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bunny-lou · 5 years ago

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Can you please write an evil core4 for me😫I love the idea so much

Enjoy!

(For people who are unfamiliar, the evil core 4 idea started when someone sent an anonymous ask suggesting that Mal was still evil and her plan this whole time was to get Ben to bring down the barrier in D3, then it morphed into Mal and Uma were partners all along and that the core four wanted the barrier down to get revenge on their parents. Read more here and here and here!)

Warning for a dark and twisted story. Mentions of abuse and non-con and violence.

“You thought a year was going to change everything? After 16 years of living at hell! The things we’ve been through - that you caused - the starvation and the predators and the abuse and the-the violence a-and-and-!”

“Deep breath, princess.” Jay tells her as he wraps his arm around Evie’s trembling shoulders. “We’re gonna make them pay, don’t worry.”

Belle and Adam lay shaking on the ground on the lawn of Auradon Prep. Their hands are tied behind their back and they cling to one another.

“You don’t get to ask why!” Evie still shrieks at them. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palm when she really wants to dig them into Belle’s face. “Everything that we’ve been through, me and Carlos and Dizzy…” Her voice breaks again as she chokes for air. Her anger and pain have left her distraught and speechless when the emotions become too much.

Jay pulls her into his chest. The action may make them look weak, but compared to the former king and queen huddled on the dirty floor, it doesn’t seem so bad.

“She was just a little girl.” Evie cries into his chest. “When her grandma gave her to Gaston and he-.” The pain and anger become too much again and she hiccups.

“Gaston?” Belle asks. Her eyebrows raise in concern and she looks between Jay and Evie and her husband. “With little Dizzy? The one with the big glasses? What did he do to her?”

Jay sneers down at her and pulls Evie away. “It’s too late to give a shit now.” He rubs Evie’s shoulder. “It’s okay, princess. We’ll get him back. Dizzy is safe now, remember? She’s with Freddie and Celia. We’ll get Gaston and Lady Tremaine and Drizella, okay?”

Evie just cries and nods.

“Knock knock.” Uma announces herself as she leans on an imaginary doorway. Behind her, the citizens of Auradon are in similar states to Belle and Adam - hands tied as the kneel on the ground, each group being watched by a different VK. “Mal and the boys just found your parents.” She tosses her head and Jay and Evie follow her gaze. “You guys lowered the barrier, so you get the first fun.” Uma grabs at her hip and pulls out a knife. “Wanna use mine? It’s extra dull, way more painful.”

“I’ve got my own idea,” Jay flips his lighter out of his pocket, “but thanks.” As they leave, Jonas and Harriet take over watching the king and queen.

“I’ll take it!” Evie reaches for the knife with a small grin coming back to her face. “Thanks, Um.”

“Yeah, yeah, just stop you’re boohooing.”

Carlos had been offered the chance to go back to the Isle and help find the vicious four, but he had asked for Gil and Harry to go in his place. He had spent his time rounding up dogs, though he hardly found any dalmatians, and chatting with Dude. Carlos scratched the head of a husky as Jay and Evie and Uma come up behind him.

“Dogs?” Uma tilts her head. “How ironic.”

“Yeah, well,” Carlos shrugs, “the original plan had been to-.”

“Tie bricks to her feet and toss her in the ocean.” Jay, Evie and Uma recite together.

Jay ruffles Carlos’ hair. “You only told us like a hundred times.”

Carlos squirms out from under his grasp and swats at him. “But being eaten by dogs is more…poetic.” He grins wickedly, too wide and with too many teeth. “What she always used to torture me is now reversed.”

“I love the way your minds work.” Jay bats his eyelashes and kisses Carlos’ temple, then Evie’s.

“What about me?” A voice calls from a few feet away. “I’ve been gone for a couple of hours and you already forgot about me?”

“Never.” Evie rushes up to Mal and cups her face. “We’re just all excited.”

Mal reaches up and brushes her fingers across Evie’s cheek, her eyes screwed up in worry. “You’ve been crying. What’s-?”

“It’s all about to be fixed.” Evie tells her softly and presses their foreheads together. “Once we do this, no more nightmares or anger or pain. We’ll have revenge and safety.”

“And once they’re dead, we’re burning the remains.” Carlos reminds them. “And then we’re scattering the ashes as far as we can. Bury some, toss some in the ocean, everywhere. Even magic can’t bring them back if-.”

“If there’s no body.” The three finish for him.

Carlos pouts. “Am I really that predictable?”

“Of course not, pup.” Evie wraps her arms around his waist, appreciates the height he’s gained in Auradon instead of being so small compared to her. “Great minds think alike is all.” She kisses his chin.

They all turn to the main event.

At the edge, having just crossed the barrier, are Maleficent and Jafar and Cruella and the Evil Queen. They’re being brought forward by Harry and Gil, who have been joined by Uma.

“Are we ready for this?” Jay asks, his eyes never leaving his father.

“It doesn’t matter.” Mal answers shortly. “They’re here, we’re here, it’s ending.” She looks around. “What did we do with Ben? And Jane and Ally?”

