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leroiloup · 3 years
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► @bayouroyalty​ ​  //   liked for a halloween one-liner
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      ❝ I wonder if we could get away with decorating the compound in actual human remains like we did in the old days –– - ❞
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stakedthat · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​
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“Stop. Don’t panic.” She should be telling herself that, honestly, not the very human man in the club who falls under her hypnotic gaze, and not just because her eyeshadow is on point tonight. It’s unnerving- the vamp powers, not the power of makeup- but Hayley’s given her plenty of reasons why she needs to learn these types of skills sooner rather than later. But she’s taking away a human’s free will! They can’t choose not to do this, they can’t fight her! She’s supposed to protect- and there goes the runaway thoughts again. Okay, Buffy. You can do this. 
“Relax. You’re not even here right now, about to be bit, you’re... oh! You’re on a beach. Not Santa Monica. I’m thinking Malibu. Are you a margarita guy or something more macho? I like the... the little umbrellas....” She clears her throat and looks over her shoulder back at Hayley, second guessing herself. “Is this right? It feels kinda in the realm of stage magician or pseudo-shrink and not really... vamp-y.”
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cursedbcrn-a · 3 years
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plotted starter // @bayouroyalty​
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          The carnage is unbelievable, and Hope barely has a chance to breathe before another monster is swinging at her. The fight has been dragging on for at least an hour, and while the stream of monsters has slowed down, it seems the best has been saved for last. When she recognized some of the monsters heading towards them as ones they had already vanquished, Malivore or not, she knew it was only a matter of time before Kai Parker found his way towards the school. He would never be able to resist, and Hope has never been so irritated to be correct. They have traded more than a few blows, and Hope felt her stamina at its limit, but giving up is not an option. “Just fucking stay down!” she grunted as she landed a solid hit against his chest, sending Kai flying. 
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dottirmikaelson · 3 years
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⤮ @bayouroyalty​ 
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Rebekah presses the green CALL button and brings the burner phone to her ear. She takes a sip of wine, feigning an unbothered state as she listens to the ringing tone with bated breath. When she hears the other line pick up, all of that anxiety gets shoved out the door. ❝ Finally. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting. How dare you. ❞ 
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j-reau · 3 years
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JJ HAS A MEME DAY
@bayouroyalty​ sent: “Get behind me NOW.”
JJ doesn’t listen but her head shoots up in the direction of the loud footsteps that had just come through the bar door. She and Hayley Marshall had agreed to meet here, to talk. But so far, JJ still finds that she’s coming up on nothing. Talking in circles, an endless web of Hayley keeping her and the information she needs at arm’s length. Her team is coming up on loose end after loose end. They’re all losing their patience and so is she. 
The bar door crashes loud against the wall behind it. JJ swears one of the men is bearing teeth. His eyes are dark. She’s seen it before. In the alley. 
“Like hell,” JJ mutters, her hand on her gun at her side. She stands, beside Hayley and address the group currently advancing on them. “Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”
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silencedrage · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty asked “ 3. for one muse to come to the other in the middle of the night to crawl in bed with them ” ( for freya and hayley )
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          In the first year after their family scattered, nights are always the hardest. Freya can hear Hope crying for her father in the middle of the night, and the way Hayley gently shushes her back to sleep. She always feels a little like an interloper in those moments, eavesdropping at the other end of the hall. It doesn’t seem right to interrupt a family moment like that, so instead she waits at her door for the telltale sound of Hayley leaving Hope’s room and returning to her own. She has grappled with this decision before, whether it is her place to even offer, but tonight, there is something about the way Hope cried that makes Freya’s break. She stops briefly to poke her head into her niece’s room, murmurs an incantation to clear away tearstains from pale cheeks, before closing the door once more. 
The rest of the journey down the hall takes longer, even if it is only a few steps more, and she stands outside the door for longer than she wants to admit. But this is normal, seeking and giving comfort to family. Whatever charged thoughts her imagination wants to supply her brain can wait. 
The room is dark, even if Hayley doesn’t sleep and has no need for it with her hybrid nature, and Freya is glad for that fact. The hybrid can still probably see her face, but at least she can’t see Hayley’s. It makes her a little braver, as she crosses the room and climbs in beside her. Her face is hot, and she looks down at the blanket rather than up at Hayley, at the question that is undoubtedly in her eyes. 
