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justporo · 8 months

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Mirror, mirror on the wall

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 3

Author's Note: In which there will be smut. That yet again wasn't initially planned at this point, but we already know these two do what they want - in front of a mirror... I know this has been done before, so I don't even remotely claim this idea although it was much more innocent before I read other people's stuff. And now here we are - enjoy! (Also this chapter is by no means plot relevant for those who want to skip)

Song: Killshot - Magdalena Bay (slowed + reverb) Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: Explicit sexual content

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„How do we keep doing this all the time?”, you asked Astarion through your happy tears. “I guess this is what people like to call the ‘honeymoon phase’”, the vampire responded laughing but his cheeks were a bit wet as well.

“It’s exhausting”, you complained “I hope it never stops.” To that the vampire laughed even more and kissed you. “Now, let’s go or we won’t make it to this ball”, he said and gave you a light slap on the butt. “You’re the one who keeps distracting me!”, you shouted and stabbed a finger into his bare chest peeking from his robe.

Astarion raised his hands in defence and made to turn away. You shook your head and wanted to grab your few pieces of makeup you owned to finish your look, but Astarion was behind you again. “Allow me one last distraction, my love”, he said and held up another small box. You rolled your eyes at him: “So you lied about the necklace being the last gift.” “No, I didn’t! These go with the necklace. Also, they will go nicely with your beautiful silver eyes, my sweet”, the pale elf pouted and opened up the box to reveal a set of dangling earrings with matching moonstones and a few gold hoops that were meant for the pierced parts of your pointy ears.

You sighed and made doe eyes at your vampire: “You’re too sweet, Astarion. These are beautiful. Thank you.” You grabbed the pieces of jewellery and put them in, taking another glance in the mirror – stunning.

“Now go get dressed yourself, I won’t let you go in this robe”, you shooed Astarion off and went to grab your grooming stuff.

Astarion sighed and left you to it. With your few things in hand, you knelt in front of the huge mirror – your dress bunched up all around you. You grabbed a piece of kohl to rim your eyes and put a little bit of tinted oil on your lips and cheeks. The final touch was a bit of the perfume oil that Astarion had already gifted you some time ago. Personally picked out by him, smelling of orange and teak – and proven to make you even more irresistible to him.

When you were done you turned to watch Astarion but he was already fully dressed, only tugging at the lacy bits of his sleeves under his doublet jacket.

Your jaw dropped. Before you could only imagine how incredibly he would look in those clothes but seeing it was a whole different affair. He looked not only elegant: he looked like someone people would erect statues for and paint portraits of – so they could swoon and cry over his eternal beauty for generations. You felt a bit light-headed and your chest clench in pain when you imagined that this man was truly yours.

He saw you looking, mouth agape, from across the room. So, he moved into his usual elegant stance, one hand casually held up, his shoulder back, one leg slightly behind the other – smirk on his face at full power: “So tell me, my love, how do I look?” Oh, the bastard knew exactly how beautiful he was.

“Not a day over two hundred, my dear”, you offered and pursed your lips. His shoulders fell forward and he looked at you, eyes half-lidded, tongue in cheek: “Count on Tav to destroy a vampire’s ego.” You cackled and got up.

“Just kidding, my love. I’m going to be real with you now. You look beautiful.” At this Astarion’s head and ears perked up. You had his full attention.

“You look devilishly handsome”, you spoke and began sauntering over to him, swaying your hips. Time for you to turn this man’s weapons on himself for a bit. He’s made you flustered often enough, maybe you could repay the favour for once.

“If sin was given a body and a face it would be yours, Astarion. And yet your creator would cry for the beauty they’d created and had given to the world”, you hushed, stretched out your hands as if trying to reach him and then closing them, drawing them back to your chest with a sigh and widening eyes.

Astarion’s whole posture straightened and his crimson eyes widened. You were sure he would have blushed had he still been capable of doing that. His lips slightly parted as he stared at you in awe: “Oh, my love, I think there was a poet lost in you.”

You stopped walking towards him and grinned at him: “Want another one?”

“Oh please, my eloquent little poet, you know flattery will get you anywhere with me!”

At that you made a little “oooh” and elegantly placed your hand on your chest as if pretending to be shocked. “Is that so? I had barely noticed”, you grinned and batted your eyelashes at him – this dress was obviously doing things to you – or maybe it was Astarion in his whole regal glory.

You coughed to clear your throat and began prowling over to him again.

“You look like a perfect piece of wrapped chocolate that I’d love to slowly unravel and then pop into my mouth”, you continued and let your tongue click at the end. Astarion’s eyes widened even more while you kept coming closer. “Or maybe I’d love to feel you melt in my hands until you’re gone completely.” You firmly held his gaze while you prowled closer. The vampire seemed stunned, but a proud grin crept onto his lips.

But then you stopped suddenly as you realised you had no more lines. So much for turning the canons on him for once.

Your brain just kind of short-circuited and you doubled over laughing. Astarion was stunned by the sudden mood change but then joined in: “Oh, my sweet, we have to work on your delivery.” At that you snickered: “Come on, Astarion, some of your lines are terrible.”

The vampire pouted: “I’d say they’ve gotten better.”

“Yeah, but only since you’ve been with me”, you pointed out as you straightened your back again.

“Yes, because with you it’s real”, Astarion answered pointedly. You threw him a warm smile.

“So, my seduction didn’t work?”, you asked. The vampire made a face: “Started off strong and then declined abysmally, love.” You laughed and walked over the rest to Astarion and kissed him.

“Ah my love, we have to do your hair and give you some shoes, don’t we?”, he said after that. You looked at your feet – oh yes, he was right.

Astarion grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the mirror. He took out the pins holding up your now dry hair until soft waves fell down onto your shoulders. Then he used some of them to loosely put up some strands at the back of your head while he hummed softly. Very quickly he had tamed your mane. Just like with everything else he’d done great job – you looked magnificent.

The vampire looked very pleased with himself looking at you. In fact he could barely stop staring at you. But when you whacked him on the arm softly, he snapped out of his starstruck admiration for you.

He went over to the bed once more and grabbed a pair of shoes from under it. Some flats the same colour of your dress with some silk bands.

Astarion sat down on the chaise longue once more and patted his thigh, shoe in hand: “Come here, love, let’s finish up this business.”

Without hesitating you put your naked foot on top of his thigh. The vampire’s red eyes immediately lit up and he looked up at you with a smirk. You smirked back and gasped when he softly pushed up your skirt. He pushed it up in an agonizingly slow movement over your knee; but then didn’t stop until it was almost pushed up all to your waist.

Then he let his free hand wander up your leg, pressing a kiss to your shin while still looking up at you. His hand was at the back of your knee making you gasp again and lifting your leg ever so slightly. He softly put on your shoe and slowly tied the ribbon around your ankle as you watched his long, elegant fingers at work. Yet again, the heat from earlier in the night made itself known.

Once done you switched to the other leg – the same procedure followed. You almost moaned at the vampire’s soft caress of your legs when you noticed he stole small sideways glances. And as you turned you could see: yourself looking back. You were reflecting in the mirror. Your leg kind of levitating in the air. And more: you could see the indents of Astarion’s fingers on your thigh. Your mouth fell open, then something clicked into place for you.

“I see there was another reason for the mirror in the bedroom”, you drawled as you let your gaze wander back to Astarion’s gaze. He smirked at you, sinful promise twinkling in his ruby eyes. “Maybe”, he simply replied while one of his eyebrows twitched and he finished tying your other shoe.

He pressed a kiss to your knee while he stroked your thigh – his grip a lot firmer now. You looked over to the mirror and saw his touch – and also, how you started arching your back. Some bits of your sinful lacey underwear were showing.

