#that was the moment ves decided beyond a shadow of a doubt 'I am going to marry this man'

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Bless Me With Your OTP

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I’m gonna do Vesiya/Jorgan because that’s who I’m writing right now :)

I feel like I’ve already answered most of these, in some variation, with Kai and both her boys as well as Cait/Nate, and this way I don’t have to choose a Bravo Boy for Kira :P

Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?

They butt heads a lot when they first met. They’re both headstrong and natural leaders, but it wasn’t so much fighting as it was posturing.

Now that they’ve settled down around each other, they don’t fight, but they do have Disagreements that mostly involve them both using their Commanding Officer voice and referring to each other entirely by their rank rather than by name. It doesn’t happen often, they agree with each other most of the time, and when it does happen it’s almost always about work things not about personal things. Ves will only pull rank to stop an argument if they’re in public, and she hates doing it.

They will, however, fight anyone and everyone on each others’ behalf. They will pick a fight with the Supreme Chancellor himself if they think he’s insulting their spouse. That part started all the way back at Ord Mantell, long before they’d even considered a romantic relationship - really, even before they were friends. Ves almost lost command of Havoc as soon as she got it because she argued so strongly against Jorgan’s demotion.

Who is the most skeptical of the two?

Definitely Jorgan, which I’m sure surprises no one. The man’s never believed a single word that comes out of a politician’s mouth, and only half that come out of Republic Command. And don’t even get him started on what he thinks of the SIS. While Ves is certainly not a push-over by any means, she’s a lot more likely to give someone the benefit of the doubt than he is.

Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?

Ves. She loves dancing and is very good at it, though her experience with it is mostly either by herself at a cantina or out with a group of friends. Jorgan surprises her when she asks him to dance by saying yes, and surprises her again by being skilled at it. She even lets him lead… for a little while. I’m actually in the middle of writing this scene as we speak

What would they do if the other was injured in battle?

If Jorgan is injured, Ves’s first priority is getting him away from the fighting and out of harm’s way. As long as he’s conscious, Jorgan’s going to keep fighting, and she can’t help him if he’s still fighting. She’s not above ordering him to stand down. Her second priority is healing him. She’s a trained medic, though not as skilled as Elara she’s definitely good enough to deal with an injury in the field until they can get to a medcenter to take care of it properly. Even at the medcenter, she prefers to treat his wounds herself if she can, rather than let Elara or the medical droid do it; if it’s not something she has the power to treat, she hovers, needing to be useful or have something to do to help.

If Hallis is injured, I feel really sorry for whoever hurt her. The first thing Aric does is make sure it’s not life threatening, and if it is, to patch it up enough to stabilize her. He’s no medic, but he’s been in the field for a long time and knows how to patch a wound enough that it won’t kill you anymore, even if he can’t do much more than that. The second thing he does is kill whatever is responsible for hurting Ves and anyone that might be working with them. Then he gets her to Elara or a medcenter as fast as he can. He refuses to leave the room while she’s being treated, and won’t leave her side until she’s recovered.

How do their fighting styles complement each other?

If Ves had had any say in who the first member of Havoc Squad could have been, she’d have still picked Aric. She’s an assault cannon specialist, he’s a sniper, so generally she goes in loud to draw the enemy out and he takes them out as soon as they pop their heads out of cover. Quick, clean, surgical, with barely a word spoken between them. Honestly, by the time she’s promoted to Captain, the two of them can clear an entire battleship without a word, they understand each other on such a fundamental level that they don’t need to call out corners or targets anymore. There’s a reason Havoc ends up with the reputation it does, and it sure as hell ain’t because of Tavus and his squad.

Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?

Vesiya would love to have kids. Her brother’s kids are the light of her life and she’d love to have some of her own someday. Jorgan I don’t think had ever really considered it before, he’s a career man through and through, but things change after he meets Ves. And after she was missing for those five years… when he gets her back, I think family is a much higher priority to him then than his career ever was.

I don’t think Cathar and Mirialan are reproductively compatible, but adoption is an option, and one I think they’d both be happy with. I could see them with a whole litter of kids from various races.

As parents, they’d both be a little on the strict side, but fair. Ves is great with kids, and very patient, and Jorgan would be a fantastic dad once he warmed up to it. Can you imagine, a little army of younglings following him around?

What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families aren’t in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?

I maaaaaay already have some fic ideas floating around for this. 

