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clockworklozenges · 4 years ago

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So, a good five or so years back, I played in one of the best worst DnD games I have ever been in. The DM had bought the Libris Mortis book, which, if you were unaware, was a 3.5 splatbook adding in a lot of undead stuff, including some monsters and undead player races and stuff. Wanting to try it out, me and my gaming group decided to play things from it, our then DM deciding to run a completely homebrewed session. This proved to be a...

Terrible Idea™

(for the uninitiated, never homebrew something you do not fully understand unless it's just cosmetic. If you want to make all elves worship the god of garlic bread, Ultimo-Metatron-Omega, go ahead, but unless you know how the game works, don't make mechanical changes). So we all picked stuff from the books-one player played a skeleton Sorcerer who in life was a tribal shaman, but an attempt at healing went wrong, turning him undead as his life energy was replaced with negative energy, explaining why most of his spells were necromancy and suchlike.

Another player played Krug, an antipaladin in very spiky full plate. He was a zombie made by a necromancer of a paladin who was fighting him, but his allies killed his would-be master before he could assert control, and not wanting to just off him, his allies just...yeeted his body into a portal and hoped it'd re-kill him. It did not kill him hard enough. It did, however, explain his stats which...oof. He had already got debuffs to some stats due to being a zombie, and rolled abysmally. Fortunately for the player, he played mostly to socialise, so didn't much care.

I played... Count Nox Feratu, the Campire. As in, a vampire with a very camp German accent, which I did not break for the whole time I was playing him. To the point where "ach, nein, I haf bin heet! Heal me, meine freunde!" was par for the course. My overly camp vamp was a wizard, but due to level adjustment was a bit of a shoddy one. For backstory, he'd been ousted from his clan for ineptitude, and had sworn revenge. I was going for a swordmage build but never got there. All his spells were utility or just necromancy spells.

Our last player played...sigh...Damien Bloodmoon, cleric of Nerull, God of murder and undeath. He was one of the clerics from the book's murder Domain, meaning that he got buffs to damage. He was a vicious arse both in character and out of it, and was so dripping with edge compared to the paladin with the same IQ as a horse after its trip to the glue factory, the shaman who thought killing fixed people and the Campire that if you gave him a pat on the back you'd have finely diced your hand into a red mist. Not going too outlandish with his backstory of wanting to dominate the world as his undead thralls, Damien F***ing Bloodmoon had only taken spells which either charmed live people, dealt negative energy damage or messed with ability drain and suchlike, which he used with aplomb on townsfolk on our way to our objective. He was also, importantly, playing an elf of some sort, I forget which kind. Meaning that of the party, only one was alive.

So, just as an aside, for those of you that haven't played 3.5e DnD or have only played 5e, in Libris Mortis, undeath was gone over in detail, and had a litany of pros and cons. For one thing, undead had only the HP they had-folks like Damien F***ing Bloodmoon could be 'dying', and had some time to be stabilised before meeting the reckoning of Papa John and dying proper. Undead did not, it was just how much you had and if you ran out, poof, you're dust, bones and fertiliser again. You were also harmed by positive energy, so healing spells hurt you, as did potions of healing. However, undead were kind of hardy - poison immunity, some had resistance to non-magical melee damage, stuff that drained your ability scores and levels didn't work on them, some crits wouldn't do extra damage, and the best part- negative energy healed undead. Meaning all the spells our party had which damaged others like the living Damien Bloodmoon were curative ones for us. Keep this in mind.

So, we began our quest, learning of a necromancer a nearby town was plagued by. After using our skills (to whit: Damien Bloodmoon charming and drawing the life force out of random villagers and the only potion seller in the town whilst we went shopping. Krug got a snazzy hat, which we put on top of his helmet, and we chatted to townsfolk as I looked alive enough to pass as human and the shaman had a fake beard and toupee that people were too awkward to point out was fake so went along with it) we learn that the necromancer has a base of operations in the cemetery. "Oh ja, zo original, dahlink. Ve vill need to educate zis guy on vhat is chic and vhat is just shabby!"

So we head there and the nightmare begins. Damien Leads the charge, using all of his knowledge to deduce that the shambling horde moving towards us were stronger-than-your-average-bear undead, and he was right. These were powerful armoured zombie mages of some sort, casting ability draining spells, negative energy ray spells and even having auras of negative energy that dealt damage on a failed Fortitude save. Even their punch and quarterstaves did negative energy damage as well as the usual bludgeoning or unarmed. However...only one of us was really in danger and the DM's face fell when the squishy casters walked up and began shanking their super-special homebrew zombie wizards, being healed by the damage of their attacks as we cut them down.

Like I said, one of the benefits of undeath is that negative energy actually heals you. So the strikes of the magic staves and punches that hit us did some basic damage. Which was then immediately healed by the negative energy their weapon strikes and spells were doing.

However, you'll recall that Damien Bloodmoon was an elf. And not dead. Being a Cleric of a death god doesn't mean that you have the abilities of an undead. That meant that even with the DM being merciful, by the end of the first fight he was covered in blood, mud and withered away to just above half his original strength and constitution. More were patrolling, so we had to run. But that posed a problem.

Remember Krug had heavy armour? And recall his awful stats? He in fact, hadn't got enough strength to wear the armour he'd been given for backstory. He didn't, according to the DM, have enough to remove his own armour. And we attempted to, but also failed our checks according to the DM. And Damien Bloodmoon refused to help, simply blaming Krug and his player. Krug's player thought it was hilarious, and Krug only had enough Intelligence and Wisdom to say his own name, so saw no problem. And Krug, Nox Feratu and Shaman realised that there really...wasn't a problem.

For us, at least.

We slogged through three combats dragging Krug and wading through the mud with him. His speed was so slow that for every step he took, we took about ten. The DM was confused and infuriated that his encounters weren't working, but refused to change them. So we had fun role-playing. Or at least three of us did.

Damien Bloodmoon refused to roleplay, and none of his ranged spells could affect the zombie mages. When he went into melee, he came out wounded as all hell. He went down twice, and it was only the healing supplies of the shaman that saved him.

All the while, he was... Let's say not best pleased. Damien Bloodmoon was getting increasingly wounded, exasperated and longing for the sweet embrace of death as reprieve from the humiliation. His player was getting increasingly redder and rage-filled as time passed. Each fight ended with our characters stronger than ever and his a bloody pulp on the floor, with poor in-character knowledge (and terrible rolls) preventing him from realising why.

Eventually, we reached the final boss, pausing only to paint Krug's armour in contact poison just in case, and to find a stick to help the now-partially-crippled Damien Bloodmoon, cleric of death and murder, walk after being beaten up by angry zombie wizards for hours. And it had, indeed, been hours. Among us, only Damien had a bonus to strength, and we had two swords, a mace and a staff between the four of us. Meaning it was re-death by a thousand cuts for the enemy and a slog and a half for us.

We reach the necromancer and, having taken so long due to dragging the oblivious Krug with us, his big ritual is complete- he raises a fist-sized black onyx egg aloft, crackles with arcane power and causes the bones around him to coalesce into one massive creature - an undead, giant-sized rust monster, radiating an Aura of pure negative energy. Krug opened his arms wide, eager for the metal-eating monster cockroach to free him from his poison-painted metal prison. It ignores him as he's still very far away. Me and the others have our weapons and armour devoured.

Our DM was very much a stickler for note-taking. So because Damien Bloodmoon hadn't written 'clothes' on his sheet, his armour being eaten by the monster left him naked and afraid.

It became clear that the DM had done another f***y-wucky. See, the Aura of negative energy healed me and the Sorcerer by more than its other attacks did. So whilst Damien Bloodmoon was naked, soaked in mud and bleeding to death almost crushed to a pulp in the fetal position, rocking backwards and forwards as his player seethed with hatred, the Shaman and the Campire set about beating the thing to death with our bear hands and a stick.

The session ended once we killed the necromancer, or rather when Krug walked up to him, closed his arms and just crushed the noodle-armed bad guy to death with the weight of his ridiculous armour and poisoned him with its paintwork.

We never revisited the game afterwards. We were told later on that the DM wanted us to use the non-undead races. But at no point had he said as much, even when we asked him about our characters and the restrictions on them. We also learned a valuable lesson. DM for the players who are there, not the ones who you have an idealised mental image of. Tailor your game, otherwise you'll get a sitcom featuring a camp nosferatu, a shaman with no healing, a paladin who could barely move and a Cleric of murder who was ironically the only one at risk of actually dying.

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Belle of The Ball [Kol Mikaelson]

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pairing - kol mikaelson x fem,gilbert!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “since your TO requests are open can i request a kol fic where the reader is a gilbert and is kinda shy and kol invites her to the mikaelson ball” enjoy!

summary - the middle child of the mikaelson family takes interest in you and invites you to the mikaelson ball

warnings / includes - your jeremy’s twin, mild language, kissing, suggestive flirting, underage drinking (drink safely), mention of sex

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*gif isn’t mine*

“I think Connor likes you,” your friend, Karina, nudged you.

You looked over to the cute, brunette boy that was staring at you from across the hallway. “Yeah, right,” you muttered.

“I’m serious! Oh, look! He’s coming to ask you out!” Karina squealed.

You looked away from your locker, straightening up as Connor was approaching you. He flashed you a charming smile.

“I’m gonna go. Meet me by your car!” Karina smiled.

“No! Rina!” You whisper-shouted.

Your attention was turned to Connor as he stood in front of you.

“Hey, Y/n,” he greeted. “Hey… Connor,” you smiled shyly.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” he said, leaning against the lockers.

“Y-Yeah, go ahead,” you nodded. He smiled at your nervousness, moving closer to you.

His scent filled your nostrils and you felt yourself going dizzy. You leaned against the lockers, hoping it would help you not trip and fall.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me at Mystic Grill. We can get dinner then go back to my place and watch a movie,” Connor suggested.

Your eyes widened. You were pleasantly surprised. You had liked Connor since school had started, which was a few months ago. You had been trying to get him to notice you, which was going horribly until now. You were way too shy to go up to say anything to him. You guessed that Karina had something to do with him asking you out.

“Um, Earth to Y/n?” Connor asked, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Huh?” You blinked rapidly. You looked at him, getting even more embraced and shy when you realise you got lost in your own thoughts. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m just um… not really used to people asking me out, you know? I’ve never really been on a date before. My Aunt Jenna used to say that was okay since I’m only in junior year and stuff, but my brother has already had sex with Vicki Donovan and my sister is already on her second boyfriend. It’s kinda sad how un-loveable I am and-”

You were cut off by Connor chuckling. You cussed yourself out in your head for being so awkward.

“I’m sorry, again. I ramble a lot, too,” you apologised.

“It’s not worries. It’s really cute. You’re really cute. Anyways, what do you say? Come with me to Netflix and chill?” Connor asked.

You smiled, opening your mouth to respond, but you were rudely interrupted.

“She has plans Friday. Sorry, mate,” an all-too familiar Australian accent sounded behind you.

You clenched your jaw and balled your fists. You turned your head, glaring.

“Kol, go away,” you said through gritted teeth.

“No can do, darling. Jeremy asked me to watch over you,” Kol smiled.

“Uh, who’s this guy?” Connor asked. You turned back to him. “Oh, just a uh… family friend. Don’t mind him, he’s super annoying.”

“Actually, do mind me. I’m here to pick Y/n up. Elena wants you home, now,” Kol said.

“Oh. Well, if you need to be home, go ahead,” Connor said.

You sighed, “Yeah, um, I do. But it’s a yes to the date.”

Connor smiled widely. “Awesome! I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“Great! Can’t wait,” you smiled sweetly.

Connor walked away, leaving you grinning from ear-to-ear.

“You can do so much better, Y/n,” Kol said.

You rolled your eyes, turning 180 to him. “Go away, Kol. I know for a fact that Jeremy and Elena didn’t tell you to watch over me.”

“Hm, true. That was just an excuse,” Kol smiled.

“An excuse for what?” You asked. “Well, I needed and excuse to talk to you,” Kol shrugged.

You sighed, going back to your locker and grabbing your textbooks. “About what?” You asked.

“Well, I know my family hasn’t made it easy for any of you, so we are throwing a ball! My mother’s idea, really. We are allowed to bring dates and I’d like to bring you,” Kol explained.

You started to feel all flustered. “Uh… Wh-Why?”

“Because I like you, Y/n. I think you’re cute, funny, and all the good parts of a woman. I’d like you to ditch that Connor-nobody and be my plus one!”

You slammed your locker shut, walking away from Kol.

“Y/n, darling! You never answered me!” Kol exclaimed, trying to catch up with you.

“Yeah, I did that on purpose,” you muttered, knowing he could hear you because of his vamp hearing.

“You are so rude. I take it your parents didn’t teach you any manners? Not like they can teach you them now,” Kol joked.

You scoffed, not believing what you were hearing. “Like you can talk. And plus, why would I want to go to the ball with a jerk like you?”

You waked out of the school, spotting Karina over at your car.

“Y/n, wait!” Kol called out, reaching out to grab your wrist.

“What!” You exclaimed, turning to him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean that, but I really do want you to accompany me to the ball,” Kol said, staring you right in the eyes.

You stared at him for a few moments, your eyes flickering down to his lips. Once you noticed him smirk, you looked away, pulling your wrist away from his grip.

“I appreciate the invitation, but I’m going out with Connor,” you mumbled.

Kol sighed, “Fine. But if you reconsider, it’ll be at our house.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “I need to go, okay? My friend is waiting for me.”

“Alright. I hope you reconsider, Y/n. I’d be a shame if I didn’t have a date,” Kol said.

“As if you can’t get anyone you want,” you rolled your eyes.

“But I only want you,” Kol admitted.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. As much as you wanted to stay and ask him if he really did want you, you knew you’d end up a blubbering mess. And you definitely didn’t want to be like that in front of a devastatingly handsome Original vampire.

“I gotta go,” you murmured, turning away and stomping off to Karina.

“Hey, who’s that?” Karina asked once you approached.

“Oh um… An annoying friend of Jeremy,’s” you lied, running your fingers through your hair.

“Hm, well he’s hot,” Karina bit her lip, looking at Kol who was still where you left him.

You rolled your eyes and started to twiddle with your fingers. “No, he’s not.”

Karina narrowed her eyes at you, gasping in realisation.

“What?” You asked, full of confusion. “You like him!” Karina grinned.

You scoffed, “Hell no.”

“Hell, yes! You’re doing that thing you do when you talk about a guy you like,” Karina giggled, pointing to your hands.

You looked down and sighed, putting your arms to your sides. “I do that when I’m nervous.”

“Oh, yeah? Are you nervous about Mr. Hottie?” Karina wiggled her eyebrows.

“No. I’m nervous because Connor asked me out this Friday,” you explained.

“Oh, my God! Babe, that’s awesome!” Karina squealed, jumping up and down, clapping while doing so.

“Thanks, I know,” you smiled sheepishly. “Well, what day is it? Wednesday, right? We need to shop!” Karina exclaimed.

“No, no! I'll just wear jeans and a cute top. There’s no need to shop,” you said.

“Have you seen your closet? You only have one cute flora top and a pair of black baggy jeans. The rest of your closet are sweats and sweatshirts. You don’t even have any date-appropriate dresses!” Karina said.

“Not true!” You protested weakly.

“Mhm,” Karina said, pursing her lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was right.

“Fine, but we are only going to buy one outfit. ONE,” you said, holding up your first finger.

“I’ll take it! Wanna go now?” Karina asked.

“Sure,” you nodded. “Yay! We can get lunch at the Grill, too,” Karina suggested, opening the passenger door of your car.

“Alright,” you nodded, going over to the driver’s seat.

You drove to the outlet mall, parking in front of the shop. Karina and you walked inside, Karina immediately pulling you to the jeans section.

“God, I hate jeans,” you muttered. “Why?” Karina asked.

“Because they’re tight and I have to jump to get them on,” you explained.

“Well, that’s just because you have a nice ass,” Karina smiled.

You smiled, “Yeah, right.” “I’m serious! Your figure is to die for! I’m jealous, honestly,” Karina said in a sincere tone.

You chuckled, “Thanks, Rina.”

“Of course. Now, let’s see what jeans they have. Do you want black, dark wash, or light wash?” Karina asked.

“Dark wash,” you answered. “High-waisted or low-waisted?” Karina asked.

“(Your choice),” you said.

Karina pulled out two pairs of jeans, handing them to you. “Now, for the shirts! Do you want a ruffled top, knot front, or button-up?”

“Um, ruffled, I guess,” you said. “Alright… Well, I know you like plaid… So, what about this one?” Karina pulled out a black and white top that was cropped. It was long sleeved, the sleeves ruffled slightly. The bottom of the shirt was stretchy and the top had buttons.

“Wow, this is really cute. Simple, too. I like it,” you smiled.

“I knew you would! Now, go try it on,” Karina said, going over to the changing rooms.

You put on your cloths, buttoning up the top and turning around to the mirror. You raised your brows, surprised by how good you looked.

“You done?” Karina called out from outside.

“Yeah,” you said, going out of the dressing room.

“You look so pretty. Y/n. The jeans highlight your figure perfectly!” Karina exclaimed.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “And the top isn’t as cropped as I thought it would be.”

“I am amazing at dressing you! Maybe I should become a professional dresser?” Karina said.

You chuckled, “You should. Well, I think I’ll get this. I’m not interested in shopping anymore and I’m hungry.”

“Alright, well, I have some things I want to try on. So, give me 15 minutes tops and get us a table at the Grill,” Karina said, holding up the clothes she found.

“Sounds good,” you said. You went back behind the door and changed out of your clothes. You paid for your outfit, walking out and going to the Grill.

You got yourself seated quickly.

“Y/n, hey!” Matt exclaimed. “Oh, hey, blue eyes,” you grinned.

“How have you been?” Matt asked. “Good! How about you?” You asked.

“I’ve been good, thanks. How is Elena?” Matt asked.

You chuckled, “Elena is good. I’ll tell her you asked about her.”

“Alright, sounds good. So, I heard Connor Askren asked you out,” Matt said.

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled happily. “Good for you. I have to warn you, though, be careful,” Matt said.

“Be careful about what?” You asked. “Well, Connor has a reputation of asking girls out then bailing on them,” he explained.

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, he seemed really excited to ask me out.”

“I'm sure he was. I’m just saying. You’re like a little sister to me. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Matt explained.

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks, big bro.”

“No problem. Anyways, are you here alone or is Karina with you?” He asked.

“She’s with me. She’s at the clothing store. I just came from there, hence the bag,” you said, holding up your shopping bag.

“Ah right. Let me guess, she wanted to try some stuff on and she let you go?” Matt asked.

“Yep,” you laughed. “That’s what Caroline does. So, do you want to get started with a drink or anything?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, sure. Can I get a Diet Coke, chicken tenders, and cheese fries?” You asked.

“Coming right up. Do you know what Karina would want?” Matt asked.

“She’ll probably want lemonade, a chicken wrap, and onion rings,” you said.

“Alright. Be right back,” Matt smiled.

You gave him a goodbye wave. You sighed once he left, looking at your shopping bag. You would be lying if you said you were’t worried about Connor. You hoped that he was different than what Matt told you.

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Friday came sooner than expected. You were currently at home and getting ready for your date. Karina had helped you with your makeup, putting eyeliner on you and letting you borrow her lipstick. You were strapping on your heels when Karina told you she was leaving.

“Text me if you two kiss,” Karina winked.

“Highly doubt we will, but noted,” you smiled.

“Alright, I’m gonna go. You look amazing, Y/n. Have fun!” Karina hugged you before leaving. “Thanks,” you giggled as you shut the door.

You looked at your phone, seeing it was 7:57. You smiled nervously, grabbing your purse and waiting at the door. The 3 minutes passed by slowly. It was soon 8 and he wasn’t there yet. You shrugged it off, knowing that he would probably be there in a minute or two. But as you waited, 2 minutes passed, 5, 10, and 20. Each time you checked your phone, your hope in Connor disappeared and your fear of what Matt said becoming true increased. Once it reached 8:30, you realised that Connor wasn’t coming and he had in fact stood you up.

You stomped off to your room, tears falling down your cheeks.

