richest man on the planet,” Pam told him, thinking the offer would sound appealing to him.

“I have money,” he scoffed as he sat down at the table, on another stool across from Brooklynne. “I don’t want to give the sun to all vampires. I just need it for me.”

“So? Do you accept our offer?” Eric asked walking up behind him.

“I’m intrigued.”

“Excellent,” Eric grinned, looking up at Brooklynne, who knew she should be grateful, but didn’t let herself be relieved just yet. Russell’s next words gave her reason.

“On one condition.”

“Whatever you like,” Eric faked enthusiasm.

“You go first.”

Eric’s smile didn’t fade, but it was becoming obvious that it was fake. They all paused, and Eric nodded after a second: “I’d love to.”

The plan couldn’t work if Eric went first. Brooke’s blood would stop working on him before it weakened Russell enough to allow any of them to kill him. They were all done.

“You have cameras outside, I’ve noticed,” Russell continued, “I’ll watch you from here, and join you if you don’t burn.”

“I’ll see you out there then,” the Viking said as he held a hand out to the hybrid. “Pam will heal you.”

“Okay,” Brooke nodded as she took his hand and got up.

He gently seized her wrist and she shivered when she saw his fangs. She ignored the pain which passed after a second and tried to focus on anything other than her blood being drained. He drank for half a minute, enough that he would be able to stand in the sun for about five minutes, not enough to kill Russell.

“The screens are up there,” Eric said as he pointed a finger to the corner of the bar.

As Russell turned them on, Eric made his way to the door. To the sun. He turned around to look at his progeny, whose instincts were screaming at her to not let her maker expose himself to the daylight, then to Brooklynne, who knew it would work, just not for how long.

“Go on,” Russell said as he saw Eric wasn’t already out there.

The blond vampire took a deep breath before he opened the door to the entrance which led him to the front door. As he disappeared behind the first door, both Pam and Brooklynne joined Russell behind the bar and looked up at the screens. Pam was expecting her maker to go up in flames but as he took his first steps in the daylight, all he felt was the cool air of the early morning mixed with the painless warmth of the sun.

Russell started to giggle like a maniac while Pam lost a red tear of joy. The sun was now a possibility to her, if she ever wanted to take a five-minute walk in the sun. But five minutes in the daylight were better than an eternal night.

“Alright, alright,” Russell laughed, “my turn.”

He jumped on Brooklynne faster than either she or Pam had expected. A scream escaped her as he plunged his fangs in the blue vein of her neck. Pam was ready to forcefully remove him away from her, but she didn’t need to as the vampire was more than impatient to join Mr. Northman in the sun.

Russell suddenly let go of the mortal and hurried outside. He was next to Eric before Brooke ever got the chance to hit the ground. Fortunately, Pam caught her in time. The vampire mumbled something the fairy hybrid didn’t understand before she bit her wrist. Brooklynne was barely conscious when she was forcefully fed the vampire’s blood.

“Feeling better?” Pam asked as Brooke started to open her eyes again.

“Mmh,” was her only response.

After a minute, she had had more than enough to heal and was able to get off the ground.

“Thank you.”

“Whatever.”

“What are we gonna do? That wasn’t the plan.”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “He’ll probably kill Eric once he realizes the effect of your blood only lasts a little while. Then he’ll kill us both.”

Brooklynne shook her head as she tried to come up with a new plan that would get them rid of Russell for good and save their lives. She looked up at the screens, to see how the two vampires were doing out there in the sun for the first time in centuries, and what she saw almost stopped her heart.

“Pam!”

“What now?” the vampire mumbled.

“Look!”

Eric was lying on the ground, burning next to Russell, his hand cuffed to the King of Mississippi’s, who was starting to feel a little hot too.

“What is he doing?” Pam breathed out, contemplating getting out there herself to free her maker.

But she wouldn’t have to, she didn’t need to. Brooklynne ran outside, with the intention of bringing them both back inside, forgetting that Eric was almost twice her weight.

“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled at him.

“Go away,” he said, not without difficulty. “No forgiveness.”

Brooke frowned, confused, but didn’t let that stop her.

“I won’t let you do this.”

She knew why he was doing it. He was making sure that Russell died so she and Pam would be safe. What he didn’t understand was that without him, neither of them wanted to live.

“Where’s the key?” she asked as she kneeled next to him and started to look inside the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Go away,” he repeated in a painful whisper. Brooklynne ignored him.

“Damn it,” she said as she realized there was only one solution to the problem.

She positioned herself between them both, rose her hand and aimed for the cuffs. A strong burning and blinding light escaped from her hand and broke the chain of the cuffs that was keeping Eric and Russell together.

“Ah, thank you, dear fairy,” Russell started to say, “I will reward you handsomely.”

“Shut up,” she told him as she grabbed the shoulders of Eric’s jacket and quickly dragged him back inside.

*********

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[ethan-bissbort]

Sterek Hugging Through Time

It hadn't even been a month since Stiles had been freed from the Nogitsune, but the scars had yet to heal, especially the emotional ones. Stiles felt responsible for everything, despite Scott's constant urging to the contrary, especially for Allison's death.

His dad had taken off as much time as he could from the station to help care for Stiles, who was just starting to recover from being a total wreck. Tonight, however, the sheriff couldn't take off, Melissa was at work, and Stiles needed a hug, God did he need a hug. Stiles was hugging his pillow, crying silently into it. He needed Scott. Now. He reached over to his nightstand and tapped out a message through the blur of his tears. "Hey dude tonight is bad. I need a hug. Get here ASAP pls" he sent, barely able to hold on to the phone, his hands were shaking so bad. He dropped his phone onto the bed and sobbed into his pillow.