“All the kids are inside.” Evie reassures her. The idea of referring to people her own age as ‘kids’ doesn’t seem odd at all. “They won’t see.”

“They didn’t do anything wrong.” Carlos mumbles as they all walk forward.

“Just like we never did.” Jay says.

All too soon, they’re standing before their parents. Up close, the villains all have gags in their mouths.

“They were obnoxious as fuck.” Harry explains without anyone asking. “Ya all have it from here?”

Mal nods.

“We’ll stay close.” Uma tells her. “Just in case they try to run.”

Jafar snarls through the cloth in his mouth - probably indignant at the suggestion of him running, and Jay sneers at him.

“We’ll go get the adults from Auradon.” Gil offers. The tension seems to make him uncomfortable. “So they can all watch.”

“It’s okay.” Evie tells him before anyone else can respond. “You don’t have to watch this, Gil.”

His shoulder relax and he sighs. “Oh, cool. Thanks.” And he turns away, but doesn’t wander far.

Jafar is still shouting and stomping his feet.

Jay finally rolls his eyes and snatches the cloth. “Fucking what?”

“You insolent little brat!” Jafar seethes, arms twisting as if he could get loose. “You had one job and you-!”

“Did it!” Jay cuts him off. “We did the plan, we got the barrier down, but we did it our way on our time. And now the plan has changed.”

Jafar spits at him and laughs. “You think you’re such a man, don’t you, boy? You think you’re so strong and tough against someone with their hands tied? You want a real fight, let me loose and stop being a coward!”

“Isn’t this what you taught me?” Jay mocks. “To go after someone weaker?” He takes a step forward and punches Jafar in the gut, watching as he kneels over. “Isn’t this what you did when you were kicking the shit out of me at 10?” Jay sends his foot flying forward and into Jafar’s face. “Isn’t this what you did when you were sticking your hands down the pants of girls a quarter of your age?”

Mal puts a hand on his shoulder, but doesn’t pull back. “Let this last for as long as you need it to.” She tells Jay and squeezes, then she turns to Carlos and Evie. “Do you want to say anything to them?”

“No.” Carlos shudders. “I never want to hear her voice again.” He looks warily at his mother, head high and defiant as she glares down at him.

He’s probably taller than her now, if he could stand straight. But just the presence of Cruella is enough to snatch his spine away.

“Take her away.” Mal shoos Cruella. “You have it planned out with Dude, right?”

Carlos nods. “Yeah. Once he starts, the other dogs know to follow.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to hear her scream?” Evie asks him as she reaches for his hand.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“I saw the Dalmatian people down that way.” Mal points to her right. “Take her over there and let those dog fuckers watch what their little puppies are capable of.”

Carlos takes a deep breath and stands straighter, Dude at his feet. “Let’s go.” He marches first and Harry follows, shoving Cruella forward.

Evie watches as he goes, silent for a long moment as the only sound is Jay punching his father over and over again. She inhales and looks forward, blood freezing. “Hi, mommy.”

The Evil Queen, tall and regal as ever, has no response.

“I’m going to carve up your skin.” Evie tells her, voice hardly more than a whisper. She twirls Uma’s knife in her fingers. “I’m going to disfigure your face and scar your skin and I’m gonna make you sit in a room of mirrors so you always know that the ugliness on your outside matches your inside.”

Maybe it’s just the setting sun, but Evie swears she sees her mother pale.

“And then I’m going to burn you,” Evie hisses. She feels hot and sweaty and nervous, but she doesn’t need to look perfect anymore, her mother isn’t in charge anymore. “Alive. You’re going to be scarred and wrinkled for your last few minutes on Earth.”

Evie’s fingers twitch at her sides. She’s aware of Mal watching her, and of Maleficent beside her, and most of the kneeling Auradon population behind her.

Quickly, she reaches and snatches the gag out of her mother’s mouth. “And I want to hear you scream.”

“What a little disappointment you are.” The Evil Queen says. Her voice isn’t loud, but it rings across the yard. “Look at you.” She sneers with disgust. “The tummy, the split ends, the chubby cheeks.” She looks nearly nauseous. “If I have to live knowing I had a daughter who looks like this - willingly - then I’d rather die.”

Evie blinks back the tears. It’s not fair that she’s holding a knife and her mother is bound, but somehow it’s still Evie who wants to cry and hide.

She won’t give her mother that satisfaction though.

“Good.” Evie hisses and, so fast no one has time to prepare, she slashes her mother’s face.

The Evil Queen screams and tries to clutch her face, but the violent jerking just has her falling to the dirty ground.

Mal looks at her like a crawling bug and she looks at Evie with a little smile. “Atta girl.” She praises proudly.

Then, Mal faces her own demon.

Maleficent’s eyes had never strayed since she crossed the barrier. She had paid no mind to Jafar’s grunts of pain or the snarling dogs or the Evil Queen’s screeches. She had only ever looked at Mal.