“God! How stupid are you, Y/n? Thinking a guy like Connor would want to go out with you? A football player? A guy with one of the highest GPA’s? Fat chance,” you sobbed to yourself.

You took off your heels and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, smudging all the makeup that Karina had done. You took off your clothes, slipping into sweats and a tank top. You washed your face of all the makeup, going into your kitchen. You went to go and get some chocolate, but someone interrupted you.

“Don’t look so glum, Y/n. Connor is an ass.” You turned around sharply, surprised to see Rebekah there.

“I… Rebekah, what are you doing here?” You asked rudely.

“I’m here to give you your dress and get you ready for the ball!” Rebekah smiled.

“I’m not going,” you mumbled, going back to getting your food.

Rebekah sped to you, grabbing your wrist. “Yes, you are. I don’t like you very much. I don’t like any of your family, but Kol seems to have taken an interest in you. I have no idea why, but I just got my family back and want to make everyone happy.”

“Well, I don’t like Kol. So you can tell him to shove off,” you said.

“Hm… No,” Rebekah grinned. “C’mon, you’re going to the ball whether you like it or not. Your sister and brother will also be there.”

“Another reason not to go,” you stated.

“Oh, please! If you don’t go I am sure Kol will kill Elena and Jeremy,” Rebekah said.

“No! I… I don’t want to. Kol doesn’t even like me. He just likes to piss off all my friends,” you said.

“Y/n, look at me,” Rebekah said. You looked at her dully.

“Kol likes you. Hell, I think he’s in love with you. All he talks about it you and quite frankly, it’s sickening, but a little heartwarming to see him care so much for someone. So, please, come to the ball. If you want to leave after a little bit, I’ll make sure you go without any issue. But just try it out,” Rebekah begged.

Your heart fluttered once you heard Kol might be in love with you. If you were completely honest, you had a little crush on Kol. How couldn’t you? He was charming, handsome, and even nice to you. You never pursued the crush because one, you were too shy for that. And two, you knew your family would kill you. But you knew Rebekah would just kidnap you and take you there, even if you said no again, so you deciding to say yes.

“Fine, I’ll go. But don’t expect me to have fun,” you mumbled.

Rebekah took her hand off your wrist, smiling widely. “Great! Let’s go and get you ready, we’re late.”

You nodded and went back to your room. Rebekah sat you down and did your makeup. Giving you a fox eye look with a red lip. She then got out your dress, to which you gasped at. Your dress was a long red ballgown. The top of the dress had jewels all over, the skirt then puffing out like Cinderella’s. The sleeves of the dress were made to go across your shoulders, letting the top of your breasts and your collar bone show.

“Wow I… Wow,” you gasped.

“Amazing, right? You’ll be the belle of the ball! You’ll even outshine Elena, who’s dress is disappointingly gorgeous,” Rebekah smiled.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Of course! Now go put it on, I’ll help you with the back,” Rebekah said handing it to you.

You took it gently, going to your bathroom to get changed. You came out, letting Rebekah tighten the dress for you. You then slipped on your black heels that you were wearing earlier, and took a look at you reflection.

“Wow, I actually look like a princess,” you smiled.

“That you do,” Rebekah smiled. “Now let’s go. Our ride is waiting.”

You nodded, lifting up the bottom of your dress so you could walk. You and Rebekah walked out to the limo, going over to the Mikaelson house.

“Hey, Rebekah?” You asked. “Yes?” She answered.

“Why are you being so nice to me? Besides making Kol happy,” you asked.

Rebekah sighed. “Well, I think you’re good for my brother. You make him more bearable to be around. Kinder, warmer. A lot less murderous. I know you like him, too. I can see the way you look at him when you think no one is paying attention. He’s head over heels for you and I think you could be the same for him after tonight.”

“Good to know,” you smiled.

“Mhm. But don’t tell anyone I ever complimented you or helped you out tonight. I don’t need your friends thinking I have a good side,” Rebekah said.

You chuckled. “Alright, deal.”

You two arrived at Rebekah’s house, stepping out of the limo. Rebekah and you waked to the doors, opening them. As you stepped into the ballroom, all eyes went on you. Your entrance elicited gasps from everyone. You smiled shyly, your smile faltering once Elena, Damon, and Jeremy approached you. Rebekah left you to deal with your family.

“What the hell are you doing here!” Elena exclaimed.

“Having fun, El,” you answered.

“No, you need to go home now,” Damon said.

You shook your head. “No. Connor stood me up and Kol invited me to this thing, so I decided to take the opportunity.”

Elena’s angry face fell as she heard what Connor did. “Connor stood you up? That jerk!”

“It's okay. I’d rather be here and in this dress than with him and drunk,” you admitted.

“Need me to beat him up for you?” Jeremy asked. “I’m good baby bro, but thanks. Uh…. have you guys seen Kol?” You asked.

“Nope,” Elena said. “And I wouldn’t advise looking for him. He might kill you,” Damon frowned.

“No, I won’t! Like she said, I invited her here,” Kol said from behind them.

Damon turned, a grimace on his face. “Why?”

“Because I am in love with her,” Kol smiled, his eyes meeting you’s.

Your blood ran cold and you looked down, holding the skirt of your dress tightly.

“I’d like to dance with her, if that’s alright,” Kol said.

“No way,” Jeremy said. “You put a hand on her-”

“Jer, it’s okay,” you said. “I’ll shout if I’m in trouble. Please, just go.”

Elena sighed, “Fine. I have to go and see Esther anyways. Do not hurt her.” Elena warned Kol.

“I never would dream of it,” Kol smiled.

The three left, leaving you and Kol at the entrance. Kol approached you, you putting your head down again.

“You look ravishing, Y/n. If we were alone, I’d rip that dress off of you,” Kol said, looking over your figure.

“Thanks,” you chuckled shyly.

Kol put his hand on your chin gently, lifting your face up to meet his. “Don’t be so shy, Y/n. And don’t self-doubt yourself, either. I know that asshole Connor stood you up, but you are still the most beautiful, kind girl ever. He doesn’t deserve you anyways.”

“And you do?” You challenged.

Kol chuckled. “No, but I’m hoping you think differently.” He then offered you his hand. “Dance with me?”

“Sure,” you nodded, taking his hand hesitantly.

Butterflies threatened to rip out of you as you touched his hand. Goosebumps rushed up your arm as you grasped his hand. Kol walked you two to the ballroom floor. You put your free hand on his shoulder, him putting his free hand on your waist. You two swayed for a few moments until you broke the silence.

“So, um… How did you know Connor stood me up?” You asked.

“I had Rebekah spying on you,” Kol admitted.

“Wow, not creepy at all,” you muttered. “I wanted to be ready for if he stood you up, so Rebekah could then go and get you ready,” Kol explained.

“Makes sense,” you said.

Kol smiled at you, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You kept adverting your gaze. Too nervous to actually look at him or more than 5 seconds.

“You’re very cute when you’re tense,” Kol complimented. “Thanks. Not a lot of people think that,” you chuckled. “Well, those people are out of their minds then,” Kol said.

“Why do you like me?” You asked suddenly, looking at him. You had been wandering this all night, waiting until you were here with him to ask.

Kol smiled. “Well, you’re different. You’re not aggressive like your brother, or so moral like Elena. You’re quiet and calm. You think through things rather than be impulsive, which seems to be how everyone is around here. Your eyes are so beautiful, I get lost in them. When I see you smile, it makes my dead heart come alive. And when you do that hair-twirl thing, it’s so adorable. You’re also extraordinarily stunning, which is a big plus.”

Your heart skipped beats as he told you his reasons for liking you. As you looked at him and watched him pour his heart out, your liking for him grew. You subconsciously moved closer to him, too. Your body doing its own thing.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “You really um… Thought about this.”

“Well, you are all I think about. Besides who’s head I want to rip off,” Kol smirked.

“Gross,” you grimaced. “I’m kidding! But I’m serious about you. I’ve never liked someone as much as you, Y/n. I hope that I can prove that I’m a good choice for you,” Kol said.

“Well, you’re proving it now,” you admitted.

Kol grinned, “Fantastic.”

You two swayed in silence again. As the music got slower and slower, and the lights got lower and lower, you two moved dancing positions naturally. You were quite scared to move closer to him. You were already so close, practically hugging. But your bodies were like magnets, pulling each other close. So tried to go with everything and relax.

Both of your arms went around his neck and both of his hands wrapped around your waist and went to the small of your back. You two scooted in until your head was on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent nonchalantly, enjoying his cologne. Kol nuzzled his cheek onto the side of your head, him also breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

You two danced for a while before Kol got an idea.

“Do you want to get out of here and go to the balcony?” Kol asked.

“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You joked.

“No promise,” Kol winked cheekily. You giggled, “Alright. Let’s go.” Kol nodded and kept his grip on your hand, walking you to the balcony. On the way, you took two glasses of champagne. You handed him one as you stepped out on the terrace. You put your elbows on the railing, sipping the champagne.

“So, why’d you bring me out here?” You asked.

“To gaze at the stars,” Kol answered simply, walking next to you.

“Hm,” you hummed, looking up at the night sky. “Did you ever stargaze back before you all were vampires?”

“Yes, all the time. It was one of my favourite things to do,” Kol said.

“That sounds nice,” you said. “It was,” Kol said.

“Do you ever miss being a witch?” You asked. Kol sighed, taking a sip of champagne. “Sometimes. But I love being immortal.” You smiled, “Makes sense. If I were a vampire, I’d be the same.”

Kol turned to you, “I can turn you.”

You shook your head, “No. I like being human. Being a vampire seems to complicated. Plus, I want kids.”

“Hm. Sounds nice having your little perfect, human life. I miss that,” Kol said.

“You were never human, though,” you smiled, turning to him. “Yes, but I was once mortal,” Kol said.

“True,” you nodded, taking a sip of your champagne. “Hey, um… I want to thank you for inviting me. I know I said I didn’t want to go, but I’m really glad I did. I’m having a really good time.”

“Of course. I knew you would. I know you’re not the girly-girl type, but every girl deserves to experience to dress up for a ball,” Kol said.

“I agree,” you nodded. “And I’m also glad that you are warming up to me a little bit. You’re not so much of a blubbering mess anymore,” Kol smirked.

You chuckled, “Yeah, I take a little to warm up to new people.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m that person you’ve warmed up to,” Kol said, stepping closer to you. He put his hand on your’s, looking at you flirtatiously.

You grinned at the moves he was making, deciding to make a move of your own.

You leaned into him, your eyes boring into his the whole time. You were standing toe-to-toe to him, your mouth parted as his eyes glowed dark brown. He smirked at you, his hand leaving your’s and settling on your waist. You wanted to move closer, but your skirt was so puffed out it restricted you from doing so. Kol noticed your slight frustration with your dress, setting his glass down, and putting his other hand on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Kol, my dress is too big,” you chuckled.

“Not too big for me to do this,” Kol grinned, leaning his head down.

Before you knew it, he was kissing you. Your eyes widened as his lips met your’s. A few moments passed before he pulled away, confused and scared.

“I’m sorry, I must have read the room wrong. I-” Kol started to apologise, but you put your hand on the back of his head and pulled him in again.

This time Kol was surprised. He didn’t waste any time in kissing you back, though. Your lips moved together in perfect synchronisation. It was like his lips were made for your’s as they fit in-between your’s like puzzle pieces. Both your fingers entangled themselves in his hair, pulling slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. Your stomach did a million of flips as his tongue swiped your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slowly, Kol’s tongue slipping in gently. As your tongue’s fought, Kol’s hands went to your skirt, finding your legs under them. He put his hands under your thighs, lifting you up with ease.

You pulled away, breathing heavily. Kol’s eyes opened, going down to your lips and smiling as your lipstick was smudged. Your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes.

“I just wanted to um… To tell you that i-if you were planning on having um, sex. I’m not ready. This um… This was my first kiss, too. Sorry if you were expecting to get lucky tonight,” you confessed, blushing profusely.

Kol smiled at you, setting you down. “It’s alright, love. I wasn’t expecting anything from you tonight. I hope your first kiss was good.”

“It was really good,” you giggled.

“Good. Now, do you want to continue to make out? Or we could go back out and dance,” Kol suggested.

“Um… can we dance again?” You asked, going back to your shy nature.

“Of course we can, darling,” Kol smiled, holding his hand out for you to take.

He led you to the ballroom. You two danced for a couple hours until you started to get tired. Kol drove you back home and you went into your house, Kol kissing you goodbye. You closed the door, smiling widely and squealing to yourself.

Your phone rang and you answered it immediately, seeing it was Karina.

“Hey! How did your date go?” She asked.

“Um…” you sighed, the feeling of Kol’s lips on your’s still there. You smiled again, fidgeting with your fingers.

“It was good. Really, really good.”

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4x05: I Thought You’d Be Happier to See Me

The episode of all episodes is here! Lizzie wakes up on the couch and answers the door to see an officer. He is there to deliver bad news. Meanwhile, Josie wakes up with Finch and Ethan moves into the Salvatore school with MG. Guys! They mentioned the room belonged to Stefan Salvatore🥺

*peep the ‘guest star: claire holt*

The twins go to the hospital and I am loving Josie’s fit. Lizzie is hoping that MG will be able to use vampire blood to help Ric. However, he doesn’t think he will be able to fix what’s wrong. Cleo and Kaleb show up and ask where Hope is.

Hope is at a bar! She’s using her new vamp powers to get a drink…or two of the different variety. Right when she’s about to feed, REBEKAH MIKAELSON, aka Aunt Rebekah or “classy bitch” shows up. I didn’t expect her to show up so soon but it’s so surreal and I’m so excited. I wonder which moment I’ll cry.

Ethan almost has his weight lifting thing fall on him due to his powers. Finch stops it from doing so and they discuss how to be with a Saltzman. AH! I forgot that these two already knew each other and that Finch dated his sister.

Sad news! Alaric is in a coma and it’s a matter of “if” he wakes up. Cleo proposes they do a head-dive and Lizzie rejects Kaleb from helping. While the twins & MG do that, Kaleb & Cleo set out to find Hope. In the head-dive, the twins see what Hope did to him. The amount of times this man has been thrown around and had back damage…They find memory dad and he’s talking to young Hope (played by Summer Fontana). They go to a memory of him and Emma where he doesn’t want to admit Hope into the school. The twins get pulled out because Ric’s brain is bleeding.

Rebekah daggers Hope when she realized that Hope is not going to turn it back on any time soon. While she’s putting her in the car, a man comes and snaps her neck. He’s a vampire and is on someone’s order…a woman with an accent. However, Hope rises and stabs his hand.

Lizzie head-dives with MG and Josie sits it out in reality. They see Whitmore Medical Center’s log of births on March 15th. It’s the day the twins were born (and they have Caroline’s last name here!) The real Alaric shows up and he says he doesn’t know if he’ll make it to the real world. He never told the twins about the day they were born because he thought he had more time. He apologized for all the mistakes he made because all he wanted to do was protect them.

Hope “plays darts” with the vampire - aka uses him as the board. Very season 3 TVD if you ask me. He reveals he’s from Triad and that the original trio is looking for her since she’s a new monster. He’s about to reveal the names but then is set on fire by his Triad brand.

Cleo & Kaleb find the bar and see the remains. They talk about - WHOA NEVERMIND THEY KISSED.

Ethan arrives to the hospital and sits next to MG outside. They talk about how they both like her and how they’d still like to be friends.

Hope gives Rebekah the M necklace back and drives off in her car to find Triad.

But you guys. What I adore about this show is the time and care when it comes to the little things. Alaric is dead. (seemingly). But they played the same song (Be Still) from when he died the first time in season three. AND they had everyone waiting outside like in the scene. I don’t know if it’s actually the end of him, but the fact of the parallel made me cry.

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Not Playing Nice

Request: a transman!reader x protective!Spike after the reader gets insulted or invalidated

Pairing: Spike x transman!reader

Warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of violence, bullying

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N is a member of the Scoobie gang and attends UC Sunnydale with them. When Spike walks Y/N home after a group meeting, he notices some marks on his skin and gets concerned.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first time writing a story with this POV and it was such a fun new experience! I hope I did the story justice and I hope you enjoy it! X

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Curled up in the armchair, I struggle to not doze off. Buffy and the others discuss the latest Big-Bad that’s been ravaging Sunnydale. When Xander called this meeting at his and Anya’s apartment after he spotted the demon earlier at the construction site, I almost lied and said I was busy in the library. Usually, I’m of greater help than this, but classes have me drained and last night was a long night. The idea of having to walk back past the frat houses on the way to the dorm keeps popping into my head every time I close my eyes, so at least I have that to keep me alert.

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey Y/N?”

I hum, too tired to open my eyes. Spike is squatting in front of my chair, studying my face.

“You seem tired. How about you head on home?” He suggests.

I shake my head, sitting up to prove I’m awake. “Nah, I’ll stay until everyone calls it a night.” A yawn escapes me accidentally.

“If you’re worried about walking back with Mr. Munchie-Man out and about, I could join you,” he offers, referring to the toothy demon we’ve been hunting.

“It’s not that, thanks though,” I offer the blonde vampire a weak smile.

“Yeah, Y/N, you should get some rest,” Willow agrees. “I know you’ve had a lot of projects this week. We’ll bring you up to date tomorrow!” She offers enthusiastically.

I yawn again, “alright, maybe you’re right.”

I shift in my seat to stand and Spike’s hand remains on my arm kindly.

“Come on, Mate,” he mumbles, guiding me to the door. “I’ll walk you home just in case.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m human, not a defenseless puppy.”

“Doesn’t mean the Hungry-Hungry-Hippo won’t make you into a chew toy,” he insists.

Spike is always so uncharacteristically protective of me. He’s not that way with Xander. I suspect it’s because Buffy and the others treat me the same. I’m the ‘empathetic one’ of the group.

Everyone says their goodbyes and repeat for us to stay safe. Buffy adds a request, for me to call when I get back to my dorm room okay. I promise her to do so.

As Spike and I arrive at my dorm room, I go to unlock the door. Considering how late it is everyone on my floor is asleep and the only lighting in the hall is the emergency lights.

“Well, thanks for playing bodyguard,” I start to bid the vamp farewell as my door swings open. “I’ll see-”

“Wait,” Spike grabs my wrist suddenly.

I jump, thinking he says something in my pitch-black room. “What?!”

“What’s this on your neck?” He releases my wrist and his fingers brush against my neck.

Shit.

“Oh, I uh...” I stammered, struggling to think of an excuse. “Willow was messing around and tried flat ironing my hair! She kinda got to close ya know,” I laugh nervously, moving to step inside my room.

Spike grabs my forearm and I wince. Noticing my reaction, he frowns and swiftly raises the fabric of my sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“Spike, don’t-”

His sight lands on the massive, hours old, scrape that travels from my elbow to my wrist on the outside of my forearm.

“What the hell is this?” He mumbles, peering up at me with hooded eyes.

“From the last time, we fought a Big-Bad,” I explain plainly, taking my arm back and lowering the sleeve. “I’m not vampy like you, don’t heal as quickly.” I force a smile.

Not buying the story, he nudges my shoulder aggressively and I bump into the wall of the hallway. He presses his palm against the wall beside my head and reaches for the hem of my hoodie. I swat at his hand away and he slaps it back like a cat.

“Stop that,” he orders sternly.

I turn my head to the side, clenching my jaw. I focus on a single piece of wood positioned at the end of the corridor. Swallowing hard, to distract me as Spike picks up the hem of my hoodie hesitantly. He shifts on his feet as the dark-colored bruise that coats my rib cage becomes fully exposed. For a moment that feels like an eternity, he examines the many clustered marks around my abdomen.

He clears his throat and drops the fabric. Pushing off the wall, he paces away to the opposite wall. There’s a prolonged silence between us as I protrude far within myself.

Spike spins on his heels to face me. “All of these marks from one fight where you had me, two mega witches, a Slayer, an ex-vengeance demon, and her lapdog to help you? What are you, a human or a peach?”

I toss my head back in annoyance. “Just leave it, Spike!”

“So, you’re just not going to tell me what happened?” He clenches his jaw.

“I did tell you,” I defend calmly and go to enter my room. “Now, goodnight.”

He rushes to the doorway and slams his hands against the frame. “I’m going to find out!”

