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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Widower Astarion Headcanons

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Astarion isn't an idiot; he knows you are mortal, a topic you've discussed before.

Jokingly, he suggested you find a vampire lord, but even if one were found, Astarion would never allow you to turn into a vampire.

"It hurts, it's painful. The existence of a vampire is miserable. I will never do this to you."

The price of mortality is death.

You made him promise not to step into the sunlight and to keep living, carrying memories of you into the future.

You die as you always wanted: in a glorious battle, or safe and comfy in your bed, or brought home by Astarion to a place you grew up in.

You die with no regrets, sorrows, or complaints.

Astarion is numb; all the feelings he learned how to express are gone with your last breath.

He dissociates; it's not him, not now, not real—he is somewhere else.

He hides in the shadows, safe in the darkness and lonely.

Unfortunately, Astarion has never learned how to be alone; you never left him on his own for a long time.

He realizes he can't meditate; there is a mental block preventing him from doing so in your absence.

It's even worse since he can't give himself a break.

Eventually, some friends of yours give him a Potion of Angelic Slumber. He sleeps for a few days in a row, without dreams and nightmares.

When he wakes up, the first thing he does is look for you, and then he realizes you're gone.

In this moment, Astarion breaks down, crying and cursing in Elven and Common.

His back hurts as if there are flesh wounds; the cold grip of darkness holds his undead heart. The tears burn the crimson eyes.

He mourns, grieves, wishes to be dead, but the given promise and the innate desire to survive prevent him from going into the sun.

For the first few years, he lives as a hermit in your shared house, starving himself by not hunting and spending months on your side of the bed without moving at all.

It's not life; it's an existence, miserable and hopeless when he imagines you alive.

A wake-up call is sudden but almost divine.

Deep in his thoughts, he finds himself in his own grave in Baldur's Gate, seeing you six feet above him as young as you were back during the tadpole adventure.

"I didn't get you out of this grave to let you bury yourself. Come on, you promised to me to live! Then, live! This is my last gift."

He wakes up, starving and cold, goes up and leaves for hunting. He hunts for a few days, satiating himself with animal and sentient beings' blood.

As his mind returns to him, Astarion washes and repairs his clothes, brushes his hair, makes himself look decent.

He ravages through your things, collecting them carefully in one place. You wouldn't want a shrine, so he sells the things he won't be able to use anymore.

He puts on your wedding ring (now he has two identical rings) and also a necklace you always liked.

He re-sews one of your gowns into a shirt; now, it feels like you are still with him.

Astarion leaves his first forever home and starts his own journey, taking the role of a sole adventurer - a monster hunter, a protector of the weak. He has always had this heroic side in him, just never admitted.

The most difficult thing is to stay alone; people praise him for saving someone from a monster, but they fear mingling with a vampire.

Sometimes, Astarion cries in his tent, cursing the evil gods for taking the only good thing he ever had.

He constantly talks to himself, imagining you standing beside him.

He actually enjoys these one-sided monologues because he can pretend you are still here.

Years pass, memories of the happy life fade. Astarion joins groups of adventurers here and there but always feels off.

Eventually, he finds the strength to live up to his promise, to enjoy what he has.

He explores places he has never been to, does things he has never done, and hears stories he has never heard.

He makes friends, mostly among long-living creatures. "Oh, my young vampire friend! It's been a while!" A wizard elf greets him with open arms. "I am 400 years older than you, idiot," Astarion chuckles and returns a hug.

Most importantly, he preserves the memory about you, paying bards and storytellers, talking about you at campfires, and putting you as an example of kindness and bravery.

Once, Astarion hears a song, "The One Who Saved Baldur's Gate." The motive and words are nice, but the more he listens to it, the more in shock he is.

This song known to every decent bard in Swords Coast is about you, a distant memory, a long-forgotten story.

He has fulfilled your promise, made sure you live in people's hearts. This day is bittersweet; he cries his eyes out, listening to that song over and over again.

But he feels happy, the first time in years.

With decades to pass, Astarion creates the Blood Guild - a union of vampires and dhampirs who prefer to hunt monsters rather than be ones. They also keep an eye on other vampires who are a danger to mortals, especially those who make spawns and thralls out of innocent victims.

Having immortal undead friends feels nice; having friends who understand his issues, too.

He finds himself in the position of a mentor; vampires come to him for advice and emotional support.

Then he meets a person, a runaway spawn, angry with what happened to them, determined to do whatever it takes to break their chains. Astarion agrees to help; they constantly bicker about every single thing—views on life, personal experiences, shared interests.

This new person is annoying, obnoxious, brave, and lovable. Suddenly Astarion realizes he doesn't want to stay in his tent alone; he doesn't want to speak to himself anymore.

The long-forgotten feeling of loving someone aches in his undead heart, but now it's not his turn to confess.

"You know, I've been manipulating you into helping me. I am sorry. if you want, I will go away."

"You are a good person, Astarion. No one is like you. But you deserve honesty and something real."

Astarion smiles back and hugs this person.

This relationship is different; the runaway spawn is nothing like you, different in every way possible—personality, appearance, behavior, views on life, everything.

At first, there is profound guilt, as if he betrays your memory by having another romantic relationship.

They talk, sharing the darkest and saddest parts of their immortal lives—crimes they had to commit, lives they lost.

Eventually, Astarion tells them about you—how wonderful you were, how kind, how brave, how much you meant to him. His new love smiles and takes away a strand curl from his face.

"So, this is the person I must thank for you?".

He helps his new love to break the chains by killing the vampire lord.

Returning back, Astarion starts talking about the future.

Adventures? Of course! His partner is also a spawn, they need healing and freedom the same way he needed many years ago.

And then - who knows? Life is full of cruel wonders. Especially, for immortals.

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canyourfavesurvivecastledracula · 3 months

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I humbly submit Princess Cimorene as a candidate

Princess Cimorene of Linderwall is Dangerously Genre Savvy. But is she going to approach Castle Dracula as a Fairytale protagonist or as a Horror protagonist? Is she Genre Savvy enough to force a genre shift in her favor? And what is Dracula but a nasty old Dragon - and Cimorene certainly has plenty of experience dealing with dragons...

I guess the first point is that Cimorene is going to die of Old Age. That was her deal with that Djinn she freed. It is stunningly difficult to die of Old Age in Castle Dracula.

But okay, lets be fair. Let us assume that when she says "I'd rather be eaten by a Dragon" the unprincely frog directs her not to Kazul but to Dracula (always remember to be careful what you wish for, kids). Can she survive based on her starting stats alone? That is, spunk, genre savvy, latin verbs, and cherries jubilee.

As a fairytale heroine, Cimorene is not going to refuse any gifts offered her. As a dangerously genre savvy fairytale heroine, if the sinister lord of the creepy castle tells her not to sleep outside of her room, she is not going to sleep outside of her room. She knows how this works.

I think the primary hurdle is going to be whether Dracula tolerates her initial frankness. Cimorene can quickly learn how to handle his personality, but only if she survives opening with Refuge in Audacity. Dracula doesn't appreciate being back talked, but she might take him sufficiently by surprise that he leaves her alive long enough to see where this goes. And where this goes is that she organizes his library then starts in on his treasure hoard and before he knows it she's taught herself basic Scholomancy and replaced the curtains in the ladies wing amd dusted everywhere and he honestly doesn't know how he got on without her and he patronizingly indulges her Absolutely No Biting Me rules (it's because she's useful, not because she won't take off that crucifix, he tells himself) and doesn't even realize he is no longer remotely running this show.

A sticking point is going to be the whole Evil Vampire thing. Cimorene isn't going to approve of all the assault, kidnapping, and murder - Kazul was a dragon but she wasn't outright evil. She will however be sympathetic to the "Look, everything has to eat" argument. She'll make it her mission to solve vampirism. She's really good at finding creative economic solutions to supernatural problems. I dunno, turn the Castle into a luxury resort for people with a blood drinking kink. You only need to find a couple of them to make the engine work. And if she's persuasive enough to get this far, then she's persuasive enough to talk him into it.

And they all live happily ever after.

So yes, I do believe that Princess Cimorene can survive Castle Dracula

#cimorene #princess cimorene #the enchanted forest chronicles #royalty #fairytales and folklore #servicepeople #chefs

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williamprattz · 23 days

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ೃ⁀➷ ALL TIME FAVOURITE SPUFFY FANFICS

psa — please read the tags before reading

Forward to Time Past by Unbridled_Brunette [Completed]

NC-17 • 258k words

The victim of a spell gone awry, Buffy finds herself trapped in Victorian London, where she meets a man that is surprisingly familiar to her.

[LINK]

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By Unknown Poet by Northmann13 [Completed]

PG • 6k words

Sometime in the first half of the 20th century one of Spike's/William's lost journals filled to the brim with his "bad" poetry had been found and got published under Unknown Poet. His poetry's become popular enough to be considered classic and is studied in schools and colleges. Spike's unaware of it until one day he accidentally hears the Slayer talking about/reading aloud one of his poems.

[LINK]

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The Darkling by OffYourBird [Completed]

Explicit • 360k words

When Buffy’s quest to get Spike returned to her is fulfilled in an unexpected way, she finds herself in a complicated relationship with an intrigued master vampire who isn’t the man she loves, but who might be someday… if she can convince him to step out of the dark.

[LINK]

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Big Bad Boyfriend by bewildered [Completed]

NC-17 • 145k words

When their One True Love rides off into the night for good. They get mad, and then they get even. Buffy's determined to kick off college by finding Mr. Normal, just like Angel wanted -- and then rubbing her new True Love in Angel's face. She's got the perfect normal guy all picked out, until an unexpected encounter at a party gives her a better idea. After all, who could make a worse Bad Boyfriend than Spike?

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West of the Moon, East of the Sun by KnifeEdge [Completed]

NC-17 • 361k words

I keep having the strangest dream. Every night it's the same thing: a dark room, a big bed, and a silent vampire that I can feel, but not see. I'd be wigged, except it's just a dream, right? It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever willingly sleep with a vampire again...

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The Lord and the Lady by Gillypod [Completed]

NC-17 • 185k words

Lord William must marry for money, but can he marry and keep his mistress Drusilla.

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Piece of Cake by Baphrosia [Completed]

Explicit • 99k words

Buffy is devastated when Liam marries the woman he was cheating on her with - a woman with certain talents in the bedroom. Enter William. He knows exactly what her ex craves, and he's willing to teach Buffy the skills she lacks. But will it help her to win back her ex? Does she even want Liam back? William has spent his adult life satisfying Drusilla's every whim and desire, but her latest whim involves getting married - and not to him. Alone now, he somehow finds himself Buffy's tutor. Although he enjoys their lessons, what he really wants is her. Will he be able to let her go when the time comes?

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Proud Trophies Won in Foreign Fight by Baphrosia [Completed]

NC-17 • 46k words

Instead of sending Buffy on to her well-deserved reward, Glory's portal spits Buffy out into Spike's evil past.

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A Fine Romance by rambler18 [Completed]

Explicit • 51k words

Buffy Anne Summers, circa 1875, is heartbroken when her lover leaves her for what he claims is her own good. Determined to get him back, she asks infamous womanizer William Pratt to pretend to court her in order to catch her former lover's attention

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Aphrodite's Pick by Dorians Kitten [Completed]

NC-17 • 26k words

Concerned that he has spent too long alone, William's cousin and uncle ask Aphrodite to help them locate William's soul mate. They are only following family tradition when they kidnap the girl and bring her to The Underworld to be with him. Hey, it worked out just fine with Persephone. But can a modern girl find love when she's living a life she'd always thought was a myth?

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Closer to Midnight by xaphania [Completed]

PG-13 • 37k words

On a visit to the most haunted island in Britain, Buffy Summers is surprised but happy to find herself falling in love with the enigmatic Spike Price, who eagerly returns her feelings. When a ghost-walk goes awry, they find their lives entwined with those of William and Elizabeth, two lovers who lived more than a century ago.