“I heard Hope. Is she okay?”
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murderousbitch · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​ | cont. from here.
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                One moment they were at the door of Hayley’s home, the next there was a breeze that passed by and she was soon seated on a windowsill. There wasn’t a single complaint that would be heard from the slayer, far too occupied with dragging her lips along the others neck. She heard the crashing of glass meeting floor, the familiar smell of whiskey filling the air, mingling with whatever perfume Hayley wore. It was an intoxicating smell and had a smirk curling her lips as her hands explored.
With her legs wrapped around the hybrid’s waist, keeping her between her legs, Faith nipped at the flesh of her neck before pulling back to look into her eyes. But it’s only for a split second that she sees the gold eyes peering back into her own much darker before a feverish kiss is sprung on her. Again, there is no complaints, only a soft moan leaving her as hands push the leather jacket from the others shoulders. The kiss was anything but gentle, tongues dueling as her legs tighten. It’s only when the bite and all too familiar taste of blood has her eyes opening.
She doesn’t mind, far from minding actually. The look in Hayley’s eyes causes a shiver to dance up and down her spine as she stares back at her. “Don’t be gentle...” she breathes before she’s tangling her fingers in dark locks, pulling the other back to her, lips meeting once more.
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seesgood · 3 years
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❝ i’m saying i can do it, hales. ❞  and she knows how she sounds. desperate. unhinged. crazed. but magic is a powerful thing, and she’s barely dipped her toe into what it can do. and it can do this.  ❝ we could bring them back. ❞  the same way they brought hayley back. it’ll take a little more magic. some more witches. a greater cost, probably. but they could do it.  ❝ all of them. stefan. klaus. elijah. jackson --- i could do it. ❞          /          @bayouroyalty​ !       
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heroicis-archived · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​     //     continued    from    here.
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ripped   away   from   her   home   for   so   long,   rebekah   had   almost   forgotten   what   was   here   for   her   in   new   orleans.   the   first   time   she   has   stepped   foot   in   the   city   in   five   years   after   being   trapped   in   an   alternate   universe   that   was   starting   to   feel   permanent,   comfortable.   but   it   wasn’t   home.   that   very   realization   dawns   upon   her   as   she   wraps   her   arms   around   hayley’s   frame,   her   flushed   face   burying   itself   in   the   crook   of   the   hybrid’s   neck.   she   inhales   her   scent,   lavishing   in   the   delectable   aroma   emitting   off   of   the   warmth   of   her   skin.   she   can’t   help   but   press   her   lips   against   the   soft   surface,   her   inner   desires   trumping   any   common   sense.     ❝   all   thanks   to   you,   ❞      her   voice   is   gentler   than   usual   as   she   speaks.   instead   her   typical   confident   disposition,   rebekah   is   vulnerable,   at   risk   of   melting   under   the   strong   and   comforting   arms   of   physical   contact.     ❝   as   much   as   i   would   much   love   to   continue   the   tear-inducing   reunion     —      where’s   the   little   munchkin   ?   she   must   have   grown   like   a   tree.   ❞
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tormentbled · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​
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      ❛  mom,  i’m  telling  you  the  truth.  i  didn’t  do  it.  ❜  the  teenager  groaned,  head  tilting  back  and  followed  by  a  big  sigh.  ❛  lizzie  is  the  one  who’s  guilty.  she’s  trying  to  get  me  into  trouble.  but  of  course,  no  one  believes  me.  ❜  arms  slightly  flail  as  hope  jumped  onto  the  large  bed  with  a  huff.    
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perfectanguish · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​​ cont. from here
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            More and more he was finding that this city had more secrets than Los Angeles. He wasn’t naïve in thinking that there wasn’t other species out there, he just had never met them until his arrival in New Orleans. Considering the last time he was down around these parts, it was back in the mid 1900′s and even then he didn’t remember much of the city or the locals. So it was a learning experience all the way around.
