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#moss and vervain meeting again#and technically moss owes him nothing because of all the insults#but he just sees the condition vervain is in#and is just#alright let’s try a fresh start without the general who was the reason why we did what we did#but vervain declines#probably thinking it’s a trap or something#he knows nobody owes him anything so he is just like u can’t fool me#vervain has been rotating in my brain so much lately because literally everything he did was for the general#and yet he always got the shorter end of the stick
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You're hired as an assistant to Harry but now he’s sick so you take the role of home nurse. TW Domestic Abuse, violence, blood and gore
authors note: Hello! If anyone has a request for an Harry Osborn story please comment it down below! Enjoy!
You brushed off your dark grey pants and fixed your blue cardigan. Your hair is already up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face but your curtain bangs frame your face as they were to short to put up but not too long that you’d find them irritating. You walked through the doors of Harry’s bedroom carrying tea with turmeric and vervain. The turmeric for pain relief and the vervain to help him sleep though when his dull eyes met yours it was clear that the tea was helping neither. His face was sunken in, eyes too. He looked like he was already sweating through his t-shirt that you had just laid out for him. The cane was perched next to the desk where he sat. You had been working as Harry’s assistant for about a year and a half. Your job was to make sure everything ran smoothly for Harry. Like making sure he took his meds, ate well and stayed the same. But these days you were more of a nurse since his health started to rapidly decline. His father told you that his treatment rejected his body which was an odd way of putting it but you just felt awful. Norman asked you to come work for him specifically as your boss said you were the hardest worker. You kept your head down and did as you were told. Though your boss was singing your praise, Norman pulled you aside and asked to work for him. You weren't sure as you were actually hiding out from an ex boyfriend of yours. You had a restraining order but he always found where you worked but you kept alluding him by some chance. Working for the Osborns wasn’t actually keeping a low profile.
“I saw your file. If you come to stay with us, no one will ever get to you. I promise.” You were still thinking when your boss pulled you aside.
“It’s a great opportunity for you to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. That boy won’t last long.” That’s when you quit your job and left with Norman to meet Harry. Your boss was always an asshole but to speak about people so unsympathetically made your stomach turn in a very familiar way. Mr. Osborn had you trained as an at home nurse, though you weren’t an actual nurse you still knew how to take care of Harry and that was enough for his father.
“Good Morning Mr. Osborn.” You say cheerily. “I have some tea for you to start then I’ll get your breakfast. Oh and MaryJane is here to see you.” Harry nodded and took his tea with shaky hands. He washed his pills down with it.
“That’s…really good.” He said, almost surprised.
“Did you think I was going to give you something that tastes like wet leaves?” You chuckled and Harry almost smiled when Maryjane entered. You smile and turn to get Harry’s breakfast.
“Hey Jence. What does Harry Osborn usually eat in the mornings?’ You asked, leaning on the counter. The cook turned around and hummed.
“I can do an omelet. Easier to eat.” You nodded and waited as Jence did his thing. “You should eat too, young lady.” You rolled your eyes.
“I ate before I came in this morning.” Jence chuckled.
“One yogurt isn’t breakfast.” He says sliding over a plate with eggs and bacon. “Eat.” You shook your head and finished the plate when the sound of glass shattering made you shoot up. What was that? You quickly made your way to Harry’s room. Upon arriving, you see Harry on the floor, glass surrounding him, his cane out of reach. Maryjane’s shocked eyes trailed the scene in front of her.
“Leave.” Harry whispered yet she didn’t move. “LEAVE NOW!” He roared, making her run out of the room. You made your way over to Harry and took off your cardigan, placing it over the glass nearest to him. He was silent but allowed you to help him stand up by placing both your hands on his arms. You set him on his bed and placed his cane next to him.
“Don’t move.” You say finding a dustpan. While you swept up the glass, Jence came in with his breakfast. He gave it to Harry then grabbed a garbage can to put the glass in.
“Ms. I’ll take care of the rest.” He says walking away to dispose of the glass. You turned to Harry who was still on the bed, his breakfast at his side, staring into space. You kneel down in front of him.
“Mr. Osborn?” You ask quietly. Harry’s eyes slowly make their way to yours. “It’s ok. I can call the window repair man right away to fix this.” You were surprised when Harry treated you like a human around the son. With Norman’s reputation you assumed Harry was just some spoiled brat who would make ridiculous demands all day. But you were surprised when he would hold the door for you when you first started, when he pushed chairs out of your way or when he would make you breakfast if you were up late taking care of the house. It’s breaking your heart to see him like this.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head and handed him his breakfast.
“It’s not a big deal. Eat please. I’ll take care of everything else.” You said standing up and walking out.
“Thank you.” He called. You turned to him, still seeing his back but he was peeking over it.
“Of course Mr. Osborn.” You say as you start to close the door.
“Mr. Osborn is my father.” He chuckled slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. Osborn is my father. Call me Harry.” You opened your mouth to protest. “Please.” He asks quietly. “I’ve known you for a year and a half. Mr. Osborn seems a little too formal.” You nodded.
“Ok then, uh I’ll see you later…Harry.” You say mirroring his small smile and closing the door.
It was about six pm when you were on your way to give Harry his dinner, chicken soup with biscuits.
When you knocked again only to hear a faint.
“Come in.” You did so and saw Harry sitting at his desk.
“Good evening Mr. uh Harry sorry old habits.” He nodded, eyes dropping. “I have your dinner and I made more tea if you want it.” You say placing the tray down. You see his hands, shakier than this morning go for the spoon but hesitates. “Harry.” You started. “Would you, and you can say no, would you like me to help you.” Harry stops reaching completely and looks up at you, his eyes emanating anger and pain. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You say quietly backing up. Harry grabbed your wrist. His hands were frozen, so cold it made you gasp and hold your hand on top of his.
“Sorry…cold hands, bad blood flow ya know?” You knelt down again and took his other hand in between yours and started to rub them to try and get the blood flowing again. You both were sitting in silence when Harry spoke again. “Yes.” You looked up wondering why he had said that only realizing that he was answering your question. You nodded and took a seat in front of him. Carefully you picked up the spoon, dipped it into the soup and held the spoon up to Harry’s lips. He blew on it and opened his mouth. The warm liquid seemed to bring some color back in his face. “Damn Jence never disappoints.” He chuckles. “I hope my dad is paying him well. You too. You’re what? My age?” You nod and still continue to feed him. Harry ate a little more until he signaled he was done. “That’s all I can stomach right now.” He huffs. You take a minute to make sure he doesn’t throw up anything. Dr. Connors has been informing you on what to look for. “Why are you here?” Harry finally asked. You were taken aback b y the question.
“I-I’m-huh?” Harry’s eyes were now burning through you.
“Why are you here? You’re my age, you should be out on the town with friends. Going to Coney Island yucking it up. You should be traveling the world, going to trade school or college, something other than tending to a dying man.” Harry was out of breath more than usual after he finished. You sat with him, confusion all over your face.
“You know,” You started, “no one says ‘yucking it up’ anymore right?” And he laughed. A real laugh not a small huff and chuckle, a real wholesome laugh. You were proud of yourself until he started coughing. Then you handed him some water which he gratefully chugged. Once he was breathing normally again he looked up at you.
“Thanks. I needed that.” You smile at him.
“Nice to hear you laugh.” You started getting up and gathering the dishes. “I’ll bring you more tea in a little bit.” You said, collecting the bowl of soup and spoon. Harry stood up rather quickly, making you jump.
“I’ll get the door for yo-” He started to say until he lost his balance and was going down. Out of instinct you abandoned the bowl and grabbed him before he hit the ground. The bowl shattered around you knees as you were able to catch Harry before his hit the ground. Norman Osborn soon burst into the room concern written all over his face but relief replaced it when he saw you holding up his son, porcelain digging into your knees yet your focus was only on Harry.
“I’m so sorry!” Harry exclaimed but you brushed it off. Norman helped Harry back to his bed and sat him down.
“How bad?” Norman asked.
“Stitches not needed.” You replied pulling small pieces of porcelain from you knees. “Just need them disinfected.” Your matter-of-fact tone was worrying to Harry but not to Norman. He knew you’d been through much worse. Harry seemed to pick up that there was something his father was hiding from him about you but it alluded him.
“Dr. Connors is on his way up. He’ll take a look at them.” And as his name was invoked Dr. Connors came in and surveyed the room.
“Her first.” Harry said pointing to you. “She’s bleeding.” You made eye contact with Conners as if to say ‘I’m fine’ take care of your employer. “I mean it! Her knees are bleeding cause she mad sure I didn’t fall. Check-”
“Take a deep breath.” You say. “You’re getting to worked up, it’s ok. I’m not gushing blood. Just a few scratches.’
“Alright son.” Norman said softly. “Connors.” He directed. Dr. Connors looked over your knees, making sure to block Harry’s vision. You remove your hands to reveal a cut, a little too deep in your knee cap. Dr. Connors shifted and put pressure on it.
“Not too bad. You do not need stitches though. But I’m going to wrap it.” You nodded and allowed him to do so. Once you were done, you waited as Dr. Connors checked out Harry.
“I stood up too fast, that's all.” He mumbles. Dr. Connors checks his blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature etc until he was satisfied Harry didn’t experience an episode of any kind.
“Ok. I recommend you get some rest.” Connors said standing up. You did as well putting pressure on your leg made it scream but you swallowed it. Not wanting to make Harry upset again. Once both you and Dr. Connors were outside Harry’s room, he gave you some pain pills.
“You get some rest too Ms. That will hurt more in the morning.” You opened your mouth to protest. “I will have Jence drink Mr. Osborn his tea with vervain and turmeric.” Dr. Connors answers. You close your mouth.
“Ok. Thank you Dr. Connors. Goodnight.”
Everything had gone wrong. Harry was missing. He disappeared a could days ago. You didn’t know what was happening. Norman Osborn put you up in a small apartment with top notch security and told you only leave if you have to. A new creature was attacking the city and somehow THAT WAS NOT YOUR CONCERN AT THE MOMENT. You were running through the streets of Queens trying to make it back to your apartment. Because he had found you. You heard footsteps barreling towards you as you flew up the stairs and unlocked the door. You pressed all your body weight against it as you tried to lock it but the person on the other side was slamming their weight into it as well.
“FUCKING BITCH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME? YOUR MINE!” The voice roared as you struggled to keep the door from opening but it was all in vain. The weight on the door was too much and pushed you backward. You crawled to grab the bat you kept near the door and started to swing. “FUCK YOU! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE FROM ME? YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU NEVER WENT TO THE POLICE! SAYING I FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! WELL THAT’S GOING TO LOOK LIKE NOTHING COMPARED WHAT I’M ABOUT TO DO!” Your ex screamed as he came into you apartment.
“GET AWAY!” You screamed as you swung the metal bat over and over again until he caught it. Your blood froze and he slammed the bat into your head knocking you to the ground.
“Aww sweetheart, you bumped your head.” He taunts as you struggle to get away trying to see straight. He comes closer and closer laughing as you get up and run to the bedroom. He’s hot on your tail and grabs hold of your hair yanking you back. You cry out and hold your hair trying to ease the pain. “What to do with you now.” He sneered, his breath reeked of alcohol as he was close to you . He then pulled his fist back, you waited for his first blow to come until the sound of glass shattering stopped him in his tracks. Was someone here? You never disarmed the silent alarm so that means someone has come for you. The police? Hopefully Spiderman? Either one of them.
“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood, bastard.” Your ex yelled. Movement was heard in the living room.
“HELP!” You screamed only to get backhanded to the wall by your ex. Your cheek stung, your head was pounding.
“SHUT UP!” You cover your face with your arms waiting for the multitude of violence but it never came. Instead you hear a blood curdling scream from your ex. You remove your arms and opened you eyes. A huge…creature, the one from the new, the one that was tearing apart Oscorp was in your apartment. You were so confused because the body was moving like a symbiote. Something theoretical that Dr. Connors had shared with you but why was it so BIG? It’s hand was twisting around your ex. It brought him close to its face then looked at you.
“Close…your…eyes…” Your eyes widened as it spoke but did as you were told and closed your eyes. The sounds of ripping and screams filled your ears. You knew what was happening. That thing was feeding on your ex. Does that mean it will feed on you next? “Open…” The deep voice commanded. You again did so as you were told and came face to face with the creature. The smell of blood was in the air, you should be terrified yet you weren’t.
“Thank you.” You said in a small voice. The creature opened its mouth and its tongue, its very long tongue darted out. You swallow and backed up into a corner as the tongue swipes over your wound on your head. You hiss and flinch back, closing your eyes hoping the creature would just kill you quick. You heard a deep fucking…purring sound(?) emulating in the creature's chest.
“It’s OK.” Your eyes popped open as a familiar voice rang in your ears. You looked at the creature when it started to shrink and revealed the man who you were looking for, Harry Osborn. He knelt down to your level examining you. Words weren’t forming for you. All you could do was look at him. He looked better, his eyes were brighter, his face wasn’t sunken in. He looked healthy. “Jackass, should’ve killed him when I got Venom back.”
“Venom?” You whispered finally. “Is that what…they're called?” Harry nodded, taking your face in his hands now feeling so warm, and slowly turning your head to see your cheek, now forming a bruise.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” Harry mumbles. “He won’t touch you ever again.” He says helping you stand only to see your knees shaking from everything that had happened. Without hesitation, Harry scooped you up with ease. Your eyes widened every more. This…Venom thing must be what was making Harry feel better in the first place but he got lost somehow. “I know this is a lot but I’ll explain everything. I promise you though, no one will hurt you again. We will make sure of that.” Harry said as he transformed into Venom and carried you away.
#ps5 harry osborn#harry osborn x reader#harry osborn#ps5 spiderman#spider man 2 ps5#marvels spider man 2#insominac
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Dating Klaus Mikaelson
Type: Headcannon
Request: yes, however I feel I’ve taken a darker route with some of it. Hints of dark! klaus and yandere! Klaus. But I hope you like it :)
Summary: What dating Klaus Mikaelson would be like
Dating Klaus is going to be difficult to navigate for anyone. However you can plan on that being a lot more difficult depending on who you are in mystic falls.
Innocent bystander
Klaus: Normal
If you aren’t involved in any of the supernatural sides of mystic falls, then things will run a lot smoother.
It makes it easier for Klaus to introduce himself, without you knowing anything about him.
Maybe he sees you at the grill, hanging out with friends, or working there.
He’s cool and calm, extremely flirty. Expecting to sweep you off your feet immediately.
It’s happened many times before for many other women.
Yet with you it doesn’t work.
You’ve seen men like him before, flirty and kind until they’ve gotten what they want.
As attractive as he might be, you won’t let him in that easy. You can almost see through his flirting to the man hiding underneath.
It takes several more attempts before he realises being honest and vulnerable with you is the only way to get your attention.