I don’t know if Jorgan has any family? I can’t remember if he mentions it, he hasn’t so far in my playthrough, and the last one was years ago, so I’m gonna skip that. If he does, I’ll edit this and come back to it :) 

But Ves’s family adores Aric. She comes from a very Republic-centered family - her mother is a senator, her father a retired admiral, her twin brother and his wife are both SIS, and she has a younger brother who’s a Jedi (though she hasn’t seen him in like 15 years since he first showed Force sensitivity because Jedi can’t have attachments and all that) - so chances are good that he’d met some of them before he met her, or that they’d already heard of him at least. He makes a better first impression with them than he did with Ves XD

Vitrin, her twin, is probably the slowest to come around, but only because he’s very protective of his sister, and Vit’s wife Lena is the fastest to accept him because she’s got really good instincts about people. Ves’s nieces, Scout and Zan (Scout is a nickname, her name is actually Kesiya (after her aunt, sort of), but no one calls her that anymore), are already calling him Uncle Aric before they’ve finished that first dinner.

After Ves is declared MIA, Jorgan still keeps in touch with her family - though at first, mostly at their insistence. Vit and Lena have a 3rd kid while Ves is “missing” and they name him Aric, and if that doesn’t tell you how much they love him, I don’t know what will.

How does each person show affection towards the other?

Both of their main love language is Acts of Service, so the biggest way they show affection is by doing things for each other. Jorgan does weapon checks and makes sure Ves’s armor is in good working order, that she’s as safe as he can make her. Hallis makes sure he isn’t hurt, checking for injuries after every combat situation even when he claims he’s fine (he is not always fine. He doesn’t like to worry her about the small stuff. She worries anyway); she does most of the talking, especially to politicians, so he doesn’t have to. Whichever of them wakes up first makes sure the other has a cup of caf waiting for them. They watch each other’s backs.

Besides that, Aric likes to give gifts. Not big ones, necessarily, though he does some of those, too, but a lot of little things. Like a beer at a cantina after the end of a long mission, or an upgrade for her cannon that he knows she had her eye on. Little things that say “I was thinking about you” or prove how well he knows her and what she likes.

Ves likes physical affection. A hand on Jorgan’s shoulder or his arm, a quick kiss before a mission, she’s especially fond of the forehead lean. She won’t do much more than that in public, they’re both very professional, but it’s still her way to silently say “I’m here with you, I love you”. In private, there will never be such a thing as too many hugs. She could wrap herself around him and just stay there all day and be happy.

Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?

Oh boy, neither of them are big criers. I won’t say they’re repressed, because they aren’t, they both are fairly good at expressing emotion, especially for career soldiers, but any strong enough negative emotion that would elicit tears mostly just turns to anger for both of them. There are a few major exceptions, but they all revolve around that pesky time Ves was pronounced dead for a few years. That was obviously a very hard time for Aric, and when Ves got free she had to make peace with the idea that she’d missed five years. She definitely had at least one very large breakdown.

If I had to pick one, I’d probably say Ves cries more, if only just and only very rarely. And only in absolute privacy where no one can see it at all.

Ves is probably better at comforting, by merit of having a lot of family, especially young children. Or rather, she’s very good at verbal comfort, but Jorgan is probably better at physical comfort. Just look at him. Clearly the man gives good hugs, just look at those arms. Plus, don’t Cathar purr? :)

Who is the bigger flirt?

Jorgan, believe it or not. He’s the one that initiates, most of the time, and Hallis just plays off of what he says. Neither of them are very good at blatantly stating their feelings for each other for a really long time, but admitting attraction is easier. They’re very playful flirts, much more playful than they are in absolutely any other aspect of their lives. It’s a dance, a push and pull, a subtle competition between them. They flirt for a long time before they ever make a step toward an actual relationship.

They very, very rarely ever flirt in public, and when they do it’s always just a quiet aside, not meant to be heard by anyone else, and it’s never anything incriminating. Poor Elara, though, for having to put up with these two. Patience of a saint, that woman. Anyone else would have thrown them out the airlock ages ago.

Of course, it takes them months to get to the point where they’re comfortable enough with each other to start flirting. And outside of each other, they don’t flirt. Like, at all. Ves didn’t even flirt with Balkar.

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Dragon Dancer Chapter 3: Isaac

I found a garment bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

“Welcome.” The attached note read. “I wasn’t sure if you had anything to wear for the orientation tonight. So you can borrow this. Have fun. Nono.”

I was surprised at her thoughtfulness. I took the bag to the bed and unzipped it.  

It contained a pale satin blue dress and a pair of chandelier earrings. I took off my regular clothes and tried it on, zipping up the back in front of the mirror.

The dress fit tight about my waist. The open neckline made the pendant stand out.  I examined myself in the mirror. I pulled at the shortness of the skirt. The neckline was a little deeper than what I tended to wear. I chewed my lip.

As if called by my discomfort, my shadowy friend appeared in front of the mirror. She floated next to me, shaking her head. “Yeah, it’s not me. This looks like something I’d wear on stage.”