He had nearly cried himself to sleep when he heard his window open, and he jumped up, scrambling for the bat next to his bed. "Stiles, what are you doing?" came Derek's voice from the open window. Stiles blinked and then lowered the bat. "Derek, why are you in my room?" Stiles demanded croakily. "Because you sent me a text demanding that I ‘come hug you asap’.” Derek said exasperatedly. Stiles set the bat down and snatched up his phone. "No, I definitely asked Scott to give me a hug because Scott is my best friend and- oh.” Stiles stopped abruptly. The text had been sent to Derek, not Scott.

Derek cleared his throat pointedly after a couple of seconds, "Something wrong?" Stiles shook his head gently and hung it. He dropped the phone back on his bed and sobbed. Derek took a few steps toward him and stopped right in front of Stiles. "I'm sorry I dragged you out-" Stiles began to apologize. Derek awkwardly lurched forward, paused, and then gently wrapped his arms around Stiles, who was too shocked to protest. Derek stood there and held Stiles, and his breath. He exhaled jerkily when Stiles dropped his head onto his shoulder, sobbing, and slid his arms around Derek's back.

Stiles was shocked, but not just by Derek giving him a hug. They had been through a ton together, and after Boyd's death, they had shared something that he didn't quite understand. What really shocked Stiles was how tender Derek was in hugging him. He contrasted sharply with Scott, who was all about the bear hug, and Stiles liked the difference. Stiles had always, well recently at least, felt safe when he was with Derek, but this was different. He felt more than safe, he felt... content, despite the pain he was feeling. Derek hugging him helped wash it all away, which he hadn't experienced much since he lost his mom.

Derek gently ran his hands up and down Stiles' back slowly, comfortingly, while he waited for Stiles sobs to subside. He had no idea how long they had stood there, but Stiles had definitely been quiet for at least a couple minutes. Derek kept slowly running his hands across Stiles' back, letting him melt into his shoulder. After a couple deep, steadying breaths, Stiles let go of Derek and stepped back. He looked away from Derek awkwardly, rubbing the back of his arm. "Stiles...?" Derek asked softly when Stiles remained silent. "Is this what it felt like after-" Stiles murmured quietly without looking at Derek. Derek stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed visibly. "Yes." Derek whispered. As impossible as it seemed, Stiles' head managed to drop even lower. Derek reached up and lifted Stiles' chin gently, looking him in the eyes, "Stiles. You're not alone. You were there for me, and- and I'm here for you." Tears burst forth from Stiles as he collapsed forward into Derek's arms. Derek shushed him quietly and lowered both of them to the edge of the bed. Stiles bawled into Derek's shoulder and Derek held him, just as he had wished someone had done for him after Boyd.

Stiles was letting out all the pain and anger, suffering and helplessness, agony and heartbreak, and Derek knew all too well how torturous that process was. He held on to Stiles’ for the better part of an hour, until eventually he ran out of steam and fell asleep. After gently lowering Stiles’ peaceful form and tucking him in, Derek looked down and wiped away the tears that were left on his cheeks, chin, and nose. Derek inhaled deeply, but shakily, as he bit back his own tears. Seeing Stiles go through this awful ordeal cut Derek, straight to the core. Derek decided right then and there that he would do everything in his power to lessen Stiles’ pain. He laid down next to Stiles and held him again, noting the shift in Stiles’ scent to contentment. Stiles’ scent shift was very pleasant, and Derek soon drifted off.