Maybe draws you on a napkin. One from his table at the grill. It’s a rough sketch, but undeniably you.
He hands it to you at the grill, a genuine smile on his face as he explain how beautiful he finds you and that he’d like to take you out.
From there it’s dates, dates and more dates. To grand dates going to museums and restaurants, to smaller ones having a picnic in the park or midnight stroll somewhere.
You’re happy to go anywhere with him as long as he’s genuine.
You see a side to Klaus he often tries to hide. With you he can’t do that. It’s like you repel any persona he tries to put on.
And he’s thankful for it.
Eventually he’ll tell you he’s a hybrid. Although he may scale down the fact he the original hybrid and his family is the most deadly to ever exist.
Life with Klaus is sweet. He keeps you protected with various talismans and charms. He makes sure you take vervain every day.
He most likely keeps you a secret, away from supernatural activities. Only his inner most circle know about you. That being restricted to his family only.
Supernatural reader
Klaus : protective
Being supernatural yourself, you do of course know of klaus Mikaelson. You know how other tremble before his name, how the aura of death follows him and how carnage is left in his wake.
You know to avoid him to summarise.
Maybe you’re a vampire, in which case great.
Maybe you’re a werewolf, in which case even better.
Vampire
You go with friends to a party, not realising this is the Mikaelson family ball, which you definitely weren’t invited to.
You try to keep a low profile , staying away from said family.
That becomes increasingly hard when the hybrid himself asks for a dance.
Despite your senses, you accept. Dancing the night away. The two of you talk over your interests and history . Sharing the best and worst stories from your vampirism.
Towards the end of the night he takes you outside. He shows you the stars and points out some constellations.
He asks you out there and then.
If you accept, you’ve made him a happy hybrid.
If you decline, things may get interesting.
While he’s not above compelling you to stay with him, he’ll try to resist.
Instead compelling your friends to change your opinion of him.
Next time he asks he’ll be sure you won’t say no.
Werewolf
This is a situation Klaus can exploit.
Maybe he finds you while hunting werewolves with Stefan.
He sees the fear in your eyes and his ego inflates. While he enjoys it, part of him wants you to look past that.
You watch as he mercilessly attempts to hybridise your pack mates, failing with everyone.
For some reason he keeps you. Takes you with him back to mystic falls.
When he’s sure he can make his hybrids work.
He turns you.
Being sired to him makes it hard to resist his advances.
He likes to keep you close at every opportunity.
Sometimes going as far to keep you on his lap during each and every meeting. Be it with friends, family or enemies.
Earning you the nickname ‘The hybrids Lapdog’
Witch
Maybe he comes across your coven while needing witchy services.
His eyes are drawn to you in an instant and he singled you out.
He chooses you to be his own personal spell caster
Being part of his every scheme brings the two of you close.
You become his confidant so to speak. Giving him advice on his problems.
In exchange for your services he houses, clothes and feeds you. Taking care of your every need.
Being in such close proximity leads you to seeing a side to the hybrid not many do.
It leads him to seeing you as more than disposable.
It leads him to asking you out.
And who are you to deny him?
Inner circle
Klaus: obsessive
You’ve always been apart of the Scooby gang. Maybe your someone’s sibling or just a friend.
There isn’t anything supernatural about you. You have just always been close with the group.
But you can be sure you know how awful klaus has been to your friends.
Terrorising teenagers for fun it seems
You don’t agree with anything he’s done, but your friends make you biased.
You meet klaus for the first time after being kidnapped by him.
His plan is to take you and compel you, turning you into a double agent.
When he realises your on vervain, he has no choice but to wait it out. He has his minions watch you while you’re locked in his manor.
To say you put up a fight would be an understatement.
By the second day your voice is hoarse from screaming. It gets to a point where his siblings are complaining about all the noise.
He has no choice but to interact with you more. Telling you how much he sees your defiance as an inconvenience.
It only enrages you more. Making you scream bloody murder that it’s you that’s been inconvenienced.
He finds it funny. How such a weak being can have so much fire.
Over the next few days he makes it his job to bring you food and water, clothes, whatever you need.
He wants to interact with you as much as possible rather than leaving it to his minions.
Before sending you back he of course compels you.
Over the next couple of weeks he meets you in secret, making you give away valuable information regarding your group.
He takes you out on dates, getting to know you. Without compulsion.
Despite what he’s done he’s been nothing but kind to you so you know
When the time comes he takes you on a final date to the grill. Your friends see you together and put two and two together.
He foils their current plan with knowledge only the inside circle knows.
They accuse you of working with Klaus. To which you deny of course.
Everyone turns their backs on you, which drives you into klaus’ arms.
He has successfully killed two bird with one stone and you don’t even realise.
When he asks you to go to New Orleans with him, you have no reason to say no.
He’s isolated you from your friend and stopped anyone getting in his way of courting you.
You never find out or course. That would ruin the paradise he’s created for the both of you.
#yandere tvd#klaus mikealson x reader#klaus headcanons#klaus mikealson fanfiction#klaus mikaelson headcanon#tvd yandere#tvd oneshot#tvd headcanons
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It takes vervain a while to realize that literally no one she interacts with has a shrine in their home.
she keeps bringing candles because she knows folks in the area worship a godess of light, and people keep either looking at her like she's nuts, or very politely declining, depending on how rude they are.
she has a lot of candles now.
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Umiyuri Kaiteitan (ウミユリ海底譚)
by n-buna
Translation reference by Vervain Subs
Wait, hey, just please
Hear this tiny song, if you promise that you’re not gonna laugh along
Strolling through the sky SOS
I just, I just, I just
Am now, suffocating under ash
I couldn’t help but dream of breathing in her warm embrace
But yet, this deep blue ocean view just couldn’t distract me from
How I failed to hold onto your far sky
Your weeping plagues what’s left of dreams I had in my head
Please give me your breath, so I can hide in these bubbling delusions
In the lights that swim across dark skies, trapped into a waltz
Reading between the lines, and the gaps between the waves
I see you were receding away
Nante
Hey, just please take my hand, I’ll spell my love for you
Promise you’re not gonna laugh at my tune
The undersea train just took off with
My tears, my lonely tears
But if you’re gonna leave me for speaking my truth
I’d rather not have anything to do with you
Dance this strange waltz in 4/4 time
I just, I just, I just
I’m just drowning in this indigo
I guess all that’s left is ghostly ash to trace out my dreams
And now, stuck inside, my heart died as the light faded away
I could no longer walk towards you
With what’s been left behind, prayer for restart declined
Please help me forget, even if it’s just a lousy delusion
In the night bequeath with stars, mocking me in au revoir
Dancing yet again
Not bothering to look back, you merely sighed and gave me a wave
Nante
Please, can I block out this noise in my head
Don’t bother turning your lies into a tune
How embarrassing I believed in our
Romantic happy end
And if this world won’t change, I will break all its rules just don’t
Let my cold defiance go and break you too
Please cry, maybe laugh like a bright star
My God, love is, love is
Hey today, I drew a portrait of you that won’t leave me
With love I often give out too cheap
Realized I’m now a wandering ghost
Because those words I always yearned
For blew by on the wind away from me
Hey, try and take my hand
See I don’t need your grasp anymore
Nante
Please, block the noise from my head
With the buzz of our uncertain love
Nante
Wait, hey, just please
Listen to my dream, if you promise that you’re not gonna laugh at me
The undersea train just took off with
My tears, my lonely tears
But if you’re gonna leave me for speaking my truth
Don’t let your blank coldness go and break me too
Please cry, maybe laugh, call SOS
I just, you just, I just
I cried with the underwater train as I drowned in your blue and sunny sky
Feel free to use for covers and whatnot (with credit pls!)
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Session 12, 9 Jul 2022: "Tits to that."
We’re running a little late this week, as Nuri and BWJ are upstairs - one of them is refusing to put his PJs on and go to bed. Hazel declines to mention which one is causing the trouble, but we all know who it is. Giles has Covid, so another good excuse. We shall have to muddle through without him.
Vervain has bathed enough that the purple has washed off, so the DM switches their token back to regular skin colour. We throw a few names around but can’t come up with anything for now.
We’ve had a few big names like Volo and Renaer show up in our first ten-day. Pfenig rolls a d100 to see how the week went - a 54. DM: “It’s not great, I’ll be honest.” We’ve covered expenses and Guild fees, but no profit. We’re just starting out, so that’s not bad. Could be worse!
We pick up at the end of the ten-day. The date is the 3rd of Marpenoth, 1492. Early in the morning, none of us have really started our day yet. Nuri is in the library, ticking off monsters we’ve encountered in Volo’s Guide. Vervain is in the kitchen experimenting with vegan dishes, and Pfenig is chatting with Jodd about the proper use of compost vis a vis when it is, and is not, okay to use manure.
All of a sudden the roar of an explosion rattles our windows - bodies go flying past. Pfenig dashes to the window to see what the racket is…
Pfenig identifies the source as a Fireball spell! He looks hard at Nuri, who puts on his most innocent look.
“I was in the library with the candlestick.”
We rush out to have a look. People are emerging from houses and businesses. Eleven people are dead. Nuri knows if he wants to Investigate, he will have to do it fast before the Watch arrive. Some of the smaller stalls have been burned, though none of the shops seem damaged. There are supposed to be wards to prevent this sort of thing…
Pfenig wants to know if he can discern the target. After a quick scan, he sees that most of the victims are human, with a half elf, a gnome and a few halflings.
There don’t seem to be any injured - all those caught in the blast are dead. One of the dead male humans has a winged snake tattoo. We've seen that before - the Zhents, the bad ones.
Pfenig notices that one of the dead, the gnome, has dried sewage on his boots and a bag on his belt. Rifling through, Pfenig finds five gems, worth 500gp each. The city Watch arrive just as he is deciding he probably can’t snatch them without being noticed.
There is a sergeant that Nuri recognises, who takes watch over the bodies, and a griffin rider is circling overhead.
The Fireball seems not to have been thrown at a building, but perhaps at one of the now dead people.
Someone from the Watchful Order arrives - Nuri recognises them. This is Barnibus Blastwind.
He sends Watchmen to start asking questions, and goes over to the corpses to make notes.
Pfenig sidles up to the urchins, who he spots in the crowd. They say they missed it, and all they heard was a bang. They came to have a look. Do they recognise any of the dead? They haven’t been close enough to have a look. Pfenig asks them if they hear anything, will they come and tell us? They want to know what it’s worth - he offers them a sip of beer. Apparently this is good enough, because they agree.
One of the sergeants comes over to us - this is Seath Cromley. He recognises Nuri, who is a Watch wizard.
He says that it seems as though some of the victims were on their way to our pub when the Fireball hit. Do we know anything about that? Did we see anything? We tell him no, we heard it and rushed out to see what happened.
The target appears to be the gnome. He was running from armed pursuers, Saeth says. He was apparently running for our tavern. Is he known to us?
We didn’t recognise him at first glance, but the Watch offers Nuri a chance to have a closer look at him. He still doesn’t recognise him, even though his face wasn’t hit in the blast. There are no visible tattoos, just the bag of gems and the shit-crusted boots.
The entrance to the sewers that the gnome presumably appeared from is not one that we’ve used. Were the pursuers killed as well? The gnome and two of pursuers seem to be, but one might have got away - there is a blood trail.
As the watchman leaves, Renaer comes running up - are we all alright? He thinks he might be to blame, again.
What did you do…
He tells us the Lords of Waterdeep (one of whom is his father) have sent spies to watch him, one of them a gnome. He was on a mission to retrieve some stone for Neverember senior. He got it, but fled, pursued by Zhents. Renaer inspects the dead gnome - it’s him. Pfenig tells him the gnome had gems, but no stone. Vervain tells him that one of the pursuers got away - he might have the stone.
Will we investigate this? Renaer says he will pay us.
Vervain sees Fala talking frantically to people outside their shop, and approaches. Hazel sees a woman dressed in normal clothes, but by her bearing she seems wealthy. She goes over to her. Pfenig spots a young boy who is watching. He looks sad, but he is hiding something. One arm is up under his cloak; he doesn’t seem to want other people to see.
Hazel starts. The woman is talking to another well-to-do woman; both seem to be trying to appear less well off. They seem agitated. Hazel sidles up and eavesdrops. The woman tells her friend she was in the Tiger’s Eye - the office of a private eye known as Vincent Trench. She went there to have her philandering husband tailed. This is Jezrynne Hornraven:
“It was not a man, more a puppet shaped like a man. On the roof. Hurled something into the crowd that caused the explosion.”
Hazel asks about this puppet. Has she told the Watch? The woman sniffs at her. She didn’t see where it went.
Vervain asks if Fala saw what happened. They are relieved to see Vervain uninjured, and ask after the rest. Some of the windows blew in as they were watering their plants, and they rushed out to see what was going on.
Fala saw someone take something from one of the bodies and limp away towards the Bent Nail. Wearing a dark cloak. Hard to say race; stocky for an elf but that sort of height. Have they heard anything else? No.
Pfenig approaches the kid, Martem Trec:
He can play nice (Persuasion) or be authoritative (Intimidation). He plays nice, since he’s equally bad at both. He gets a 14 - good enough. Martem was coming to meet his friends, and then all this happened. Right after the explosion he ducked behind a rain barrel, and heard a plop. He reached in and fished out a necklace…
Two of the beads are missing. He thinks they might have been used to cause the explosion. Pfenig tries to persuade Martem to give him the necklace, for evidence. He will sweeten the deal with a few coins…? A 12 is enough to persuade him. He hands it over.
We meet back up in the tavern. On the door is a note from Blastwind. The gist is that we will have to close until the culprit is found. We are not to worry - it shouldn’t take longer than a month.
Nuri, ripping the note off the door: “Tits to that, we’ll solve it ourselves.”
Pfenig shows us the necklace; Nuri is immediately interested. There is fire energy coming off it for sure.
Nuri, eyes glowing with lust: “I… I want it.”
Pfenig underarm throws him the necklace - carefully. Can Nuri identify it? Well, we could get a scroll of Identify, or ask a colleague at the Order to Identify it. Wait - Pfenig has a scroll of Identify! He hands it to Nuri. He rolls good on his check - it is a Necklace of Fireballs.
Hazel and Vervain share what they’ve found out as well. It seems that this puppet threw a bead from the necklace and then discarded it.
We decide to pursue the blood trail first, and maybe put our heads into the Bent Nail on the way. Pfenig leads the charge. The trail goes past the Bent Nail, but the blood trail is fading as if the wound was being bandaged on the way.
Vervain, side-eyeing Pfenig: “If only we had a dog…”
Pfenig Wild Shapes into a dog, and makes a Perception check at Advantage with his awesome sense of smell. He doesn’t roll high enough to follow it, so he changes back. Nuri awkwardly stops patting his head.