I changed into some of the new clothes I’d gotten from the goodbye party.  Casual and comfortable, I slipped a hoodie on to finish the outfit.

My silent apparition gave me a thumbs up and a nod. I checked the time on the nightstand. I had a few hours before the orientation and felt the urge to explore. I could figure out where the dance studio was. 

I grabbed my phone and duffle bag where I kept my dance gear and hurried out of the dorm.

My nervousness had lifted. I spun around, gaping like a tourist, taking in the sights. With its stately buildings, artful paved walkways, and large clocks, Cassell had the look of a preppy college.

I lifted my phone to take a picture of one of the buildings. The shadow of someone standing next to me darkened my view. “Hey. You new?”

I looked up in the direction of the voice. A tall, dark haired student with pale skin, lovely crimson eyes and a ready smile gave me a wave. I pointed to myself. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He regarded me with a curious but relaxed stare.

I lowered the phone. “Yes, I just got here today. What about you?”

“I”ve been here for a few days. Place is kinda crazy, isn’t it?”

I nodded, my braids swaying against my face. “It’s wild.” I turned my camera on video and spun around for a panoramic view.

My answer made him chuckle but before I could ask what was so funny, he pointed to my phone. “You’re not planning on posting those are you?”

“Huh?” I glanced at my phone. “Oh. Am I not allowed?”

“There’s a strict social media policy here. We have our own social network we’re supposed to use. Using anything else will get you kicked out…” He pulled a smirk. “... immediately.”

“Oh!” I winced, remembering that I had skimmed over some things in the massive packet of information I’d been given. “Thanks! You probably saved me just now.”

“I can help you get an account set up if you need?” I thought he was close enough but he leaned closer. I took a step back.

“No thanks, I’m sure I can figure it out. You are…?” I redirected the conversation to him.

“The name’s Isaac Comemnus. And you?” He seemed to be looking for a name tag, but I didn’t have one.

“Nothing important.” I responded, pocketing my phone.

He gave a slight tilt of his head, but didn't argue. “Do you have anyone to go to the party with tonight?”

“You mean the orientation? N...no… I was just going to go by myself.” I thought I knew what the next question would be.

“Do you know where it is?”

I blinked in surprise and then chuckled, embarrassed.  “You’re right. I have no idea. I was going to ask someone.”

“I’ll go with you. Just meet me here, a few minutes before.”

I decided to agree. I wanted to do as I was asked and make friends. “Okay.” I nodded. “Thanks.”

“I’ll see you then. Miss Important.” He gave me a small two finger salute.

There were a few guidance signs that helped me find my own way to the gym. I  climbed the stairs to the second floor and opened the door to the empty dance studio

Like my apartment, it had everything I would need and more. I took a deep breath. I sat down on a chair and unzipped my duffle with my toe shoes and exercise clothes. 

 I put my earbuds in my ears. I wanted to hear something upbeat.

I pulled my playlist from online, stretched and did basic barre exercises to focus my mind on my usual routine: precise movements, pinpoint accuracy, full range of motion. I imagined my teacher counting out the rhythm. 

The choreography of the Dark King was still fresh in my mind. I settled into the groove, performing the entire rehearsal like I would have at home.

I still wanted to be a dancer no matter how weird this school was. 

When I decided to take a break, I removed my necklace from my duffle and looked at it again. Nono said I had a special heritage. Caesar said this pendant was what had gotten Anjou’s attention. I turned it in the light, watching it shimmer. 

I wanted to be a ballerina, not a princess. But what if I was from a rich family? Maybe I would inherit a fortune!

 Only a few days ago, I wondered if my life was going to improve. Today, I was here in this place where I had more than I could ever dream, wondering if I'm an heiress. I believed it could happen. Never did I imagine it could happen so fast.

My ghostly friend took my hand, beckoned me back to dancing before I got too lost in thought. We still had another hour to cool down.

I arrived just in time to meet up with Isaac. He was there, flanked by four other boys. They were all much taller than I was. Hesitation slowed my steps.

“Welcome back, Miss Important!” Isaac really did have a nice smile, I noted. “These are my friends.” He introduced each one. Their names were unmistakably Japanese. They all looked me over, as though sizing what little there was of me up in their own unspoken metric. 

I felt like I was at ballet trials all over again. 

“I’ll probably forget your names later, sorry.  This is… all pretty overwhelming.” I admitted. 

Isaac walked up next to me and put one arm around my shoulders. I didn’t like his arm on me, but I didn’t have the courage to protest.

“You came straight from the gym to here? Hard core.” He turned to one of his friends and made a gesture. I craned my neck to see but he redirected my attention with his hand, turning my head to face front. Before I can get too offended, he offered another one of his million watt smiles.