“You know, I thought for a while about what I would do to you.” Mal says slowly as she meets Maleficent’s stare. “Nothing sounded good enough. Or, well, bad enough. Drowning was too gentle, fire wouldn’t last long enough, bleeding you dry was more effort than you’re worth.”

She tries to sneer, but Maleficent has no expression.

“I did some research and called in a few favors.” Mal reaches slowly into her pocket and pulls out a steel box. “I’m pretty happy with what I decided.”

The box clicks open and inside is nothing special - to a human. Just bits of metal, nuts and bolts and corks and screws.

But they mean something to Mal.

They mean even more to Maleficent.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Mal says as her mother raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna burn myself too when I touch the iron. When I pick it up and force it down your throat.” She growls and wishes her eyes would flash green, but she’s shaking too much to be scary. “Even if I’m just half fairy, it’ll hurt. But that’s fine. It’ll be the last scar you ever cause.”

Surely the all knowing Maleficent had sensed Uma behind her, but she still falls to her knees when Uma kicks the back of her legs. Uma grabs Maleficent’s shoulders to keep her down as Mal reaches for the gag.

“You might not scream.” Mal says as the cloth drops to her feet. “But even if you keep it in, I’m going to know that you’re in pain.” She pinches her mother’s cheeks, digs her nails in until the pressure is too much.

“I’ll hold the box.” Uma offers out one hand. She would offer to force the iron down Maleficent’s throat herself - iron won’t burn witches like it will fairies - but she knows how important it is for Mal to do it herself.

“Thanks.” Mal sets the open box in Uma’s palm and grabs the first piece, crying out as it singes her fingertips. Smoke sizzles from the skin on iron contact and it takes more will power than Mal expected to keep going.

She looks down at her mother, mouth pried open and kneeling and just watching her.

“Any last words?” Mal releases her grip ever so slightly.

Maleficent, to everyone’s surprise, grins. Her eyes travel and Mal knows what’s around, she doesn’t have to look. There are kneeling citizens and the VKs standing tall, Jafar who is unconscious and the Evil Queen who is ribbons, a pack of snarling and growling dogs a distance away. There is terror and chaos all around them.

“Oh baby girl,” Maleficent purrs up at Mal, “I’m proud of you.”

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budugaapologist · 5 years ago

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when you are reading this rant take full offense its 2am here and im mad as hell

fair warning this post is long as fuck and has several arguments pertaining to specific peeves i need to rant about before i go crazy. if you're not interested just keep scrolling it's not hard it's literally the core of social media navigation

you know what? ima say it.

black flag is the best ac game and deserves more recognition than just pirate drinking jokes because:

nearly every named character (sorry burgess and cockram) has development and personalities. cant say that for that many others in other games.

not too much fucking shit to do in it (unlike uhhhhhhhh every fucking other game in the franchise. stop it. i dont need 500 treasure chests in arno's game he already has an excellent revenue with the cafe. i dont need a ton of side quests. i dont need 30+ chests per london burough. i dont need a million question marks on my map. i dont need all of egypt or greece to be littered with shit to do. fuck this.).

unlocking shit is so much easier. edward knows where every treasure chest is and doesnt pay for treasure maps. and literally unlocking shit is so much easier.

base is slept on. its fucking cool. its fucking fun. its fucking useful as shit. its fucking pretty as all hell. fuck you.

good story, fun story, great dlc, relatable story (unless youre some bootlicking cowardly rich cunt) emotional story but not depressing (unity im looking at your ending. origins stop killing children.), satisfying end.

i can do the combat with one hand. you know what that means? i can eat and drink without pausing. i can reply to text messages without pausing. i can pet my dogs and cats while playing.

main character actually has changed by the end of the game a vast amount. motherfucker, edward changed more in his antó mission than ezio did in his trilogy.

if you dont complete all objectives you still have a passing score on the mission. do you know what its like to be raised to only get good grades on stuff and see yourself getting a 60% on a thing thats supposed to be a pass time just because you forgot something.

the naval combat isnt hard you just need practice. also i know the hunter ship sucks in the first mission you encounter but literally drop your sails but hold the wheel. once its in view let go. swim to it. take out the crew. swim back. bada bing bada boom go oneshot the crew. incredible, you're safe now.

legendary ship battles are really fucking cool and my mom doesnt yell at me for killing a giant beast for next to nothing.

the sea shanties and tavern songs slap.

farm animal petting simulator. not forced to kill dogs (ac3, odyssey).

obviously its good if the other games are just gonna copy paste it.

ed's tattoos are sick.

edward is literally the first canon bisexual. he literally says so in game. he literally fucking flirts with blackbeard. he literally was a pirate. why the fuck do you think birate is such an accurate pun.

diving outfit.

thicc.

the female characters dont have titties all over the place. even anne's boobs arent that big, which is good considering she is underage. the same cannot be said for many of the women in ezio's games.

guess who has a solid, interesting, and realistic personality. not kassandra or alexios thats for sure.