We see signs as we go back, on most of the shops. They are almost all closed, the proprietors having gone to have a gander at the scene. We know Tally from the Bent Nail, so we could look for him among the crowd.
The roof where the puppet was seen is that of Fala’s shop. They lead us up to it. Pfenig and Hazel both roll really well. Caught on the iron railing, Pfenig finds a scrap of fabric from a cloak or coat - it has a cog symbol embroidered on it. Xanathar? No - it’s a toothed cog with four spokes.
Vervain recognises it as a symbol of Gond. Within the last month there has been a parade or march by the followers of Gond, to show off their creations. There is one held every autumn. This puppet might have been some sort of invention made by one of Gond’s followers, perhaps.
Nuri goes back to look for Tally. He finds him talking to the gay blacksmiths, and Tally spots him and waves. Nuri waves back and goes over. Embric, a fellow fire genasi, is quite excited by the whole affair - even though people died. Nuri tells him in a hushed voice that he might tone it down, or people might start to point fingers. At fire genasi, and such. You know. (This seems to do little to dissuade Embric.)
While Tally was on his way here, he didn’t happen to spot anyone leaving the scene, quite badly burned? He doesn’t remember seeing anyone like that. Could anyone be hiding in his shop? He hasn’t had anyone come in this morning.
Wait - were there any sewer entrances near where the trail went cold? Tally offers to take Nuri back to his shop and they can have a look around. There is a sewer entrance further down that road. The suspect could very well have been heading that way. In the shop it is neat and tidy, and there is no sign of anyone having been there when they shouldn’t. He makes a bad Investigation check and gives up.
He asks Tally to keep his eyes open and let us know if he sees anything that might be related. As he heads back to the tavern he spots Renaer waiting outside for us. He has been spending the morning talking to the City Watch. Have we found anything, Renaer asks him? Not out here; let’s head inside, Nuri says quietly.
Nuri explains what we’ve found so far, and says he’s waiting for the rest of us to come down off the roof of Fala’s shop.
We arrive back and explain our part. Renaer will reach out to the Harpers (he mentions Mirt by name) and see if they can find anything else out and report back tomorrow.
Didn’t some of us work with the Factions, he asks? Well... we joined some. Nuri did some actual work, at least. Renaer says the Watch have moved the bodies to the temple. If any of us have contacts we might be able to petition them to cast Speak with Dead on the bodies…
It is now afternoon. Vervain offers to go to the Order of the Gauntlet and ask to have Speak with Dead cast on the bodies. They Persuade them to cast it for free, since it’s to do with the gang warfare tearing the city apart - something everyone wants stopped.
We now need to persuade the Watch to let us have access to the bodies so the clerics can cast the spell. Nuri steps up, one City Guardian to another.
We go to Barnibus, and offer to share information (even the necklace…) if we can give the clerics (and us?) access to the bodies. Nuri storms into his office shouting “We have information pertinent to the case!”
18 Persuasion; Barnibus hears us out. He says he can’t have us getting involved, however. But since we’ve brought him information, and since Nuri has done his part as a Watch Wizard well, they will grant him access. After that, we are to leave them to their jobs.
We can have the spell cast twice, so we should choose the gnome and one of his pursuers.
We have five questions per casting, but the corpse is under no obligation to tell the truth, the cleric warns us.
For the gnome: Why was he heading for our tavern, why is the stone important. who was trying to take it from him, why would a religious group (Gond’s lot - or one of them) be after him to blow him up?
Nuri asks the questions, after Hazel warns him not to blurt out something like “Do you want a cup of tea?” "How are things going?"
For the Zhents: who is your boss, why are they after the stone... Some other stuff.
Should we put a temporary tattoo on the question asker, to fool the Zhent into thinking he’s one of theirs? It shouldn’t be necessary, as we haven’t run into these individuals before this; they don’t know us, and have no reason to lie to us.
The gnome’s eyes are milky and dead, but they start to twitch as the Cleric casts her spell. Nuri steps up and says he’s from Trollskull Manor. Why were you bringing the stone to us?
He heard about a group of adventurers who rescued Renaer and thought the stone would be safe with us. He planned to retrieve it later.
Why is the stone important?
The stone of Gollor is the key to finding a hoard of Dragons (gold coins).
What organisation was pursuing you to take the stone from you?
He was pursued en route to Trollskull by the Zhentarim.
Did he see who shot the fireball?
No.
Can you think of any representative of the Church of Gond who would want you dead?
No.
Okay, on to the Zhent.
Where were ‘we’ taking the stone or Gollor? (Having decided to pretend we are fellow Zhents)
The stone was on the property of a gnome. (He likely didn’t know the plan.)
Do you know the identities of the people you're working with? Who is your boss?
Urstal Floxin. (sp?)
Where does he hang out?
Currently resides at Gralahund (?) Villa.
Does Urstal have any special powers?
He’s got a mean backhand, but no magic. He’s very gifted at brewing poisons.
Who arranged the fireball?
The corpse’s face turns angry. Buggered if I know.
Hazel, as the corpse sinks back into death: “Well you are buggered, aren’t you.”
So there are potentially two factions after the stone, or one might have employed the other. Well, we have some leads, and Renaer might have something to add when we meet up with him tomorrow.
Oh, and there’s a PI living near us as well, we could ask him if he knows anything about this.
We will reconvene on Sunday next week rather than Saturday, as the DM has other obligations. Well, fine.
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8 - A Hybrid Vow
Part 9
Princess more than a Nickname
@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24
"I'm a freak, Nik - I can't be a vampire and - a witch!" He rests a finger to my lips kissing my forehead. "I'll still love you, princess. You're like me." Blinking my eyes a couple times I stopped playing with his dog tags chain around his neck, never imagining he would be the first one to say it. "You love me?"
Elijah's POV
Guilt is eating away at Y/n very clearly. The young girl just stares out the window most of the time when she's alone in her room. Bonnie Bennett hasn't given is more information on her abilities. Niklaus hasn't been much help in helping her control her emotions. Caroline comes over taking her out into town for feeding training so she won't have the uncontrollable urge to feed on a human. I can feel that she thinks I won't talk to her. But I will, she has become a member of this family. That was going to happen whether Brooke was still alive or not. I'd never let her or my brother know that I lie awake sometimes regretting that I didn't just force feed her my blood instead. Sure she might have hated me for a few years but she would be alive. Yet I am a man of my word and she declined the offer to untimely save her family.
Y/n's POV
Caroline's off at school and Nik is off looking for a way to create more hybrid's like him. His plans were to show me the world that I has missed out on. I'll say though I miss seeing Rebekah she and I were the opposite on becoming a vampire. She wants to be human again and I wanted to live life with her brother. Walking down the streets I sighed watching all the human people around me. Twisting the fabric of my shirt I am still having a hard time trying to not bite into one of their necks and drink blood. "Excuse me, is your name Y/n?" I stop walking spinning on my feet seeing an elderly woman that looks similar to Bonnie, maybe they're related. "Yes, who are you?" The woman raised her hand shooting pain through my head. I groaned falling on my knees as she spoke. "I'm Abby Bennett, Bonnie is my daughter. Our family is supposed to keep you under your curse. You're against nature, just like Klaus Mikaelson." She twisted her wrist and I felt my neck snap dropping to the ground.
Klaus's POV
Knocking on the Bennett house aggressively Bonnie opened the door seeing me. I tried calling Y/n hours ago and she hasn't picked up. Granted Caroline is slowly showing her to use a phone but it makes me worry. "What do you want?" She questioned as I grip the door baring my teeth at her. "Y/n isn't answering me and Caroline hasn't seen her all day. So I need you to find her. The Bennett witches created the spell to put her to sleep so only you can find her!' She glared at me but opened the door letting me step over the threshold seeing she has the book opened with another book right beside it. She comes back with a map laying it on the table around a circle of candles. "You were the one who turned her. So she will be in your sire line. We should be able to find her exact location in Mystic Falls with this." I bite into my right hand drawing blood and dripping it onto the table. Bonnie waves her hands moving the blood until it circles an area. "She's at the cemetery-" She gasped seeing the curse book disappear before she could grab it. "And I think my mother is with her." A growl is deep in my throat as I vamped outside I run forward a little ways transforming into my wolf form going to save her.
Y/n's POV
Moaning I opened my eyes seeing I'm inside an abandoned building. I try leaning forward but my wrists and ankles are tied down to a chair. I pull on them again feeling a slight burning hearing a woman's voice responds. "Vervain ropes. Can burn a vamp but you're not just that are you. You're a witch with no real magic. In the eyes of all witches you are against nature." Abby flipped pages of my grandmother's book. The sun has basically set with the moon rising in the sky. "So you're going to what, kill me. I'm pretty sure that is against witch nature." I scoffed hearing something running through the woods quicker than normal unless it was being chased. Bonnie's mother raised her hand starting to chant but someone bursts through the door. Clutching my eyes closed I gasped hearing a snarl recognizing the wolf form. "Klaus!"
Nik growled towering over her in his large form. The book lays at my feet having gotten thrown when he tackled her to the stone floor. Clutching my left hand around the wood my hand turned red and I snapped the rope. Doing the same with my other hand I grabbed the book drawing the magic from it. "Nik I've got her." He climbed off her still baring his teeth coming to stand beside me. Grabbing her by her shirt I threatened hearing him growling behind me. "If you ever come for me again. I can't garentee he won't rip you apart. And if you hurt him I might do the same thing to you!" Closing the book I climb on Nik's back holding onto him tightly as he ran us home to the mansion. He lets me get off and I ran grabbing some clothes for me watching him change into his human form. He slipped the pants on seeing me eyeing his bare chest where he smirked. "See something you like, princess?" Even though vampires can't blush really I still feel myself getting embarrassed. He pulls the shirt on leading me inside not finding any injuries on me when he has me sit on the couch.
"Here you go..." He came back from the kitchen handing me a blood bag that I rip opened. He sits down beside me resting his hands on his knees staring at me. Silence fell in the house when I think back to what Abby said earlier. That the Bennett's were raised to put her asleep again if I ever woke up. I don't like that people consider me a monster even though I haven't went on a killing mess. If Brooke were here she would - oh to heck with it. She's not here and it's eating away at me. "I'll go after Bonnie's mother and anyone else who tries to hurt you-" He spoke but I cut him off jumping to my feet raising my voice as tears started to fall. "Don't say that, Nik. I don't want people to fear what I am or fear me because of you....it's only been three days since I've woke up and I feel like my whole world is falling apart in pieces...where I feel like I emotionally can't take it!" He started to say something but I wipe away my tears closing my eyes and tuning everything else out. "Love, you'll adjust..." Vamping in front of his face I bare my teeth croaking out in tears grabbing his legs drawing strength from him. "How can you think that for one second. The person I would go to this stuff for is dead....Brooke's dead because of me. I'm not tough like you - or Rebekah - or Caroline - I'm weak and I need it all to stop!" Blinking my eyes I stand up vamping to the door where he got to his feet questioning. "Y/n....tell me you didn't..." Whipping my head around to him I smirked like he does showing my fangs slamming the door. "Your princess is dead. The hybrid Queen rules."
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Hey there how are you? I have another request for you (you don't have to if you don't want.) It's a kol x reader request. Basically the reader works with Atticus Shane on the research on Silas and the cure. The reader walks in on kol and rebekah question/torturing Shane about the cure location, they try to leave the school but kol stops them and removes their vervain and compels the information out the reader.
A Favor
Warnings: swearing.
Word count: 1114
Pairing: Kol Mikealson x vampire!reader
I changed the backstory a little, I hope you don’t mind! Have fun reading!
Should I do a part two?
Masterlist
When Shane asked you for a favor, you did not expect this. You crossed paths with him and instead of becoming your dinner, he helped you with your hunt after the Salvatore family, so you owed him a favor. However, when he asked you to research on Silas, you were quit shocked. But not as shocked as you were when he told that there was a cure for vampirism. You heard rumors but never believed there was a truth to them. You helped him, of course. The curiosity for the cure pushing you even further with your research. You checked every source, every piece of information on Silas you could find, but that has only brought you to dead ends.
Until now. You were pretty old, living in this world for 745 years was not something easy, but you made it fun. So after talking with a few old friends you came across the Island Campsite. A potential location for the cure. You made your way to Shane’s office, holding your computer in your hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. Your phone buzzed in your black coat and you pulled it out, putting the computer under the arm that was holding the glass.
“Hello?”
“Am I talking to Y/N Y/L/N?” You heard a low voice saying.
“Depends on who’s asking.”
“I have the information you need.”
“And what information would that be, mate?” You rolled your eyes as you began walking in the stairs, your heels clicking against the wood floor.
“I know where the cure is.”
“What’s you name again?” You asked, sipping from your whiskey.
“My name is not important, Y/N. I know you work for Shane so if you want to know where the cure is, bring him to me.”
“Yeah, no. Not going to happen. Mostly because I know where the cure is. So thank you, Mr. Creepy Voice, but I’ll have to decline your kind offer.” You said sarcastically as you reached the office.
“It’s your loss, you don��t know where the cure is. And even if you did, how are you going to get it?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to mind your own business.” You snapped as you opened the door, definitely not expecting to see what was in front of you. In the middle of the room, sat Shane, tied to his chair, he was clearly bleeding with a bruise already forming on his cheek. Standing before him, were Rebekah and Kol Mikealson. You gasped, almost dropping your glass.
“I’ll have to call you back, Mr. Creepy Voice, it’s seems that I need to attend something immediately.” You said and hung up, putting your glass and computer on the small desk beside you.
“Well, what do we have here?” You said cheerfully with a smile on your face.
“Nothing to worry about, darling. You can go now.” Kol said in an attempt to compel you. But that wasn’t going to work due to your vervain ring.
“Yeah, not gonna happen, pretty boy. You know better than to try to compel me.” You patted his shoulder. “Now, what do you two want with Shane?”
“He has the cure, I want the cure. Simple as that.” Rebekah said. “You know, I’m surprised you know him, Y/N. Even more now that I know you’re working for him.”
“First of all,” you took the your glass of whiskey and sipped from it, keeping it in your hand, “he doesn’t have the cure, he doesn’t even know where it is. And secondly, I’m not working for anyone, especially not a human.” You rolled your eyes.
“You know what I’m wondering?” Kol asked with a smirk on his face. You crossed paths with him over the years, even had a little affair a few decades back, but you still found him annoyingly handsome.
“What are you wondering, Kol?”
“I’m wondering whether what’s in that computer of yours is useful for me or not.”
“Well, good luck with that, I doubt you’ll find something there.” You said with a sweet smile. “Now please let Shane here go, I have important matters to discuss with him.”
“Yeah, not gonna happen, pretty girl.” Kol said as he stepped closer to you, repeating what you said to him seconds ago.
“Why’s that?” You rolled your eyes.