“You’re quite the talk of the campus," he said as we started to walk, "Personally picked up and escorted by Caesar and Nono. It’s a pretty big deal.”

“Oops?” I shrugged, the weight of his arm becoming more and more uncomfortable. “Why is it a big deal?”

“They’re class leads, they only have students with S rank or A rank talent levels on their team roster. Caesar, for example, is rank A.”

“They’re nice people.” I replied, not wanting to put any stock in their attention beyond that.

“And you got their attention. Which means you’re probably their level.”

I laughed. “Doubtful but okay.”

“Rank is a function of how much dragon DNA you have, not so much knowledge or skill.” 

“Dragon DNA?” I laughed. “What?”

He paused, still smiling, but a growing puzzlement narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

He came to an abrupt stop. He glared at me in outright suspicion. “You’re joking.”

I looked up in wide-eyed sarcasm. “You mean, this is just as insane as I think it is?” My voice settles back into a murmur. “I’m sorry. I can’t answer your questions. I really can’t. I don’t know what’s going on here any more than you do.”

He regained his composure and we kept walking. “My family owns the Comemnus Corporation. We’re manufacturers of... a lot of things. What about you?”

“My… family is nothing worth speaking of.”

“Really? There’s an easy fix to that.” His arm tightened.

My mouth opened but nothing came out. I wouldn’t have been able to toss off his arm if I wanted to. I heard music coming from a large tent erected in the courtyard. There were lights and tables that had been set up to advertise clubs. Isaac’s friends, though, closed in on either side, limiting my vision to what was ahead of me.

I wanted to run. But I was forced only forward and at his pace, a little too fast for my short legs.

Inside the tent, a throng of students gathered on a dance floor illuminated by moving lights. Isaac ushered me to a long neon lit bar. There were young men and women drinking exotic colored liquors from martini glasses. They smiled and laughed at each other. A few of them were laughing a little too much to be sober.

“I’m not old enough to drink.” I protested.

He leaned closer to me. “What was that?” His breath caressed my ear. I leaned away annoyed.

“I’m not old enough to drink sorry.” I repeated louder, my eyes casting about for a way to get out. I searched for Nono or Caesar but I couldn't see anyone I recognized through his phalanx of friends.

“Do you think those rules apply to us here? Let’s have a little fun!” He gestured to the bartender. “Besides, we need to have a little chat. Let’s start with an iced tea.”

“Look I know you’re trying to be nice…” 

He turned and looked at me. The blue lights over the bar softened his expression. “Are people not ordinarily nice to you?”

“It’s not that…” My eyes shifted, still trying to find Nono.

“I’m trying but not succeeding, then.”

“You’re not exactly listening to me when I talk.” I gripped the edge of the bar, leaning away from him. “And your … bodyguards are really creepy.”

He shrugged and laughed to himself, closing his eyes. He then gave a loud whistle to get their attention before making a shooing motion. In a moment, the other guys melted away into the crowd, but likely not too far away.  “I was trying to be discreet.”

“Yes, but it freaked me out. Okay?” My shoulders lowered. “I’m not from around here.”

“Where are you from?” He leaned a little closer.

“I was dumped as a baby.” He had already figured things out by now.  I wouldn’t be worth his time. I didn’t have any money, I didn’t own any property. I was a nobody. But he leaned back, focussing on me again, puzzled and intrigued.

“Remarkable.”

“Why?”

“How can I put this succinctly?”  He hummed to himself. The bartender returned with the iced tea but he intercepted it. “Do you know about the story of the Dragon Kings?”

“Yes! I do. I just performed in the ballet for it.” I said, puffing my chest a little.

“So you know that to defeat the Dark King, the dragons created a race of dragon-human hybrids?”

“Yeah. What about it?"

He sighed, thinking, looking off into the distance. I waited for him to answer, my mind filling with confusion.

“What if it wasn’t a story?” He asked me finally. “What if it was real?”

I laughed briefly but he didn’t laugh with me. “You’re joking, right?”

“Has your DNA been tested?” He asked.

My smile faded. It had been, in the car, when they told me I had a special heritage. I brightened. “I… I thought maybe I was a secret princess.”

He burst out laughing a moment before schooling his expression. “You are. In a way... ” 

"That was a joke," I weakly added.

He sips his drink again before continuing.  “If you’re here, it means that you should be able to know your family. It’s unusual that you can’t.”

I chewed my lip. "Only certain families go here?"

He looked up in thought. “Even more unusual that you would be given up for adoption. All hybrids born to strong families are DNA tested. They should have known what you were.”

“I just figured that my mother had some … some crazy situation. I didn’t blame her or anyone. Most of the other kids in foster had stories like that…”

He dismissed that explanation with a wave of his hand. “You’re not like those other kids. You’re a hybrid. Hybrids don’t just abandon their children.” He reached for my hand. I pulled it away. 