“See you tomorrow!” I dismiss, shutting the door in his face.

Finally, alone, I slide down the back of my door and bring my knees close to my chest. Releasing a deep breath, I do everything I can to relax, even in the slightest bit. I’ve gone this long without any of my friends finding out, I just hope Spike doesn’t say anything. I’ve just never wanted to trouble them. I mean, considering we fight demons and forces of legitimate evil each day my problems don’t exactly match the level of priority. I can handle this. Besides, I’ve been dealing with it for a while now. I’m used to it.

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The following night, we all gather at The Bronze to celebrate another win against a demon. I really didn’t like this one, he gave IT vibes this his racks of teeth. Gives me the heebie-jeebies!

At the bar, I wait patiently for my drink while the group is around our usual table just a few yards away.

“Jack Daniels please,” a familiar English accent requests the bartender.

I glance to my right and sure enough, there’s Spike in all his glory. He turns to face me directly and I stare ahead, watching the bartender make my drink.

“You were good today, you know when you picked up Xander’s ax and whatnot,” Spike compliments awkwardly.

“Thanks,” I mumble.

“So you’re still not going-”

“Nope,” I nod. “Still not gonna tell ya.”

“Right then, fair enough,” he sighs, spinning on his heels to face the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him tapping his black painted nails against the bar. After a second of fidgeting, he reaches into his coat pocket and reveals a pack of cigarettes. He slips one between his lips and holds the pack out to me. I give him a knowing look, he can’t be serious.

“You know I don’t smoke,” I remind him.

“You know I don’t smoke,” he mimics my voice, stuffing the cigarettes back into his pocket.

I suppress my amusement, biting down on my lip. That impersonation was just horrid. Spike notices and continues his act.

“Oh Spike, you’re just the best!” He says in a sing-songy tone. “You’re the evilest, most vicious vampire I’ve ever met. I just-”

I swat his arm and he whines, rubbing the wounded area.

“I don’t sound like that!” I laugh.

“You’re right.” He takes a quick smoke of his cigarette and clears his throat. “Let me just get in tune here-”

I whine, “Spike, I-”

“Well if it isn’t the SheMan!”

My heart stops as soon as I hear the eery insult. It’s nothing original, I hear it almost daily, that’s not what makes me anxious. The part that has me so worried is I hear from the same group of asshole every day. They’re all in the same frat at UC Sunnydale. I have to pass their house to get to my dorm, that’s how I ran into the first time. They were are their porch and one of them recognized me from our English Literature class.

The douchiest one of them all, the leader, appears at my side rubs against me. “We missed you in class today!”

I turn my body to Spike, putting my back to the Frat guy. His friends circle us like a wall of steroid driven rage. Spike clenches his jaw, switching his sight between me and the group of guys.

He removes the cigarette from his mouth and barks past me at the Frat leader. “Piss off you wanker!”

“Ooh, got yourself a boyfriend?” One of his minions purrs, making the others laugh.

“Trying to compensate for something are we?!” Spike insults the group, unfazed by the dickwad’s insinuation.

“Just ignore them,” I grumble to Spike.

“I’m sorry? What was that you little tranny?” Another one of them snickers and shoves me into the bar top.

The wind gets knocked out of me as I grip my bruised side. Sweet Lord, that hurt like a bitch!

“Okay, this should be fun,” Spike remarks, having had enough.

I push off the bar weakly, still suffering the shooting pain in my abdomen. I grab the vampire wrist pleadingly. “Spike, don’t!”

He won’t always be there to play bodyguard and I’ll be the one left to deal with the consequences at school. Next year I’ll live in a different building and I’ll never have to see these pricks again.

Spike is ready to drop-kick each of them and huffs when I stop with him. He opens to argue with me. “But-”

“Let’s go!” I repeat sternly.

We go to walk back to our friends, leaving the group of Abercrombie models by the bar.

“Must you always be so patient,” Spike grumbles, his cigarette balancing on his lips.

I can tell it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself. It’s not in his nature to leave a fight, baby steps.

“I thought you liked that about me,” I laugh lightly.

A faint smile appears on Spike’s lips, at least he’s easing up a little. Soon, we’ll be back with our friends and it’ll be fine.

“Oh yeah, you run!” One of the boys shouts over the chatter of the club.

Spike shifts to turn around and I press a hand to his back, urging him to keep walking. “Ignore them!”

“You sissy!” Another adds, earning a series of laughs from his friends.

“Alright fuck this nice-person bollocks!” Spike snaps, dropping his cigarette and smashing it with his boot. His face morphs into his vampy one as he allows his frustration to consume him. “I’m evil for Christ’s sake!” He spins on his heels and marches toward the group of guys gathered by the bar.

“Spike!”

Before I have the chance to stop him, he grabs one of the guys by the collar of his polo and punches him right across the face. The college boy falls into his friends then the floor with a grunt. He covers his face, his nose bleeding excessively.

Spike leans over him with a wicked snicker. “How’d you like that you gutless tit?!”

He stands up straight to address his circle of friends. “Anyone else what a goat it?! Suddenly I’m very thirsty!”

Taking one look at Spike’s face, all of them scatter. I watch as they shove each other out of the way to get away and sprint up to the exit. They leave their friend on the floor moaning and groaning in pain. Spike brushes his hands over his gelled hair, sleeking it back.

“Well, that was refreshing,” he sighs, dropping his arms at his sides.

He rejoins me and presses a hand to my back to walk me back to the bar to where we were peacefully before.

“You didn’t need to do that,” I mutter, nonetheless appreciate.

“Of course I bloody did,” he debates. “If there’s anything I hate more than sympathetic, humanitarian namby-pamby, self-righteous prats! It’s weak high-and-mighty bullies!”

Spike playing defender instead of the offender? What an interesting turn of events. After a moment, the bartender brings us our drinks.

“Thank you,” I say to Spike before I forget.

“Eh, don’t mention it,” he waves his hand, dismissing it as nothing. “And the next time any other prep-fest frat boy gives you trouble you tell me, alright! Promise?!”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell the others about any of this,” he assures me timidly as a side note.

That truly comes as a relief to me. I wouldn’t want to deal with the constant questions and fussing that I’m sure would ensue.

“So...do you wanna go join the others?” I suggest.

“Nah,” he makes a disgusted face as he lights himself a new cigarette. “They all annoy me.”

“I don’t annoy you?” I laugh, raising a brow.

“No, you’re quite pleasant actually,” he compliments to my surprise. “You think I’d punch someone for just anybody?”

“Umm, yeah?” I argue, not hiding my amusement.

“Okay maybe you’re right,” he concludes. “But if it were Xander I’d let him get hit!” He rushes out to maintain his tough facade.

“Oh, of course, certainly,” I agree, snickering at his sternness.

There’s a comfortable silence between us as Spike finishes his cigarette and I sip on my drink. Then, out of nowhere, Spike pops off like a rocket, causing me to jump a little. Evidently, he’s been going over the events of the conflict with the boys.

“I just don’t get why people get their knickers in a twist about some things?!” He complains to me. “And it changes with every bloody decade! One minutes it pre-martial sex and every other woman being called a harlot! That was real a drag for many centuries, let me tell ya! I couldn’t shag a girl without her panicking after! I was going through villages like I was on a damn pilgrimage! Then, a lot of the focus was shot at the gays for a couple decades following Stonewall and AIDS! I was in New York for that whole thing and people were down right bonkers! And the same people who were so pissy about it also blasted Freddie Mercury and Elton John from their boomboxes! Bet it came as a real shock to them when those closet doors swung open!”

Resting my chin my hand, I just listen to him rant and sip on my drink.

He goes on, “it’s just a load of bollocks how you humans are so quick to attack one another! It leaves us vampires and demons with little work to do! Most of the time, we just sit back and watch the bloody shit show!”

An amused grin appears across my lips as the decades old vampire bitches about closed-minded humans. He’s preaching to the choir here.

“For thirteen years everyone was up in arms about alcohol! Alcohol!” He repeats, peering at me with raised brows. “Of all things! So, for thirteen fucking years we had to hide and sneak around because a group of Jesus loving women decided alcohol was the reason their husbands didn’t like them! Well, I have a hunch that it might of been their constant nagging and preaching!”

He pants, catching his breath after his tangent. Honestly, it was quite amusing. I hope he has more.

“My point is Y/N, if I’ve learned anything from my many years on this planet, it’s that humanity constantly evolving along with the world. In this point in time, you’re who you’re meant to be,” he tells me as he fidgets with the paper from his straw. “Only you can define who that is and fuck anyone who tries to do it for you. Be yourself, people will learn to fucking deal.”

I sit quietly, processing his words and wait to see if there’s more. Then, he meets my gaze for the first time since his tangent.

“Would... would you mind if we just sit here, have a few drinks maybe?” He requests. “Those nitwits have me all moody.”

I struggle to hide the smile that’s forcing itself across my lips. “I’d like that.”

For the remainder of the night, Spike and I sit at the bar. We talk about a ridge range of topics from my major to his life before vamping out. I try imagining Spike as William the poet, it doesn’t quite work out in my head. He tells me some funny stories about his experiences during Woodstock, and we laugh about them for a good hour or two. It’s unspoken between us, but it’s evident that this is the start of a real friendship.

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Lost boys the beginning (prequel script.) review-

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I said I would do this and here I am, my fascination for the sequel started when I read the wiki page for it and now that I have gotten my hands on it. I still maintain my view that I would give my blood for this have to been made, with the og actors and all. Shut the hell up and get in the time machine boys were making a movie.

I want to get one of my criticisms out of the way right off the bat, it’s more me nitpicking it anything. “How do we make it clear it’s in the past?” “Deep southern accents” I’m not kidding. Despite taking place in literally San Francisco, everyone says ain’t or drops the G off of ing words (Nothing< Nothin’) or this may also be something in California? Is it clear I’m from the east coast. Yet? They do also make no attempts at changing the language to fit the time as quote “party pooper” (I’m not kidding I’m deadass) but this is just me nit picking as I’m very much a period piece person.

Plot-

It’s 1906 boys and we open on David, noted to be bearded and in a fur coat(good to know.). Basically the lost boys were originally street kids grouped together in a little gang well more teens now anyway. They pickpocket and sleep on the beach but David says “ethical pickpocketing” so no stealing from families. Paul can punch real good, we needed to know that for reasons. There’s also a point that the adult gangs kinda go after them as “who’s kid is this” basically but they aren’t really around that much. So a boat arrives , with no one alive on board and boxes of dirt. That’s right mf’s VLAD FUCKING DRACULA, and they do connect him to the impaler(mainly for cool kills) so basically they robbery goes wrong and David shoots the guys everyone panics for a good five minutes because not one of them actually killed a guy before. Long story short after Marko gets a broken hand they get on horses and ride up to the grand hotel with the gold and get a lick at living lavida loca at the hotel , food, a roof, women all that stuff. David gets a thing for the literal I kid you not PRINCESS ANASTASIA(it does not go well.) vlad shows up alive and they ride off again only for what can be described as the coolest shit where the boys basically get picked off their saddles and yanked off into foggy nowhere one by one which leaves only David. Spooky, cool , wild. No one remembers the night before everyone has a good panic sesh, they go do work for vlad because yeah OK, wanna steal the gold but bat boy shows up and says “my boys” so they kinda listen to him. Also Marko and Paul eat a dude. That happens. They basically have a casino night and vlad pulls a maggots trick basically getting all but David to drink. Blah blah blah David is all goo goo eyes for girly , boys on fire some stuff. Later that night I find hysterical is that Paul and Marko have the nerve to go “we hungy ;-;” despite literally eating a dude not even two scenes ago. Dracula plays more mind games David whoops his ass then his friends proceed to try and eat him on a train as said, they hungy. David is basically the Micheal. A lot of stuff happens and the earthquake Dracula is dead whoo but so is David’s girl so rip. Max shows up at the end “oh no. Anyway-.” And isn’t a general manipulative dick like Dracula and says it how it is. They join him the end. They don’t explain how the sire thing switches though...

Charecters-

David: he is the Micheal. The most emotional yet level headed at the same time, he was clearly always the leader with Marko as his right hand man. Though he does not as easily follow vlad as the others, he spits out the blood but it’s? Oh my god the just utter loyalty and love he has for the other boys makes my heart ache. The guy literally dies for them and it’s great. However after being a vamp he becomes the more cool more indifferent little emotion showing David we know. Rip David his crushes either grow To hate him or fucking die

Marko: I will kill for him. A bit more wild then David he doesn’t particularly care for who they steal from, he HATES having to wear the fancy clothing and match the style of the rich people in the hotel getting all snappy. He’s clearly young and snappy most lines after David really, and he’s INCREDIBLY close to Paul. They are literally constantly together, they share a bed, comments and Paul literally lunges to help Marko from the sun despite wounding himself worse in that. They dating. He also says ‘looky’ rip markos right hand which was: Crushed; lit on fire,’lit on fire again.

Paul: himbo. He Aparently is the best fist fighter in San Francisco, good to know. He speaks a lot but it’s mainly “I’m scared what’s going on” or “I’m hungry” along those lines. Super close to Marko.

Dwayne: silent type still but gets to speak a hell of a lot more, clearly a good rider and about everything else. Oh! And there’s this charecter named jasper who turns out to be his brother???? He’s completely useless and is only there to give him something to cry over and steal lines that could be given to the others he’s seriously completely pointless

There is the two .. I don’t remember what they are but they are kitchen staff from Romania who know about vamps and warn David about his friends etc. they are clearly a take on the frog brothers but explicitly middle aged. Are they trying to add a reincarnation subplot? There is also a 5 year old who is only here to steal root beer and it is stated he is “grandpa” so only shit Emerson your old. Vlad I’m sort of indifferent about he’s just here to be a ass, to be Dracula - really he didn’t have to be spesifically dracula. Max only shows up at the end which I don’t really like as I think it would have been better to show him building the trust and relationship better? As he’s just overall better then vlad and that’s saying a lot.

There is other parallels to the og movie:

-Vlad ripping the roof off a carriage to eat the couple inside

-The horse scene over the cliff is easily the night ride with Micheal as it’s equally foggy

-David is basically a mix of himself, Micheal and Sam

- the waiters are a form of the frog brothers

Etc

Overall I think it is actually really really good? The script bleeds a little to 80s and I think they should benifit from some older language. Also drop Jasper he serves no purpose as he dies and said very little to begin with, drop little grandpa to a implied cameo, give more time with max instead of mainly vlad, like did it need to be literally Dracula? However I still love it, it’s David desperately trying to save his friends, their makeshift family. There’s parts were fear just drips off of the boys and it shows! Genuine fear! Genuine panic! Etc. also gives a explanation to the whole free bird thing because David said “fuck you dracula we ain’t yo slaves” (something like that) over all I take it as cannon, with some liberties I like it as a backstory to the boys and it fills in and explains a lot of things. Not to mention it was actually written by the same people?

Honestly give it a read.

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Little Salvatore

Not Having Fun

It's been about two months since you left Mystic Falls with your brother and Klaus. The next full moon is coming up tonight and you have no idea what to do, the last time Klaus and Stefan had forgotten and you turned in a hotel room and apparently bit Stefan. Klaus had healed him. Klaus was gathering information on a man named Ray Sutton. You don't know how he knows this guy is a wolf and you probably don't want to know. You are in Florida and Klaus is trying to get information from a guy that used to work with Ray, and by getting information that means using compulsion and feeding him to Stefan when he's gotten his information. You can hear screams, you look out the car window and see Klaus walking back, he gets into the drivers seat next to me. "Where to next?" You ask looking back out the window waiting on Stefan as he's probably putting the body back together. "You sound ready for this trip to be over. You're not having fun?" Klaus responds, "No Klaus I don't think sitting and waiting in a car while you and my brother kill innocent people is fun. Not to mention right now I'm trying to think of what to do tonight because, incase you forgot mr. Original hybrid, is a full moon!" You snap angrily. Klaus frowns, "I already have that planned after we are done here we will go so you can turn and then be back on the road when you're done." You roll your eyes, thankfully Stefan came back to the car and changed his shirt which grabbed Klaus' attention. "Done already?" Klaus asks. "He didn't put up much of a fight." Stefan said, you felt queasy, you are still getting used to people dying wherever you three show up. Klaus started driving, to pass the time you decided to take a nap.

You were outside play with your brothers and Katherine, you four were running through the garden when your father yelled for you. You walked towards him, "Yes, father?" You ask politely, seeing the angry look on his face he turns around and you follow picking the hem of your dress up. "Would you care to tell me why your mother's locket is missing from her dresser?" He asked, "Missing? Mother's locket is gone?" You asked shocked. "Don't acted shocked, you have wanted it since the day she passed! I know you have it you thieving abomination!" He shouted at you, "I only wanted it because she promised it to me for my birthday! I wouldn't steal it father!" You told him desperately knowing what would happen. He grabbed your arm roughly before slapping your face harshly. "STOP LYING!" He screamed, before you could respond he threw you to the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs you fell to the floor trying to regain your breath, your dressing making it hard to do so. Your father walked over kicking you in the stomach breaking your bottom left two ribs. "S-s-stop, pl-please." You sputtered spitting out blood as you spoke.

"Y/N, wake up." You heard a voice say softly pulling you out of your dream as they shake you. You gasped awake covered in sweat. You look around and see Klaus was the one waking you and you look out the window to see Stefan checking a wooded area. You look back to see Klaus looking at you eyes wide. "I'm sorry." You say, Klaus looks at you. "Why would your own father do that?" Klaus said softly. "Do what?" You played dumb, "Your dream I didn't mean to pry but when I grabbed your arm it pulled me in." He said, you knew about vampires abilities to get in people's heads. "Well, he wasn't my real father. Elijah said his father wasn't yours. So you can probably understand when you're different and your father isn't your real father, how they get." You said quietly. He nodded, "How did people not help you?" He asked, "Well, Kat did. That was actually the day I found out what she was. She healed me and tried to protect me from that day forward. The others in town pretended they didn't know, because my father was so influential." You explained, he just nodded. Stefan then came back to the car, "Seems safe, this is where we're having you turn." Stefan explained opening your door. You got out and noticed it was getting dark, Stefan handed you a water bottle mixed with herbs. "What's in this?" You asked looking at the swirling bits in it. "It's called wolfsbane, it'll make you weaker and I can defend myself if you find me." Stefan told you. You opened the cap and took a sip. Immediately you began coughing and gagging, your body rejected the fluid as it burned your throat. "Well now I know what vervain does to you." You laughed before drinking more. Stefan chuckled while Klaus was getting out of the car. "Each time you turn will get faster. Just try to accept it while it's happening, it's going to go faster if you do." Klaus explained, as soon as he finished your leg broke out from under you. It was starting, you could feel your spine snap in 3 different ways, you screamed and tried to let your bones reshape. You heard the car drive away. You were alone again while turning. Suddenly Klaus came into your line of sight he was turning too. His seemingly much less painful than yours. Suddenly your jaw snaped and started to change. You finally felt your bones finish changing, you looked around and found that wolf again from your first shift. Klaus. This whole time the other wolf was Klaus, you walked towards him when he suddenly ran off. You started to chase after him. The forest flashing past you as time went by. Suddenly you woke up to the sun rising and feeling your body moving. You realized you were being carried, you looked and saw Klaus again. The rising sun on his skin, you could feel his bare chest against your side. You suddenly became very aware of your own lack of clothes. You screamed and rolled out of his arms and ran behind a tree. You heard him starting to laugh. "Love, I've been carrying you for fifteen minutes already. I was only carrying you back to the car so you could get dressed." He said, you covered your eyes and leaned only far enough around the tree so he could see your face. "Go get dressed and have Stefan bring my clothes. I can't believe you've seen me naked!" You almost screeched in embarrassment. You heard him laugh but kept walking. A few moments later you heard footsteps and opened your eyes to thankfully see Stefan. He handed you a stack of clothes, you grabbed them and thanked him. "So Klaus saw you naked?" He asked as you where putting on your clothes, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks you shouted back "SHUT UP!"