“Because I think you have some information for me.” He said and brushed some of your hair behind your ear. You quickly swatted his hand off and took a step back.
“Don’t touch me, I know nothing about the cure or whatever it is that you two lurkers are looking for.”
“I think you do, sweetheart.” He gripped both of your arms and tried to see where your vervain was, causing your whiskey glass to drop to the floor, smashed.
“You’re really rude, you know that?” You said as you tried to escape his death grip, but no avail. He was an original. No way you’d escape his grip.
“From what I’ve observed, you have a bracelet which I doubt is your vervain bracelet, and you have two rings, one of which I know is your daylight ring. So that leaves me with this ring.” He moved his grip on your right arm to your hand, examining your ring.
“As I said, I know nothing useful to you, so let me go.” You said and kicked him. He just chuckled and pried the ring out of your finger.
“Ow!” You said. “You can be a little more gentle, you know.”
“Last time I checked, you liked it rough.” He said and winked at you.
“Asshole.” You mumbled as you glared at him.
“You two? Ew.” Rebekah said with a disgusted face.
“You and me both, sister.” You said and rolled your eyes.
“Well not that that’s out of the way,” he gestured to your ring, “you can begin giving me some answers.”
“Let’s just get this over with.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing you had no tricks left up your sleeve.
“Where is the cure?” He compelled you.
“It’s in Island Campsite, possibly underground.” You said, cursing yourself for not drinking vervain.
“Anything else about the cure?”
“No.”
“Thank you, darling, me and my sister both appreciate your help.” He said with that annoying smirk of his.
“Fuck you. This is boring, can I go?”
“Go ahead.” Rebekah said and pointed to the door. You took your computer and walked to the door, but turned around when you reached it.
“Call me when you’re done with him?” You asked Kol.
“Of course. And perhaps we could have a drink later, darling.”
“Perhaps.” You said and walked out of the door, a tiny smirk on your lips.
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Goronwy Tudor and the Witches of Llanddons
from The Welsh Fairy-Book.
(long post! was going to post just a few excerpts from this but the amount of instruction and information in this whole story is so plentiful I’m just going to post the whole thing.)
VERY few men in Anglesey in the olden days dared to cross any of the Witches of Llanddona, and those who were bold enough to do so suffered grievously for their rashness. But Goronwy Tudor, who lived not far from Llanddona, was reckless enough to defy even Bella Fawr, Big Bella, the most famous and most dreaded of all the witches of that uncanny village, and he was not a ha'porth the worse.
Perhaps you do not know the history of the Llanddona witches. Long ago a boat came ashore in Red Wharf Bay without rudder or oars, full of men and women half dead with hunger and thirst. In early days it was the custom to put evil-doers in a boat to drift oarless and rudderless on the sea, and when this boat- was swept by wind and waves on the beautiful sands of Llanddona, the good people who then lived there prepared to drive it back into the sea, thinking it was manned by criminals. But the strangers caused a spring of pure water to burst forth on the sands (the well still remains), and this decided their fate. They were allowed to stay and to build cottages. But they did not change their evil natures. The men lived by smuggling, and the women begged and practised witchcraft.
It was impossible to overcome the smugglers in a fray, for each of them carried about with him a black fly tied in a knot of his neckerchief. When their strength failed them in the fight they undid the knots of their cravats, and the flies flew at the eyes of their opponents and blinded them. The women used to visit the farmhouses, and when they asked for a pound of butter, a loaf of bread, some potatoes, eggs, a fowl, part of a pig, or what not, they were not denied, because they cursed those who refused them. If they attended a fair or market, no one ventured to bid against them for anything.
But Goronwy Tudor was not afraid of them. He had a birthmark above his breast, which is a great protection against witchcraft, and he knew how to break nearly every spell. He had the plant which is called Mary's turnip growing in front of his house: he also nailed horseshoes above every door, and put rings made of the mountain ash under the doorposts, thus making his house and all his farm buildings safe. To make them doubly sure he sprinkled earth from the churchyard in all his rooms, and in his byre, stable and pigstye. When the animals were in the fields, however, he had some difficulty in securing them from harm. One day when he went to fetch his cows from the meadow to be milked he found them sitting like cats before a fire, with their hind legs beneath them. Goronwy took the skin of an adder, burnt it and scattered the ashes over the horns of the cows. They got up at once, and walked off with their usual dignity to the byre.
Another day the milk would not turn into butter, and a very unpleasant smell arose from the churn. Goronwy took a crowbar, heated it red hot, and put it in the milk. Out jumped a large hare, and ran away through the open door of the dairy. After this the milk was churned into beautiful butter.
Some time after the supply of milk began to decline, and the butter made from it was so bad and evil-smelling that the very dogs would not touch it. The milk became scantier and scantier, until at last it ceased altogether, and the cows gave nothing but blood. Goronwy watched in the fields at night and saw a hare going up to a cow and sucking it. She squirted from her mouth and nostrils the milk she had sucked, and then went on to another cow. She did the same with her and with all the other cows. Goronwy knew that it was old Bella in the form of a hare, and he prepared to stop her evildoing and to punish her. The next night he took his gun, putting into it a silver coin instead of shot (shot cannot penetrate a witch's body), and placed a bit of vervain under the stock. When he saw the hare milking the cows he fired at her. The hare immediately ran off in the direction of Bella's cottage, with Goronwy after her. He was not so fleet of foot as puss, but he managed to keep her in sight, and saw her jumping over the lower half of the door of the house. Going up to the cottage he heard the sound of dreadful groans. When he reached the door he went in. There was no hare to be seen, but old Bella was sitting by the fire with blood streaming from her legs. He was never again troubled by old Bella in the shape of a hare, and by drawing blood from the bewitched kine he broke the spell.
Bella made one more attempt to injure him. She went to the Cold Well and launched at him the great curse of the Witches of Llanddona:
May he wander for ages many,
And at every step, a stile,
At every stile, a fall;
At every fall, a broken bone,
Not the largest nor the least bone,
But the chief neckbone, every time.
Goronwy felt in his bones that he had been cursed. He got some witch's butter that grows on decayed trees and stuck pins in it. When the pain inflicted by the pins penetrated her body, Bella had willy-nilly to appear before him. She was screaming with pain, and Goronwy refused to take the pins which were causing the anguish out of the butter until she said: "Rhad Duw ac ar bopeth ar a feddi--God's blessing on thee and on everything that thou possessest." After this neither Bella nor any of her tribe had any power over Goronwy or his wife, or his man-servant or his maid-servant, or his ox or his ass, or anything that was his.
#welsh folklore#witchcraft#folk magic#in many welsh stories about witches the witches main adversary is a sorceror too. witch wars!
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Lughnasadh - The First Harvest - What is it and how can you celebrate it?
By Tiffany Faye, 7/26/2021
Lughnasadh, or Lammas, is one of the eight Witches Sabbats and is the First Harvest of the season. It occurs on August 1st, directly in between the Summer Solstice and Autumnal Equinox. We are celebrating the abundance created from the union of the Earth and the Sun, of the Goddess and the God. It is a time to give thanks for what we have but is also a grim reminder that nothing lasts forever. Also called the Grain Harvest, this is when corn and grains of all kind are harvested. Lammas translates to "loaf-mass" because the first loaf made from the first harvest of the season is sacred. As well as seeing the decline in the Sun, we are reminded of hope with the seeds that are being returned to the ground to sprout the next spring.
The God is in his aspect of John Barleycorn and He is begnning to loose his strength, for his power has been transferred to the crops that are being cut down. He has become the God of Sacrifice for he is eaten with the harvests of the season, while also being returned to the Earth to grow anew next spring. The Goddess is in her aspect of the Harvest Queen, or Earth Mother, whom is heavily pregnant with the next year's Sun God. She watches the God die in sorrow but also joy for She knows He lives on within Her.
Ways to Celebrate Lughnasadh:
Make a bonfire
Have a harvest feast
Making a Grain Mother, or corn dolly - Gather stalks of wheat, rye, oats, or another type of grain. Soak it in water to make it easier to bend, and bend it in the shape a woman. Use ribbon or twine to hold the stalks in place, and dress it with homemade clothes from craps of cloth. While making putting your corn dolly together, give thanks for the abundance you have received. You can place it on your altar or as decoration for any festivities.
Make a Wicker Man - Put all of the bad habits you don't like and want to get rid of inside of him. You can write it on a piece of paper or bay leaf, and then throw him into a bonfire.
Baking bread, especially cornbread, Is sacred to this Sabbat. Here is a recipe I found on a website call the Goddess and the Greenman. I will link it in the sources below:
Buttermilk Bread Charm for Lammas
You will need:
3 mugs of strong white flour
500 ml of Buttermilk (available from the supermarket)
I teaspoonful of bicarbonate of soda
Lammas ribbon in your choice of color – gold, orange, yellow
Sprouted seeds – these represent regeneration. Can even be bought in the supermarket now. Frequently found in wholefood shops – or sprout your own.
Place the flour in a large bowl. Make a well in the center. Sieve in the blended salt and soda and pour in the buttermilk. Mix well with a wooden spoon until the dough feels springy and then mix in the sprouted seeds. If it feels too sloppy just add a little more flour. Turn it onto a board and cover with a fine dusting of flour. Pat it with your hands until you have a round shape. Take a sharp knife and score lightly into eight sections, one for each festival. Our picture shows the bread cut into five sections, making a pentacle.
Place onto a greased baking tray and pop your buttermilk bread into a moderate oven for about 20-25 minutes. Keep and eye on it. When the bread is ready it will change color and it will sound hollow when you tap the bottom. Cool completely on a wire rack. When it is cool, tie it with Lammas ribbon.
Take time to concentrate on the bread you have created and turn the loaf three times saying "From the fields and through the stones, into fire, Lammas Bread, as the Wheel turns may all be fed. Goddess Bless.”
Now take your bread and share it with your family and friends and pass on the generous blessings of this bright and bountiful festival. Eat it fresh, as soon as it is made if you can.
Recipe donated by the Counter Enchantress. Adapted by the Boss Lady with permission.
Correspondences of Lughnasadha
August 1st
Also called - Lammas, Lughnasa, August Eve, Feast of Bread, First Harvest, Grain Harvest, Gwyl Awst, Ceresalia
The First Harvest, the Grain Harvest. The first loaf of the harvest is sacred.
Themes of the Sabbat - Gathering with your community and family, giving thanks for the abundance you have received for the year, remember that nothing is for forever but everything goes through cycles of life, death, and rebirth, time for celebration and having fun, a time for reflection
Symbols/Altar Decoration - Sunflowers, Cornucopia, Grains, Lambs, Scythe/Sickle, Corn Dollies, Sun Wheel, Rowan Cross, Games and Competitions
Activities - Making corn dolly's, baking bread, harvest feast, bonfires, reflection
Deities - Ceres, Dagon, Dana, Demeter, Dummuzi, Hestia, Isis, Lugh, Luna, Taranis, Vesta
Animals/Nature Spirits - Buck, Calves, Crow, Eagle, Lambs, Lion, Pigs, Rooster, Salmon, Sheep
Colors - Bronze, Green, Gold, Light Brown, Orange, Yellow
Crystals/Stones - Amber, Carnelian, Citrine, Golden Topaz, Lodestone, Moss Agate, Obsidian, Peridot, Tiger's Eye, Yellow Aventurine
Trees - Apple, Hazelnut, Holly, Oak
Flowers/Herbs - Acacia, Apple Leaf, Basil, Blackthorn, Clover, Goldenrod, Heather, Ivy, Marigold, Milkweed, Mugwort, Peony, Poppy, Rose/Rose Hips, Rosemary, Sunflower, Vervain, Yarrow
Incense/Oils - Basil, Frankincense, Rose, Rosemary, Sandalwood
Foods - Apples, Berries, Breads and other foods made of grains, Cider, Garlic, Honey, Mushroom, Nuts, Pears, Pies, Potatoes, Soups
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Sources:
Class Notes from "Wheel of the Year: Introduction," The Magickal Circle School, www.magickalcircleschool.com
The White Goddess Editor, retrieved 7/25/2021, "Lammas," TheWhiteGoddess.co.uk, http://www.thewhitegoddess.co.uk/the_wheel_of_the_year/lammas.asp
The Goddess and the Greenman Editor, retrieved 7/25/2021, "Lammas," GoddessandGreenman.co.uk, https://www.goddessandgreenman.co.uk/lammas/
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17 + 43 for the prompts!! so happy to see that you're accepting prompts
Okay, these are from a list I reblogged awhile back thinking writing would be done (but then 2020 decided do continue to be 2020 - aka a series of awful awfulness). I’ve missed writing and I’m getting back into the habit so I decided to finish up a short-ish thing that was already in progress.
#17 was meeting at a party whilst drunk au and #43 was falling in love with their best friend’s partner au. But I didn’t get to drunk and I’m cheating a little bit with the definition of partner – my brain is an angst free zone these days!
That Perfect Stranger
As much as Caroline hates surprises, she does take a certain amount of joy in surprising other people. When she’d gotten an invite to Bonnie Bennett’s 50th birthday party, she’d immediately started investigating flights to New Orleans.
She hadn’t RSVP’d. Rude? Probably. Caroline had rationalized that, based on the invites (champagne cardstock embossed with a shimmer so subtle it had to be stupidly expensive), whoever was throwing the party wouldn’t skimp on food or drink, so an extra person wouldn’t be an issue.
It’s been about ten years since she’d last seen Bonnie, and she’s never visited Bon’s adopted home town.
Weaving her way through the thick crowds on the streets, carried along by the music and the energy, Caroline’s kicking herself for not making the trip sooner. She has a general idea of where she’s going, has the address memorized, but she’s content to take a meandering route.
That might be the slight buzz she already has going – either the drinks from the bars here are really heavy on the booze, or there’s something in them designed to affect vampires. She’s getting a few appreciative leers in her short metallic dress, but given the vast array of attire on display – from ratty jeans, to sparkly costumes, to the tiniest club skirts – she doesn’t feel out of place.
She might have to stay a few extra days and do some exploring.
Caroline’s not entirely sure how her oldest friend had ended up in New Orleans. They’d reconnected long after Bonnie had made the move. Bonnie’s never been one to brag though Caroline’s heard whispers from other acquaintances. Something about evil witches coming back from the dead, mortal danger, a showdown of supernatural species, then Bonnie showing up to kick ass and take names.
At the time, Caroline had still been committed to pretending to be human. She’d fled Mystic Falls when it became clear that far too many people wanted to kill her, had hitchhiked across a few states before her cash had run out in Chicago.
Luckily, she’d mastered compulsion easily. Chicago was home to all sorts of easy marks – business bros who genuinely thought hitting on a seventeen-year-old girl was a thing they should be doing. Typically, such a man’s only redeeming quality, which Caroline had been happy to take advantage of, was the lack of a limit to how much money he could withdraw from the ATM at once. It had taken a little trial and error, but she’d mastered feeding enough to sustain herself without leaving a pile of bodies behind.