“You’re out of your mind.” I waved to the bartender who was drying an empty cup with a towel. “Where’s the bathroom?” 

He pointed to a vague corner and I got off the stool, grabbed my bag, and pushed my way through the crowd, not to the bathroom but to the exit close to it.  I stepped into the cold night. I hoped Isaac wouldn’t see that I had left.

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Open Coffin | Chapter 13: “Dark Before Dawn”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Chapter Summary: The search for Y/N is in full swing as she herself comes face to face with someone from her past, who is more or less involved in her current situation.

Warnings: blood and very brief gore at the beginning, fluff, a tiny tinge of angst, typical violence, plot divergence (as always)

Word count:3256

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

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Your name: submit What is this?

You wake up to the sound of blood rushing through your head. You look around in panic, vision still laid with a filter of darkness. You see nothing but trees beyond trees as the restrains in your arm burn your delicate skin.

Vervain no doubt.

“Ah, you´re awake. Finally.” Heavy boots land on small, brittle branches, breaking them in half with their weight, as the familiar voice echoes in the endless woods.

Not a moment later you come face to face with the last person you expected to be visiting Mystic Falls.

Her.

Monterey, California 1912

You catch a glimpse of him through a broken set of windows, the wind howling through the cracked openings. The flickering street light illuminates the blood splattered, wet with rain cobblestone.

Stefan bites into the exposed and neck of his victim while another one is already headless on the floor.  

You´ve been following him for the last weeks, witnessing his uncontrollable ripper need. He already made a name for himself as the Ripper of Monterey in the short time he's been murdering his way through town.

He lets his victim fall to the ground, head in his hand, carelessly walking away, leaving his mess behind.

You follow him, hidden in the shadows for a few miles under the night sky as a melody catches your attention. Out of whatever reason, it draws you in, the carefully arranged notes and words pleasing you so much you decide to follow it.

You can catch up with Stefan later. The trail of bodies will easily lead you to him.

You reach a busy parallel street, surrounded by numerous of houses down the road. Some resident has placed their Grammophon near an open window, the sound of the muffled singer´s voice draining out of it, onto the street. You hum along to the soft tunes of a fairly new song.

To your left clicking heels on the cobblestone are heard, and a woman rounds to the corner of a nearby house, her beaded, crimson dress flashing in the streetlights momentarily as she passes under them.

A couple, dressed in evening clothes passes her, going to great lengths to avoid her at any cost, whispering and glancing at her. They seem terrified.

Who is she?

She scoffs at them, shaking the weird looks off like she's done it a thousand times. As she comes nearer you can make out her tanned skin, shimmering with the slightest golden tone, as well as her dark hair, cut in a much shorter style than it is fashionable right now.

Your eyes cross and she stops, turning her head to where the music comes from.

“Oh, what a delightful tune. Sadly it will be forgotten in the generations to come. What a shame. Mortals are so fickle.” ”She says, her fiery eyes, illuminated by the streetlamp above.

Mortals. Huh. So she must supernatural.  With the way she´d scoffed at them, it would've been a surprise if she wasn't.

You're uncertain as to why she decided to stop, but engaging in some small talk should be harmless right? The last time you really had someone to talk to was weeks ago when your brothers decided to send you away.

“With the way they look at you, it's no wonder you don't like them.” You say.

“Well, if you don't terrify people at least a little bit then what's the point, right?” She says, her eyes scanning the surroundings nonstop.

Is she waiting for someone?

“Now tell me Humminbird, you care for letting loose at a party?” She asks and fixes a loose strand of hair “This lurking is nice and all, but nothing beats a nice bloody midnight snack. ”

Mystery solved. She's a vampire.

“No thanks. I´m not one for parties.” You decline, the song coming to an end, the Grammophon crackling.

“Oh come on now, a little party never killed nobody.”

Only the thought of people squished together in a room reminds you of the cold and closed walls in the basement. There's not a doubt in your mind that a party is the last thing you want to do.

“Might kill me.”

“If you say so.” She shrugs and looks over her shoulder again. “Then to another matter; You know you could put your stealth to better use other than stalking that fellow back there.”

“So you've been following me, great.” You sigh weirdly enough not at all bothered, even with the vibe she gives off, “Okay, I´ll play, how exactly should I put it to better use?”

“You could work for me.”

“Sorry, but I don't work for anyone, especially because I don't know who the hell you are. Besides, I don't follow orders very well as it is.”

“Name´s Maeyra Cain, short Mae. See? Now you know me.” She smiles "And you wouldn't need to follow orders, only suggestions. You can follow or deny whatever you see fit.”