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#my post #fic rec #spuffy #spuffy fanfic #btvs fanfiction #spuffyarchive

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river-of-wine · 6 months

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I read your post about the Resident Evil 8 villains and I agree with you about everything, especially about Donna. Her characterization in fanon is particularly frustrating to me. Honestly, I hate to say it, but I think it's because of a particular kind of ableism. It's like people saw the dolls and read the files about her mental illness and immediately went "oh she's just a poor baby who doesn't know what she's doing!!!" And completely woobified her. Which does not at all reflect her canon characterization. Like, mentally ill people can be tragic and complicated and still do really fucked up stuff. I think another element that often gets ignored when it comes to Donna and Lady Dimitrescu in particular is their wealth and status. Dimitrescu clearly comes from a long aristocratic bloodline, as she literally lives in a castle and makes repeated references to "the bloodline of House Dimitrescu." She had a position of power and influence even before she became one of Miranda's lords. She very likely already viewed the villagers and her servants as beneath her, and from there it was a very small step to treating them as livestock. While Donna isn't aristocratic, she still lives in a mansion and clearly comes from a family of some wealth and position, especially since she had servants too. She is a twisted take on the wealthy orphan trope. We know she's alone and her whole family is dead by the time she's infected, the gardener's files say as much. But she views other people as dolls, playthings for her to use and throw away once broken. The mannequin of Mia, the dolls hanging from the trees that were actually bodies, etc. She is detached and sees herself as above others in a way that is very different from Lady Dimitrescu, but present all the same. Wealth, power, and privilege also shape those two characters and create important context for who they are and what they do. (I could go on about how Moreau and Heisenberg represent different forms of toxic male behavior, but this ask is already really long.)

I have to also agree with you about Donna. Her and Heisenberg’s characterisations frustrate me the most because from what I’ve seen, their personalities and motivations get the most warped by the fanbase. The fact that Donna in particular is made out to be an innocent little baby who just didn’t understand what she was doing despite her being a grown woman who has done this before and is intentionally showing Ethan hallucinations that target his specific fears about protecting his family. Given the fact that Donna is the only lord who is to have specified some kind of mental illness in her file in another Miranda’s lab as well as, like you mentioned, her thing being dolls and those being considered a childish interest, it does feel particularly ableist for people to reduce her to that. The dolls honestly to me feel more like that frightening spin on childhood and fatherhood than anything, especially because Ethan has a daughter. Dolls are typically associated with young girls, and the fact that the dolls and Rose herself, or at least the hallucination, is what is attacking Ethan seems very thematically relevant.

Very good point about Alcina and Donna’s wealth and status! I hadn’t actually considered that about Donna, but I think a huge thing with Alcina is exploitation. Vampirism has often been used as a metaphor for exploitation of some kind, and her obviously wealthy status even before Mother Miranda only furthers this. She also seems to be quite high up in the hierarchy within the cult itself. The lords all have power over the villagers, but Mother Miranda seems to value Heisenberg and Alcina more than Donna and Moreau. The obvious thing is the maidens. She’s using her - presumably unpaid - workforce as a source of food, and she brutally takes what she wants from them and leaves their corpses to shamble around aimlessly. I think a lot of people forget how horrifying this concept even is because of how many people ship maiden ocs with Alcina.

There is also the matter of her daughters. I left this out of the original post because it’s more up to interpretation than the rest, but Alcina has never struck me as the caring mother a lot of people make her out to be. She does not, while her daughters are alive, show any motherly affection to them, and aside from her “how dare you talk about saving your daughter, when you’ve murdered mine?” voice line that she says during her boss battle, she never seems that upset? She has those remarks about the daughters after they die, but she seems very detached and unaffected. Even after finding out Bela is dead, she makes a phone call to Mother Miranda where she is remarkably composed for somebody who just learned of her daughters murder. She does nothing to protect Cassandra and Daniela, even sending Cassandra after Ethan purposefully, and her reaction to Cassandra’s death as well as her placing the same amount of anger in attacking Ethan for killing Bela as she does in breaking into her castle and trying to steal from her. Her daughters are not really children to her, at least how I interpret things. She’s using them to do her dirty work, going after Ethan despite the danger even going outside would present. The girls are swarms of flies, but she is lacking that connection she outlined in the files about the experiment that made them. She’s again using others for her own gain.

Obviously Alcina herself is also being exploited, but I think that adds an interesting angle. While a victim of Mother Miranda, she is taking advantage of her own swarm of victims.

Excellent point about Donna - it didn’t even properly occur to me that she had staff, and VERY TRUE ABOUT HEISENBERG! Moreau I’d have to think more about, but I’ve always noticed that about Heisenberg and people always seem to ignore it. His language towards Alcina and Mother Miranda is quite intentionally misogynistic. He’s a bit too fond of the word bitch. That and the fact that he’s dressed like a cowboy, such a classically masculine trope.

#sorry this isn’t longer!! I’m very cold and I feel stiff typing #re8 #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg

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ewesie · 7 months

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The cutscene after defeating Cazador then leaving Astarion to have his moment alone in the dungeon will forever be the true headcanon for me. The argument can be made that he doesn't ascend because he can't see the ritual symbol. But before drawing that conclusion, keep in mind that he is not evil, just misguided because he truly believes that power = freedom. Just take a look at the dialogue below. note: during this cutscene, you can't make any dialogue choices. This is all on Astarion.

There is a place where Cazador could have accused him of usurping the ritual, but there is none. Astarion thinks of his freedom first above all else. He wants to be better, do better.

He's confronted by his 6 other siblings who are also finally free. Astarion, who values his own autonomy above all else, knows that they must want that as well.

Astarion feels regret for his past deeds and he frees the rest of the 6,994 spawn without a second thought.

The interaction with Ulma is great. Imagine rallying your warriors to kill this powerful vampire lord (who was decimating her people) only to find out that the one spawn you'd been hunting had killed the vampire lord and set 7,000 spawn free? Crazy.

Then he drops this on her. He could have just left the spawn after killing Cazador, but he didn't. Also love how he leverages their 'lives' for his safety. Always thinking of his own self first, eh? It should be noted that as Tav, you can leave the spawn in their cells.

Ulma is rethinking everything she knows about vampires. Her worldview is shattered.

Astarion is not evil aligned, but rather chaotic neutral because he values his freedom and autonomy above all else. He is not motivated by good or evil, but by his own morals, even if that means being a jerk at times.

I gotta say I was inspired by @xwhitenoise's post where she shares the dialogue from the romance scene after Astarion's questline ends. In conjuncture with this scene, it really creates such a powerful moment for his character. The writing in this game is phenomenal.

#He wants to be a good person! I love that for him.#Gods the writing in this game is so good. So much depth and so much to discover #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin

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silvergeek · 2 years

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Sauron - Fast Facts

Sauron was a highly gifted Maia. He was a student of Aulë and became skilled at crafting and making. He was named Mairon. Coveting the power through which he would coordinate all things according to his own will, he joined with Melkor. As one of the most powerful Maiar, Sauron was created by Ilúvatar before the Music of the Ainur.[1] At the beginning of Time, he was amongst the Ainur who entered into Eä.[2] Here he became one of the Maiar of Aulë, among whose people he was deemed mighty and surpassed only by the Smith himself,[2] and was known as Mairon.[3]

In the Second Age, under the guise of Annatar, he deceived the Elves of Eregion, who under his guidance had created the Rings of Power, whilst he secretly forged the One Ring in Mount Doom. Thus Sauron became "the Lord of the Rings". Failing to corrupt the Elves, he assaulted the Westlands, beginning a period called the Dark Years, the first time he became known as the Dark Lord. His influence corrupted the Númenóreans - leading to the destruction of Númenor - which led to Elendil founding the Realms in Exile of Arnor and Gondor.

Mairon's virtue was his love for order, planning and coordination, disliking confusion and chaos. But his obsession with order gradually overshadowed his love for the other intelligent beings of Arda, who would benefit from his planning; it became the sole object of his will, the end in itself. He started admiring Melkor's power to realize his designs quickly and masterfully.

Sauron has commanded a great army of werewolves.

Sauron can turn into a werewolf

Sauron can turn into a vampire

"Sauron took on the form of a werewolf, the greatest the world had ever seen, and went towards the bridge. So great was the terror of his approach that even Huan momentarily recoiled. Sauron leaped to attack Lúthien, but she drew her magic veil over his eyes, afflicting him with fatigue and blindness. Then Huan sprang upon Sauron and there they fought. The force of Sauron's malice alone left Lúthien weak and nearly unconscious, and the fighting was brutal and prolonged; however, he could not subdue the hound of Valinor. He was trapped within Huan's jaws and could not break free, even when he took the form of a serpent and finally his own shape. Rather than leave his physical form, he yielded to Lúthien, giving her control of the isle in return for his release. He then took the form of a vampire and fled to Taur-nu-Fuin, filling the forest with horror.[10]"

After the War of Wrath, with the downfall of Morgoth and the destruction of Thangorodrim, Sauron adopted a fair form and repented his evil deeds in fear of the wrath of the Valar. Eönwë ordered Sauron to return to Valinor in order to receive the judgement of Manwë. Sauron was not willing to suffer such humiliation, and he instead fled and hid himself in Middle-earth.[5]

Although Sauron long knew that Men were easier to sway, he sought to bring the Elves into his service, as they were far more powerful.[5] After lying hidden and increasing his power in secret, in S.A. 1200 Sauron put on a fair visage, calling himself Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, an emissary from the Valar. He was never welcome in Lindon as Elrond and Gil-galad did not trust him and refused to treat with him, although they did not perceive who he truly was.[5] Elsewhere Annatar was gladly received, especially in Eregion, where only Galadriel distrusted him. The Noldorin smiths there learned much from him in art and magic, as their thirst for knowledge was great.[13][11] Under the tutelage of Annatar and the leadership of Celebrimbor, grandson of Fëanor, the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, became more skilled than anyone save Fëanor himself.

Believing he would dominate all of Middle-earth, Sauron assumed many glorious titles: King of Kings,[18] King of Men,[17] Lord of the Earth,[5] and even Lord of the World.[18]

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glorf1ndel · 10 months

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For @thelordofgifs. Surprise! We were talking about Finrod, so this fic is dedicated to you. :D

Not Alone (~800 words, gen)

Finrod talks about snakes; Sauron, with the eyes of a snake, listens.

On Ao3 or below!

Finrod is not alone for long.

He sits in the darkness of his cell in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, trying to ignore the wounds on his body, the way his stomach rolls with hunger, and his almost unbearable thirst. Of course, ignoring these things does not work, but it is better than thinking of Beren, who is imprisoned elsewhere in these dungeons. Bëor’s descendant, Barahir’s son, whom Finrod was supposed to help – instead, they are both languishing in cells, waiting in vain for their suffering to end –

Then the door to Finrod’s cell opens, and all thoughts flee from his mind. It is Sauron; who else? Yet Finrod is not expecting him, for he has already been tortured once this day. The lord of the fortress, which Finrod helped build with his own hands long ago, looks triumphant.

“I’ve discovered your identity,” he says, voice swelling with pride. “You are Finrod Felagund, ruler of Nargothrond.”

“Congratulations.”

“That is all you have to say?”

Sauron’s eyes narrow to slits as they regard him. They look very much like a snake’s. Finrod looks up into those ophidian eyes, his mind working.

“I’ve always liked snakes,” he says, giving Sauron a light smile. “They’re my favorite animal. When I was a child, I would play with the garter snakes in my backyard. Sometimes they would bite me, and I would try not to cry. But for the most part, they would slither around my arms, then return to the grass. I think they got used to me, but I never forgot that they could bite at any time. Such are wild creatures. In the end, their natures are surprising, even incomprehensible to the Elven mind.”

“What’s your point?”

“When I grew older, I made the snake the symbol of my house. I didn’t want to forget that there are beings in the world that we will never truly understand, and yet we coexist with them in a sensitive balance.”

Sauron smirks and crosses his arms.

“I see. You’re saying that you and I will never understand each other, but we should try to get along.” He scoffs, but it sounds more like a hiss. “If you believe that, then you are a fool, and the people of Bëor call you “Nóm” for nothing.”

Arching a brow, Finrod surveys Sauron’s face carefully. On the surface, the Lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth wears the visage of an elf, but there are cracks in that appearance. The snakelike eyes, for one. The raised, slightly furred ears of a wolf. Sauron’s sharp, vampiric teeth. His red hair that glows in the darkness, as though lit by an inner fire. The soft smile does not leave Finrod’s lips as he says,

“That is not what I mean at all. Perhaps, at another time or in another place, we could have gotten along. You were once a Maia of Aulë, were you not? I am a friend to the Dwarves, who are great smiths. Together, we could have appreciated their love for the craft, even worked alongside them,” he murmurs, gaze drifting away from Sauron for just a moment.

Sauron snaps his fingers in front of Finrod’s face. The Elf looks back at him, very slowly.

“But I digress. What I am saying is this. I have met many an Ainu, enough to understand them. They may be unlike Elves, but they value similar things. Family and friendship. Love. Power. Knowledge about the mysteries of the universe. I am sure that some of these things are important to you.