Need rose in you, pooled between your legs and sent pulsating jolts out through your body.

You slowly put your leg down from Astarion’s thigh but kept holding up your skirt with one hand. The vampire just kept watching you with an intense stare. The way he was sitting with his legs spread, one finger absent-mindedly, softly tapping on his knee and his lips slightly parted while your eyes were locked, made you think you weren’t the only one feeling an urge to feel each other’s bodies.

So, you sat down slowly on his lap with your legs around his hips – carefully placing your already wet core to where you immediately felt his growing and hardening need for you. You felt like a goddess – blessing your chosen with the utmost gift of yourself.

Astarion’s hands were almost immediately on your ass, pulling you down harder onto him. “I hope you’ve thought about how accessible these outfits are, Astarion”, you whispered and rolled your hips, making him groan. “Of course, my love, how couldn’t I?”, he snickered back and then moaned again, his head rolling back at you rewarding him with some delicious friction for his thoughtfulness.

You looked at the mirror again, saw yourself hovering above the piece of furniture, skirts all bunched up, revealing more of your lingerie beneath it. It was weird to see yourself like this – but also exhilarating.

Astarion saw you observing yourself and his face split with a dirty smile, looking perfectly pleased with himself: “Can’t stop looking at yourself like this, my naughty little pet? I can’t blame you. Because neither can I.”

You moaned at his praise and arched your back to offer up your breasts to the vampire who happily went to kiss your exposed neck with a wide-open mouth, licking up the hem of your neckline, his fangs slightly grazing the delicate smooth skin there.

You moaned and closed your eyes as you felt his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him and holding you steady. Then you felt his hands reach inside your dress, freeing your breasts until they were propped up by the bodice. When you took another peek, you saw how nicely they were perked up in this position. And you couldn’t help being turned on massively seeing yourself like this – it made you feel ethereal.

And then the vampire hungrily devouring you. Worshipping at the altar that was your body.

You looked back at Astarion and pushed your tits into his face – losing any last shred of shyness you might’ve felt before. He’d called you a goddess before, you were keen to act on it.

The vampire groaned and bucked his hips, so you felt the friction of his erection against your core. Then he graciously took one of the hardened buds of your breasts in his mouth with a sigh. You gasped when you felt his tongue twirl around it and then how he softly bit into it. You hissed, soft waves of your hair raining down on your shoulders when your head fell back.

Your hands wandered into Astarion’s hair as you watched him let his tongue wander over your breasts, extracting small cries of pleasure from you whenever the tip of his tongue wandered over the tips or his teeth softly scratched your skin as he stole looks at you above him and in the mirror in turn.

You grabbed his curls at the back of his neck with one of your hands and steadied yourself with the other on his shoulder when you could barely contain yourself anymore. You dragged his head back by his soft locks. His mouth was wide open, his lips glistening as he licked over them and his bared fangs as he grinned at you – knowing exactly he’d been the one to get you this worked up and desperate for him, knowing he was the one making you lose the very last pieces of innocence you might’ve held – sinful bastard.

“I need you inside of me, Astarion”, you moaned and begged him. His grin only grew as his free hand wandered between you, past your intricate underwear and immediately found the sensitive nub between your spread legs. And the tip of his finger moved, agonizingly slow as you saw your head roll back in the mirror again, an invisible force lifting up your skirts and lifting up the lace of your lingerie.

You rolled your hips against him more aggressively now, trying to get more, but this only made the vampire withdraw his teasing finger. He pressed you down hard again on his crotch and you frantically tried to grind against him, earning another groan from him.

“Gods”, Astarion exclaimed breathlessly “if I’d known this would turn you on this much, I would have bought a mirror months ago.” You didn’t answer, merely rolled your hips again, desperate for more traction – a slave to your own lust now. And Astarion watched you, letting the hand that had been teasing you slide between you again. But this time to let the ball of his hand drag down over the bulge of his hard cock - once.

“Say please”, he purred in a deep tone that poured over you like cold water; sending shivers throughout your body as his hand went back to holding you steadily over him.

But you’d understood: “Please”, you hushed and let your hand take the place of his. Feeling him trough his pants as you dragged your fingers down against his hardened length, making him growl. That’s how you kept going for a while. Your own lust growing as you so clearly felt his.

The vampire held you, one hand on your behind, the other on your back and watched you his head leaning from side to side as if he was observing the most unbelievable creature he’d ever seen. From time to time, he slapped your ass without warning, making you gasp and hiss and wanting to push yourself against him harder. He also sucked on your breasts again until you couldn’t endure it anymore.

With your hand in his hair, you pulled back his head again and pressed your open lips onto his eagerly, while aggressively pushing your hips against his crotch. Your tongue was desperately trying to gain dominance over his, but it was forlorn. Astarion was still somehow the more dominant one despite you sitting on top of him, pressing your body against him. You broke off the kiss. “Please, Astarion, fuck me”, you practically begged and pressed your body against his again.

The vampire chuckled as he threw another sideways glance. For a moment he shook his head absent-mindedly: “I can’t wait to have you in front of this mirror again and again, my sweet – on my lap again or on all fours, your body facing the mirror while I’m taking you – or pressed against it.” You whimpered at his promise and desperately clawed at his shoulder and neck, begging for release, begging for him to fulfil your pleas.

And then Astarion finally complied, quickly opening up his pants to free his dick, simply and carelessly pushing your delicate underwear aside before lifting you up and filling you completely in one swift movement.

“You’re so delicious in every kind of way, darling”, Astarion moaned as his eyes widened at this feeling of you clenching around him, finally.

You felt so deliciously full and weren’t completely done taking in this new sensation when Astarion started to move. With his hands on your hips now to help you get more movement, he thrust into you painfully slow at first. But he quickly lost his temper as he watched your mirror image and his movements became quick and hard.

This wasn’t about being elegant anymore, this was about sating a carnal hunger. About giving a goddess the worship, she rightfully deserved. And a worshipper reaping the fruits of his loyal prayers.

“Look at you, my love”, he pressed out while fucking you. You turned your head and saw yourself: mouth open and tongue out, boobs bouncing wildly, your hips being rocked by an invisible force. Seeing it while feeling Astarion hit deep inside you was enough to make you come quickly, desperately clawing at the vampire’s shoulders as you rode your high and white bliss made you forget that you were still mortal for a moment. The vampire kept thrusting into you shortly until he also came violently and with a hiss, joining you in your ascension.

You could feel him twitching inside your body as you drifted off to the stars in your joint ecstasy.

Then you slumped together, both breathless, chests heaving. Holding onto each other carefully but desperately like castaways on the open sea. You stayed like this for some time, just staring into each other’s wide and open eyes in awe and love.

“We had better not ruined my doublet”, Astarion sneered after a few long moments of trying to regain composure. “Well, fuck you for putting a mirror in here. And fuck you for fucking me in front of it then”, you snarled and lightly boxed his shoulder before you carefully climbed off his lap.

“Is that a promise, my love?”, the vampire replied with a shit-eating grin as he carefully helped you stand up. You just rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but to wonder about possible future endeavours.

“You’re ruining me”, you whispered.

“I can only hope so”, Astarion snickered naughtily.

You both quickly helped each other become decent again, fixing up each other’s appearances. Then Astarion cupped your face and gave you a quick kiss: “I love you, you know that, my naughty little succubus?” “Love you too, you kinky little vampire.” You both grinned and snickered, then said vampire grabbed you by the hand and led you down the stairs.

“Now, let’s go or all the champagne will be gone”, he said while you went after him with another giggle.

