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Why had he agreed to go back home to mystic falls with his brother? when he had spent the past 145 years staying as far away as he possibly could get, and now he was back and going to high school all because his big brother missed home. It was a strange feeling being back in the town he once grew up in, but Y/N couldn’t deny that he was happy to be with his brother again after so long being alone. He had missed Stefan over the years of being apart. However, any love for his brother was being tested as he stood beside him listening to the reception talk.

“ Your records are incomplete. You’re missing immunization records, and we do insist on transcripts”

Y/N looked over with a grin as his brother leaned over slightly to compel the reception“Please look again, I’m sure everything you need is there”

Y/N reached over to grab one as he and Stefan left the office weaving around the students without looking up from the paper “ I can’t believe I have to be a sophomore, ” Y/N scowled looking over the schedule.

“ Here you go These are your schedules have a great First day”

“ Are you okay-?” he asks only to stop when he sees her face. She looks as surprised as he feels as she speaks “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you”

“Well you’re right, so it is,” the woman replied, smiling before getting up and walking into another room to get something before returning with papers.

Y/N hummed in agreement “Well guess I’m going to biology”

“ stay out of trouble”

Y/N grinned mockingly“ Don’t I always brother?” He joked walking away from his brother.

After asking for the bathroom halfway through the world’s most boring biology lesson, Y/N found himself wandering around hallways. He turned a random corner only to crash into someone. His hand shot out to steady them.

Y/N shakes his surprise off “It’s fine, I didn’t see you either” There’s no way it’s her, right? , This girl is very much human. she’s looks almost identical to Kathrine other than her hair being straight instead of the curls kathrine prefered. and she does lack the cunning look in her eye that Katherine always had.

Stefan looked down at his schedule “It made the most sense for our story people won’t ask any questions ”.

“It has” Stefan tried, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder to calm him it just made him angrier.

“ It’s okay, thanks” She replies before turning and walking away leaving Y/N staring after her. If there is one thing Y/N is sure of it’s that he’s going to kill Stefan when he sees him.

Y/N finally heard Stefan come home and close the door of his bedroom, Y/N slammed his book down before making his way to Stefan’s room and slamming his brother’s door open. “ You are unbelievable, you know that,” Y/N snarled, making his way towards the desk, Ignoring any of Stefan’s attempts to calm him down. “I want to go back home Y/N, it’s been too long” he snorted “ Yeah right”

“Oh please, I just met the real reason we came back, Katherine really” Y/N snarked shrugging Stefan off and moving away.

They both stare at each other before the lookalike finally tries moving around the young vampire “I’m going this way” Y/N moves out the way quickly “Right- sorry again about almost knocking over”

“ Fine but if this comes back to bite you in the ass don’t say I didn’t warn you” Y/N warned pointing a finger and glaring slightly.

“I know it is” Y/N watched as his brother looked away and began to clam up, Trust his brother to do something so stupid and not tell him anything until it was too late. He really could kill him sometimes.

“ Stefan..” Y/N sighed out a breath and walked over to pull his dumbass brother into a hug. He felt Stefan let out a breath and returned the hug “ Y/N, trust me, okay?” Stefan said as they both pulled away

Stefan smiled slightly “ I think she is,” he said grabbing his jacket and picking something up off his desk.

“ Elena’s nothing like Katherine “ Stefan argued, crossing his arms across his chest. Y/N rolled his eyes “ Even if she’s not it fucking weird Stefan” His brother is an idiot.

Y/N watched his brother for a second before humming in agreement and moving towards Stefan’s bed to sit down on the end of it. “I hope she’s worth it”

“ Where are you going now?” Y/N asked lounging back onto his hands and watching his brother move around his bedroom.

“ I won’t,” Stefan said, holding his hands up and smiling "Okay?”

It was much later in the night when Zach caught him coming back from the cellar with a snack. “ was it you ?” Zach asked, pushing the newspaper into his chest

“ Out, don’t wait up” Stefan replied practically springing out his bedroom door, leaving his younger brother behind.

“ I have no idea what you’re talking about. Y/N said, taking the paper out of his nephew’s hands and reading. An animal attack? It wasn’t him he hadn’t hunted in mystic falls since they had come back. he hadn’t wanted to draw attention to them.

“ it wasn’t me, you think I’d be drinking this” he held up the blood bag shaking it a little “If I was getting it fresh from the vein?”.

Y/N sat in silence waiting to hear the front door closing, he shook his head when it did “Idiot".

“ Somebody is responsible for their deaths,” Zach said wrinkling his nose and watching Y/n bring the blood bag tube up to his lips and drink from it.

“I think you need a hobby” Y/n taunted pushing past his nephew, checking him with his shoulder as he went. “ sometimes an animal attack is just an animal attack”

Y/N heard Stefan before he saw him he sat curled slightly in a chair reading, only looking up when his brother pushed his door open.

“ was it you?”

Y/N rolled his eyes from his seat “ Zach told you about the animal attack then”. sometimes his brother was so predictable, he knew Stefan would think it was him which was rather hypocritical if you asked him. y/n knew how to control himself, unlike his idiot brother who had to snack on squirrels and bunnies because he couldn’t.

Stefan glared “ Y/N, was it you?“

“ No it wasn’t me” Y/N argued glaring back at his brother His mouth was set in a hard line, it wasn’t he wouldn’t be stupid enough to just leave bodies behind he’s not an idiot.

Stefan said nothing only continued staring at him with his eyebrow raised.

"It wasn’t me” Y/n insisted crossing his arms.

"Are you sure don’t want to come?”

“ don’t you have a party to go to anyway to see Kathrine- I mean Elean” Y/N teased “Oops… slips of the tongue”

Stefan rolled his eyes “You’re a dick” his mouth twitched up when Y/N continued to laugh at him.

Stefan sighed “ You could have fun if you tried"

Y/n screwed up his face up “I’ll pass, I don’t want to be a third wheel”

Y/N sighed, “Fine I’ll come,“. The young vampire stood up to find a jacket, he look over at Stefan when he found one "Happy now?”.

“ Very”

As they arrived at the party Y/N stayed stood next to Stefan as they listened to Elena and her friend talk.

“ Just admit it, Elena”

“ Okay, so he’s a little pretty”

Y/n rolled his eyes at his brother’s smug face, He shrugged his jacket on as stalked past him out the door" God you’re annoying"

This girl is forward Y/n likes her she goes after things she wants and She’s also pretty good at annoying Stefan. Stefan catches his eye, a plea for help shining in his eyes, Y/N just waves with a stupid grin on his face, laughing when Stefan glares at him.

The young vampire snickered “Aww she thinks you’re pretty” Stefan scowled at him.

“ Hey! You made it” A feminine voice spoke suddenly from behind them they both turned to reveal a pretty blonde-haired girl. Y/n had never seen this girl before but Stefan obviously had going off her bright eyes and wide smile. Y/N turned towards his brother with raised eyebrows.

Y/N wanders around for a while when he notices his brother walking over to Elena or at least trying to. he’s stopped by the same girl that dragged him off earlier, he thinks her name is Caroline. He listens in as Stefan lets the girl down, yikes. He decided to join his brother when he sees him finally make it over to Elena.

“are you going to introduce me to her or what?” Y/N asks as they both finally notice him. Stefan clears his throat. “ Y/N this is Elena, Elena this is my little brother Y/N” Elena tilts her head with a smile “ Guy from the hallway it’s nice to put a name to a face". she looks between them.

Y/n smiles a lopsided grin when he spots the smitten look on his brother’s face, God he’s so easy.

“ I did,” Stefan replied with a tight-lipped smile. The blonde girl doesn’t even acknowledge the younger vampire completely enamored by Stefan “ Well let’s get you a drink.” she doesn’t wait for Stefan to respond before she’s pulling him away.

“ so how ar-“ she stops “ God, you gotta be kidding me!”

Both Salvatore brothers turn to look at what had caught her attention, it’s a teenage boy. A very drunk teenage boy.

“ What is it ?”

“ My brother,” she said, “ excuse me.”

Stefan goes to follow after her “Need some help?”.Y/n hopes she doesn’t.

She shakes her head “Trust me, you’re not going to want to witness this” She passes her drink over to Stefan to hold and walks away shouting “Jeremy! Jeremy!”

“ God you’re gross “ Y/N muttered as his brother stares at her walking away, Stefan turns to face him when Elena disappears out of sight.

“Shut up”

“ Well, I’ve seen way too much tonight, can we leave yet?” Y/N asked, leaning against Stefan’s shoulder, Stefan rolled his eyes but leaned into it

“ you can leave whenever you want”

“ Fine I’ll go but only because I know you’ll want to walk Elena home” the young vampire teased standing up properly.“ and they say chivalry is dead”.

Stefan snorts knocking his shoulder against Y/n “Hilarious”. Y/n lets the knock push him forwards, He grins.

Y/n doesn’t get the chance to retort because they both hear shouting in the distance “Oh god no”

“Somebody help!”

Elena and her brother break through the tree line with a body covered in blood in Jeremy’s arms. Stefan steps forward as a crowd begins to form around them. He turns and walks away quickly fleeing the scene Y/N follows after him.

They both make it back to the Salvatore boarding house in minutes. Stefan slams open the door making Zach jump. “ What’s going on?“

Y/N shuts the door behind them both. letting Stefan answers

“ Someone else was attacked tonight, Zach and it wasn’t us”. Stefan stalks off up the stairs leaving his brother and Zach together.

“What happened?”

Y/N walks over to pour a drink “I don’t know, we were at the party everything was fine then it wasn’t ” Y/n downs the bourbon in one go, and Zach watches him.

“ Did you see anything?”

Y/N huffed as he poured another drink “ Nope nothing you think I would–” Y/N’s cut off when there was a bang from somewhere upstairs followed by the sound of glass smashing. Y/N put his glass down and listens, he turns to Zach when he hears the banging continue outside. he points his finger at his nephew “Stay here”

He follows the noise to see a figure holding Stefan against the garage by his throat. He looks closer and recognizes who it is “ Damon?” he asks a grin spreading across his face. The dark-haired figure turns and smirks “ There he is” Damon drops his other brother and walks over to him and pulls the young vampire against him tightly and presses a dramatic kiss to Y/N’s hair “I missed you, little brother”. Y/N quickly returns the hug, The leather of Damon’s leather jacket squeaked between them. Y/n doesn’t care he squeezes tighter it’s been a long time since he’s seen his other big brother he’s missed him even if he’s a dick.

Damon finally lets go “It’s good to be back”y/n watches as he sauntered over to the house “Sorry Zach”

Y/N turns to face Stefan “ Remember when I said it would come back to bite you?” Stefan stays silent his face hard and shoulders tense. Y/N stares at his brother for a second, then turns away walking back to the house.

He doesn’t hear Stefan come back that night, which is probably for the best, all things considered. If there’s one thing Y/N knows, it’s that with Damon back, everything has become a lot more complicated for them all.

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Nine.

A warm, heartfelt thank you to my readers for your continued engagement :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

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Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“And so, I says to this fella, I says, right, listen here, mate! Any more out of you and you’ll be shitting your bloody teeth for a week, and you’ll never believe what he says to me, John. I tell ya now, you’ll never believe it, son. He stands there, right, fag dangling from his mouth, and he says to me...”

John didn’t give a damn what the fellow in question had said as they stood guarding the front gates of Bryn’s home, gladly watching the sun beginning to sink in the sky. From the first moment, he’d asked Tommy never to pair him with Mickey Two Suits, begged him, in fact, and what had his brother done?

…"so, there we are, right, having a scrap about it and then suddenly, this fucking umbrella comes flying out of nowhere! And it’s only the fella’s old dear, ain’t it, giving him a clobbering and dragging him home by his ear! I says to our Wilf, I says ‘eh, look at that! Thinks he’s hard enough to have a go at a Blinder and it’s his mom who has to run in and save his arse!’ What a night, John. Ya should have been there!”

“Mickey...”

“...and we went had a good ole’ knees up after, we did. Drank the Red Lion right out of whiskey that night, and you ain’t heard the best part yet, pal!”

“Mickey, will...”

“So, the landlord has this great, big Irish Wolfhound, right, and this group of lads are...”

“Two Suits! Holy fucking shit, will you shut up!” John’s exasperated tones matched his wide eyes, shaking his head. “Christ you don’t half yammer on, mate!”

Mickey pinked at the cheeks a little to have been – although lightly – admonished by one of his bosses, muttering his apologies and lighting a cigarette. He lasted all of twenty seconds.

“So, we off for a few Christmas Eve drinks up the pub once your lady wakes up? Christmas Eve at The Garrison, ain’t nothing like it, is there? Do you remember that one year when... bloody hell!”

This time, though, Mickey’s no doubt lengthy spiel was interrupted by a sight that made John’s heart flutter, Bryn suddenly appearing before them. “No, Mickey. John and I are to depart for Warwickshire, to a party hosted by Tommy and the lovely Grace.”

John had wondered how well Grace would take to Bryn, but after introducing them for the first time just three days before, he’d found the women had a very natural chemistry with one another. He was also pleased – for Tommy more than himself – that it had encouraged Polly to warm towards his soon-to-be sister-in-law a little more as well, since he and Grace were to be married in the New Year.

His aunt was not quick to warm to any women who came into the lives of her beloved nephews, especially not if she had good reason not to trust them, just as she’d had with both Grace and Bryn. For the latter, though, it had melted as soon as she’d seen something of herself within his ancient vampire lover, a woman who’d had her children torn from her, a woman whose pain she understood all too well.

Leaving Mickey to trudge down to the bus stop and travel back to Small Heath, John and Bryn went inside, the former pouring himself a whiskey while Bryn readied herself for the evening. She was affixing tiny little pearl adorned pins into her hair when he ventured into the bedroom, kissing her bare shoulder as she sat at her vanity.

“I thought you lot weren’t meant have a reflection.”

Him and that flipping novel he’d taken it upon himself to read. She rolled her eyes, turning to press her lips to his cheek. “Not everything Bram Stoker claims about us is true, you know.” Picking up her perfume, she spritzed herself liberally, the scent misting over her pale skin. “Although I must confess, being able to turn myself into a bat would be useful. If for nothing else than to retreat from awkward social situations.”

“Yeah,” he hummed, swirling the amber contents of his glass, “don’t think I’d fancy you half as much as a flying rodent. Maybe a bit still, like, but not as much as usual.”

Her look of incredulity had him tipping his head back, his laughter filling the room. “You are disgusting, John Shelby!”

“Still laughing though, ain’t ya!” Indeed, she was. His uncouthness, lack of filter and penchant for being completely inappropriate never ceased to entertain her. Truly, she had never met anybody like her darling John. She shook her head, picking up her kohl pencil and beginning to smoke her eyes sultry black. A little mascara and a twist of rouge to her cheeks and she was finished, speedily packing the rest of what she needed for their stay at Arrow House and whizzing down to the car to place her cases in, John going to ready Katie.

The child had been spending more time with him at Bryn’s since school had finished for Christmas, being cared for during the day by Bettie until Bryn awoke and spent time with her before bed. It had warmed his heart hugely to witness their bond forming, Katie furnishing the Christmas tree with her help, overhearing the bedtime stories his love would recite to her, the old Norse sagas his daughter loved to hear. Katie’s bedtime upon their arrival at Tommy’s house was no different.

“The crow went flying toward the North, croaking as she flew, “Let Hela keep what she holds. Let Hela keep what she holds.” That crow was the hag Thaukt transformed, and the hag Thaukt was Loki.

“He flew to the north and came into the wastes of Jötunheim. As a crow he lived there, hiding himself from the wrath of the Gods. He told the giants that the time had come for them to build the ship Naglfar, the ship that was to be built out of the nails of dead men, and that was to sail to Asgard on the day of Ragnarök with the giant Hrymer steering it...”

Standing in silent watch through the crack in the door, John smiled widely as Bryn recited a fairytale about Loki, Norse god of mischief to his spellbound daughter, the covers pulled up to her chin, Bryn’s hands gesturing as she spoke of the tale. At her core, she was such a natural mother, something within her so strongly maternal. The thought had never crossed his mind back when he’d first begun his courtship with her, but truly, she was everything Katie needed.

She was everything he needed, too.

“Now that’s a look of love if ever I saw one.”

At hearing Polly’s whisper, he turned, grin still fixed firmly in place as his cheeks coloured a little bit at being caught staring so adoringly at the scene. “She’s only known her just under three weeks and she dotes on that little girl as if she were her own.” Walking away from the bedroom, he pulled a cigarette out, lighting up. “Ain’t what you thought she was, is she?”

Polly lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing a fraction. “I don’t like to concede, but you’re right. She isn’t. Brynhild has surprised me with her nature. I never forget what she is, but I’m getting to know that what she is isn’t all she is.” Reaching for his face, she stroked his cheek, laying a pecked kiss upon the other. “I’m pleased for you, love. You look very happy.”

He smiled again, his handsome features lighting up the dim glow coming from the bedroom. “I am, Pol. Might not have been long, but I am.”

“Come on.” Opening her arm, she draped it around his shoulders, steering him down the corridor in the direction of the stairs. “Let’s go get drunk and eat too much food, have a good ole’ knees up.”

Walking down into the throng of people milling around the welcome hall, the mix of guests were mostly business, both legitimate and not so, family and friends, servers carrying trays of drinks and food, the laughter and chatter filling the spruce-scented air. John was just reaching for a whiskey when he felt a cool hand slip into his, Bryn arriving with him, taking a champagne flute from a passing member of the wait staff.

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel, my darling?” she asked, pressing herself close to him as he released her hand, wrapping an arm around her instead.

“To be the most beautiful woman in the room?”

She sipped her champagne, eyeing him with a twinkle there in the hypnotic blue of her irises. “Oh, you presume yourself to be so very charming!”

His smirk widened. “Are you charmed?”

“I am,” she hummed.

“Then I’m fucking charming.” He kissed her head, his arm tightening around her. “Tell me about what underwear you’ve got on under that dress.”

“You know my thoughts towards underwear, my love,” she purred, kissing his cheek as they moved through the guests. “I don’t like anything that gets in the way of your mouth.”

A bolt shot through him, John closing his eyes for a moment. Opening them, he pulled himself back from the haze of lust to be greeted by an oncoming business associate, fellow bookmaker Kenneth Thompson.

“John! Good evening to you and your fine lady, here! How are you keeping?”

While he and her love got into conversation about the next race meets of the New Year, Bryn found herself beckoned over by Grace and Polly, gliding over through the throng of guests. It was as a young server passed her by that she caught the faintest whiff of it, a smell her nose never failed to detect. Her eyes snapped to the back of the redheaded girl’s neatly pinned tresses, watching her move from guest to guest.

“You’re on alert,” Polly noted when she arrived with them, seeing how Bryn suddenly appeared much less casual in demeanour. “What is it?” Although not knowing her for long, she’d familiarised herself with how the vampire carried herself, the minute changes within her normally quite stoic disposition. Polly Gray well understood when it paid to be observant.

“That girl,” Bryn began, pointing with her champagne flute. “Grace, how new is she within your employment? Also, is she local?”

“Very new,” she confirmed, her eyes following the cold, hard stare of her vampire friend’s eyes. “Everybody is, though. With us only officially moving in recently, the staff were hired just over a week ago. As for where she’s from, Tyneside according to her references. Why do you ask?”

“Thought I recognised her locally. I must be mistaken.” she lied, giving Polly a look that she read instantly. Tommy hadn’t filled in Grace over everything regarding Bryn, other than to obviously keep what she was well under her hat. Initially, she hadn’t believed him at all, laughing away under the impression that he was having her on upon their first meet. When Bryn had proved it by popping her fangs, she’d almost fallen out of her chair.