he is NOT moved by man pain (ezio, connor, bayek) to carry out his missions. he didn't want to be poor, he wanted to be able to provide for his family. he is just carrying out his dream to sail a ship. when he starts being "good", he is doing it out of guilt and shame on his past self (what, self reflection? someone, teach jacob this term), not because "wahh my girlfriend/mom/child/family died :'(", he wanted to make it up to his lost friends by making them proud and doing what they wished he had done. his regrets are in not being a better friend while mary was alive, not seeking out her killers (guards at fort). thatch's death crushed him, but he didn't thrust his anger on seeking revenge. and the characters that did die? they had personalities and development and were interesting and memorable. i cant tell you shit about cristina.

he is very respecting of women, especially for a white guy from the 1600s. he, as a teenager (under 17 i believe), attempted to save a woman he did not know and had no intentions of wooing (hey um ezio? you literally only were able to save cristina from being raped because you stalked her because you thought she was attractive. like thanks for saving her but uhh am i the only one that finds that creepy?) even though the odds of winning against three older men were stacked against him and he knew they could (and almost did) beat him to death. fuck if caroline wasnt there he would've been killed.

the modern day stuff is an excellent way to separate intense scenes and the little mini hacking games are fun puzzles. oh boohoo desmond isn't there? yes he was, half the things you hack literally give you desmond content.

rebecca's outfit fucking slaps.

from experience, its fun to play even if you dont know shit about the other ac games. pirates are cool and the story is easy to follow, just be prepared to find some of the other endings big letdowns or lots of the other games' missions boring.

is that fanservice that goes both ways but doesnt oversexualize any gender? why yes, it is!

stop reducing black flag to alcoholism jokes like yall constantly fucking do, it has so many other talking points and if you wanna make fun of something maybe choose something that isnt addiction. literally i make fun of edward constantly without pointing out his alcoholism it isnt that hard. if you're gonna make fun of edward for drinking rum when water in the 1700s often wasnt safe and making fun of him when he was depressed (he has multiple other intended self harming behaviors shown in game so no, he wasnt just drinking because its fun), why don't i see the same "wHy is aLL tHe WiNE gONe?" posts for arno? he was an alcoholic too. in fact arno and edward have a lot of the same forms of depression but oh, arno's a more serious character personality wise and isn't a pirate so his grieving isn't as funny.

and like, there are plenty of other things to make fun of with edward that might not make light of alcoholism because no, edward's drinking in the main story was not written to be a joke. here, a list of things i regularly make fun of him for:

this highwaisted man's got feminine hips

there is no reason for him to be that thicc

his bangs are a mess

his hair???? glows???? okay rapunzel.

his tatts that are just lines

actually you know what his tatts in general what do they mean ubisoft what even language are the words on his body in

how this whore opens the bottled messages on the beach. "ah yes, let me put this mysterious item in my mouth. i have no idea where its been. i could very well open it to read a note that says "i pissed on this""

"woman i just met... must respect her.. man i just met... im either going to give you a death threat, tease you, or flirt... sometimes multiple choices will be done......"

i mean he had the full right to be a bastard to walpole on the beach since he did try to be friendly but walpole was being to bitchy and needy. and like them being stranded wasnt edward's fault but walpole was still gonna make him build a ship and there is no reason for edward to trust walpole since after they get to havana he can easily just be like "thats a pirate, hang him." but like. the way he just immediately decides to steal his identity. legend.

why does he just blindly follow older men's orders like that

he trims his beard to a very odd location. i know it isn't a flattering pose but like. look at the underside of his jaw.

"how many references to dog behavior can we put in one character"

phobia of sleeping in a bed

"you saved my life i am eternally grateful."

edward are you seriously arguing with your eight year old daughter about the difference between a boat and a ship

where are your tanlines

how did he not die of skin cancer first

edward probably doesnt have any body hair because ubisoft didnt want his legs to glow in the dark too

look at his marooned outfit. bitch what the fuck is on your shirt. and where are your hair ties.

his dramatic beauty guru smokey eyes

he held that sword by the blade in the single madman quest. wh

anyway, the long run of this is, if you're gonna reblog an edward post from me specifically to make fun of an overused joke, go fuck yourself.

#edward #ac4 #i talk #assassins creed #im tired #and im tired of it!#im not saying to make fun of arno's alcoholism btw #just... just because edward tends to behave a little happier doesnt mean he is #both these men are depressed but like fuck mental disorders i guess

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justfangstvdto · 6 years ago

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Open Coffin | Chapter 24: “All´s Fair and Karma is a Bitch”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Chapter Summary: A surprising return sets the reader and Kol on a path of no return..

Warnings: canon-divergent lore (it'll make sense when you read it, I promise) this one is also mostly focused on Kol, angst, typical tvd violence, so much dialogue, canon divergence

Word count: 4389

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

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Recap:

What’s going on?” Is all you could manage to bring out before you grab the couch again, this time covering the floor before you with a steady stream of blood. It feels like you’re drowning in your own blood.

With your brain in overdrive, you feel your vision declining the more blood is coming out of your mouth, before suddenly everything engulfs into black, as if someone flipped of a light in a dark room. You fall back against Kol unconscious, blood dripping from the corners of your mouth.