Stiles woke up the next morning, overheating as the sunlight streamed into his bedroom. The only problem was that the heat was coming from behind him, and he was facing the sun. He stiffened as he realized there was an arm draped over his chest, and the memory of what happened the previous night came flooding back. Usually he has to spend several minutes distracting himself from the nightmares he wakes up from because “remembering them is often worse than having them”, Stiles tells Scott. He realized it wasn’t a nightmare, and he confirmed this when he craned his head around and saw a leather jacket-clad, dark haired, scruffy werewolf in his bed, nuzzling the back of his neck. Stiles head snapped back to facing forward as he squinted his eyes hard and searched his memory, trying hard to recall every detail. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t said or done anything stupid with Derek. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized there hadn’t been anything done or said which could have revealed how he felt for Derek. Derek stirred and pulled Stiles closer to him. A few seconds later, Stiles heard, and felt, a small huff come from behind him. It tickled the hair on the back of his neck and he quickly stifled a giggle. This time when Derek stirred, he retracted his arm and yawned widely, his eyes still tightly shut. Stiles gently peeled back the covers and tried to climb out. “Stiles?” He heard Derek mumble before he could get even one leg out. “Uh, hey, Derek.” Stiles replied awkwardly. “Sorry if you didn’t want me to stay. You kind of passed out before I could ask.” Derek apologized as he sat up. “Why’d you stay?” Stiles asked as he climbed out of his bed. Derek didn’t immediately answer, a shadow crossed his face, and, for a moment, he once again looked like he did when Stiles first met him: hollow, dead. “Nightmares.” Derek said quietly, looking at the window. Stiles froze where he had been fiddling with papers at his desk, he turned to Derek. “You too?” He asked softly, setting the papers down and sitting on the edge of the bed. The bed shifted as Derek slid himself to the edge and sat next to Stiles. “Still to this day.” Derek admitted. Stiles reached over and put an arm around Derek, then dropped his head to his shoulder. “Maybe- maybe I could text you next time I have a bad night?” Stiles stammered quietly from Derek’s shoulder. “I told you I’m here for you. I meant it.” Derek said. “But then why didn’t you ever come to me about Boyd? You said I was there for you, but you never talked to me.” Stiles asked. “Things were complicated, and now they are even more so.” Derek replied cryptically. “No clue what that means, but it’s ok.” Stiles told Derek as he sat up. Derek glanced over at Stiles, then stood up and headed for the window. With one foot out the window, Derek turned to Stiles, “You know how to get a hold of me, just leave the window unlocked like normal.” Stiles nodded and smiled softly. Derek’s brows softened, and a corner of his mouth may have twitched slightly upwards.

~~~ One Year Later ~~~

A cold draft creeped through the window in Stiles’ room, like it had for nearly a year now. Stiles shivered and put on an oversized sweater. Stiles remembered it as clearly as though it were yesterday, he had texted Derek during a bad night, but forgot to unlock the window. He had tried to grow stronger and not rely on Derek’s comforting embrace at night, but it was slow work. That particular night, Stiles waited as long as he possibly could to text Derek before he started to black out from the panic attack. Derek had to force the window open to get to Stiles, and it had never sealed shut since then. Stiles smiled fondly at the memory, the smile accompanied by the usual pang of heartbreak every time he thought about Derek, saw a black Camaro, saw the red of Scott’s eyes, or the blue of Malia’s. Derek had left with Braeden without a word to any of them. Stiles had felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. For a while, he thought that he might have preferred a Berserker actually doing that over having to live with the constant agony.

He was finishing a diagram for biology homework when he heard that window slide open. Stiles spun around and raised the pencil like a knife. “Really Stiles, I’m not a vampire, staking me with a pencil won’t do anything other than irritate me.” Derek’s voice came from outside the window as he lowered his legs to the floor. Stiles dropped the pencil. “Derek?” Stiles voice broke as Derek smiled, actually, genuinely smiled at him. “Get the fuck out.” Stiles demanded coldly, picking his pencil up and sitting back down at his desk. “Whoa, did I miss something?” Derek asked in shock. “Only a whole year!” Stiles spun in his chair and shouted, “Only saying goodbye, only giving a reason for leaving, only saying you’re sorry, only almost an entire year of the life of the one person that I know of who is in love with you!” “Stiles, I-“ Derek began to apologize. “No, I’m not done yet. I’ve waited a year to say all this, and I’m going to say all of it, right now.” Stiles cut him off, standing up and brandishing an accusatory finger. Derek nodded his head silently. “You know what I realized when I saw you bleeding to death? You know why I hesitated to go help Scott? Because I realized I never told you that I loved you. I thought you were going to die without me getting the chance to tell you.” Tears were streaming down Stiles’ face, and his breath was coming in ragged sobs. “Why did you leave? You have any idea how hard it was to see you die and then ‘poof’ not-dead Derek plus full wolf shift? And then you ran off without a word!? You flipped my world upside down twice in the space of a couple minutes. That’s what you do to me Derek.” Stiles’ breath was now dangerously sharp, and he leaned against his chair precariously. A split second after they locked eyes, Derek lurched forward and, just like the first time, hugged Stiles. Stiles didn’t resist, but he didn’t hug Derek back either.