With Grace called away to continue playing gracious hostess, Polly moved Bryn into the corner of the room away from earshot of the other partygoers. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“That girl,” she began, her eyes flitting away to follow her before they snapped back to Polly. “She does not bathe often, for not only do I detect a fine scent of body odour, but I also smell Rasmussen on her. It is faint, but present.”

“You’re fucking joking me,” she hissed, eyes scanning the room. “I’ll get John and Tommy, let’s get this sorted.”

Immediately, Bryn gripped her arm. “No, no, Polly. We need not involve the men just yet. Let me watch her. Act as you normally would, begin to laugh at everything I’m saying.”

Polly’s faux, yet believable chuckle filled the air, Bryn affixing a huge smile to her face before launching into a real story, all the while watching the girl as she flitted from guest to guest. For all intents and purposes, they were having a wonderful Christmas Eve, with no suspicions over any infiltration to their circle.

Every so often, the serving girl’s eyes would find Bryn, studying her in confirmation of this, the vampire feeling her entire being hum on high alert. As soon as she exited the welcome hall, Bryn moved to follow her, ducking speedily into the shadows as she stalked her, the girl looking as if she was heading back down to the kitchen.

There was a pantry just to the side of the grand kitchen, a designated space where the butler would keep track of the household provisions at a small desk and put in the orders at the grocery, baker and butcher on a twice-weekly basis, Bryn remaining concealed from sight as the girl quietly made her way inside. She was just about to enter after her when John and Polly appeared.

“Oi, don’t you look at me like that, Brynhild,” Polly whispered sternly, noting the displeasure she was viewed with. “Wasn’t me who said anything.”

“She’s right, love” John spoke, touching a hand to her shoulder. “It was me who felt it.”

Of course, he would. John Shelby had so much of her blood travelling through his veins at that point, he might as well have called himself Brynhild Mark Two. Holding a finger to her lips, Bryn listened, hearing the serving girl make her request to the telephone exchange. Rasmussen.

Bingo.

“Mr Rasmussen, I hope I am not disturbing you.”

Before John or Polly knew it, Bryn was gone from before them, the butler’s pantry door flung open, both striding in to find the telephone cable pulled from the socket and a snarling Bryn pressing the girl down onto the desk by her throat.

“How much did he pay you to infiltrate?” she growled, her fangs bared, the girl shaking in fright as she found herself at the very wrong end of a powerful vampire’s temper.

“I-I d-d-don't know w-what you...”

“Oh, bloody spare us!” Polly exclaimed, closing the door behind them. “You can’t fool a nose like hers. She smelled them on you.”

“B-but I-I...”

Bryn’s gripped tightened. “I said, how much, child?”

“T-ten p-pounds.”

A lot of money for a girl who she estimated likely earned less than a third of that a week. “I will pay you treble that to call him back right now and tell him that I am not among the Shelby family. For I know that is why you are here. As my friend just stated, I can smell them on you.” She shook her head, her nose crinkling. “Poor, unfortunate girl. Perhaps if you bathed more often, you might have been successful.”

Nodding through her shakes, she felt on the verge of wetting her knickers in fear, watching the vampire as she looked to her companions. “Darling, plug the telephone back in.”

John nodded, eyeing the girl with distaste, Bryn going into her small clutch bag and pulling out three ten-pound notes. “Here. I will pay you this to deliver the message. That is all you have to do. Do you understand?”

“I-I do.”

Bryn beamed, but her smile carried not a trace of warmth to it. “Good.”

With the phone reconnected, the girl tucked her money into her neat little apron, taking the receiver and once again requesting the correct name to the exchange.

“Helen, we were cut off before. Now, what do you have for us, pet?” Edward asked upon answering, the girl not able to drag her eyes away from Bryn, shaking with fright at the faint sound of her rumbling warning growl.

“I’m afraid I have nothing.” She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “The woman you described is not within the guests. Just about everybody else notable is, but not any women with dark hair and a tattooed throat and chest, I’m afraid, sir.”

“Stick around, she mightn't have arrived yet. Like we said, it might be another. Sounds daft, love, but look out for people who are paler than usual, and who don’t eat or drink with quite the same gusto as others do, like.”

“Shall do, sir. I will report back tomorrow evening.” With that, the call ended, Helen finding herself on the receiving end of three very angry looking people. Well, only two were people. “What do I tell him tomorrow?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve anything to do with vampires being around the family, tell him whatever the fuck you like,” John spoke, moving to impose himself before her, reaching into his pocket to pull out his knife. “And if you do fucking breathe a word about her to anyone, we will find out, and bab, you don’t want to know what I’ll fucking do to ya. We clear?”

With a cold blade pressed against her cheek and the even colder glare of a vampire upon her, Helen nodded. “I shan’t say anything. I’ll just tell him there wasn’t any here. I promise, just please don’t hurt me.”

Returning the knife to his pocket, he patted her cheek with his hand. “Good girl. Now, go up and pack your bags. Now.”

“No.” Halting her with a splayed hand to her chest, Bryn stood in her path, shaking her head as she looked to John. “We must ensure she makes that call, John. If she doesn’t, then they will deduce that I am here and have dealt with her.”

She was right. “What do you plan on doing to her?”

Bryn pondered his statement for all of five seconds. “Fetch me some rope. We tie her to a chair in here and tell no one to enter. Then we come down here again at sundown tomorrow, let her make her call and escort her from the premises.”

“And what the fuck are we meant to tell the serving staff, why they can’t come in here all of a sudden?” he asked, perplexed.

Shaking her head in bafflement, a frown of light incredulity creased her forehead. “Darling, you run both legitimate and cooked books for a living; you’re better at mathematics than most of the fucking Arabs who created it. You’re also a goddamned Shelby, lying is in your nature. Do not tell me such mental calculus is beyond you.” Her eyebrows continued to rise, gesticulating wildly with her free hand. “Bloody make something up!”

Polly couldn’t keep the smile from her face at how Bryn had both managed to praise and admonish him at the exact same time, especially watching John not know whether to be annoyed or enamoured by the crisply delivered statement from his lady.

“I ain’t sure if I want to fuck you or slap you right now.”

“I’ll let you do both later,” she winked, nodding towards the door. “Rope. Now.” As soon as he left the pantry, Polly was in soft fits.

“Oh, my giddy aunt!” she snorted, lighting herself a cigarette while Bryn pushed a still terrified, but complacent Helen down into the wooden chair behind the desk. “Seeing you run circles around my bloody nephew like that is the only Christmas present I’ll need this year.”

Bryn smirked, taking Helen’s hand and popping her fangs, forcing the young woman’s finger to her mouth and piercing the tip upon the point of one of those long, sharp teeth. Helen winced, Bryn licking the drop of blood that swelled forth. “There is my insurance, should stupidity and luck be on your side and mean you somehow escape. I will be able to find my way to you instantly.”

With the way John bound her legs and arms to the chair upon his return, though, Bryn sorely doubted that Helen would be going anywhere, but took the phone with them just in case. “Please tell me that one day you shall delight my senses by tying me to the bed like that.”

He paused upon the staircase, raising an eyebrow. “You could get out of it in about half a second, though.”

“I could,” she purred, leaning close to flick her tongue against his earlobe, giving it a little nibble. “I wouldn’t attempt to, though.”

“You,” he began, waving a finger at her, “you need to pack it in, you do. We’ve got to go fill Tommy in over all of this and you’ve bloody gone and gotten me at half-mast as it fucking is.” He nodded downwards, Bryn seeing the outline of his cock beginning to tent his trousers, chuckling as she grinned.

“Well, my, my.” Leaning close, she kissed him, her lips all fiery honey upon his. “It looks like something is looking up this evening after all.”

Carrying on up the stairs, she left him standing there waiting to deflate again, shaking his head as he muttered. “Bloody insufferable temptress.”

“I heard that.”

“You were fucking meant to, bab!” he shouted, making the server passing him jump, John placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder as he grinned widely, the man continuing his trajectory. “God, I love that woman.”

As she stepped back into the throng of the party, Bryn heard that, too. She would never tire of it either, slipping her hand into his when he joined her after a few moments, fully calmed in the trouser department as they walked over to where Polly waited for them, opening the door to Tommy’s office.

“Grace specifically told me no business tonight, so whatever this is, make it quick,” he spoke, taking a seat behind his desk, looking up to see Arthur enter the room, neatly closing the door behind him and shutting out the noise from the party.

“Do not worry, Tommy. I have every intention of being perfectly concise so we may resume this wonderful evening you and Grace have put together for us,” Bryn began, Tommy nodding in acknowledgement of her praise, his eyes fixing upon her. “A spy sent by Edward Rasmussen infiltrated your serving staff. It was only because the dirty girl does not bathe quite as often as one should that I managed to smell their scent upon her, knew she had been close to them.

“She was sent here to look for me specifically. I apprehended her with John and Polly prior to her delivering news to Edward himself, intercepted the phone call she was shortly to make, forcing her to tell him all was clear. He expects her to call in again tomorrow to confirm that no vampire fitting my image, or any other for that matter arrived here at Arrow House.”

Arthur leaned around Polly, nodding to her. “You alright though, love? She ain’t burned you with no silver or nothing, has she?”

Bryn was touched by his concern. “I am fine, dear Arthur. Trust and believe if she had of attempted to wound me, your brother would have likely acted swiftly.”

“Wouldn’t fucking half have,” John muttered, pulling a cigar from his pocket and lighting up.

Tommy digested her words, drawing idly upon his cigarette. “Which serving girl was it?”

“Helen.”

“And where is Helen now?”

“Tied up in the butler’s pantry.”

He rose to his feet. “Good enough, Brynhild.” Walking around the desk, he placed a hand to John’s shoulder as he passed. “Fits into our world just nicely does your lady, John boy. We’ll deal with this tomorrow.” Opening his door, he gestured through the space, the noise of the merriment filling the air as his family filed back out. Bryn was the last to leave, Tommy halting her with a soft hand to her forearm.

“I’ll leave it to your discretion, whether Helen actually leaves the grounds or not tomorrow,” he whispered, his stare so strong Bryn felt it boring into the back of her skull. “Either way, though, she is to be gone and kept quiet.”

Bryn would not have survived for as long as she had, should she not have known well how to read between the lines. Smiling, she leaned to kiss Tommy’s cheek, gliding from the room to take another glass of champagne and slide in at her love’s side once more, the head of the family watching her as he closed the heavy office door behind him.

In offering his protection to Bryn, he saw well how the alliance benefitted him from her being close to them. Literally being able to smell the faint trace of an enemy upon a person was a skill he wished he possessed, but did not need to now that he had the most powerful vampire in England close with his family.

Tommy Shelby knew a valuable asset when he saw one. The fact that she made his younger brother the happiest looking man in the room didn’t hurt either.

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muse-oleum · 8 months

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Need – Elijah Mikaelson x Gia

This was first posted over on ao3 but I figured I would bring it over here to help revive the #gilijah tag a little bit.

Beware, below be smut.

He really ought to purchase a bed frame.

Although, in retrospect, it probably wouldn’t last long, between the two of them. He looked at the woman sleeping soundly by his side, her head pillowed on his arm, her cheek pressed against his bicep. There was a vulnerability about her just now that he hadn’t seen since the beginning, back in that bar where he’d told her he would mentor her.

Somehow, he doubted he had ever envisioned it would turn out like this.

Gia murmured something in her sleep, turning further on her side and closer to him. Unwilling to disturb her, he allowed it, running a hand through her hair, waiting for her to settle back down to sleep.

The young vampire was an enigma. He supposed he really should be more worried about how well Marcel had pinpointed this particular weakness of his—this need to fix, to mend the jagged pieces of a broken soul. And, in order to willingly become a vampire, she would have had to be beyond broken, past the point of no return but not so far as to be completely unreachable. At least Marcel had learnt a valuable lesson: only turn those who know it is coming. Exercise caution on all fronts, watch out for them and for them, do not leave them running unchecked.

This was an ideal he had once held onto so strongly he could still feel some echo of it.

Of course, back then, the Strix had been an elite, the vampire sireline, the work of one of his first lifetimes and crushed mercilessly into the dust by his father and his own devotion to his family.

The fact that Gia was not of his own sireline but that of his brother’s should have disconcerted him too. But he was far too consumed by more pressing matters, most concerning of which was his sister’s current predicament. He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. His siblings seemed to find new ways of giving him grey hair every day, metaphorically speaking.

“Stop thinking about it,” came a sleepy voice from somewhere below his chin.

He felt her move, her hair tickling his arm when she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. At the beginning, her defiance had been nothing short of irritating; then, amusing, and now? Now he had another, much more visceral reaction to the stern look she was giving him.

Her brown eyes studied him under dark lashes minutely narrowed, straight at him.

“We’ll find a way to help your sister, in the meantime, since Marcel is watching over her and there’s no way he’s letting anything happen to her tonight, you should get some sleep before the no doubt batshit insane day tomorrow has in store for us.”

It was so easy, the way she said “us”, as if it cost her nothing to include herself into the equation; she, a young vampire with trust issues, embroiled in their family’s business and still swimming. There was, however, a slight note of regret when she mentioned Marcel. His fingers flexed against her scalp.

He longed to suck it out of her.

Desire, for a vampire, was a powerful feeling, almost impossible to repress once let out, like a wild animal that refused to be caged in again. Over the centuries, he had had countless lovers; some had counted more for him than others, some he had actually loved and others he had taken to bed to satisfy a physical need fueled purely by lust. It had been a long time since someone, somehow, had the potential to encompass all three categories at once.

That scared him more than anything.

Gia was still looking at him, her head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed less in suspicion and more in pleasure as she leaned into his touch. He grasped the back of her head, massaging her neck and relishing in the little sigh she gave him. Slowly, giving her time to back away should she prefer to, he leaned in towards her, angling his body above hers, still covered by the bedsheets he had thrown over them earlier. She held his gaze, hers now sultry, pupils dilated and he knew she wanted him again.

He crashed his lips onto hers with a force that would have made a human bleed, but would only momentarily bruise for her. His tongue caressed hers, chasing away any remnants of her regret over Marcel, pining her down under him as his hands tore away the sheets to grasp her thighs. She gasped when he hooked one over his hip, his mouth moving down her neck to her breast, flattening his tongue against the sensitive skin, growling when she moved to press herself against him, her hands raking through his hair.

He swirled his tongue to the rhythm his fingers beat inside of her, drawing another gasp. She was teasing him, testing him, holding it back.

He wanted it all.

Slowly, he increased the pressure of his fingers, his thumb massaging her in the exact same way his tongue was still latched onto her, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. He nipped at her, none too gently, and she arched her back, helpless against the tingles of pleasure running through her. It was almost painful, his teeth on her breast and his fingers inside her too much, and she cried out his name in agony, the kind only ecstasy could bring.

She knew he wasn’t done with her the moment she felt his mouth leave her breast to travel down her stomach. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, anticipation mounting even as she still vibrated from the high he’d just given her.

He growled when he licked up her folds and she nearly came again, just from the sound, so unlike him and so very… vampiric. And then he dove in and all thoughts flew from her brain as his tongue began a familiar pattern, one the fingers caressing her stomach mimicked, creeping up towards her breasts. She bore down against him, needing to feel more. His other hand kept her hips down on the bed, keeping her from chasing her own pleasure.

She was at his mercy.

She didn’t mind it.

He licked into her slowly, his nose brushing her clit and she moaned, loud enough for all of New Orleans to hear. Elijah smirked, pressing a kiss right where his tongue had been, before sucking, hard. Gia shook under him, completely undone, and he swore under his breath, his erection hard and aching against his thigh. He bit her thigh, letting her catch her breath in a moment of uncanny generosity, before kissing his way back up her body, lingering slightly longer than necessary upon her breasts, desperate to tease another one of those delightful moans out of her.

Her hips crashed against his, a breathy sound that sounded like his name leaving her lips, and he sank into her, the relief so profound that he nearly came. She was perfect, matching the rhythm of his hips seamlessly, her breasts pressed flat against his chest. He snaked a hand under her, bringing her up to straddle him, her neck arching at the change in pressure. He raked his eyes over her, his teeth biting down hard on his lips, watching as she rode him towards another orgasm. Of their own volition, his thumbs caressed up her thighs to play with her nipple again, a fascination with them he couldn’t shake. She ground down on him in retaliation and he could not help but moan at the feeling.

She was lost in her rhythm and he matched it, his own pleasure mounting until he felt as if his groin was going to combust and then she bore down one final time, hand crashing against the wall behind him, and the thought of her leaving a hole in his wall had him choking out her name, hips stuttering against hers, spilling inside her.

Gia’s breathy moans were the only things he could hear in the haze of his own pleasure, only dimly aware of the fact that he was cradling her to him, his hands running down her back soothingly. Her muscles were still grasping at him, overstimulated, and he momentarily marveled at the way she could arouse him again so soon. Gently, he kissed the side of neck, trying to bring his breathing back under control, his hands settling against her hips as he mouthed beneath her ear.

She swiveled her hips and he groaned, raking a hand through her hair, letting her take the lead. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it anytime soon, but by the gods did he need it.

He rested his head back against the wall, his eyes catching on the slight dent she had made. Helplessly, he arched his back, thrusting up into her, relishing in the sight of her eyes rolling back, neck arched, chest heaving.

She was delicious, and all his to enjoy.

Flipping them over, he let go, allowing his vampire side to take over, thrusting down into her with such a force her fingers tore through the bedsheets, nails sharp and biting on the flesh of his shoulders before she raked them down his back. Pleasure overtook him so strongly he cried out her name against her neck, her own orgasm washing over him, sharpening his pleasure into something almost unbearable.

And still, the voice in his head would not quiet. He wanted more. More, more, more.

Of her.

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fairyqueentitana · 1 year

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Let's talk about TVD

For those who don't know TVD is the shortened name for the series known as The Vampire Diaries, the story centres around a girl by the name of Elena Gilbert after the tragic death of her parents.

Elena survives the accident that took her parents' lives and is preparing for her first day of school at the beginning of the series. Now, this all seems nice and mundane until the story progresses and she is dragged into the world of vampires, witches and werewolves, did I mention that she is a doppelganger and the most essential ingredient in a ritual that she has to die in. Yeah so not how she saw her life going.

To make matters worse she gets trapped in a love triangle between her boyfriend Stefan and his brother Damon. Right now that you are all caught up let's jump in.

While the show is quite popular and people celebrate the final victories of Elena and her friends I have an issue with multiple things.

Several Characters in this show are SA'ed one way or another and everyone acts like it's okay. When we are introduced to the Salvatore brothers the reason we are given for their feud is a woman. Not just any woman their sire and the 2nd doppelganger Katerina Petrova aka Katherine Pierce. She moves into their home and flirts with both men while compelling them to keep the relationship a secret from the other brother. While Damon was okay with her vampirism, Stefan was not he was horrified and did not want to be intimate with her anymore. What does Katherine do? Compel him to be fine with it and then continues to be intimate with him. Guys that isn't normal she should have stopped what she did was wrong. The second example is Damon Salvatore who I have to wonder if he is a serial offender what he did to Caroline was awful and nobody really told him off about it he even became best friends with her mother! Then he proceeds to do this with Andy Starr and admits that he was taught to do this by his mentor a female vampire by the name of Sage. He never apologises for these things. Others who come to mind are Klaus, Kol and Lucien however I can't confirm these so they are off the hook.