“Give me one good reason why I should even consider working for You? I’m not gonna be your cannon fodder"

“For starters, you would be among your kind. The abandoned and forgotten, outlaws that slip through the cracks - a community of like-minded souls.” Mae says and looks at you fully for the first time “You wouldn't be lonely anymore.”

Ouch. A dull ache rushes through, her words echoing shortly.

She didn't say alone. She said lonely. And there's a big difference in being without company, and feeling like there's not a single person in the world that cares about you. And, as it seems, Mae spotted that you, unfortunately, are the latter.

“Great sales pitch.” You face away from her, swallowing down the sadness creeping up “You should run for office. God knows we could use someone else than Taft up there.”

“Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine?”

“A ray of pitch black would fit better, but sure. It´s a family trait. “ You shrug her off, with the curiosity of her proposal still lingering.

Perhaps a change of scenery would do you good? But should you really trust someone you just met that lets people quake with fear? And what about Stefan? You would feel guilty if you'd leave him alone now, even if he doesn´t even know you´re there.

“Let's say I agree, hypothetically, what would I have to do?” You ask her.

“For now, observe a very powerful and dangerous family,” Mae says

“Let me guess. They killed someone you love and you want revenge? How cliche”

“Now don't get ahead of yourself. They didn't have any part in that,  I did that all by myself.” She shakes head, a brief flicker of sorrow washing over her as quickly dying as it surfaced.

“What is it then?”

“I have a personal interest in knowing where they are and what they might be plotting. That's where you come in. You could be my eyes and ears, working in the shadows.”

“A spy?” You scoff, the image of you in a trenchcoat as it is fashion for spies in this day in age, too ridiculous to comprehend, let alone to become “No thanks.”

“Very well.” Mae nods, acknowledging your decline “If you happen to change your mind, come to New Orleans. I'll know when you're there.”

“You´ll know? How?”

“I am good at what I do, Y/N Salvatore.” She says and your heart drops into your stomach at her surprising use of your name

“How-”

“Like I said, I'm good at what I do.”She says and turns to leave “Have a good night, hummingbird.”

“Wait.”You call after her and she stops “Why me? Why do you want me to join?”

“Because you remind me of myself. I know you search for a purpose. Something to live for. I can give that to you. You'll just have to trust me.” She says, looking over her shoulder briefly before turning away “Take a leap, Y/N! You won't regret it! “She calls out into the starry night, disappearing into the dusky shadows she emerged from.

Mystic Falls | Present time

Mae reaches in the side of her boots, grabbing one of her knives hidden there. She skillfully twists and turns it in her hand, the blade shining in the daylight.

“You've been ignoring my calls, Y/N.” She sighs “ What t am I supposed to with you”

“I was busy.”

“I know you were.”

“Of course you were spying on me you crazy bitch. By the way what the fuck is this? Vervain ropes, really?"

“Just a safety precaution. I know you punch first and ask questions later, and I don't particularly want tobe introduced to your right hook again.” Mae squats down and cuts the vervain ropes with the knife, the skin on her left hand sizzling with the vervain contact.

“Where the hell are we?” You look around the lush forest, no evidence of where she dragged you.

“About 2 hours outside of Mystic Falls. Had to get away from those prying eyes and ears. You know how it goes.”

You do know how it goes. If it's one thing you learned while working with her, is that there's always somebody watching. No matter where you are or what you do.

“Why are you here, Mae?”

“Can't I just visit my good ol´ Hummingbird?”

“First of all, stop using that weird ass codename or nickname or whatever it is at this point, and second of all; you hate leaving New Orleans. Or your house.”

“What can I say?” She innocently throws her arms in the air “I hate people. All of ´em. Except for food, of course.”

“Mae. What's going on?” You ask her impatiently, the die'sire to put as many miles between you and Mystic Falls still imminent “Tell me, I have placed to be.

“Fine. I need your help. I heard through the grapevine that a particular, very VERY old witch just woken up from the dead and I, well, I need you to steal something of hers.”

“Look, I want to help. I do. But I need-  Wait did you say woken from the dead?”

“And guess who it is. Mama Mikaelson.”

Esther Mikaelson alive? Could that mean that Kol….

No. It´s just another false flash of hope and you couldn´t survive another of those. 

“Wait a minute. I thought… didn't Klaus kill her?” You ask her, remembering how Kol told you about his family´s history.

“Apparently it didn't stick.” Mae shrugs.

“How-”

“Doesn´t matter. The only question I need answered right now is are you willing to help me? You still owe me for the tip a few weeks ago, you know?”

“Great tip by the way. Led me right to a decoy.”

“But you did find your shiny diamond, now didn't you?”