“Yet something about you is different: your appearance. You can be an Elf, a vampire, a wolf, even a snake – but you do not take these forms because they are a natural part of you. You take them to deceive, to exact cruelty on others simply because you can. And that does not fit into the order of things.

“I understand you, Sauron,” Finrod says serenely, though the look in his eyes is ferocious. “You are evil. The world will not rest until it destroys you.”

Something in Sauron’s eyes shifts. Call it a trick of the dim light, but Finrod thinks he can see the dark, large-pupiled eyes of an ordinary Ainu, if only for a moment. Then the snakelike gaze is back, but the Lord of Tol-in-Gaurhoth is turning on his heel to leave Finrod’s cell.

“Then let the world try,” he snarls, and slams the door behind him.

Finrod sighs in relief. He thought he would die, this time. Thank Eru that Sauron has left, for arguing with him is exhausting. At last, Finrod is alone. Or so he thinks, for in the corner of his vision, he sees something slither out of the corner of his cell. Not alone, he thinks, and smiles.

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#silm #silmarillion #finrod #finrod felagund #sauron #mairon #tolkien #tolkien fic #thelordofgifs

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 6 months

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 159- Hemorrhage

Summary: The Elvenking envisions the future of Mirkwood. Bullseye on the bad blood. Garrett and Josephine have an electrifying moment. Lola swoons. Legolas gets the 411 on all he missed. The Prince bares his soul and also makes an undisclosed protective decision. Stephane gets the wrong idea and lashes out. Bash receives a sinister sign.

Notes: The gifs of Thranduil are intended to be depictions of what he has become and has nothing to do with Prince Nuada from Hellboy

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, sexual depictions

Chapter characters: Thranduil, Garrett, Kate, Legolas, Josie, Lola, Leeanduil, Bash, Narcisse

Chapter word count: 6,571

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As preparations were underway in Thranduil's halls for the celebratory feast of his return, per his own proposal, the Elvenking that he now truly was in every sense of the word, sat in his chambers with a carafe of Dorwinion's wicked wine at his side, anticipating Legolas's return with you and his newborn daughter he had never even laid eyes upon yet.

Dusk was settling in and the last rays of sunlight shone through the stone wall window that he sat faced away from, for the newly conceived dark elf lord no longer enjoyed the light. It now pained his sensitive eyes and irritated his maturing scarred skin, making him feel ill and weak just as anything evil would do when he was once an elf of light, so he would now remain inside each dreadful day until the moon would reign the night.

Thranduil had many futuristic plans for his Kingdom. First and foremost was to have his daughter in his arms and you gone, but to accomplish that, you had to be tricked into bringing Leeanduil to back to Mirkwood, which is what he sent his son to Dorwinion to do. Little did the King know though, was that Legolas was on to his father's sinister scheme and the Prince would now struggle with carrying out such a devious deed, let alone even informing you that your King was alive because of his malevolent condition he was unsuccessfully harboring from his son.

Second on his agenda was to fill his halls and lands with the dark essence of the 200 mile wide and 400 mile long Mirkwood forest surrounding his borders, much like Jareth's kingdom and any of his company, including his two captains of the guard, Tauriel and Feren, that were insubordinate under his rule would suffer infinite dungeon captivity. And lastly, with what was to come on the 21st of December, no one would enter his kingdom and no one would leave it.

A chilling breeze, carrying the warning of winter's impending arrival, rolled down the stone stairwell that led to Thranduil's beloved gardens and flowed through the elf lord's platinum strands that had now lost it's lustrous shine. He raised his attentive nose, closing his sullen citrine eyes and flaring his nostrils as he breathed in the scent of death.

The Elvenking sprung to his feet and quickly ascended the stairs leading to the outside and viewed the sooty colored clouds funneling about with slitted eyes that displayed strobes of reflective lightning within them.

A morose scowl consumed his thinning lips as Thranduil glowered at the darkness he should have been enthralled over.

"So it has begun." he snarled as he recalled his previous throne meeting, informing all that Jareth would unleash a weapon so great, it would destroy all before it.

As carmine red as his base blood now ran, almost matching the wicked wine in his carafe. Thranduil wanted no partaking in Jareth's army of darkness, the evil dead the goblin King conjured from the depths of hell which were now scattered all about middle earth, for he knew who some of those entities would be.

He returned to his chambers and gulped down a goblet full of the sweet vintage as he recalled using the vampire Lestat's harbinger to locate the warlock Julian. Randomly in that thought, he realized that since the medieval device had activated at that time, it was only more validation that Julian was indeed your biological father, for the compass like relic was designed to detect a witch's presence by placing their blood upon it, or the closest relation to that blood, which in that case was your blood he used that night, and if the locator began to rapidly spin, it meant they were near.

As his mind then traveled back to the present situation, Thranduil had such an object in his possession. One similar to the vampire's but more of an antique yore to the King of Mirkwood, for it had belonged to his mother, Carandolel.

He pulled the treasure, crafted from copper metal, out of a wooden cabinet that was filled with the late fiery haired elleth's things and sat down with it to prepare for his experiment.

Thranduil remembered everything now. Everything that happened from the day he entered Chateau de Lioncourt to the day he "died" there and awoke in captivity in the goblin King's realm. He also remembered everything that the warlocks Jareth and Harker had done to him. The consistent daily torture of electrical shock from Jareth's citrine ring, the same citrine ring he now bore on his own finger. The sinister spells of mind conditioning, powered by the crystal pendant Harker wore that he used upon him to make him despise all things good, even you. And even with knowing that, the Elvenking still felt what he felt and it changed nothing for him. He also remembered that all of their exhausted efforts of affliction did not take the fully anticipated effect and Jareth had become fed up, forcing Harker to repeat the process of purgatory for a second time.

Thranduil's will had been too strong to be controlled by anyone, let alone the King of the goblin realm, so it had then failed once more. That was when Jareth had an epiphany of an additional way to control the King of the woodland realm. He began spiking Thranduil's wine with his own baleful blood. Small amounts at a time so he wouldn't catch taste of it and as much of the Dorwinion vintage that Thranduil always consumed, Jareth was confident that it would work quickly and to his full expectations, but his predictions soon proved only successful to a certain point, for he still lacked any control over the Elvenking.

Thranduil had come to this speculation earlier in the day due to the derivation of his physical change from wearing Jareth's citrine, for he could smell it, the sour citrus aroma of the tainted cold liquid he believed to be flowing through his veins, escaping the cracks in his chalky white skin. The smell that he could now recall matching the flavor of Jareth's hospitable wine. Anyone could wear the ring of fire and do good with it, but when combined with pure darkness and bad blood, they would become like Jareth did upon his own rebirth....just as Thranduil now was. The unwanted blood could now be useful to the Elvenking, for he could validate it's presence and possibly learn of Jareth's whereabouts and be forewarned of his arrival, or so he believed.

Jareth would soon come for revenge and to reclaim the golden gem. He needed it for two reasons. It gave him his full power and it kept him alive. If the stone came together with the other five runes, the green emerald, the blue moonstone, the purple amethyst, the clear crystal and the pink morganite, then paired with Ashmole, the only book that contained the spell of reversal to Jareth's resurrection, the goblin King's reign of terror would finally cease. He would die and so would his vast army of demons.

Thranduil had to be certain of his presumption, so he unfolded the ancient artifact which resembled that of a blooming flower with it's eight copper petals revolving around the center stem. He then poked the tip of his finger with one of his twin swords and placed a few droplets of his blood inside the hole of a metal disc no bigger than his fingernail and placed it on a single metal hanger that extended from the center pole.

Thranduil calmly watched, for he was still patient and could wait.

His eyes widened as the petals began to slowly rotate. Within seconds, the speed rapidly increased, spinning round and round and round, creating a small breeze that caressed his face, until it came to hard stop with the prong pointing back at him. Thranduil's breaths became heavy in that moment, for it meant one of two things, or even both.

It verified that Thranduil indeed possessed the goblin King's warlock blood, but was it also detecting Jareth himself? or solely Thranduil?

In a bout of rage, the Elvenking arose and hurled the honest harbinger across the room as he roared his own truth.

"I am not you, wretched warlock!! I am the Elvenking!!"

Garrett awoke with a gasp, all alone in the dark, damp and dusty basement of Peter's cabin, chained to the bed by iron shackles that were taught around his burning wrists, the same chains and bed that he once held Haldir captive on.

"Fucking karma. Bites me in the ass every time." he groaned in pain as he pointlessly struggled to free himself, for the iron had severely weakened him by depleting his strength and powers....and even the protection mark Amara had seared into his chest.

Garrett quickly gave up, slumping over and panting heavily from his futile frenzy.

"What the hell Amara. Your protection mark took a shit." he grumbled with his face planted against the lumpy mildew coated mattress, then a soft sarcastic chuckle rolled out of him.

"Fire, dead man's blood, starvation, three deadly things to a vampire that seemingly cannot touch me, but iron...fucking IRON will be how it all ends. Peachy. Not to mention, I shouldn't have felt the electr...."

Garrett sprung to a sitting stance, his wide eyes red with defense and darting all around the room as he remembered exactly how he had ended up in his profound peril.

"Kate???!! Where are you, you demonic bitch?!"

In the blink of an eye, the platinum haired vampiress was at the foot of Garrett's bed, leering down at him with her charged up tangerine hues and a sly smile.

"My King, such a sight for sore eyes. It is good to be back."

"Jareth went and done it I see. Opened the gates of hell, for it is the only explanation as to how your previously beheaded and burnt body stands before me looking like a brand new car, but certainly not smelling like one. You need a car wash babe. Oh, and I'm not your King. Better check your fuses. They seem to be blown."

"Oh Garrett, always the comedic fool in times of trouble, or any time for that matter. Not sure what I ever saw in you. I suppose it was your King stature, but...that no longer belongs to you since the real King has returned. Oh I can't wait to see the look on slutty Selene's face when Kraven pops in on her and her mutt Michael that he greatly despises. I can only imagine it to be of something like this."

"GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Garrett cried out in pain from another dose of electric shock as Kate clutched his hand like a vice grip, reveling in her former mate's shaking and panting agony.

"Nope, no faulty fuses here. Now, as fun as this is, I have more places to go, people to see after I check in with King Kraven. There's quite a list of those who have wronged me, including your precious Josephine. All in due time. Won't she be in for one hell of a...shock."

The blood rage gene in Garrett's veins instantly began to boil, causing the vampire's vision to be colored of murderous red as flimsy flames involuntarily ignited over his palms which sent Kate into a laughing fit.

"Ooooh would you look at that. You popped a woody without any wood. Is that all you've got big boy?? I've seen much bigger fires, such as on the Elvenking that you made me ravish. Probably why Josephine chose him over you." Kate mocked and then gave a single puff of air to each of his hands, dousing the flames.

Garrett lunged at her, growling with fangs dripping of venom, only to be yanked back by his short leash.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking rip you apart, limb by limb, saving your hideous head for last so you can watch!"

"My my, seems I struck a nerve named Josephine. She don't even want you. Get a clue, Scooby Doo. And...you can't kill what's already dead, not this kind of dead anyways. An added perk to the one and only spell of life in that book. No wonder all desire it. I must be going now. Stay here and rot from starvation. You wanted to die and now you shall."

"You stay away from her!!!! I swear I'll....."

Kate locked her hands on Garrett's, packing another punch of juice through his incapacitated body, getting off on the aggressive affliction as every inch of his flesh vigorously shook.

"Or you'll what??" she snarled against his tightly pursed lips, prolonging the current as she laid over his leg, grinding her hips into the vibration until she burst into climax. "Oh...OH!! Fuckkk...yessss!!! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhh mmmmm!!"

Kate then released the extremely debilitated Garrett whom very quickly passed out as he mumbled your name.

"Night night, don't let the coffin bugs bite." she whispered into his ear and then vanished.

You swayed up to grinning Legolas, hands on your hips, raised brow and a sly smirk, then looked him up and down with a smile.

"Howdy stranger." you jested, then threw your arms around his neck, deeply inhaling his dearly missed minty leaf scent from his silky golden strands.

As you and the Prince of Mirkwood reunited in the emotional embrace, excruciating pain shot through your arms, causing you to break free and desperately clutch your upper arms.

"Ahhh, owww! shit!!!" you gasped and panted as you jumped up and down to try and alleviate the sharp sting by shaking it off, which it then quickly began to dissipate. "What the fuck was that??"

"Josie!? What has happened? Are you alright??" Legolas frantically asked as he balanced you by your shoulders.