Elena Gilbert is either Toxic/narcissistic as hell. While at the beginning of the show, we see her as a mourning and afraid girl who is protective of her family which is not really who she is. She uses her friends to their own detriment not caring about the consequences until they really affect her. When she finds out about what Damon was doing to Caroline she scolded him briefly and moved on from the matter then after Caroline is changed she seems to completely forget why Caroline doesn't like Damon and even starts to treat him better than her friend. Another thing Bonnie Bennett has died countless times to protect and help Elena always at her own determent. When Bonnie dies she cries when she finds out it can kill Bonnie she cries but she does not learn from this at all, may I remind yall Bonnie's grams died doing something for ELENA. Then when it comes to not making enemies this girl just makes things worse for herself I mean yes Rebekah was the villain in her book but she had a chance to earn respect and Rebekah's trust what does this girl do stabs her in the back literally then pouts and cries when Rebekah runs her off of a bride when she in her infinite wisdom would not have been in that situation if she had left the woman alone. The situation with the cure as well pissed me off as they knew the consequences of killing an original and chose to kill Kol committing mass genocide and leaving Klaus with his brother's corpse. We all know they could have incapacitated him instead or like any wise person wait on Klaus. Elena is everyone's focus and they constantly sacrifice for her and she does not ever decide to do something smart about it to have a peaceful life. That bothers me.

Caroline and Bonnie Deserved Better. Let's start with our dear Bennett witch, Bonnie Shelia Bennett is a year younger than Elena and so far has died more times than anyone in the show. She never gets a happy ending at all Luka was not on her side and dies, Ben kidnaps her, Jeremy cheats on her and eventually dies, Kai is infatuated with her but tries to kill her, Kol and her would have been fun but it never came to pass and Enzo is killed by Stefan. In addition to it, all her family literally has bad luck with doppelgangers, Amara ran off with Qetsiyah's fiance, Katherine sold out Emily and got her burned at the stake and Elena was the reason Bonnie's mum lost her magic and became a vampire, Shelia died and Bonnie well you get my point. Everything was for Elena and Bonnie lost everything so many times. Now unto Caroline, she has been compelled, raped, taken advantage of, killed and turned without her consent, hated by her parents, and tortured by one of them. And before Klaus, she was of the opinion that every guy she was interested in preferred Elena. And sometimes Elena made things worse. She had a crush on Stefan he turned her down for the copy of his ex/rapist. She likes Matt that's cool and all but he still loves and will always choose Elena. He even looks to her for guidance/approval when it comes to his relationship with the blonde. And Tyler is an idiot who is situationally in love with caroline. The only man that really and truly wanted her honestly she could not be with cause he was Elena's enemy. And she only tells him on the condition he leaves town, not for her sake but everyone else's. When she finally gets Stefan he dies on the same day they get married. Caroline and Bonnie never get their happy-ending relationships because both of them lose the men they love every time. In addition, I would like to point out that they sacrificed so much and hardly got anything from it. Moving on from their love lives when someone turns off their humanity a lot of the things they say are honest to a point. I firmly believe a lot of the misery Elena put the both through without her humanity was the deeply buried thoughts the girl had. There is so much more I want to touch on but I'll leave these three points for now. Please note that I will be doing another relationship dive on TVD and the next show getting talked about will be either MLB, H2O just add water or Teen Wolf.

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kassies-take · 8 months

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If You Learned Her Truth

You: I have to ask for the sake of my tribe, how many people have you killed?

Rosalie: *stiffens*

You: *squeezes her hand* you don’t have to answer that. From your reaction alone I can tell you disapprove of it.

Rosalie: 8

You: any recently

Rosalie: no they all happened in 1933. *smirks* Believe it or not I never had a drop of human blood, I couldn’t bear them being inside me like that or ever again.

You: *snaps your head towards her at the wording and frowns* and your urge to kill now?

Rosalie: just one, Bella

You: *laughs* you and me both. I wouldn’t be opposed to adding my brother on that list or Old Quil

Rosalie: Quil? Is a shifter?

You: his father was and his grandson is. Quil Alteara III. *vents* He sits on the council and is a stickler for rules and traditions. There’s never been female shifters in Quileute history let alone two. Leah and I are anomalies and he hates us for it. Me more than Leah cause I’m the resident rebel.

Rosalie: and your father?

You: oh, he usually just sits there doing nothing. He wants Jacob as Alpha. It’ll give him a sense of pride to fulfill the Black line legacy.

Rosalie: *sarcastic* it’s nice to know that time hasn’t changed anything

You and Rosalie: *sits in silence*

You: *gets up to skip rocks*

Rosalie: I was young, same age as you, but I yearned for a family of my own. A husband to kiss me when he got home from work, a house, my own baby.

You: *turns around to look at her*

Rosalie: Royce King II was the most eligible bachelor in town and he was mine. I was in love with the idea of love, convinced myself that he could fill the emptiness only a woman could.

You: *sits down and holds her hand*

Rosalie: on the last night of my life I was leaving a friend’s house late. I wish I had called my father to escort me home, it wasn’t far from home. A cluster of men stood around in the dark, drunk

You: *stiffens*

Rosalie: Royce called me over and the others laughed stupidly. He wanted to show me off.

You: *growls and snarls*

Rosalie: *whispers* he ripped the clothes off my body. I remember the brass buttons of my coat popping and scattering all over the street. Tearing the hat off my head, pins pulling out my roots. Passing me around till they all had their share. They left me in the streets, thought I was dead *venom filled tears gather*

You: *wipes away her tears*

Rosalie: trust me I wanted to be. Quinn, my biological sister, she disappeared a few years back in the ‘28 Times Square derailment , turned by Carlisle. They both found me, they smelled all the blood. They thought they were helping

You: *hugs her*

Rosalie: *menacingly smiles* I got my revenge on them. One at a time. Saved Royce for last so he knew I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then.

You: *remembers this from somewhere* a wedding dress?

Rosalie: *smirks* stolen for the occasion, well it was suppose to be mine.

You: *retells a plot of a crime novel* Royce… was hidden in a windowless room. Behind a door as thick as a vault. Guarded by three men.

Rosalie: *frowns* yes. How do you know that

You: *continues* Each victim contorted limb for limb, limb by limb. Not a drop of blood in sight. But the floors stained with their sins. The scene was clean, no indication of what weapon was used no evidence to prove anyone was there?

Rosalie: How? How do you know this?

You: *jaw drops* oh my god! *falls on your back and flutters your feet* I knew it was real! You’re the bride! It wasn’t a vengeful spirit! It was a vengeful and beautiful vampire!

Rosalie: *frowns*

You: you’re the Rochester Bride! There’s a book about you!

Rosalie: *raises eyebrows* there’s a what now?

You: The Revenge of the Rochester Bride! Oh my god! *gasps* can you sign my book? *fangirling*

Rosalie: doll! Doll *grabs you arm*

You: *stops and eyes widen* I’m sorry. I was insensitive. You just told me your story and I asked for an autograph. I’m sorry *hugs her* if I could go back I’d rip their heads off! But the author did you justice. Rosalie: I forgive you. It was cute

You: *reins in your emotions and holds both her hands*

Rosalie: you’re not frightened?

You: never by you. You should see how heavily annotated my book is. Beat up some of the guys for the pain you felt. You never should’ve gone through that; I only wish I can give you everything you wanted.

Rosalie: the pack… the other wolves, they’ll know about this won’t they

You: no. Leah and I learned how to close our minds to the pack. Unless I have some emotional crisis

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grappel-writes · 7 months

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Read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49728328/chapters/125521087 Back in the sunlight, amongst the living after 200 years, and Astarion is woefully unprepared. He doesn’t have to jerk back from the rays of warmth, expecting a searing pain, nor does he have to slyly weave an invitation out of a homeowner. He passes right over thresholds with his other companions with the same ease as them; the lovely discomforts of walking through running streams. Small ceremonies of the living that he had missed desperately, and the price of experiencing these with no outward reaction was a small one to pay. The shackles of his half-existence as a vampire shed, all but for one. The hunger.

He copes with it as best he can, indulging in massive, strong, living animals that he would have never even dreamed of being allowed at the palace. Boar, cattle, a bear! With them he’s stronger, more capable, feels closer to life than he can ever remember, and yet it still isn’t enough. No, his need is specific, and he’s learning that only the taste of a forbidden thinking creature will truly sate him.

Perhaps forbidden no longer, there is no master to report to anymore, no guards to call in these wilds. Only tired allies that rest deeply through the night after a hard day’s travel. Every beating heart surrounds him like a chorus, calling, pushing him closer and closer to ferality. It can’t be helped, if he wants to continue traveling with his only hope for dealing with the damned worm, he has to give in. He needs the strength, and needs to prove to both himself and Cazador that he can be more than the husk that floated through those dark halls. The decision to feed has been made.

The vampire had given much thought to what kind of person he’d want as his first. Idling away slow days in the dormitory crafting his perfect victim with his siblings in hushed, conspiratorial whispers. Many years of this conversation had put together a clear image for him. Some of the other spawn dreamt of men as large as a house, enough blood to glut on, drinking literal power straight from the source. Others from a beauty with a thin arched neck and an enchanting sigh that hollowed into death. Something that would leave a beautiful corpse, like making art. Astarion, however, had always had very high standards. He wanted both, strength and beauty, but above even those, he wanted someone who was full of life. If he was going to steal it, he wanted only the best there was to offer. Someone that glowed with the light of day and the promise of renewed unlife.

That fantasy had been locked away to stale until he had met Orion, the half elf, their gallant man-in-arms and unofficial leader. At first, he didn’t seem any different from another fist or soldier to the vampire. Stern, humorless, and guarded to the nines. Everything from his jaw down covered, heavily armored, including his personality. But after a week of travel, and slowly chipping away at his defenses with carefully placed glances and comments,, Astarion discovered it was all an act. Their soldier was scared, really, and he was holding things together with the things he found comfort in. Drills, discipline, ruthlessness. He reveled in the comfort of the routine until little by little, he began to trust those who traveled with him enough to drop the act. In truth, Orion is quick to laugh (with a morbid sense of humor), quick to anger, and even quicker to talk about himself. He speaks freely of his home back in Baldur’s gate, his father a Lord and retired advisor to a now dead duke, his older brother following in those footsteps. Orion lights up telling childhood tales of his far more responsible brother, Dalin, and how his mother is the most generous woman he knows. When he talks about them his smile is still bright, unburdened. An easy mark.

That damned smile, with a dimple on only one side, is what complicates things first. Years of habit pulls him to Orion’s side and he falls nicely into the routine. If they were going to have a very strong, very chatty, and wealthy man as their spokesperson, Astarion had to be sure that he was a favorite. The half-elf lets him in easily, happy to share his time and company with the other. They talk of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion manages to bluff his way through the politics well enough with what little he remembers, and they talk of drink, the quickest and slowest ways to kill an enemy. Orion admits to liking the explosive drama of a bashed skull, Astarion likes to play with his prey and make them suffer. And each time they talk, the fighter disarms his malicious intentions with that smile.

The closer they get, the more Astarion notices Orion’s other charms: the light he seems to carry just under his skin, like he was blessed by the sun itself. A straight, proud nose dusted over the bridge and cheeks with freckles that had darkened after a full day outside. The points of shorter ears barely breach through warm brown curls that are highlighted amber by hours spent in the sun. His skin tanned, and golden eyes that put a sunrise to shame. Once those pin the vampire down, coupled with that intoxicating smile of a young man who had never known hardship, it was easy to forget he had just put an ax nearly clean through a man’s torso with little forethought. Just being near him is warmth. Hearing him speak feels like whiskey in the veins, and Astarion can’t stay away. And if he puts himself in an advantageous position for solving their little worm shaped problem while ensuring that the fighter with a mighty arm will at least hesitate before killing him when the truth inevitably comes out, all the better.

Even after days of building rapport, it takes that many shared nights with their strange little band before Orion no longer insists on taking first watch through the night. Instead, he finally relaxes, the soldier at rest in front of them for the first time. After their leader finally shucks his last few pieces of armor, standing before them in a high collared, long sleeved shirt, he’s revealing more than any of them had ever seen before. Astarion is only pulled in farther by the challenge.

Sitting on the rug in front of his basic, dark green tent, Orion carefully works a whetstone over a dagger blade when an Astarion shaped shadow casts over him. The tent is open, revealing where the half elf has sloppily stitched in colorful patches of fabric and hung sweet smelling herbs from the ridge pole. The cot is neatly made, his things organized as neatly as they can be in the small space. The simple trappings of a man who’s used to much nicer lodgings. Astarion intends to hypocritically tease the rich blood about it, until something else catches his eye. The vampire stands straight, chin lifted, and from this angle he can see just a single loop of a tattoo peeking over Orion’s protective collar. “My, our little lordling has a secret.”

Gold eyes shoot straight up, mouth parted in surprise. “What?” He slowly lowers the whetstone, looking over his shoulder into his tent to see what the elf could possibly be referring to with a nervous smile. “Not on purpose. What are you accusing me of, Astarion?” Still standing tall, the elf crosses his arms with a playfully teasing hum. “Well that’s no fun, why don’t you guess? No - even better - let me guess and you tell me if I’m right or not.”

Orion smirks and goes back to working on his blade, playing coy. He’s beginning to grow fond of Astarion’s games, and would be lying if he said the attention from someone so striking was unwelcome.

“It’s something from when you were young. Well, younger.” the elf leans forward with a lowered voice, “and that you regret.” “Hm,” a shrug, Orion flips the dagger to inspect the edge, “Maybe if I knew what you were talking about…” “Something you like to keep concealed,” Astarion ignores the comment, “And something you don’t ever want anyone to find out. Something that would change how people see you, how they treat you, even.” “Even you?” “Especially me, my practical friend. But don’t worry, I think I’ve learned something… interesting about you. You've got some fascinating secrets lurking just below the surface, haven't you?"

Astarion was expecting a huff, dismissal, anything but that soft look the fighter gives him. The last rays of light of a setting sun glow around him, lit by him just as much as they light him. For a second, Astarion almost thinks he can feel his dead heart respond. “Oh really?” Orion’s figured it out, his hand goes up to the collar of his shirt to tug it higher and hide that loop. “You’re only wrong about one thing - I don’t regret it.” his look goes through the other, gentling at some distant, hidden memory. “I don’t know if I believe you. Always so boarded up and guarded. You must be covered in hundreds of them. Are they exciting? Lover's names? Nothing more regretful than that."

“Hah! Nothing like that…” dagger is set aside, whetstone tossed into the basket that holds rags, oils, stones, a hammer. Orion stands, just barely taller than his companion, and slowly, tortuously, unfastens that tall collar. A sharp, ruby, predator’s gaze locks on the newly revealed skin. The shirt just barely opens to the collarbones, and he takes it all in hungrily. The column of Orion’s neck is smooth, and now open to the air seems to smell so much sweeter. And there, proudly covering the entire left side of his neck, is a single rose in loops of twisting, thorny vines. He lifts his chin, showing it off better, and leaving the vampire feeling weak in the knees.

“Well what have we here, I would have never guessed you had a softer side...” he shifts his weight, allowing himself to lean in just a little closer to pretend to look at the art and not how the skin jumps with a pulse from underneath. It takes all his willpower to maintain his mask, to remember that the others are nearby, watching, ready to act if he were to give in.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Orion’s looking out into the tree line with red coloring his cheeks and ears, gods be damned Astarion doesn’t know how he can carry on like this. "Hm? Sorry. What did you say…? Hard to believe, yes-!" A few rapid blinks to tear his attention away from the clawing hunger. "You're so…" waves a hand to conjure the right word, "Proper? Good? I mean it's still a flower, hardly scandalous subject matter, but the neck is rather bold. Why there?"

“It's a long story. Was supposed to be on my brother’s, but he lost a bet. Dad would have died to see his heir looking so delinquent. And I was already, well… the expectations weren't high." “Because of your mother?" Astarion finishes the thought for him, as if he were commenting on the weather. That truth had been obvious to him from the start. It’s a tale as old as time; some wealthy lord takes an elven mistress on an extended diplomatic trip. The son is brought back, or left behind to grow resentful of his mixed heritage. “You’re a bastard, right?"

With a throat clear, Orion works from the bottom up to fasten the collar again, feeling like the rug had been pulled from under him. "Put that together fast… Yes. But there are worse things." The vampire does a poor job of hiding his disappointment with a tilted head and pout. “Oh I didn’t mean it like that, you don’t have to punish me for it. It must feel so much better to get that off your chest. Or your neck, I suppose. Secrets weigh on you.” Astarion steps closer and with just his pointer finger he holds the last clasp on the top of the collar open so the half elf can’t finish putting it back together. Orion stammers when his fingers bump into Astarion's hand. He's only a mortal and his blush darkens, pulse quickens even more. “It’s not really a secret…” He tries, watching the golden embroidery on Astarion’s clothes instead of his face. “The ears give it away, you know?”

“Indeed they do. Anyone can see it from a mile away. No point in trying to hide something so obvious. Anyone could look at you and guess how strong you are, that you prefer ale to wine, and that your human 'parents' probably favor the son with nice, round ears.” Daring further, he pulls that collar apart again, quickly flicking open the second clasp with practiced ease. Deft hands are careful to touch nothing but the fabric of the shirt, no matter how the warm skin just under begs to be known. The chill of his touch could betray too much. “But the art you wear… You shouldn’t hide it.”

Orion laughs nervously and turns his face away, but leaves the shirt the way Astarion left it. He can't make eye contact. Cute. Astarion retrieves his hand with a very self satisfied smile, and successfully tears his look away from the delicious looking neck and the demanding need to taste him.

The fighter, in kind, does a poor job of hiding how the obvious flirting is getting to him. He has his hands on his hips and half turning away, shifts his weight and fidgets to center himself. He sobers up quickly enough to meet the vampire’s look square again. Astarion holds it level, as forward as always, thrilled with this new bashfulness from the otherwise usually composed man. In another life, if he were a different man and not a spawn… well. Then things would be different. Orion was the kind of man bards wrote tales of, beautiful and strong. The vampire desires him for all the wrong reasons. Hunger grips him again, and he's reminded that things will never be different.

“It was easier this way." Orion's fills in the silence the vampire didn't realize he left. He snaps back to it with ease. "Easier for them to accept I'd do something this stupid instead of him. Kept it covered anyway, didn’t want to cause more problems for my parents. Mostly just for my mom, really- ah, not the one I lived with-”

“The adopted mother, yes. A gracious, broken family. Flaunting your true, rebellious, woodsy nature in front of a woman who decided to live with her husband's mistake… Well, that was a poor decision on her part anyway.” Astarion casts his hands open with a shrug. "I suspect it's why you wear your hair longer as well…?" “Now you’re looking too far into it. If only we were that dark and depressing. Would be less boring. No, they got over that years ago. We're not broken." He pauses, sets his jaw to convince them both of that statement. "Everyone plays nice now. I leave the city to visit mom about once a year. She hates it in the city walls, and dad wants to keep our name out of rumors as much as possible. It’s better this way. And my hair is this length because I like it.” punctuates it by pushing back the curls hanging by his eyes.

“Oh." Astarion clicks his tongue, "That is boring. So sorry to hear about that. It would’ve been delightful if you had a twisted, dark, dramatic home life. Treachery and adultery, a hidden bastard that looks to usurp his brother? Maybe led by the spurned elven mother who's been dismissed to the wilds. Hm.” Astarion props an elbow on a crossed arm, taking in Orion with this new narrative. “Alas, we can’t all be fascinating I suppose.”