You were finally back in the car on your way to Tennessee. You pull into a street with a farm house with a white picket fence on a small hill. "Stefan you wait by the car until I get inside then you can cover the front door if they run. Y/N, you are going to be my girlfriend and our car ran out of gas." Klaus explained getting out. You felt your cheeks warm up at him making you his girlfriend, however you ignored the feeling. "Wait, why the hell am I involved?" You asked confused, you normally just sat in the car waiting. "You said you weren't having any fun just sitting and waiting. So now you can help." Klaus said, you and Stefan both climbed out of the car. "She doesn't need to be involved Klaus, what if she gets hurt or gets in the way." Stefan said coldly. Ouch, hurtful. "I'll worry about her you just do what you need to. Let's go little Salvatore." Klaus said while walking towards the house. You could hear a woman's voice, "Rudy! Rudy come on!" Klaus suddenly grabbed your hand and vamp sped behind the woman. She turned around and gasped. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Klaus lied in an American accent, it wasn't awful but it was funny and took everything in you to not crack a smile or laugh. "Can I help you?" She asked, "Uh, yeah, me and my girlfriend have been walking for quite a while, see our car ran out of gas a few miles back. And we were wondering if we could use your phone." He smiled feigning innocence. "Don't you two have cell phones." She asked obviously not really believing him. "Well, you see, my boyfriend here decided to start an impromptu road trip around the country with me but didn't pack my phone and forgot his charger. He's a bit forgetful. Anyways, now of course his phone is dead and mine is home. I'm really sorry about the intrusion." You tried to convince her, you heard Klaus lightly growl at you calling him forgetful but held up a dead cell phone anyways. The woman's eyes softened a little, "Ok." She sighed. Klaus stepped forward, "So you'll invite us in?" He asked hopeful. She began to shake her head, "No, I'll get the phone and bring it out here." She said, smart girl, but wrong answer. "Thought you country folk were supposed to be more trusting." Klaus said frowning, returning to his normal accent. "I'm from Florida." She said smirking, you rolled your eyes. She just doesn't realize the situation she's in. "Well that explains it." Klaus said, he grabbed her arm and forced it behind her back and got close to her ear and let his fangs drop. Hot. You mentally shook your head at the thought and tried to forget it even happened. "Now if I were you I'd invite me in." He told her threateningly, she started to softly cry but nodded. "You can come in." She whispered, he began walking her to the door. You turned to walk back to the car. "Where are you going love, the fun has just started." Klaus yelled at you. You turned back and walked to the house knowing he wouldn't let you go back and sit. You opened the door for Klaus and the woman, "I bet you a hundred bucks that dog ran off to a house with air conditioning." Another woman from inside joked. This woman turned to see Klaus and her friend. "Please don't be alarmed, I'm told Ray Sutton lives here." Klaus said calmly as if he's not about to kill them both. "He's almost never here." The second woman said starting to tremble. "Ah, but I'm sure he makes it home say about once a month. Where is he now?" Klaus taunted with a smirk. The woman started to run, bad idea. You and Klaus walked after her, she ripped the door open to see Stefan and screamed. "I love it when they run." Klaus said amused. You rolled your eyes and just then the one who ran began to tell the truth, "He's in Tulley, it's near the border. A bar called Southern Comfort off highway 41." She pleaded. "Thank you my love." Klaus said and then turned to the woman in his arm, stroking her hair, "Now, may my friend come in?" You rolled your eyes at hia theatrics. The woman sobbing nodded her head, "Yes."

Klaus looked at Stefan, "Kill this one quickly," he said shoving the one in his arms towards Stefan, "make the other suffer." Klaus finished and grabbed your arm and pulled you out the door. "Klaus you could've compelled them to forget, he doesn't have to kill them!" You responded upset as you heard the women screaming. One faded fast but the other continued and you could hear thus. "Oh of course I do love. One of them could be on vervain and call Ray up telling him to run." He told you with a smirk. Walking back to the car silently the rest of the way. Stefan soon came back. Blood still on his face you couldn't look at him or Klaus so you looked out the window of the car and tried to sleep again.

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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The Best French TV Shows on Netflix

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When acclaimed supernatural series Les Revenants/The Returned aired on Canal+ in 2012, it emerged into a fairly barren landscape for French-language scripted TV drama. The story of a remote mountain town whose dead are mysteriously revived, its stylish, cinematic look and philosophical, grown-up approach to genre television had little precedent. While the French ‘polar’ or detective series had long been a television staple, France had almost no tradition of sci-fi, horror and fantasy TV shows – or at least, none taken seriously by its understandably cinephile-and-proud cultural gatekeepers.

In the last five years, coinciding with the global growth of scripted TV drama, that’s all changed. Crime thrillers still wear the crown, but alongside them, France and Belgium are producing and exporting more continuing television dramas and miniseries than ever. From Black Mirror-ish future-set Osmosis and consciousness-swapping Transfers, to cool Parisian teen Vampires and creepy horror Marianne, scripted French-language genre television is exploding. It’s early days and the market has been testing its breadth, which explains the profusion of shows below that haven’t lasted beyond a single series. When it works though, as in excellent comedy-drama Call My Agent, it really works, in France and around the world.

Political thrillers, comedies, psychological drama, rom-com… there’s never been such scripted variety on French television, and thanks to streaming services, it’s never been so accessible around the world. Here’s a guide to what’s currently available on Netflix.

SCI-FI & FANTASY

Osmosis (2019)

In near future Paris, a dating app matches singles with their soulmates by mining their brain data, but decoding true love comes at a price.

‘If science could guarantee true love, would you say yes?’ asks this atmospheric Parisian-set sci-fi series. If your answer is ‘oui’, then this thoughtful examination of relationships, technology, fate and free may give you pause.

Eight-episode series Osmosis was created by Audrey Fouché, a writer on hit French supernatural series Les Revenants / The Returned. It’s about 12 participants in an experimental scientific study designed to match people with their perfect partner using an AI named Martin (pronounced Mart-an in French, therefore much less funny). It attracted excellent reviews on release, including many favourable comparisons to Black Mirror, though Netflix frustratingly said ‘non’ to a second season.

Into the Night (2020)

When a mysterious cosmic disaster strikes Earth, survivors on an overnight flight from Brussels race to find refuge and escape the sun’s rays.

Inspired in part by Polish sci-fi novel The Old Axolotl (what is there not to enjoy about that combination of words?) written by Jacek Dukaj, Into the Night is Netflix’s first Belgian original series. The sci-fi thriller was created by Jason George, a producer on Narcos and The Blacklist, and its first season consists of six 40-minute episodes.

It’s the story of a planeful of passengers mid-flight when an environmental catastrophe causes the sun’s rays to start destroying all organic life. If the plane can outrun the sunrise by flying through different time zones, they might survive to fight its disastrous effects. A lot of them will, in fact, because a second season was ordered by Netflix in July 2020. Don’t go looking for depth necessarily with this one, it’s a twisty action sci-fi designed for bingeing and not for the ‘but would that really happen?’ brigade.

Transfers / Transferts (2017)

After a boating accident, woodworker and family man, Florian, wakes up in the body of an officer who leads a task force against illegal body transfers.

This six-episode sci-fi imagines a world where the technology has developed to transplant human consciousness from one body to another. Due to moral objections from the Church, the process is ruled illegal but continues underground, leading to the creation of a police task force which specialises in capturing unlawful ‘Transfers’. When a carpenter dies in an accident and awakens in the body of the man leading that task force, he’s thrown into the middle of a tense conspiracy.

This pacey thriller blending crime drama and sci-fi won a couple of awards on release, including a plaudit for the performance of Belgian lead Arieh Worthalter. Its co-creator Claude Scasso is part of the team on France’s hugely successful detective show Cain. Sadly despite all that, there’s no sniff of a second season.

Mortel (2019)

Determined to find his missing brother, high school troublemaker Sofiane ropes timid classmate Victor into a pact with a mysterious figure.

A rare excursion for France into the kind of teen supernatural TV more commonly found on America’s The CW, Mortel (a pun on French slang for cool, or whatever word means ‘cool’ these days – slammin’?) is the story of two high schoolers gifted with magical abilities. Teen Sofiane seeks an ancient power to help find his missing brother, and receives it courtesy of a Voodoo god. The catch is that this new-found power may only be used in conjunction with his oddball classmate, Victor.

Sofiane and Victor are thus thrown together by their magical pact, and the six-episode show sees the pair navigate teen life and supernatural danger at the same time. It was created by Frédéric Garcia, who made his name as a teen drama writer on Skam France. There won’t be a second season, and in all honesty, that’s not an enormous shame but genre fans looking for a change of scenery should get a kick from it.

Marianne (2019)

Emma, a famous and successful French horror writer, is forced to return to her hometown after the woman who haunted her dreams fifteen years ago begins to re-appear. The work she writes is apparently a work of fiction, but how much is fact?

This eight-episode series about a successful writer who, having bled her teenage nightmares for book material, now faces its real-life return was warmly received by horror fans on its arrival in 2019. The eight-episode first season (sadly, it wasn’t renewed for a second) is packed with classic scares which, though familiar, were handled extremely well. The French setting added a new element for UK and US viewers more used to seeing such hauntings play out in English.

Created by Quoc Dang Tran and Samuel Bodin, the undeniably scary Marianne stars Call Me By Your Name’s Victoire Du Bois as hit novelist Emma Larsimon, but it’s undeniably the face of Mireille Herbstmeyer as Madame Daugeron you’ll be seeing in your own nightmares.

Vampires (2020)

A Parisian teenager who is half human, half vampire grapples with her emerging powers, and family turmoil as she is pursued by a secret vampire community.

The vampire mythos gets another go-around in this six-part coming-of-age drama about a Parisian teenager torn between two identities. Doina (Oulaya Amamra) is half-vampire, half-human. Her vamp mother has kept her on drugs to suppress her vampiric urges, but curiosity and teen rebellion lead Doina to explore her supernatural heritage.

The result is a stylish, blood-soaked, neo-noir teen show filled with sex and gore against the backdrop of the French capital. Yes, you’ve seen most of it all before, but as metaphors for adolescence go, vampirism’s one of the richest. The music-video aesthetic and developing mythology – who are The Community, the mysterious vampiric cult who want Doina to join them? What happened to her human father? – combined with the family drama make this very watchable, if not a total must-see.

Black Spot / Zone Blanche (2017)

A police chief and an eccentric new prosecutor investigate a string of grisly crimes and eerie phenomena in an isolated town at the edge of a forest.

A creepy town, a haunted forest and beaucoup de killings are the ingredients of this Belgian supernatural series. It’s the story of a local police chief in a fictional town surrounded by a vast forest filled with creepy secrets that makes the local murder stats six times the national average, attracting the attention of an out-of-town investigator.

Black Spot was created by Mathieu Missoffe, a writer on crime drama Spiral and the French portions of Netflix original Criminal. It’s extremely bingeable, and while the Twin Peaks comparisons are overstating the matter, its combination of folk horror and dark humour makes it memorable. There are currently two eight-episode seasons (the original title Zone Blanche translates more closely to Dead Zone, but we’re not the ones making the decisions around here). As yet, there’s no word on a third season, but neither has it officially been cancelled.

Twice Upon a Time / Il était une seconde fois (2019)

While still reeling from a breakup, Vincent receives a cube with extraordinary powers and seizes a change to reconnect with his ex – in the past.

This mournful sci-fi romance about a man who receives an object in the post that enables him to travel back in time to nine months earlier, when he attempts to resurrect a failed relationship with his ex (Skins and The White Queen‘s Freya Mavor) wasn’t exactly warmly received by fans of either genre. With only four half-hour episodes though, it does have brevity in its favour, as well as its own violin-laden, intense atmosphere. If you’re a fan of meditative science-fiction that poses moral questions and doesn’t provide all (or indeed some) of the answers, Twice Upon a Time could be for you. Make sure you watch it with subtitles though, because the US dubbed accents are a bridge too far.

CRIME THRILLER

The Forest / La Forêt (2017)

When a teen girl disappears from a village near the Ardennes Forest, local police and a concerned teacher begin to uncover a web of unsettling secrets.

Comparisons to Zone Blanche (see above) abound for The Forest, but this is a much more straightforward Broadchurch-style crime thriller. Set in the Ardennes in a small town where everybody knows everybody and they’re all hiding sordid secrets (you know the drill by now), it’s about the search for a missing teenage girl and years of strange disappearances and goings-on in the titular forest.

Reviews were generally good, with plenty of praise for the scenery and soundtrack, but the key thing about this one-series thriller is that the ending offers definitive answers to the many questions posed in the series. A bit clichéd, perhaps, but crime mystery fans should find plenty to enjoy in the twists and turns.

The Chalet / Le Chalet (2017)

Friends gathered at a remote chalet in the French Alps for a summer getaway are caught in a deadly trap as a dark secret from the past comes to light.

The backdrop of Chamonix in the French Alps is what makes this serviceable thriller worth a look. Its somewhat predictable ‘nasty things happen in a remote chalet’ story plays out against a stunning mountain setting, over two timelines. The six hour-long episodes are split between 2017, when a group of friends visits the titular chalet, and 1997, when a family moved there for a fresh start. Neither goes… well.

By no means a must-watch, it’s nevertheless a compact, eventful series for Francophile TV fans, from the makers of crime thriller Les Dames and popular long-running French detective series Julie Lescaut.

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The Mantis / La Mante (2017)

A serial killer, nicknamed ‘La Mante’ decides to collaborate with the police when a string of murders that copycat her style suddenly appear.

Try to ignore the fact that the main character is called Damien Carrot and this six-part crime thriller will feel all the more gruesome. It’s already very, very gruesome and merits its many comparisons to The Sinner and Luther’s heightened world of psychopathic murderers and nasty death scenes. Apparently Stephen King’s a fan.

It’s a kind of Silence of the Lambs set-up about an incarcerated serial killer helping a cop to solve a series of copycat murders in Paris, with the twist that said cop is said serial killer’s son (!). Without giving anything away, the controversial ending definitely merits a wider discussion about the responsibilities of TV drama, which you’ll find elsewhere online, so be prepared for crassness. The trailer above is French-language only.

The Frozen Dead / Glacé (2017)

A grisly find atop a mountain in the French Pyrenees leads investigator Martin Servas into a twisted dance with a serial killer in this icy thriller.

Did we say the last one was Silence of the Lambs-y? This one is very much that aussi. In The Frozen Dead, a serial killer plays a sick game with the cops investigating some gruesome murders in the French Pyrenees. There’s also some wrongdoing involving a horse that doesn’t involve it ending up in a pot-au-feu.

This suspense thriller consists of six 50-minute episodes, which makes it a choice weekend binge, from creators with credits including Spiral and French political series Spin / Les Hommes de l’Ombre.

Unit 42 / Unité 42 (2017)

A widowed cop tapped to lead a special cybercrimes unit teams up with a former hacker to hunt down tech-savvy criminals who are terrorizing Belgium

For fans of The Tunnel and The Bridge, this is a Belgian odd-couple crime thriller about Sam – a resolutely analogue detective in his 50s – and Billie – a troubled hacker in her 20s. They team up in a newly created Brussels digital policing unit to track down a network of cyber terrorists responsible for a series of killings.

If that sounds generic and familiar, it is, but the chemistry of the two leads Patrick Ridremont and Constance Gay sells the premise. This police procedural has two 10-part series so far, comprising 50-minute episodes but only the first is currently available to stream on Netflix.

The Break / La Trêve (2016)

A police detective mourning a painful loss moves back to his peaceful hometown, only to be drawn into a murder case that dredges up dark secrets.

Nicknamed the Belgian Broadchurch (we really need to find new ways to describe crime TV), this whodunit earned high praise across both seasons for its darkly comic and twisted story of dark small town secrets. Filmed in The Ardennes, the two 10-episode seasons weave together numerous family drama subplots and lay bare sick secrets about the residents of Heiderfeld, Belgium.

The premise sees a police detective moves with his teenage daughter from Brussels back to his home town, where the body of a young football player has been pulled from the river. Against a backdrop of local corruption surrounding the construction of a dam, was it suicide or murder?

DRAMA

Inhuman Resources / Dérapages (2020)

Alain Delambre, unemployed and 57, is lured by an attractive job opening. But things get ugly when he realises he’s a pawn in a cruel corporate game.

Eric Cantona (yes, him) stars in this six-episode action-packed thriller satirising corporate greed. It’s based on a 2010 novel by Pierre Lemaitre titled Cadres Noirs, which itself was inspired by a true story about a company that staged a fake hostage situation as part of a round of high-level job interviews.

It’s a slick, gritty morality drama about a down-on-his-luck man (Cantona) forced into an extreme role when he’s tasked with simulating a hostage attack for a slimy boss seeking to decimate his workforce. Reviews have been very positive, with particular praise for Cantona in the lead role.

Mythomaniac / Mytho (2019)

Burned out and taken for granted, a working mother suspects her partner is cheating, so to win back his attentions, she feigns a medical diagnosis.

Directed by Fabrice Gobert, who headed up Les Revenants / The Returned and written by Anne Berest, this domestic drama-comedy is about Elvira, a disenchanted mother of three ignored by her family, cheated on by her husband and kicked around by suburban life. When she lies about a cancer diagnosis, things start to change for the better at home, but the lie brings its own complications. It won the audience award and best actress for lead Marina Hands (Black Spot, Taboo) at Series Mania, winning praise for her delicate, compassionate performance.

This is a solid family drama with a strong lead performance. It’s already been renewed for a second season, which was, pre-Covid-19, due to arrive in France in late 2020. See the French-language trailer above.

COMEDY & ROM-COM

Family Business (2019)

After learning France is about to legalize pot, a down-on-his-luck entrepreneur and his family race to turn their butcher shop into a marijuana cafe.

Starring, among others, French legend Liliane Rovère (also seen in Call My Agent, see below), this is part stoner comedy, part dysfunctional family sitcom. It’s about a struggling son (creator Jonathan Cohen) who comes up with the bright idea to pivot his Parisian Jewish family butcher shop into a cannabis cafe, and the trouble that lands them in on both sides of the law.

It’s lightweight with a bit of edge, and if you take a shine to its larger-than-life characters fear not, it was renewed for a second season very quickly after its initial release. The new episodes are scheduled to arrive in September 2020.

The Hook-up Plan / Plan Coeur (2018)

Elsa, on the verge of turning thirty and stuck in an uninspiring job, finds herself still hung up on her ex-boyfriend two years after their breakup. Her friends, hoping to help her break out of her rut and find some confidence, decide to hire a male escort to take her on a few dates.

This rom-com is the second French-language Netflix original after Gerard Depardieu-starring Marseille, and given the choice between the two, this is the one to watch. Three friends, Elsa, Emilie and Charlotte navigate relationships and imminent motherhood in contemporary Paris over two series.

It’s a light, pacey modern dating comedy filled with bright shots of Paris and city life. The English-targeted trailer riffed on its similarity to Love Actually, if you want to use that as a barometer for whether you’d enjoy it. (Though if it’s French comedy-drama you’re after though, run, don’t walk to Call My Agent, see below).

A Very Secret Service / Au Service de la France (2015)

1960: the French intelligence service hires the 23-year-old Andre Merlaux. Handsome, well-raised, intelligent but impressionable, Merlaux has much to learn to serve and defend the interests of France.

This light-weight Archer-ish satire goes back to the 1960s to a time when France’s position in the world stage was changing due to ongoing bloody colonial battles for independence, and French society was changing thanks to the rise of feminism and the civil rights movement. Set in a French intelligence training service, it follows a hapless new recruit’s attempts to follow orders and do his compatriots proud. There are two 12-episode seasons of this comedy drama, which was received warmly back in 2015 and pokes fun at the old ways and the new through the eyes of a fish out of water.

Call My Agent / Dix Pour Cent (2015)

At a top Paris talent firm, agents scramble to keep their star clients happy – and their business afloat – after an unexpected crisis.

Unless you are in fact watching it (in which case, carry on), this is surely The Best French TV Series You’re Not Watching. Set in a Parisian talent agency struggling to survive after the loss of its patron, it’s a workplace comedy-drama with heart and satirical bite. The forthcoming season four will sadly be its last, but at least it’s going to end on its own terms.