"I...I believe so..but..I...I don't know what....it felt like I was being freaking electrocuted!"

The blonde elf tilted his head and stared off into the distance with a gaze of concern.

"I think we should go inside." he advised.

He placed his arm around you as if it were a shielding wing, then guided you into the castle where he stopped in the foyer to assess his surroundings.

"Leggy? What's wrong? Are you having another one of your precognition moments?"

"I am not certain. Something just feels....different. Also...I am not sure I am welcome here."

"Of course you are. If you are speaking of Narcisse, well, I don't even know where the hell he is and right now, he's damn lucky I don't. Come with me to see your sister. I'll fill you in on everything that's happened since you've been away."

Well, everything except for your intimacy with Stephane, for Legolas would flip his lid, not to mention, it would hurt him just as it had Haldir. And then there was Matthew De Clermont. Haldir's reaction alone was enough for you to know what Legolas' would be over the vampire's imprint, per se, on Leean. On eggshells, you would continue to walk.

Legolas greeted a very stunned, nervous and rosy cheeked Lola with a smiling head bow, in which her flushed face reminded you of her secret crush on him that she finally admitted to you after you had drug it out of her in a past inebriated conversation.

"Prince L..Leg..Legolas. I..I...you're back!" Lola beamed with her big bright blue eyes gazing at him as she smiled ear to ear.

"Yes. I....am. It is... nice... to see you once again lady Lola." Legolas politely stammered, feeling awkward over Lola's excitement of his arrival. His befuddled eyes relaxed as they traveled to yours and then he made his way to Leean.

"I umm...I hope to see you later. I will leave you both now." the giddy brunette chirped, then politely smiled through trembling lips and quickly exited to give you and the platinum haired Prince some time alone with Leean, for she noticed how Legolas still looked at you.

Leean was wide awake and squealed in delight with hearing her brother's voice. Legolas promptly rushed over to his baby sister's side and began rocking her cradle as he gave her a heart melting smile and spoke in a way that she clearly understood.

"Cin knew im would rinn- an cin sui eithel magical bright er. Cín thilivern galad shines -o a tinu in i dú aiwenor a will tul- guidance a estel in i fuin. Cín blood flows -o a highest rod. I greatest -o beasts will peng na cin, dilthen Princess -o Mirkwood." (You knew I would return for you as well magical bright one. Your white light shines of a star in the night sky and will bring guidance and hope in the darkness. Your blood flows of a highest power. The greatest of beasts will bow to you, little Princess of Mirkwood.)

Shining light or bright one was an origin of the name Leean, a reason you chose it and created it out of Thranduil's name. Her blood was of a highest power as Legolas said, with it stemming from yours and Thranduil's and with Legolas's precognitive senses, you had to wonder if the great beasts he was referring to were any in particular.

Leean cooed with excitement as both sets of moonstone eyes gazed and smiled into the other's. The sight of the love struck pair made your heart flutter like a butterfly. They had obviously missed each other more than words could express and you and Legolas had felt the same way for each other as well. It was a perfect family reunion. Well, almost.

As Legolas picked a begging Leean up and held her, he offered her some of Mirkwood's magical water while you informed him of everything from Harker to Catherine to Haldir, among other happenings...and he was far from happy, to say the least, after hearing of his guardian's forced departure. Although the two often butted heads, Haldir and Legolas would give their own life for the other.

"I will ask of Aragorn and Gimli to search for Haldir, Bard as well, but my place is here with you and my sister. It is not that I am concerned that he cannot handle a wretched warlock on his own after his dealings with the ferocious vampire Kraven, it is because...there is something in the air. Something far more wicked and worse than Harker himself. Something Haldir may not be able to overcome without aid and now he has given the emerald to you, but even that can only do so much. I hope this will make you feel more at ease."

"It does. Thank you Legolas. Bard thinks he may have gone to the city, which is not the wolf's typical hunting ground from what Stephane has told me of Harker's past."

"I still find it harrowing of what he did to Lola and her mother as a child. She really has no recollection of the event?"

"No. None that I nor Stephane are aware of. Legolas, you should know. When or...if...I return to Mirkwood, I have asked Lola to join me to care for Leean as needed. Leeann adores her as Lola does she. And well...I think Lola has taken quite a liking to you as well. The two of you seemed to have a great time together at Thanksgiving."

The perspicacious Prince slitted his eyes at you, greatly resembling his father in that moment.

"I will urge you to go no further with the idea for I have no interest in such a way for the child nor will I ever." Legolas adamantly stressed.

"She is no child? She is actually one year older than I."

"It is of no matter to me, nor should it be any matter of yours, or anyone else's of whom I choose to court. The fountain of fate could show it to me and I still will choose my own path." Legolas protested, knowing very well of how wrong he would be when his father learned that his only son was to marry the Seelie Queen. He hadn't even thought of Amara's contract of coercion until this moment and it made his skin crawl.

"Now..." he continued. "You say...if?? You..plan to remain here...permanently??"

Not wanting Legolas angry with you again, you dropped the Lola subject and moved on.

"I do not know what to do Legolas. Things have been terribly awry here since you left. There was a moment when I almost came back because I...I have missed you so and I know Leean has too, but Harker showed up and I couldn't risk it with her. You were right though. I think I knew deep down you would come back, but a part of me believed you wouldn't because of...well...what happened in the Seelie Queen's court with...."

You ceased your words when Legolas broke eye contact with you to lower his distressed moonstones to his feet.

"The vampire you love..." he whispered.

"Leggy, I'm sorry...I...I will speak of something else."

Legolas stood up and gently laid Leean in her cradle, giving her a delicate kiss upon her tiny fingers, then slowly made his way to the terrace, in which you quickly followed and leaned along side of him on the stone rail.

After an intense quiet moment of you both peering out at the descending ball of fire in the sky, simultaneously, you slowly turned to lock moonstones to moonstones with one another....and then Legolas once again confided in you of his feelings, but in more depth.

"It is I...I whom should ask for forgiveness, for breaking my promise, leaving you as I did, with no word, no goodbye. I have been trying to overcome the unbearable feelings of my heart as I know you will not, cannot, return the same love I experience for you. It is very real. I have fought for so long to retrieve the aching heart you unknowingly stole from me. I believed that if you were out of sight, you would soon be out of mind but as you had my heart, you had also become a thief of my thoughts. Many times, I...I would hear your voice in my head, calling my name as if you were there at my side, as plainly as I can...could... hear my father's. Desperately, my burning eyes would search but you were not there, for it was only my imagination. If only I were not the son of Thranduil, you could see me in the way I see you, the way I will always see you."

The pain in your heart was indescribable, matching the agony of his icy blue orbs as they fixated inside yours that were now filled with tears. He was so very vulnerable and lost.

"What can I do? I cannot bear to see you in such pain that I am the cause of. Legolas, I never meant for any of this to happen. None of this...NONE of this would be happening if..."

You sighed and turned away, aching for Thranduil and still struggling to speak of his death.

"If my father had not died." Legolas said, finishing your sentence with shame.

His guilt of knowing the truth was eating him alive. From the moment Thranduil had ordered him to bring you and Leean to him, claiming he had returned to his true self, the one that loved you more than his own life, Legolas knew it was a lie and now he was more conflicted than ever over doing so and telling you he was alive like Thranduil had given him permission to do. It was merely a ploy to get you to return freely and Legolas was not alright with deceiving you, especially if his other speculation were true. That his father was planning to take Leeanduil from you. Seeing the pain you were in now, Legolas could not bear it either and he knew it would be nothing compared to the suffering you would endure from the new and less improved Elvenking himself. In that moment, he had decided you should not know, not until his father could somehow be healed. If it meant facing his father's wrath for defying him and possibly losing you over concealing the truth, they were risks Legolas would take to ensure both your safety and well being as well as Leean's.

"I deeply apologize Josie. This is the last thing I should have been speaking of, for my feelings are irrelevant and I too, have caused you pain in doing so. It was selfish of me. There are far more pressing matters at hand regarding why I have come."

You wiped your tears, sniffling as you turned back around. "You..you mean that man I healed...Boromir? After I healed him, I had a moment to speak to him before I came to find you. He claims he has important information for me but I felt he should rest first and I told him we could speak over dinner this evening. Legolas, do you know what this is about?"

"I do, yes. I do believe though, Boromir should be the one to tell you."

"Ok...but...Aragorn said he is from Gondor. What could be so important for him to travel all this way? and...how..how did you come across him?"

Legolas knew he couldn't tell you about all the happenings regarding goblin town, so he chose to paraphrase it with a partial truth.

"As you know, Boromir was searching for you, so he was on his way to Mirkwood where he believed you to be and when we learned his reasoning, we accompanied him here."

"I see. God Leggy, so much is happening, I cannot focus anymore on which way to go. With that said, I really should try to find Narcisse. As mad as I am at him, he's in a bad way and we all know nothing good ever comes out of a pissed off warlock, especially him."

"What has him on a war path this time? Enough so to banish Haldir?"

"It's just everything. A lot of his men have been killed by Harker as you know and his brother was badly hurt too, then there's Catherine that he's dealing with."

"That does not have anything to do with Haldir. I should suspect it is out of his jealous tendencies regarding you?"

"It...it doesn't even matter, the reason that is. Would you like to stay with Leean for awhile so I can take care of some things? I would like to check on Bash too. Maybe that's where Stephane went."

Legolas knew you weren't telling him everything, but...the same could be said for him, so he let it go.

"You know you do not need to ask my la...Josie. I will be here when you return."

"Pinky promise?" you giggled with a grin.

"This again." Legolas chuckled. "As you wish."

You both raised your hands and hooked your pinky fingers together, then Legolas did something different this time. He brought his thumb forward, gesturing for you to do the same, so you then pushed your thumb into his.

"There. The deal is sealed."

You laughed and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon. Oh, and Leggy, would you mind changing Leean? She smells stinky. Thanks Legolas!!"

Legolas's eyes bulged and he gulped as you exited.

"Wait...what??"

You chuckled as you rounded the corner and headed to the dining hall where you would ask Lola to go assist the pressed Prince with the tousled task that he had most likely never encountered in his entire three thousand years, for you knew he was probably still standing there in shock, staring down at Leean with gagging eyes.

Your thoughts then once again helped themselves to that of the vampire, King Garrett Lee. You felt like you were lost in space, not knowing what to do in regards to locating him, not knowing if he was alright and it pissed you off even more because he should have never left in the first place. You fell down a fucking hole in the dark forest trying to find him and when you found him, he was going to know just how damn mad you were. But for now, you had to handle things where you were and hope that Amara would possibly come to you. She had to have been aware of your presence. You couldn't just take off again on your own after what happened the first time...at least you shouldn't....so it didn't mean you wouldn't at some point.

After meeting with Lola, she confirmed your theory of Narcisse's whereabouts. He was with his brother Bash, so off you went to hopefully clear the air with the wayward warlock.

Upon knocking on Sebastian's door, there was no answer and all was quiet. In concern, you slowly opened the door to find no sight of Stephane and Bash asleep on the bed.

"B..Bash?" you quietly said which startled the recovering warlock in to a panting awakening.

"I..I'm sorry. It's alright Bash. It's just me. I was looking for Narcisse and was told he was here. I also wanted to see how you were feeling."

Bash slowly worked himself up into a sitting position, cringing in the process as he held his bandaged stomach.

"You're still sore? I'm sorry, I tried my best. You were severely wounded."

"No...no Josie...I mean, yes, it somewhat still stings but it's manageable. Thank you...for all that you did. I surely would be six feet under if it were not for you."

You smiled, unable to not stare at his blazing blue eyes that reminded you so much of Narcisse's. Stephane and Sebastian shared so many similar physical features, their build, the dark hair, their smile and the obvious eyes, but they were far from twins, for Stephane already had one of those, Darken Rahl he went by, whom was deceased and Bash was the little brother of the trio.

"You are very welcome. You should be good as new come morning. Pain around the wound seems to be a temporary side effect. When your brother was similarly injured in the city from that fight, he too suffered some mild discomfort for at least a day after I healed him, although the weapon used upon him was not soaked in wolfsbane like it was for you. I...I should have used the pendant for you since it does the trick, lickity split but my irrational instincts told me to do it myself in the heat of the moment. Thinking straight under extreme pressure is not one of my greater strengths...and this whole healing thing is still quite new to me and don't get me started about my flying mishap."

Bash chuckled as he recalled involuntary and inebriated flying frenzy that Narcisse had to save you from.

"Yes, I heard you became ill yourself from touching me. I am sorry you suffered and am very glad to see you have recovered. What matters is you saved me and for that, I will forever be in your debt my lady.