“What did you do?!” Kol grits through his teeth, as he scoops you up in his arms to lay you down on the couch behind him..

“Not a thing. She brought that on herself.” Mae shrugs without a care in the world “But this is only the beginning…Say goodbye to the Y/N you know and love. She won’t be the same when she wakes up.”

“Speak. Now!” Kol demands. If she´ss not cooperating soon, Kol will resort to deliciously brutal alternatives, no matter if you claim that she’s your friend. He doesn’t care.

“Patience.” Mae says, her voice layer with a tick of annoyance “But first, I have someone here who is dying to talk to you.”

Kol straightens up, as the sound of heavy boots echoes in the hall. He couldn’t see the person’s face at first due to the blinding sunlight, but when he finally does, all he wants to do is run for his life….

“Surprised to see me?” Klaus smug smile evokes many feelings in Kol, but surprise? No, Kol is not surprised in the slightest. His brother has always managed to get what he wants, the way he wants. Of course, he would find a way to cheat death.

He looks at his older brother, then back to the couch, stepping in his line of sight. Maybe he would focus his rage on him instead of you. But that's might just wishful thinking on his part.

“I'm pretty sure you went up in flames..” Damon Mutter, not quite believing his eyes.

“Oh, I very much did. Quite unpleasant, really. But my dear Maeyra used her vast resources to secure my well-being.” He says, moving his attention to Kol “Cat's got your tongue, brother?”

“Well, brother, I´m not particularly surprised to see you,” Kol replies.

Using the word brother remains to be more of a dismissive term, and Klaus knows that. And he also knows that Kol´s statement is a lie, he didn´t overlook the obvious surprise on his brother's face. However mischievous Kol remains to be, he has always been a bad liar.

“Can we, uh get back to how you´re even here right now?” Stefan says “We drove a stake through your heart.”

“You?” Klaus scoffs, dismissing their involvement to nothing but a coincident “You, gentlemen, were nothing but a pawn - an accessory if you will- to Y/N´s Shakespearean thirst for revenge.”

Stefan quirks his eyebrows up before letting them fall back to their usual resting position. He could reply to Klaus statement verbally. He had things to say about him, he just isn't sure he wants to waste time bothering.

“I knew you couldn´t be trusted.” Damon says, averting his words to Mae “Y/N always did have poor taste in friends.”

“Congratulations, you got me. Boohoo.” Mae sighs, before giving Klaus a pleading look “Would you mind? ”

Klaus smiles and vamp-speeds towards Damon standing nearest and snaps his neck, before quickly moving on to Stefan who couldn't even register what was going on before he too was engulfed in blackness.

“Now, that's better.” Klaus dusts off his hands, “All talk those Salvatores. Well, except for one. “

“Look, “Kol says, having more pressing matters to attend than useless platitudes, “I´d love to chat about whatever this is, but I have an unconscious girlfriend covered in blood back there, so would you mind buggering off. Your betrayal is not on my to-do list today.”

“Betrayal?” Klaus laughs, fake offended “Don't be so dramatic, brother. Maeyra and I merely joined forces because you couldn't keep your girl in line. She helped me lift my curse, I felt obligated to help her. After all, what's worth dying for if not love?”

Love...Kol could not even begin to associate that word with anything his brother does. It makes him sick to his stomach. Or perhaps it´s the worry about your current condition- either way, he senses a veil of danger in the air. Danger that feels different, blood curling and cold.

What if she's right and you won't be the same. But what if-

He pushes the thought aside. If they want to lay their secrets bare for once, he’ll bite their bait.

“Curse?” He asks “What curse?”

“It ain't a curse exactly, but you know, it's six of one, half dozen of the other,” Mae says as she walks further into the room, going straight for your unconscious form. She reaches out, but Kol's firm grasp on her wrist prevents any contact.

“Hands off. “ He warns and everyone knows he'll only warn once.

“I could say the same. “Klaus says, the usual charismatic and boastful s voice nothing but a dangerous whisper.

“Oh, so much Testosterone…” Mae sighs under her breath and pulls her hand free from Kol and heads for the bar. The next bit requires booze. And a lot of it.

Kol follows her every move, while also keeping tabs on Klaus. He's unsure who out of them will screw things up first or who’ll drive him to insanity- whichever comes first.

“Long story short, the magic I once possessed was stored away in here before I became a vampire.” She says and brushes over the scar on her face “The sacrifice of an original was the ultimate source to overpower the protection spell. It was the only way to retrieve said power, alongside rare ingredients I've gathered for the last 100 years. This spell was supposed to set my magic free. But someone must have intercepted it. ”

“Wasn't us.” Kol shakes his head and judging by the look on his opposer they don´t seem convinced. “I never heard of a spell like this. And magic drains away during the transition, how would you retrieve it?”

“Because my magic was hidden away before I was turned, it wasn't lost like yours was. See it as a loophole, no magic drains away if it's undetected.”

Kol read about witches hiding their magic in objects, but never in themselves.