She’d built up a nice little nest egg, had even gotten her first college degree. She’d optimistically sent her parent’s an invite to her graduation. Her mother hadn’t shown; her dad had. He’d just been armed with a stake and a jug of vervain.
After that, Caroline had given up on blending in.
She’d been flitting around the globe for about a decade when Bonnie had found Caroline on Instagram and sent a DM. At first, Caroline had been leery about another trap. Bonnie hadn’t been too thrilled to make Caroline a daylight ring, and she’d kept her old email address for years, hadn’t heard a peep from anyone she’d grown up with. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she’d replied.
Stilted text conversations got longer, more fluid. Eventually, they’d progressed to phone calls. Caroline had carefully planned their first meeting, in a city where she had connections and witches were thin on the ground.
They’d had some hard conversations on that trip. Ended up spending way too much time ugly crying indoors, considering they’d been in freaking Porto in June. They’ve made up for it in the years since.
Caroline sidesteps a pack of probable frat boys – cute, she notes idly, probably tasty – twists her head a bit to make eye contact (she’s not hungry now, but who knows how the night will go). She smiles, a little flirty, only to stop abruptly as the noise disappears as if someone had pressed the pause button.
She can still see the street behind her, jam-packed with people and lit up by streetlights and neon bar signs. In front of her, however, it’s quiet. Still. Caroline jumps when a throat clears, her head whipping around to see a man in a white tux who definitely hadn’t been there before. “What the crap?” she squeaks, fangs dropping.
His face remains smooth, not even a hint of shock or fear evident. He’s blandly handsome, nonthreatening, but she’s learned not to trust outer appearances. “Miss Caroline Forbes, correct? You’re here for Miss Bennett’s birthday?”
Warily, Caroline nods.
White tux smiles, friendly now, “Excellent; she’ll be pleased you’ve made it. Can I see you inside?”
His head tips, and Caroline almost jumps when a stone staircase freaking shimmers into view. White Tux pretends he hadn’t noticed her shock, jogging up the steps. He pulls a gleaming door open. It lacks a doorknob, is instead marked with half a shiny M (probably real gold, she decides).
He waits patiently while Caroline makes her way up the steps. She’s careful, given the fact that they’d appeared magically. Between her high heels and her short skirt, even her vampire reflexes won’t save her from humiliation should she take a fall. When she’s at the top, she peers inside curiously.
She hears music again, the clink of glasses. Laughter. “Do you need to see my invite?”
Caroline’s got it in her purse, but the man shakes his head. “Not necessary. You wouldn’t have seen me if you weren’t on the guest list. Welcome to The Abattoir. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
“Thank you,” Caroline murmurs, biting back her questions about the impressive magic this place obviously holds. No need to seem like a total yokel if she’s wrong, and cloaking gigantic buildings in the middle of a busy city is in every witch’s bag of tricks.
The lights are low, and most flat surfaces are covered in candles, lending a warm glow that bounces off ornate framed paintings and crystal chandeliers. The click of her heels is lost under the sounds of the party, louder now that she’s crossed the threshold. She follows the noise easily, walks through a set of double doors into a packed ballroom.
Caroline lifts on her toes, scanning the room, notes the party spilling out the far side, where several sets of French doors open onto what looks like expansive grounds. “Well,” she mutters, snatching a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, “Bon, you’ve been keeping some secrets.”
“I have not,” Bonnie says, and Caroline whirls, narrowly managing to avoid tipping her glass.
“Bonnie!” she squeals, shifting forward and throwing an arm around Bon’s shoulders. “Great dress.” It’s teal and short, with dramatic sleeves and a deep neckline, just a tiny bit witchy.
“I’m so glad you came!” Bonnie says, returning the hug enthusiastically.
“I am too, actually. Why have I never come to New Orleans before?” She sways a little to the music, drains her champagne, smiling when Bonnie laughs, “Seriously, I had a better time on the walk here than I have in ages.”
“We do like to hear that,” a low voice replies, just behind Caroline. She startles, dropping her glass, though it’s neatly caught by long fingertips, just next to her bare thigh, before it hits the floor.
People have got to quit sneaking up on her.
A hand lands on her hip, nudging her away from a potential collision with a nearby couple, and Caroline whirls, ready to remind Mr. Sneaky Feet that it's rude to interrupt a conversation.
The words don’t come. Caroline hadn’t realized just how close he would be.
Or that he’d be really attractive.
Her eyes dart to the champagne glass clutched in his hand, to a bare wrist, then a crisp white sleeve that’s already rolled up. His tie is askew, and his eyes are downcast, in the middle of giving her person an equally thorough perusal.
She can’t even be mad about it.
His thumb toys with the sequins that cover her dress, flicking one absently back and forth. She opens her mouth, unsure of just what is going to come out. There’s a 50/50 chance it’s either snippy – because hello, personal space – or flirty because she’s got excellent eyesight and fully believes in shooting her shot.
Thankfully, Bonnie interrupts, tugging on Caroline’s arm until she has the personal space that she’d been slow to take back for herself. “Klaus, this is my very good friend Caroline.”
There’s a definite warning in her tone. Caroline glances at Bonnie’s face, finds her expression is pleasant enough, at least to a person unfamiliar with Bon’s moods. Caroline is, however, so she studies Klaus a little more carefully. She shifts, boxing him out, and waits until Bon meets her eyes. A quirk of an eyebrow, then a tilt of her head, and Bonnie gets the message. “No, ew.”
So he’s not an ex, or someone Bonnie’s interested in. Good news, Caroline thinks, because that would be awkward considering how much she hadn’t minded his hands on her.
However, Caroline can’t help but look at Bon like she’s nuts.
Bonnie sighs, “It’s a long story. Klaus and I are…” she trails off, like she’s struggling for words.
“Partners,” Klaus supplies, smoothly shifting so they’re a circle once more. Caroline’s pretty sure he’s unused to being ignored.
“Eh, more like coworkers.”
A flutter of Klaus’ fingers and a new tray of champagne appears. He waits for Caroline to select a flute before taking one for himself. Bonnie declines with a shake of her head. “I feel like there’s a story here,” Caroline says, nudging Bonnie not so subtly with her foot to let her know that she’s a little peeved she hadn’t heard it before.
“Klaus is the one who first… invited me to New Orleans.”
Caroline doesn’t miss the hesitance. She narrows her gaze, shifting her weight to widen the distance between her body and Klaus.’ A smirk tugs at his full lips, but he sips his champagne, doesn’t press forward again. “I’m sensing the word invite is doing a lot of work there.”
He grins at that. “Truth be told, it was more of a coercion. A bit of blackmail, a few threats. But it all worked out for the best.”
Dubious, Caroline looks to Bonnie, only to find grudging agreement. “I will never admit Klaus is right about anything. But New Orleans is home now.”
Klaus’s smile turns taunting, and he lifts his glass, tipping it in Bonnie’s direction. “You’re welcome.”
Bonnie’s lips press together and Caroline feels an odd crackle of energy but then two other men, one familiar, one not, are at Bonnie’s side. The man she doesn’t recognize is taller and cups the back of Bonnie’s neck, pulling her into a kiss that’s so not appropriate for company. Enzo’s mouth brushes the side of Bonnie’s neck and Caroline knows she’s gaping at the scene like an idiot. Bonnie melts into Enzo though, her hands tugging the other guy closer. When he pulls back he tosses Caroline a salute, before spinning Bonnie onto the dance floor. She just catches his words before they’re swallowed up by the crowd, “No aneurysms on your birthday; you can torture Klaus at family dinner on Sunday.”
Enzo’s towed along, managing a wink at Caroline, “Hello, Gorgeous. We’ll catch up later, yeah?”
“Enzo, what…”
But he’s gone and Caroline resists the urge to dive in after them and start asking questions. “When did that happen?!” she exclaims, forgetting she has an audience.
Klaus leans closer, “Kol and Bonnie have been off and on for decades. They’ve been consistently on since Enzo arrived… about two years ago now.”
“I cannot believe they didn’t tell me,” Caroline grumbles. Enzo she kind of understands, he’s not the best at texting or emailing, is forever losing his phone. Bonnie should know that getting into a polyamorous relationship is the kind of juicy dirt that needs to be shared, damn it.
Klaus lifts a shoulder, “I’m not entirely sure your friend views it as serious. I expect a blow up once Kol presents her with the gift he bought for her. Possibly why he’s attempting to institute a no aneurysm rule.”
She’s dying to fish for more details, has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from immediately peppering Klaus with questions. He’s watching her expectantly though, his lips curled in amusement, and she knows that’s exactly what he expects.
Caroline would hate to be predictable.
She looks at the people near them, notes that most of them avert their eyes, as if they’ve been attempting to eavesdrop. “Klaus,” Caroline says again, letting the name roll off her tongue slowly.
“Mikaelson,” he supplies, with just a hint of a sigh. She supposes she has to give him a point for not attempting to deflect. “I assume my reputation precedes me?”
“That you’re an evil megalomaniac that’s prone to violent murderous rampages when things don’t go your way? I might have heard a whisper or two.”
He carefully avoids her gaze, sipping his drink calmly. “I’ve mostly cut down on those,” Klaus mutters.
Caroline hums noncommittally. But she doesn’t leave. “Bonnie leads the witches here, that much I know. What is it that you do?”
He moves closer, until she can feel the heat of his arm pressed against hers, skin separated by only his shirt. “I built this city.”
Caroline’s eye roll is automatic, too used to similar bragging from men who are trying to impress her. She reaches out, straightens his tie. “Sure,” she drawls, rubbing the obviously expensive fabric between her fingertips, “you seem like you build things all the time.”
He takes no offense, presses her hand flat against his chest, a laugh rumbling out of him. “You long are you planning on staying in my city, Caroline?”
His touch is light, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. It feels like an invitation, not a threat. Still, one can’t be too sure when playing with dangerous hybrids. “I assume that’s not a ‘be out before dawn if you don’t want your head on a pike’ hint?”
He circles her wrist, lifts her hand to his shoulder. He sets his glass aside, Caroline does the same. “Correct. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”
“Good to know,” Caroline says, letting Klaus lead her onto the dance floor.
She had already been contemplating a few extra days, hadn’t she?
#klaroline#klaroline drabbles#i don't remember why I didn't make this one ah to be honest#also am on my bonnie/enzo/kol bullshit#bonnie deserves nice things damn it
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Eternal Flame- Kol Mikaelson 3/?
Chapter 1- You're the Hybrid?
Summary: Singing. Thats all what Alexandra Gilbert has cared about since she was young and all she would care about until she met him.
With Alexandra fighting vampires, werewolves an all between she may do a thing she vowed never to do, fall in love.
And to think it all started with a walk in the woods...
The room was pitch black I could barely see what's in front of me my fingers getting clipped and cut on the item in my hands. Finally, it was fixed but then the worst thing happened. The door opened.
The room was filled with light from the lights on the ceiling of the room and all of the hard work we created was useless now with all the neatly placed mouse traps springing open making me question the reason of everything. I looked up and saw an alarmed looking Matt Donovan making me feel even more depressed, wondering what I ever did to deserve this.
"Oh come on! Seriously?!? Do you know how long this took for us to set all this up?!?" Caroline yelled at the blonde footballer essentially expressing my thoughts out loud.
"Forgot about senior prank night?" Tyler Lockwood asked his best friend.
"Clearly." he replied seeming confused by the whole ordeal that has been tradition since well ever.
"How could you forget We've only been waiting for this since freshman year!" Caroline once again yelled and not gonna lie I agree with her until last year all of us had been dying for us to prank the teachers following the footsteps of those before us trying to outdo them.
"Yeah, Matt if I'm doing this, you're doing this" Elena chipped in
"Doing what? Having fun what a travesty" I sassed rolling my eyes at my sister "Lord give me strength." I whispered so no one but Caroline would hear me throwing me a glare where I just shrugged innocently. I mean it's not my fault that Elena became boring when dumb and dumber came along.
"I'm surprised any of you are doing this" Matt said, what are we supposed to do just stand around and worry about what might happen? Feel guilty about the deaths we've caused? If we do that, we'll miss college.
"Caroline's making us." Bonnie piped up
"Not making me. To be perfectly honest I'm enjoying myself" I shrug attempting to fix a mouse trap not making eye contact with anyone but still managing to make Caroline to smile at me.
"We're about to be seniors. These are memories that will stay with us forever, and if we don't..." she trailed off still trying to be positive compared to the rest of us.
"And if we don't create memories now, then what's the point of it all?" My sister finished for her best friend making Caroline deflate at the tone of her voice making me feel like snapping at her again but for sake of Caroline I decided to focus on her more than my annoyance or Elena.
"Go ahead make fun, I don't care" She replied, obviously lying to us, hurt how the majority of her friends are making fun of an idea to get all of our mind of the supernatural by doing normal things a teen would enjoy. I wasn't the only one seeing how upset Caroline was with her boyfriend saying.
"You're all lame. And I've got ten more classes to prank." I decided to pitch in after he announced his leave.
"Yeah, I'm meeting my boys in the chem lab, we're 'doing something awesome to Jones' according to Jamie anyway" a small smirk on my face "See you losers later" winking at Caroline.
When out of the class I headed along the hall to get to the class seeing Tyler giving some students instructions "Seems like Caroline's rubbing off on you Ty" a small smile on my face, instead of verbally responding he just rolled his eyes playfully continuing to give instructions.
I kept on wondering down the dark and quiet hallway feeling creeped out. All of a sudden I heard a slamming of a door making me feel more aware of my surroundings ready to run in case of any well unusual people out there
"Who's there?" I shouted out on instinct before realising what a stupid move that was. Well done Alex if they didn't know you were here they do now my subconscious reminded me, I slowly walked towards the noise until I heard from behind me.
"Boo!" I turned around and punched whoever it was on instinct "Fucking hell Andie!" the mysterious 'creature' yelled making me realise it was just Mark then hearing laughter behind him making me see he isn't alone but thing one and two were here as well.
"Jesus Andie remind me never to get in a fight with you" Sam managed out before James saying "Yeah next boxing match I'm putting my money on you"
I give them an unimpressed look "oh you mean all 10 cent you know seeing as though the last time you bet you lost 100 dollars" casting up how he bet on the Dolphins winning the super bowl losing 100 dollars in the process. "And you. carry on way you're acting and we'll be getting in a fight quite soon" I told James.
"Not a word." was all I said to Mark knowing a sarcastic comment was coming causing him roll his eyes. "Right gents what class are we supposed to be pranking?" before following a still grinning James to the chemistry lab belonging to Mr Jones' the hatred between him and Jamie running deep with the detentions and destruction in the past 3 years.
"Of course it would be Jones. Your obsession with each other is genuinely unhealthy." Sam remarked with an eye roll.