"Just don't get hurt again and I'll be satisfied. So, do you know where Narcisse is?"

"He went to prepare me something to eat." Bash informed as he made his way to stand and find a shirt to cover his bareness.

"Is that not why he has servants?"

"It is but my brother does have a good heart, believe it or not."

"I..I know he does and it's obvious he cares deeply for you if he is making it himself." you giggled. "Here, why don't you let me help too." you offered, noticing Bash was a bit winded from standing as he leaned on the bed post.

You picked up a shirt that was laying on a chair and brought it to him, then held out the sleeve to help him slide it on. His eyes followed you as his brows furrowed.

"What are you doing?"

"I am helping you to dress. You can hardly stand as it is and honestly, you should not be up just yet."

"Well, if this isn't a typical sight." Stephane seethed as he sat the food tray down and walked right up to you with a piercing stare.

"You cannot make up your mind can you? Who will it be next? My son too?"

"Oh Stephane, stop it. Your paranoia is showing." you retorted with a scowl.

"Paranoia is what you call it after sharing the pleasures of your flesh with me in my bed and then I come to find you the next day in a lip lock with the elven Marchwarden? The same sprite you begged me to be kind to in which I complied because I would have done anything for you. And now here you are with my own bare chested brother, dressing him as if he were not capable of completing such a task himself."

Bash slowly sat down with a slight clearing of his throat and continued to awkwardly button his shirt while seemingly now being invisible to you and his brother.

"You really are too much, you know that? YOU held your compliance for what, not even a week and now you have forced Haldir to leave, knowing Harker is out there using your lands to hunt upon!"

"Please! You speak as if he is not a big boy elf of masterful skills, agility and stealth."

"He may be immortal but he is not invincible! While you, well you don't even want to know what I think you are right now!"

"Oh do tell Josephine, what you think of the man you made passionate love to only 24 hours ago and then continue to tell me why I am not justified in my response to your frolicking with an elf under MY roof."

"Well I certainly wouldn't call you a man!" you irrationally snapped, just as you had explained to Bash only moments ago about your tendencies to not react well under pressure. Your words stung Stephane and you instantly regretted them, for you knew he was right. He was validated for his anger and his pain. You should have been explaining what happened and apologizing, but instead, you played the victim. As justified as Narcisse was, he was not justified in sending Haldir away.

"Well..." he lamented. "I should have seen it all along. You told me once that I scared you, that you don't trust me. Do you remember that? I certainly do. It has long since been etched in my mind. And I told you that I would never hurt you, that I would protect you. Do you remember what you said to me after that? You asked me who was going to protect you from me. It would seem you see me as nothing but a monster. Does that quite sum it up?"

"No...no of course not. I'm sorry ok? I say stupid things, AS do you when I'm angry. Those things, yes I remember saying them...but I didn't know you yet just as you blatantly told me I didn't. I don't feel that way now and...I didn't mean to say you were less than a man. And that kiss you saw with Haldir...it meant nothing."

"Maybe stupid, naive, and gullible would have been a better choice of words for what you think of me then? I mean, were you not also just go out risking your life in the dangers of the dark forest all alone with not one thought of anyone else, just to find that filthy bloodsucker you love when you have a target on your back?? And who was there to protect you, to save you from yourself?? That would be me. And yet, you STILL wanted Haldir to care for you when I returned with you in my arms so do not stand here and insult my intelligence by telling me that kiss meant nothing when I know of your history with Haldir... or that Garrett is not the one who truly holds your heart over all of us. You could have used the extra protection and safety my love would have offered but it was never good enough. It never will be."

"So you go ahead. You run back to the one who always breaks his promises and leaves you, the one you cried your eyes out over when you thought he was dead, the one Haldir and I both caught you kissing, the dangerous vampire who tried to kill your beloved Thranduil and who ripped out my guard's throat before your very foolish eyes. My eyes have been foolish too, but no more."

Narcisse turned to leave, until your words ceased his steps.

"Your guards were going to rape me and kill me and your son!" you protested as tears now ran down your face. "You speak of others as dangerous as if you are not a dangerous man yourself."

He then spun around and spoke most vehemently.

"Ahhh, a hypocrite I suppose I am as well. You have many truths to face and here's a harsh one for you little girl. The world's a dangerous place! And one day you will wish you had me to protect you from it."

Off Narcisse stormed, slamming the door behind him as you slid down into a chair and cried into your hands.

"I...I am sorry Josie. I did not mean to cause you any trouble with my brother." Bash bemoaned.

"No.." you sniffled and angrily wiped your tears. "It is not your fault. Narcisse...he..he just misunderstood...again..and he's too damn stubborn to see it."

"Forgive me for asking, and please, tell me to piss off if I am overstepping...but...what is it that you feel for my brother? I...I know him quite well and in all of my years, I have never seen him like this...in love that is. Do you...feel the same way for him or is it the vampire you love as he insinuated?"

You have not even admitted to yourself what you felt for Garrett so you certainly were not going to tell Stephane's own brother of your feelings.

"I...I umm...well....piss off." you snapped in frustration and then stormed out too.

Bash sighed sat down to eat when he heard a commotion of crows outside of his balcony door. It was nothing to be of concern over, for crows were a normal visitor there, but something felt off to the intuitive warlock.

He slipped on a jacket, for the December breeze was quite crisp, and when he got to the doors, he could see something ominous through the window panes. Dozens of dead blackbirds laid scattered about the stone terrace floor. As he then walked outside, he could feel it. The evil....for he had once been up, close and personal with it only days ago.

"He is near."

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Servant of Evil

* Song Drabble * Dio Brando x Reader * Angst * You would do anything to serve your lord. So when you lost him all those years ago and suddenly he returned to you. You refused to leave him again, even if it mean't risking your life for him, much to his dismay. * Based of the Vocaloid song: Servant of Evil

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Oh my king you have me as your fateful servant alone

We were once torn apart when our fates should have shone

Oh my king you shield me from dangers deadly call

I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my own…

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“(y/n), darling…do you trust me?”

You have been a servant of Dio from the start, you remember meeting him alongside Jonathan all those years ago and you felt enthralled by him.

You wanted to be by his side for the rest of your life.

Most of your friends called you weird and desperate for going for someone like him. They just didn’t understand him like you did.

So when he turned himself into a vampire, you of course followed him. You were in love with him, and he knew that. You didn’t mind if he used your love for him to get what he wanted, as long as he was happy.

He turned you into a vampire too, so that he could have you by his side forever. So when he refused to let you help in the fight against Jonathan and sent you away, you were crushed. It made it worse when you heard about his “death”

“Of course I trust you my lord..”

You were devastated without him. You went on, never aging by yourself, going about your days feeling completely lost.

So when the familiar male shows up at your doorstep, that same smirk on his face from all those years ago. You quickly jumped into his arms and allowed him to take you back to where ever he was.

“Such a good pet…waiting for me all these years..” He would say, placing a kiss to your cheek as he holds you close to his chest.

You stay quiet and just bask in his presence.

Dio would fill you in on his plans to destroy the Joestar bloodline. He would show you the stand arrow he acquired and smirks at you, asking you the same question he asked you all those years ago.

“Do you trust me. My love?”

You nodded your head, heart swelling with pride as he called you his love. It made you feel like you were truly his one and only. You didn’t even question when the shooting pain went through your abdomen as he pushed the stand arrow into you.

Or the burning pain on your forehead as he placed his hand there, talking you through it, telling you that you were doing so well. Dio would place a kiss on your lips as he caresses your face, staring deep into your eyes.

“We have to get rid of the Joestars, My darling pet. If you want us to live together without anyone disturbing us. If you don’t want to lose me again. We have to rid them of our world.”

You knew what to do, so when Dio sends you off to Japan. You have a set goal in mind, to make him happy. You wanted to be with him for the rest of your life. You wanted to be his and his alone, and if that meant getting rid of anyone in the way. You would do it.

Yet, why when you confronted the Stardust Crusaders, they told you otherwise.

Jotaro, the main one you were sent to get rid of just simply stares at you. Mainly at your forehead. He fought against you, grabbing you and removing whatever was there, the burning sensation on your forehead gone and you stared in confusion.

“Tch. He’s just using you. He had a fleshbud attached to you.”

You looked at him in confusion. “W-wait what? But lord Dio only give those to people he doesn’t trust! He w-wouldn’t give that to me..I’ve been there since the beginning..” You looked at the males around you. Jotaro, Kakyoin, Avdol, Polnareff, and Joseph. Joseph looked at you with a sympathetic look.

“Is he all you know?”

“Y-yes! I’ve been with him since we were younger!”

“Did you follow his orders then?.”

“..y-yes..he’s my lord..my l-love. I’ll always follow him…”

You suddenly felt as if your world was crashing down. Talking to Kakyoin and Polanreff, who also were ‘servants’ of Dio.

“If he sent someone like you out so early. He didn’t trust you, he got rid of you because he saw you as a throw away. Someone in the way of his true plan.”

The males looks at you and could see as the light that you had behind your eyes dimmed. You were seeing the truth, that your friends were right. He was only out there for himself, he was only doing this for himself, and he would manipulate anyone to get what he wants.

And that person was you.

That’s probably why he was surprised when you answered your door. It wasn’t because he was happy to see you.

It was because he knew he could manipulate you once again.

“So will you join us to stop him? To prevent him from using people like you again.”

“Of course I will. Anything to stop, my lord”

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Dio was wondering what was taking his darling so long. He knew whatever stand you developed was more than enough to defeat the crusaders. He was confident in you, you were here his entire life. You never questioned what he told you to do, and simply listened to his every beck and call.

He adored you for this.

He could not wait, because once he destroyed those pesky Joestars, he could live with you peacefully. Turn you into his pretty wife, the perfect woman right beside the perfect man.

“Lord Dio! The crusaders are here!”

He sighed.

“And I care why?”

“Cause they are entering the place! And they have (Y/n) with them!”

That caught his attention. They had you? He had long sent some lower servants to collect you. He growled in annoyance. “Stop them and Get my darling.”

The servant nodded and quickly left his chambers. Dio slams the book down he was reading before running a hand through his hair. How could this be? You were his one and only, his most trusted servant, the one who’s been with him since day one.

So why were you helping them?

Dio didn’t have time to think about it. He would defeat them and then the two of you could be happy once more together. He knew this wasn’t you and that you were simply brainwashed into going against him. He would stop them and he would find a way to get you back to your previous mindset.

He heard his door slowly crack open, and footsteps walking towards him. He groaned in annoyance before freezing time. He was far too frustrated to deal with anyone now, and his servants knew not to bother him when he was upset.

He walks over to see it was one of the lower level bastards he sent earlier. He quickly dispatches them, a hole through the stomach and slammed against the wall.

Dio returns to his spot, his annoyance through the roof until he heard something that would change his life forever.

“L-lord dio...”

Whipping his head around, he saw that it was not the servant he saw it was.

But it was you.

A hole through the stomach, blood staining your beautiful clothes and skin as it started t pour from your mouth.

Dio rushed over to you, the first time you’ve seen this expression on his face. It was one of worry and…fear. Dio quickly picked you up to cradle you in his arms. He watches as you struggle to keep your eyes on him, a weak smile on his face.

“M-my stand..is powerful right…you didn’t even know it was me..”

He watches as a violent cough ripped through you, blood started to stain Dio’s own clothes.

“(Y/n). Who made you do this!? WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?” He voice boomed in the room, but you simply gave him a smile.

“I-i wanted…I wanted to..” You locked eyes with him.

“I wanted to mean something..more than a pawn..more than a pet…i-i’m so sorry my lord..i’ve disappointed you.” You took a weak hand to his face, staining his cheek with your blood, giving one final weak grin before Dio watched the light drain from your eyes.

Dio watched your body go limp before holding you closely in his arms. He quietly walked over to the large bed that the two of you once shared together, sitting down.

Dio didn’t cry. The last time he did was when he would visit his mothers grave, and that was when he was still human. But as the light shined on his face, tears could be seen streaming down his face. The one peace of his humanity. The last piece of his past, gone.

He clenched his fist, before fire lit behind those red eyes of his.

Those damned Joestars were going to pay.

And he was going to bring you back.

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Oh my king you had me as your faithful servant alone, We were once torn apart, where our fates should have shone, Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again.. Let us be together once more..

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#jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #dio x reader #dio brando #dio #dio brando x reader #dio imagines #dio Brando scenarios

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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RFA + Saeran On Halloween

Tags: Headcanons, Halloween, Halloween Costumes

Warnings: None

Characters: Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, Seven, Saeran, Jaehee

What the RFA + Saeran would wear on Halloween.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [02/12/22] ❞

Zen

Remember when Zen had a phase where he kept calling himself a Greek god?