“Not like I want to be. Never wanted any of that, or any of this.” He gestures to his head to acknowledge his new friend. “Was planning on just joining up with the Fists. Fall into the ranks, out of the spotlight… Besides, I’d hate to step on your toes. A magistrate, right?" His usual warm look glints, eager to try and turn the tables. If only he knew what a master he was challenging. "I’d never be able to out match all the fucked up skeletons you have in your closet.” “How dare you!" The vampire stands stiff, arms by his side in mock outrage. "All the skeletons in my closet aren’t fucked up. They’re artfully demented. Perfectly manipulated into walking, and dying, there of their own accord. It’s a fine collection.” Turning to the side, he lifts his chin to look down at Orion in smug victory. Tiniest of smiles betraying his amusement. “So you’re right. You’d be no match.”

“Hmm,” Orion tilts his head, a harsh shadow from the nearly set sun casting over his eyes, and for a moment the vampire feels like something has cracked. The wall of half truths breaks just enough for Orion to see through, but he has no idea what’s on display. “Then I’ll leave you to your perfect skeletons, Astarion.”

His name on Orion’s voice sounds… good. He’s heard it many times before in many different voices, but this feels different. Maybe it's being able to hear it in the light of day. Maybe it's the way Orion lingers around, so perfect, trusting and open and always within reach. He speaks the vampire's name not like he’s vermin, not like he’s a gilded prize to be toyed with for just a night, and not with the desperation he’s used to from his targets once they realize how they’ve been betrayed. It’s always simple, strong, like an equal. He savors it each time, lets the sound rest and stay with him after it’s been spoken. He can only assume it’s an infatuation with his prey, nothing more. “And I’ll leave you to your mundane, boring life. Good night, Orion.” With that, he gives a performative half bow and returns to his own tent, knowing full well that this wouldn’t be the end of his night with his target.

The decision is made, he moves tonight. Astarion volunteers to keep watch for the last half of the night, receiving little protest from the companions who all need a full night to sleep. A fated new moon casts the camp in pitch black darkness, and he couldn’t have designed a better opportunity if he were a god. The first few hours crawl on slowly, nerves strung too tight to let time pass by normally. He feels as if every moment of his miserable existence has led to this, a clock counting down that he didn’t even know about until now. He takes the time to try and set his willpower, convincing himself that he’ll be able to pull away when he needs to. Draining the half elf entirely wouldn’t be helpful, he’d much prefer to keep him around. Sneak in, take enough to both sate himself and make his victim too weakened to wake, and leave with no one ever knowing better. If he was successful, he'd not only have renewed power, but a reliable resource for it rather than warming up a new target again. He was tired of living that life.

It takes millenia, the last few moments at the end of hundreds of years, but the time does eventually come. All his companions are in their own tents, trusting that Astarion would stay alert and aware of any threat. Each second and step towards the dark green tent is intentional, labored, ceremonial as if the gods themselves are watching and waiting. The vampire carefully sidesteps Orion's table, littered with chain and weapons like an alarm. Its rough hewn wood full of nicks and divots where the strategist digs his knife in while thinking. Maps are spread out over the table, coins signifying the location of various factions and places of interest. A plain rug spreads out from under the tent to soften the approaching steps, and a pale hand parts the tent to find the flimsy ties that hold it shut.

The first tie falls loose so easily he nearly laughs, “An invitation?” He muses with a smile while he ducks under the opening. Inside, Orion sleeps blessedly shirtless, on his back. The blanket is kicked to the side on this warmer night. Sharp eyes well adjusted to the night take in every new detail. The spread of his mark’s chest is a testament to the half elf’s strength, unsurprising considering the size of weapon he seems to favor. The freckles have also made a return appearance, scattered over the tops of his shoulders and fading down his arms. Head turned to the side, the perfect column of his neck is on display, tattoo regretfully hidden away on the other side. His fang’s marks could be hidden in the ink, if he did it right. Inching around carefully stacked armor on the floor, Astarion comes to kneel by the cot to admire his prey.

A slow, steady pulse moves idly, unsuspecting, under the exposed skin. Orion’s scent calls to him and makes his head swim. This feels right. If the past 200 years hadn’t been torture, he would nearly be grateful to have waited for this to be his first. Instead he'll take it as a consolation prize, a small comfort and repayment for the hell.

Astarion's victim doesn’t move, the hand resting over his stomach only rising with his breathing. His sleeping expression is charming and boyish. Young, soft, unscarred. Evidence that he truly was from a strange but comfortable home. Still in his twenties, it was no wonder he was still blissfully unaware of the horrors of the world. Only way he’d be able to sleep like this, with a monster hovering only a breath away. This softened expression reminds Astarion of other targets, other young men he had known with beautiful smiles. Ones that had never been kissed, who were discovering love. One that motivated him to rebel, and that he cursed while he starved alone in the dark as penance for it. They had always been his weakness, and now, again, his long dead heart stirs. It makes the vampire freeze. No. None of that. Any emotion, whatever emotion, is quickly snuffed out. Tonight wouldn’t be ruined by that. Especially not for a man who, despite how easy it is to forget while looking at his peaceful expression, would find it trivial to end him.

Before he loses his nerve, the vampire commits everything to memory. Every detail, every sound and touch and smell. Things would be forever different after, and he’d like to mark his last moments before that. He ghosts a finger over the vine of the barely seen tattoo, their little secret, and the warmth radiating from that waiting pulse is too much. He’s unable to control the need any longer, and without the hindrance of his curious heart and its tumultuous emotions, he grips either side of the cot and leans over the sleeping form. Astarion descends, fangs scrape against delicate skin, the pulse pounding under them like it was trying to reach out. His head swims, fangs prick, and just as that first taste of euphoria hits his tongue and makes his mind go blank, it’s ripped away. “...Shit.”

Orion has pulled himself upright, looking furious, and holds a hand up to his neck to guard it. He stares Astarion down and the vampire recoils as well. Paler hands are up in surrender as he backs as far as the confines of the tent will let him. The hand comes down from the fighter’s neck, feeling something warm and examining it - blood. Orion’s heart pounds, only making it harder for Astarion to focus. The fighter stares at the red hard, trying to piece it together, is the other man coming on to him? Is there an emergency? A murder attempt? A half awake mind scrambles. “No, no… It’s not what it looks like-! I swear!” Astarion starts, cursing the line as soon as it’s out. That one never works. But he’s panicking, fearing the inevitable punishment that’s sure to follow, exacted by Orion rather than his master. “The hells… are you trying to kill me?” “No, no, I wasn’t going to hurt you… I just needed, well, blood.” Defeated, Astarion plays his last move. Confess and prepare for the worst.

“Astarion.” His tone is firm, commanding, an instruction to listen rather than a call. He recognizes it being pointed to the group, refugees, a crowd of druids, but never to just him. Darkened golden eyes rake him over, taking in everything under the new light of the truth. A vampire. A monster in his tent. If it scares Orion, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he slumps forward, looking more exhausted than angry now. After the abduction, he doesn’t have the will to challenge new developments any more. Clues fall into place. The boar, the hesitation crossing a stream… “A tadpole and a vampire… you’ve got more than skeletons, my friend." With a deep exhale, Orion drops his head into his hands. Complications, one after another. "I guess it was only a matter of time before you targeted one of us.” Hands clench into fists against his hairline, then release immediately. “The others are lucky it was me.” He looks up with such disappointment in his eyes, and Astarion’s heart tries to get his attention again. Absolutely not.

“Why? No - I’ve never killed anyone. Not for food, anyway. And I wasn’t going to kill you or any of the others either!” His tone tilts to indignant at the end, offended that his self control would be questioned. Orion just lifts an eyebrow, and Astarion takes it as permission to go on. “I feed on animals, it keeps me alive, but it’s not enough. Not if I have to fight. I came to you because, well, you’re the strongest, frankly. The others weren’t lucky, they just didn’t make the cut.” He leans forward, hands still out and open, “You and I, we work well together, don’t we? Imagine how much better it would be if I was stronger, better, if we could share your strength.” Another half step closer, and Orion’s eyes cast down to his bed in thought. This is beyond his area of expertise, and Astarion is taking advantage of that. He notes every shift and plays on each changing second. Is it the privacy of their situation? The fear of things that go bump in the night? He was going to discover what made this man tick.

“Orion, I feel so weak. If I just had a little blood, think of what we could do at my full potential.” Then he takes a knee right by Orion’s bed again, hand resting on the side of the cot. “Please.”

Silence hangs between them while Orion considers the proposal. It was true that they were a vicious pair in battle. When he didn’t need to be concealed, Astarion found himself back to back with Orion against waves of enemies and they fell into a natural, deadly rhythm. A mighty ax would break their opponent's focus, shatter helms, force them to their knees. Before they could ever recover, Astarion would follow with a razor sharp dagger. It wasn’t flawless, sometimes they bumped into each other or assumed the wrong target was coming next. But even then, they recovered quickly, and always covered each other while the other was vulnerable. Astarion had never had someone fight for him, with him, or watch his back before. He worried it would make him sloppy and careless, but instead he stays sharp so he can pull his own weight. It works. But it could be better.

This is what Orion is considering as well when the unwilling mental link between them thrums to life and he sees himself through the nocturnal hunter’s eyes. With a flash, their consciousness doubles. Orion can smell himself like the vampire does, sweet and compelling, can hear his own beating heart like an echo, and feels the ache of starvation. Astarion, in turn, winces once the connection is made and is flooded with all the information he had been searching for. Orion is tempted, his practical mind weighing the benefits, his emotional mind aching to provide. It’s like breathing for Orion, to give and protect, to sacrifice, to serve his role. Anything but a burden. But behind that compulsion is a hollow. A want for it to be reciprocated, he doesn’t want to give a part of himself and be left alone again. Working as a pair, bonded by shared blood, too, the idea compels the younger half elf. And to the vampire’s relief, nowhere in that mind is even the passing thought of a stake. He was falling into the trap so easily. Together, they tense with Astarion’s mounting excitement that this could still be a reality, and the bond snaps. Astarion opens ruby eyes he doesn’t remember closing just in time to see Orion hold a hand over his stomach, remembering that feeling of emptiness.

“You could’ve just asked me before you resorted to sneaking into my tent. Of course I was going to make assumptions…” look darting around the floor of the tent, unable to order his thoughts. Afraid of what would come to light if he did. But everything’s out now, a step into vulnerability he never would have done willingly. The only thing he can think to do is deflect. "You're just bored with me, aren’t you? Had to start something so you won’t have to be associated with someone so painfully average." he attempts, only glancing back up, it’s like catching a glimpse of first sunrise.

“If you were only average I wouldn't be seeking you out tonight." Orion only blinks back, knows the flirting is shallow, a returned attempt at their normalcy, but he finds himself warmed by it anyway. "I should’ve asked.” Astarion relents, leaning closer and dropping his voice. “But the most I could’ve hoped for was a no, the worst, a stake in my heart. No, I needed you to trust me first.” his voice is down to a whisper now, a shared moment for just them, a quiet plea to let him help by being helped. “And you can trust me.”

The fighter's hand flexes, uncomfortable with even the thought of wielding something against his companion. Not even over this, no, he had already committed the vampire as an ally, so he would do whatever he had to to protect him. They were in this together. Orion nods, “I trust you.” It’s delicate, a show of good faith that could be broken, but he knows Astarion won’t.

“Good.” red eyes bore into him, pleading and hiding his sentimentality at once. “So…? Do you think you could trust me a little further?” The fighter sits straighter, expecting the next question and bracing himself for it. “I only need a taste, I swear.” “If this is the cost of keeping you and your way with a blade around… then fine.” His shoulders tense despite how casually he tries to agree. Astarion is taken aback, unused and off put by such open kindness. "What? Just like that?" "As long as you can keep your end of the deal, of course. Anything." If he wants this, he has to stay close, protect in turn like he is being helped now. Not how Astarion foresaw tonight going, but there were worse deals to be made. This one wasn’t binding or trapping, nothing he wouldn't be doing anyway for his own interest, but the idea of a pact of any kind sets an uneasiness in him that he can only ignore for now.

“As much as you need, but no more, Astarion. It helps no one if I’m useless.” “Always so practical… Of course, not a drop more.” he recovers quickly, and manages his promise with ease. Permission granted, he leans over his prey now, reaching over with a guiding touch down Orion’s hip to move him back to a flat, laying position. “Let’s get comfortable, hm?” The half elf jumps at the touch, but does as he’s told. It comes as a surprise that Astarion notes. He expected more resistance from the stubborn man. In new, intimate territory, it seems he is grateful to be led instead of taking charge, for once. A look that’s trying too hard not to seem anxious locks onto the canvas walls of the tent and spells out to Astarion just how inexperienced he is with having someone in his bed. This, too, is valuable information that the vampire is happy to learn.

Once laying flat, Astarion leans down, mind rushing like a current, threatening to lose all the willpower he had just built up. Orion waits below him, still sun warm and willing. His first. That jolt in his heart is undeniable this time. He can't fight it, and giving in feels so good, so for this occasion, he'll allow the indulgence. Cradling Orion's head off the pillow, wrapping an arm around his side, his heavily lidded, red look hypnotizes the half elf to silent compliance. Orion's never been held like this, never felt cherished, even if he knows it's only for his blood. He still can't help the way his breathing quickens, the way he holds the back of Astarion’s arm for support anyway.

The spawn descends, lips part, and before he can finally sink in - his jaw is met with a soft touch from a firm hand. “Wait.” Astarion does as he’s told, but with a quiet groan at the teasing. “My tattoo. I don’t want you to scar it.” “Whatever you want,” he mutters, hurried, desperate, and pushes the restricting hand away just as gently. “I’m sure the other side will taste just as good…” Held, excited, trusting, Orion readily lifts his jaw and it's-

Ecstasy.

The sweet smell of Orion drowns him and finally his fangs go where they belong. They pierce skin easily, made for this, and the taste of blood dominates all senses. A slave to it. Sweet, warm, spiced rum by the fire. Coffee in the morning sun. It satiates in a way that he feared would be possible because on the first taste, the vampire knows he can never go back. This is a high he’d never be able to stop thinking of. Orion gasps, the skin under the vampire’s lips pressed flat against his neck in a deadly kiss is hot and the sensation makes him hold Orion even closer to himself. The pulse races, a flutter of fear and something else, something more rosy.

As he drinks, that feeling is mirrored in his own heart, and they share that fluttering excitement. Like coming alive again through Orion’s heart. The vague feelings in his own heart that he'd been dreading now feel right, exciting instead of dreadful. Tensions ease, a sweet sound, and Orion’s shoulders finally relax fully. As he gentles, Astarion grows sharper. Hunger pangs ease and razor sharp instinct takes over. With each beat of their now shared pulse he can feel the dark, the cold, the shadows be cast aside and life and warmth return. He fills with sunrise looks and the glow trapped under tanned skin. Keep drinking, just a little more…

There’s a gentle shove on his shoulder, easy enough to mistake as a caress, until Astarion realizes that he may not have enough energy for anything else. With all the willpower Astarion has left, he releases his hold, and immediately feels colder. At a loss without the connection. He gasps, a trail of blood rolling down his chin quickly swept away and back onto his tongue, happy to keep the taste a little longer. He feels like someone new, like a fog has lifted. The life in him is like standing in the sunlight for the first time again. “That… that was amazing.”

Orion would be flushed had he not just been fed on. The way he looks up from the bed with parted lips and his arm resting over his face betray that this did more than exhaust him. “And you look like you might have enjoyed that, too.” the normally resilient fighter is unable to do much more than roll his head to the side with a gorgeous groan, showing off his new matching bite marks. “Inviting me for more? Sorry, I promised, only what I need…” Still close, Astarion pushes the curls off of Orion’s forehead to see him better. Check that he is, in fact, okay. “Woozy.” “I apologize, I got a little swept away…” "Mhmm. S'okay…"

Astarion takes him in, amazed at how sharp and vivid everything appears now. If he was charmed by freckles before, he’s in awe now that he can see every single one so clearly. He can smell the canvas of the tent, the oil on the fighter’s weapons. Can feel how dark the moonless night is even inside. And that his sweet, generous volunteer would be just fine after some rest. It's a great relief, he's not ready to say goodbye just yet. Orion makes an attempt at a laugh, "You'll show me what you can do with that tomorrow, won't you?" "Of course, I'm sure tomorrow will be just as bloody as usual."

Orion's unable to manage much more than a hum of acknowledgement and seems to be drifting off to sleep again. Astarion, on the other hand, feels as if he'll never need to rest again. He takes the cue to make his exit, pausing at the door. “This was a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

#astarion x tav #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #tav bg3 #orion #astarion x male tav #Drabble #Astarion has a weak spot for sweet men who trust him too much #tav gets his own tent bc damn #he deserves it #fluff #blood drinking #first bite scene rewrite

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter seven

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, misogyny

Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni23 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 9 @bbl32 @hoseoks7swrld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin @faerikitty @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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The past week has actually been calming, atleast for Y/n. Her and Jungkook were on good terms. She walked around the areas that were unrestricted by Jungkook with Alana. They would talk and read books together. Alana was back to normal after the incident. In fact, it seemed she was happier now that Yoongi was dead.

Jungkook had been training all week for the battle. He had gain muscle and was back to his old physique. His fighting skills improved and he was ready.

Today was battle day.

Jungkook had Y/n tightly wrapped around his hand as they walked around the castle. It was a closed floor that only family were allowed in. All week he used this event to convince Y/n to be good. Telling her that she will be rewarded by meeting his family and having dinner with them.

"Y/n stay right here for a moment. There someone I must talk to. Don't you dare move, remember what we discussed." Jungkook warned.

"Alright." She mumbled. Jungkook sped off using his vamp speed leaving Y/n outside the dining room.

Peeking in she saw Jin and a woman. They held hands while they ate alone together.

The woman hand shook against his. "What's wrong my Jiwoo?" He asked his wife, dropping his fork on the plate.

He turned his body so his full attention was on her. "You can’t fight him. Please don't. Just share the kingship!" She begged.

Jin felt sympathy for his wife but it was certain things he couldn’t control. "My love, you know we can't do that. I will make you proud today, nothing will change." He assured her.

She bit her lip like she was annoyed that he couldn't understand her. "What if you or Jungkook get hurt?" Y/n watched as tears fell down her eyes. She noticed Jiwoo was pregnant, perhaps that is why she was so emotional.

"I'll be fine my love. I've been practicing a little."

"You can't beat him." She finally raised her voice throwing his hands off hers.

Y/n noticed that Jin looked sad at his wife's words. It was like the love was one sided. "It upsets me that you have no trust in me." He murmured looking at his food that was cold, almost like her love for him.

"I just feel like we're setting ourselves up for failure. Everything was fine when Jungkook was king. Just give him the kingship!" She pleaded with him.

"Yeah, everything was fine because you were sleeping with him behind my back." He yelled at her.

Y/n held her gasp. Jungkook had a relationship with Jiwoo. Was she the girl that was on his ceiling? She thought she was the only girl thats been in his bed. Was there other women he claimed to love? Is this just a repeated pattern for him?

"I'm with you. That's all that matters honey. He's your brother, our future child's uncle, of course i'm concerned." She tried to change her voice to a more innocent, calm tone.

Jin scooted his chair closer to her. He sighed before lowering his tone. "My love, this stays between you and me. Do not be worried about me today, I'm not fighting. I have found someone to fight in place of me. Jungkook is younger and stronger than me and I refuse to give up the kingship."

Y/n knew that Jungkook had no recollection of this information. He had told her all week that he was fighting Jin. They were trying to deceive him.

It angered her when someone lied. Disobeying Jungkook's rule she bursted through the already open door. The two of them look at her in shock, not only at her dramatic entrance but they never seen her before. But they already knew exactly who she were.