“I had already grown to like you Stiles, and that month when I spent almost every other night with you, that just compounded it. But you had just broken up with Malia, so I didn’t know what to do or say about my feelings. But in the van, when you talked about the triskelion, and about Satomi’s control chant, I just knew. It hit me like a ton of bricks.” Derek explained quietly over Stiles’ shoulder. Derek sighed and continued, “I knew for sure in that moment that I had fallen in love with you Stiles Stilinski. But then I witnessed what watching me suffer on the brink of death did to you. I couldn’t bear to put you through that ever again. At the same time, it hurt so much to leave, I couldn’t even look at you or say anything. The best I could do was nod at Scott and then try to distract myself from thinking about you by leaving with Braeden.” Stiles huffed shakily at him, “You broke my heart to keep my heart from getting broken. Sound logic right there.” “I’m here to mend it Stiles. If you’ll let me.” Derek said hopefully, pulling back, holding Stiles’ shoulders and looking into his eyes. “I only regret that you actually have to fix it Derek, we could’ve had a whole extra year to ourselves.” Stiles lamented as he looked up at Derek. At those words, Derek’s hands dropped and he looked away, pain flashing across his face. “Hey, I forgive you, if you’ll just… promise not to leave again.” Stiles said softly, putting a hand on Derek’s chest. “I promise I won’t leave you again.” Derek whispered, his brows furrowing in pain as his eyes watered. Stiles stepped forward and grinned widely up at Derek. The pain vanished from his face and was replaced with a gentle smile and a warm glow. “God I almost forgot how beautiful you are.” Derek whispered as his eyes roamed Stiles’ face, drinking in every last mole. “I had that picture that Liam took of all of us one night just after wrapping up a meeting.” Stiles admitted. “The picture where you decided to lay across me?” Derek asked flatly. “Hey! Scott pushed me off the arm of the couch, I fell across you Sourwolf.” Stiles shot back with a laugh. Derek beamed at the sound of his old nickname coming from Stiles.

Time froze. Silence fell. Derek could feel his heart pounding against Stiles’ hand and he could hear the machine gun fire of Stiles’ own heart. They weren’t even a foot apart, and Derek was becoming intoxicated by the scent he had missed for so long. Stiles’ tongue poked nervously out to wet his lips, and Derek’s eyes flicked down momentarily. When he looked back up, he and Stiles stared into each others’ eyes. The whiskey brown of Stiles’ eyes looked so deep and lonely to Derek, and the green-gold of Derek’s looked so longingly into Stiles’. Derek didn’t have the chance to lean down before Stiles’ dragged him down by the shirt, pressing their lips firmly together. The swiftness that Stiles displayed shocked Derek, but he didn’t miss a beat, sliding his hands around Stiles’ lower back to bend him backwards. He deepened the kiss as he leaned Stiles backwards slightly, and Stiles’ spare hand found its way into the hair on the back of Derek’s head. Stiles scraped his fingernails against Derek’s scalp as Derek sucked on his tongue. Derek pulled back, but only for a moment before diving back in, breathlessly exclaiming, “Fuck.” He leaned back in, kissing more gently this time. Derek was tender, loving, in the way he kissed Stiles now. Stiles relaxed his grip on Derek’s shirt and ran his hand over the area, smoothing the wrinkles before gently gliding his hand up to Derek’s cheek. Each kiss became smaller and smaller, each more chaste than the last. Eventually they stepped apart, and Derek took Stiles’ hands. “Only one year late, still, better late than never.” Stiles admitted with a smirk.

“So where does this leave us?” Derek asked as he ran his thumb across the back of Stiles’ hand. “Together, it seems. Finally.” Stiles quipped with a smirk. With a quick step forward, Stiles hugged Derek, leaning his face against Derek’s wide chest. “Finally.” Derek said softly. “Derek… are you hard?” Stiles asked mischievously.

-to be continued hehehe-

[tvd-spn-imagines]

Stefan & Klaus (ft Kol) Imagine

Anon - prompt 22 please with stefan like the reader have turn her humanity off

 #22 "Who's going to stop me, you?"  

Anon - Hi, can u do an imagine where the reader turn off her humanity and klaus help her because he love her please?  

*Instead of making two imagines of this I'm mixing them up hope you don't mind*

(Warning: Mentions of death, Long as heck)

"Y/N, why are you doing this?" Stefan begged which made you scoff at the question, "Hmm, I don't know Stefan, maybe because my mother was killed last night by Kol Mikaelson, and Klaus didn't even try to stop him, he wasn't even around to see it happen."

You shook your head and smiled folding your arms across your chest, "If you let me go I won't bother anyone in the town, I'm going after Kol and then I'm leaving Mystic Falls for good, keeping me here is just going to make me more revengeful."

Stefan was confused by your words, "Y/N, why would Klaus try to stop his brother for you? I know he's not as bad but... it doesn't make sense."

You rolled your eyes, "God keep up Stefan, Klaus and I have been together for months now, I'm surprised you haven't figured it out but I'm assuming it's just because we're that good at lying."

You smirked in amusement as you witnessed the man you call your brother grow speechless, suddenly he rushed off leaving you in the cell all alone. You huffed, shrugging before returning to the uncomfortable bed where you lay down and felt the blood slowly drain from your veins.

Stefan's P.O.V

"I'm surprised you've asked me to come meet with you, Stefan, I thought we weren't on good terms anymore." Klaus chuckled as he sat in the empty space in front of me in the Mystic Grill, after everything this man has done to me and my friends I hate him, but, if there's any chance he can save Y/N, I have to take it.

"Y/N," Just her name seemed to interest the vampire as Klaus sat up straight and furrowed his eyebrows, "She turned their humanity off, you can blame your brother Kol for it, but I need your help."

Klaus leant back in his seat frowning but I could see the fury in his eyes at the mention of Kol, "How could I possibly help you? Y/N, she’s, we're- " 

"Don't try to come up with an excuse Klaus, she told me you are together, Y/N blames you for the death of their mother."

Klaus choked on his words, he had not known anything about Y/N's mother's death, he knew Kol was going out for 'a quick bite' as he put it but if he knew it was Y/N's mother....

"What can I do? Let me talk to them, I need Y/N to know that I wasn't apart of this."

Stefan nodded picking up his jacket, "Then let's go.”

Y/N P.O.V

You groaned upon hearing the voice of Stefan as you just woke up from a tiring nap, "You ready to let me go, Stefan? Last chance." You mumbled weakly as you slowly sat up wincing from the pain in your bones, "By now I'm assuming you feel as if your whole body feels like sandpaper, not the best feeling is it?" Stefan asked tilting his head to the side.

"No, but it won't last long, I'll get out of here soon enough." You responded with your eyes closed, you heard Stefan sigh, "That's not going to happen."

You chuckled opening your eyes to meet Stefan's from the door, "And who's going to stop me, you?" You mockingly pouted but only frowned when a different face came into your view, "No love, me." Klaus spoke, smiling sadly down at the sight of you.