He even edited his face over the statue of one.

Not to mention, he poses as Aphrodite on the April Fool's cover (mans better watch out for her 😭).

So, it comes to no one's surprise that Zen would dress up as an ancient God.

Of course he loves to show himself off, so he'll wear a sort of silky, white cloth draped around his body, paired with gold sandals.

He'll tie back his hair with a golden hairpiece.

Leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. His abs are on full display and he takes a bunch of photos lol

For some reason I can see Zen using body glitter?? If he was rocking up to a Halloween party, then all those lights are gonna be competing with Zen since he's the most shimmery one there.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Yoosung

Chat Noir.

I'M SORRY HE LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE ADRIEN AGRESTE

I took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack 🤯

TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHES BAAAAACK 😍🤞

No but fr Yoosung would dress up in a cat costume for Halloween

Maybe not necessarily Chat Noir, but he would have the fake ears and all

His outfit would consist of one that is dark (Yoosung emo era)

Omg but can you imagine if he put on makeup for his costume

Yoosung with smudged eyeliner?? SIGN ME UP

I think it'd be so funny if Yoosung and Saeran were friends and (timelines aside), he'd point to him and be like "hey I look like you lol"

Ugh imagine bromance between them two. Like Yoosung can't do his own eyeliner for the life of him so Saeran does it for him instead 😭

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Jumin

See, I don't think Jumin would dress up for/celebrate Halloween at all, but for the sake of these headcanons he will because I said so

He's dressed as a vampire.

But, not just any vampire!

He's a vampire dressed as a brooding dark lord in the Victorian era, living alone with his cat in some high, high castle. (I'm a sucker for some Victorian vampires)

In this high castle of his (*cough* penthouse), he swishes his red wine domineeringly

I think Zen would tease him for his costume because if you thought Yoosung looked emo, Jumin takes the cake. And he's wearing eyeliner!

Does an evil spin on his wheely chair while petting Elizabeth whenever anyone disturbs him

He looks ✨expensive✨

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Seven

There were many ideas I had for Seven's costume.

An astronaut, honey butter chip packet, nun.

I think he'd make a cool zombie though

No I didn't decide this because of the zombie song (maybe)

He 100% goes trick or treating, except he just goes around scaring little kids,

While also stealing their candy in the process.

Like, he just sneaks up behind them right after they've left a house, and roars a Frankenstein-esque roar.

Forget the clowns of 2016, Seven is the one getting written about in news stations

Immediately gets a stomach ache after he eats the hundreds of candy he collected (stole, rather)

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Saeran

Okay, listen.

I know this might be a little bit biased,

BUT WHO CAN SAY NO TO A PHANTOM OF THE OPERA SAERAN?

Like oh my god he is literally so gorgeous in this costume

His hair is gelled up and styled to one side, and he's wearing a sleek black suit

He's also wearing the iconic white mask

His pants have chains on them because just yes

Saeran wearing suits isn't an uncommon theme, and while Suit Saeran isn't exactly one of the best versions of himself, I think it'd still be cool if he incorporated chains in his POTO costume.

Okay maybe I'm really biased

Side headcanon, Saeran is an avid musical fan.

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Jaehee

Like Jumin, I can't see Jaehee dressing up for Halloween

Poor girl is always working she doesn't really get time to celebrate fun holidays like these

On the off-chance she can, she would be a witch

Basic dark colours with some purple accents to her outfit

You know the type of gloves and stockings that Misa Amane wears?

Yeah. Imagine Jaehee wearing lacey and gothic-style clothes incorporated into a witch costume.

I'm really just making everyone dress alternative in some form lmao

If homegirl had a broomstick she'd probably imagine smacking it over Jumin's head. Repeatedly

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hi!!! i play a drow/dhampir warlock, how do you think astarion would react if durgetav was a dhampir?

This is a very interesting take! Besides, I and @marcynomercy are obsessed with Dhampirs. Since I have a separate request for Drows, I will make this one solely about a Dhampir Tav

Who has serious body image and acceptanace issues because like many dhampirs Tav can't stand neither vampires nor vampiric ancestry.

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Headcanons

Astarion x Dhampir!Tav

You are an outcast.

You spent your childhood as a normal child, but at the of 16 you felt a terrible bloodlust.

The fangs grew, replacing canines.

Your mother taught you all your life that vampires are monsters and disgusting creatures.

But apparently, she slept with one of them.

Since you are a god forsaken dhampir.

You are scared. You beg for mercy.

But your mortal family throws you out, threatening to murder you if you ever dare come back.

You run away. Alone and scared.

Maybe, vampires can answer your questions? Maybe, your father - whoever he is - can help you?

Alas, no family reunion for an outcast like you.

The vampire who fathered you is a disgusting evil creature who knows nothing but violence.

He doesn't recognize you as your child. Moreover, he doesn't even understand what you are.

You lock him in silver chains and drag him to meet the sun one last time.

You are a dhampir. The only thing any vampire must be afraid of.

Immune to vampirism. Fast and dangerous. A stepchild of the night.

You are embarrassed of your ancestry. You cover your mouth and explain your pale skin by a rare skin condition. But people still fear you, even more than vampires.

You wish you were never born like that.

Eventually, you become a renowned vampire hunter.

One day, you get a request to murder a certain Vampire Lord in Baldur's Gate along with all his spawns and thralls.

You are ready to do such a job pro-bono.

But... The gods have other plans for you.

The moment you meet Astarion, you know who he is. No vampire can hide their rotten nature from a dhampir.

But there is something about him, something about what and how he tells his story, that makes your feel pity.

He doesn't look like those morons who wanted to be vampires. He doesn't look like he enjoyed what he was doing on his master's orders.

He is a victim.

The night he wants to bite you, he realizes your blood tastes weird - it's not like he can't drink it, but more like... he'd better not.

"I am half a vampire, Astarion. Don't push your luck."

You agree that you won't have any problems with him drinking blood if he doesn't hurt the companions and useful people.

You know your own bloodthirst. Astarion has its much worse

You gradually fall in love. Maybe it's your own desire to embrace your dark nature.

Upon arrival at Baldur's Gate, you make a decision - you will destroy Cazador and all his spawns, leaving only Astarion alive.

But - you won't let him ascend.

Otherwise, you will be his mortal enemy. And if ascends, you will kill him instantly.

You kill Cazador - but something changes inside you. You see other spawns, miserable and sorrowful. You've never thought you could feel compassion toward them.

Astarion is different, after all. No vampire is like him. But others... You suddenly see so much in common with them.

Your dark family, your blood, your kind.

Astarion also makes a choice. Ascension means losing you. He will be able to subdue everyone to his will, but not a dhampir.

But you warn the spawns - you will not hesitate to kill them if they lose control.

Post-game, you together do what you do best.

Monster hunting.

You are immune to necrotic damage, he is a literal vampire. You are unstoppable together.

You help him with nightmares and body autonomy issues.

He trusts you. Even though he must be afraid of you.

Sometimes, you love-bite him with your fangs, and, gods, he likes it.

His skin regenerates, and you pierce it once again.

You also learn to love your own body. Your pale skin, your fangs, your dark hair.

It's difficult to hate yourself when Astarion adores you.

You are both fast and deadly.

And you are going to be together for many centuries - dhampirs live as long as elves.

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@tugoslovenka @marcynomercy @wintersire @vixstarria @not-so-lost-after-all @ashiro20 @theearthsfinalconfession @herstxrgirl @starlight-ipomoea @micropoe10 @astarion-imagine-archive @veillsar @elora-the-slutty-songstress @fayeriess @lumienyx @astarion-beloved @tallymonster @caitlincat-95 @tragedybunny @valeprati

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k--havok · 1 year

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Happy STS! Share your favorite piece of meta-lore for your WIPs/books/stories! (by meta-lore I mean, inspirations, how you arrived at your vision, what drove you to form it into what it is today, etc, things like that!)

Oh I love this ask thank you so much!!!

I'm gonna blab a bit about Waking into Divinity as I've been having brain worms about it for a couple of days now.

So the story stemmed from a weird dream I had a long time ago, just like a lot of my WIPs. From there, it spawned from several different sources. Such as and they were roommates as that is a legendary video. There is only one bed is another because we are TRASH in this household. And you cannot forget the ever-present soulmates trope, which I have a love-hate relationship with.

I love the idea of soulmates but dislike a lot of the execution of said trope (looking at you, SJM!) I've read a lot of different posts made by detractors of said trope to see if I was the only one who had some qualms. Some of said posts were really stupid, but some had a lot of good points which I wanted to include and cover in my version of the trope.

And this is also why its not called soulmates in the story. it is called tal'rith, which is a different word in a different language and it basically translates to an "eternal bond." Tal'rith can be between siblings, between friends, a parent and a child, and even someone and their pet. I have a lot more complex ideas and details regarding tal'rith and I'll eventually make an entire post covering everything.

I know right now the craze is about fae and werewolves and before that it was vampires, but I've always enjoyed writing about demons. Probably due to my fanfic roots, but they're so malleable. White guy with horns and a tail? Your body-horror nightmare? Animal features? You can basically do anything you want. there is so much stuff to pull from, from different religions to media and more. Usually, demons are depicted as evil in most forms of media. I wanted to do a different spin on it.

Demons in the world of Waking into Divinity are not evil, but have a culture completely different to humans and a lifestyle that could be seen as blasphemous in one or more religions. They are atheists at heart; they do not really believe in a God or gods. Demons worship their Demon Lords, which could be seen as a "false idol" for sure. Or even monarchy-like. But in all actuality, I based the relationship on that of bees in a hive. If a bee does not like its home, it can leave at any time and find a new home. And other demon lords are fine welcoming outsiders as long as they swear a new allegiance. A demon lord who abuses his demons is quick to find themself alone with no one. And although demon lords are powerful, a lone demon lord is a weak demon lord, especially politically.

One major idea I yanked from an existing story is that the act of war or violence against others is outlawed in Gehenna. And it is an idea I got from reading the first Drizzt book. In the first book of the Drizzt series, in the first few chapters in fact, it talks about how in drow society, being caught sabotaging other families means a death sentence. However, not being caught, even if everyone knows you did it, is fine.

In the world of Gehenna, no one can outwardly attack another demon lord. It is outlawed. This ruling is incredibly flawed. One, as it came into being, all demon lords who did not agree to submit to Court would be put to death unless they decided to agree. This is... a bit counterproductive and hypocritical to say the least. Two, this law basically does nothing for all the other ways demon lords attack one another.

Cutting off food supplies, chemical warfare, such as poisoning water sources, stealing supplies/cattle, and secret assassinations? These issues are massive. and unfortunately, there can be no retaliation due to the laws in place. Self-defense of intruders in a certain territory is permitted if you can prove to Court that they were there for nefarious purposes. And even then, how could you prove that a demon's demon lord sent them to do these things and that a demon wasn't acting on their own free will? Quite a difficult thing to prove. And Court moves slowly as there are many demon lords and all get a say until a large enough majority has come to an agreement (still debating on how much of a majority is needed, I've been looking into some history to determine this)

Court being a bit inept I pulled from other media sources as well as history as, I mean... government being inept is practically everywhere nowadays. So take your pick.

I have babbled a LOT and I apologize I just have SO much to say as I've been digging deeper into the wider story and themes. A lot of the current political climate is also influencing this work, especially with the US supreme court, so there was quite a lot to talk about.

For now, TL;DR:

This story focuses on different forms of relationships we have during our lifetimes and how any of them can be described as "soulmates."

I also wish to deconstruct the soulmates trope while keeping the main characters in a romantic/sexual soulmate bond.

Demons here are not evil, but have a culture and attitudes that are antithesis to some cultures present in human society, most notably evangelical Christianity

Government oversight, hypocrisy, and anti-self defense attitudes are included in some of the themes of this story. These themes are pulled from media, history, and the current political climate happening in the US.

#writeblr #fantasy #demons #am writing #writers on tumblr #waking into divinity #shutuplanx #WID

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BLOOD LIKE POISON (I)- LEGACIES

Summary: Faith Mikaelson has always felt different from her sister. She felt as if there was ominous inside of her that she was sure Hope didn't feel. After losing their parents the two siblings became a lot closer. Whether it was the fact that they didn't want to risk losing each other as well or because they realized that they only had each other left, they did everything they could to protect each other. But things get a lot more difficult when a creature named Malivore starts sending monsters to the Salvator boarding school which forces the students to fight the monsters in order to protect themselves. During this inevitable battle, Faith finds someone who she ends up making an unexpected connection with and she finds out that she may not be as alone as she originally thinks.