"How dare you be a coward and not fight like a man? A king should always show their strength through battle." She yelled at Jin.

Jin said no words, already stressed out from his wife and today's events. But Jiwoo looked at the girl from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes. She couldn't believe that Jungkook moved on to a girl so alluring and different from her. Automatically, she understood how his obsession with her disappeared so quickly.

"You! Don't speak to my husband that way." Jiwoo screamed pushing Y/n.

Y/n regained her balance. "You should be ashamed to call that man your husband, just as he is ashamed to call you his wife!" She boomed.

"How dare you speak to us like that?! I am the Queen of Vampires."

"It's a good thing I'm not a vampire then." Y/n shot back in a calm but confident voice.

"You're nothing but Jungkook's blood bag. Vampire or not I can have you killed in one order." She threatened.

"Pregnant or not I can have you killed by my hands." A familiar voice boomed.

Jin who was quiet during the situation finally spoke up. "You do not threaten my family." Jin yelled standing up from his seat.

"And your wife shouldn't have threaten my girl."

"I'm not your girl?" Jiwoo asked with sad eyes looking at Jungkook who disregarded her comment. He was too busy checking if Y/n was okay.

Y/n was shocked that she felt jealousy over Jungkook. She couldn't let them have a moment. "Jungkook, Jin isn't fighting today. He has found someone to fight for him." She revealed to him.

She watched as his jaw clenched. He looked at Jin to see if she was telling the truth. By his guilty demeanor he could tell she wasn't lying. "You can't fucking do that! It's against the rules." He screamed.

"No it's not! If the man is already King he can choose any of his servants to fight! It's in the rules." He defended.

Jungkook scoffed at his older brother. It was so usual of Jin to find a way to outsmart him. "It doesn't matter who you put up against me. There's no man that is powerful as me." He said in confidence before dragging himself and Y/n out the room.

Jin smirked. "You're right Jungkook, there is no man that is more powerful than you." He said under his breath.

Y/n struggled under Jungkook's tight hold. "Jungkook calm down! We didn't get to eat breakfast."

"We can eat breakfast in my room darling." He dictated still pulling on her arm.

She could see Jungkook's anger, his eyes were red and his other hand was fisted shut. "Don't worry Jungkook. You will win and I will be there watching and supporting you." She beamed in the most sweetest voice.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks. "I love your eagarness sweetheart but you can't come. Remember people will smell you."

Y/n froze. It was a public event, how could she forget. She once again felt sad and left out. "Nobody will touch me. I can protect myself."

She could sense Jungkook's frustration. "Y/n you can barely do anything without me baby. You've been in a basement for years, they know you are dumb and will take advantage of you."

She jerked her arm from his tight grip. "I'm not dumb!" She raised her voice, offended by his comment. She knew she was smarter than most. She spent 20 years reading books of information and learning languages that she will probably never be able to speak to people.

Jungkook snickered. "You are sweetheart which is why I'm locking you in the room while I'm in battle today. It will be a dumb decision to try to run away again, don't you think?"

Y/n didn't bother answering him or even defending himself. She allowed him to show his true colors for now. She didn't need to make him mad it will just make it a repeating cycle.

But she wasn't dumb, in fact she was quite patient. She just had to wait.

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Jungkook confidently sharpened his sword. His face held a smirk as he watched the crowd praise him for his return. Jin sat on his throne glaring at him in jealousy and repulse.

He was confident about this battle. With Y/n's blood in his veins he knew nobody could compete with him. He was so close to having the throne to himself.

He needed to be king again. It would be the ultimate revenge for his mother's death, for his sickness and for Y/n. She deserved someone powerful to defend her. He knew no creature on the planet would dare to taste her once he became king.

He truly wished Y/n could be here supporting him. It was no question it wasn't safe for her here. But he didn't need her in the crowd watching to know she was there. Just the thought of her sweet blood running through his veins was enough.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't even notice Taehyung's hand on his shoulder. "I have confidence you will win this my friend." He assured him.

"Oh i know I will." Jungkook bragged, checking to see if his sword was sharp enough for his liking.

Taehyung sighed at his friend that have not changed a bit. "Overconfidence precedes carelessness Jungkook. Make sure you're not too arrogant with your sword that you give Jin an opening." He advised.

Jungkook sucked his teeth. "Jin is not the one i'll be fighting. We unfortunately have a chicken wearing the crown but soon a lion will take its place."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows looking at Jin who didn't look scared but also didn't look too confident. " He's not fighting? So he's just handing over the crown?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook was about to answer until his father approached the microphone. The crowd went silent in anticipation.

"Today we're here to witness a historic event that will decide the future of our lives. Two brothers of the most respected royal line, my sons, will fight for rulership of all vampires on this earth. No matter who win, I am a proud father of both. My sons please approach the area with your weapons."

Jungkook listened to his father and walked to the middle of the arena but his brother Jin just stood up.

Jin looked around the arena of thousands. Some who looked up to him and others who despised him.

He nervously cleared his throat. "Attention everyone! As you all my know my wife is pregnant. If I participate in this fight I'm afraid it might scare her into an early dangerous pregnancy. However, I am no quitter. I have chose someone to fight in my behalf." He revealed to the audience.

Immediately they heckled him with disapproving statements. Some in the crowd even booing him. He looked over to his wife hoping she was there to support but Jiwoo gaze was at Jungkook.

Jungkook looked to the ground holding in laughs at Jin's announcement. His father looked at Jin in confusion. Seeing his father reaction he defended himself. "It's in the rule book I'm allowed to have someone to fight in my behalf." He argued.

"I know my son, its just never been done before. What man will fight for you?" His father asked.

Jin smiled waiting for this question. He wasn't afraid of the disapproving attention he was receiving, it wouldn't matter soon. He looked straight at Jungkook, the two of them making eye contact. "It's no man that will be fighting for me.

I have chosen someone loyal and strong someone that Jungkook here will recognize.

His very own servant."

Alana walked to the middle of the arena in front of Jungkook. She wore armor that looked old and weak, perhaps made of copper. Her sword was short and dull. She had her hair braided compared to the head garments she usually wore.

The crowd booed her some even laughing.

Jungkook raised his eyebrow looking at Jin and then his servant. He let out uncontrollable fits of laughter.

His father looked at Jin in disbelief giving him a "Are you serious?" look. It was almost as if this organized, serious event had turned into a circus.

"Is this a joke? You chose a little girl to fight against me? You would've been better off fighting yourself Jin, than to put me against a woman. I'm offended." Jungkook blurted.

Alana stood in confidence not listening to any of his words, or anyone's for that matter.

"Enough everyone!" His father yelled. "We will show respect for anyone the King chooses." He yells causing the crowd to immediately grow silent.

Jungkook stared at the eyes of his once loyal servant. She didn't cower away from eye contact like she usually do. The reason she was Jungkook servant because she was easily frightened. She would vastly obey his orders without any question but now she looked different.

"Raise your weapons." His father ordered the two of them. Alana raised her sword which look worthless compared to Jungkook's.

"Attack!" He yelled. A whistle was blown and Jungkook immediately struck his sword to Alana. It threw her off guard but nevertheless she blocked it just in time.

Jungkook continued to play offense giving strong and vast attacks at the girl. He could tell she struggled to keep up with his next move. Using it to his advantage he successfully struck her in the arm.

Alana let out a whimper as she took steps back from her master to hold her injury. She looked over to Jin who look doubtful in her abilities. Taking a deep breath she held her sword with both hand more confidently.

She took her sword and rubbed the blade against her thigh, a gesture the crowd wouldn't notice. She posed her sword in a challenging way, a spark in her eye, Jungkook noticed.

He charged at her but she easily blocked his attacks. He realized now that he underestimated her, but she still was no match for him.

Jungkook started to play defense doing showy but effective flips around her that impressed the audience. Alana was more precise with her sword, he could tell she was aiming for his vital organs.

Jungkook saw her strategy and aimed her face cutting a huge scar across her face. The crowd gasped at the blood curdling sight. Yet, she kept going as her wound healed.

He noticed they have been going for a long time for a battle. He started to grow tired and impatient, all he wanted to do was win. He thought it would be over by now. Nevertheless, his mind let loose and made awing moves to show his frustration, to show his anger, his desperation to end her.

It was exactly what Alana wanted because despite how it looked like he was winning, he was now leaving himself open.

Their swords both hit but instead of moving it she pushed her sword towards his. Jungkook was expecting for her frail sword to break but she pushed harder. He was doing his best to push it the other direction as the blade of her sword was getting close to his neck.

It was then he realized that he shouldn't be struggling. How was she this strong? He drunk Y/n's blood he should be stronger than anyone, especially a 18 year old girl. Alana could see the shock in his eyes. It brought a smirk to her lips.

The shock in his eyes gave her the strength to push harder to the point the blade slightly broke the skin on Jungkook's neck, enough for him to bleed a little. She could hear the crowd gasp at her newfound strength.

Alana's poised face was close to Jung-kook's.

"She tasted amazing by the way." She whispered in his ear.

Alana watch Jungkook's mouth opened in shock, his eyes became redder and with one big push he threw the girl off him to the floor.

She quickly got up. Jungkook erratically swung is sword at her, yelling inaudible words in rage.

Alana successfully ducked and dived at his shots. At some instances his sword was nowhere near touching her. It was as if he was so focused on his strength he became blind to his mission to knock her out.

Alana used her hand to hold the sword he was holding and the air and struck the man in the abdomen.

It was then that the world stopped for him, the crowd was silent. He realized that his neck burned and so did the sword in his flesh. He shouldve healed by now, why did the sword hurt more than any pain he's ever experienced?

He looked at his once loyal servant whose eyes were once young and innocent eyes, he recognized her new eyes. His looked similar to that once before. Victorious and prideful.

"My sword not only means freedom of my people from your arrogance but it will mean freedom for her. Don't even think of trying to stop me, I laced the sword with The Middlemist red, the same thing you tortured her with." Alana whispered in his ear before removing her sword from his flesh.

She held her sword in the air and let out a victory cry. Reluctantly, the crowd cheered for her. She watched their shock faces, almost like they were panicking.

She watched as Jin and Jungkook's father eyes stayed on Jungkook. He was worried for his son, he shouldve gotten up by now.

Nevertheless, he had a job to do. "Congratulations Alana. Now that you have won do you concede your reign to the King Jin?” It was a question that he was forced to ask, it was in the rule book.

Jin stood confidently waiting for Alana to give him back the power.

"No, I accept the rulership for myself." She announced.

The people in the audience started to talk to each other all confused. Jin and Alana made eye contact, his eyes red with anger as he start to charge at her.

"This wasn't the fucking deal! You work for me you bitch!" He screamed as his father held him back.

" I am your Queen now, the Jeon line is no more!" She yelled. She watched slowly one by one the vampires starting to bow down to her.

Taehyung sensing that Jungkook wasn't safe tried to quietly sneak his friend out the room before Alana could finished the job. Jungkook groaned in pain, not only his stomach that wasn't healing but to see his life and power be stolen from him again.

But Alana saw him before he could leave, she didn't stop him. Instead she let out a low whisper he knew his vampire hearing could make out.

"She is mine now.”

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#119 Sam and Dean Winchester

A/N: Third part is here! Don’t forget to chose Sam or Dean for the remainder of the part.

Benny Lafitte; the cajun vampire from Southern Louisiana, in a morbid romantic gesture tracked down his maker for murdering the love of his life, Andrea, and killed him. It wasn’t until he’d slashed his way through a portion of the nest that he learned the sad truth that she wasn’t actually murdered, but worse, turned into a vampire. He didn’t recognize the woman that stood before him, she was a monster. Before that chapter of his life could be closed, she needed to die and he knew in his heart that he couldn’t be the person that did it. So, like a good friend, Dean shouldered the responsibility and ended her life before she could attack Benny. The tale is tragic; vampire or not. Knowing Dean’s hatred of everything that goes bump in the night, it revealed the character that Benny must possess in order to earn Dean’s respect and trust. Benny is a friend. Wishing that Sam could hold that level of trust and understanding felt daunting, especially due to his response when he shook Benny’s hand and reached for his hunting knife. Dean shook his head, a silent signal to refrain from causing a fight and, in that moment, you’d decided to trust his judgment. Benny seemed okay; besides, he went through hell to make certain that Dean returned topside, that should mean something, right?

Benny is the topic of today’s argument between the Winchesters; especially since Dean remained silent since leaving him behind. It seemed that the cajun vampire was the hypothetical match on the growing kindling of unspoken grievances between the brothers. The electrical tension in the atmosphere since Dean’s escape from purgatory is crackling, the static reaching dangerous heights, aggressively lapping at the brothers like wildfire flames. Someone is going to get burned. The question is should you allow it to happen without interference or at least attempt to negotiate a semblance of peace between them?

“You wanna talk about Benny? Fine, let's talk.” Dean’s rough voice sighs, stuffing his cell phone in his jean pocket from the Impala’s hood on the driver’s side. Dean’s facial expression- jawline flexed, the crease between his dark eyebrows, puckered mouth and disinterest reflecting in his olive eyes- conveys it all; he’s guarded.

“How about he’s a vampire?” Sam’s deep voice lowers, attempting to refrain from drawing attention to the dispute.

“He’s also the reason I’m topside and not roasting on a spit in Purgatory. Anything else?”

“Don’t pretend I don’t get it. I know you had to do what you had to do down there.”

“I highly doubt you get anything about Purgatory.”

“But you’re out now, and Benny’s still breathing. Why?” Sam interrupts dismissing the verbal jab.

“He’s my friend, Sam.” Dean responds after a second of awkward silence, the tone in his voice makes you frown in empathy. Sam doesn’t understand; the bond that Dean shares with Benny is comparable to the trauma bond of soldiers. There’s a heartbreaking amount of trauma and suffering associated with the life of a hunter, it just so happens that Dean’s received a devastating amount more than usual. If anyone should understand the burden of being a Winchester, it’s Sam.

“And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? ‘Cause you sure as hell didn’t have a problem ganking her.” Sam is doubling down, a hand on the hood of the Impala for support and the left hand on his hip as he stares at his brother in defiance.

“Well, I guess people change, don’t they? We let that werewolf, Kate, go. Didn’t we?”

“She was different. She..you think Benny’s different? He tell you he’s not drinking live blood, or something.” When Dean avoids an answer, tongue running against his chapped lips, Sam scoffs. “And you believe him. Wow. Okay. You know, you’re right. People do change.”

“Yeah. I got a vampire buddy, and you turn your phone off for a year.”

“Don’t turn this on me.” Sam replies, aware that you’re watching the argument as his hazel eyes meet yours through the windshield. He’d never apologize for the year he got to spend with you. It’s the happiest he’s ever been.

“Look, Benny slips up and some other hunter turns his lights out, so be it.”

“But it’s not gonna be you, right?”

“You coming or not?” Dean’s rough voice questions, done with the conversation altogether.

The Impala is silent; Dean’s lost in his memories as he drives to the next hunt, Sam’s searching for his meal in the grease stained paper bag in his lap, and you’re preoccupied by the resentment towards Sam for being so obtuse and narcissistic about the Benny issue. The grease soaked paper bag obscures your vision, Sam is turned in the passenger seat waiting patiently for you to grab the food he bought you. He anticipated a thank you, words of appreciation for thinking of you, or a statement of excitement. What he hadn’t expected was for you to snatch the paperbag from his hand, nimble fingers sliding against Dean’s broad shoulder as you give him a reassuring squeeze. You’re with him. The reticent gesture made Sam’s stomach knot, bile rising to the base of his throat as he slowly turned to focus on the food in his lap as he had a sole thought cross his mind, how can you side with Dean?

The Benny argument is nothing compared to this; Dean is standing in the motel room beside his bed, malice in his eyes as he squares his broad shoulders with his pistol pointed at his brother. This hunt wasn’t as simple as a salt and burn; it was a confederate specter attached to an aged penny leaving a string of chaos in its wake of possessions. The scene was jarring; Dean would never physically hurt Sam, he’d spent his entire life being his brother’s keeper, let alone kill him.

“You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory.” The vengefulness in his rough voice elicits a shiver down your spine. This isn’t Dean.

“C’mon, Dean. I know it’s not you in there pulling the strings.” Sam responds, attempting to keep composure and subdue the anxiety within his chest.

“Don’t.” Dean barks, aiming his gun at Garth for a second as he’d attempted to reach for his holstered gun beneath his cowhide jacket.

“You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it.” Dean states through clenched teeth.

“That’s not true.”

“Really? ‘Cause everything you’ve ever done since you climbed into my ride has been to deceive me. “

“What do you want me to say? That I’ve made mistakes? I’ve made mistakes, Dean”

“That’s not Dean, Sam.” Garth attempts to comfort Sam, the tension in the air is suffocating, he doesn’t want this to ruin their relationship.

“Shut up!” Dean screams, an awkward and strained silence filling the room. “Mistakes?” He releases a humorless chuckle. “Well, let’s go through some of Sammy’s greatest hits. Drinking demon blood, check. Being in cahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul. Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you’re doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren’t mistakes, Sam. Those are choices!”

“All right. You said it. We’ve both played a little fast and loose.”

“Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you. I never once left you to die. And for what, a girl? You left me to die for a girl?!” Something inside of Sam snaps, a rage building in the pit of his abdomen at his brother’s tone, as if you didn’t matter, as if he hadn’t told his brother what you meant to him. Sam’s movements are swift, he reaches out to clutch at the gun, grasping Dean’s arm in his hand as he wrestles him against the room median. The shattering glass causes you to wince, watching the scene in a helpless sense of anguish. Sam’s hitting Dean repeatedly, the sickening sound of his fists meeting the side of his brother’s head causing you to look to Garth for direction. But Dean’s always been the skilled fighter, he punches Sam causing him to lose his momentum before he headbutt’s him in the face, pushes him an arm lengths away and kicks him away in the chest. The kick sends Sam crashing through the coffee table as you release a scream of surprise. Just as Dean raises his gun to shoot Sam, Garth thrust himself between the brothers, raising his arms.

“Woah, woah, woah.”

“Garth, don’t.” Sam groans, scooting to a sitting position as he holds his stomach.

“No, he won’t kill me. His beef isn’t with me. You’re not gonna shoot me, are you, Dean?” He states with his hands raised in an attempt to show Dean that he wasn’t going to fight him.

“Move.” Dean growls, raising his gun to Garth’s face.

“Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother. You..you’ve been protecting him your whole life. Don’t stop now.”

“He left me to rot in Purgatory!”

“All right. All right. Maybe he did. I don’t know. I wasn’t there. But I’m sure he had his reasons.”

“Just like you had your reasons for Benny.” Sam responds in between his attempts to breathe through the pain. Dean’s olive eyes follow your movements as you raise your hands, kneeling down to sit beside Sam on the floor.

“Who?” Garth’s confused, he knows he’s missed a few chapters but he’s trying his damndest to help.

“Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you’ve ever been! That’s right. Cass let me down. You let me down. Even Y/N let me down. The only person that hasn’t let me down is Benny.” That struck a nerve, a tinge of guilt settles in your stomach as your chest aches. You did your best to search for him. How had you let him down?

“I know you’re angry. But, man, you got to fight this thing. Do not do this! Just let it go. Come on, Dean.” For a split second, everyone took a collective sigh of relief when his posture faltered, almost like he was going to give in. However, the second you placed a concerned hand on Sam’s face to assess his bleeding nose, Dean’s expression darkens and he starts speaking again revealing a truth that no one, including himself, was expecting.