You didn't care what he thought of you, after what he did, he wouldn't win this battle, nobody would but you, "Oh yes, bring the person I most trusted who is now responsible for my mother's death, great idea Stefan but it's not going to work." You smiled before lying down and turning away from the two vampires behind the steel door.

"Then why aren't you looking at me love, if my being here isn't affecting you..."

You shook your head but gritted your teeth from the pain, "Oh, it's not, but I'd hate for you to see what you've done to me, you might actually feel sorry."

"Fine then, Stefan, let's go, for now, Y/N needs more time before we can talk."

You weakly chuckled closing your eyes as you fell asleep hearing the footsteps gradually grow quieter.

“Y/N.”

You groaned fluttering your eyes open just to be met with Klaus glancing down at you as he sat at the edge of the bed in the cellar, “What are you doing in here?” You mumbled lightly closing your eyes until you felt Klaus move, “To give you this after you listen and talk to me.”

You could smell the blood bag before you saw it which peaked your interest but you were still sceptical, “What? Is it laced with vervain, where’s Stefan in this little plan of yours?” You questioned curiously but Klaus just smiled, 

“He’s gone out, trying to catch Kol of all people, hoping the anger you feel for him will trigger your emotions.”

“I’m done with feeling anything, nothing will persuade me to turn it back on.” You replied, you noticed the pain that registered in Klaus’ eyes at your words, you just rolled your eyes, “What do you want to know?” You asked hoping to get the blood bag in your system asap, the hunger you felt gradually growing more intense.

“Nothing, but I want you to know that I didn’t know what Kol was intending to do when he killed your mother.“

You glared at him with the strength you had, “Is that all?”

“No, I want you to know that I love you and that will never stop, I’ve been through some bad times myself, I went on killing sprees, staked my siblings, I know the pain you feel and I won’t give up on you, no matter how long it takes.”

You closed your eyes and nodded pretending to acknowledge his words as he gently stroked your cheek. You heard him sigh before you felt the blood bag by your hand, “Here, just don’t tell Stefan I gave it to you.”

You lightly chuckled at his humour in the situation but frowned feeling him stand up, you managed to grab his hand before he moves too far away, “Klaus?”

The hybrid turned to you curiously as you tried to lift yourself up but fail to do so, Klaus was at your side in seconds helping you sit up, making you smirk victoriously, 

“Have fun explaining to Stefan how I got out.” You chuckled snapping the hybrids neck before consuming the blood bag and vamp speeding out of the room, locking Klaus in before leaving the house for good.

It was dark outside, thank God, since Stefan took your ring, this made drinking people and regaining your strength so much easier as you found a bonfire party going on in a clearing in the woods. 

A perfect opportunity! You drank from five people in total but didn’t kill them, you were smart not stupid. After you drank from them you erased their memory of you from their mind and moved on to the next until you were satisfied to leave and finally get your revenge.

Klaus P.O.V

“You let Y/N escape!” Stefan growled as I managed to come back into consciousness. Sighing I pushed myself up to the face the vampire who glared at me angrily, “ I was tricked, I was ready to speed away and lock the door, but her voice stopped me, I know it’s my fault and I'll do everything to get Y/N back, I’m more determined now than ever.”

Stefan frowned but nodded, “You better be.” After that sentence, Stefan didn’t move, as if wanting to ask more, finally he did, “Why did she not tell me, of your relationship?” He asked in confusion. 

Y/N had told me that she told Stefan everything, he and Damon were like brothers to her but she was afraid of what they would say about their relationship, especially with everything going on, “Some secrets are stronger than family, no matter how close you may be.”

Suddenly my phone went off, Y/N’s name popping up making me immediately answer, “Y/N, where are you?” 

Kol’s voice replied making my blood boil, “Y/N is safe for now brother, did you know she was coming to kill me? Quite stupid really, I though Y/N was smarter than that.”

“Kol, I swear  if you hurt-”

“Nik.“ Y/N’s weak voice spoke through the phone alerting the two vampires as they listened in, “Kol told me you didn’t know about my mother, my humanity is not back but I am sorry.”

Y/N coughed before continuing, “Kol is going to kill me, and I’m not going to fight back-” “Okay, that’s enough.” Kol spoke as he moved the phone away and continued to speak instead, “We’re family brother, but when someone tries to kill me, I get my revenge, that doesn’t change for anyone.”

“Kol, “ I growled glaring at Stefan who was now on the phone texting Bonnie to do a locator spell to find Kol and Y/N, “Kol, don’t do this, I will hunt you down and kill you myself if you harm Y/N anymore than you already have.”

Stefan nodded after Bonnie texted back their location, I didn’t waste any time to get their while on the phone to Kol. I glared at my brother as I witnessed him gripping Y/N tightly, a wooden stake now pressed firmly against her body, right above her heart but not yet piercing it.

“Klaus.” Y/N was now crying, her humanity was now turned back on from the fear of dying. “Kol. Let. Y/N. Go.”

Kol glanced between the three of us and smirked, “Sure.”

We were all shocked as Kol pushed Y/N towards me and she ran into my arms bawling, “I’m sorry!” Y/N cried as I hugged her tightly and told her it was okay.

 Stefan growled at Kol who chuckled rolling his eyes, “Oh for God’s sake, I was helping you! Y/N turned the switched back on, right?”

“Yeah, after you killed her mother, making her turn it off in the first place!” Stefan growled, Y/N turned in my arms and glared at my brother who raised his hands up in defeat, 

“I swear I didn’t realise who she was until the damage was done, the woman figured out who we were and was planning to tell everyone, I had to stop her.” He tried to defend himself but the three of us glared at him, “Y/N, tell me what you want to be done and it’s done.” I spoke down as Y/N glared at Kol,

“Leave Mystic Falls for good and never come back. If I ever hear the name Kol Mikaelson in this town again I’ll come after you, stronger than ever and with others on my side, I have connections Kol, and it won’t take them much convincing to have them on my side in this fight.”

Stefan glanced at Y/N but didn’t speak, I was shocked at her words but also held back from speaking as Kol actually nodded agreeing to the plan, “This agreement is fair, you won’t hear from me in this town ever again.” The original spoke before vamp speeding off making it just the three of us now in the forest.