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'WHEN WE'RE YOUNG, WE'RE TAUGHT the distinction between a hero and a villain, good and evil, a savior and a lost cause.

But what if the only real difference is just who's telling the story?

My name is Faith Mikaelson.

I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything in between.

The school behind these gates protects the secrets of people like me. And tonight, under the light of the full moon, we will be opening our doors to someone new.'

"RAFAEL SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT RIGHT," Landon tells his friend with a chuckle.

"It is what it is, Landon," Rafael said.

"You're not Catholic. You shouldn't have to confess your sins." Landon argued.

"I tossed a lawnmower through the patio doors, bruh. If apologizing to God gets Hector and Maria off of my back, so be it."

They walked up to the church and went in.

"Buenas tardes, Father Pietro," Rafael says as they meet the priest.

"Buenas tardes, Rafael. Por favor, pray with me."The priest returns. Rafael gets in a kneeling position.

"Landon, you can leave now. It's okay, we can take it from here." Hector says.

"I'm good, Hector," Landon argues.

"Landon, this is between your foster brother and God, okay?" Maria tells Landon walking closer to him.

"Hey, I got it, bro. Just wait outside." Rafael reassures. Landon sighs but obeys. He walks out of the building and puts in his earbuds to listen to music while sitting on the steps. Hector and Maria make sure he's out there before putting a chain on the door and locking it.

"Spiritus Sanctus. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst..." The priest then started chanting words in Latin.

"What's going on here? What?" Rafael became wary with what the priest was chanting "What are you doing?!" Rafael exclaimed when Hector and Maria grabbed him holding him still. With the priest still chanting Rafael's bones started breaking. He screamed and grunted in pain. He then collapsed to the ground and when he looked up his eyes were glowing and his fangs came out.

Landon looked up when he heard tires screeching in front of him.

He then looks up to see Hope and Faith getting out of the car along with Alaric.

"Landon?" Hope and Faith inquired as they walked up to him.

"Hope? Faith?" He asked shock written on his face.

"You three know each other?" Alaric asked once he walked up to join them.

"Long story," Hope replied bluntly.

"Yeah," Faith agreed.

They all looked to the church as they heard yelling and glass breaking inside.

"Dr. Saltzman," Hope said.

"Yeah, I'm on it," Alaric replied going to open the door only to find it locked. He looked back at Hope and Faith. "Doors are locked."

"Dissera portus!" Hope and Faith chanted spreading their arms in an open motion. The doors flew open making the chains break off.

"You're gonna want to stay out here, Landon, trust me," Hope told the boy who looked shocked while entering the church.

When they walked in they saw the priest holding a cross in front of Rafael while chanting.

"Shut down the exorcist, would you?" Alaric asked.

"Silencio," Faith said making the priest stop chanting. "Ad somnum." The priest dropped his cross and fell to the ground along with Hector and Maria. Alaric, Hope, and Faith crouched down by Rafael while Alaric pulled some chains out of the bag he brought.

"Help me..." Rafael grunted out. He started to grow claws. "What's happening?" He asked terrified.

"My God," Landon muttered when he entered the church.

"Help me..." Rafael repeated while transforming more and more with every minute.

Hope, Faith, and Alaric rushed over to chain him to the ground.

"Easy does it. Easy, now." Alaric said while he finished placing the chain on him; whilst Hope and Faith already finished. He then stepped back and Rafael was fully transformed growling and snarling at them.

Landon had a shocked look on his face.

IT WAS DAYTIME NOW AND FAITH, Hope, Alaric, Landon, and Rafael were all driving back to the boarding school in Mystic Falls. Hope was seated in the passenger seat, and Faith was in the back in between Landon and Rafael.

"How do you guys know each other?" Alaric asked breaking the silence.

"He used to serve us milkshakes at the Mystic Grill," Hope replied glancing at Landon.

"Peanut Butter Blast. Whipped cream on the bottom," He said looking at Hope then glanced at Faith. "Mint chocolate chip. With extra whipped cream." Hope looked back at him and smiled along with Faith.

"We danced once." He said referring to himself and Hope.

"We tried," Hope corrected with a laugh, and Faith chuckled lightly at the memory. "And then you moved away."

"Then you both made a door blow off its hinges with your brain. Do you feel like explaining that?"

"Not really." Faith muttered under her breath, but since Landon was right next to her he heard anyway.

"Oh, we'll explain everything. We're almost there." Alaric replied.

"Where are we going?" Landon asked.

"Somewhere safe," Alaric said as they reached the boarding school.

"WELCOME TO THE SALVATORE SCHOOL," Lizzie greeted standing beside Josie at the school's entrance. "We're your tour guides."

"I'm Josie,"

"I'm Lizzie, sisters,"

"Twins,"

"Fraternal. Obvs."

"Rafael why don't you go ahead with the girls while I talk to Landon," Alaric suggested.

The Saltzman twins went to link arms with Rafael. "Morning, Hope." They said sarcastically in unison. "Morning, Faith." They sang in a genuine tone. Faith gave a smile and waved to them.

"Morning, girls," Hope said with the same enthusiasm she got while giving Faith a questioning look to which she just shrugged.

"More like despair," Lizzie muttered.

"I heard that," Hope called.

"No, you didn't," Lizzie said walking away.

"Didn't have to," Hope said. Faith just shook her head at their behavior.

"Everyone, behave," Alaric ordered.

"Love you, Dad." Lizzie and Josie called before leaving.

"So, let's get started," Alaric said motioning towards the doors of the building.

As they entered, Alaric asked a question to Landon. "I'm curious Landon— slow down," He told some kids who were running by, "—were you aware of us when you lived in Mystic Falls?"

"Uh, I knew Hope and Faith went to some fancy boarding school." He replied. "People in town said it was for troubled rich kids. I see the rich part is true." He explained staring at a little girl floating books. "Nobody in town mentioned anyone here could do that."

They entered Alaric's office. "No one in Mystic Falls knows much about us. We blend in just enough. Participate and contribute just enough. Keeps people from asking too many questions." Alaric explained.

"What is there to know exactly?" Landon inquired.

Alaric looked to Hope and Faith. "Well, I used to have a speech prepared, carefully unpeeling the layers of mystical history, but it turns out most people have read Harry Potter and are actually cool with me skipping the tee-up."

"You're a school for magic?" Landon asked incredulously.

"We are a school for the supernatural, which covers a lot of territory. Everyone here has something that makes them special in ways that the outside world... wouldn't understand."

"So, what are you guys?" Landon asked looking the girls over curiously.

"This could take a while to explain," Faith muttered.

"We should get to class," Hope announced gazing at her sister who just evenly met her gaze.

"No. No. Sorry. I don't mean to be a dick, but I don't know you," He said looking at Alaric. "And though the image of you whamming a priest is still fresh, I need you guys here." He said looking at both the girls, but mostly wishing Hope would stay. "Just tell me what all that was in the church last night."

"What do you think it was?" Hope asked.

"Well, as best as I can reason, either I've lost my mind or werewolves are real."

Hope, Faith, and Alaric glanced at one another.

"Th—this is beyond insane. How is that even possible?"

"It's a long story, involving an ancient vengeful witch and a bloodline curse. We cover all that in Origins of the Species, grade six." Alaric told him.

"In sixth grade at my school, we learned the state capitals," Landon stated making Faith and Hope laugh.

"We teach that, too," Hope said.

"I have some questions about Rafael," Alaric stated.

"Like what?"

"Well, let's start with who he killed recently."

"Why would you ask me that?"

"The werewolf gene lies dormant until the carrier takes a human life," Alaric explained. "If Rafael triggered his curse, it's... because he killed someone. And we don't accept cold-blooded killers into our program."

"He's not a killer," Landon said getting defensive.

"We're not trying—" Hope started.

"He's not... a killer," Landon repeated.

"Well, I know a little bit about his background." Alaric started. "Neglectful birth parents. Orphaned in adolescence. Six foster homes in seven years. Prone to fits of anger." He listed and Faith felt some pity for the boy.

"Yeah, you could just as easily be reading my file— that's what it's like out there for people like him and me." Landon exasperated.

"Landon, l know this is a lot to take in right now, but we're only trying to help," Hope said. "Faith and I have been going here since we were seven. This is a safe place for people like Rafael. It's a home."

"Yeah, Landon just let us help him out." Faith tried to reason with him. "He'll do well here. He'll be okay."

"But... if we take him in, we need to make sure that he is not a threat," Alaric said.

"His girlfriend..." Landon sighed. "Cassie. Last month... he was driving, there was a storm, he took a turn too fast. And then he started acting out. At first, I thought it was just grief. And then maybe... maybe drugs or something. And then he threw a 200-pound lawnmower 50 feet across the yard. That was when our foster parents called in the priest. I guess they thought he was possessed by the devil."

"All of that is... consistent with a newly triggered wolf. It's normal. Thank you for that, Landon." Alaric explained. "Oh." He looked to Hope and Faith.

"Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." Hope said walking up to Landon and reassuring him.

"We're ready," Faith called out. The door opened and in came M.G.

"Landon Kirby, Milton Greasley," Alaric introduced as M.G. walked over.

"Come on, Dr. Saltzman," M.G. said indicating that Alaric uses his preferred title— M.G.

"Right. M.G. I'm sorry. Take it from a guy named Alaric. I get it. Landon, M.G. is my student aide." Alaric explained.

"He's also a vampire," Faith added.

"Of course he is," Landon mused. "You know, for a school with a secret to keep, you're kind of liberal with your information."

"Well, we don't actually intend for you to remember any of it," Alaric confessed making Landon confused.

M.G. put his hand on Landon's shoulder, looked deeply into his eyes, and started to compel him. "Forget everything you've seen or learned since last night. All you need to know is that your friend has found a home where he can live a better life. You'll miss him. But you know it's for the best."

Landon roughly removed M.G.'s hand from his shoulder and said, "Are you three out of your minds? How could I forget any of this?"

"What the hell?" Faith exclaimed confused as to how the compulsion didn't work.

"M.G. did you do it wrong?" Hope quickly asked.

"No, I didn't do it wrong," M.G. argued. "It's the easiest vampire trick in the book."

"Well, it didn't work." Hope snapped back.

"Obviously it didn't work." Landon tries to leave the office but M.G. vamp-sped in front of him and grabbed his neck applying pressure until he passed out. They hurried over to them.

"Careful. Get him to the cellar. This is not good this is bad." Alaric said as he opened the door for M.G. to drag Landon out. Hope stared at them with worry in her eyes and Faith just placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. Hope sent her a small thankful look.

FAITH LEFT HOPE TO TALK TO LANDON alone and meet up with Lizzie and Josie.

Faith saw them heading to the field with Rafael and went up to them.

"Alyssa Chang made a broom fly in physics last year, but Rick Rogers fell 30 feet during practice, so real-life Quidditch remains an elusive pipe dream," Faith heard Lizzie say. "It's called Wickery. My parents invented it when we were ten."

"Hey. Josie. Lizzie." Faith called when she reached them.

"Hey, Faith." They said in unison.

"And..." She said pointing to Rafael. "Rafael, right?"

"Yeah," He replied with a small polite smile still looking overwhelmed by everything, and Faith couldn't blame him. "Nice to meet you, Faith."

"Same to you," Faith said returning the smile.

"Come on, Faith, sit with me and M.G.," Josie said linking her arm with Faith's.

"Ok," Faith told her starting to walk off with her. "See ya, Liz. You as well, Rafael."

"Bye, Faith," Lizzie said while Rafael gave a small wave.

Faith and Josie walked over to where M.G. was seated and unlinked their arms when they sat down on opposite sides of him.

"Yo," M.G. called to them. "Giving up dibs on the new guy so quickly?" He directed to Josie.

Josie smiled while looking at Rafael as she replied, "It's not a competition."

"Yeah, Jo, because if it was, no offense, you would lose to Lizzie," Faith told her to which Josie gave her a look. "Come on. I'm sorry, but you know it's true."

"Plus..." She started again lightly glaring at Faith and ignoring her previous comment. "I'm still nursing a wounded soul."

"Hmm. Penelope Park." M.G. said.

"We don't mention her name anymore, remember?" Josie reminded making M.G. chuckle and apologize.

"Then how about we just call her bitch? That works too, right?" Faith asked with a small grin on her face, trying to lighten the mood. Which worked when she heard Josie and M.G. chuckle.