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lotusmi · 1 year

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heliads · 2 years

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Discoveries at the Dance

Based on this request: "It was the night of the Prawn, Y/n & Addison were there but depressed as Zed & Wyatt can’t make it. Addison noticed that their dates had arrived they went to Zed & Wyatt. An earthquake happened so everyone followed it and found the moonstone. Y/n’s necklace (the moonstone one Wyatt gave her) started to glow, Addison suggested to put it on the moonstone & when she did she transformed into a Werewolf"

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It is the night of the school dance, and what should be one of the happiest evenings in your memory thus far is instead being spent trying to hold back tears. You’re only mostly successful. Across the room, your best friend Addison is experiencing similar levels of joy. Both of you have been looking forward to this night for about as long as you’ve been alive, but here you are– two girls, absolutely miserable. Clearly high school isn’t the place for high expectations, but you had rather hoped to at least enjoy yourself a little bit.

As if running through similar thoughts in her own joyless head, Addison gives a weak little laugh. “Well, don’t we look like we’re having a good time? We might as well get ourselves together, this night can’t get any worse.”

“Are you sure about that?” You ask balefully. “I’m pretty sure we can keep digging. Rock bottom isn’t real to me yet.”

Addison snorts in spite of herself. “Oh, come on. We’ve both been dreaming about going to the Prawn since we were kids and first heard about it. We have our perfect outfits and everything. Surely we can at least have a little bit of fun tonight, right?”

You look at her doubtfully. “We could, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re missing something even more important than a dream outfit. You know, maybe that our dates are all physically barred from entering?”

Addison grimaces. “I was trying to avoid thinking about that, but yeah, that does make for a bit of a downer.”

You laugh bitterly. “At least we look good. We have to show up eventually, right? Let’s swallow our pride and just be there. We can’t push this off any longer.”

“Are you sure about that?” Addison asks, looking wistfully at a framed photo of her and Zed on her desk.

“Positive,” you say grimly, “Now let’s go. The Prawn waits for no man. Nor monster, apparently.”

That’s the problem with the dance, after all. Everything about it is perfect– the decorations, the lights, the excited laughter of students billowing out from the propped open doors. The only thing you’re missing is the fact that the boy you love is not allowed to step foot on the premises due to the fact that he’s not entirely human.

See, you knew there would be problems when you first started falling for Wyatt Lykensen. Of course there would be problems. After all, look what happened when Addison started dating Zed. Despite the fact that she was a star cheerleader and he was single-handedly turning Seabrook football around, everyone in town had opinions on it, and most all of them were bad. Factor in the fact that at least zombies weren’t unfamiliar to the people of Seabrook due to the fact that they’d been present for years, and it’s obvious that the Zed situation was the best case scenario in a sea of really bad alternatives.

Wyatt, on the other hand? Wyatt, who’s one of the werewolves, who will never know a reception into this town with open arms? He has none of Zed’s stellar reputation in the high school, which means that his entrance into the ranks of Seabrook students would only be received even worse. The werewolves may, admittedly, have not had the purest of intentions when they first showed up, but they want to be here now. Wyatt has convinced you of that a thousand times over.

You’re not the one who needs convincing, though. All of Zed’s hard work championing the cause of monster equality, everything the werewolves have done to try to make a place for themselves in the town, and it’s all come to nothing. The Prawn is humans only, something that you and Addison are deeply infuriated over tonight. There’s nothing you can do now, though– you already tried your hardest to avert this crisis and it still happened.

So, as much as you would love to be able to have your moment with your boyfriend, it’s not going to be happening tonight. You, Addison, and Bree are going in a group of friends out of solidarity for all that you’ll be missing. Addison is wishing Zed was there right now, you know for a fact that Bree wants Bonzo there to dance with her, and you’re looking out of every window in the hopes that you’ll somehow see Wyatt showing up to be there for you.

Needless to say, none of you are all that pleased with the way the school dance is turning out. Still, you’re going to show up out of responsibility. The three of you arrive at Seabrook High with low expectations, and even the twinkling lights and dashing pastel decorations can’t win you over. The dance could be taking place in the most detailed mansion and you’d still be thinking about the one person you want there more than anything.

The music is good, though, and you’re almost able to distract yourself from thoughts of wishing your boyfriend was there by dancing with Addison and Bree. All of a sudden, Addison taps your shoulder, her entire face rewritten with shock.

“Am I dreaming, or does the Prawn suddenly have a few new arrivals?”

You follow her line of sight to see a group of people racing towards the doors to the school. Your heart leaps when you realize that it’s a group of monsters, Wyatt at the front. They’re all dressed to the nines, and stroll right past the chaperones trying to keep them out like the angry yells were nothing more than flies. It might be the most wonderful sight of your entire life.

You run up to him, unable to stop yourself from spending a single second not by his side now that you have him for real.

“You came!” You say, delight spiraling through the syllables.

“Of course I did,” Wyatt replies, “did you really think I could ever leave my girl without a date?”

You laugh. “Not if you had a say in it. Although, not that I’m sad to see you, but I swear you didn’t have any say in this at all.”

Wyatt gives an easy shrug. “I’d like to see them stand in my way. Change doesn’t happen through silent compliance, you know. Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe is right, and I know this is right.”

You beam at him. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”

Wyatt smiles back at you. “I’m glad to be here too. Trust me.”

He pauses a moment, then taps the necklace hanging in the hollow of your throat. “Although I am glad to see that you wore that even without knowing I’d be there.”

You follow his line of sight and understand what he means. Wyatt gave you a moonstone necklace identical to his about a week ago. You’ve treasured it ever since. When you found out that Wyatt wouldn’t be able to come to the school dance, it only made sense to bring some part of him there in his stead. In your opinion, the moonstone necklace did perfectly. It’s good to know that Wyatt agrees.

“I just wanted to feel like I wouldn’t be alone here,” you whisper.

Wyatt takes your hand. “Of course you’re not alone.”

He starts to guide you towards the groups of dancers in the center of the room, but the two of you have only begun moving when he stumbles. Wyatt is excellent at keeping up the charade of perfect health in front of most people, but you see straight through it and realize that he’s not nearly as infallible as he usually claims to be.

Eyes alight with worry, you reach for his hand. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Wyatt grins weakly. “I don’t think that’s the best compliment you’ve ever paid me, but I’ll take it as a sign that you care about me.”

Your eyes narrow. “Wyatt. An explanation would be nice.”

Wyatt sighs. “Alright, alright. We still can’t find the moonstone and it’s wearing on all of us. Look at Wynter, she can barely stand. We’re here as a show of strength, but we’ve got almost nothing left.”

You must look horrified, because he squeezes your hand and tries to stand up straighter. “Look, it’s alright. There’s nothing we can do about it anymore, and I’d rather have this night with you be worth something than spend the next few hours wondering about some mystery we can no longer solve.”

You pull him close under the guise of starting a new slow dance. “Just stay with me, Wyatt.”

It’s a promise neither of you can expect, but Wyatt agrees with it anyway. “Always.”

He starts to say something else, but his words are cut off by a loud cracking sound issuing from the ground nearby. It seems almost like thunder, but there are no storm clouds in sight. Instead, what you find is a massive divide splitting the ground nearby in half.

Addison finds you in the chaos, Zed right behind her. “It’s an earthquake,” she says, “Look, the ground is completely hollowed away underneath.”

Your brow furrows. “It looks almost like a tunnel.”

Wyatt nods slowly, eyes wide. “Yeah, and it’s glowing. Like a moonstone.”

Willa pushes her way through the crowds to reach your party, Wynter right behind her. “You guys are seeing this too, right? There’s no way the moonstone isn’t down there.”

Bree claps a hand over her mouth. “What are we going to do?”

You extend a hand towards the fissure in the ground. “Find the moonstone, obviously. We have to move fast, though. I don’t know how much time you guys have left.”