Dix Pour Cent (10 Per Cent in English, in reference to the agent’s cut of a star’s pay packet) is a funny, fast, whip-smart satire of, and love letter to the French film industry, filled with characters to love. Created by Fanny Herrero, it has a terrific comedy ensemble cast (including Camille Cottin, who played Fleabag in the French-language remake) but the real joy for fans of French cinema are the guest stars. So many legends pop up, from Juliette Binoche to Monica Bellucci, Jean Dujardin, Isabelle Huppert and Beatrice Dalle… all playing exaggerated versions of themselves. N’hesitez plus, vas-y!

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finding-the-daylight · 4 years ago

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It’s been a long, stressful week. So, I’m going to drunk-watch Twilight (this is part 1, I’ll do a part 2 later). So far, I have drunk watched and reviewed Eclipse, Breaking Dawn Part 1, and Breaking Dawn Part 2. I will probably drunk-watch and review New Moon some time in the near future. My sober review of Twilight is that it is the best of all the movies (But New Moon though, I know, it’s a very close second for me). I love that it was meant to be like a cool, niche indie film and Catherine Hardwicke is the best. The baseball scene. The meadow scene. The bio scene. Iconic. Anyway, my drunken thoughts are below the cut as per usual:

- So I know it’s like .0 seconds into this ish, but I just realized when Bella’s tlakign about dying in the place of someone she loves @ the beginning, we see the deer and then in BD2, when the mountain lion tries to kill the deer, Bella kills the mountain lion. Feels like symbolism idk.

- Phil really is like 25 years old lmao. Does it ever say how old he is? He looks young af.

- Forks seems super depressing. Like the scenery is cool, but like there’s no one there? Only 3,000 people? Boring af.

- everything is so green and blue and aesthetically pleasing, thank you catherine

- i just realized the picture above the shelf with cds is also of a deer. the deer is important.

- the friendship between charlie and billy is all i want in life

- the truck literally brought a smile to my face. and the whsikey.

- the high shcool looks more like a fancy ass mansion and idk why no one else has ever called out this fake shit

- eric is so precious an we deserved more of hom

- bella playing volleybal is me lamo i’m so uncoordinated at throwing shit liek that hahaha

- i just keep thinking about how anna kendrick forgot she was in this movie. if i played a character as written in canon by smeyer, i’d probably choose to forget it too.

- mike is so fcking creepy lmao he could’ve been written better but smey r said no

- if people don’t look @ me and my mans on my wedding day the wya they look @ rosalie and emmett int he cafeteria scenr then imma fuking fight

- do not disrecpt carlisle like that hoe he is a flawless mna and deserve your full respecgt

- what the fuck i hate this scnee now that ik now abotu banner fck smyer’s nast y ass

- also lmao @ rob’s face he was foin to fuckng mucj

- wy the fuc did bella wear a bowling shirt over al ong gray shirt?

- my arms feel heavy af right now lmaooooo

- the lady they had play renene lowkey looks like krisen they did a good job casting them

- oooooh hell yeah eyes on fire time bitch

- emmett is my fave pullign up on top the jeep and hopping out like it’s nothing

- this scene is actually pwowrful because bella’s wathcin g the cullens but her human friends try to get her attention so it’s liek she’s being torn between the two worlds. cahterine’s mind

- i duckinf love the aesthetic and scnery of this movie

- mike really said how you likin da rain girlllllll lmao

- when edward apologizes though lowkey that shit’ cute and i would’ve fotgiven him too

- this bitch lied. tlaking about i don’t like any cold thing. homie. you a damn lie.

- “i’m just trying to figure you out” mhy ex said th same damn thing lmaoooo bitch i ain’t about to let you figre me out unless yo uput a ring on it-

- whne i say edward stopping the van was ome iconic shit i mena inconng

- awww hell ya the hot doc is almost here

the moment i’ve ukjng been waiting on

- i love carlisle i’m so fucking thirsty for this bitch even though i just downed som mufng whiskey

- literally carlisle could get it period.

- rosalie is 1000% a daddy’s girl like anytime someone gives her shit she runs to carlisle and he’s got her back. he only supported edward and bella becaus esme did and she’s a hopeless romatic and carlisle loves that about her. but if it wans;t for esme, edward would’ve gotten his as sent lmao.

- if you see acreepy dude int eh corne of your room what ar you gonna do?

- agaain with the shot of bella being town between the humans vand vamps chathetiner’s mind

- tbh i eel like i know what should’v happened in canon better than smeyr at this poijtn and it’s not canpn that the cullens would’ve gone on a field trip. they just wouldn’t have like it’s extra risk and it’s unnecsary.

- edwar’ds fae when jessica rna upt talking about mike lmaoooooooo

- not gonan lie i love thsit shirt bella’s wearing when they’ra tlaking about la push kind of wanti kt

- the dumbas s salsd

- i want an edward fanvid to bad guy by bullie easihr lish

- love thatb ella encouageed angela to ask etic to prom. a feminsit quenenne

- why di d theyr rcarst the original embry and quil?

- when taylor said old scar tsotry the midwest accent popped thef ick out

- i love jow bellas all serious baout this shit and jake doesnt give af he’s like bitch it aint real lmaoooo

- i stan laurent and i’m so angry about what smeer did to him

why do people just layo out in the sun like this lmaoooo

- awww i’m so happy fro angela i love her

- bella was ahrdore fucking femimnist and it should’ee been more cental to the plot fmeinist bella never would’ve tolerated half the shit she tolerated from jale and edwar.snmeyr has no consitnency

- why tf would opu statt wlaking down a dark alley @ night

- edward saves the day from thos ecuckgjn scumbags

- i just relaized they/re usposed to be in wahsingtob but they have fucmngn oregon plates on the car lmaooooo

- but if a dude whopeped his car lioke that idc what kinda car he drove even a volvo that shti sexy aaf

- he looks so fcking angry lmaooooo @ jess and angela

- yhis scene is cute but it also looks like this is where rob regretted his decision t op lay an emo edodei boi

- the older ig et the creeperi it gets to me that edward followed her like yeah it worked and he ended up resuing her but like still creep yas fuk

- carlisle in that coat at the staitons does a lot for me

- if i was chalrie iw ould’ve given her a hwoel ass taser

- someone tell me why bella tbought the book if she was just goign to golg.e it all

- edward weares the same thign evry damn day lmaooooo

- why werent the yf facgtin eah other when bella was tlaking this shit is too mcuh

- i wouldn’t be afriad eitgher @ carlise

- it would be fun to run tlike that thou lnao m

- the spakrling skin thuing is funny af while durnki thogjh

- eddie bou is so damn emo and overramatic liek bitch yo uuahgt feelings too chill thf out

- efawrd remind sme s omcuhg of chuck in gossip girl has anyone else thoguth this

- bella striahgtu p toldthis dumbass she was aafrianf onky of losing him and he left her in the next one

- the meadowa as fucking iconing as everrrrrrr

- i;m not gonna make it through this hwole movie i’m tired watch out for part 2

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thislassishooked · 5 years ago

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Wake Me Up Inside (1/?)

Wow, the day has come. Thank you so much to @resident-of-storybrooke for her awesome beta skills and for being the cheerleader I never knew I needed. Thanks to @tennant-the-tigger for not one, but two amazing artworks. She really nailed it with those. And last, but not least thanks to the mods of @cssns for letting me include this fic.

Some of you have already read chapters 1 & 2 since this wasn’t originally a cssns fic so I’ll post chapter 2 very soon or you can cheat and use the AO3 link below ;)

Summary: Killian Jones has lived longer than any man has a right to live. Most would argue that what he was doing was not living, but merely existing. The day he lost his love was the day he lost the will to live, but instead of ending his life he inadvertently became the strongest being on earth and unfortunately indestructible. His mortal enemy followed him into immortality and craves the power only Killian possesses. With his brother by his side and the help of a quirky blonde hematologist, who makes him question whether he is ready for death after all, he will fight against evil, but more importantly, for the cure.

Rated: M for violence, language and sexual content.

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Chapter 1

He kept his eyes glued to the sliding glass doors, scrutinizing every face that exited the biomedical research facility for the evening. He had a panoramic view of everything that went on around him from the tall oak tree he sat atop, but dusk was approaching and Barnett’s gang of misfit wannabe kidnappers would be appearing shortly and he was in no mood to establish dominance with one of his idiot underlings.

The traffic that had been flowing through the sliding doors had ceased, but two lights in the building were still lit, signaling his target was still in the building. He had been asked to keep watch over her nearly two months ago and she had been making it quite easy for him by keeping herself shut in until the wee hours of the morning. He settled himself in for another calm night, tagging every set of glowing eyes that were fixed on the building. Emma Swan was an enigma. She kept to herself as far as he could gather and staved off any advances from interested men. And there were plenty of interested men. Ms. Swan had grown into a remarkably attractive young woman. The last time he had set eyes on her she had been a gangly spitfire, barely a teenager. The woman she had grown into had glorious emerald eyes that were surrounded by illustrious golden locks, usually pulled back out of necessity. Her thick, too-long bangs that now framed her face always pulled his attention to her dark, long lashes that fluttered every time a colleague approached her. He determined, through his surveillance, that she did not like her research interrupted. She was, however, composed and considerate when forced to interact, and her associates were always met with a genuine smile.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a snap of branches. With his fangs bared, his eyes darted in all directions. His defenses diminished slightly when he heard a familiar, slightly demonic, female giggle.

“Evening Zelena,” he sighed, keeping his eyes locked on the two lit up windows. “Isn’t it a little early for breakfast?”

A pale, frizzy red haired vamp dropped from the branch above him and continued to giggle, as if tickled by an unseen force.

“Silly Killy,” she spoke, inching her mouth closer to his ear. “I’m always hungry.”

He flinched at her revelation, but stayed vigilant, painfully aware that he was not the only vampire keeping a watchful eye on Ms. Swan. Until tonight, the others had been minions, useless in a fight with an older, stronger vampire, such as himself. The appearance of Zelena had him worried. She was half his age, but her psychotic temperament made her a force to be reckoned with. She was a fiercely protective follower of Jonathan Barnett, which put him on high alert.

“Tell me love,” he lamented with a lulling British accent, “when did you develop a taste for intellectuals?”

She giggled again, and then suddenly graced a mock frown.

“What are you insinuating?”

He studied her for a moment, but let the conversation die. She seemed to notice his hesitation and her mood quickly turned giddy again.

“Poor Killian, you seem so lost.” She locked eyes with his and he could see burning desire pulsing in her black, soulless gaze. “You could accompany me home right now. I’d give you everything and Jonathan would welcome you back to the family.”

“So that his minions can rip that poor girl’s throat out in my absence?” he scoffed. “I’m not going anywhere my dear, especially with a demon such as yourself.”

Her disposition suddenly turned fowl.

“You know that Jonathan can’t be stopped. You’ll fail once again and the family Rogers will finally be wiped out for good.” She giggled sardonically. “Let me guess, mummy and daddy have been keeping secrets from you, haven’t they? Keep a weathered eye on your pretty little bookworm, pirate.”

He stiffened at her insinuation. He had noticed he was no longer alone in his nightly stalking a few weeks ago. They had noticed him too and wisely kept their distance.

“When you decide you’re bored with babysitting,” she paused, lowering her lips just inches from his ear, “you know where to find me.” With that, Zelena jumped from the tree and disappeared into the night.

Killian decided that at dawn he would confront his parents. He needed to know why, after all this time, James Roger’s granddaughter was being hunted again.

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The glowing red numbers on her clock kept reminding her that it was time to go. Her eyes were heavy and her brain had turned to mush, but night was when she did her best work and lately walking in the dark alone had become unnerving. She had never been afraid of the dark, always found comfort in its simplicity. In recent weeks, however, she started to feel like she was being watched. The rational part of her brain told her that there was no reason for anyone, or anything, to stalk her. Nevertheless, every time she stepped foot out of the lab at night, the hair on the back of her neck stood at attention.

She could see a hint of pink outside her office window, signaling that dawn had arrived. She’d still be able to catch a few hours of sleep and a shower before she had to be back. She had finally refined her drug formula to the point that she was ready to present her findings to her superior today. She took one last look around the room, flicked off the light and locked her office before heading out into the chilly September morning air.

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Killian threw open the large double doors to his parent’s quarters, making his presence clear to the shocked, middle-aged couple. He made sure to close the doors behind him to secure their privacy. The couple exchanged knowing expressions and his father sighed in defeat.

Killian recognized the worry on their faces. “I take it you know why I’m here?”

His father simply nodded. “Tell me everything.”

His father stood from his place at the large dinner table and made his way to his defiant son. Killian’s piercing stare revealed that he would not be discouraged from his current path of truth seeking. The pair had been throwing excuses at Killian for far longer than either of them thought possible. He had been exceedingly patient with them, but they knew it wouldn’t last and the time for revelation had arrived.

Killian stood his ground, unsure if his demands would be met. His mother and father had never kept secrets from him before. His eyes darted between the pair of vampires that had called him son for over 200 years. He felt a tinge of regret for his abrupt intrusion, but resolved to get some answers.

“Son…” his father began. “You’re right to be angry.”

“I’m not angry,” Killian interrupted, “not yet.” He popped the “t” of both words for extra emphasis.

Something akin to a relieved sigh escaped his mother’s lips. Although vampires do not need to breathe, they are always practicing so as not to arouse suspicions from the living. After so many years, it becomes a natural habit again.

“Right.” His father hesitated, undoubtedly searching for the right words to begin his confession. “We have been keeping much from you and for that we apologize.”

Killian’s brows furrowed in confusion. His flustered blue eyes softened a bit at his father’s words. He had not expected his stubborn parents to relent so early in what should have been an argument. He ran his hand through his dark, tousled hair in a bid to regain his composure. “Right then, let’s hear it.” He gestured with his hand for his father to continue.

After a couple false starts, the older vampire cleared his throat and handed Killian a file that he had fished out of a locked desk drawer from his office. It contained surveillance photos as well as a short bio on the young woman he had been observing.

“As you know, Emma’s parents died when she was 13 and she was sent to live with her grandparents after the accident.” Killian winced, knowing full well that what had happened was no accident.

“Aye, and Barnett was convinced that she had died as well. James kept her identity a secret long enough to satisfy Barnett’s assumption and he disappeared from our lives. That was 15 years ago, how did he find her?”

“She’s pursuing a doctorate in hematology and came to Cambridge last year with grant money to complete her research on a new drug she’s developing.”

Killian studied the information he had just been given. “You believe her arrival in Cambridge was enough to garner Barnett’s attention?” he asked, still gazing at the images.

The hesitation in his father’s voice was clear. “No, it’s more than that. The drug, if formulated successfully, would be the first known cure for Porphyria.”

Killian’s eyes shot up at the mention of the devastating disease. His mind was racing. Could his father possibly believe that this woman could cure vampirism? He scrutinized the last photo in his hand, as if looking for some sign of deception. She was smiling in the picture, warmly receiving praise from a colleague. He considered the date the photo was taken. A year ago on September 30th. Ms. Swan had just begun her research that would consume her every waking moment. In just under a year, she had transformed into a shell of her former bright, confident self. The work had obviously taken a toll on her. The woman in the photo did not have bags under her eyes, and her hair was styled. She was dressed to impress, unlike the baggy scrubs that she sported since he saw her that first night. The most shocking difference was the lack of light in her eyes. In her photo, she was goal-oriented, determined. What he had seen this morning as she hesitantly exited the laboratory at the first signs of daylight was a nearly defeated, exhausted ghost of her former self.

“What does Barnett want with her?”

His father wandered to a large window on the opposite side of the room and slowly drew the curtains, as daylight was creeping in.

“He doesn’t want her to succeed.” he stated flatly.

Killian huffed in frustration.

“He has never hesitated before.” Killian furrowed his prominent brows. “Why is he waiting? If he means to stop her from following through, would it not be advantageous to kill her now?”

“This, we do not know. We have known of her overzealous ambitions since the day she was hired. Our informant at the biomedical labs has kept us updated on her progress, but we never imagined that she would get this far. She has proven herself quite competent, and in doing so, has caught the attention of a very dangerous foe.”

Just then, the double doors swung open and another vampire sauntered in with a mock scowl on his face. “Little brother,” he stated with his brows furrowed and arms folded, “it’s been far too long.”

Killian feigned annoyance and turned to his brother. “Always a pleasure to see you as well, Liam. And it’s younger brother.” The two men stared stoned faced until Liam finally ended the contest and pulled Killian in for a tight hug.

“Hello Liam,” Killian’s mother said with a smile. “Are Mary and Will with you this morning?”

Liam made his way to the soft-spoken older woman and gave her a much lighter, yet just as sincere hug. “Just me today Judith. I was hoping to catch my younger brother” he eyed Killian pointedly, “before he disappeared to his cave.”

“I don’t live in a cave,” Killian muttered.

Killian was genuinely happy to see his big brother. Unlike Martin and Judith, his adoptive parents, Liam was in fact his blood brother. The two were a strong contrast to one another. Liam was taller with broad shoulders. His hair was a soft yet thick blond mess of curls that sat upon a clean-shaven face. The brothers Jones did share one feature that always gave their kinship away, their brilliant blue eyes. Killian’s eyes were cerulean blue, bright and vibrant with a hint of hazel encircling the iris. They resembled the open ocean that he loved so much. The mess of dark brown hair that always looked slightly windblown as well as the kohl he continued to line his eyes with complemented his intense, glimmering gaze.

Liam seemed to detect that he had interrupted a rather serious discussion. “I’m sorry, should I come back?”

Martin waved away his trepidation. “This concerns you as well Liam. You have a family to protect.” Liam’s features dropped at the insinuation that his wife and child could be in danger. Martin repeated to Liam what he had divulged to Killian only moments ago. He turned to Killian, exhaustion clearly written across the older vampire’s features. “Killian, because of your rather unique talent, you are the only one who can get close to Miss Swan.” A flash of sympathy shown in Martin’s eyes and Killian knew exactly what talent his father was referring to. He was, to date, the only vampire to have developed immunity to the sun. Procuring the unexpected ability had been a long and painful process that he preferred to forget.

Nodding, Killian ran his hand through his hair once again, a nervous habit that he had been unable to break for over 300 years. “What would you like me to do?”

“Judith and I will contact our informant at Cambridge, we would like you to get to know the reclusive Miss Swan. Form a friendship with her and earn her trust. We may need it later.”

Killian gaped at his father, but sighed in defeat. Liam was not so silently snickering at the idea of Killian being social.

Martin huffed in annoyance and Liam immediately straightened his face. Killian smiled triumphantly at the admonishment of his brother.

As Killian and Liam were shuffling out of his parent’s chamber, Martin placed a hand on Killian’s shoulder. “Just keep in mind, my boy, that James never revealed any of this to Emma. As far as she in concerned vampires are supernatural beings in movies. Proceed with caution and don’t let her out of your sight.” Killian assured his parents that nothing would happen to the young woman while she was in his charge.

Killian smirked as he exited the extravagant home, dressed in a blue plaid button-up flannel shirt and dark jeans that his brother insisted would help him fit in with the modern streets of Cambridge. He shrugged on a leather biker jacket, a much shorter version of the long, heavy duster he was used to and swung his leg over the sleek motorcycle he rarely drove and took off toward town.

Failure was not an option when it came to this particular mission. If any harm came to Emma Swan he would be guilty of breaking an oath that he had made centuries ago.

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smallgayblanket · 5 years ago

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for: (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

-Anti, Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.) And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson, I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body. Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil, I hardly get to write him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff.

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth, Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes.

- Jackie Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others.

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write.

- Robbie. Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy.

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write.

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google.

-Edward iplier, Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf. He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos.

-Angus I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges.

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.)

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy- Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin. Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too.

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi. (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair. Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him.

-Lumi Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time.

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones.

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions..

- Alex A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as bubbly and energetic.

-Locus Mer/Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home.

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke - Green and blue + Siro - Yellow n pink. + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and purple ) They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo A tiny ink creature. A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho.

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards.

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian Géarán (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop.

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly.

Apocolypse Squad Part 2 Small lads who dont derese to be in danger:

-Apep, Naga boi Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old.

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? .. Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures. Ends up mutating tails. 6 v young n smol blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty. Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across.

Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd- gets a pet gecko. 16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers.

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19 likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco, Lady bug lad, who is baby trans mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically. Can predict weather v accurately. Ballet/dance, 14 Likes cooking.