After a moment of silence, M.G. asked Josie something, "Do you think he'll go for her?"

"Probably. They usually do." Josie said while glancing at Lizzie and Rafael again.

"Don't worry about it too much Jo, we can be single, depressed souls together." Faith sighed out dramatically looking over to Josie. "No one goes for me either."

"Oh please, Faith. Remember Dylan or Rowan," M.G. started listing off the guys who tried to ask out Faith but got rejected.

"Ok, M.G., I meant people who are actually good for me," Faith argued grimacing at the thought of them all. "Point is, Josie, you're an incredible person and soon enough you're gonna find someone for you, alright?"

"Okay, thanks." She said with a small smile. Faith looked back over to where Lizzie was and saw Rafael getting up, the former looking sad. Faith knew that wouldn't end well.

"Oh. I forgot I was supposed to be training with Dr. Saltzman right now— bye guys." Faith said to them quickly getting up.

"Bye Faith."

"I'll talk to you later."

RIGHT NOW FAITH WAS WATCHING AS Hope and Alaric sparred waiting for it to be her turn.

"You didn't have to lock him in a cellar," Hope said angrily stopping for a moment.

"Where else was I gonna put him?" Alaric asked trying to send a right hook to Hope who just dodged. Alaric tried to punch her again but she backed up. "Block with your hand."

"I got it," Hope called back annoyed. Faith just rolled her eyes at her sister's stubbornness.

"If you had it I wouldn't have to say it." Alaric said walking past her and throwing another right hook to which Hope just grabbed his arm and pushed him forward. He quickly regained his composure and Hope threw a left hook which he went back to dodge she then swung her right arm grabbed it and held it behind her back.

"Dimiterre," Hope muttered causing Alaric to flip over her head. Hope then did a backflip and pinned him down.

"Cheater!" Faith exclaimed at the same time as Alaric. Hope only looked over to Faith smirking then looked down to Alaric.

"You should really let a vampire start doing our training. You're getting a little old for me to break your human bones." Hope taunted.

"Speak for yourself I like Saltzman training," Faith said with a small smile.

"Thank you, Faith," Alaric replied giving a grateful smile in Faith's direction. Hope only rolled her eyes as Faith stuck her tongue out at her. Hope then helped Alaric up as he asked, "You and Landon, you a thing or something?"

"I don't have things," Hope replied while they continued to spare.

"Yes, I'm well aware of your quest to avoid all emotional intimacy. There was obviously something."

"I liked him. He's normal."

"Well, let's keep him that way. We survive here because we follow the rules. We can't get sloppy about it." Alaric explained walking over to his water bottle and handing Hope hers.

"You're the one that's always telling us that we need to get out more," Hope said with a chuckle.

And Alaric was right about that. Hope is hardly social, and doesn't really talk to anybody but her sister. Faith has a few friends but she mostly likes the stay by her sister's side, because she feels that if Hope is suffering she should stick around to help her get through it. For another valid reason as well, but what Faith doesn't put into thought to recognize is that she's also suffering inside but trying to push down the emotions and put on a brave face, if that's for herself or her sister she doesn't know.

"I tell you both that you need to stop locking yourselves in your dorm room binge-watching Cutthroat Kitchen and the Harry Potter series." He says taking a glance at Faith. "I don't tell you to go out and fraternize with the human locals." He directed to Hope.

"You know you can just be my headmaster. All this other stuff isn't in the job description." Hope said.

"Hope..." Faith muttered quietly.

"Attempt to make an actual friend here, and we could reevaluate this relationship," Alaric told Hope.

"Dad?" We turned our heads to see Josie standing there. "Cleanup on aisle 'L'."

Alaric sighed. "Want some help?" Faith offered.

"No, I think I got it." He told her walking away.

FAITH AND HOPE WALKED BACK TO their dormitories and laid down getting ready for bed since it was late. Hope kept shifting in her bed gaining her sister's attention.

"That's getting annoying now." Faith muttered turning in bed to look at her sister getting fed up with all the movement.

"Sorry. It's just... should I go see him?" Hope asked her sister who just chuckled and replied,

"Go see him, Hope." Faith told her sister who muttered a quick 'yeah, ok' before getting up to leave.

"Hey, since I'm leaving, you wanna go with me," Hope asked because she knows how hard it is for herself and her sister to fall asleep.

"No thanks. I'll just stay here." Faith replied turning back around to get comfy, not wanting to be a third wheel in her sister's relationship.

"Okay."

HOPE WAS IN THE LIBRARY WITH Landon showing him some books. She had left to grab a book and come back. "The blood that runs through Faith and I's veins isn't human. Our dad was one of the earth's Original Vampires." Hope sat the book down on the table in front of Landon.

"Was?" Landon repeated.

"Was," Hope confirmed. "Turns out even immortal beings can find a way to die eventually."

" 'Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil'." Landon read.

"He wasn't very popular around here."

"One of my foster dads used to burn us with his cigarettes. I guess evil is relative." Landon confessed and Hope looked at him sadly.

Hope tried to change the subject, "Our mother was a werewolf alpha."

"There's that 'was' again," Landon observed.

"The people that I care about have a tendency to die on me," Hope told him solemnly.

"What about Faith? You still have her." Landon asked.

"Yeah. I do. And she's amazing, and I love her. But we're around each other most of the time, and what would happen if she decided to leave me like everyone else? Surely, she'll find someone else to stand by and give up on me... or she could leave the same way our parents did." Hope cleared her throat and sighed trying to momentarily get rid of the sadness. "I try not to get close to people anymore, my twin sister is an exception."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Um, our grandmother was a witch. So, all those things passed down, making us—"

"Unicorns?" Landon joked.

"A hybrid of three different creatures, tri-brid. I can control when I turn, which is what I was doing tonight." Hope explained. "We're the only ones of our kind."

"Yeah. See? Unicorns." Landon repeated making Hope laugh.

"Can I show you something?" Hope asked. "Earlier, you mentioned the jock that had messed with you the day that we danced," Hope mentioned walking close to Landon putting her hands by his neck, and showing him a memory.

Connor dumps his drink on the table in front of Landon and throws the lid at him. He then laughs and sarcastically says, "I'm so sorry." He and his friends then get in the car and drive off

"That's the guy," Landon said. "You can just dial up one of my memories like that?"

"It's not you're memory. It's mine." Hope told him.

Connor was with some of his friends while he was washing his car. Hope and Faith then raised their hands and started chanting. The car freezes over and all the windows break. Everybody starts gasping. "My car! Oh my god!" Connor starts freaking out. Hope and Faith start smirking and then fist bump.

"You both did that for me?" Landon asked.

"He had it coming," Hope replied softly as they stared at each other intently. Hope then broke the silence and cleared her throat, "Plus, Faith said she also did it for herself because Connor winked at her."

"Oh, yeah. Understandable."

"Um, we shouldn't be in here after curfew," Hope said removing her hands from Landon's neck. "We should get you back before anyone knows that you're gone."

THE NEXT DAY FAITH AND HOPE watched as Landon said his goodbye to Rafael before leaving the school. He hugged Rafael goodbye before walking off. Faith turned to her sister, "You gonna miss him?" She asked with a grin already knowing the answer.

"Yeah. And he um... he kissed me." Hope muttered with a big grin on her face.

"Wha— and you're just now telling me this!" Faith exclaimed.

"Faith you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you, because then you'd keep me up all night and ask me about it." Hope explained certainly.

"Pffftt... I wouldn't do that." Faith denied swatting her hand at her sister's accusation. Hope gave her sister a look to which she caved, "Alright! Well, was he at least a good kisser?!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS HIM?" Hope asked Alaric. Hope, Faith, and Alaric went to talk somewhere private because apparently, Landon stole an ancient knife.

"Ancient artifact goes missing along with too-good-to-be-true hapless human? You do the math, Hope." Alaric argues.

"That would make him a liar, okay? I've known my fair share of those, and there was nothing about him... "

"Yeah. Landon's a good guy." Faith said agreeing with Hope.

"Hope, Faith... " Alaric muttered.

"No, you don't understand. There's no way that the one time that I choose to get close to someone, they turn out to be a liar. It's not possible, okay? I'm not that stupid." Hope said.

"When he walked out that door, we compelled him to go home," Alaric told them.

"So?" Faith inquired.

"So he didn't. It's the first place we checked. And if he didn't go home, that means his memory wasn't erased. He was just pretending that it was. If his mind can't be controlled by a supernatural being, then that only means one thing." Alaric explained. "That he is a supernatural being."

ALARIC DECIDE TO HAVE AN ASSEMBLY and let the students there in on what's happening with Landon. "For ten years we've gone undetected. Protecting you, and protecting our secret has been our singular mission. Tonight I need your help to find Landon Kirby... before he exposes us all." Students then start whispering amongst themselves.

Faith and Josie were walking to Josie's dormitory to study and hang out. They then heard M.G. call them, "Jo! Faith!"

"We're not talking to you," Faith said not bothering to turn around to look at him or stop walking. Josie told Faith about what M.G. did with Penelope and she was shocked and even slightly angry with him. Josie just nodded in agreement.

"Hold on. I'm sorry." He said causing Josie and Faith to stop walking and turn around to look at him. "Alright? I'm an ass. You-know-who, she puts those sex herbs in her weed, and I had a... a momentary lapse of judgment."

"Why does everyone find her so special?" Josie asked.

"She's not special," M.G. said. "She's just... available,"

"Come here," M.G. said going in to hug Josie. He muttered into the hug, "Don't hate me, okay?" He then turned to Faith opening his arms again, "Can I give you one?" He asked.

"Fine," Faith said as she went to hug him.

Faith pulled away from the hug. "Bye, M.G."

M.G. bid both of the girls goodbye then took his leave. Faith turned to Josie who was staring at her ex. She was going to tell her to stop staring but then saw as she muttered something under her breath. Suddenly Penelope's jacket caught on fire. She tried to put it out to no avail so her friends helped her.

"Josiette Saltzman." Faith scolded in disbelief.

"What?"

"I should have been the one to do that," Faith said as she slightly pouted. They started to walk away again neither aware of the other tri-brid watching them.

"I NEED YOUR HELP," Hope said as she walked into the doorway of Josie's dorm. Faith looked up from her book hearing her sister's voice.

"Three more words to me than your annual average," Josie stated not looking up from the book she was getting. "Find someone else. We're studying." She said sitting on her bed next to Faith book in hand. Hope then fully entered the room and closed the door behind her.

"This stuff with Landon is my fault." Hope stated. "I can fix it. I know how to track him, but it involves using dark magic."

"No. We're not doing that, Hope." Faith told her.

"Yeah, and we're not allowed to use dark magic here anyway, so..." Josie agreed.

"Says the girl who just lit her ex on fire," Hope said.

Josie gave Hope a look. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"Hope!" Faith exclaimed. "Seriously?"

"No. No, I'm just looking for a kindred spirit in revenge." Hope said trying to act innocent.

"Sounds like blackmail to me." Faith said glaring at her sister.

"Right," Josie said. They all grabbed the ingredients they needed for the spell. Josie lit a match and lit the candles with it. Hope grabbed a rat out of a box, which made Faith grimace at the sight of it.

"Sorry," Hope said before killing it by breaking its neck. Faith then poured some herbs over the spell pages as Hope held the blade to the rat. She then sliced the rat open and dripped its blood over the pages.

"Are you sure about this?" Josie asked looking uneasy.

"Absolutely," Hope replied.

"I'm not," Faith said with a sarcastic smile, but the look Hope gave her made her quickly shut up. They then joined hands and started chanting.

"Inveniet hostium et tenebrae. Inveniet hostium et tenebrae. Inveniet hostium et tenebrae." They could feel the wind blowing from the spell.

"Do you see anything?" Josie asked Hope and Faith.

"Just flashes," Hope replied. "Come on, give me something."

"I got it. Route 29." Faith said.

"Near the state line." Hope confirmed.

"Is that the knife?" Josie asked in question.

"Yeah." Hope and Faith told her at the same time.

"What's it doing?" Josie inquired.

"I don't know."

"I have no idea."

FAITH, HOPE, ALARIC, AND MATT Donovan were all talking about the crime scene that happened on Route 29.

"Called in a favor with a buddy at State Patrol, asked him to lock down the scene

till we got here," Matt explained. "Local PD thinks it was a chemical spill."

"What's the actual story?" Alaric asked.

"I'll leave that to you to figure out," Matt said shrugging.

"Alright. Thanks, Sheriff."

They walked on the bus and saw all the people on it were burnt corpses.

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