“Thank you, both of you, for not giving up on me, and Stefan, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

Stefan smiled and nodded as you moved out of my arms to pull him into a hug, “I was afraid of how you’d react.” 

Stefan kissed the top of your head, “I understand, and after today I know that Klaus really does love you, so, even though I’m not on good terms with him, I trust that he makes you happy and that’s all that matters.”

“Thanks, mate, I’ll protect her at whatever costs, you can count on that.” Stefan nodded at my words, “I know.”

[mon-amour-eternel]

Never, Ever

Set in a nebulous time period after the originals are woken up, before the ball. Nothing else is going on in this au except that. Rated T/SFW.

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The whole gang is just enjoying a peaceful moment, trying to have fun for once. With Katherine locked up and the originals having a family moment (luckily free of violence), they have the time. The Salvatore Boarding House is a good place for their antics (though Damon does not agree), so the girls are running around pranking each other, playing games.

Bonnie exaggerates her chanting to sound extra spooky, aiming wiggling fingers towards Caroline and Elena. They giggle, shriek and run through the winding hallways, trying to be careful not to run into the brothers. If they catch the girls, they get a point; that would lead to their egos inflating even more than they already are, aka Caroline’s worst nightmare.

Well, Caroline does run into someone, and it isn't Matt (who is on their team against Bonnie and the Salvatores), or the brothers. It's...herself. A version of herself, more like, who has bags under her eyes for days, and hair that looks unwashed (something Caroline makes sure never happens; personal hygiene is important). Even weirder is the figure next to her -- a version of Klaus with scruffy hair and a stench of blood. Both of them are sweaty, and staring at her and the building around them incredulously. But the weirdest of all is that they're curled around each other, Klaus’s front pressed to her clone’s back. The weird couple is the spitting image of her and Tyler, except … not her and a Klaus clone.

Her shriek is instantaneous. There’s no time for her to stare at them, not when she needs either Bonnie or one of the brothers to help her with this seriously-above-her-pay-grade mess, asap.

Not!Klaus winces, while Not!Caroline glares. “Shut up!” She hisses, pressing further back into the evil man behind her. It causes a chain reaction of them touching each other. Not!Klaus rubs a hand down Not!Caroline’s arm, which she then clutches in her own.

Caroline, in utter shock at the way her clone is so close to the guy harassing them, bolts. She doesn’t look back to make sure she isn’t being followed.

She once again slams into someone, though this time it’s Damon. His hands land on her hips, and while any other day the thought of Damon touching her would have ready to stake him, she allows it. He looks slightly drunk and a mix of happy and concerned.

“What? What happened?” He demands.

She moves so he’s in standing with his back to the direction she came and she’s looking that way. “I was playing the game, and I ran into someone.”

“‘Someone?’ What the hell does that mean?” His sassy eyebrow jumps up in a classic Damon move.

She bursts, “I don’t know! All I know is that it’s a clone of me, and a clone of Klaus, and they’re all -- “

She cuts off abruptly, seeing the couple moving quickly down the hallway. Damon twists, and it feels like it’s just her and Damon (of all freaking people) against a dangerous unknown. It sucks.

“We can explain,” the clone of herself says, hands up. Klaus, still right behind her, has put on his innocent face -- the one that always spells danger for them. A part of her, a vampire part of her, sees it and knows it’s bullshit instantly.

Damon and Caroline share a look.

“Fine,” he says, and has her drag everyone to the living room. Yeah, there’s a good reason why she hates him.

Caroline decides that the younger of version of her is going to be called Barbie. She then decides that she has not actually missed Damon’s attitude, despite the years of wishing she could have it back. She also does not appreciate Stefan and Elena’s judgement, that she can feel from the loveseat Klaus dragged her into.

“Okay, so say it again,” Bonnie says for what must be the one-thousandth time. She’s sitting next to Elena, who has Matt on her other side. Stefan sits on the arm of the couch. It’s very clear where the divide is.

Caroline doesn’t roll her eyes but it’s a close thing. Klaus, pressed up against her, squeezes her hand in support. They’ve forbidden Klaus from speaking and will only listen to her; it’s a difficult story and he can’t help her because of these stupid baby versions of her friends. Every single one of the babies around her stare like she and Klaus are the freaks.

“After Silas and the others killed the dissidents in all the big cities, they went to all the hotbeds of supernatural and killed the vampires there, too. The werewolves were eradicated pretty early on, but the witches were kept alive to serve the vampires that were still alive. All of you were killed...very quickly. So I went with Katherine to New Orleans to find Klaus. Long story short, we met up, Katherine and the other originals were killed by the de Martels, and we’ve been running ever since.” She breathes out heavily, feeling all the depression, stress, and anxiety of the world Davina sent them away from. The overwhelming helplessness that overcame her when Marcel killed Elijah, leaving them truly alone, and Klaus cried for hours.

“And then some witch sent you back in time,” Elena continues, not seeming to believe her. Barbie doesn’t either. In fact, none of them do.

Damon cuts in, a thorn in her side from across the room (he’s at the bar, which is no shocker), “I have a better question. Why is Klaus stuck to your side like glue?”

“It’s because they’re all that’s left,” Stefan supplies, like he knows everything and can answer for them. God, being alone with Klaus -- who always lets her speak, whenever she wants -- for so long has sheared her temper in half. She has no time for Stefan’s bullshit.

She can’t say anything, though, because Elena sighs in relief. “Thank god. I was scared you two were, like, together or something. If it’s just because there’s no one else, or no other vampires, then I guess it’s okay.”

“Are you suddenly our boss?” Klaus asks, leaning forward. Caroline leans back, burrowing a little closer. She can’t help it; she needs him intimately close.

Matt and Bonnie both rear back, ready to back down against this version of her. Stefan, Damon, and Elena, however, don’t back down. Barbie looks between everyone, unsure of what she could be adding to this..