Hotaru , Firefly bby - Glowy bub with antenna, possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno A Siren of sorts. DC/ hip hopper/ Lost his arm in apoc. He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi. He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy.

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral. Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking.

Rhys A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri. Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic.

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable.

Vato - V Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant.

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times.

Donovan Amores Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type.

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it.

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit.

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses, Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self.

Experiment AU:

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD. Hard to get to know at first.

Matty (Matthew Libelle) An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him.

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil (Means Genius/Orange blossom) Orange bub - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members. V corrupted… (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey)

-Jey Michael Cherubim Fallen angel - Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy.

-Jaden Hirav Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done. Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it.

P - Pax - God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato. Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan? Sadist. Mean. Tall. Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul..

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe. Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient. Doesn't talk often out of fear.

Benjamin Brandy (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab. He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother?

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv.

Chase - He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers.

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment. Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back.

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect.

Vail. -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms??

Horned AU (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro -Prince lad (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince

Isao Asuka - Shiros Royal Guard

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically.

Angel AU stuff:

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously.

Mute angel possibly demon idk- - Latif? Emmet? Evan?

Long fringe shy boy- Cael / Lox

#list #ocs #egos #ideas #hcs #blu rambles #blus list #its fuckigng 2 am #im sorry if this makes no sense #but here are a fuck ton of lads #and a fuck ton of aus and ideas #if anyone ever wants to ask XP

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Dracula: The Originals (Fanfic)

Chapter One: Resting Place

Warnings: I do not own the original content to “The Originals”, “The Vampire Diaries” or “Legacies” or any of the characters from the television shows.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Transylvania, 5th June 1473

The Original family of vampires: Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah and Kol had found themselves fleeing from a small village in Transylvania after their ruthless father Mikael had once again tracked them down.

After narrowly escaping with their lives in town the four Mikaelson siblings had found themselves wandering through seemingly endless woods until days later finding a castle on a hill.

The four of them vamp sped to the top of the mountain until they were on the grounds of Bran Castle standing just outside as they examined the castle desperate for some shelter and ravenous for whoever lived inside’s blood.

Klaus found it strange how his vamp hearing couldn’t pick up a single sound coming from within the castle, Rebekah noticed that the castle had clearly fallen savage to a recent war, Elijah wondered where all the staff of this castle were assuming the place was abandoned and Kol wasted no time or caution before vamp speeding his way into the castle only to be stopped by a man appearing from out of nowhere or so it seemed.

The impressively tall man dressed all in black wearing a black top hat and a black scarf to hide his face just stood in front of Kol unwavering while Kol showed his vamp face in a bid to scare the man who just stood there looking at the original vampire with a dead glare in his eyes.

“We’re not here to create any chaos for you or the master which resides within this castle we are merely looking for a place of rest following days of endless travelling.” Elijah said to the mysterious stranger while walking to stand by Kol’s side.

“I on the other hand also wouldn’t say no to some hot water and a warm bed whether you want my brothers to sleep outside like the animals they are is up to you and your master I honestly don’t mind.” Rebekah replied as she walked over to stand next to Elijah and Kol.

“Let me make myself very clear you are going to let us in, or I will personally see to the demise of you and everyone you know.” Klaus warned the unwavering man as her marched over to be beside his siblings.

The Mikaelson’s were quickly shocked to hear the loud screams of a woman in a typical horrific fashion while the unwavering man stood still in front of him acting as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

“My master will see you now.” The unwavering man finally uttered.

The door closed behind the four Mikaelson’s siblings upon walking into Bran Castle only for the four of them to turn around out of surprise by the large door shutting only to no longer see any sight of the unwavering man who was holding the door for them just minutes ago.

“This better not be another bloody haunted castle,” Rebekah moaned as they continued walking through the castle. “Spirits can be so inconsiderate of one’s need to get some much-needed sleep.”

“Please don’t tell me that my sister the immortal being is afraid of a spirit or two.” Klaus mocked her as the four of them walked through the foyer of the castle.

“More like I don’t want anything waking me from my slumber anytime sooner than needed after days of running from our father once again.” Rebekah snapped back at her brother.

“On the contrary there are no spirits lurking around my castle,” Said the man sitting at the dining table holding a chalet of wine in a Hungarian accent as the Mikaelson siblings walked into the castle’s dining area. “Spirits have a tendency of avoiding my humble home although I see you four have no such tendencies.”

“You must be the master of this incredible castle.” Elijah greeted him as the Hungarian accented man rose from his chair showing himself to have long jet-black hair dressed all in black with a robe around his shoulders. “We were hoping for you to spare some rooms for us while we rest from our travels.”

“Clearly none of you are from around here,” The man replied while walking towards the siblings. “If you were you would never have come here, I am considered somewhat as a troublesome character among the locals.”

“The same would be said by the locals of my homeland if I didn’t kill them all.” Klaus said with a sinister sense of pride causing the mysterious stranger to reply in response.

“You’re a lively one considering you’re not quite amongst the living.” The stranger said to Klaus. “You’re not quite spirits either you must be the undead.”

“We’re the original undead.” Kol boasted.

“Yes, you are,” The stranger responded with a smile. “And I am Count Dracula it truly is a pleasure to be in the company of the original family of the undead.”

“Does that mean a yes to bedding us all for the night or do we have to murder you before getting some sleep?” Rebekah asked eagerly.

“Well I don’t quite know about bedding you all,” Dracula replied with a smirk. “However, I will provide rooms for you all to rest I just ask one favour in return.”

“Yeah we’re not exactly in the favour granting business whether you’re a Count or not.” Klaus snapped at him.

“Klaus!” Elijah snapped at his younger brother. “There is no need for our stay here to be unpleasant.”

“And what do tell is the favour?” Kol asked the count.

“If you chose to feed from my brides make sure to leave them unmarked so to speak.” Dracula requested.

Rebekah walked into a fancy Gothic bedroom within Bran Castle that felt like it had picked her instead of her choosing it only for her to notice the bed in which she quickly vamp sped over to and threw herself down on.

“I don’t care how haunted this bloody castle might be the bed is simply divine.” She uttered to herself.

“Don’t get too comfortable Rebekah I have a feeling there’s something shifty about this Count Dracula.” Klaus uttered after vamp speeding into his sister’s room. “Besides what kind of name is Dracula?”

“Brother, I don’t bloody care about your growing paranoia I deserve this sleep and you will not ruin it for me.” Rebekah demanded. “Besides Niklaus it’s not like any of us can be killed if he does intend anything sinister with us.”

“Did you hear when he said brides? How many brides must he have? And to offer them up as food so easily something is really strange about this place.” Klaus continued to say.

“Niklaus my eyes are closing I am away to sleep,” Rebekah stated before closing her eyes “Please take your conspiracies with you to another room and I’m sure if any sister Count disturbs me from my sleep I’ll have no trouble ripping his bloody head off now go before I chose for you to meet that fate instead.”

“Very well Rebekah.” Klaus said with a sigh before vamp speeding out of her room.

Klaus vamp sped from out of Rebekah’s bedroom and into the never-ending hallways of Bran Castle only to be stopped in his tracks by Dracula who had seemed to be waiting for him.

“That’s an intriguing little trick you can do almost like magic although magic itself is more than tricks.” Dracula said to him as he placed his hand on the wall of the corridor. “It is said that these very walls are filled with magic.”

“I’m growing very tired of your mystique.” Klaus said before grabbing Dracula by the throat. “I think it’s time for me to quench my first.”

Dracula placed his hand on the hand Klaus was choking him with as his hand went red and he began magically siphoning from the original vampire causing Klaus to fall to his knees in the process.

“I suppose these walls aren’t the only thing filled with magic.” Dracula said with a sinister laugh before disappearing from thin air.

“Bloody witches.” Klaus shouted. “I’m going to kill him!”

“Oh, Niklaus what have you done now?” Elijah asked as he vamp sped his way into the corridors instantly assuming his brother was up to no good.

“I cannot believe you’ve already upset our host I suppose one night free of your constant paranoia is just too much to ask for.” Rebekah snapped at Klaus while herself, Klaus and Elijah walked down the never-ending corridors with the only light now coming from the candle in which Elijah was holding.

“I was merely going for a little bite when the witch came for me.” Klaus replied. “I did say we should’ve just killed whoever resided in this castle and then by now we would all be sleeping blissfully.”

“Enough of your bickering we need to find Kol and inform him that Niklaus has turned our safe haven into another war-zone.” Elijah said to them both as they continued to walk through the corridors of the dark castle.

“I do not care for the implementation in which this fiasco is in any way of my own doing.” Klaus stated. “It is my siblings who seemed to be willing to seek refuge anywhere without analyzing the potential threat and I can’t be blamed for that idiocy.”

“Oh, bloody hell Niklaus we all knew this Count Dracula was a loathsome character some of us just didn’t care I mean after all I am forced to endure you for an eternity on the run from our wretched father.” Rebekah moaned. “We will simply murder Dracula, feast on his brides and then I can finally get some rest before we return to the running.”

“I find myself agreeing with Rebekah,” Elijah admitted. “Which must mean I too am in serious need for a resting place.”

“These bloody hallways seem to go on forever,” Klaus snapped. “We’re never going to find Kol at this rate.”

“The lucky sod has probably found some slumber.” Rebekah retorted.

Kol Mikaelson found himself awaking from his slumber to find three beautiful women: one blonde, one brunette and one redhead all in white nightgowns at the end of the bed crawling their way upwards while kissing his body causing him to groan in pleasure.

“I’m guessing you beautiful women must be the gushing brides.” Kol said as the three women began kissing his neck causing him to groan louder. “I must remember to thank Dracula for such warm hospitality.”

The three women ripped his top open with their hands revealing Kol’s impressive and chiselled chest before their hands turned read and they began siphoning the very magic inside of him causing Kol’s groans to turn from anything but pleasure.

“I like it as rough as the next bedfellow, but this is becoming a little too painful even for me.” Kol gushed before the blonde hair beauty said something in Croatian and magically snapped the original vampire’s neck causing him to lay there lifeless on the bed.

“Did you have to do that so soon I was just beginning to enjoy myself?” The brunette beauty asked the blonde bride.

“We’re here to gather his blood not his juices.” The blonde bride bluntly replied.

“Girls let’s not get ourselves undone over yet another man,” The redheaded bride moaned while rolling her eyes. “Let us just do what we came here for and then return to our cunning groom.”

Elijah found himself continuing to walk through the dark and dusty castle for what seemed like forever only to realize after quite some time had passed that neither Rebekah or Klaus had bickered towards each other in quite some time forcing him to look around with only the candle he was holding keeping him from utter darkness only to realize none of his siblings were anywhere to be seen.

He then decided to vamp speed through the corridors only to find himself further and further down the never-ending hallway before finally stopping at a red door which instantly had him nervous by the mere sight of it.

Elijah stood there examining the red door as he pushed his trembling hand towards it’s handle before he saw a flash of his lost love Tatia’s face before hearing loud screams coming from the corridor instantly forcing him to look away from the door only for the door to be replaced with more wall when he looked back.

In that moment he realized Klaus was right about Count Dracula being a witch, but it was the castle itself that seemed to hold some truly remarkable magic.

Klaus had found himself walking down the stairs leading towards the dining area of Bran Castle where he had previously been earlier that night only to find Dracula sat there once again drinking from a chalet.

“I’ve heard many stories about the undead from the many visitors to my castle, but I must admit you more than live up to the stories.” Dracula said as Klaus vamp sped his way downstairs to be standing in front of Dracula. “It’s a shame you are so determined on making me an enemy Niklaus because I do believe you and I could be considered kindred spirits.”

“You really are a mad man, aren’t you?” Klaus laughed as Dracula stood up to face him.

“Aren’t you?” Dracula replied with a smile. “Like you I was shunned by the very witches that created me purely because they saw my existence as an abomination to nature. You see I don’t harness any magic of my own instead I have to siphon it from objects and others when I get the chance.”

“If you think I’m going to grant you life because of some sad origin story then you clearly weren’t listening to the stories very well.” Klaus snapped.

“Oh, quite the contrary I am an expert listener.” Dracula admitted. “You too are a creature of darkness, shrouded in death and despair forced to face the monster within just to survive the brewing storms that come your way. I have longed to meet someone else who could truly understand me, and I believe you have too.”

Before Klaus could respond to Dracula’s words Dracula had gently kissed him on the lips before pulling back waiting for Klaus’ consent to continue and after seconds of waiting Klaus smiled back at the siphoner witch before pulling Dracula in towards him as the pair began passionately kissing and tearing each other’s clothes.

Rebekah found herself furthering her way down a narrow staircase located somewhere within Bran Castle uncertain of how or when she got there but beginning to hear louder and louder whispers saying kill me and help me as she continued walking down the stairs until eventually she found herself in a dungeon of sorts underneath Dracula’s castle only to be left horrified by what she discovered.

Women and men who had clearly been starved were chained up to the walls with the horrifying smell of death and decaying lingering throughout the room as Rebekah realized these people were the ones whispering for her help.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” She asked as she wandered through the dungeon noticing the prisoners who were still among the living wouldn’t be for much longer. “There’s no marks, wounds or bruises how any of this is even possible?”

“Please end our misery!” One pleaded as Rebekah realized that death was the only gift, she could deliver to them, the only thing that would spare them from the pain they were continuing to endure at the hands of Count Dracula.

Elijah eventually made it out of the endless corridors dazed and confused as night had turned into day and made his way down the staircase leading to the dining area of Bran Castle only to find a half dressed Klaus asleep on the dining table quickly waking up to the sound of Elijah vamp speeding his way downstairs and into the dining room.

“What happened here?” Elijah asked as Klaus took himself off the table and looked around the castle dazed and confused

Before Klaus could even fathom a sentence together, he was thankfully interrupted by both Rebekah and Kol vamp speeding their way into the dining area and the attention quickly turning to Kol’s ripped shirt to which he had no desire of revealing how that came to be.

Having had dealt enough with strange encounters of the Transylvanian kind made vamp sped to the front door only to find themselves burned by the sunlight as the four of them sped back into different parts of the shadow filled castle.

“I don’t get it why would witches want our daylight rings.” Rebekah wondered while nursing her burns. “How did they even get them from us?”

“Because they’re not witches anymore.” Klaus responded with a wicked smile as he finally realized what Dracula was up to by inviting his family to stay the night.

The Mikaelson’s didn’t quite understood why witches would want to be vampires back then not realizing siphoners could be both and little did any of them realize that the myth turned to legend of Dracula’s origins were vital to their stay at Bran Castle.

This was only the beginning for the Mikaelson siblings and the infamous Count Dracula for he and his bewitching brides were destined to cross paths with the original vampires again.

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fandomosity · 6 years ago

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The Other Girl in Town

Part 2

Loosely based on Season 3 Episode 8 “The Other Girl in New Orleans” in which Aurora, Rebekah’s first sire and Niklaus’s first love, takes Klaus’s favorite person in attempt to eliminate the competition for Klaus’s love.

Summary: Aurora arrives into your town after hearing Klaus has fallen for someone new. That someone being you, who has been with Klaus for nearly five years and has been Rebekah’s best friend for longer. You are no stranger to being kidnap since Klaus is the most powerful and feared original with enemies all across the world.

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Part 1,

“Hi, your Y/N? Right?” she says with an accent similar to Rebekah’s and you get a sudden chill. Her smile widens and you nod your head. “Good, my name is Aurora. We have a lot to discuss don’t you think?” the hand that she stuck out for you shake suddenly grabs your throat.

“Well, aren’t you just adorable?” Aurora’s voice eases you from the sleep she’d put you in. You find your hands and feet tied and panic settles in your bones. “I want to have a chat with you,” her fingers trail your hairline. “I’ve been watching you for a week, now, and noticed a hybrid a few paces behind you but today nothing.” her hand slips to your throat again as you raise your eyes to look at her. “Care to explain?” her tone was harsh and the headache you had from crying seemed to worsen. “I have a thing for honesty, I suggest you answer honestly.” she smiled menacingly.

“I snuck out.” whether you were honest or not you knew that she would never know because you could lie better than ever. But this-this wasn’t technically a lie. You knew when Rebekah or Freya woke up they’d have seen you left and would search for you. They, even if their brother Klaus had abandoned you, wouldn’t let you disappear.

“What I want to know…” she trailed seemingly in thought. You look at your hands tied together with thick, disgustingly smelling rope and you wondered what Klaus had done this time. “What do we have in common?” her question took you by surprise and by the look on her face she wasn’t pleased. “You and I? What made Klaus like you so much he’d grow so protective over you?” when you shrugged your shoulders she slams your head to the wall behind you. “He loved me first, you know, he still loves me. You are just his pet, his human to feed on.” her tone caused you to flinch. Never in all the time, you’d know Niklaus had he ever mentioned her or anyone else before you.

“I don’t know what we have in common, why don’t you ask him?” you say itching to free your hands from the rope around them. She smirks though and it is enough to make you visibly shrink.

“If you give me his number I’d be glad to ask him.”

Freya woke about lunch time with her stomach in knots. Never had she seen her brother so torn. Of course, he wanted to go with Y/N but last night he was vulnerable and wouldn’t let himself lose what he loved most. He’d spent hours with Freya and Rebekah gushing about how he wanted to spend eternity with you. Freya stood outside of Klaus’s room she knew that it wasn’t what you had said to Klaus that upset him it was that he knew you were way too good for him to keep forever. So, the task of getting him to talk it out with you felt impossible. She said a silent prayer though, hoping she’d get his sensitive side and he’d leap into action to apologize.

“Go away.” Niklaus’ voice was hoarse and instead of going in she put her back to the door and slid down finding a spot on the floor.

“Just apologize.” she softly hummed. Twisting her head to listen through the door. Silence. All around her was silence.

Rebekah, on the other hand, had just knocked on your door before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. When she took in the bright room she saw nothing. No one on the couch snoring, no one sitting behind the desk no one. Nothing. No dogs were roaming the house since none had greeted her as she called out. Rebekah’s fingers tapped the desk impatiently. Where could Y/N be? You hadn’t popped out the bathroom nor had you been seen in the kitchen as she passed it. Your phone laid on the desk as you had been nowhere to be found. Her eyes found the papers one with Klaus written on top and the other with Rebekah. Her fingers tore it open.

Beks,

Don’t worry I’m at Alex’s. Don’t tell anyone where I am. Call her when you get this if you want to hang out as I will not take my phone. I will not talk about Klaus so don’t bother setting something up if that’s the case. Tell Freya I’m fine and I love her, also, I’m not sure if you met him but my friend, Malachai, is coming over to practice protection spells with Freya. Please reminder her.

Love you,

Y/N.

Unlocking your phone Rebekah dialed your sister. To say that she was beyond furious was an understatement, she couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t tell her face to face that you were leaving and you were going to get an earful when she got a hold of you.

“Hello? Y/N,” your sister Alex answered the phone.

“Alex she’s with you, this is Bekah.” Rebekah’s blood boiled. There was a long silence and finally, Alex let out a sigh.

“She’s not with me Beks. I’m home and no one has walked through the front door. Are you sure she’s not with you? That place is a mansion.” Alex let out a defeated sigh before switching the phone to her other ear.

“No, she isn’t here. She wrote a note saying she would be with you.” Rebekah gritted her teeth. She wasn’t necessarily mad anymore but worried. You weren’t the type to run off let alone not be where you said you would be. “Are the dogs there?” there was a shuffle on Alex’s side of the line as she moved around the house and even looked in the backyard.

After a quick no, Rebekah’s patience began running thin. “Okay call me back when she gets in,” Rebekah whispers hanging up, not bothering getting Alex’s response.

Rebekah made her way back up the stairs slowly. She didn’t exactly know what you had written to Klaus and she didn’t know if you had wanted him to notice you were gone or if you wanted her to tell him. Either way, she was nervous. Beyond so. When Freya and Rebekah’s eyes meet she breathes in.

“Will you do a locator spell?” Rebekah whispers as she shows Freya the small paper with Klaus’s name on it in her hand before the door swung open. Freya fell backward and Klaus glared at the two of them.

“Go away, I can’t do a locator spell I am not a witch.” his voice came out sharp like a blade and both girls flinch.