“And what about Y/N? She never had powers.”

“Turns out Momma Salvatore had powers of her own. Weak power but enough to pass it on to Y/N. After her birth, she chose to hide her magic within her. She wanted to tell her when she was older, to give her a choice, but she died before she could do so.”

“And do tell, how do you know this?”

“I might have stolen her diary a few centuries ago. Apparently, everyone in this family is keeping diaries.” She shrugs before rummaging around in her bag, “It's no use to me now if you want it, it's yours.” She slides the worn leatherbound book over the table.

“Now now, love,” Klaus says and leans towards her as if he's sharing a terrible secret “don't skip the best part.”

“Y/N is in transition, fighting a battle in her mind that either leaves her with vampire advantages and witch powers or…” She says, and hesitates for a second “well…..dead. “

Kol feels like someone tightened a noose around his neck. If you look close, you could see the perfected mask of pretend crumbling down and ram emotions taking over. And Kol's first emotion is always its anger.

He digs his fingertips into the leather, and slowly drags his eyes off the carpeting and states at his opponents, ready for torturing the truth out of them if he has to.

“Before you go all Dexter on me, there is a way to help. But you ain't gonna like the cost.”

Klaus turns his head at her words, quickly shaking his head “Out of the question. I will not allow it.”

“Tell me.” Kol demands “Tell me what we have to do to save her.”

There's no question that Kol will do whatever it takes.

No matter the cost.

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Kol had forgotten how much he used to enjoy watching the sunrise. The light streaming into the living room is bold and free for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake.

Even when the world was drowning in grief and hardship, the sky remained beautiful. It always gave him hope that if the sun keeps rising, so could he.

Even though his name alone represents darkness, he always found it humorous when the rising sun would shine a light on his bloody indiscretions committed during the dark hours of the day.

But none of that matters, it hadn't mattered since he stumbled into his life. He doesn't need the sunrise anymore, he sees the light beneath the darkness on his own now. And he wonders how much good it´ll do him when-

A knock on the doorframe interrupts his thoughts, and he turns his head towards the intruder.

“Still nothing?” Stefan asks, and Kol shakes his head.

Stefan, alongside his brother, woke up in the midst the preparations to ensure your survival. They demanded answers as they do, but soon realized that the cost, however great it is, must be

The only opponent of said plan was, to everyone's surprise, Klaus.

“The cost is too great, brother. Let her fight on her own.” Is what he said. Of course, his brother would only think of himself if he were in his shoes. Kol didn't expect anything else. Nonetheless, the plan was executed all the same, with or without Klaus approval.

“It will work, I assure you.” Kol says, the tone in his voice, less confident than he intended “But I have a favour to ask. Do not mention it when she wakes up. She won't accept it”

“I won't. Damon won´t either, I´ll make sure of it.”

Kol nods his head as a silent thank you. Stefan attention bounces around the room, looking at the couch, then back to Kol, before he clears his throat and steps further into the room.

“You know I, uh. I wouldn't know what I would've done if she-”. He pauses, “Just.. thank you for helping. “

“Don't thank me yet. Y/N will-… you know how she is. She'll take it out on you when she learns the truth”

“I know. “Stefan sighs and looks over to the couch, suddenly remembering why he stepped into the room in the first place. “Uh right.. I found this upstairs. She's gonna need it” He reaches into his pocket and hands Kol your daylight ring.

Promptly, Kol reaches for your hand slides the ring on your fingers with care, holding onto your hand afterwards.

“I hope you can forgive me someday.” He says, his voice faint as a whisper.

He didn't care if Stefan - or anyone else for that matter - heard him.

“I´ll uh,” Stefan clears his throat “I´ll give you some space. Got some things to take care of anyway. My number is in Y/N´s phone, call if you need anything.”

Kol knows he should say something, a thank you perhaps, but he lets Stefan walk away against his better judgment.

---

You were out cold for another hour, the only sign of life was your shallow breathing and the occasional wincing. And Kol remained a wreck. He tried pacing the room to calm his nerves, he tried reading and drinking - nothing helped.

So he waited and waited. Then just as the hand of the clock strikes another hour, your hand that's resting on the sofa balls to a fist and he sees you sit up, breathing heavy.

“Darling?” He asks wearily, rushing to your side. But He's met with nothing but silence. “Y/N, talk to me.”

“I'm fine, I just…what fuck? I feel like I’m.. honestly, I feel like I’m high on something. Everything feels more vibrant and.. weird.”

Kol smiles and thinks back to the time where he first tapped into his magic it felt like he was surrounded by buzzing energy, ready to be He´d count your reaction as a good sign that the plan worked.

“What's wrong?” You ask, not having missed the worry on Kol's face. “What did I miss?

He has absolutely no idea how to tell you the news without either setting you off to everyone involved, presumably raining hellfire upon them, or…….. actually no, that's his main concern, So he starts with your new and unexpected powers instead. How your mother had witch powers and hid it within your bones. And how the induced sleep intended to kill you but you fought through it. Of course, he left out everything else it intels.