Having heard some commotion followed by the overwhelmingly familiar smell of fresh blood, his attention was grabbed. Not only did the blood smell different—had a strong magic scent to it—but if it was freshly spilled, he knew there was a reason behind it. So he followed it, finding himself standing among scattered bodies. Figuring he wasn’t the only one who could smell the scene, he didn’t linger for long and chose to instead follow the bloody footprints.
Being led to a bar, a bar he had been to, Angel walked inside and paused when he saw the woman. There was no delicate way to eat when the hunger took over, he knew from experience. It didn’t matter how old the vampire was; the hunger brought out the primal animal in all of them. When she noticed him, he held up his hands in a non threatening way.
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“Not a problem. You need it more than I do,” he replied, hands falling to his sides. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you’re the one who did the handy work back there?” he asked, keeping his tone and facial expressions neutral. This wasn’t his city after all.
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leroiloup · 3 years
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► continued from HERE with @bayouroyalty
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        Though the quip that tumbled from Hayley’s mouth wasn’t entirely unexpected, Klaus found it loathsome all the same. In over a thousand years’ worth of existence, the original wasn’t used to people who didn’t react in fear around him ; quaking, trembling, or even bolstering their wits with a front of false strength were among the more common greetings that Klaus was used to. Yet not only did the wolf mother refuse to bend to his will of imposing threat –– she dared to shrug it off with an amusing quip.
Shifting his weight, eyes moving to look away from her as he recollected himself, even the hybrid could admit that he had spoken with a bit too much dramatics in his speech.  ❝ You could have fooled me, love, ❞ he said as cobalt eyes refocused on the brunette. He continued with a flourishing gesture of his hand as though conducting a lecture.  ❝ I merely want you to understand that there is no threat that I cannot overcome to keep you all safe under this roof. Why then, I can’t help but wonder, do you continue to fight me at every turn ? ❞
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stakedthat · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​
The meeting with the factions went well enough. She thinks. There are too many motivations in a single room to know for sure. But so far, none of them seem too keen about the news that strange magic is what attracted the Slayer to their city. Hopefully a common threat keeps them working together until it’s handled. 
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And handle it, Buffy intends to. She mutters something to Willow and breaks off from the group as witches, vampires, werewolves and humans split off and go their separate ways. In a light jog, she catches up to Hayley and touches her elbow. Is that socially acceptable to do with an alpha? Her experience with Oz’s transformations never gave her much of a glimpse into pack hierarchy. Or werewolves with that vampire flavor going for them. Hybrids, so they’re called. Ah well. They’ll live with it. “Hey. Is there somewhere we can speak in private? If that exists with all the super-hearing going around these days. I-it’s kinda important.”
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dottirmikaelson · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​ 
It was the false sense of security, and a constant need to get away from the compound. 
It’s hard not to underestimate foes as an Original Vampire, over a thousand years old, born to a viking father, and has since travelled the world at the Original Hybrid’s side. They’ve always gotten through. True fear was rarer than even the most precious stones. But then she underestimated a foe she thought to be vanquished, during a morning walk to escape having to watch the woman she loves navigate the compound with a ring on her finger. It’s a mistake that she, for once, thinks may even be fatal. 
Her memory of how they took her is spotty, swimming through a timeline that hardly feels real. It started with the pinch of a needle being shoved into her neck, and the next thing she knows... she isn’t quite sure what she knows. 
She does know that the first injection had the burn of vervain that made her an easy target. But when she wakes up momentarily in a building she doesn’t recognize, she's hooked up to an IV, watching as she gets injected with a liquid that has a fraction of the burn of vervain, but her strength is stolen in ways she can’t wrap her mind around. The witches surrounding her stand waiting with various instruments of mortal death in their grasp: A stake. A knife. Are they supposed to work? Are they supposed to kill her? Is this the weapon the cult boasted about creating?
Heavy, shallow breaths steal her energy and her consciousness fades.
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When she wakes again, she first senses the ache in her bones and the chaos in the air around her, but her own thoughts and body can’t move fast enough to catch up. With no one stopping her, she tears the needle connected to the bag of near empty liquid from her arm, and with too much effort to bring any relief, she sits herself up to witness a massacre. 
Limbs and dismembered bodies litter the floor, and continue to do so, as a wolf whose muzzle and teeth drip with blood rips witch and vampire apart indiscriminately. Rebekah knows the blood-soaked coat immediately.
