“Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.”
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“I can never go back. You should’ve seen them. They were terrified. My family thinks I’m a monster. And they’re right… I am.” (TW/TVD Crossover AU)
“I thought you said you were never coming back,” Damon said, glaring at her venomously.
“Well… I heard some interesting things.” Faye said as she looked at the trio standing in front of her. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?”
“Or you could just leave, that’s what you do best anyway,” Damon growled.
“Damon,” Stefan said wearily, he was still staring at Faye – who never lost the smirk that seemed forever present on her face. “Faye, this is Caroline Forbes. Caroline, this is Faye,” he hesitated a moment before adding, “our sister.”
“Your sister?” Caroline asked, an incredulous look had crept upon her face.
“I was afraid you had forgotten,” Faye said, her eyes glistering. “Well, yes. I take it they don’t talk about me much. How very rude of them.”
“How long are you staying?” Damon asked abruptly.
“However long I have to in order to sort out your mess.”
Stiles: We’re going to get through this. We’re family. I need you, Caroline. Don’t give up on me now.
— TW/TVD Crossover, Stiles and Caroline are
stepsiblings
TW/TVD Crossover, Stiles and Caroline are
stepsiblingsStiles gets into trouble and Caroline has to go save him. (Part 1, out of 2)
When Professor Mcgonagall told him that he had to go to the hospital wing right away he had rushed over there, stomach full with dread. A visit to the hospital wing never bode well and after all that he’s been through, he could certainly do without. He was rather sick of the scent of disinfectant (potions or not), the slight tinge of blood, and the ever present sounds of coughing. It reminded him too much of the Capitol’s operation rooms.
Even now he couldn’t erase Katniss’s farewell gaze from the insides of his eyelids. Small smile and shiny grey eyes glistening with unshod tears. An image so vivid he could almost reach out and touch it.
He shook his head clear of the memory and threw open the doors to the nurse’s room, panting from the long trek from Mcgonagall’s office. He looked into the room and then a smile blossomed across his face.
She doesn’t say a word, just gives him the tiniest of smiles, a rare smile from the ever stern Katniss Everdeen.
He rushed to her side, reached out to touch her cheek just briefly with his fingertips. He had a quick moment of horrible fear that she was just a halo, an invention of the Capitol, but his fingers touched flesh.
“That tickles, Harry,” she laughed, an even rarer laugh. She was full of surprises today.
And he pulled her into a tight hug.