“I didn’t mean you, Nik,” Rebekah said quietly. Her hand with the paper waving as if to tease him. Freya realizing the mistake she reached out taking Rebekah by the shoulders to turn her away.

“What is that?” Nik’s voice softens and Rebekah can feel his heartache at the loopy letters. She doesn’t say anything as she hands him the paper. Freya squeezes Klaus’s arm before leading Rebekah away.

It isn’t until the reach Freya’s bedroom and is safely inside before Klaus lets out a loud howl or cry neither really know which is more accurate. Freya sets up a map and Rebekah sits quietly in the corner watching as Freya starts the chanting.

“I want her found!” Klaus yells so loudly Rebekah notices the small shake of the powder on the map. “No one rests until she’s found!” like a war leader Klaus commands his hybrids and it no doubt startles Elijah and Kol awake.

“I can’t connect to her,” Freya whispers to Rebekah as the powder ignites a flame on the map. Rebekah puts out the flame as Freya sets out another map and collects a small red vial. The smell hits her nostrils as Freya rubs your blood on her hands. She chants screwing her eyes shut in concentration. The blood on her hands turns black and the smell is putrid. “I don’t- something is seriously wrong, Rebekah, either someone has expertly cloaking her or-” it’s barely a whisper but Freya and Rebekah know Klaus heard.

“Don’t finish that sentence-” Rebekah is startled by the door swinging open and to her relief Kol strides in. “try again, please.” by now Kol is used to them ignoring him, used to everyone judging him and looking past him but he knows for a fact you wouldn’t just disappear like that. It scares him, scares the three of them.

Freya wipes her hands turning the towel black and she lets out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t.”

What neither of the Mikaelsons knows is that you left of your own accord only to be taken in an effort to mess with Niklaus. You sat across from Aurora repeating the same numbers you’d dial in dreams and you listened as she’d get voicemail after voicemail.

“Well, this isn’t working. Give me your phone. I’ll call him from there.” her hand was held out and as you rolled your eyes she saw the truth you didn’t have your phone because you were hiding. “Where is it?” her tone becoming thin.

“I left it at the house.” you were tired. Tired of having your wrists tied together, tired of her giving you image after clear image of Niklaus and her in love, making love and pinning over another. She had a field day when she realized she could tell you all about their romantic relations to torture you just a bit more even as she banged your head against the wall repeatedly. “Call it if you don’t believe me.” you rattled off your own number and in the far distance as Aurora walked away you hear the click answering letting you know she had a new audience to entertain.

“Who is this?” Freya said into the speaker. Her hands still searching the map and Rebekah ran vamp speed to get Klaus.

“Why don’t you ask Rebekah or better yet Niklaus.”

“I don’t have time for games.” Freya gritted her teeth. She was angry, she couldn’t even do a simple locator spell why was she on the phone.

“Hand me the phone, Freya.” looking up both Kol and Freya realized how relaxed Klaus was how he moved with the storm avoiding them and hitting the enemy instead. “Hello.” his voice was strong and determined. He’d find you even if you clearly didn’t want to be found.

“Oh? Hello darling, did you miss me?” Klaus knew full well who spoke with such delight in her voice.

“Why are you calling this number, Aurora? What do you want,” he spoke so cooly Kol shuddered. He’d been on the other end of Klaus’ vengeance before but this was too organized he almost grew scared at what his brother was capable of.

“I wanted to talk to you but you didn’t answer.” they could practically hear the pout on her face.

“Do you have her?” the rage in Klaus was settling all over.

“Maybe, maybe not what do you care?” her tone was playful and that only infuriated Klaus more. “If you’re really worried, why don't you come find me?” and with that, the call ended and the treasure hunt for you was just getting started.

“Well, I dare say he didn’t sound too happy.” Aurora smiled at you and you couldn’t help but bare your teeth like a dog ready to rip something apart. She slammed your head against the wall the sound echoed in the room before your eyes fluttered closed.

Freya set up a protective barrier around the house to keep a safe space. It wasn’t until Malachai arrived stopping at the boundary around the home that Freya felt like she could find your location.

When you had awoken you were sitting in a glass rectangle. A tank? You thought to yourself. No one but a man with sharp features was in the room sulking. It was your chance to escape. The problem was that you were stuck in the glass tank magicians used. Your hands were free but you noticed the small trickle of water slowly filling the small tank. Your hands pushed and shoved against the glass trying to break it but your actions were not enough.

“No use. I think we should start the live stream don’t you think?” he spoke with such assurance in himself.

“Klaus will murder you.” your words strung together so quickly you almost questioned why you allowed yourself the thought of Klaus avenging you when you clearly meant nothing to him. “Rip you limb from limb.” the words gush out of your mouth fear 'settling in your bones.

“If he can catch me, maybe.” the man laughed and you notice the water falling in faster than before. “Welcome to the show.” his hands waved in front of your glass and you wondered what was happening. “The Mikaelsons will be glad to see you alive a few minutes more.” your head shook violently. No, you thought. This can’t end like this. Your hands pound on the walls as you got up to kick the glass. The water barely covering your feet made you shiver. It’s when you watched the water trickle in that you saw your pendant still around your neck.

Ripping it from your neck you held it in your hands like you were about to say a prayer. ‘Please, Malachai. Please hear me.’ your words mumbled so far below your breath the man stood in front of you amazed at your faith. The live stream setup connecting to the Mikaelson home showing Kol and Freya’s worried expressions.

“She’s going to die,” Kol whispered as he watched the screen showing them you in a tank that slowly filled.

“No, she’s not,” Freya said as she held her hands up to try her magic through the screen.

“Wait-” Kai had just realized what you were doing. You weren’t on your knees praying to a god you were using the necklace he’d gifted to you in case of emergency. Which was a good deal of the time since you were almost always used against the Mikaelsons as they had grown so close to you?

“I can’t send my magic through,” Freya said slipping to the floor on her knees feeling helpless.

“Let me borrow some of your magic, Freya.” Kai was already reaching forward ready to place his hands on her. When she gave him some of her magic he vanished. Both Kol and Freya looked at you now kicking the glass with the water filled to your knees.

“Klaus-” Kai appeared in front of Niklaus out of thin air nearly starting a fight at Klaus’ irritation. “Come with me.” the magic was wearing thin but they transported an abandoned building just outside of town.

“What is this!” Klaus demanded as he stared into Kai’s smiling face.

“The gift you told me to give her,” Kai took the pendant that matched yours from his neck and gave it to Klaus. “It worked. She sent a distress signal.” Kai smiled as he shoved Klaus forward to lead the way to you.

“Stop, please,” you screamed. It wasn’t that water was now waist high that you pleaded for him to stop it was the screen in front of you. He’d changed your screen from seeing Kol and Freya to apparent live footage of Aurora and Klaus naked laying in your bed. The witch took pleasure in showing you exactly what you dreaded seeing. Everything from Rebekah searching for you to Freya trying and failing her locator spells and now to Klaus’ apparently fast emotional switch no longer caring for you since he was in bed with another.

Your fists were sore with each bang hitting the glass. You needed to get out if not for you for Rebekah, Freya and Kol who had taken you under their wings enabling you to learn about the history each sibling had shared with another until they had met you. You couldn’t die without a word to either. Your hand wrapped around the pendant pleading with it to break the glass or stop the water or even bring Malachai himself to your rescue. Your foot stomped against the glass repeatedly. You wanted to break through even as your hopes of doing so slowly faded.

Klaus’ hand squeezed the heart of Aurora as she looked at him with clear admiration and a bit of fear. Aurora had walked out into Klaus’ path so willingly, so sure that he’d choose her that she hadn’t thought about his loyalties being with anyone but her.

“I’m doing us a favor Niklaus. Your pet will die and we can be together without distractions.” Aurora felt her smile falter as she looked Klaus dead in the eyes that tinged yellow as his wolf nature emerged. “I have to say-” Klaus squeezed tighter making her chest ache. “That I was a bit jealous that you had settled for her instead of finding me.” Aurora reached out her hand that wasn’t clenching his arm to touch his neck. She knew exactly how to calm him back nearly a millennium. Now though her movements only angered him and it was only when he jumped into her mind she saw his destruction, his brutal violence against her brother and his first sire. She saw his willingness to annihilate any threat that came to you like how her brother had spread a rumor he’d take you only to be met with death by Klaus’ hand.

“You mean nothing to me. If a single hair on her head has been harmed you’ll begin to associate my name with pain so painful even the devil himself will weep.” Klaus was beyond angry that Aurora has weaseled her way into his kingdom and threatened your life without blinking an eye. Before he could second guess himself he bit her allowing the werewolf venom to steep into her bloodstream.

“Klaus?” Aurora’s plea was quiet as fear of death clouded her brain. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Klaus, but if we want Y/N to live we’ve gotta go.” Kai shuddered as he took in the bite on Aurora’s arm which looked disgusting as the venom made the area look like rotting skin.

Kai navigating the building as Klaus took out vampires and everyone else who stood between him, one by one. Ripping out their hearts or cutting off their heads.

The water was just over your head and you were forced to float if you wanted air. It felt like it was over. Surely you couldn’t survive with the last bit of air left for longer than a few minutes and with the screen still in front of you showing Aurora and Klaus fucking you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to survive. With your last gulp of air, you slid down one last time banging and kicking the glass. Your thoughts were everywhere as the witch smiled his wicked smile at you only to widen his eyes in surprise. The air leaving your lungs made a tightness stretch across your chest thinking about the water beginning to fill your body. You struggled to hold the last bit of oxygen in your lungs but you kicked and kicked the glass. Survival mode leaving you close to death.

When Kai and Klaus entered the room only one person besides yourself was there. “Y/N!” Kai yells. The small man who smiled so cruelly at seeing you flail your arms in hopelessness. Klaus reacted first throwing the pendant against the glass tank breaking it with such ease everything came out full force. Your body was thrown to the grown across the broken glass as you inhale oxygen quickly trying to calm your racing heart. You head pounding as the oxygen began returning blood into different areas of your brain.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus x reader #niklaus x reader #the originals #the originals imagines #the originals imagine #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #Kol mikaelson

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queen-peck-neck · 5 years ago

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Lady Winter Information

I decided to polish up the google doc I had for her. It’s about time I talked about her rather then being vague?! yeah! Also do excuse my english!

Warning Her backstory contains: Death of family members, Abuse, Bullying, Suicide attempts and Drinking

I thought, i’d put up a warning because most of her back story is quite sad But don’t worry things got better~ :D Information is under read more!

Name: Lady Winter Pentecost/Campbell

Nicknames:

Vampy [By most people and The Conductor]

Vampire mama [Children often call her this]

The Lady [strangers, hk and bk call her this]

Wifey ,Birdmate [it's like soulmate bit for birds, it's a pun jgnrth],Sweetheart, Saloon babe, Wintey, Dearie ,Rosie cheeks,Siren and His Bonnie Lass [all given by conductor, you'll see why]

Race: Vampire

Age: Old enough to be your mother.

Height: 5’2 [5’8 with heels]

Pronouns: She/her or They/them

Appearance: outfit one: LINK and outfit two: LINK

Occupation: Bartender owner, Housewife

Weapon[s], Items: She carries an umbrella that not only protects her from the sun, it has a rapier style sword in it to protect herself if needed.

Offspring: 6 [4 biological and 2 adopted]

Backstory: Lady winter as a child only grew up having a Father and a Twin brother, only occasionally seeing her other relatives. You see the reason why this woman didn't have a mother was because she died when the twins were born. They never had a chance to met her, only hearing about what she was life from their father William and other relatives. William wasn't around to often due to being busy making sure the town wasn't falling to pieces and having to deal with the townsfolk of Shady Hallow but he always does try to make the effort to be there for his children. Winter always saw her father being so stressed, tired and sad all the time yet he hid it with a smile. Even at a young age she knew something was wrong. But besides her family the lass only had one friend outside of the family. His name was conductor or so he liked to be called. These children met at the train station one day while winter was waiting for her father to return home from his business outside of the town. The station wasn't too far from Shady Hallow so it was easy for her to walk there. These kiddos got along pretty quickly and became friends fast. Things were all fine and dandy until child winter woke up one night only to find her own father dead in a pool of his own blood. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing. Her grand-uncle Vlad took her away from the scene. Though she could tell something was up with him. He seemed to calm and contempt for what went on. Not only that he seemed to be smiling a bit when the funeral went on. Speaking of which, the child felt a part of her die, no child should feel like that but she did. She used to be quite adventurous, happy and quite innocent but now she just finds herself empty and sad. Winter wasn't quite herself anymore but she tried her best to keep herself happy. But even that wasn't easy due to being separated from your own twin either. Winter's life got totally turned around, She had to live with her grand-uncle to which she didn't like in the slightest. You see, Vlad made her life a living hell, often treating her as if she was less than dirt. Belittling her emotionally and mentally, gaslighting her as if to make her feel like she was the one to blame. Going to school wasn't much better either. All throughout it she had to deal with the constant bullying from everyone there. Especially from the ringleader of it all, that person being named Viola. The kids were brutal to her there, from making fun of her from losing her family, telling her she wasn't worth being around, and often getting beat up to. Going home wasn't even an option to feel safe either with how her uncle treats her. For years Winter had to deal with this, feeling nothing and miserable. She forgotten what it was like to smile and feel happy. Eventually she up and ran away from all the torment but the world around her wasn't too kind to her either. From the ages 7 onward, she had thoughts of wanting to die, and countless times she tried to make herself disappear. But she still was alive and kept pushing forward no matter how hard it was. Winter kept herself busy by working multiple jobs to keep herself stable and trying to keep herself hidden from her grand uncle. She stayed at a certain childhoods friends house for a while and she's grateful for that. The lass appreciates all that conductor did for her and wanted to pay him back somehow. Eventually she did manage to get a place of her own, it wasn't the best little apartment but it was a roof over her head. When Lady winter became a young adult she still wasn't the happiest person around, she drank and smoked all of her sorrows away. The lass wasn’t very trusting of people either, she would often push people away because she was so scared of getting hurt, feeling vulnerable, feeling weak and pathetic. She was scared of people seeing her the way she is because well can you blame her after all the hurt she went through? Only one person seemed to stay, she wasn’t sure if it was out of pity or if he actually cared. Conductor sure might be prideful and hotheaded. But he does care, and he’s quite stubborn so he isn’t going to quit once he has his mind set on something. Eventually Lady winter started to put down her walls and open herself up more. It was a slow process but she was doing it with some support. Lady winter and Conductor took in a tiny owl named Jade whom was found in the alleyway of Dead Bird Studio. The two decided to take care of the child together. It wasn’t easy being first time parents in a sense but they got through it together and love their little girl. You see at this time Lady winter and Conductor were already in a relationship but weren’t married just yet. Lady winter might’ve tried to push him away but she’s so glad he stayed by her side through thick and thin. No one could ever understand how much he means to her and how grateful she is to have a partner like him. Years go by and Jade is now 7 years old, The couple decided to get married, Lady winter waited for quite a time for conductor to ask her the question. It was a beautiful day, the two got married, and it’s only of the happiest moments in lad winter’s life. She seemed to smile more when she had jade and was together with conductor, she even slowly started to smile before the two got into any sort of relationship. Lady winter has been happier then she was in the past. Sure she has her ups and downs but doesn’t everyone? Now lady winter is working hard at her job and raising her children, she adopted two and the rest are biological. She adores her family so much. And now Lady winter does her best to make the best out of life and always willing to lend a hand to help others! She even meets a certain hat wearing child but that all unfolds in the Chapter that is. Shady Hallow.

Fun facts about Lady winter:

Lady winter has three pet cats and a rabbit. The cats names being Lucky, Pangur Ban and Boo and her Rabbit’s name being Oreo.

Lady winter was actually created way back in 2017 a bit after the game came out, she was originally a nurse. And of course was still with ducty then to.

Since she is married to conductor she took his last name that being Campbell [personal headcanon]

Lady winter sings and has a lovely singing voice to which people love hearing, Conductor calls her his siren for this reason.

Conductor calls her his siren for this reason. On winter’s mother side they are Scottish while her Father's side is of Polish origin. Because of this Lady winter is bilingual in Scotts Gaelic and Polski. [Polish]

Lady winter’s voice is very soft spoken [sorta like morticia addams but not quite] with a slight scottish accent.

Lady winter actually given conductor little nicknames as well those being Fluffy butt,Cowboy,Hot Stuff,Pumpkin,Sugar,Hubby,Loverboy, and Her Hero.

Lady winter’s family is quite wealthy on her father’s side and she does have a lot of money but she doesn’t spend it that much other than bills and repairs on her bar if needed. But she’ll get people things. She got the money through an inheritance.

Don’t ever make this woman angry because although she can be nice and sweet, she is quite scary when people get her angry. She doesn’t like getting mad. Thankfully she has a lot of patience.

Lady winter can in fact purr like a cat and wiggle her elf like ears like a bat.

Since lady winter is a vampire she can turn people into vamps but she rather not unless the person is willing to go through with giving up their mortal life. She is also strong and quite fast. The only thing she can shape-shift into being a vamp is a tiny bat.

Lady winter’s real hair color is white like her mother’s but she dyes it black.

It took some time but Lady winter and her twin brother Seth did reunite again. Winter cried and so did seth.

Lady winter has fighting styles inspired by Neoplitain from RWBY and Parasoul from skullgirls!

The vampire lass smells like cloves, roses and a hint of wine

.Lady winter would often tire herself out from working so hard sometimes to the point of getting sick but she does rest when she can

The lass can be sorta smug from time to time just like her husband and is capable of burning people if needed be.

Lady winter doesn’t have a boss fight for a time piece rather she just breaks down while holding it and apologizing to hat kid. But she does have a boss fight in death wish mode oddly enough.

The lass actually has her own rose garden she takes care of at home!

Speaking of which, she talks to her plants, people might think it’s weird but hey plants are living things to.

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit conductor #night owl #nightowl

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Immortal Fear, Chapter 2

TITLE: Immortal Fear CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fandom-and-feminism (nerdyfandomfics) ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki as a vampire with the same powers, raised as the adopted son of a wealthy man until he was turned as an adult. RATING: M (for later content) NOTES/WARNINGS: Minor mention of blood and injury, some angst and swearing.

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I must be out of my mind.

You rolled over in bed once again and tried to get comfortable. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the gun aimed at you, heard the gunshot that could have, should have killed you. You could have died right then and there, and no one would have known until the next morning. Then, as though your mind came up with its own balm for your anxiety, you saw eyes as cold and deep as glaciers staring down into your own, holding you willingly captive in their gaze. A shy smile, a sharp fang. Remembering it made your heart pick up pace again.

He had shown you such kindness when he walked you to your car, which was still parked outside the bistro down the street and around the corner. He hadn’t made you feel obligated to speak, or even look at him, knowing you were likely still in shock, and as he scanned the streets for anyone else who might harm you, you managed to steal a few glances his way.

The stories about his physical description hadn’t done him justice; Loki was easily well over six feet tall and was the perfect hybrid of skinny and muscular. He had shoulder-length hair as black as the night that he wore brushed back from his face in soft waves. Dressed in black from head to toe, he sported a well-worn black leather jacket with gold studs on the back and shoulders up to the collar, a black t-shirt that had a green snake on the front, black denim bootcut jeans, and black combat boots that were covered in buckles and zippers. On his left wrist was a gold bracelet with a charm on it that you couldn’t identify in the dark.

A punk vampire, you had thought to yourself, and your jitters nearly had you laughing at the thought.

Loki had watched you drive away, and he vanished into the night as soon as your rear lights couldn’t see him anymore. When you drove past his house you could have sworn he was there, peeking out from behind the blackout curtains on the first floor.

You sighed at your fixated brain. You heard Victoria, you chastised yourself. People who associate with him go missing. He was just being nice.

Rolling over again, you reached for the bottle of chewable melatonin you kept on your nightstand and quickly chewed and swallowed two of them, and threw your head back down on your pillow, determined to go to sleep. You decided to count backwards from 200 to bore yourself to the point of sleep, and you reached 117 before you couldn’t think anymore.

When you finally woke up again, your head was buried beneath your pillow and your blanket was kicked to the floor. You had to unstick your cheek from the sheet because you had drooled so much. As your eyes focused you could tell that, judging from how high the sun was in the sky, it was likely closing in on noon. Groaning, you rolled over and picked your phone up off of the nightstand.