“Fine.” You breathe out, pulled back into helping her once more “I'll help you. But then I´m gone.”

“Ah, you might want to reconsider. I have a surprise for you.”

Please don't tell me it includes breaking bones like your other surprises.

“Come on now, isn't that your usual Friday night anyway?" She jokes, but only earns an eye roll from you. "Trust me, you´ll like this one. Oh, that reminds me.” She says and rummages through her jacket pockets, pulling out a key “Here's the key to a safe house nearby, now that you don't want to go home anymore.”

“You already knew I'd accept, didn't you?”

“Of course I did.” She throws the key in your direction and you catch it easily “Now tell me, do I need to send someone to beat up your brothers? I heard they both were exceptionally mean at that dinner of yours.”

Boarding house | 1 hour earlier

Kol had to flee to your room, the overwhelming desire to knock some sense into your brothers itching in his fingers.

Stefan and Damon had been trying to reach Bonnie, on that device called a cellphone he learned, in order to perform a locator spell. But she hasn´t answered yet.

Tipping against the walls, uneasy and nervous, one because Kol is worried sick about you, and second because he still feels like an intruder in this century. When he was last awake, people could´have only dreamed of such technology. It's fascinating, even though he feels like a time traveller from another universe.

In many ways, he is just that.

He unzips your bag he found on the front porch, the sound of zipper echoing in your room. He picks up a shirt on top, and brings it to his nose, your familiar scent running through every amber f his body, intensifying his worry and desperation.

He needs to find you.

Scratch that.

He will find you. No matter what it takes. He'll burn the whole city and beyond to the ground if he has to.

He folds the shirt back to its original state, his hand brushing over a book bound in leather as he lays it down. He grabs it and flips it over, fingers brushing over your initials imprinted on the side.

It must be one of your diaries. It looks fairly familiar, but he can't put his finger on why that is. He hasn't seen any of your diaries before. At least he doesn't think he has.

Should he take a look inside,  just a little peek?

No.

He shouldn't read it without your permission.

He places it back into the bag and zips it up, hauling it over his shoulders.

“What on earth is taking so long?”Kol says as he rejoined Stefan and Damon in the living room “I'm growing impatient. You don't want to see me impatient.”

“Bonnie´s not picking up.”Stefan comes in, his phone in his hand.

“Find someone else then.”

“We don't have someone else.” Damon says “How about you

“I don't care if you have to force every witch in the vicinity, you will find her, understand?”

“He´s a  real charmer, isn't he?” Damon says to Stefan, who´s dialling Bonnie's number for the 50th time today.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Kol drops your bag and takes step after step towards Damon, his voice dangerously calm “You are still breathing just out of consideration for Y/N. Don´t think for a second I wouldn't tear out your insides and decorate your walls with them. Because I want to. I will, if I hear as much as a-” The sudden high pitched tone of your phone Kol stored in his pocket startles him. 

He pulls it out, trying to understand how to, well, answer it.

“Give it,” Damon demands annoyed clicking on the message.

“Coordinates,” Damon says shortly. “Y/N´s coordinates. It's a few miles out of town.”

Kol grabs the phone looking at the map attached to the message and speeds off, grabbing Damon´s car keys on the way out. It would've been way too far to vamp speed there.

“Wh-Hey! GET BACK HERE !” Damon calls after him, worried already about his car “Get your keys, Stefan. Now! I hate this guy!”

Virginia Woods | Present Time

“Y/N?!!” Kol calls out into the echoing woods.

But there´s no answer.

He feels defeat running through his veins, its cold sensation covering his skin. What if this is the wrong area? What if it was a joke and you´re already gone?

“Y/N!!!” He calls again, with all the force his voice possesses

After another agonizing second, he finally gets an answer

“Kol?!”

His heart fills with peace solely by you uttering his name, and he races away, his vampire speed seemingly too slow for his liking. He stops on a clearing to were your voice came from, blooming flowers under his feet, as you step out of the shadow of a large oak tree.

His Heart Skips A beat by the sight of you. Your hair is illuminated by the halo of the golden sun and eyes shining so bright with wonder he swears he could see them from there.

Not a second later you both collide with each other like two planets crossing orbits

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He plants kisses from your cheek utter these words, travelling to your forehead to your lips, all his sorrows washing away.

“Ho- How are…..I thought…I'm dreaming, right?” You stumble over your words, thoughts spinning in a circle.

Kol laughs and shakes his head “This is very real.”

“God, I missed you so much.” You press him against you once more, tears of joy and relief filling your eyes.

This. This is the moment you have been dreaming of for the last 100 years. And this time, unlike the dream you had where you ran through his ghostly shell.

This time it's real and you can't even begin to fathom the happiness that´is pouring out of you.