Hayley. 
Rebekah swings her legs over the edge of the bed and stands with great effort like the gravity on earth suddenly increased tenfold, but a witch is there to push her back and hold her to the bed, brandishing a knife. He swipes, cutting her across the chest as she struggles with all her might before punching him in the throat, sending him back a few steps. Rebekah props herself up and catches some of the blood leaking from the wound that doesn’t heal. It’s then that she notices multiple wounds and bruises decorating her body, that have healed no faster than one would expect from a human. Her head snaps up and she widens her eyes at the witch that charges at her again. 
“HAYLEY!” 
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j-reau · 3 years
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plotted starter @bayouroyalty​
Out in the Bayou -- find a woman named Hayley Marshall. They woman they had spoken to was clear about her instructions and where to find the answers they’re looking for. Garcia had run the name and come up with a whole lot of nothing. Dead parents, a boating accident, no real record, no real existence otherwise. It’s either a great sign or the worst one and JJ has a feeling that no one lives with a pack of other people out in the Bayou with absolutely no history unless they have something to hide. 
She assumes she does have something to hide. This whole city does. That’s the way of a place like New Orleans, rooted in history, tragedy, darkness. And somehow also, every aspect of the occult that one could possibly find. The teams there because of a rash of recent tourist deaths. Puncture wounds in their necks, drained of blood. Somehow it’s not the first time they’ve seen kills that look like they come from Vampires. It’s the kind of kill that doesn’t point to someone like Hayley Marshall but they’ve been wrong before. 
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Morgan stays outside, talking to two men with beards and bad haircuts who had first insisted that Hayley wasn’t there before they saw the badges. JJ goes to the door of the house they’d pointed to and knocks until a woman answers, 
“Hayley Marshall? I’m Agent Jareau with the FBI. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
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silencedrage · 3 years
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@bayouroyalty​ // continued from xx
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           The only time Freya leaves her side is to carry Hope back to her room after she fell asleep next to Hayley’s bed. Otherwise, she remains and careful eyes watch over her still form. Although she’s gotten used to the idea that most of her family members no longer possess a heartbeat, it still gives her cause for concern. Without one, Hayley just lays on the bed in peaceful slumber, looking more ready for her funeral than like her body is healing. She doesn’t even move with how deeply the injuries run and Freya waits so she might breathe again as soon as Hayley opens her eyes.
She truthfully has no idea what transpired, only that they had been separated in the fight, and by the time Freya had managed to locate her and burst through the door, the damage was done. With the amount of blood and internal organs that seemed to be outside of Hayley’s body rather than in it, there was a moment that Freya almost believed she would lose her again. 
The mental image of being elbow deep in her wife’s body, while she desperately chanted in every language she knew, will never leave her. The way a hand reached up to graze against her face, leaving behind blood that Freya still hasn’t cleaned off. Her clothes are stiff with dried blood, but she cannot bear the thought of leaving and Hayley waking up alone. So she continues to sit and wait and pray to deities that she believed had forsaken her centuries ago. Hybrids are practically indestructible, she reminds herself over and over again as eyes flick over the still figure in the bed. Her body was still intact, so everything Freya knows about magic and vampires and werewolves means that she will come back. 
She has to. 
When Hayley finally bolts up, Freya feels like she is finally able to get a good breath of oxygen. She takes Hayley’s hands, tears spilling over once more, as she presses kisses to her fingers. Her own are still caked with blood, now brown and flaky and stuck under her nails, while Hayley looks pristine. The contrast is startling, but somehow fits with who they are. But metaphors aside, she is awake, with alert eyes looking into her own, and Freya slumps into her arms. 
“I don’t know. You were.. we got separated and I knew something was wrong. When I found you, I thought...” 
It’s clear what she thought, but Freya just grips Hayley tighter, like she needs the reassurance of holding something physical to chase away the remnants of her terror. “Hope is in her room. She was here all night, and she finally nodded off. But she’s okay, I promise.�� Freya was glad that Hope hadn’t seen the full extent of her mother’s injuries. Whenever she closed her own eyes, she couldn’t get the image out of her head. It would likely plague her for some months to come before fading into the rest of the traumatic memories that have riddled her life. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
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