As if to prove your point, Wynter doubles over in a fit of coughs that leave her shaking and spent.

Wyatt nods grimly. “Let’s move.”

Thus your group descends into the earth in search of a mystical power source none of you truly know will be there. The only thing you can do at this point is hope that it will be here, or this trip with the werewolves might be their last.

In the end, though, you don’t have to fear. Zed manages to clear away some heavy rubble and you stumble upon a partially collapsed room, moonstone intact in the center. Wyatt and the other werewolves race towards it, and you swear you can practically see them come to life again as their moonstones are recharged. Wyatt turns back to you, triumphant, but as you watch his smile drops in an instant.

He holds up a trembling hand to point at the necklace he gave you. “Y/N, your moonstone. It’s glowing.”

It makes no sense, but you look anyway and he’s right. The small shard of stone at your throat is a bright pearlescent shade, and sends refractions of light dancing over your skin.

“That makes no sense,” you try to argue, “it should only glow if I was–”

Your words are swallowed up abruptly by the shock of your realization. Wyatt finishes the thought for you anyway, although it’s kind of pointless. Everyone in that room is thinking the exact same thing.

“If you were a werewolf,” he concludes.

You shake your head slowly. “No, that’s impossible. I would know if I were a werewolf.”

Willa shrugs. “I mean, your town didn’t even know about werewolves until we showed up. Surely it’s not that impossible to assume that you wouldn’t figure it out until now.”

Wyatt shoots his sister a look, muttering something about a poor bedside manner under his breath, then extends a hand to you. “We can test this. Come here, see if you can charge the necklace.”

You may not trust whatever is going on with your necklace and the moonstone, but you do trust Wyatt, so you take his hand and allow him to lead you over. You press your necklace to the moonstone just as he did. The second you do, you feel this rush of something wash over you. It feels like power. It feels like coming home.

Wyatt whistles under his breath. “I think that means you’re a werewolf.”

Addison nods. “Your eyes are glowing just like Wyatt’s. It’s true.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Well, this really wasn’t the way I was expecting tonight to end.”

Wyatt’s eyes fill with concern. “But you’re not unhappy about it, right?”

This time, your voice is more sure. “No, I’m not. This is a good thing, Wyatt. A very good thing.”

And why would it not be good? This means you have a pack, an entirely new family to stand behind you when you need it most. You have your boyfriend, you have a fascinating future opening up in front of you. No, you could not be more happy.

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Fluffy Feb Day 4- Moonlight

Warnings: established relationship, none

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 561

A/N: if I hadn’t written I’m Beginning To See The Light this would have been so much easier. Sorry tomorrows is better

On your first date, Aaron took you to the planetarium.

“I don’t know where else to go,” he had confessed, one hand on the back of his neck as he looked down at his feet. “Dinner and a movie seems old-fashioned, and Jack keeps talking about the field trip he took here. I thought it was worth a shot- I haven’t done this in a long time.”

You had pulled his hand into yours, meeting him for a swift kiss there in front of a display about Neptune. “It’s perfect,” you assured him, and you had meant it. After all, no matter what the activity, it was a date with Aaron. Of course, it would be perfect.

Your favourite display was the one about the moon. You had dragged him over to it more than once throughout the day, and you even made a point to visit the planetarium together once every month or two; a visit that always ended with you reading a signboard or pamphlet about the moon.

Aaron, to his credit, supported this. He never had a problem taking you there, even though you knew he didn’t understand your fascination. Hell, you barely understood it yourself, but it was there and it was real and that was all that mattered.

It’s not until nearly two years after that first date that you realize how much it matters.

It’s a cold October evening, and you and Aaron are curled up on the couch watching a movie. His legs are outstretched to rest his feet on the coffee table, and yours are tucked up against your side while you snuggle into him. “I got you something,” he murmurs to you at some point, and through your half-asleep haze, you lift your head to smile at him.

“Didn’t have to do that,” you sigh into him, a sleepy sound, and he chuckles.

Aaron shifts you slightly to grab something from his pocket, kissing your head to soothe you when you grumble under your breath at the jostling. “I know, but I wanted to.”

There’s no preamble before he hands you a silver chain with a quarter-sized pendant swinging from it, warm to the touch. When you turn the pendant around, your eyes widen and you sit up, fully awake. “Is this the moon?”

Sarcastic asshole that he is, Aaron makes a show of turning his head to look out the picture window to where a large full moon is beaming down. “Hm. I don’t think so,” he says, and if you loved him any less you would throw him an elbow to the ribs right now. “It’s moonstone. It’s anyone’s guess if it’s real, but I saw it when I was in Sacramento last weekend and I thought of you.”

Fumbling hands unclasp the necklace, and Aaron leans back to swing it over your head and clasp it up. The pendant falls slightly above your breasts, easy to hide or to display as you please without taking it off, and you know at that moment you never will.

When he stops fiddling with it, he says, “What do you think?” You surge forward at that, press your lips to his with gratitude pouring from you. This isn’t the first or last time you intend to kiss him positively stupid under the glow of the pale moonlight, and you both know it.

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𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸

⇛𝗪𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀!⇚

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Welcome back to Seabrook, where belonging is everything.

We're a strong, united and tight-knit community. And that's a good thing 'cause it wasn't always this way. There was a time when we had to protect ourselves. Legend has it that when the first settlers came to Seabrook, they found wild beasts with sharp claws lurking in the forest.

Which sparked an epic battle. Seabrook settlers bravely fought off the monstrous attack. And discovered a powerful energy source. Realizing they discovered a precious resource, they safeguarded it from the beasts.

They weren't going to let anyone steal their treasure. So they hid it. And the town prospered and grew rich by harnessing the precious energy source. Seabrook benefited greatly as it grew strong, happy, and unified.

The beasts were a distant memory.

Seabrook forgot monsters could be real.

Until clearly, they were. A little lime soda mixed with a dash of industrial strength Seabrook energy... And boom! Zombies were created. In a lot of ways, Seabrook's moved on since then. But it's hard to bury your past...

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"Moon! Moon! Are you ready for school?!" I heard my dad ask from downstairs. My hazel eyes shot open, and I quickly jumped from the bed.

"Uhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" I yelled back.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered, looking around the room, and quickly settled for a black tank top and some light blue jeans. I ran into my bathroom and quickly put my white hair into a man bun before grabbing my bag.

I turned to walk out of my room, but I felt myself weaken, and I started coughing profusely. I managed to contain myself after a little bit and looked down at my moonstone necklace.

It's losing its charge.

"I gotta find them," I mumbled sadly, thinking about my pack and if they were okay.

"And mostly, I need to find her." I continued looking down at my friend's bracelet, which was gray. Over the years, I desperately tried to find my pack as well as my mate.

I howl on a full moon every night, just praying that they can hear me, but to no avail. Luckily, Zed and Zoey were there to comfort me during the hard times, and I feel so lucky to have them, even if they aren't my real family.

I've been thinking about Willa every day, wondering what she looked like when she was all grown up and if she was even more beautiful than before.

"Moon! Let's go!" Zed yelled, and I quickly snapped out of my trance and went down the stairs.

"Sorry, I took so long. Hey there, little rascal," I said, giving Zoey a big kiss on her forehead and making her giggle.

"Hey dad," I said, giving him a hug before taking some toast and going out the door with Zed.

"Have a good day at school, kids!" He called out as we left the front door, just in time to see Eliza.

"Hey Liz!" I said, giving her a hug, which she returned with a smile.

"Hey, hey! Ho, ho! This demolition has got to go!" Eliza chanted out loud.