“No, but come on. Caroline would never, ever get with Klaus, of all people.” Elena does roll her eyes. “She knows better.”

Barbie adds, “I would never date Klaus,” with the appropriate venom in her voice of a person who feels what Elena Gilbert wants her to feel. Caroline wants to scoff and rolls her eyes and also kinda wants to rip Elena to shreds.

Klaus smirks. “For all of these ‘never’s, you’ll be shocked to find out it only took fifteen years. Now, we’re going to go see my siblings while you take in this revelation.” He stands, and doesn’t react when Caroline impulsively jumps on his back so he’ll carry her. There are so few pleasures in their life, that he allows her anything she wants. She’s the same way for him, which is why he’s always touching her. His wolf is so paranoid that she’ll be just gone one day, that he insists on it. She doesn’t mind, and in fact takes advantage of it.

She smirks smugly at the babies as Klaus walks them out. Barbie is flushed, eyeing Klaus. Later, she’s going to tell Klaus all about how he got her hook, line, and sinker even before the ball.

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Shattered Glass|Klaroline Valentine’s Gift Exchange

for @queencarolinemikaelson

*No baby plots, no steroline and all that stuff that we don't like that happened in TVD. Mystic Falls and Caroline’s life was in relative peace from 5x11 and all that jazz, Klaus came to Nola to resurrect his brother not to have babies and man tears.

Klaus really hoped that this wouldn't be the end.

His end.

But tied up and shackled to the floor of his home in the compound, unable to talk, to whisper, magic weakening him, he thought otherwise. His Aunt Dahlia had managed to take him and his siblings by surprise, she had trapped herself, a few vampires that wanted him dead and Klaus, placing a barrier around them that even his family could not get through with their combined strength and the newly awakened Freya’s magic.

They were also confined in the house, stuck on the staircase, rendered helpless to save their brother as they couldn't leave the premises.

He looked over to his aunt, cloaked all in black with an evil glint in her eye. His eyes travelled down her right arm where her fingers clutched at the white oak stake, the one his mother made indestructible. One thing for sure was that his siblings were next. Dahlia came to do what his parents failed at. Ridding the world from abominations. The Mikaelson family. Vampires.

He felt remorse for the first time in a thousand years. Having his life tied to his sires, that they will perish along with him, that the world will lose her light along with his darkness. He should have had Davina severe his blood line. There would be no qualms at her end as the young witch had been focusing on killing Klaus without Marcel dying in the process, but his paranoia and need to have this safety net hanging over his enemies had clouded his judgment.

He should have put her first.

He was so deep into his thoughts, he couldn't hear his aunt squabbling with his siblings, just that there was a creature out there that could kill her. Something supernatural yet not vampire, werewolf or witch. Kol must have figured it out as always, surprisingly knowledgeable for someone so reckless and volatile. His brother held a vast amount of grimoires and other wisdom passed through each generation of witch lines. Seducing young witches was Kol’s favorite past time, and more times Klaus would like to admit, his little brother had helped them out of a sticky situations. Klaus just hoped that if he lived another day he would thank his brother and apologise profusely for daggering him and being useless in stopping his death back in Mystic Falls.

“There hasn't been any of those roaming around for centuries. If you're extremely lucky to find a potential, they will need to hurt deeply enough to transform and I doubt that very much.” Dahlia has broken his thoughts, her voice thick with cockiness.

Klaus was trying to recall anything his subconscious had picked up on while he was lost in his mind. There weren't many creatures he had heard about in theory, witches were very tight lipped around him, especially the way he slaughtered them in temper trying to seek answers on his curse and doppelgangers. He could never find and determine which ones were indeed as real as vampires and werewolves.

There was one creature that the family had searched for and found them to be very real, wanting to find a way to kill Mikael. When they hadn't had a stake to kill him, Mikael having the only one in existence with his name carved into the wood knowing his father, they had found a line of witches with unknown potential to their coven members. They were unconventional witches, some stating that they were more seers than witches. These women were able to tell you a name of a person who was due to die, predicting deaths, some being able to stop that person from dying depended on their own power. Others could twist fate and  name a person, brand them for death and this is what they were searching for, to find someone to brand Mikael with death. Names for the lineage differed over time had whispered to him and his siblings. Harbinger of death was used more frequently as they stayed in England, travellers from Ireland retelling tales of Banshees within their families that could predict death. They had sought the lineage all over Ireland and not one person was able to predict the death and bloodshed that tore through the country.

He was brought out of thoughts yet again by the sounds of heels clicking, getting louder the closer they got. The image that presented to him as he rolled his head to the noise nearly tore his heart out, fear creeping inside of him, fear that could have paralyzed the hybrid if he wasn't already. Klaus thought he already died while focusing on his inner turmoil and reflections or that the image was a hallucination.

By the gods he would die happy if this was the last image he saw.

Caroline Forbes.

Her perfume drifting towards him made sure he knew she was very real.

.

She was going to kill Kol when she actually gets hold of him. He had rung her a few hours ago stating that ‘Nik was gonna die’ and she was ‘the only one who could save him’, ‘that time was running out’. He wouldn't even tell her how she would save Klaus after asking if she needed to bring anything with her, he simply replied that she come here asap and hung upon her. Hung up. She was livid and confused when a text appeared with an address in New Orleans.  

She hated the feeling of fear and helplessness coursing through her veins and she acted on impulse and flashed to her car and sped her way to the city that resided the Originals. She hadn’t even know Kol had been brought back and she briefly had doubts that he was planning a trap for her and her friends deaths in revenge but she was too consumed with trying to save Klaus.