11:27 A.M.

11 missed calls

That caught your attention. The only people who ever called you were your mother, Jerry, and Victoria. Sorting through your call history, you saw 7 of those calls were from Victoria, and the rest from Jerry. You decided to call Victoria first.

“Girl, where have you been?!” Vic was frantic over the phone, and you could hear wind in the background; she was driving and talking at the same time. Her accent got thicker as she talked, something you had noticed she did when she was mad or upset. “Everyone’s talkin’ about it. You weren’t answerin’ your phone and people were startin’ to think he’d killed you! Where are you?”

You groaned again. “I’m at home, I just woke up.”

“He didn’t bite you, did he?” The question came out almost like an accusation, and you bristled.

“No, Victoria. He didn’t,” you said flatly, “but he did save my life.”

“He WHAT?!” You heard brakes screeching and someone shouting obscenities at Vic, and she had a few choice words for them as well. “I’m on my way to your place,” she said breathlessly. “You need to tell me everything. And please call Jerry before he has a conniption. He had me on the phone at 7:30 this morning. By the way, remind me to have my phone number taken out of the phone book.” Vic hung up and you ran your hand down your face, trying to clear your head.

You weren’t sure how word had spread like this, since you and Loki were the only ones around last night and the book store didn’t have any security cameras outside, but you did know this was going to be hell to sort out with everyone.

You dialed Jerry’s number and put the phone on speaker. “What the hell happened last night, (Y/N)?” was his greeting. “I leave you alone with the store and, what, kids pelted BBs through the window, and you don’t even tell me?! And what was this I heard about you and the vamp?”

“Jerry -”

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

You weren’t about to put up with Jerry’s attitude. “Damn it, Jerry! Listen to me! Last night someone came and shot at me with a shotgun and Loki happened to be there, right down the street. He saved my life, then he walked me to my car since I had just closed.” You had to stop yourself from smiling at the recollection.

Jerry processed that information for a few moments. “Why didn’t you call the police?” he demanded. You could practically hear his face getting redder as he yelled. “Or call me? I thought I could trust you.”

“Seriously, Jerry? I guess I was a little, I don’t know, how about shaken? I tell you I got fucking shot at and you’re worried about a few holes in the glass - which your insurance will pay for, by the way, not that you’d know, since you got me to look at the paperwork to renew it my first week there!” Your head started pounding and you massaged your temples. “Look, just call your agent and have them come out, I will call the police station and give them a statement, it’ll be fine.”

“Listen, can you come -”

“Goodbye, Jerry.”

You hung up your phone and slammed it down on the bed next to you. Choosing instead to focus on something else, you went to your bathroom and took care of business in there. You had just finished brushing your teeth when there was an urgent knock on your front door. Victoria burst in when you answered, visibly panicked and reaching for your neck. She turned your head from side to side as she inspected, and looked relieved when she was done.

“Thank god,” she sighed. “No bite marks.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “I told you he didn’t bite me.”

“I had to make sure. So what happened?”

Vic saw herself into the kitchen as you relayed the previous night’s events to her, and by the time you were done she had made you and herself a cup of coffee. You took a grateful sip of it and sat in your overstuffed loveseat, tucking your feet underneath you.

“So how did people know about him anyway?” you asked. “There was no one else around.”

“The bistro has outdoor security cameras,” Vic said simply. “When the owner was watching the footage from last night he called the police, worried that he had, I dunno, hypnotized you or something. The police never came out because the footage showed you driving off without him, but people started to talk, and, well, you know everyone knows me.”

You stared at the carpet, sipping slowly on your coffee as it cooled. “And now everyone’s going to know me,” you groaned.

There he was again, in the corner of your mind. The blue of the swirls in your rug reminded you of his eyes. As you studied the light streaming across the pattern, you wondered if it was true what they said about vampires, that they had to sleep during the day or they’d burn up in the sun. You imagined what Loki would look like out in the daylight, the studs on his jacket shining like jewels, his skin like so much marble. Thinking back to the night before, you remembered the touch of his hand on your cheek, how cold it had been, even in the middle of summer.

Cold as death.

“(Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N).” Victoria spoke a little louder and interrupted your thoughts. “Oh, no you don’t. You have that puppy dog look again.”

“I do not.”

Vic sighed impatiently. “So where does that leave you with him?” she asked, her head tilted sideways. You studied her face, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Maybe she was starting to come around, since Loki had saved your life.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m sure he was just doing the right thing, I mean, he was right down the road and he said he heard them coming. It doesn’t mean he’s going to stalk me or keep watch outside my window.” You laughed into your coffee, and even Vic had to snicker at that.

“You know what I just thought about, (Y/N)?” Victoria frowned, deep in thought. “He didn’t have to do that. I mean… if he was just a dead asshole, he wouldn’t have blinked an eye at you getting shot. Free meal, you know?” You flinched. “But he did. I don’t know how, but he did.”

Neither of you could think of anything to say to that. It had occurred to you while you were trying to get to sleep last night, and it was still at the front of your mind - Loki had said he was bulletproof, but you had noticed that the bullet holes in the storefront glass stopped in a circle around both of you, as if he had held out an invisible shield. It baffled and intrigued you - you had heard rumors before that some vampires had powers or abilities, so maybe Loki did too?

Downing the last of her cup of coffee, Vic stood and came over to where you were sitting. She sighed and shook her head, her dark curls bouncing, and she bent down and kissed the top of your head. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said, surprising you with the relief in her voice. “Please make sure you file a police report today, you’d be surprised what you’ll remember when you think about it. I gotta jet, but I’ll call you later, okay?” You nodded and took the mug from her, and she went out the front door, mumbling to herself about garlic perfume.

You yawned and stretched, your stiff muscles protesting your odd sleeping position. It had to be close to or just past noon, which meant it had been 24 hours since you had eaten. Just as you were wondering what would be open for lunch on a Sunday aside from the bistro, which you wanted to avoid at all costs until this whole Loki thing died down, your stomach growled loudly. You knew you didn’t have much to eat at home, and there was no way you were going to brave the bistro, so you decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

No time for lunch, you thought. I’ll just grab some coffee and a pastry at the police station.

…….

Holding one hand over your gurgling stomach - you had to come on the one day the station wasn’t stocked with snacks - you watched the officer sitting in front of you at his desk as he typed out your report in his computer.

“And did you see what kind of car it was?” Officer Davidson asked you for the fifth time, in his droning, monotonous voice that would put the perkiest people to sleep.

You yawned again, shifting your hips in the uncomfortable chair. “No,” you repeated, “I was a bit busy getting shot at.” You were tired of relating the same story, over and over. You had been here at least two hours and you were starving.

“Miss, I know this is frustrating, but we just don’t have much to go on. You don’t remember anything about the car, or the people in it, or anything about the gun except it was a shotgun. Lots of people around here have a shotgun.” Davidson pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Thinking about it more may jog your memory.”

“What about Loki?” you asked, genuinely curious why Davidson hadn’t mentioned him already. “He saw everything, why don’t you let me go get some lunch and then call him tonight?”

Davidson cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, we can’t use testimony from the undead, miss (Y/N). It’s the law.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “The only witness, and you won’t take his word. Well that’s just great. And no one calls them ‘undead’ anymore, by the way.”

“If I may be frank,” Davidson said, frowning deeply, “it’s probably a good thing their word is admissible, at least for them, because for one thing, that vamp what wrote that book would probably be arrested if his word could be taken up as a confession. Basilton didn’t write it until that law was passed and he knew he wouldn’t be convicted of murder.”

Maybe it was inadequate caffeine, maybe it was hunger, but his comment made you see red, and you stood up so fast it knocked over the flimsy chair you were sitting on. “The only reason vampires used to kill people was because they’d be hunted if the people they drank from ratted them out,” you spat at him. “They don’t do that anymore and it’s people like you, still perpetuating stupid myths, that keep vampires from being equal members of society. Now if you’re not going to help me, I may as well just go.”

You turned to leave and Officer Davidson grabbed your wrist. “Listen well,” he murmured through his clenched teeth. You tried to pull your arm away but he was stronger than you. “Folks around here like things a certain way. Ain’t no point in goin’ against the flow here. Stay away from Loki or you’ll find your time here to be real difficult, you hear?”

You stared at him, adrenaline emboldening your tone as your heart raced with anger. “Is that a threat?”

Davidson released your wrist and returned to his computer. “That’s a promise. I’ll finish this up and see if any of the businesses around the block had outdoor security cams. Don’t say I can’t do my job.” He looked back up at you with narrowed eyes, and you took a step back. “Remember what I said.”

“Loki saved my life,” you said slowly, emphasizing each word. “You’re lucky you’re dealing with this instead of a murder. If that means nothing to you, I’m not the one with a problem.”

You drove home from the station in a huff, more hungry than before. Still determined to avoid the bistro and the associated drama, you called Victoria and asked her to run to the bistro for you and pick up a sandwich and a drink.

Half an hour later Vic was knocking at your front door, and your jaw dropped when you saw what she brought.

“Which catering company did you rob?” you teased as she brought the armful of trays in and sat them on your dining table. Box after box of every Chinese food you could think of covered the entire surface. “Um, Vic, we can’t eat all of this.”

Victoria waved her hand dismissively. “Child, you never have food in this house. Now go get a plate.” You loved having her in your life - Vic’s unpredictability often meant she was almost always an impulse away from a grand gesture.

It was exactly what you needed, an afternoon of girl time to decompress and talk about meaningless things. Apparently Vic was fending off a lot of nosy people asking about the bistro footage, and had kept them from hounding you all day. Once again you wondered how in the world you could have gotten on in this town without her. The one thing you wanted to talk about, you avoided, knowing it was a bad idea to bring him up.

“I can’t believe Davidson mouthed off at you like that,” Vic said around a mouthful of sesame chicken. She had gotten food all over her white tank top - the one she wore to show off her summer tan that she really didn’t need with her gorgeous amber-brown skin - and she decided to just take it off in the middle of talking so she was in her jogging bra. “That’s better. Anyway, he’s an ass. Most of the time the cops around here don’t know which end is up. I bet he would have arrested you for arguing with him if he could’ve gotten away with it.”

“You’re probably right,” you agreed. “It doesn’t matter, he said he’d take care of it. I don’t think he’ll bother Loki since he said the word of a vampire is legally meaningless.” You looked up at Vic and she had her eyebrow raised at you again. “What?”

“Nothing, I just hear you talking about him a lot, is all.”

“He did save my -”

“Save your life, I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he did.”

You stirred your teriyaki shrimp and vegetables with the rice in your bowl. You weren’t sure why you felt so defensive of Loki all of a sudden; it wasn’t like you knew him as a person. Victoria seemed to be riding the fence when it came to him now, and saving you was certainly a huge plus in his favor. But the prospect of actually seeing him again made your stomach flip. You would be lying to yourself if you believed it was entirely because you were afraid of him.

“You like him, don’t you?” Vic’s voice was soft, not sad or accusational, but surprised.

You met her dark brown eyes and all you could think of was Loki’s blue ones. “I don’t know,” you said honestly. “Maybe it’s the fact that he - you know. Maybe it’s because he’s…”

“Insanely hot?”

You laughed. “I thought you wanted me to stay away from him!”

“Hey, I may be wary, but I ain’t blind. I’ve seen him before, and yeah, I guess I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed if he crawled in it. In other words, I wouldn’t let him out once he got in, if he was human.” Vic laughed so hard she snorted, which made you laugh along with her.

“In all seriousness, though,” Vic continued, “just be careful - whatever you do. I can’t make you stay away from him if you don’t want to. I’d be a fuckin’ hypocrite if I tried. I see the spark in your eyes. I may not have known you long, but I know you well enough to know that once you have your mind made up about something there’s no changing it. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Vampires can be dangerous. Some out there only see us as refrigerators for their next meal.”

You set your bowl on the coffee table in front of you and looked out the window. It was evening but it was still a few hours away from sunset. You knew Victoria had a point but curiosity and plain old hormones were getting the better of your sense. “I was thinking I might go see him tonight, just to thank him for yesterday,” you mumbled, distracted. “I mean, it feels impolite not to.”

Victoria was silent for a moment before she replied, her tone tentative and maternal. “Want me to go with you?”

Your heart skipped as you imagined Loki answering the front door of his huge house, all tall and imposing, and you realized you didn’t want Vic to be there to see the way you were probably going to react to him.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said with mock confidence. “I’m just going to pop over there for a minute.”

“Well, I’m gonna put the rest of this food in the fridge for you. Please go to the store in the next couple of days, girl.” Victoria winked at you and rose from the chair, slinging her white shirt over her shoulder.

“Why do I need to do that when you bring me enough food for an army every time I run out?” you teased.

When Victoria finally left, after insisting you call her when you got home regardless of what time it was, it was right at 6 in the evening, and you were starting to feel tired from all the Chinese food you ate. You took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed them, thinking all the while about what you would say to Loki when you saw him. Would he want to see you again? You chewed on your lip as you thought of the possibility that Loki had done what he felt like he had to do and didn’t want anything else to do with you. Would he slam the door in your face? Would he answer the door at all? Sunset was still a good three hours away, and you didn’t want to sit around waiting, so once you were done you decided to go out walking toward Loki’s house. Armed with your taser and dressed in comfortable jean shorts and a racerback tank top, you set off.

Loki only lived about a mile from your house so you kept your pace slow, taking in the scenery you normally drove past too quickly to really see. You had music playing on your phone, which was tucked in your pocket, and it was nice to have some time to yourself after such a busy and hectic day. You even stopped for a while to sit on a bench and gather your nerve, trying to think of every possible scenario and how to react, but all it did was make you nervous all over again. Just as the first colors of dusk touched the sky, you started walking again, and it was fully dark by the time you reached Loki’s property. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you tripped over a hole in the sidewalk and scraped your knees and palms trying to catch your fall.

Oh, this is just fucking great, you swore at yourself, wincing as you wiped the rocks and dirt out of the scrapes. I’m going to a vampire’s house covered in my own blood. Vic would drag me back home by my ears if she was here.

With a slight limp, keeping your hands clasped in front of you, you headed up the walkway to Loki’s house. The large manor was surrounded by several acres of neglected brown lawn that probably hadn’t seen a mower this century and had dried out a long time ago. A few old rose bushes, some red and some pink, were growing beneath the first floor windows, their branches tangling together into one snarled plant. You imagined the house had once been white, when it was kept pristine, and in the continual humidity and relatively extreme temperatures with no maintenance the paint was starting to peel. Most people had accused Loki of being lazy or arrogant for not taking care of his property by himself, but you saw the deeper side. What’s the point of keeping up appearances, you thought, when no one cares enough to look? Your heart pounded in your ears as you approached his front door. Knees shaking, hands trembling, your mind a frozen wreck, you nearly considered turning back and going home for the hundredth time. You forced yourself to raise your arm and knock three times, and held your breath as you waited for an answer.

After what seemed like an eternity you heard several different locks unlatch on the other side of the door, and the knob turned, the door opening a few inches to reveal Loki’s curious face. He smiled when he saw it was you, and opened the door wider. He was wearing the same outfit he had worn the night before, except his t-shirt was now a plain white, form-fitting muscle shirt. Your heart lodged itself in your throat and the words you were preparing yourself to say evaporated the instant you met his eyes.

You could stare at those eyes all night.

“You’re still alive, I see,” Loki teased, his tongue playing with one of his fangs. His warm, elegant voice slid down your spine and pooled in your belly. Loki’s nostrils flared and his smile faded as his eyes went down to your bloody knees. “What happened?” he asked with genuine concern. He peered over your shoulder and scanned the street. “Did someone try to hurt you again?”

You laughed, your cheeks flushing an embarrassingly deep pink. “No, I, uh -” You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I… tripped on a hole in the sidewalk.” It sounded stupid when you said it but Loki didn’t look like he was going to make fun of you. Centuries-old manners, you supposed.

“Come in,” he offered, stepping away from the threshold to give you room. “I can take care of that for you.”

This is it, you thought, fairly sure your heart had skipped past ‘racing’ and went straight to ��humming’. Loki’s hand found the small of your back as you passed him, the contact sending a jolt of surprise through you when you felt how cold it was, even through your shirt. You stopped in the foyer with your mouth hanging open, momentarily stunned by the interior of the house. As unkempt as the outside was, the inside was like something out of an edgy interior decorating magazine. Spotless mint green paint covered the walls, with black moulding, dark brown wood on the floor, and gold light fixtures. You could see the living room to the left, and the blackout curtains in the windows that kept the room completely devoid of any outside light.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed, and Loki smiled softly at your compliment.

“Come,” Loki said, gesturing grandly toward a sitting room to the right of the front door. You noted with curiosity that there were no windows in this room, just an ornate jeweled chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He led you over to a black leather couch and motioned for you to sit down. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone I could do this,” he murmured, and took your hands in his after he sat down next to you. Loki pursed his lips and seemed to hold his breath, and he closed his eyes, holding one of your hands in both of his. They felt so soft, despite feeling like he had soaked them in ice, and they swallowed yours in their size. After a moment you felt a tingling, slightly itchy sensation in your palm, and when you looked down you saw a green light coming from Loki’s hands.

“There,” Loki said proudly, and you inspected your now-healed palm. You gasped and turned your hand over, trying to let your disbelieving mind catch up while he worked on your other hand.

“How did you do that?” you asked, completely in awe. You had never heard this particular rumor about Loki.

A smile tugged the corners of his mouth up slightly. “It’s just something I’ve been able to do since I was… well, turned,” he explained gently, as though he feared you were going to run away. “I can do minor wounds, like cuts and, as you can see, scrapes. I can also heal…” He stared into your eyes, and you were drawn in, hanging on to every word. Your lips parted and you swallowed hard as you waited for him to continue.

“Bite wounds.”

You blinked and Loki looked away, visibly embarrassed by what he said. “That’s amazing,” you assured him, surprising yourself when your words began to come more easily. “I can imagine how hard it must be to keep it to yourself, to live in a place like this. To have to hide who you are.”

“Yes,” Loki said quietly. “Sometimes I wonder whether I would prefer if mortals didn’t know we existed.” You saw him fidgeting with his fingers, so you reached over and placed one of your hands on his. He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. “Why don’t I get your knees now?” he offered.

The sudden change of subject had you thrown. “Oh, uh, sure,” you stammered. “What do I need to do?”

“Just sit there, I’ll kneel on the floor.”

Oh.

Loki folded his long legs and lowered himself to the rug in front of you, his knees resting between your feet. You suddenly found it hard to swallow, and you breathed slowly to try to control your trembling legs as his hands got closer to you. You could smell him again, a scent you had picked up the night before but were too scared to notice it - a dizzying combination of leather and an earthy, spicy cologne or aftershave. It gave you chills as it filled your senses. Instinctively you jumped when one of his hands circled around to the back of your knee, his thumb brushing the bottom of your thigh, and his other hand closed over your bleeding kneecap. Loki was leaned over your leg, focusing intently as he worked, and you were so focused on him that you barely felt the tingling. You gasped when the hand on the back of your knee slid higher, inches from the bottom of your shorts, and just as quickly as he had moved it, he switched to your other knee, thankfully without looking at your face.

Once he was finished, Loki smiled, staring at your knee with pride. “It felt good to do that,” he admitted, and gazed up at you, his fangs shining in the light of the antique chandelier on the ceiling.

Head warred with heart inside of you, and your heart won. You leaned forward slowly, your eyes locked on Loki’s, and held your breath as you waited to see if he would move. Your hands covered Loki’s, your head tilted to the right, and your lips were suddenly less than an inch from his. You could breathe him in, the very air from his lungs as cold as his skin.

The tinkling of broken glass broke your concentration, and Loki leapt to his feet, his eyes widening in panic as a brown glass bottle with a burning cloth in its neck soared through his living room and shattered on the wooden floor, scattering liquid and spreading flames with it.

“GO!” Loki shouted at you, but before you could move the fire quickly spread into the foyer, blocking the front door and consuming the rug in front of it.

#Submitted fic #submission #loki #fandom-and-feminism #chapter 2 #Immortal Fear

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