"They can't tear it down, Zed. Seabrook Power hasn't worked for years. It's an important part of zombie heritage," Eliza protested, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I agree, and I also feel a strange connection to it; I just can't pinpoint what." I said.

"This is progress, Eliza. And now we can even go to Prawn." Zed has been boasting about Prawn for weeks since monsters were never allowed to go, and he's been obsessed with taking Addison with him.

"I'm loud and proud to be a zombie!" Zed yelled, and I clenched my ears, shooting him a glare.

"Sometimes too loud," I growled, elbowing him in the ribs, making him groan with a pout.

"Soon, Z-band tech will get so good that zombies will blend right in. I dream of the day we ditch our Z-bands and let our inner monsters roar," he said after he recovered.

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(Addison)

We're back here on the scene And everyone's together With zombies on the team It's better than ever, better than ever

(Bucky)

Those moves won't get the gold Green hair is so whatever Well, you'll never break the mould 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

Tearing down the power plant You're welcome Seabrook, I'm your man To build a place where everyone can cheer I'm making zombiekind cool, not feared

(Eliza)

Making progress, that sounds great

(Moon)

But what's the price we have to pay?

(Zed, Moon, Eliza)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

(Addison)

I wish that I could call I hope you get my letters Hope I get asked to Prawn It'd be better than ever, better than ever

(Stacey)

Oh, Addison my love Gargargaza are forever

(Aceys)

We pull the strings We run the show 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

We're finally allowed to go to Prawn Gonna get our ziga ziga zombie on Counting down the days, I've been keeping track Kinda wishing Addison would write me back Imagine me taking her to the dance

(Zoey)

A human and a zombie hand in hand

(Zed,Zoey)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

(Zed)

Here in this hall Up on these walls Picturing Addison beside me Then they will say We're all the same And they can see the life inside me Oh, what's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take?

(Everyone)

We got this! We got this! Ready for a new day Ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this (come on!) Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

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"Bye, Zed," we waved to him as he waved back and disappeared from our sight.

"So how's the search been going?" Eliza asked me.

"Not good God, I miss them so much, Liz," I sighed, and she gave me a side hug.

"Don't worry, Mo, you'll find them soon. I can feel it in my undead heart," she said, and I chuckled as we walked off.

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OK, bringing it home with Part 3 of my in depth analysis of Episode 2 of Nancy Drew Season 4, “The Maiden’s Rage” - Part 1 and Part 2 in case you missed them.

TW: I covered Bro-Nancy’s abusive behavior and the fight in Part 2, but I may touch on DV and emotional abuse in this post too.

Seeing Nancy in handcuffs (presumably Ace’s) is a dark twist from the Ace carries handcuffs scene in S3’s The Demon of Piper Beach, and his untying of the scarf with Amanda in S2’s Moonstone Island. There’s nothing sexual about this scene - Ace starts out as far back as he can be from Nancy, his arms crossed, only coming closer after Nancy’s had the ‘Clari-tea’ and is able to explain what was going on with her.

We get a little lesson on toxic masculinity, but I was a bit surprised they didn’t mention DV, which is what the show recreates so accurately as an outcome of the poison’s effect on Nancy.

Nancy explains how her feelings about Ace were locked away by the poison, leaving her with only anger. I like how they tied her real feelings to the poison. Nick then ties that anger to her wanting to dominate Ace, and Bess explains how it made Nancy aggressive. I’m not completely satisfied with that explanation as I feel there was more at work here, but I am glad they address it in some way.

If you didn’t catch it, Ace’s tiny nod to Nancy acknowledging her explanation is telling. He’s come closer to her, his arms now uncrossed, and he understands what happened, but he’s not over her treatment of him yet.

This scene is an instant classic. I could watch George and Nancy (even Bro-Nancy) investigating together all day. In handcuffs. It looks like George is a US Marshall with her surly captive. It’s the buddy movie we need! Also, George’s look is 🔥.

We get another gander at Tristan in this scene - he’s dreamy, shot in the most beautiful light. Nancy can’t help noticing and admitting how good he looks in that sleeveless shirt (he really does). We also get some more clues about him - he knows about his parents’ relic business but prefers the simple sea life, and he’s willing to get them the pump but needs collateral. Nancy giving him her necklace is a big deal. The fact that she trusts him with it - is that the whammy at work? Or does she already feel something more than idle attraction to the latest Horseshoe Bay heartthrob? Hmm…

Back at the (Drew) ranch, we finally get the context for the M3gan trailer scene. George’s rough handling of Nancy as she protests that her behavior wasn’t really that bad made me chuckle, but the process itself was unnerving - it felt like a scene from a steampunk sci-fi show (in a good but disturbing way). I actually love how S4 is exploring new realms of the supernatural and amping up the effects. Also put the stomach pump in the growing list of antique supernatural gadgets, along with the soul splitter and Nick’s ghost goggles. From the S4 trailer I think we’ll get lots more of them (yay).

We also finally have confirmation that Ace is present in this scene (although that “what did you eat?” line still sounds like a voiceover). He again moves from the back of the group to the front with a concerned expression once Nancy purges the poison. Nancy’s heartfelt ‘I’m so sorry’ is a good start in making amends. Ace needs more, but it will have to wait as they jump back to the case, with Ace back in his hacker role.

Notice the grouping on the couch - unlike S2’s Trail of the Missing Witness (still my favorite pre-S4 episode), Nancy and Ace are separated by Bess. They look nothing so much as the parents discussing something serious with their teen daughter, who’s sitting between them with a mixture of boredom and confusion on her face.

Nancy and Ace sleuthing again together makes me ridiculously happy. The energy isn’t 100% back yet - compared to say “We heard great things about your bathrooms” or “No sign of Tinkerbell?” But Ace’s “she brought these stickers” was a return to form, and this visit shows them in much better cooperation than their last visit to Logan’s when Bro-Nancy left him on the sidewalk.

George’s scene with Abbott in the hospital is so heartbreakingly good - seeing her hero fall is tough, but it helps her re-assert how important finding the truth is to her, and helping those who are affected. The intercutting of the story between Logan’s and the hospital was effectively done. Nancy’s scene with Maggie Lake is quick and gives Logan and Abbott’s victim some closure, but there are still many unanswered questions about how it all fits together with the poisoned water, the bodies, and how it fits in with Nancy’s history and the founders.

I was happy to see Addy and Bess on the same page and working together on the final preparations for the dinner party. I wished we could see a little of the dinner, but in the end the important thing was that the couple is a team, and her picky parents can’t break them apart. Bess’s heartfelt hugs to them were so adorable - her sunny energy is so key to the group and the whole show. Bess might not find familial acceptance in Addy’s parents (although I bet she eventually breaks them down), but she is building something good with Addy.

Nancy continues on the rounds of her apology/explanation tour. This scene with Tristan was…interesting. They are clearly building a bond. The huge clue that Tristan is adopted was almost expected, and softens Nancy toward him in a new way. I’ll have to talk more about my thoughts on his origins in a separate post. Note how Nancy gently lifts her braid for him - we’ll see it again in the Ace scene coming up.

This gesture of his putting the necklace around Nancy’s neck - it was surprisingly intimate. More so than the casual way Nancy puts the lanyard around Ace’s neck at DetectiveCon. The fact that this intimate scene, which includes more flirting over Tristan’s arms (grr) is followed by Nancy going straight to Ace’s - this season is trying to kill me, and it’s only Episode 2.

The George and Nick bonding is much more satisfying. They are building such a strong foundation - maybe it will always be friendship, maybe more. The maturity we see in George in this episode is such beautiful growth, and Leah is killing it.

Nick is ready and willing to get to know Jade better, and they are too. I detect some chemistry starting between them by the end of the scene.