"Gotta agree with Sammy on that Jame" Mark seconded with me making a noise of agreement while looking through the bag he brought with him finding confetti, superglue, a large cut out of about 8 feet cut out of the periodic table and purple paint?
"Yeah well, I could say same for you and Kayleigh Jackson." referring to the rivalry between Kayleigh a kind blonde braniac who was on the cheer squad and honestly the only girl in this school I would trust with my life. Her and Sam had a rivalry which stemmed from how Kayleigh fought over a red crayon with him in kindergarten ever since they fight over the most stupid things, from what colour nitrogen mixed with sulphuric acid to whose cake was better in home economics, honestly, it's just became a way of life.
"Right before we start fighting about whose rivalry is worse let's get on with the prank?" I suggested with the back up from my blue-eyed best friend.
"So, you want to superglue the periodic table coloured in purple his least favourite colour" I started before Sam butted in
"How do you know his least favourite colour exactly?"
"I have my ways you have yours" Jesus this is hard work but I tried to continue "Then rig up this contraption when he opens his door tomorrow, he'll have confetti fallen on him?"
"and superglue" he added
I stared at him for a few seconds before saying "Sounds good. I'll get started on the confetti and super glue"
We all joked and tried our best to prank Mr Jones to the best of our ability and not just because of the hated between a certain drummer and the teacher himself. After we did that, we walked to the next class Mr Curtis our favourite music teacher but before we could begin, we were interrupted by Harry from my political studies class coming in and telling all of us
"Hate to break it guys but we've been busted, teacher saw us pranking the gym hall." he told us with a sympathetic smile. once he told us this, we all groaned and complained
"That's shit"
"You're joking!"
"No. That aint right."
"Jesus Christ. Why is god against me?"
"Don't shoot the messenger guys." Harry replied with his hand up in surrender walking out of the class.
Mark sighed "Well this is shit."
"I know fucking hate this" James agreed shaking his head. I swear I saw a tear in his brown eye.
"What can we do gents? We're caught. Just think of Mr Jones face tomorrow that's all you have to think about to get through the day" I told them trying to show them a silver lining to this horrible end of a great night.
"Yeah, doesn't make it any better." The drummer moaned "Do any of you need a ride?"
"Yeah, that'd be great"
"Yes, please my man" the two other males answered the brunette.
"Can't sorry boys, have to go home with my sister. Sorry" I declined
"Good luck, Alex" Mark said somewhat making it sound sarcastic making me throw a pencil at him as he raced out the classroom.
"See ya tomorrow my girl"
"Adios gorgeous" the other two more sensible- at that moment- boys said. I waved them good bye before we walked out of the class going in opposite directions with them heading out to the parking lot and me like an idiot going through all the school looking for my sister. Texting her asking where she was.
"She better not have left me" I muttered before opening the doors to enter the Gym hall.
"Alex! get out of here!" was all I heard looking up from my phone seeing an unusual scene in front of me to say the least. An empty hall with the exception of my sister, chad from Miss Golds class and Dana the girl who co-organised the whole prank night with Caroline and a man in his 20's? next to Elena seeming to be talking to her.
For once it looked like my sister had the right so I turned and bolted towards the doors only to be stopped by the same man that was conversing with the doppelganger.
""Now, now love. Who may you be?" He said in a nice posh British accent looking into my eyes therefore me being able to understand I'm being compelled.
"Someone on vervain." I snarked back "Try an eat me and it'll be like drinking acid, or so I've been told." I told him acting innocent at the old. he rolls his eyes as though expecting the sarcasm. Stefan must have told him everything about the entirety of the school.
This dick of a vampire gripped my am tightly and threw me onto the ground.
"Jesus be a bit gentler. Love." adding a bit more English mannerisms sarcastically where he just smirked back. Asshole.
"Alex! Are you okay?" My sister asks worried for my safety. I looked around my surroundings once more seeing Dana keeping her leg up wobbling every now and kind of like she's being controlled.
"Been better, been worse." I replied to my sister getting up "What's wrong with Dana and Chad?" I asked the brunette doppelganger; she opened her mouth but before she could reply the mysterious and freak of a vampire answered for her.
"Well love I compelled them. You seem to know what that means?" I glared at him thinking of any wooded objects that would kill the vampire in front of me there's a pencil you stole from Sam in your back pocket use that but before I could I heard my sister ask the vampire.
"Where's Stefan? What did you do to him?"
"Stefan's on a bit of a time out" What? Stefans with that psycho hybrid? Oh my days... before anything else was said I gave out a little laugh
"You're the hybrid? the scary murderous sociopath everyone is talking about? you look like an old man with dire need of a new war-" but before I could finish, he ran towards me pushing me against the back wall threatening to kill me in a chokehold.
"That may be so but I can break your neck with a single flick." he said with a murderous tone and eyes that look like he wanted to kill me but couldn't?
"Duly noted." I managed to get out before hearing him laugh in my face letting me go and fall to the floor with a crash.
"Now what is your name sweetheart?" but before I could reply Bonnie and Matt open the doors and enter the huge hall
"Bonnie, get out of here!" My sister yelled
"Go, Bon, Leave!" I shouted along with her well attempted to shout. But in a blink of an eye the hybrid was in front of the Bennett witch, now this is a fight I would like to see. On Bonnies side of course.
"Ah I was wondering when you'd show up. Now we can get started."
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A/N: thought I'd end it like that cause I want to do two chapters an episode maybe. Therfore warning to readers itll be a while until you meet Kol however there will be bits and pieces which relate to Kol but not going to say anything else.
Let me know what you think and if I can do anything to improve my future writing or this chapter.
Also Ashleigh is a REALLY good friend of hers, her best girl friend.
Thank you for reading lovelies xxx
#kol mikaelson imagine#kol mikaelson series#kol mikaelson x reader#kol mikaelson#the vampire diaries imagine#the original imagines#the vampire diaries#the originals
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Hallucinogenic Flying Ointment
Making hallucinogenic flying ointment: various recipes. Flying ointment is an herbal hallucinogenic salve applied by witches for the purpose of soul-flight. I aim for this guide to provide a variety of recipes and ingredients to choose from, highlighting both psychoactive and non-psychoactive entheogens. Historically accurate recipes Egyptian The Greek Egyptian magical papyri describes a religious consecrating oil producing visions called kentritis, the most likely ingredients being Verbena officinalis (vervain) and Mandragora officinalis (mandrake). It is also likely that because of the spread of the Mithras cult from Central Asia, and therefore their hallucinogens, that Amanita muscaria (fly agaric) may be a component in the kentritis oil. Grimoire I only found one mention of flying ointment in a grimoire, and it was comprised of multiple unnecessary herbs that had to be handgrown and picked in a complex ceremony. For simplicity's sake, we may consider the only psychoactive herb in it: vervain. In essence, this ointment is comprised of a single entheogen. EDIT: I forgot to mention that most grimoires also use hyssop as a consecrating oil. The Keys of Solomon use in the water and hyssop ceremony both vervain, sage, valerian, and hyssop. Witches' A traditionally described ointment from reputable sources on the history of witchcraft. These sources describe two recipes. Parsley and poplar leaves This recipe contains no psychoactive ingredients, however parsley and poplar are sacred plants in the witchcraft tradition. Unless parsley and poplar are undiscovered hallucinogens ;) 2. Water parsnip, Acorus calamus (sweet flag), cinquefoil, Atropa belladonna (deadly nightshade), Papaver somniferum (opium/poppy) Our modern recipes One could make the authentic recipes described above, but there are many other options other than what the old books say. For example, although the uses of opium and fly agaric as ingredients in flying ointment is rather unsubstantiated, they are used as entheogens in other facets of European occultism (opium as incense in Liber Juratus for example) so it would not be far fetched or unauthentic to include them in your ointment. A typical recipe for us might look like: 2-3 cups of oil A small amount of wax 1 ounce of dried henbane 10 grams belladonna 10 grams mandrake 5 grams opium 4 ounces fly agaric 10 grams vervain Add as much parsley, sweet flag, water parsnip, cinquefoil, and poplar leaves as you want. They aren't poisonous or hallucinogenic so their inclusion is for religious symbolism more than anything. If one is using the ointment for an indigenous American ritual like a mesada (Originating in the Andes mountains, translating as "altar ritual") or velada (Mazatec Mexican origin, translating as "candle ritual") which I would love to outline in a guide later, then it will be fitting to use: 1 ounce datura 1 ounce brugmansia This could also be used for European rituals as datura and brugmansia are in many ways more desirable because of their more hallucinogenic properties rather than sedative/toxic and because of their more consistency in effects. I made my first flying ointment with brugmansia, and it works just fine. It just isn't entirely authentic. How to make it Just know that you will be working with wax, placing it on your dishes, and wax is a gigantic pain in the ass to clean up. So if you make it you got a lot of scrubbing to do. Also, wear gloves when handling the herbage material and keep windows and doors of the room open to prevent fumes from intoxicating you. You might also want to wear one of those paper masks. This is potent stuff, and you don't want to be meeting spirits in your kitchen just yet. Melt the wax in a crock pot (Do not attempt it any other way, slow cooking is the safest. Using a stovetop creates highly volatile oils that can cause a wax fire very quickly). Meanwhile, place foliage and oil in blender. Blend the concoction and pour it into a small pot. Heat the pot on low for an hour. Strain the liquid from the herbs. Pour a small portion of the melted wax into the oil, enough so that it becomes a thick consistency. But be careful: while the wax is melted it looks like liquid so you might underestimate how much wax you put in. Place outside the fridge (because it might cool too quickly, meaning the wax wouldn't dissolve into the oil), and when it is cool, pour the ointment. It will probably be enough to fill two mason jars! (That's about 30 doses). And then you're done! Apply liberally, but work your way up the doses slowly. You can apply more if you aren't feeling it. It's not too strong, you aren't likely to completely leave this world on the witches' ointment. Next I'll teach you guys how to make a witches' brew! Tripping with purpose. EDIT: Some are upset that I have declined to put a warning on this post. Some may even say it's irresponsible. I justify this by saying that the toxicity of nightshades is known everywhere and it is impossible not to encounter the ever-present warning about their safety. I chose not to beat the dead horse. If you cannot do any research beyond what you read in this post, then nightshades aren't for you and you should face the consequences of your own actions. I'm not a babysitter, so I'm not responsible for your own safety and well-being. You are. I think also that the 'dangers' of the Amanita muscaria mushroom are vastly overstated and warning people not to ingest fly agaric because other members of the family are poisonous is a misnomer. There has never been a death from fly agaric. There has never been a death from transdermal nightshade for that matter, if I may be bold enough to say. (COPIED FROM AN OLD FORUM THREAD)
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AFTERMATH | CHAPTER SEVEN | LEGACIES
BOOK ONE—SIDE CHARACTER
AFTERMATH MASTERLIST
< CHAPTER SIX
My phone buzzed, and I looked down at my lap.
Mon Amour is calling.
Roman, I thought with a thankful sigh of relief. I had taken off so abruptly, stopping by his dorm to give him a kiss and say I would be back. He knew what I was doing on my trips back home. I declined the call, and texted him 'Caught up, will call you tonight when things settle. I love you.'
He texted back a quick, 'Might sleep by 10, so if you're still busy by then, just call. I'll leave my ringer on so I don't miss you. I love you, too.'
I looked at the woman sitting next to me. Bonnie looked confused and a little uneasy. I did, too. Bonnie turned her glance to me, both of us sharing a reassuring smile. In the back of us was someone who claimed to be Lorelle, my very much anciently dead mother. The same mother who was supposed to have died giving birth to me, but is here, looking very much like a vampire.
She was wedged between the Salvatore couple. Upon hearing about the commotion at Bonnie's, they were both there. They dropped Stefanie at the Salvatore School to come along with us for the trip. Even though their daughter was a human, she knew all about the supernatural world since it was apart of her family history. Since the school was built in her uncle's memory, she was welcome to stay in a dorm room there at any time, even be a student there if she wanted. She attended the local high school, Mystic Falls High, like her mother.
I didn't like the thought of Damon and Elena being there. The thought of them being in a potentially dangerous situation when they were both human was not ideal, not when Stefanie was still a young girl. The thought of her growing up without parents hurt to think of, but they said that if Bonnie and I were going to see this though, so would they.
The original Mystic Falls gang were probably some of the most selfless people I knew.
Bonnie put shackles of "Lorelle" that prohibited any magic that she could use. Even though she already showed to us she was a vampire, we had to make sure. We also injected her with vervain, a portion large enough to make her drowsy, but not enough to knock her out.
She kept murmuring about how she longed for this moment, to see me, to meet me, to hold me in her arms. That I was ripped away too soon, Dahlia being the most wretched person she had ever encountered. I gripped the steering wheel hard, my knuckles turning white as I tried to drown out her words, unsure what to believe and how to feel.
So, we drove to New Orleans. When we got to the Mikaelson compound, I grabbed Lorelle's arms, pulling her along with me. I texted Aunt Bex as a heads up, who was living in New York with Marcel, so she made her way back to New Orleans to be the only living person nearby who would be able to identify if this woman was actually my mother or not. Uncle Kol was still off traveling and living in exotic places with Davina, but he got a text as well.
Aunt Bex, Aunt Freya, Keelin, and Marcel were all waiting by the entrance for us. They straightened their postures as we approached, and I walked in the front. Aunt Bex's facial expression when she saw the woman told me everything I needed to know, but I still wanted to hear the words.
"Lorelle..." she mumbled, almost a whisper as her face paled.
I saw tears start to form in her eyes as she stared at the woman who claimed she was my mother, her wide eyes showing the disbelief. She swallowed, and said, "I'm not sure one hundred percent... if this woman sure as hell looks like your mother, love."
"Because I am," Lorelle said drowsily. She sent Rebekah a half smile, and said, "Nice seeing you after all this time, Bekah."
"If you really are Lorelle, what is something only she and I would know?" Rebekah asked, taking a few steps towards us.
"When you were eleven you'd sneak out at night to go hang out with a boy from the village. He was a werewolf, and you knew, but it didn't frighten you. He was your friend, so you made sure you were there, even on nights when he turned on the full moon," the woman replied, and Rebekah looked as if she dropped her guard.
"Lorie," she said, and rushed forward, grabbing the woman from my arms to pull her into her own. "It is so good to see you. Kol would be delighted when I give him the message."
Lorelle, still drowsy, turned her head to the side in confusion. "I'm sorry, why just Kol? Where's Finn and Niklaus? Henrick?"
She looked around, and realized an absence of someone for the first time, and her face fell.
"Where's Eli?" she asked, her voice wavering. She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear and sadness as tears formed. "Honey, where is your father?"