“I think I’m gonna pass out. Witch powers, really? Me?” You scoff, dragging your fingers through your hair, “As if I didn't have enough problems just keeping myself in check, now witch powers too? How long do you think before I accidentally set something on fire? “

“Not a chance. I will help you take control.”

“You teaching me control? We’re so screwed.”

Kol can´t help the confused look on his face, as he scrunched his eyebrows together and glances at you with concern.

“Hey, I'm kidding. But you should´ve seen your face. “

Kol sighs and it bleeds over to a smile, before disappearing completely. He had a job to do.

“There’s something else, two matters in fact.” Kol continues “But first..what do you say we make good on our promises? Travel the world, just you and me.”

“Do you even have to ask? Of course, I'm coming with you” You reply “Now tell me everything. “

----

His confidence held up for about 5 minutes before all your emotional stability went out of the window. Once he passed explaining that Klaus is alive and well, he moved to Mae´s indiscretion

Of course, Kol failed in his attempt to keep you calm. By the time he explained his agreement with Klaus and Mae´s..indiscretion, you were out of the door, tracing her down.

Kol said you should let it go, you were lied to, it wasn't your fault- but your trust had been shattered and you have a score to settle.

“What the hell?!” You yell at her, your voice bouncing off the outer walls of the Mikaelson Mansion. You knew she wouldn´t be far.

“Hell's right here.” She says, before she´s met with your balled fist. She tumbles back, and laughs “Whew! The infamous right hook. You still got it. “

“You´ve been working with Klaus all this time? After everything, he did to me, to Kol?"

“We all do what must be done, and I've done nothing more than profit off of your anger.”

“Do you even hear yourself? Profit of my anger?” You huff, not bothering waiting for an answer “How could you? Klaus ruined my life and everyone´s life he ever touched! How could you protect him? I had him, Mae. I ended this for all of us.”

“And what did it get you, huh? Did you feel better? Did driving a stake through his heart relief you of the pain he caused? Revenge means nothing, and it will give you nothing. Your foolish scheme would have been the end of us, and honestly, you should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you? Are you fucking serious? You sided with my enemy!”

“I saved your life. And you have powers now. That´s a gift, a freedom I searched for decades. You better start being more grateful.”

“I didn't ask for any of this! I don't want them and I don't need them.”

“Well, you got ‘em. And you gotta to use them or they'll eat you alive. Literally.”

“I know all about it.” You brush her off. Kol told you that the powers demand to be used or they´d claw at your skin until there's no skin left,

“Just tell me how long you've been working with him." You continue "Then I’ll do the part where I tell you to go to hell, before we go our separate ways.”

“Shortly after you jumped ship, and joined Kol in his efforts, Klaus came to me asking for assistance and we made a deal. He would do anything he can to rid me of this curse and I will help him set his werewolf powers free. And protect him if anything goes south.

“I´m sorry, is this the point where I'm supposed to sympathize with you? Because that's not gonna happen. “

“You might if you let me finish. “

“You know, I actually thought your efforts were noble when I first joined your community. I thought, hey finally something with purpose, something to make up for what I've become. And now I find out everything was a lie? Just another power play with me as the main act? And for what, more power than you already have?”

“Now do get off that high horse of yours. You ain't the saint you externalize either.” She snaps back but quickly regains her stellar demeanour "But it ain't about power, it never has been. It's about being myself without having a part locked away. I deserve that freedom, no matter the cost.”

You almost have sympathy with her, but the fact that she has been lying to you pretty much ever since you´ve met melts any and all sympathy you had.

“But you broke my trust to get that freedom. I trusted you and I don't trust anyone.”

You could count on one hand the number of people that you genuinely trust, and she was on that list once upon a time.

“Let’s be frank, we never trusted each other.”

“We both know that's a lie. But if you're gonna stand here and explain it away, so be it. I have somewhere else to be.” You know full well that she's just trying to relieve her guilt, but you won't have any of it. Not anymore “This is goodbye, Mae. If I find anyone coming after me, I'll kill them.”

With that, you turn your back on not only her but all the time you've spent trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. You actually thought you could trust her again.

“I know it'll mean nothing to you now,” She says, but you keep walking “but you will always have a home in New Orleans. No matter what happens or what you think of me, or my actions - you are always welcome.”

“Whatever.”

-------

Back at the house, you didn't think twice before packing your bags. Kol told you about the deal he made with his family; You both leave town, leaving Klaus in peace from now on. That's the price to pay for killing him or well, failing to kill him. But if the past hours have taught you anything, is that if you´re presented a way out of a dire situation like this, you shouldn't hesitate. Maybe leaving town will finally give you the chance to leave all of this behind.

Perhaps everything you´ve done has finally let you here.

“All packed up, huh?” Stefan says from the doorway.

You look up and smile at him before turning back, throwing a t-shirt into your suitcase “Yeah. No idea where we´re going just yet, but I guess we're just gonna pick a place and go.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You sure you don't want to join us? There´s enough space.”