(Spoiler alert):

I’ve spotted them in the final scene that Riley shared on the last day of filming, so Jade will be here for the long haul. They are walking through the door in the clip, and their real name (Arianna) is called. Nick and George are standing next to each other in the Claw baby shower scene - so interested in how this turns out.

The scene that we’ve all been waiting for. Ace’s hesitancy at the door, and his expression, make it clear he is still hurt. Nancy’s peace offering and her related joke, which of course harkens back to both the bagels from Temperance’s forecast, and the pickle jar she tried to open as Bro-Nancy, falls flat. The fact that she barrels in without an invitation makes me a little uncomfortable- the poison is worn off, yet she’s still taking a high handed approach with Ace. You can see he feels the same way in his eyes and his body language, and how he only begrudgingly closes the door behind her when Nancy offers to tell him everything finally.

Nancy’s explanation is heartfelt. But Ace feeling like he has to apologize for his anger at her shutting him out doesn’t sit right with me. He had a right to ask for more, and even now Nancy blew past him and into his space. Her joking “let’s call it even” - she says she tried to kill him under the poison’s influence because he rejected her, but I don’t feel like she fully addressed both the way she treated him before, and how degrading her behavior was toward him after she was poisoned. Just a few extra lines here would have gone a long way IMO to make this part of the scene more satisfying.

Ace’s “Yeah” and his lightening the mood by asking for good things that he can look forward to, and his “Well, everything” - swoon. Nancy’s toying with her braid as she gazes at Ace on the bed, separated by a visual divider line, gives such a “teenage girl with a deep crush” vibe. It’s such a sweet ending, and I am confident that Nancy and Ace’s relationship will grow stronger from this experience, and help them weather what I’m sure are going to be harrowing times, and possibly times where they can’t or won’t interact, and turn to others for comfort (ouch).

Overall this was an incredibly deep episode with a lot of nuance, along with amazing acting, comedy, and overall writing and production. I would have liked to see a bit more discussion in Nancy and Ace’s final scene before we got to the incredibly romantic ending, and I wish there was a trigger warning at the beginning of the episode - but I do appreciate how well the writers responded online to the feedback.

I am out of my mind for Episode 3 tonight. The show creators are hyping it up mightily. I’m expecting amazing progress and some heartbreak before the end. Talk to you on the other side!

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ace [redacted]#ndcw #nancy drew season 4 #nancy drew s4 #nancy drew spoilers #4x02

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hanseltu93 · 8 months

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My OC Tav (priest of Selûne, high elf)

necklace is real (wax string with moonstone and blue labradorite)

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #oc #oc art #fanart #my art #selune

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sisterofficerlucychen · 1 year

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What/If - Chapter 2

Where is she?

The four walls around her feel familiar but she can’t quite make it out, the objects that surround her still blurred figures that she can’t quite focus on. She’s hesitant in her actions, dark eyes scanning the room as she tries to piece it all together. Blink once, blink twice. Hazy objects become lifelike as they settle into the picture and she realizes she’s in her room. Her old room. She’s back in the apartment.

“What the—“

Her reflection catches her eye through the floor length mirror tucked at corner of the room. She steps towards it until she's standing in front of it. Brows furrow at the image staring back, she doesn’t recognize what she’s wearing. She’s in a lace white dress, classic and pristine, as it flows right below her knees. She stands a little taller than usual in platform wedges, the straps in a matching shade to the dress with a woven heel. Her hair cascades down her back in soft, bouncy curls parted in half with a small clip holding two small strands back. The only thing she recognizes is her jewelry; the dainty gold necklace Tim gave her for their first Valentine’s together and the moonstone ring that saved her life. She looks nice, as if she was ready for a dinner date with Tim on the patio of their favorite restaurant during a breezy summer evening. Except the gnawing at her stomach suggests otherwise. This is most definitely not a date.

The scent of warm vanilla fills her lungs as clattering from the other side of her door catches her attention. Someone’s out there. She doesn’t hesitate to move as she walks to investigate whose behind the ruckus in what sounds like the living room. Any other day she would have hesitated, made sure she had her off duty weapon in her hand but there are too many questions spinning in her mind and she desperately needs answers to the mystery that surrounds her.

“Jackson?

Jackson looks up from his spot on the floor. He’s sitting in between the couch and the coffee table with a Swarvoski Baby Yoda figurine in front of him. She recognizes it immediately, it’s the one she broke and never quite got the chance to replace. He beams at her with a smile that makes her heart ache. He’s looking at her with that thousand watt grin, the one that could make any room light up. Even through the confusion and worry she’s feeling, she can’t help but smile with him. Lucy doesn’t miss a beat before she’s kneeling beside him, wrapped in his embrace.

His arms wrap tightly around her and he feels so real. She can hear him breathing softly, the familiar scent of cologne she hasn’t smelled in years, how warm his body feels against her. Except, he’s not. Her heart aches at the reminder of what it was like to grieve him, to continue living life without her best friend by her side. Doubt clouds her mind as she struggles to find reason because he’s not real but he is. He’s existing in this moment, bright and lively, she can touch him and see him. Jackson’s dead, so how is he here hugging her?

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 129- Iris

Summary: Legolas and his Adar converse telepathically, both elated. He heads out to rescue Thranduil with an unwanted someone on his tail. Josie and Narcisse have a heated discussion. Catherine gets a visitor. A spell is cast. Garrett is summoned. A beautiful song is played for two Queens. Josie is in awe. A misunderstood situation occurs. Thranduil has an astral projection experience.

*Warnings* Angst, language, alcohol use,

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"A...ADAR??" Legolas gasped out as his eyes bolted all around his surroundings.

"Legolas?! My son, you can hear me??" Thranduil replied in exhilaration as his pacing halted instantly.

"Father...is...is this real? Are you real?? Or am I hallucinating?"

Thranduil let out a sigh of relief as he chuckled. "It is I my son. I am real. I am alive."

"I...I cannot believe it!!! Where are you??"

"Jareth's kingdom, underground. I am unable to free myself."

"How..how is this possible?? I saw you, before my very eyes, you were...."

"I do not have time to explain that. I need you to gather your company and begin your journey to..."

"Adar, Josie, she will be so relieved. She has been shattered by believing you were dead and.."

"No! You must not tell that woman I am alive."

"What? That woman? Adar, I do not understand. Why on earth would you not want your Queen to know you did not leave her or speak of her in such a way?"

Thranduil had to think quickly to correct his error.

"I did not mean to refer to her like that. I have...been tortured and my mind is not clear. It took everything in me to even connect with you. If she knows, you know she will come here and it is too dangerous. It is best if she does not know until I have safely returned. You do not want her to suffer needlessly again if something were to happen, do you?"

"I...I suppose you are right. She has been through hell. I will do as you ask and immediately depart here."

"Find my ring and bring it to me. My powers are weak."

"Yes, I left it in place in your chambers. I will be there as soon as possible."

Everything went silent as the connection was lost.

"Adar?? Are you there?"

Thranduil had collapsed from exhaustion and was now out cold on the floor....but his eyes were wide open and dilated. Something was happening.....

Legolas wasted no time and ran off to inform Ferin that he would have to leave, but first he went to gather his gear and locate his father's ring.

"It was right here, I do not understand." Legolas muttered under his breath as he searched the same area over and over where he knew he saw it upon his return to the halls. Then it hit him. The crow. He had taken Josie her moonstone necklace that was there...but if he had taken her the ring, she would have said so. Did he take it to his father and he did not remember because of what he had been put through? It made sense that the bird took the necklace to the Queen for a reason, and according to Amara, the crow is the one who told her of Thranduil's existence. This could only mean that Jareth must be in possession of it now, Legolas assumed, because no one in Thranduil's kingdom would dare steal it and risk losing their hands.