CHAPTER EIGHT >
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Stood Up *Part 2*
Stefan X Reader
Word Count: 581
Requested: Anon
Request: Part 2 of stood up. For stood up part 2. I meant to add that the reader she does drink vervain and also wears it too since she knows all the supernatural and Stefan is so open with her and protective since they’re best friends.
*Part 1*
Stefan had become majorly protective of you after you had said something to Damon, he never left you in a room alone within, he was there almost all the time even when you were working and he was there every morning to make sure that you were taking your vervain, he even got you a necklace incase something happened. You were sure that it was because Damon must be using you as a threat that was why you were surprised when you walked into the boarding house and Stefan wasn’t there.
You walked into the living room and frowned “Where’s Stefan?” You asked and Damon held up his phone.
“He left this and I thought that it was the perfect time to get to know you,” Damon answered as he put the phone on the coffee table before gesturing for you to sit down, he offered you a drink which you declined.
“What do you want?” You asked.
“To get to know you, your the only one of Stefan’s friends that have ever said anything hostile to me and I want to know why you're different.” He said softly as he took another drink.
“I’m not afraid of you.” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms and leant against the door frame.
“I know.” He smirked as he walked around the sofa to lean against the back of it.
“Then what is this all about?” You asked as you gestured the room.
“Like I said, I just want to get to know you.” Damon took another sip of his drink but his eyes never left you.
“I leaving.” You said and turned away from him to walk out but you didn’t get far before Damon was right behind you, he wrapped an arm around your waist grabbed your chin pulling you to look at him.
“I’m going to need you to stay.” Damon said, it was clear that he was trying to compel you but Stefan’s overbearing love for you that was impossible, the vervain in your system stopped his plan from working, so instead you elbowed him in the stomach and in his shock he let you go, you made quick move for the door but he caught you before you could even reach your hand out for the door, “vervain… I bet that was my brother’s doing.”
“Let go of me!” You ordered.
“I don’t think so.” He smirked his nose dropping to your neck.
“Let. Me. Go.” Your teeth were clenched so tightly that it seemed like the words were ground out.
“Now that’s no fun.” He said softly.
“Damon!” Stefan appeared you hadn’t noticed the door open, you were sure that Damon had though and then pushed you towards your friend who caught you.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m fine.” You answered.
“Don’t worry I didn’t hurt you, little human.” Damon laughed before he was gone.
“What were you doing here?” He asked.
“He texted me from your phone.” You answered. “I thought you were here when I tried to leave he grabbed me.” Stefan looked over you again making sure that you were okay before pulling you into a hug.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
“For what? Having a life. Don’t apologise.” You waved him off despite still being shaken by the events that had just happened.
“I promise that this is never going to happen again.” He said taking your hand and lead you out of the house to take you home.
*Part 3*
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Treacherous - Chapter Eight
Author: idkhaylijah
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Warnings: nsfw bc sexy times. wrap it before you tap it. And tbh if you don’t know to do that you probably shouldn’t be reading. 18+ please
“Y/N?” Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face, drawing her attention.
She blinked, her eyes focusing. “She can’t be dead…”
“Who is Caroline?”
“Caroline Forbes,” Elijah chimed in as if that explained things. “Tyler, what makes you believe Y/N killed her?”
Tyler reached into his pocket and Dean turned at the movement, raising his gun straight at him. “I’d think twice before doing anything that’ll get you killed,” he growled.
Tyler paused his movements, glancing at Elijah, who gave a slight nod. “Relax,” he said, pulling out his phone. He pulled up a video, tossing the device to Y/N. She glanced down and furrowed her eyebrows. When she met Tyler’s angry gaze he raised his chin. “Watch it.”
She hit play - the video carried no audio, but there, clear as day she saw Caroline. She was tied to a chair, the ropes digging into her skin. Even on the small screen Y/N could tell the ropes had been drenched with vervain - the skin underneath them red and angry. The vampire lifted her head, tears streaming down her eyes, and it looked like she was begging.
Her eyes were trained on something off camera, and fear flooded them as a figure stepped into view.
Y/N.
She walked over to Caroline, and pointed a wooden stake at the camera, a wicked grin on her face.
Caroline cried out as the stake was plunged through her stomach, and Y/N glanced away from the phone as this duplicate of herself, Empusa, tortured the vampire.
“Keep watching,” Tyler growled.
She looked up again to see this twisted version of herself standing over Caroline Forbe’s lifeless body, her heart in her hands as she smirked, approaching the camera. She disappeared from view, the lens shifting in and out of focus on Caroline until the screen went black.
Y/N held her hand over her mouth in shock. “Tyler, that wasn’t me...I would never…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her mind reeling at the loss of her friend.
Elijah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Dean reached for the phone.
“From where I’m sitting, you killed her,” Tyler’s eyes burned and his jaw clenched. He was white knuckled, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair.
“I would never hurt her!” Y/N shouted, her blood boiling. She slumped down onto the mattress, feeling tired and defeated.
Elijah moved between them, keeping his eyes on the hybrid.
“And if you think I’m capable of that, you don’t know me at all,” she said, her voice as broken as she felt.
The Original turned, taking her in. “Y/N, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” he commented.
She shook her head, and he knew she was declining his blood before he even offered. “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom,” she muttered, kicking off her shoes.
Elijah nodded and disappeared for a moment.
“Whatever that is, it isn’t your friend,” Dean said, studying the phone.
Y/N furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about?”
Elijah came back, listening as he carefully bandaged the wound on Y/N’s neck.
Dean’s eyes were trained on the video, playing it back again and again when he finally hit pause. “There,” he said tilting the screen towards Y/N. “Look at her eyes.”
“That’s a shapeshifter,” Y/N said.
“What are you saying?” Tyler asked.
Dean tossed the phone back to him. “I’m saying that’s not your little girlfriend.”
Tyler looked down at the phone, his eyes beginning to water as he tried to fight off the hope that began to unfurl in his chest, not sure he could survive losing it - losing her - again.
Y/N winced at Elijah’s touch. “Forgive me,” he said as he finished the bandage.
She turned to thank him, caught off guard by the heat of his gaze. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He nodded, smiling softly before standing. “So, Mr. Winchester, what would Empusa want with a shapeshifter”
Dean shrugged. “Dunno, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.”
Tyler shut his eyes in relief. “You didn’t kill her?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “No, Tyler. I didn’t kill her.”
Tyler stopped fighting off the hope, embracing it and holding on as tightly as he could. “She’s not dead,” he choked, the tears beginning to flow freely. “She’s not dead.”
“We don’t know that,” Y/N snapped.
Tyler shook his head, refusing to believe anything else.
“Where’d you get the video?” Dean asked.
Tyler gathered himself, clearing his head. “I thought Y/N sent it to me…”
He showed the number the text came in on and Y/N rolled her eyes. “That’s not my number, Ty.”
“Yea, well, you haven’t bothered to reach out in years, what was I supposed to think?” He snapped.
Dean ignored their bickering, jotting the number down on a pad of paper from the nightstand. “Maybe Sam can trace it,” he said before pulling out his phone and stepping out of the room.
“Mr. Lockwood, I suggest you head back to Mystic Falls before I change my mind,” Elijah said. When Tyler didn’t move Elijah placed his hand into his pocket casually, squaring his shoulders. “Let me be clear - this is a threat.”
Tyler looked to Y/N who shook her head. “Just go, Tyler.”
“I’m sorry,” he offered before disappearing.
Y/N sighed and placed her head in her hands. Elijah sat down next to her. “You need rest,” he said.
She turned to look at him, resting her face in the palm of her hand. “Story of my life,” she sighed.
Elijah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she closed her eyes at the touch, breathing him in. She had missed this, more than she cared to admit.
She sat up, her eyes flicking to his shoulder, asking for permission. He gave a slight nod, and she leaned forward, pulling his shirt away to get a look at the bite Tyler had left behind. She grit her teeth. “That’s bad,” she winced.
“I’ll survive,” he said, the corner of his lip turning up sadly.
“We should get you back to the bunker. You need Klaus’ blood.”
Their eyes met, and they both froze at the closeness. She released his shirt, her hand hovering over his chest for a moment, unsure. His hand came up, enveloping hers and holding it to his chest and she took a sharp breath.
When he opened his mouth to speak, Dean stepped back into the room and Y/N dropped her hand, scooting away from him.
“So Klaus and Sam are headed to Virginia, they think they’ve got a trace on the number,” he said, completely oblivious to what he had walked in on.
Elijah sighed. “Niklaus is going to Mystic Falls.”
“But it’s a trap,” Y/N argued. “And he can’t just run off to Mystic Falls right now, Tyler bit you. You need Klaus’ blood and we’re still a day out from the bunker, our best bet is to have him meet us halfway...”
Elijah nodded and cut her off. “I’ll be fine. Niklaus needs to see it for himself. I can’t say I blame him,” he said, meeting her gaze.
If it were Y/N instead of Caroline, he’d cross oceans to get to her.
“Remind me again why we let that little son of a bitch go?” Dean asked as he glanced around the room to find Tyler gone.
Y/N sighed. “Because he may be an ass sometimes, but he’s my friend.”
“Yea you mentioned that…”
“Dean, drop it, please,” she blinked slowly, taking a breath as she stood. She shuffled across the carpet, opening her duffle bag and pulling out an old band T-shirt she had stolen from one of the guys, tossing it over her cami. She began to sway slightly on her feet, her vision spotting.
“Okay, that’s enough, sit down,” Dean pulled her toward the chair, forcing her to take a seat.
She swatted him away lazily, but before she could argue Elijah cut in. “Y/N your heart rate is dropping rapidly. You’ve lost a lot of blood….”
She shook her head.
“As much as I hate to admit it, you need his help. Take it,” Dean grimaced, kneeling in front of her.
“I just need to rest a minute.”
“It’s not up for debate, so either you take his blood, or I’ll force it down your throat myself,” Dean growled.
Elijah bit into his wrist, holding it out to her and she shook her head again. “I can’t,” she whispered.
Elijah turned away and Dean stood, spinning him around angrily. “Give it to her,” he boomed. “She’s losing too much blood!”
“I can’t force her to drink from me. Perhaps we should take her to a hospital.”
“We can’t just waltz into a hospital with her looking like this,” Dean argued. “Not without drawing attention.”
Y/N pulled off the bandage on her neck slowly, realizing she was already bleeding through it. She winced as the air hit the wound. She stood to reach for another bandage, and her legs gave out, her body too tired to fight sleep any longer.
*****
Y/N clawed at her neck, desperate for the pain to stop. Her skin burned, and she felt as if her throat was coated in sand paper.
She knew what this was.
Hunger.
She listened, blood pumping through veins, the gentle thump of a heart.
Ba bump. Ba bump. Ba bump.
Her mouth watered and her eyes went dark. She felt her gums tear, fangs pushing through painfully, ready to hunt.
Ba bump. Ba bump. Ba bump.
She followed the sound, the only thought in her mind was to satisfy the hunger…
*****
“Hey, can you hear me?” Dean’s face slowly came in to view as Y/N blinked rapidly.
She sat up, glancing around the room. She was still in the motel. “What happened?”
“You fainted.”
She sighed, reaching for her neck to find the wound gone. She ran her fingers over her face in a panic, the skin along her cheekbone no longer tender when she touched it, her lips smooth where it had been cut earlier. “What did you do?” She asked, her eyes searching.
“I fed you my blood.” Elijah explained.
Y/N shot up, angry tears streaming down her face. “I said no!”
“Y/N,” Dean started, but she shoved him away.
She felt her head begin to pound and knew it was happening again - the visions she had been trying so hard to keep at bay. She also knew she wasn’t willing to let Dean and Elijah make anymore decisions for her. She stormed out, slamming the motel door behind her without another word. She made it down to the pool before the pain became blinding, and she held her head, desperate for relief.
*****
As she pulled the blood through her lips she felt relief. She let out a heavy breath, euphoria washing over her.
She glanced down at her lap, the lifeless body laying before her. The guilt slammed into her as she realized what she had done. She lifted her hands, studying her fingers, her limbs beginning to shake as she saw the blood on them.
Her vision blurred, and she blinked rapidly, looking down once more when suddenly she recognized the body beneath her.
“No, no, no,” she panicked, turning his face and shaking him. But he didn’t move, and she knew it was because she had drained every ounce of him trying to calm the insatiable hunger.
She had killed Sam Winchester.
*****
Y/N shot her eyes open, gasping for breath. She was leaning against a cement pillar by the pool and she steadied herself, catching her breath. She blinked tears she didn’t realize she was crying away, the pain subsiding and her world calming once more.
“I did what I had to do,” Elijah’s voice startled her.
She stood crossing her arms over her chest, anger rolling over her in waves. “You did what I asked you specifically not to do.”
“What would you have me do?” He boomed, his jaw set as his own frustration quickly rose.
“I don’t know, listen to me?” She raised her own voice, matching his. “Taken me to the hospital, stitched me up like a normal human being?” She shouted.
“You didn’t have time! I was not going to sit back and watch you die,” he argued.
She huffed, not having an argument for that. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want to become a monster, either - and if her visions, dreams, whatever, were anything to go by it’s exactly where she was headed. She moved to storm past Elijah, but he gripped her arm spinning her around.
“I didn’t have a choice,” his tone was harsh and absolute, his eyes narrowing.
“There’s always a choice,” she snapped, angry tears burning in her eyes.
“Everything okay down here?” Dean appeared, his eyes hard as he took in Elijah’s stance.
Elijah cleared his throat, nodding before releasing his grip, turning on his heel and walking away.
Y/N bit her lip, bouncing her foot anxiously as she wiped the tears from her face. She turned, hiding from Dean and watching as the moonlight reflected off the pale blue water of the pool. She wanted to tell Elijah everything, make him understand - she wanted to stop hurting him - hurting herself - but she didn’t know how.
Dean said nothing as he walked up to her, his thumb turning her chin until she looked up at him. He kissed her forehead sweetly, and she leaned into his chest, no longer able to hold back the sobs that wracked her body.
He tucked her head under his chin, wrapping his arms around her as she cried. He hated when she cried. He watched her push herself to the limit, run toward the problem time and time again. He had seen her bent and bruised. That Y/N he knew what to do with. He had helped bandage her up, stitched the wounds back together piece by piece - but this...
This was hurting in a way he didn’t know how to fix, and it killed him.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his chest.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered. She pulled back to look at him, and he glanced down at the damp spot on his shirt. “Except maybe ruining one of my favorite shirts,” he teased.
She smacked him, fisting the fabric in her hand. “Shut up, Dean,” she laughed.
“There she is,” his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile soft.
She froze, relaxing her fist and splaying her hand onto his chest, feeling the heartbeat under her palm, and she swallowed.
Dean leaned down slowly, kissing her tentatively and suddenly a vision of an entire life flashed before her eyes.