“It’s not just that you left me to die for a girl.” He’s clenching his teeth again, tone dangerous as he stares daggers at his brother. “It’s who you left me to die for. You’re supposed to know me better than anyone. You should’ve known that I am in love with her. Yet, the second I am out of the picture you steal her and play house. Goodbye, Sam.” Garth takes the opportunity to punch Dean, causing him to stumble and drop the penny.

“Ow, God!” Garth cries, shaking his hand out as he bends over to cradle his wounded hand. Dean’s stunned, whether it be from the strike from Garth or from regaining control of himself you’re unsure.

“Garth, don’t!” Sam shouts just as Garth snatches the penny from the place it had fallen on the ground.

“It’s cool. It’s all good. I’m cool.”

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Take Me With You

Fandoms : The Vampire Diaries / Doctor Who

Relationship : Stefan x Rose

My Crossover Ships Week 2023 contribution for the prompt : Take me with you.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : “Who are you ?” Stefan asked. “You appear in my life to disappear immediately. One day you know me and another day it's like you've never met me. So I want to know. Who are you ?”

Rose gave him an amused smile. But Stefan saw nothing amusing. She knew all about him, but he knew nothing about her.

“Spoiler.”

Disclaimer : The Vampire Diaries belongs to L. J. Smith, Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

@crossover-ships-brainrot

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Stefan wrapped his arms around his bent knees. He was sitting in front of his mother's grave, staring at her tombstone. He did not know how long he had been sitting here. Night had fallen and he shivered from the cold. His father had told him that he was a man now and men did not cry. Yet, he could not stop his tears from flowing. It had been a week since his mother had died and since her funeral, he had gone out at night to spend some moment in silence at her graveside. His father must not know he was there or he would be furious with him. Worse, he would blame Damon for not watching him.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. Something unreal, something he had never heard before. He looked up and saw a young woman approaching him. He was sure he had never seen her in Mystic Falls. She was blonde and she was a few years older than him. He frowned when he saw her clothes. She wore pants, like men, but it was the first time he had seen this kind of clothing. He had never met a Southern woman dressed like this before.

“It's late,” she said. “You shouldn't be out at this hour.” “You neither.” “You're right.”

She smiled kindly at him, and strangely, Stefan felt like he could trust her. She sat down next to him. Stefan watched her every move. She must have been twenty years old, but yet something in her eyes and in her attitude showed that she was much older than she looked.

“It's my mother's grave,” Stefan said. “She died a week ago.”

Stefan started talking to her. He told her who his mother was. The bedtime stories she read to him, her smiles, the times she hugged him to comfort him when his father hit him for disobeying him. He told this stranger woman things he had not even told Damon. He confessed to her it was his fault that his mother died. If he had run faster, he would have returned in time to bring her the plants his father had sent him for.

“These plants could not have saved your mother from tuberculosis,” the woman said. “It's not your fault.”

Stefan would not have thought it possible, but it had done him good to talk to this stranger.

“I have to go home,” Stefan said, standing up. “Will you be staying at Mystic Falls ?” “No, I have to leave, but we'll see each other again.” “What is your name ?”

She smiled enigmatically at him.

“I am the Bad Wolf.”

Stefan looked at her in astonishment. She was a bit strange, but he could feel there was nothing bad about her. He left the cemetery. He heard that unreal noise again. He walked towards the noise, but there was nothing. He wondered if he had imagined it all. Everything that had just happened seemed to have been a dream.

******

Stefan arrived at the Founder's Day. For the first time in a long time, he felt good. His brother had returned from the war and luckily he had not been injured. And he had made the most beautiful of encounters. Katherine Pierce. He would never have thought it was possible to fall in love so quickly.

He was waiting for her, sitting on a bench. He could not wait to see her. Something caught his attention. Or rather someone. A young blond woman who passed by him. Despite the years, he had recognized her. This time, she was not alone. She was accompanied by a man older than her. She had not seen him, or she had not recognized him. After all, he was only a child when he met her. He stood up and followed them. After a while, she and the man finally went separate ways and Stefan had the courage to accost her.

“Excuse me,” he said.

He felt a little silly to speak to her this way. But he did not know her name and he did not want to call her Bad Wolf. She turned around and seeing her up close, he was surprised to see that she was still so young. As if time had stopped for her. But her eyes were different. They were younger and innocent. She was smiling at him and Stefan could not help smiling back.

“I'm sorry to accost you like this,” he said. “You probably don't remember, but we met a few years ago.” “You must be mistaken. I have never been here before. I've been traveling for a very short time.”

Stefan knew it was her and it was no wonder she did not remember him. But it was hard to believe that she had forgotten her coming to Mystic Falls.

“I have to go join my friend,” she said. “Could I ask you your name ?” “Rose Tyler.” “Nice to meet you Rose Tyler.” “Nice to meet you too….” “Stefan Salvatore.”

Rose nodded and smiled. She said goodbye to him and left. Stefan looked at her walking away and wondered if he would see her again. He heard someone calling him and he smiled when he saw Katherine approaching.

“Who was she ?” She asked. “No idea.”

He did not know why, but he wanted to keep his encounter with Rose to himself. He did not see the evil look Katherine was giving in the direction Rose had just left.

“Are you ready to enjoy this day ?”

Stefan stretched his arm towards her. Katherine nodded and gave him a flirtatious look. Stefan looked one last time in Rose's direction before returning his attention to Katherine.

******

The third time Stefan had seen Rose was in 1904. He had not shown himself and had followed her discreetly. She had not aged. She was exactly as he remembered her. Stefan realized that she was not human. Given the age she should be, she should be very old or dead. Was she a vampire ?

She was accompanied by a man a little older than her and who was wearing a long brown coat. They were holding hands and smiling at each other. Nothing seemed to matter around them. Stefan saw immediately that they were in love. He had never felt this. Sure, he had loved Katherine, but not as he could see the love between Rose and this man.

He continued to follow them until they stopped at a street corner where there was a strange blue box with the word police written on it. It was in plain sight, but no one paid attention to it. Rose and the man entered inside and the box disappeared with a strange noise. Stefan opened his eyes wide. It was the same noise the day he had met Rose.

******

Stefan walked into his apartment and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his thumb. He never thought he would have so much fun in Chicago. But the fun had really started when he met Klaus and Rebekah. He liked Rebekah and he was not ashamed to say that Klaus had become like a brother to him. For the first time, he felt like someone really understood him and was ready to follow him in his quest for new prey.

He entered the room where the names of his victims were engraved. He took a knife and began to carve the name of his latest victim. He applied himself, these names were like a trophy. He was proud of it. He had shown his ritual to Klaus who had smiled at him, approving what he was doing.

He frowned when he heard the sound of the box in which Rose had disappeared years ago. What did that mean ? What was she doing there ? He headed for the hall and discovered a blue door next to his front door. He approached the blue door and put his hand on the handle. It vibrated and he felt like the door was trying to communicate with him. But it was impossible. It was just a door.

He turned around when he felt a presence behind him. Rose was there and despite her smile, he could see sadness in her eyes. Was she sad for him ? Sad to see what he had become ? He smiled evilly to her. He was not ashamed of who he was. On the contrary, he had never felt so alive.

“It's not safe to go into people's homes. You never know who you might bump into.” “I heard rumors about a serial killer. A Ripper who plagues the city.”

Stefan wanted to laugh. Of course, humans immediately think of a serial killer and not a vampire.

“I know I mustn't interfere,” she said. “But I can't stay without trying to help you.” “You want to help me ? You act like you know me Rose Tyler, the Bad Wolf. But you, who are you ? Obviously, you're not human. But you don't look like a vampire either.”

He approached her, but she did not seem afraid. Yet, he could kill her in a second. She was an idiot, he thought. He looked at the vein in her neck. He could see it beating and feel her blood flowing. He wondered what taste it could have. He stood behind her and immobilized her. He was much faster and stronger than her. She could not do anything to stop him. He stuck his fangs into the veins of her neck and drained her of blood. He had never tasted anything like that, her blood was so delicious, almost addicted. Slowly, he could feel her life leaving her. Her heart stopped beating and he dropped her to the floor.

He took a knife and went back to the list of names to carve hers. He wrote the letters RO when he heard a noise where he had left her body. He headed for the hall and could not believe his eyes. Rose took a deep breath and snapped her eyes open. She stood up and winced, putting her hand to her neck.

“This is the first time I have been drained of my blood.” “How... How is that possible ?”

Rose looked at him.

“I can't die. At least not really. I've died thousands of times, thousands of different ways. But each time, I come back to life. I can't age, I'm like frozen in time.”

Stefan did not know what to think. Even a vampire could die from the sun or a stake in the heart.

“I promise not to give up. I will find a way to help you and bring you back to who you were.” “Why would you want me to be that pathetic being again ?” “You are not pathetic Stefan. And I won't give up because I care about you.”

She cared about him ? How was it possible when they had only seen each other three times. Stefan felt something deep in his heart. He understood that it was an emotion. No. He did not want his emotions back. He closed his eyes and silenced every emotion he felt. When he opened his eyes, Rose and the blue door were gone.

******

Stefan plunged his hands into the river to wash the blood off. He had run away into the forest and found a patch of water. He was overwhelmed with a flood of emotion and he thought his head was going to explode. He relived all the horrors he had committed, all the massacres he had done, until he became the Ripper of Monterrey. He had killed all the men, women, and children he found. There were no survivors. Even if the blood was gone from his hands, he felt like he could not get it off. He quickly turned around when he heard footsteps. Lexi was there. He did not dare to look at her. He was too ashamed of what he had become.

“How did you know I was there ?” He asked. “I received a letter from a friend of yours who told me where to find you.”

She took a blue envelope out of her bag. The same blue as the door that had appeared in his apartment. Rose, Stefan thought. Lexi handed him the envelope and Stefan took it with a shaking hand. He opened it and read it. Rose was asking Lexi for help, telling her what had happened to him and where she could find him. He wondered how she had known he had become the Ripper of Monterrey. He could not help thinking that she had found a way to help him by sending Lexi to him.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he could not stop them. Lexi put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He had to stay strong and never go back to darkness.

******

1978 in New York. It had been ten years since Lexi and Stefan had been in this town. A big city like New York was ideal for vampires. They could stay there for decades without anyone paying attention to them. He was walking down Fifth Avenue when he suddenly felt the earth shook under his feet. The tremors were so slight that no one had noticed. He saw a light in an alley. He approached and discovered a blue door in the middle of the alley. Rose was there. There was something unreal seeing that door that led nowhere. But to Rose, nothing seemed impossible.

Yet, he knew something was wrong. From where he was, he could feel warmth emanating from the door. He walked over and put his hand on the handle. He took it off immediately. The handle was hot. He looked at the palm of his hand which had been burned. His hand healed in seconds.

He moved away slightly when the door opened. Rose got out and fell to her knees. She was shaking and put her head in her hands.

“They are all dead. It's my fault. The universe... It's because of me.”

He knew that look. It was the same one he had when he got his emotions back and realized what he had done. Rose was broken. He knelt down in front of her and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Rose.”

She stopped shaking and noticed him for the first time.

“We know each other,” she said. “We've met before.”

She looked at him as if she was trying to remember who he was.

“You are Stefan. I met you when I was looking for the Doctor.”

He did not understand what she was saying, but he did understood was she was not the same Rose who had appeared in his apartment or who had written to Lexi. She kept talking, as if he was not there.

“That means I'm back and the Doctor is here. I have to find him.”

She stood up, still talking about a doctor. She returned to the door and it disappeared. Stefan stood up. Every encounter with Rose was disconcerting, and this one more than the others. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out Rose's letter. He always kept it on him to remind him not to lose himself. To remind him that something allowed him to keep his humanity and that his fight against his bloodlust was not in vain. Rose had helped him and when he would see her again, because he knew he would see her again, he would be there for her if she needed him.

******

“Wait here for me,” Lexi said. “I'll be right back.”

She walked away into the crowd and Stefan smiled. It was his birthday and Lexi had taken him to Bon Jovi concert. But his birthday did not end there. Lexi had decided to compel their manager so they could meet the band backstage.

“What's the point of being a vampire if you can't meet the best band in the world," she said with a huge smile.

Every birthday he spent with her was an amazing birthday.

“Stefan, here you are. I was looking for you everywhere.”

Rose approached him with a dazzling smile. She took his hand, as if it came naturally to her.

“I'm glad you persuaded me to come. Do you realize that I had never been to a Bon Jovi concert ?”

She frowned and stared at him. A glimmer of understanding appeared in her eyes. She let go of his hand.

“You are not my Stefan. The one I travel with. That's why you were so insistent for us to attend the concert. You knew I was going to meet you.”

She was about to leave, but Stefan stopped her by grabbing her arm. Rose looked at him, surprised.

“Who are you ?” He asked. “You appear in my life to disappear immediately. One day you know me and another day it's like you've never met me. So I want to know. Who are you ?”

She gave him an amused smile. But Stefan saw nothing amusing. She knew all about him, but he knew nothing about her.

“Spoiler.”

She wanted to leave, but he stopped her by squeezing her arm a little tighter. He wanted to have his questions answered. She put her free hand on his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Do you trust me ?”

He nodded. Even so, he trusted her.

“One day you will have answers. But now is not the time. Wait a little longer.”

Stefan let go of her arm and Rose walked away. Lexi arrived and stood next to her friend.

“Was that...” “Rose.” “What are you waiting for ? Go after her.” “It's not the time yet.” “But…” “Can we meet the band ?”

Lexi nodded and refrained from insisting that he should catch up with Rose.

“So let's go,” he said.

He put his arm around her shoulders and she led him backstage. If he had decided to wait, then she would respect his choice.

******

Stefan had been back in Mytic Falls for a few days ago. He had moved into his old home which now belonged to Zach. It had been more than fifteen years since he had seen him. Since that tragic day when Damon had killed his wife and Stefan had hidden their daughter to save her.

He left the Mystic Grill and headed for the Salvatore Boarding House. Since his return to town, he had kept a low profile. He passed by the cemetery. It had been a long time since he had spent some moment in silence at his mother graveside and at the other people he had once known. In the distance, he saw a young woman sitting near the graves. She had her back to him, but he recognized Rose. He approached and heard her talking, as if she were on the phone.

“No Mickey, I haven't found him yet. But I narrowly missed him, he was there. I know I will find the Doctor.”

Stefan frowned. He remembered when he saw her in New York in 1978, she had mentioned a doctor she had to find. He heard the end of her conversation.

“I have to wait for the cannon to recharge and then I'll be back.”

Stefan stood in front of her. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees. He saw a strange item next to her. But he could not tell if it was a weapon or not.

“Good evening.”

Rose looked up at him. Her eyes were red from crying. He knew she was not the Rose of 1978, nor the one he had met at the Bon Jovi concert. She did not seem to recognize him. He had understood that there were several Roses from different times. As if she traveled back in time and they met out of order. He knew that this was not rational and that time travel did not exist. Yet vampires were not supposed to exist either. Rose stood up abruptly.

“I'm sorry. Is it a member of your family ?”

Stefan shook his head and looked at the grave that belonged to a member of the Lockwood family. He remembered that this man was one of his father's friends.

“Aren't you afraid to be alone at night in a cemetery ?” “I'm just passing through. I will be leaving soon.”

She glanced quickly at the item on the ground.

“I didn't mean to pry, but I heard you mention a doctor.”

Rose smiled sadly.

“The Doctor,” she corrected him. “I have to find him. The survival of the universe is at stake.”

She laughed lightly.

“You must think I'm crazy.” “No, I don't,” Stefan smiled. “The Doctor seems like someone important to you.” “He is. I won't stop until I've found him and I feel like it will be soon.”

She put her hand on her heart. Everything in her movements and in her words showed the love she had for the Doctor. Stefan remembered a man holding Rose's hand. So, he was the Doctor.

“I hope you'll find him.”

He sincerely hoped so. Because Rose deserved to be happy.

“I didn't ask your name.” “Stefan Salvatore.”

Stefan held out his hand and Rose shook it.

“Rose Tyler.”

Of course, this Rose did not remember having met him in 1863. Stefan suppressed a smile. It was the first time he knew things she did not. Rose picked up the item from the ground. She said goodbye to him and left the cemetery. But Stefan knew that one day or another, she would reappear in his life. He wondered which Rose he would meet.

******

Stefan poured himself a glass of bourbon and stood in front of the fireplace. Damon was in his bedroom with his friend Rose who was dying from a werewolf bite. He's been thinking a lot about Rose lately. Probably because of the vampire with the same name who was helping them to save Elena from Klaus and Elijah.

He wondered how his Rose was doing. He wondered how he would react if he were in his brother's shoes. What would he do if it was Rose who was dying in that bed ? She had always been a part of his life and the urge to turn his emotion off would probably be very strong if such a thing were to happen. What comforted him was that she could not die. He heard the sound of the blue door behind him. He did not need to turn around, he knew Rose had just arrived. The door opened and she appeared. He heard her mumble.

“What are we doing here ? That's not where I asked you to go.”

She stood at the other end of the living room and looked around. She had not noticed him.

“Rose,” he called her.

She turned to him and opened her eyes wide. She sighed and put her hand affectionately on the door.

“That's why you brought me here. You do exactly as you please.”

If anyone else saw her talking to a door, it would astonish them. Stefan poured a glass of bourbon for Rose and she accepted it.

“Why are you here ?” He asked. “Apparently, it is a will of the TARDIS.” “The TARDIS ?”

Rose nodded and looked at the door.

“Time And Relative Dimension In Space. The TARDIS.” “You talk about it as if the door is alive.” “That's because she is. And she's not just a door.”

Stefan sat down on the couch and asked Rose to sit next to him.

“I think it's time for you to answer my questions.” “Are you sure ?” Rose asked as she sat down.

Stefan nodded. He had been waiting for almost one hundred and sixty years, now it was time.

“I know you're not human. But you're not a vampire either.” “I was human centuries ago. And I looked into the heart of the TARDIS.”

She told him about her encounter with the Doctor, how she became Bad Wolf and Pete's world. She told him about her trips aboard their TARDIS with John and their children. All of them were human, they aged and died. She told him how after four centuries, the universes were about to disappear and the difficult choice she had to make.

“I had to either save Pete's world and sacrifice all the universes or sacrifice Pete's world to save thousands of universes.”

She gazed vacantly into space, remembering this painful moment of her life. Stefan squeezed her hand in his to give her comfort. Rose smiled sadly at him.

“I thought I was going crazy. You're the first person I met after Pete's world was destroyed. After I destroyed it. You probably don't remember it.” “I remember each of our meetings. You said you had to find the Doctor. Did you find him ?” “I did, I found him after a few years. He had regenerated and he was married. I should have hated his wife, but she has become one of my dearest friends. They helped me deal with the guilt I felt. He wasn't my Doctor anymore, but that didn't matter. I already had my happy ending with my Doctor. And I wouldn't change that for the world.”

The mystery that was Rose was finally solved and Stefan felt closer to her. Somehow they were alike because of the ordeal they had gone through. She stood up, grabbed his phone from the bar and noted something.

“I give you the TARDIS number.” “The TARDIS has the phone ?”

She looked at him, amused.

“The TARDIS has more than you think. If one day you want to travel through time and space, whether in five minutes, five years or five centuries, call this number.”

She tossed the phone to him and he caught it with agility. She walked over to the TARDIS and opened it.

“See you soon,” she said, waving at him.

She stepped inside and the ship disappeared. Stefan looked at the number she had just jotted down in the phone. He could not leave Elena. He loved her, as much as Rose had loved John, and he would do anything to save her from Klaus. And despite what Damon said, his brother needed him.

Maybe one day he would change his mind, but for now his life was in Mystic Falls.