"Ferin, my deepest apologies, but I must leave again. If it were not of dire urgency, I would not do so. Aragorn and Gimli were headed back to Lorien just before I left Dorwinion. That is where I will be headed for the time being."

"My Lord, do you need our assistance as well?"

"I will have to decline. The spiders need maintained here."

"As you wish. Where will your journey take you after Lorien?"

"I will disclose that to you, but it must not leave your lips, and if I do not return within the week, then I permit you and our company to assist. After Lorien, we will be headed to the goblin king's realm under the Misty Mountains."

Ferin's eyes grew. "My Lord? May I inquire as to why you would need to go to the dark kingdom? It has been destroyed by the dragons."

"Not all of it. There is something there I must reclaim and it cannot wait. You will understand once I return."

Ferin nodded and bowed, then went on his way back to the spider issue.

Legolas was just about to climb up onto Percy when Tauriel rode up.

"Why on earth are you going to such a place and in need of Aragorn's help?? And at such an inconvenient time?"

His lips pursed as he turned to glare at the she elf.

'This is your concern how? Eavesdropping does not become you Tauriel. Now, get out of my way."

"I will not! Something is terribly wrong and I can see it in your eyes. I know you all too well Legolas Greenleaf. Let me come and help."

"You know nothing of me and never did. What part of our divided union do you not understand? None of this concerns you in any way. You were so concerned about the spiders so feel free to stay here and offer your help to Ferin, for I do not desire it, or you. You need to accept that and move on."

Legolas sprung up on his horse and galloped off.

'I will not." Tauriel muttered and took off after him.

You went running through the castle halls in search of Narcisse after not finding him in his chambers. One of the guards that you grilled told you he had went to his office and wished to not be disturbed, but you didn't care. You had to tell him that you figured it out, why there were literal sparks between you and him when your hands touched.

After racing up the stairs, you came to his door and collected yourself, then knocked.

"Narcisse? It's me. Can I please come in?"

He came to the door, opened it and stared at you, then went back to sit at his desk. It was clear by the bottle of whiskey and his glass, that he had been drinking.

"Well...to what do I owe this pleasure?" he sarcastically said. "Haven't you had enough of your accusations and came back to hurl more at me? I am in no mood for you right now."

"Then why did you answer the door?"

"Sheer curiosity I suppose. I couldn't wait to see what I did this time."

He was clearly agitated and on his way to inebriation as his sarcasm grew.

'Narcisse...I have been thinking about what you said...and..it makes sense. I...I wanted to apologi..."

"You wanted to suck up to me so you could remain in my kingdom. The question is why? You can go on your merry way to Lorien with the miraculously resurrected elf or wherever the hell you so please and never have to see my soulless face again."

"That is not why I am here, well mostly...and..you told me once that you were not a soulless animal and I believed you."

"Ahhh, there's the key word. Believed. Past tense. Whyyy are you here?"

"I believe you. I...I was wrong. I know it was Catherine and I am sorry I accused you. Can you please believe me?"

"And why should I do that? So you can turn on me five minutes later like you did today after the moment we shared?"

"I know why that happened...the magic part anyways."

"Really, and here I thought that part was the kiss. Do tell, for now you have sparked my interest, pun intended." he quipped and poured himself another drink.

"My powers...you're recharging them with yours. Just like when we met, I didn't have full use of them. I am a witch and so are you. I...tried them again and they still work.... Do you have any incense for that burner?"

Stephane sat his glass down expressively and humored you by taking some out of the drawer and put it in the small metal container.

"There...so now what?'

"Ok...watch."

You leaned down and touched it. Instantly it began to smoke with the smell of....lilacs, which caught you off guard for a moment. You hadn't smelled Thranduil's scent in so long.

"There. You see?"

Narcisse stared at you flatly. "This...this is what you came to show me after what you are truly capable of? How impressive. Any witch can do that."

"Ok...just wait. Let me do something else."

He took a gulp of his whiskey and rolled his eyes in silence as he looked away from you.

"Big deal Jo, you got your powers back. Congratulations. I already figured it out as well while I sat here indulging in my only friend. I'm not up for a kiddie magic show. Save it for your upcoming birthday. The elves will love that."

"Can you please stop being so cold?"

"Like you were to me earlier??"

"Damn it Stephane, I said I was wrong and that I am sorry."

"Oh, well then that fixes everything. Shame on me for being hurt and not ready to forgive you."

"Wait a minute...how did you know about my birthday?"

"Because I told you I pay attention to the little things, but you obviously have forgotten that. Here I even had a little party planned for you to try and make you feel better. I even had a surprise for you. Is that what bad guy's do?"

"You're not a bad guy ok? I said I was wrong, what more do you want from me?"

"For you to leave me to drown in my sorrows. I don't care if you stay in my kingdom, do whatever you want. You can go now."

"Will you stop this and talk to me?"

"No time. There's a party tonight in the city and I need to get around for that. Big gambling event, as you know I like to gamble. Too bad I lost over your picture though. I suppose not every man desires you, although five of them is pretty impressive I must say."

"Damn it Stephane, stop it and look at me!!!"

He reluctantly rolled his eyes up to you and for a moment, you thought you had brought him out of his petulant stupor.

"Can't you even understand why I would be likely to think you were guilty?"

"What the hell do you want Jo?" I am at my wits end with all of this, with everything...no, I cannot understand it after all I have done for you. Just go away."

"No...I don't want to leave you like this."

"Like what Jo!"

"Like this!! You're in a bad way and that liquid is not helping you. Whatever Catherine has done to you is getting worse and I am worried about you."

"Oh please Queen Josephine. I don't mean anything to you for you to worry about or it wouldn't have been so easy for you to tear into me like you did. I even rushed off to find that damn emerald. Why do that if I wanted the Marchwarden dead?"

"I hurt you, I get that. You know, you hurt me too with that drawing!"

"And I apologized for that and explained why I did it. I was trying to protect you. You don't have the same reasoning for what you did. Now respect my wishes and get out. I will not ask again."

"I...I don't want to leave. I want to fix this."

"Fix what Jo??? What IS this that you want to fix?"

"I want to help you. I want to figure out how to break this spell that wretched woman placed on you. This...this is not you."

"You don't know me! Just like you said!! So take your counterfeit concern somewhere else. Go back to Legolas and play treehouse and you can pretend you never knew me which will probably be quite easy for you to do."

"Oh enough Stephane. Don't presume to know me either. You know nothing of my feelings."

"Oh but I do Jo...any fool can see the way you look at the former prince but they can also see that it's only because he resembles your late King. Then again, so do most of the white haired elves. I can't seem to tell them apart anymore."

"Shut up."

"What say you? But you wanted me to talk and I'm talking."

"This isn't talking. This is you being your notorious arrogant self with a side of asshole just like when we met. Maybe this is the real you and the spell has nothing to do with it after all!"

"And here I thought arrogant men were just your type. Well there it is...tell me how you REALLY feel Jo! Here let me help you. I'll never measure up to your Sindarin saint of a King or his son. Am I close?"

"You're lucky they are not here! Watch what you say about Thranduil or I'll...."

"I don't fear you! I don't fear your husband!! because without me or my magical touch, your powers disappear!" Narcisse snapped in rage.

"And daddy isn't here to help you this time and your King is dead so he is of no threat to me!" he cruelly continued.

'SHUT UP! I command you to sh..."

"You command nothing!!" he screamed at you as he lurched forward in his chair.

"You are no Queen here! You're just a weak little girl who's using me to get what you want. I think that's your real reason for wanting to stay here. I think you've known all along about the electric charge between us! I'm sure you can find some other warlock to suck the magic out of, now get out of my sight before I have you escorted out!"