It wasn’t the apple pie life Dean talked about - but it was something, and she grasped onto it for dear life. Suddenly she was deepening the kiss, opening up to him and urging him on as she leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pushed at her hips until she loosened her grip, breaking away from the kiss. “Sweetheart, as much as I’d love to do that right now, and I can’t believe I’m about to say this-“
“Then don’t,” she breathed, pulling him down and crashing her lips to his once more.
Dean hated that this was a distraction for her. A temporary relief to the pain she hadn’t been able to sort out yet. Yet there he was kissing her back like his life depended on it. He could never deny her anything, and he finally understood why.
He was in love with her.
“Dean,” she panted between kisses, pulling at his belt.
He groaned, pushing her to the pillar and pinning her with his hips. He leaned himself into her, his hard length pressing into her abdomen as he continued to kiss her fervently.
Her fingers pulled at his belt desperately and when her hand reached into his pants, rubbing him through the fabric of his boxer briefs, he knew he had no chance of putting a stop to it.
If he were being honest with himself, he had lost that battle ages ago.
He pressed into her palm as his hands cupped her face and he kissed her desperately. He poured everything he had into it, wanting nothing more than to make her forget everything outside of this moment - outside of them.
He didn’t know how to fix her, but this - this was familiar territory for him. This he knew how to do.
His hands dropped to her waist, slipping under the hem of her shirt, his lips traveling down her neck. She moaned as she reached into the waistband of his boxers, her fist closing around him. Dean groaned, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck, one of his hands coming up to steady himself against the pillar.
“Baby,” his breath moved over her skin. She pumped him a few times, and he rested his head on her shoulder, biting his lip as he tried to steady his breathing. He gripped her hip tightly before sliding his hand down into her leggings, his fingers finding her ready for him. He lifted his head, watching her face as he teased her clit, memorizing the way she came undone at his touch.
“Dean,” she moaned. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans and keeping her quiet. “I need you,” she panted between kisses.
“Fuck,” he whispered into her ear. “You’ve got me, sweetheart,” he confessed. He wondered if she realized the weight of his words, but moved before he let them settle over her, pulling at her leggings and panties, shoving them down. He lost all his senses, not caring that they were out in the open, figuring the old band T-shirt of his (that she looked damn good in) was long enough to cover her from anyone should they get caught.
Y/N slipped one leg out, and he bent, his large hands gripping the backs of her thighs as he picked her up. She held onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing anywhere she could reach.
She tightened her legs around him, trying to pull him closer. He braced himself with one hand, his other hand reaching between them and lining himself up. His cock teased her folds and she nipped his lip, silently begging him for more.
He pulled his face back, his green eyes searching her for a sign that he should stop, that it was too much too soon. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged from crying, her hair tousled in waves around her. Her Y/E/C eyes held a sadness that left an ache in his chest, and he knew in his gut this would break him.
But she was so damn beautiful and he’d do anything to drown out that sadness, even if for a moment.
He pressed into her, bottoming out with a groan as she threw her head back. He took the opportunity to kiss her neck, biting and sucking against the smooth delicate column as he began to move.
She held onto him, the cement from the pillar pressing into her shoulders. Her nails dug into his back, grasping for purchase. She pulled him in tighter against her with her foot, urging him on.
Dean reached between them, working his fingers over her clit and she cried out. He kissed her hard, silencing her, and while a part of him worried someone would hear them, the larger part of him didn’t care. He was so far gone for this woman he wasn’t sure he’d ever be the same.
He parted their lips, gasping for air and they shared a breath. He thrust into her again and again and when her walls finally clamped down around him he came. She followed him, hiding her face in his neck to stay silent as he slowed his movements.
He slipped out of her, groaning at the loss, and placed her legs back on the ground carefully, holding her hips until she regained her balance. He dipped low, fixing her pants quickly so she wouldn’t be seen, and when he came back up he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Y/N….” he began, unsure what it was he was trying to say. He brushed her hair back away from her face and traced the strands down to her neck. His fingers followed the neckline of his old T-shirt, a feeling of pride flooding him knowing the fabric hugging her body had once belonged to him.
He stopped when his fingers hit the chain on her necklace, and he felt her tense. He pulled his forehead away, looking at her as he pulled it out from her shirt so he could see the locket hanging from her neck.
He glanced down and clenched his jaw, cursing himself for getting wrapped up in her - knowing it was too late.
“Dean,” she placed her hand on his but he pulled away, dropping the locket against her chest.
“We should get some rest,” he stepped away from her, fixing himself, waiting for her to say something - anything.
She nodded. “Yea,” she said. “It’s been a long day.”
He didn’t wait for her as he walked back to the motel room.
Y/N sighed, sliding down the pillar and hugging her knees wondering what the hell she was doing.
She sat there for a few minutes, watching the water of the pool rippling softly. She took a deep breath, deciding that anything with Dean or Elijah could wait until after they figured out what to do about Empusa.
Right now, she was a hunter with a job to do.
*****
“Whoa buddy, you don’t look so good,” Dean said as he entered the room to find Elijah laying on one of the beds, sweat beading across his forehead. His breath came in heavy pants and Dean moved towards him carefully.
Elijah coughed, attempting to sit up. “I’m fine,” he growled. But as he stood he swayed and Dean reached out instinctively to catch his balance.
When Dean’s hand touched his arm he caught a glimpse of Elijah’s mind and jumped back, startled. “What the hell was that?”
Elijah swatted Dean away, and when he glanced up it was as if he was looking through him. “Niklaus….” he panted.
Dean put his hands up defensively. “Wrong guy…”
Elijah stood once more, his eyes focusing. “Forgive me,” he said, coughing once more. “Werewolf venom.”
Dean nodded. “I thought you guys were immune to everything.”
“It will heal,” Elijah explained. “The fever will run its course.”
“What the hell was that when I touched you?” Dean asked, his mind trying to wrap around what he saw.
Elijah moved to the small table, pouring himself a drink. “A memory.”
“Right,” Dean trailed off uncomfortably.
Elijah downed his drink and placed his glass on the table, heading towards the bed once more and dropping to the mattress. His jaw clenched and for a moment, Dean felt badly for the guy.
He grabbed Elijah’s glass, filling it with amber liquid once more and handing it to him. “Drink up,” Dean said.
Elijah opened an eye, reaching out for the glass, but as their hands accidentally touched he lost control once more.
*****
“Y/N, I pride myself on my patience, but you are testing it,” Elijah groaned playfully. He picked up the trail of clothes Y/N had left strewn about the room, folding them neatly and placing them back where they belonged, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’m almost done,” she called from behind the bathroom door. “I just need another minute.”
“We are late,” he informed her, glancing at his watch.
She poked her head out of the bathroom. “This dress looks ridiculous on me,” she grumbled.
He turned to find her makeup precise, her hair pinned to the side, revealing her neck. He cleared his throat when he realized he hadn’t responded. “You look beautiful,” he breathed.
She blushed. “Elijah, you’re sweet. But this dress is too much, I feel like a fraud.”
He couldn’t imagine anything possibly taking away from her beauty. “Let me see,” he whispered.
She sighed and glanced down. “Promise not to laugh.”
“You have my word.”
When she stepped out in a sleek red off the shoulder gown his heart stopped.
It was clearly his sister’s doing - it was a number Y/N would never pick for herself. It was bold and revealing, hugging her body, showing her off. Elijah’s eyes trailed over her, taking it all in.
“Say something,” she said.
His eyes met hers, and she watched as his lips parted, his tongue darting out. “You are exquisite,” he whispered.
She blushed under his gaze. “It’s too much…”
He stepped toward her, reaching out to pull her into him, his lips crashing to hers and silencing her protests about the gown.
She grinned into his kiss as his hands roamed down her open back, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat behind. “Elijah,” she giggled, pushing on his chest. “We’re going to be late.”
He kissed just below her ear. “Mmm,” he mumbled into her skin. “We’re already late.”
She melted under his touch. “All the more reason we should go,” she sighed.
Elijah pulled back to look at her, his thumb rubbing her cheek, a playful smile beginning to form on his lips. “Oh, sweet Y/N - that dress will not be making it out of this room in one piece.”
She yelped as he bent and threw her over his shoulder. “Elijah,” she laughed.
He tossed her onto their bed, crawling over her, peppering her with kisses anywhere he could. “You drive me crazy,” he said, his lips finding hers once more.
“Back at you, handsome,” she grinned and pulled on his tie.
“I love you,” he whispered, his eyes searching hers.
“I love you,” she returned.
He leaned to the side, a hand dipping into his jacket pocket. “I had plans to give this to you later this evening,” he pulled out a small rectangular black box.
She looked between the box and him.
“Open it,” he grinned.
She took it from his hands, scooting further up the bed so she sat up. She opened it, taking the simple locket in her hands. “Elijah, it’s beautiful.” She popped the locket open and tears welled in her eyes, his promise of always and forever engraved for her to keep with her always. “I love it.”
Elijah helped her with the clasp as she put it on and he kissed her shoulder. “I love you,” he said again. “Always and forever.”
She turned her face, leaning back into him. “Always and forever,” she promised.
*****
Dean dropped the glass, the memory he unwillingly intruded in on not one he particularly cared to see. “Would you knock it off?” He groaned.
Elijah winced. “Forgive me…”
“Yeah whatever,” Dean grumbled, picking up the glass and moving away from him.
The door opened and Y/N entered, her eyes not meeting Dean as she ran her hand through her hair. She glanced at Elijah, and Dean didn’t miss the concern that crossed her features.
She moved to his side, her hands hovering just over his as if she were reaching for him before realizing he wasn’t hers to reach for. “Elijah,” she sighed.
The vampire shook her concern away. “I’ll be fine. You two should rest, Mystic Falls is a long drive.”
Dean shrugged, plopping down onto the second mattress. “We leave at dawn, which gives us four hours. So I suggest sweating it out, buddy.”
“Dean,” Y/N shot him a look. “He’s not going to be able to go anywhere in four hours.” She had been through this before, it would last twelve (if they were lucky).
Dean rested with his arms behind his head, adjusting so he sunk further into the mattress as he closed his eyes. “Then you and I will go ahead, Elijah can meet us in Virginia.”
Elijah nodded reassuringly at her. “I’ll be fine, get some rest,” he said.
She scooted onto Elijah’s bed, sliding next to him so she was leaning against the headboard.
“Y/N,” he began to protest, knowing she had no intentions of sleeping. His breathing picked up, the fever taking over.
“Shh,” she whispered. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”
Dean didn’t miss her tone - she was telling him she wouldn’t leave Elijah in that condition. Anger rose in his chest, and he turned away from them, too tired to argue. He only had four hours until he had to be on the road, so he let sleep take him.
*****
An hour later, Elijah’s breathing quickened - startling Y/N as she finally began to doze off. She shifted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and turning to see Elijah struggling as though he was having a nightmare.
She glanced at Dean, whose snoring filled the silence, before turning back to Elijah. He was breaking into a sweat, and she reached over, brushing his hair back with her fingers. “Elijah?” She whispered sweetly to see if she’d get a response.
He turned his face towards her, and for a moment she thought he had heard her, but if he did he gave no other indication. His eyes were shut, and his labored breathing continued. His hands were at his side, his fists clenching the fabric of the blanket beneath him.
Y/N continued to run her hand through his hair, the soft chestnut locks passing through her fingers gently. “You’re okay, Elijah,” she whispered.
“Y/N,” he gasped, his eyes still tightly shut.
“I’m here,” she said, finding her hand and squeezing. His breathing calmed for a moment, and she wondered what he was dreaming of.
“Don’t leave,” he pleaded.
Her heart clenched and she began to cry softly. She sniffled as he turned, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m not leaving,” she promised.
You can’t stay forever, the voice in her head reminded her - but she’d stay until the fever broke. She owed him that much.
*****
An hour later Y/N woke. She glanced at the clock, unsure of how long she had slept for, when she noticed she was alone on the bed. There was no heavy breathing next to her, no limbs curled around her, the mattress beside her was cold and empty. She was alone, and other than Dean’s snoring, it was eerily quiet.
She stood slowly, shaking Dean who woke instantly. Before he could ask what was going on she pressed her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.
He nodded, sitting up and grabbing the gun from under his pillow, and she rolled her eyes, knowing it would do no good.
She moved quietly, letting her eyes adjust to the dark, a sliver of moonlight spilling in between the heavy motel curtains.
“Elijah?” She whispered carefully, listening for his movements.
Dean stood and moved closer to Y/N, when suddenly Elijah appeared from the shadows, stalking towards them. Dean raised the gun, his finger on the trigger but Elijah was quicker, backing Dean up into the wall with his hand on his neck, easily disarming him.
“Elijah,” Dean gasped, attempting to break the hold, but he gripped him harder, cutting off his air supply as he lifted him against the wall.
“You will not harm a hair on her head, Niklaus,” he growled, his eyes darkening as his fangs came out.
Y/N moved, pulling at Elijah’s arm. “Elijah! Elijah, I’m fine, I’m here...I’m right here,” she pleaded.
Elijah snarled, turning his attention to her and dropping Dean to the ground. He was angry, and she took a step back knowing it wasn’t her he was seeing. Her knees hit the bed behind her. As he lunged at her, she ducked, rolling her body to the side so Elijah hit the mattress, and she turned grabbing the syringe that had rested on the nightstand, stabbing it into his side.
He struggled, weakened by the vervain, and Y/N rolled him over so he was looking up at her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Elijah’s eyes returned to normal, the anger and hunger dissipating as rapidly as it appeared. “Y/N?” He asked, finally seeing her.
She nodded.
“Forgive me...my mind…” But before he could continue he passed out.
Dean stood and groaned, dragging Elijah’s body off the mattress and tossing him onto his shoulder with a grunt. Y/N moved to help him, pulling the chair out so Dean could set him down. She wasted no time pulling the vervain soaked ropes they had intended for Tyler around Elijah, securing him to the chair.
“That won’t hold him,” she said.
Dean nodded. “It’ll slow him down.” He glanced at the clock. “Might as well hit the road, sun will be up soon.”
She shook her head. “Dean, I can’t leave him like this.”
He said nothing, grabbing his bag and tossing what little he needed to into it.
“Dean…”
He cut her off then, his green eyes sharp and angry. “Don’t,” he snapped. “Are you coming or not?” When she didn’t answer he nodded, his jaw tight. “Right. Jody isn’t too far out, she can get you a car. I’ll meet you in Virginia.”
He headed for the door, and she grabbed his arm as he swung it open, halting his steps. “Dean, I -”
He kept his eyes forward. “It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll text you when I get there.”
She bit her lip, her grip on his arm loosening until it dropped to her side, defeated.
He hesitated for a moment in the doorway before he finally turned to look at her, but this time she didn’t see anger in his eyes - only hurt. He sighed heavily, leaning forward and kissing her temple. “Be safe,” he whispered against her before disappearing.
She listened as Baby roared to life and swept Dean away.
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