******

“Now that you can go wherever you want, where do you plan to go ?” Lexi asked.

The veil between the living world and purgatory would soon be dropped again. Lexi had been able to spend one last day with Stefan and this time everything had passed without violence and without pain. They could have the goodbyes they should have had the first time.

“I've never been to Portland.”

Lexi opened her eyes wide.

“Portland ! Are you kidding me ? You have Rose's number in your phone. You could travel through time and space with her.” “How do you know she gave me her number ?” “I never stopped watching over you.”

Stefan smiled tenderly at her. He was lucky to have a friend like Lexi.

“I know what happened with Elena hurt you. She was your true love and you feel like you won't be able to love again. But the advantage of being a vampire is that you can have several true loves. And Rose could be one of them.”

Stefan did not answer. Maybe she was right. Nothing kept him in Mystic Falls anymore. Elena had chosen Damon and he had promised his brother that he would disappear to let them live their love.

He looked at Lexi, but she was gone. The veil dropped again. He continued to drive and once arrived at his destination, he threw Silas' body in the water. He took a deep breath. For the first time in his long life, he felt free to go and do whatever he wanted. He took out his phone, scrolled up until he saw Rose's number, and called her.

“Take me with you,” he said when she picked up.

In barely a second, The TARDIS appeared in front of him. The door opened and Stefan entered. He looked around. He have never tough that such a large space could exist behind this door. Of all the experiences he had had, this was by far the most surprising.

“Welcome aboard,” Rose said from behind the ship's controls. “Where do you want to go ? Pass ? Future ? In a galaxy far, far away ?” “Surprise me.”

Stefan approached and a huge smile lit up Rose's face. The door closed and the TARDIS disappeared, taking Stefan and Rose away for the start of their journey.

The end

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Healing

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Mature

Characters: Leonardo da Vinci, Comte de Saint-Germain, Original Female Character, Original Male Character

Polycule: OMC/Leonardo/Comte/OFC (a kind of complex quad where only the OCs are not dating each other); Individual Relationships: Main - Leonardo/OFC, Leonardo/OMC, OFC & OMC; Minor - Comte/OFC with mentions of Leonardo/Comte and Comte/OMC

Word Count: 4,105

Prompt(s): Accident, for PolyamShipping Day from @polyamships

Summary: Leonardo struggles with his relationships in the aftermath of a terrible accident, that left his girlfriend struggling to recover and his human boyfriend now turned into a vampire. Lucky Amy is there to support both her boyfriend and her brother so they can heal, but why does she claim what Leonardo considers the worst turn of events was the only way for everyone to be happy?

I was planning to write this for Multiamory March, but decided the idea fit this prompt well.

Surprising that I finished this with antecedence for a fandom I am still learning about...

Leonardo had always loved spending time with his girlfriend but, in the last two weeks, that time had become both awkward and healing.

Awkward because he was aware he’d been avoiding her on other days. She and her brother, who was also his lover, had gotten into a nasty accident and now Leonardo had an even more intense desire to protect her, to the point he didn’t want her to leave the house and, sometimes even not to leave his side. But he knew she hated to feel limited or trapped, so he had taken to keep it to himself by being away from her as often as he could.

Leonardo would still worry, but he trusted that Comte, as her other lover, would do a better job of protecting her without angering the young woman (he was probably even more overprotective, but at least managed to be subtle about it).

Amy had been pretending she was fine, but couldn’t hide from everyone the fact she was still having dizzy spells and heavy headaches. That didn’t keep her from going out alone and trying to help, not only around the house but also the kids who had been in the accident, too.

It was healing because, in these rainy days, Leonardo couldn’t escape his girlfriend’s presence and, having her by his side, kept him from reliving the moment he was summoned to see them right after the accident, that had been haunting him both when he was awake and asleep.

At the moment she had found him in the library, picked a couple of books, looked at her watch and said she had a few minutes, so she sat by his side and was reading quietly, except for the soft humming.

That’s how all of their moments since the accident had been spent, in that almost silence, broken only by the sound of the rain and her soothing music. Amy knew he’d been avoiding her, but she didn’t confront him, or try to comfort him, just sat there, singing or humming, focused on her own things. And he knew it was very comforting for her too, because Amy was otherwise very anxious on rainy days.

These moments almost made Leonardo feel like everything would be alright, if only for a moment.

And maybe it would be, but he had been afraid to find out. Because he was avoiding Amy, yes, but that was nothing compared to how he’d been avoiding Gale.

Leonardo couldn’t bear to watch the young man’s transition, afraid of the moment he would fail to adapt, or that he would regret it. In the aftermath of the accident, the only choice left had been turning him into a vampire or losing him completely, but Leonardo didn’t like either option, he wasn’t ready for either, and, from his point of view, neither was Gale himself.

After that, he had distanced himself from Comte, too. It wasn’t because he blamed the man for saving their younger lover. Maybe because he resented the fact that the other pureblood could make that choice and act on it so easily. Or it was because Leonardo trusted him to care for Gale in his absence. Maybe even because, with the distance he’d put between himself and the twins, Leonardo thought his relationship with the older vampire wouldn’t survive either, since they never got together before the other two came into their lives, despite how everyone thought it was obvious they should have.

Amy’s weight shifted against him, and her song wavered. Leonardo looked down and found her pretty unfocused. Either deep in thought or almost asleep.

“You look tired, cara mia.” Leonardo ran a hand through his girlfriend’s hair and her song wavered again at the contact.

“It’s been a complicated month.”

He had expected it to be about the accident, but the whole month? He didn’t remember anything extraordinary happening for that long, except that Amy and Gale had been volunteering to watch some kids.

“Was it the kids?”

Amy shook her head.

“A lot more things have been happening besides what we told you. I’m sorry. Maybe if I had, things would have happened a little different, although I did my best for them to.”

“What do you mean by different? Could you have prevented Gale from...” He couldn’t finish, neither needed to.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Amy closed the book and looked up at him. “I know you won’t like me saying it, but I think this was the best thing for Gale after the month he had. Could have avoided all the trauma of the accident, though.”

She was right. He didn’t like it. How could she say that curse was the best thing for her brother? If it wasn’t just the accident, what had happened of so horrifying for this to be their preferred fate?

“Why? What are you hiding?”

“I remembered about the other accident that caused my scar. I was trying to save Gale from doing something stupid. He has tried worse things in the past and almost died once. I was the one who almost died on the other. Whoever erased our memories from that saved him, but then he remembered.” She swallowed hard, her eyes misty and hands trembling. “But it’s not on me to talk about it, Leo. I didn’t want to have to hide it, but Gale didn’t want to worry you, and I was confident I could find a solution. But maybe the accident just rushed the inevitable. And all I care about now is that Gale is safe and sane. At least I know he’ll be fine.”

It was like Amy not to say things directly, not to look like she was forcing people to do what she wanted them to, but her message was clear. Talk to him, and remember what is really important.

Not that he understood what she was talking about Gale, but he’d been aware whatever things she forgot about her past were not pleasant ones, considering the black claw-like marks on her back. But then, shouldn’t she be the one suffering the most? What would Gale be searching for to cause her such marks?

But he didn’t ask. He knew she wouldn’t answer, anyway.

“Just talk to him.” Amy continued, in a rare pleading tone, confirming that was exactly what she wanted. “I know it’s hard, and I won’t hold it against you if you decide to stay just with me, or if you want to go somewhere far away and forget all of this, but you should at least talk to him one more time."

Amy was in silence for a moment longer and, then Leonardo noticed she suddenly change from a pained expression to a small smirk, but he didn’t need to ask why as the door opened right after.

Gale stood there for a moment, eyes flitting from place to place but avoiding looking at them while he spoke.

“Sorry. Amy was taking a little too long to return, and I was worried.”

“Gale!” Amy practically jumped up. “I didn’t even leave the mansion. What were you so worried about? I told you I would take a while, but if it was too long, I’m really sorry that I got sidetracked.”

“I know you’re not fully recovered, and you have the habit of not asking for help when you need it. Of course I worry about you, 'sis.” Gale gave her a small smile.

“My brother, my boyfriends… all three of you worry too much.” Amy pouted theatrically. “Is it a male thing? Because I don’t see the girls hounding me up that much.”

“Maybe because they always had the habit of asking me to.” Gale chuckled. “They knew I was the one you listened to the most.”

That cleared a little of the tension in the air as the siblings laughed. Leonardo also stood up, watching both his lovers with affection. It was just an everyday scene, as if nothing had changed. But for how long?

Amy pulled him closer for a brief kiss before she walked away, ruffling Gale’s hair on the way out.

“I think we can continue what we were doing some other time, Gale. This little delay completely messed up my schedule.” She told her brother before closing the door.

“Sometimes I don’t know if she sets things up on purpose, or if she is just lucky that things go her way.” Gale laughed, staring at the closed door.

“With Amy, both are possible, but this time I think she really set us up.”

Even Leonardo laughed a little. He was still afraid of the future but, at the moment, genuinely happy to see Gale acting so normal and cheerful and to confirm it was genuine and not an act to pretend he was fine.

“Yeah. She is that nosy, but I know it’s because she cares about us.” Gale turned to him and his smile faltered. “Is it okay if we talk? I can go away if you don’t want to.”

Leonardo sighed. He wasn’t really ready to face what had happened, but how could he say no to his boyfriend like this? Especially when he had nowhere to run from his sister afterward.

Although Amy said she would be okay if he decided to leave, that wouldn’t be without a fight. Not an outright argument, but one of her tricks to get what she wanted. She was good at that.

“If you’re going to apologize, then you shouldn’t. You were victim of a terrible accident and weren’t prepared to die and leave us but...”

“That’s not why I did it.” Gale’s voice was no more than a whisper. “Yes, I wasn’t prepared to die so young, and I have two lovers and four sisters I didn’t want to burden with my death, but I had made that decision long before the accident. I wasn’t hoping that something happened to me but, if it did, I knew what my choice would be for over a month. You’re the only reason why I held back from asking for it, risk of death or not. And I want to apologize because I knew that’s not what you wanted for me. For us. But I chose this anyway and for a selfish reason that had nothing to do with fear or love. So, I’m sorry.”

“Then why?” Amy had suggested as much, but Leonardo couldn’t believe he was hearing it from Gale himself. “What could possibly make you want to bring such a curse upon yourself?”

“Because this last month was a torment and I couldn’t take it for much longer. Amy and I recovered memories from our childhood that I didn’t even know we lost and with them, powers we didn’t know we had. That’s why Amy was sick for about a week back then.”

“What about you? Was that why you went out so frequently?”

“Kind of. My symptoms were milder than hers at first. Headache, some light-headedness… But hers went away fast, because she was simply overwhelmed by them. Mine, unlike Amy’s, caused these symptoms when I was a child too, whenever my powers spiked. People thought I was weird when I spaced out, or thought I was ill when the symptoms hit hard and I was constantly sent to doctors, only for them to prove there was nothing wrong with me. Well, there was, but nothing they could find out or cure. While Amy recovered, my symptoms grew worse, these bursts of powers more frequent.”

“Why would you hide that?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Gale sounded determined but looked hesitant and didn’t dare look Leonardo in the eyes. “My powers were suppressed once, and I thought it could be done again. That’s what Amy and I were going out so often to do. Then she reminded me that, to do it, we would need to erase these memories again, but, this time, it included my memories of you and Abel.” Gale sighed and closed his eyes. “I couldn’t do that, but I needed a solution… My only other option was waiting and praying they would go away on their own. Most people’s do, but in their teenage years so I didn’t have much hope they would disappear now. The accident was just my excuse to make a choice I was holding back from.” He finally looked up, eyes wavering a little. “So I’m sorry, and I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I kept hiding things from you and then made a selfish decision that I knew you were against.”

Leonardo finally approached Gale and put a hand on top of his boyfriend’s head, making the young man look up.

“If it was for your health, it wasn’t selfish, although I would rather you found a less dangerous solution.”

“It wasn’t just my health.” Gale looked away again, but made no mention of escaping Leonardo’s touch. “Part of me was just tired of feeling strange, like I wasn’t completely one thing or another.”

“What were you, then?"

“They call people like that Peculiars. We have some reactionary abilities but are basically humans. Not normal enough for common humans, though, and can’t control these abilities to be considered Magis. I always felt broken. Worst yet, for some of us, these powers are stronger than a human can bear and cause a variety of symptoms. I tried to get more power once, tried to become something less painful and more complete, too. Almost killed myself and Amy both times. She forgave me easily, but, then and now, I know these decisions were stupid and selfish.”

Leonardo was surprised that, in all his years, he had never heard of such a thing. He knew vampires were not the only creatures out there and that some humans had powers, but something in between was new to him.

“Wasn’t there other way?”

“Leo, I’m really fine. The only thing is that I have been feeding only of Blanc for now, but Abel said that, as long as I’m feeling properly nourished, it won’t be a problem. Amy and I even went back to M.Y.T.H. yesterday to help with the children. I’m learning, but there isn’t much you have to worry about.”

“Except when time starts pilling up and you get tired of just living on and start regretting your choice.”

“I’ll have you, won’t I?” Gale stepped closer, enough that the slightest movement would cause their bodies to brush. “Because I won’t let you say I don’t. If I have to prove to you that I am fine and will be fine every moment for the rest of my life, then so be it. Plus, the only way to get rid of me is leaving this place, but you have Amy and Abel in here, and I won’t let you leave them because of me. If you try, I’ll hunt you and drag you back and you can bet on it.” Gale pulled back only enough to look him in the eyes with a determined look and arms crossed.

Leonardo could only laugh at the cute aggressiveness of his young boyfriend. But he knew Gale was dead serious, even though he didn’t look one bit threatening.

The little difference between Gale and Amy was that the woman was more subtle, even sneaky about things, but they were equally strong and determined.

Although he still didn’t think Gale’s decision was the best one, knowing his boyfriend’s reasons made it easier to accept than thinking he would do this for his sake.

“I know better than to bet against you.” Leonardo sighed and pulled the young man into his arms. “But no more pretending you’re fine when you’re not, okay? I know how to make Amy tell me if you do.”

He expected Gale to laugh and make some joke about how his sister would keep his secret, or smile and actually promise him, while demanding something back, but all Leonardo got from the man in his arms was silence. Then Gale took a deep breath and his body trembled, before abruptly pulling away and turning around. Leonardo thought he caught a glimpse of red in Gale’s cheeks.

“Sorry. I should go and… make sure Amy is fine.”

An excuse. Leonardo noticed Gale’s hands clenching and unclenching and the tense muscles on the rest of his body and understood what was going on.

With a sigh and a weary smile, Leonardo stopped his boyfriend from leaving, pulling him back.

Face to face, he could see the hunger in Gale’s eyes, but also the hesitation, cheeks indeed scarlet as he did his best to look away.

“Hungry?” Leonardo asked teasingly.

“No… It is… different.”

“I’ve told you before, vampires’ thirst is especially strong for a loved one’s blood. Haven’t you and Comte…”

“No. I have felt like this, but I have been avoiding it. Tried to control myself. Although I wasn’t sure what was going on since he was the only one… and now you. If that’s the reason… would you mind? It’s fine if you don’t want me to.”

Leonardo caressed his boyfriend’s cheek and tipped his head up to look him in the eyes.

“I wouldn’t have stopped you if I minded. But we better take this somewhere more private, don’t you think?”

Gale only briefly nodded before turning away and pulling him by the hand to leave the library. Leonardo chuckled and let himself be guided back to his own room.

Amy had probably done something, because not only had no one entered the library while they talked, but they didn’t find anyone on the way either.

When the door was closed behind them, Leonardo also gave up all pretenses and pulled his boyfriend into a hungry kiss, all the while guiding him to the bed. He sat down and pulled Gale to straddle his lap.

“This is exactly how I feel most of the time in your presence. You learn to ignore it a little, but I always desire my lovers when they’re with me. But I never thought I could indulge in you and, right now, I won’t yet.” Each sentence was finished with a kiss deeper than the former until both of them were breathless.

“Why?”

“Because, right now, I only want to take care of you. Maybe next time.”

Gale looked at him so intensely now, eyes dark with desire. Trembling hands reached to get the collar of his clothes out of the way and, when they were done, one held onto his shoulder for purchase, the other tangled into his hair, tipping his head to the side for better access.

Warm lips traced a path down his neck with small kisses and occasional licks, followed by a few small nibbles, fangs almost scraping his skin. There was both eagerness and hesitation in these touches.

Leonardo only held Gale close, one hand on his waist, the other on the bed for stability, that one curling around the sheets, both in anticipation and in an attempt to control his own desire to bite the young man in his lap.

“May I?” Gale finally asked in a husky tone.

Leonardo shivered at the puff of breath that ghosted his wet skin.

“Go ahead.”

Gale didn’t need to be told twice before Leonardo felt the fangs pierce his skin. He’d done so with Abel enough times that he barely felt the pain - that was already small, to begin with - and was already bracing himself for the worst impact, the wave of pleasure that crashed over him, together with the hunger increasing from the scent of blood.

A groan escaped his lips and his grip on Gale’s waist tightened as the young man sucked and lapped at the wound.

For vampires, sharing their life essence with one another in such a manner was a special offering of love. It was also a promise of your life to your partner.

Gale finally pulled back, licking the remainder of red from his lips like a kid enjoying a candy. Hunger was replaced with a look of pure bliss.

“I love how you taste.” Gale muttered, almost looking in a trance.

Instead of saying anything, Leonardo pulled him for another kiss, enjoying the lingering taste of his own blood in his boyfriend’s mouth.

Still feeling the pleasure brought forth by the bite, he wanted nothing more than to push Gale down on the bed and have his fill of him, in more ways than one. But he meant it when he said he wouldn’t bite Gale yet. As for other things, he knew his boyfriend would complain about how it was too early in the afternoon to get away with it without having to face a lot of annoying teasing from everyone later.

To his surprise, Gale didn’t seem to mind. One kiss led to another and the young man’s weight leaned into him in an attempt to push him down himself.

“Are you still hungry?” Leonardo chuckled, hand rubbing Gale’s back.

“The kind of hunger you have always given me.” Gale was blushing again, but his eyes were now shining with lust. “And I know you want me too. I know what a bite like this does to the victim, and I can feel you.” Their bodies ground together and Leonardo bit his lip to stifle a moan. “It is a little early for this but… If you won’t take my blood, then I’ll have to reward you in another way. For staying.” Gale kissed him. “And for sharing yourself with me.” Another kiss.

Leonardo finally lost it, scooping his boyfriend up, only to drop him on the bed, taking control of the kiss.

“Whenever you want me.” Leonardo smiled, before kissing the boy again. “I’ll make sure you never regret being with me.”

“Never. I love you too much for that.” Gale whispered back, followed by a low moan when Leonardo started peppering his neck with kisses.

“I love you too.”

And he would show it at every given opportunity, for as long as they had each other.

Comte hadn’t seen any of his lovers all day.

One would imagine that, with three of them living in the same house on a rainy day, that would never happen.

Considering one of them was a newly turned vampire and the other two were still suffering from the accident that happened two weeks before - one from physical, the other from emotional damage - he worried even more when they disappeared like that.

Neither Amy nor Gale were in their rooms, so he checked the library, where they often hung out to find no one there either. None of them were in the dining room or kitchen either, and none of the other residents he passed by knew more than having briefly seen Amy minutes before, so Comte’s next stop was Leonardo’s room.

Before he could knock, though, he could acutely hear the familiar, sensual groan from inside.

It would seem Leonardo was busy keeping Amy distracted from her anxiety. He would give them some privacy and find Gale.