“I would but I, uh, we have some things to figure out here.” He says and you nod, zipping up the suitcase in front of you.

“Come on, let me help you with that.” Stefan offers, and grabs the handle, disappearing out of the room before you can protest.

Downstairs, you´re greeted by Damon´s presence, having just come back from some kind of business in town.

“You're leaving already?” He asks as you descend the stairs.

“Don't tell me you're sad about me leaving?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe, huh?" You look back at Stefan behind you, quirking an eyebrow "The old Damon couldn't wait for me to go. What happened to him?“

“That Damon got his ass kicked and almost his head blown off by his little sister. I got rid of him.”

“About that.. “

“It's fine.” He waves it off.

"Still, I´m sorry." "But hey, we´re finally parting on good terms, who would've thought?”

“Wait for him to screw it up,” Stefan says and cocks his head towards Damon.

Damon grimaces a fake laugh, before reaching out and pulling you into an unexpected hug “You take care, little sis.”

“Oh god, don´t call me that, weirdo.”

“I'll call you whatever I want, weirdo.” He replies "Where´s your scary boyfriend?"

Squeaking tires and loud music diverts your attention and you open the door, just in time to see Kol pulling up on the driveway.

“Right there.”

“You've got to be kidding me. Who is he trying to be, John Cusack in Say Anything? Not with a boombox over his head but with obnoxiously cheesy 80’s music?”

“Chessy?! Pft no taste. “Stefan mutters.

“If he's gonna turn that shit up, “Damon says “I’m gonna punch the radio until my ears stop bleeding.”

“What did you say?!” Kol yells over the music, having just rolled the window down “I'm afraid I can't hear you?! Must be my old age. “

Damon groans “Just go already. I can't take it.”

“Fine, I'm going.” You approach the car, opening the passenger side, throwing your suitcase in the back before hopping into the passenger seat.

You lean out of the open window, looking back to your brother's, as Kol turns the ignition back on “Don't open the door to strangers, stay out of my room and don't call me unless you really have to. Actually, no don't call me at all.” You give them a wink before giving Kol the go, and he floors the car, driving away with squeeking tires.

Stefan and Damon remain behind and wave goodbye from the entrance to the house. Once you're out the driveway and out hearing distance, their smiles fall and worry spreads over them.

“She´s gonna hate us when she finds out.” Stefan says, chewing on the inner corners of his cheek “You know that, right?”

“Yup.” Damon nods “We're officially the worst brothers in history.”

“Yeah..You think she's gonna find out before...you know?”

“It´s Y/N, what do you think?”

“Yup, we´re screwed.”

Damon sighs and claps him on the shoulder “Royally screwed, little bro. Royally screwed..”

----

The road out of Mystic Falls is smooth black river in the dying sun. The sort where you'd follow them wondering if they'd ever cease to wind their way through nature.

You´re propped up on the hood of the car, legs crossed and soaking in the last rays of the sun. You asked Kol to pull over the car to savour this moment of leaving town, instead of just driving past the sign.

It reads "Leaving Mystic Falls" … it's like music to your ears.

It was always the plan to travel the world together, to show Kol what he has been missing, and today, finally after hardship, murder and pain, the day has come. You wanted to leave this place for weeks now, but something, be it the ugly green hue of the sign or Kol´s unusual silent manner made you question your choice even just the tiniest amount..

“Who would've thought we're actually leaving this town behind for good?” You say, slipping your hand in his that's resting on his thigh before bathing in the sunset. “ Riding into the sunset even, how perfect is this? “

“I know,” Kol says, staring at your intertwined hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin.

You look over and instead of a beaming smile, you see his head hanging low.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Of course.” He says and lifts your hand, chasting a kiss on the delicate skin “Just...thinking about where to go first.”

“I don't care where we go. As long as you´re here, I have everything I need.”

“Let's not waste time then.” He says, and jumps off the car, throwing the keys towards you “Do you want to drive first? You've been eying this car ever since we left.”

“You know you're the only one I’m eyeing here.” You reply, “Okay maybe the car as well.”

Kol laughs and finds himself tracing the cars shiny exterior in an exaggerated attentive manner “She's almost as beautiful as you.”

“Did you just...compare me to a car?”

“Your beauty knows no bounds, darling. Not even mechanical ones. ”

“Okay that's enough, get the in the car, Romeo.”

He laughs and you swear you never heard anything more heart-stoppingly beautiful.

You turn the volume up with a flick of the nob attached to the vintage radio and put the gear in drive, before flooring the pedal, leaving the town sign in the dirt.

Kol looks out of the passenger window, watching the trees fly by in motion and he feels an unfamiliar feeling settling in his chest, he could only describe as contentment.

He’s free. Finally.

And so in love.

And his life had 6 months left to run……..

A/N: Whew..on a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you hate me for the last sentence? :D

This is the last chapter before we have our season finale or book 1 finale or whatever you like to call it. So prepare yourself for the next chapter, where we finally find out what exactly the price was for the reader's survival.

But I am so curious to know what you think! Any theories, criticism or any feedback are incredibly appreciated!!

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