“Ain't that sweet,” Mae says, perfectly ruining the moment.

“You.” Kol growls, more than ready to rip your kidnapper apart.

You pull him back by placing a hand on his shoulder, and he looks back wondering why you would protect her.

“She's a friend.” You explain, and Kol relaxes slightly, still reaching for your hand, interlacing your fingers with his Mae steps closer,

“Mae, how did yo-... How is he here?” You ask her, holding Kol´s hand with no intention of letting go ever again.

“Wasn´t me. That was all him.” Mae looks at someone behind you, and you turn looking into the blue eyes of your oldest brother; Damon. And next to him, Stefan.

“Damon..” You begin, searching for the best way to thank him.

“I didn't do it for you.” He says bluntly, sharp with hatred still and you can feel Kol´s hand tightening around yours, itching with the want to collide it with Damon's face.

You look at Stefan who hasn't said a word, and he doesn't still. But he gives you a nod, almost unnoticeable and that's all the good fortune you need.

Maybe there's hope after all for him to forgive you. In time.

“Let's go.” You look at Kol and start walking, heading to Mae´s safehouse but Damon blocks the way before you get far.

"Keys." He says, directing his demand at Kol. 

Figures. Of course, Damon is only here because of his car. 

Kol rummages through his pockets, dangling the keys in front of Damon´s face. When he´s reaching for it he throws them into the depths of the woods

 "Have fun searching." Kol smiles at him, his smile not reaching his eyes. 

There is laughter heard from behind as you and Kol walk away,  as well as footsteps, as Mae joins your brothers. 

“Ah, look at them. Long lost loves reunited again. How poetic.” Mae sighs, looking at you and Kol walking away “Good plan by the way, including Elijah in your scheme” She says and claps Damon on the shoulder.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Name´s is Maeyra Cain. My friends call me Mae. And you're hummingbird's brothers. Good to finally meet you in person.”

“Hummingbird? Who the hell are you talking about?”

“You really are just the pretty one, huh? What a shame. Anyway, gotta run. See you around, boys!” She says and waves over her shoulder, walking away.

Once out of hearing distance, she dials a number too familiar to her “Y/N´s on board. Starting phase 2.”

A/N: THEY FINALLY REUNITED!!! WOHOO! That sure as hell was a long time coming. I am really curious to see what you think of the new original character. Maeyra (spoken may-ra) has been a dear character from another fanfictionI´ve been storing in the back of my mind for several years so I brought her along to this one.

Do let me know what you think though! Your replies and thoughts really fuel my like nothing else!!

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Another Realization

As is often the case in life, or so it seems to me, clarity comes to us when we let go, breathe, relax, and take a step back from whatever it is we`ve been focusing so damn hard on. That`s what happened to me yesterday and today.

Yesterday, I decided to shift my current focus from Witchcraft to Druidry in an effort to explore things from a different angle. My nameless longing whenever I hear the word witch was still confusing the crap out of me, particularly in light of the fact that in all my readings on Druidry, everything about the path made perfect sense to me, felt completely right and totally fulfilling. . .except for one thing. My nameless longing whenever I hear the word witch. . .and round and round I went. Never coming to any conclusions. So I decided that maybe this longing was just superficial, and since Druidry seemed to fit so perfectly with who I already was, I should pursue that and let this longing work itself out. An article I read the other day about Ovates (the second of three classes of Druids) only seemed to affirm this choice.

So I picked up a couple books I bought awhile ago, The Path of Druidry by Penny Billington and Druid Priestess by Emma Restall Orr (which are both excellent in my opinion, and I totally recommend them), and started immersing myself in the teachings. And it felt good, if not still confusing, and the part of me that has that witch-longing began to ache. But, I reasoned, I have to do something different. So I proceeded.

And then today it happened. A phrase from Druid Priestess caught my attention: natural witchcraft. Hmmm, I thought. What`s that? 

So I started googling, and amongst the many things I found and read, this one brought about the realization. And when I say realization, I’m not talking about some intellectual ah-ha! moment. I’m talking about the kind of realization that’s a swooping, roller-coaster feeling in your deep stomach that spreads out to your very bones in fire and joy, clarity and vision. The kind of realization in which you know something beyond the very shadow of a shadow of a doubt, where your soul perks its ears up and says, “Yes.”

And that is this: I am a Witch. Not in the way that I am an administrative assistant, but in the way that I am a girl, I am a horsewoman, I am a cheese-addict (just kidding). I just. . .am. I can’t explain it, can’t intellectualize it, can’t justify it. I just know it, in my bones. It’s who I am, what I am. Maybe it’s a past life thing. I don’t know. I don’t know, and right now I don’t care. This clarity just feels too good. I’m off to bask in this. :)

Blessings!