But when he turned to leave, Amy was coming from the other side. Which meant the only one who could be with Leonardo was Gale.

Comte looked at his girlfriend in surprise, and she beamed.

“Did them…”

“I hope so.” She interrupted, looking at the door. “Things happened a little too perfectly for them to ruin it.” Turning her attention back to him, Amy casually latched onto his arm. “I just want the people I love happy.”

“With you taking care of them, they’ll be, ma chéri.”

And they would. She was wonderful at fixing people. Even if she had failed this time, he had no doubt she would find another way.

“No. Not only me. You tried to talk with Leonardo and especially took care of Gale after the accident.”

“I would do everything for my lovers, but you were the most successful this time. Shall I reward you?”

He kissed her forehead, and Amy giggled. An unusual reaction of the combination of happiness and anxiety.

“Well, it’s raining and my other boyfriend is busy. I don’t need a reward, but you surely can entertain me, can’t you, my love?”

Amy said, all that while blushing fiercely. She was so adorable when she was flustered.

In fact, he always found her adorable, but there was something especial about seeing her like that.

“Anything for my lovers means you too.” Comte kissed her.

No matter what difficulties they faced. The four of them would go through it with each other’s support and love.

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Libby Spotlight: Fantasy eBooks

A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierel's future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort.

However, Sera's real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania—she's not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission—one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then...end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot.

Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Death's unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion she's never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit—it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.

This is the first volume in the "Flesh and Fire" series.

Queen of Myth and Monsters by Scarlett St. Clair

Isolde, newly coronated queen, has finally found a king worthy of her in the vampire Adrian. But their love for each other has cost Isolde her father and her homeland. With two opposing goddesses playing mortals and vampires like chess pieces against one another, Isolde is uncertain who her allies are in the vampire stronghold of Revekka.

Now, as politics in the Red Palace grow more underhanded and a deadly blood mist threatens all of Cordova, Isolde must trust in the bond she's formed with Adrian, even as she learns troubling information about his complicated past.

This is the second volume of the "Adrian X Isolde" series.

The Cornish Princess by Tanya Anne Crosby

Said to be a changeling child awarded to the King and Queen of Cornwall, Gwyndolyn is “blessed” at her christening with three fae gifts: a prophecy for her future, a gift of “Reflection,” and a golden mane—literally. Every lock of her clipped hair will turn to filaments of gold, provided it is cut by her one true love.

Alas, no one understands more than Gwyn that her blessings are in reality curses. Any man who gazes upon her will see his own heart reflected in her countenance, and depending on his virtue, she is either the loveliest woman in all the land... or the most hideous. It's a cruel jest of the capricious Fae, for unless a man's heart be true, she is destined to be coveted for her wealth, and despised for her face.

To make matters worse, Gwyn's aging and ailing father is desperate for an alliance with King Brutus of Loegria. The Romans are coming, and according to the Goldenchild Prophecy, only by uniting their Draig banners can they stem the Red Tide. He offers her to the ambitious and cruel Loch, who fought his way through the ranks and is reputed to have murdered his elder brothers. But so far as Loch is concerned, his betrothed is only an eyesore to be tolerated. He would never have married the girl if it weren’t for the fact that her shining golden tresses were supposed to fill his coffers—a lie, because her hair is no more than a tangled nest of golden curls.

But Gwyndolyn was not destined to be a spurned wife. To achieve her destiny as the Pen Draig, she must survive the treachery of Loegria's court, and the torments of her betrothed...

This is the first volume of the "Goldenchild Prophecy" series.

The Fall of Númenor edited by Brian Sibley

J.R.R. Tolkien famously described the Second Age of Middle-earth as a ‘dark age, and not very much of its history is (or need be) told’. And for many years readers would need to be content with the tantalizing glimpses of it found within the pages of The Lord of the Rings and its appendices, including the forging of the Rings of Power, the building of the Barad-dûr and the rise of Sauron.

It was not until Christopher Tolkien published The Silmarillion after his father’s death that a fuller story could be told. Although much of the book’s content concerned the First Age of Middle-earth, there were at its close two key works that revealed the tumultuous events concerning the rise and fall of the island of Númenor. Raised out of the Great Sea and gifted to the Men of Middle-earth as a reward for aiding the angelic Valar and the Elves in the defeat and capture of the Dark Lord Morgoth, the kingdom became a seat of influence and wealth; but as the Númenóreans’ power increased, the seed of their downfall would inevitably be sown, culminating in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men.

Now, adhering to the timeline of ‘The Tale of Years’ in the appendices to The Lord of the Rings, editor Brian Sibley has assembled into one comprehensive volume a new chronicle of the Second Age of Middle-earth, told substantially in the words of J.R.R. Tolkien from the various published texts, with new pencil illustrations by the doyen of Tolkien art, Alan Lee.

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Accidental NYE Kiss Chapter 3 - Bad Day

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x Ella; Leo x Ella

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

Song inspiration: Bad Day by Daniel Powter

A/N: This is the continuation of my little drabble from NYE that @bbrandy2002 requested where Ella drunkenly kisses Leo … eeeep! I literally didn’t think I’d be here writing a part 3 LOL.

Catch up here if you haven’t read it.

Warnings: Swearing; violence

Words: 1400

Ella could hardly open her eyes. The sun was streaming in from the blinds on the balcony doors by the bed and she hissed away from it like she was a vampire. The minute she moved her head started to pound and she winced. Oh my God I had way too much to drink last night. She slowly peeled one eye open at a time, blinking to try to focus on her surroundings. I’m in my room … She suddenly felt an arm come across her stomach and pull her to the other side of the bed. Ella gasped and turned to see Liam next to her, eyes still closed, hair tousled and a small smile on his half asleep face.

“Good morning, my love,” he said drowsily.

“You’re home!” Ella launched herself into him and she heard his deep laugh as he wrapped his other arm around her. “I thought you were snowed in?” She murmured into his bare chest.

“I was,” he said softly and placed a kiss into her hair. “But they cleared us to leave sooner than I thought. We were able to take off at two and got home around six.” She leaned her head back to look up at him. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for the new year, love.” He stroked her cheek and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Can I … make it up to you?” he said huskily and leaned over to kiss her.

“You … most definitely … can,” she murmured in between kisses.

Leo woke up in his quarters on the other side of the palace completely aware of what transpired the night before. He had not one drop of alcohol at the bar, he just saw a beautiful woman sitting alone and without even thinking about it he made his move. Leo had no idea how it happened, but in those 15 minutes he sat with her, he wanted to get to know her. He wanted to kiss her all the time and he wanted to stare into her light brown eyes. He didn’t get much sleep, kept tossing and turning … decided to try to pleasure himself but in the midst of it began thinking about Ella and stopped. This is fucking ridiculous. What the fuck?! He got up out of bed, showered, got dressed and brewed coffee to wake himself up a bit more. The guilt he felt ever since Drake and Maxwell told him that he made out with his brother’s fiancé was making his stomach turn into knots. I need to talk to Liam before those two blockheads tell him first. He looked at his watch, it was 11 am. He should be in his study by now.

He set his coffee mug down, strode out of his quarters and walked down the hallway quickly. He turned the corner and almost ran head first into Ella, who tossed up some paperwork she was holding in surprise. She was wearing a black faux-wrap dress, black heels with her long dark hair curled and laying softly over her breasts. Leo’s eyes scanned her form and stopped at her red lips.

“Uhh …”

“I am so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going.” Ella frantically picked up the pieces of paper on the floor, Leo snapped out of it and began helping her.

“It’s no problem. I’m … Leo,” he looked up at her and she smiled.

“Oh, hi, you look a lot like …” she trailed off, her head tilted to the side, eyes squinting at him while she tried to mentally place who he was.

“I’m Liam’s brother. I’m not usually in Cordonia.” She doesn’t remember anything from last night … does she? Leo held his breath and waited for Ella to respond.

“Right!” She smiled up at him. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Leo. Are you looking for Liam?”

Leo nodded.

“He’s in his study,” she waved behind her. “I’ll see you around.”

Leo nodded again, not trusting his voice. He walked towards the study and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice called from inside.

He pushed the door open and there stood Liam and Bastien discussing something over the desk. Both men looked up as Leo walked in.

“Leo! I didn’t know you were here. Happy New Year!” Liam grinned at his brother as he walked around his desk and the two hugged, clapping each other on the back.

“Yeah … I just arrived yesterday,” Leo looked at Bastien. “Hey Bas, how’s it going?”

“Prince Leo … it’s good to see you, son,” Bastien patted Leo on the shoulder then looked to Liam. “Sir, let me know when you’re ready to finalize Lady Ella’s security.”

Liam nodded. “Thank you, Bastien.”

Bastien bowed, turned and walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Liam looked at Leo. “So, what brings you home? A break from the racing circuit?” The king sat in his large chair behind his desk and studied his brother quizzically.

Leo sat in one of the armchairs directly in front of the large mahogany desk. “Uh, yeah there was a break for the holiday. I wanted to tell you something.”

“Alright, what kind of trouble are you in, Leo?”

Leo tried to look offended. “Why does everyone think I’m in trouble?”

Liam arched his brow and gave him a look. Leo sighed. “I’m not in trouble … per say. I just may have done something that … someone else … would think is less than ideal.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Okay, so I was at the beer garden last night for New Year’s Eve and I saw a beautiful woman sitting at the bar,” Leo looked up at Liam, who just nodded and motioned for him to continue. “She seemed to be really really drunk so I approached her and I made out with her a little when the New Year came.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

Leo took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “The very drunk woman at the bar that I kissed … turned out to be … Ella,” he whispered her name, hoping Liam wouldn’t hear it. But he did.

Liam stood slowly from his chair, his eyes never leaving Leo’s, placed fists on his desk and leaned towards his brother. “You. Did. What?” he enunciated slowly through gritted teeth.

Oh shit! Leo stood as well with his hands up, palms facing Liam. “Liam, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t know.”

“That won’t work. Try again.” Liam snapped, his jaw clenched and his eyes burned into his brother.

“I had no idea who she was, Liam. I haven’t been in the country since I abdicated! How was I supposed to know?” Leo yelled, now frustrated, threw his hands in the air.

“You would know if you were around more, Leo! Instead you disappeared! You weren’t there for me during the social season, ditched the coronation and now you want me to feel bad for you because you kissed my fiancé? Your excuse being you had no idea?!”

The men were face to face now, both hands clenched into fists, angry snarls on their faces as they took each other in.

“You know why I left! I explained everything to you! Now you wanna be a dick about it?! Well you know what,” Leo smirked. “She kissed me back, Liam.”

Liam’s vision blacked out and his self control snapped. He swung his fist and connected with Leo’s jaw. Leo flew back, grabbed his chin and shouted “What. The. Fuck!?!?” With a glare, Leo lunged forward and hit Liam across his face, sending the king back a few steps. Liam bent forward and grabbed Leo with both arms, tackling him to the ground, knocking over the chairs and vase on the end table in the process. Both men were rolling around on the ground, throwing punches for several seconds before Bastien rushed in, Ella trailing behind him.

Liam vaguely heard Bastien come in, he didn’t even hear Ella scream. He felt Bastien tug his arm away from Leo, another guard pulling Leo out from under Liam. Both men struggling against the guard’s holds, staring at each other menacingly.

“What the devil is going on here??” Bastien bellowed.

Leo spat blood onto the floor and motioned towards Liam. “Ask him.”

#Accidental NYE Kiss #liam x ella #liam x mc #leo x ella #leo x mc #trr #choices trr #the royal romance #the royal romance choices #choices the royal romance #trr fandom #trr fanfic #trr fanfiction #play choices #tw: violence

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I have a really angsty request thats gonna hurt 😭 poly!Mikaelsons before they are dating, where their friendship started because they were trying to use the reader for something (maybe the stakes idk that part is up to you) but through the whole thing they started to actually fall in love, but the reader finds out they were using her (before them confessing their feelings) maybe end it in fluff and them finally confessing (ik I said fluff but if you think fluff doesn’t fit then u can change it)

Yooo we gonna be sad gals

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, protective Mikaelsons

Y/N felt like she was in a dream as she didn't know want she did to deserve four beautiful beings like the Mikaelsons to love her. Y/N had it rough as her adoptive father was asshole and her adoptive mother was verbally abusive, her friends was more worried about Elena than her. So to have not only one but four people to want her and that was way out of her league.

But want Y/N didn't know was that the Mikaelsons was using her to get all of the white oak until they found themselves falling hard for the girl. And it all came to light after a fight she had with Elena about her going to tell them how she felt for them.

"They are just using you! They don't really love you as they just wanted the white oak. No ones would want a fat useless wolf girl like you." Elena's words had cut the girl as she went and confronted them to find that Elena was right as she saw the white oak in the fire place.

"Baby.....it was all before.."

"Don't....I get it now." Y/N said tears falling from her eyes leaving not seeing the heartbreak on the siblings faces. Since that day Y/N had left town no one knew where she went as the siblings searched for her. The Mikaelsons had fell for the wolf while it had started to use her but they fell and fell hard as loving the wolf came to them easily but now she was gone and they wanted her back.

"Here is one black coffee Marcel." Y/N said with a cheery smile as the vampire smiled at her. Y/N had gone to New Orleans to get away from everyone back in Mystic Falls lucky she saved up money. When she first got to the city she met Marcel when he saved her from being bitten by a vampire and he looked after her.

"Thanks sweetheart. How are you? Diego said someone is bothering you."

"It...is fine. No need to do anything." Y/N said while Marcel was aware that Y/N was a werewolf. It was a surprise to him just how soft and gentle she was for a wolf never causing trouble and always turning far from town.

"Listen babygirl. If there is someone bothering my favorite wolf I want to know." Marcel said watching the young woman bite her bottom lip before sitting down.

"A few of the witches have been following me."

"I'll look into it babygirl don't worry." Marcel said getting up pressing a kiss on her head leaving the shop. Y/N finished up her shift seeing Thierry standing just outside making her worry and the vampire saw the worry on her face.

"The Originals are in town and Marcel doesn't trust them so I'm here to walk you home." Thierry said when Y/N frowned as it was a blur when Thrierry's neck was snapped and Elijah was standing in front of her.

"Really Niklaus?"

"We don't need him tell Marcel that we are talking to our little wolf." Klaus said as Y/N glared pushing past them both. Both men was quick to catch up to her and Klaus smirked.

"Here I thought you would be happy to see us."

"Well you are sorely mistaken." Y/N said rather coldly which surprised both of them. After leaving Mystic Falls Y/N cried over them then her sadness turned to anger that never went away.

"Listen what happened in......."

"Save it Elijah. I get it you four didn't really like me and was just using me to get the white oak."

"But we really....."

"What care? Yeah right, sorry if I don't believe you." Y/N said walking off and they both let her walk off and decided to watch over her from a distance. Two months of the four trying to get Y/N to forgive and to be with them while Marcel learned why the witches were following Y/N around.

"Pregnant? The witches think I am pregnant with Klaus's child?" Y/N said when Marcel had came into the coffee shop as she was happy that it was a slow day while Rebekah and Kol listened from a back table.

"That they do. So maybe find out if you are....I wasn't aware you two are......"

"We aren't. And if I am he won't be seeing my child." Y/N said coldly as Marcel watched her walk off wondering just what the Mikaelsons done to his little wolf. Y/N went to her doctor learning she was pregnant then made plans to not let the Mikaelsons know about the pregnancy.

"What do you two want?" Marcel asked seeing Elijah and Klaus walk into the Abattoir in a blur Klaus held him by his thoat holding him against a wall.

"Our little wolf where is she?"

"I have no idea where Hayley is....or did you mean Y/N? Here I thought that other wolf seen around you was your object of affection."

"Marcellus, tell us." Elijah said lowly when they heard her foot steps and they looked smiling as she glared.

"Wow not surprising that you both were going to hurt Mar to get your way." Y/N said ignoring how they both shamelessly raked their eyes over their love.

"Hey baby girl. Need something?" Marcel asked ignoring how both Originals glared at him as Y/N sighed.

"The witches are right."

"Oh....want to talk about it?" Marcel asked while Elijah and Klaus glared harder then stopped hearing a second heartbeat from Y/N.

"No. I'll let you finish up with them."

"Y/N is pregnant?!" Rebekah said surprised as Kol was equally upset like Elijah and Klaus that the idea their girl carrying another's child.

"From what I learned. Y/N is carrying Niklaus's child as the witches thought Hayley was the mother." Elijah said making them freeze and knew they needed to get Y/N under their protection.

"You are looking beautiful."

"What do you want Kol?" Y/N questioned glaring him as she worked cleaning off tables as Kol smiled.

"For you to forgive us as you are carrying Nik's baby. Let us protect you."

"No. I loved you four and you used me! And Klaus will never see my child!" Y/N said finishing up work leaving as Kol frowned before calling Rebekah.

"So you and Elijah?"

"I don't care Hayley. If you want to date the ass go ahead." Y/N tells the other wolf as Hayley smiled while Y/N looked at the book that Hayley brought her.

"This is a family tree. Most Alpha of a wolf pack has as one, this one is of the Crescent wolf pack."

"You know of the pack?" Hayley asked looking at the pregnant wolf.

"Yeah, it was my birth pack before given up for adoption." Y/N said pulling up her sleeve showing Hayley the Crescent mark on her wrist before continuing to telling Hayley about the wolf pack.

"Hayley seems to like you brother."

"I am aware Niklaus but much like you my heart belongs to Y/N." Elijah says as both were with Rebekah sitting in the coffee shop watching Y/N work and saw that she began to show a bit.

This went on for a month before Marcel got tired of it and had Davina trap Y/N with the siblings in the Abattoir to hash out their problems. So now Y/N sat pissed off arms crossed ignoring the Mikaelsons as Rebekah chewed on her bottom lip inching to touch Y/N's baby bump.

"Listen love yes at first we were using you. But we fell for you." Klaus said as Elijah stepped forward kneeling in front of Y/N getting her attention. Y/N saw the look of adoration and devotion in their eyes for her and it made her heart skip a beat.

"Baby, we fell for you and fell hard. And we were going to tell you the truth."

"Darling, we were heartbroken when you left and followed Hayley here to find you."

"Sweetheart, we are truly sorry and we understand if you don't forgive us but please don't take the child from us." Rebekah said sitting next to Y/N as the wolf looked at them seeing no lies but hurt broken vampires that loved a woman that they felt truly guilty for hurting.

"I forgive you. I missed you all." Y/N said tears falling down her cheeks as all four hugged her cuddling her. Y/N flushed burying her face in Kol's neck feeling them pressing closer as if to hide her away from the world promising to protect her from everything.

#L.R writes #mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.

Yessssss let's go boys!

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons

As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.

"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."

"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No.....I just like people."

"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.

"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.

"Marking territory sister?"

"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."

You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.

"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.

"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."

"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.

Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.

"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.

Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.

"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"You think she is pregnant?"

"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.

"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."

"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."

"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.

"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.

"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.

"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.

"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.

"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.

"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.

"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."

"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.

"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.

"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.

"Oh....isn't weird?"

"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.

"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.

"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.

"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.

"Yes now where is our wolf?"

"Hayley is upstairs."

To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.

"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.

"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."

"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"

"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.

"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.

"Witch attack?"

"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."

"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.

"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.

Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.

"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.

"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"

"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.

"And this nonsense?"

"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.

"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."

"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.

"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."

"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.

"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.

"Morning, I missed you."

"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.

"Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.

"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"

"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.

"What plan?"

"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.

"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.

"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.

"You think the baby will like here?"

"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."

"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.

You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.

#rere's stories #mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine #mikaelson family x reader

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