She kept thinking of what could have happened to him, could he be cursed? Need her blood? That thought went out pretty quick, her blood wasn't a cure unlike his. She kept phoning the younger Mikaelson with no luck and terror filled her when she couldn't get a hold of Klaus himself or Rebekah.

Caroline managed to get her to their home within a few hours and compelled a few traffic cops to let her go and to forget about her. When she walked up to the huge, beautiful town house she noticed the large gates open and she walked in carefully listening to her surrounding to indicate some one must be home. She prayed that the other sibling didn't catch her sneaking into their home, if one could with their hearing, and mistake her for trying to harm them. She took a deep breath and listened into the upcoming room where she could hear talking, it sounded like Kol and another woman who spoke with power and conviction.

Turning around the corner she came to what looked like a courtyard with stairs that climbed to the other levels of the house. It looked stunning, and she could tell Klaus had designed the house as it was a similar style to his mansion back home but the other sight in front of her halted her steps as she froze. She narrowed her eyes and zoned in on Klaus, eyes full with pain and body unmoving, a woman was stood above him and she caught the sight of the stake that could kill him. Vampires were gathered around the sidelines in a protective stance facing toward people of the stairs, not just people but the other Mikaelsons too.

Caroline briefly wondered why they weren't going to help their brother when she took another step forward and couldn't move. There was some kind of barrier like the ones in human houses when you weren't invited inside, magical barriers like Bonnie had cast when her friends killed Kol and trapped Klaus in the Gilbert living room. This was another type, it just trapped everyone inside the magic bubble and the rest out.

How was she supposed to save him now?

She was panicking and was sure that if she had been human she would have passed out from holding her breath for so long, it was times like this she loved vampirism. Filtering through her thoughts she remembered Bonnie saying that all magic had loopholes and weaknesses. Raising her shaking hand towards the barrier, ignoring the woman cackling like a stereotypical witch she touched the barrier, sending golden sparks across the barrier making it more visible.

Looking over towards Klaus once more, staring deep into his eyes she glimpsed the stake raised in the air, descending towards his heart. All of a sudden thousands upon thousands of electricity crawled through her veins, from her fingertips climbing higher towards her heart. She barely registered the other vampires in the room dedicating but she didn't, couldn't think about them right now. The stake was reaching closer to Klaus and as soon as it just touched his shirt Caroline instinctively screamed. A high pitched wailing noise echoed around her scream and she saw blood flowing around his henley, the sound of the tip piercing his flesh. Windows were blown outwards from the supersonic screech and eventually the barrier keeping her away from the hybrid shattered.

She hadn't noticed she had collapsed to her knees during the scene, nor where the witch was, too focused on the hybrid in front of her.

.

He stared at her in awe, a tiny, little bit of her transformation unnerved him but he could never be afraid of Caroline, especially now he has understood and accepted the depth of his feelings towards the baby vampire. It started from towards her heart where her hands were clutched together, fingertips turning into a deep, soulless, black stopping at her fingertips. Her skin changed into a pale, deadly ashen grey which made him think she was dying along side him, but the darker grey veins present in vampires were nowhere to be seen. Crimson blood red eyes appeared on her grief stricken face while her hair turned white and was blowing around her face by the force coming out of the tiny woman. It took a bit longer to admit that the screeching, ear piercing noise was coming out of her, mouth wide and trembling. The pain going through him was much much severe than any strong witch he met in his lifetime. Warm, wet, sticky blood oozed from his nostril down to his mouth and he finally felt the searing pain of the white oak tearing through his flesh before coming to a sudden stop, an inch away from its destination. His heart. He heard cracking and shattering of glass being blasted around him and saw the barrier holding him inside break into tiny shards of golden crystals and felt the weight of where his aunt should be lighter, gone. The power she had gripped into him, paralysing his body had disappeared but he still felt numb and couldn't move, feeling his body heal ever so slowly vein by vein, muscle by muscle. Caroline had changed back into her human features and flashed over to him in such speedy determination, carefully removing the stake from his body and taking in between her legs protectively while tearing into her wrist to offer him her blood to replenish. Well not so much of an offer as it was placed into his mouth the moment he went to refuse, not wanting to hurt her.

“What happened?” She whispered brokenly and confused once she took her wrist from him and started to help him sit up.

“You happened darling, and you were magnificent while you were doing your whole..” opening his mouth to imitate her scream “..thing.” Kol teased her happily and jolly that his plan was right and worked.

“That was me? But I'm a vampire, vampires can't do all that.” She looked at me for confirmation, confusion and weariness clouded her features. Klaus nodded to confirm his brothers ill timed joke. “What am I?”

“You’re a Banshee, love.” Klaus found the strength to speak, watching the word register within her and what it means.

“But where did that woman go?” She asked the family, confused when there was another blonde next to Elijah, a mixture of the family's features blended together branding her an instant Mikaelson. Tucking the knowledge and the fact she had a beating heart to the back of her mind, she looked up at them expectantly, a waiting an answer.

“Poof.” Kol chuckled. “What are you talking about?” This time Klaus asking them questions. He was also concerned about the whereabouts of his Aunt, wanting to hunt her down and tear into her throat.

“Gone, she literally exploded into tiny wonderful pieces. I never knew banshees were that powerful.” The younger brother answered, excited and surprisingly sounding proud of what Caroline had done without her knowledge.