Tears of rage welled up in your eyes as you glared him down.

"That is not true!!! I just figured it out moments ago!! and I am not weak! You also witnessed that moments ago!!"

"Only because it was forced out of you! and now all you can do is light a measly pile of incense! You are no witch! Go home Dorothy, to your tin man, scarecrow and lion king. Oh wait, you don't have a king of the forest anymore."

You felt it again, the searing heat beginning to flow through your blood, illuminating your eyes like the blazing sun and crawling out of cracks in your skin. The wind arose all throughout the room as you trembled in fury, death glaring the smirking warlock. Why the hell was he smiling at you?? Why was he not fighting back?

As apoplectic as you were, you didn't want to hurt Narcisse. You just wanted him to shut his damn mouth and wipe that smug grin off of his haughty face.

"And THERE she is!!! The fiery and fierce femme fatale! You see? You've had the power in you all along Dorothy Gale." he cheered as he stood up, clapping his hands.

Your mouth dropped open as a tear fell from your burning eyes.

"You...you did this on purpose. Your hurtful words... to bait me."

"Hurtful but true...and it worked like a charm."

"You...son of a bitch." you choked out through your tears and ran out the door.

Narcisse's heart fluttered in remorse as he continued to drink. He hated himself in that moment and what he had become. You were right, this was not him and he couldn't control it.

He chugged down the remainder of his whiskey and headed out early for the night's big event, determined to blow off steam in any way possible and he knew just what would do the trick.

After the encounter with Narcisse, Claude had visited her mother in the dungeons in which she had to bribe the warlock guard in order to do so privately, for Narcisse wanted Catherine to have no contact with anyone so she couldn't play any more of her dirty tricks with inside help. A little flash of her breasts to the horny toad gained her entry, but only for five minutes, or she would have to do more for the eye ogling oaf.

"Ugh disgusting! Do you know what I had to do to see you?"

"I can only imagine. Nothing you haven't done before I'm sure. I hope you are here to tell me that the Lorien elf is no more?"

"I knew it! I knew it was you who poisoned him...and now, so does Narcisse."

"Hmmm, odd. I would have thought he would have came here raging at me by now."

"He has other problems to deal with now since your plan didn't work and Josie saved the handsome Haldir." Claude said as she smiled bashfully, for she had a little crush on him.

"Please tell me you are joking! and wipe that giddy smile off of your face!"

"Oh mother calm down. You might be pleased to know that Josie believes Stephane did it and gave him a shaming earful, so he told her and Haldir to leave and stormed out. I was in the hall and heard it all."

"Ohhhh really?? Well that's a lovely turn of events...but...still, the wretched girl got off easy, again! Where is Narcisse now?"

"Last I heard, he was going to the city tonight for the quarterly gambling event with Charles."

"That is no place for my son. I know what goes on there in the cellar. Men ripping each other limb from limb..and? all for money."

"I'll never understand why your brother has taken such a liking to him. I suppose Charles looks up to him as a father figure. Just another reason that home wrecking girl needs to pay for what she's done. Have you done as I asked and placed the spell on the vampire??"

"First of all Mother, you act as if you and Narcisse were some united front and in love. It should have come as no shock to you that he would stray. He's quite notorious for that in which you knew."

"That does not matter! He was mine! Now have you done it or not?"

"No! What if his coven retaliates?? Or Josie even?? Have you ever stopped to think of that? I saw what she can do with her power!"

"She is no match for me. I will get out of here and handle her, but you, you WILL do what I have asked. Actually, I am no longer asking, I am ordering you to handle the blood sucker now! Or I will handle you as well."

"Times up, unless you have more payment for me." the greedy guard grinned as he came back in.

"You touch my daughter and I'll make sure your cock ends up in the same box as Asher's." Catherine threatened.

He glared at Catherine and escorted Claude out.

Claude went back to her room and reluctantly got the spell book out, opening it to the bookmarked page, then she fetched the phial of dead man's blood....Asher's.

Following all of the instruction as her mother had told her to cautiously do, she began chanting the incantation word for word and inserted Garrett's name.

As she poured the liquid onto the page as it stated to do, smoke instantly flowed off of it.

Just then, Merlin jumped up onto the desk and hissed at her.

Gasping in fear, Claude slammed the book shut and ran out of her room before speaking the last entry.

Garrett was on his way to see you when he was summoned by Amara's male faerie with orders to come to the Seelie Court...and bring his guitar. The woman just plain creeped him out after his last interaction with her, but he knew he better go. The last thing he needed or wanted was to see her teeth again, biting into him instead of an apple.

Back inside his castle he went, secured his guitar in the case and flew off to come see you first, so you knew where he was going.

When Garrett arrived in Dorwinion, he saw you sitting by the bay...crying. He could smell and hear you from afar and flew as fast as he could to get to you.

Garrett landed softly so that he wouldn't startle you, but you immediately picked his maple scent flowing in the breeze and jumped up.

He sat his guitar down slowly without taking his eyes off of you as you burst into tears and sprinted into his awaiting arms.

"Garrett!" you sobbed, burying your face in his chest.

"Josephine, sweetheart, what is wrong?" he asked as he cradled you so tight.

"Everything...where have you been?"

"I have been around, guarding you. I just didn't want to crowd you. I figures if you wanted to see me, you would call for me."

You wouldn't let go of him. His arms were like a safety belt, snug and secure.

"I'm so sorry I've been distant. There's so much on my mind...and things have happened..."

"I know...like I said, I've been around."

You quickly pulled your head back to look up at him, somewhat worried as to what he has seen or heard.

"You...you've been listening to my thoughts...haven't you? That's why you said you don't want to crowd me. Garrett...I can explain...."

"Josephine...you don't owe me any explanations. I understand your reservations about me. How could I blame you after what I have done and...after what happened at the Seelie Court...and then of course I had to go and open my big mouth and tell you that I....well you know..."

Considering that was all he mentioned, you peered up at him, wondering if he knew about Asher. The sad look in his eyes told you that he did.

"Garrett...other...things have happened."

He then verified your suspicions. "I know...about Asher and that you killed him."

"If you knew, then why didn't you come to me?"

"Because you had Narcisse."

You somehow knew that would be his response. What else did he know?

"Garrett, he was just there. Haldir was in the city when it happened and I didn't want to call for you with all of that blood on me."

"I have more control than you give me credit for. I never would have hurt you."

"I never thought for a minute that you would. I just thought it would be too much for you...I guess I...didn't want to see you like that."

"A cold blooded killer like I am?"

"Garrett, you know what I mean."

He began to deflect again. "Well anyways, I just came to tell you that Amara has summoned me to the Court by that touchy feely faerie man of hers. I don't know why, so I wanted to come here and tell you where I was in case I turned up on a milk carton."

"You've probably been on one for decades now." you chuckled.

"You got me there."

"Well...I am going with you then."

"What? No, Josephine. I don't want you around that freaky faerie again and besides, she didn't invite you so she may get a all snaggle tooth happy again."

"Oh Garrett." you smiled and hugged him. "I have so missed your quirky self. Is the big bad vamp afraid of a little girl? And...I'm going.. your powers don't work in her realm."

You released him and started walking towards the forest.

"Neither do yours and....Uhhh, yes! yes I am. She's no little girl. She's Annabelle creation...Josephine, what about Leean?"

"My powers have returned by the way and Haldir and Lola are with her and he knows I wanted some time alone. Now, let's go fright night." you laughed.

"Yes your majesty....and that wasn't funny."

You stuck close against Garrett as you both trekked through the dark forest. Even with your magic and a powerful vampire at hand, you still feared the enchanted sea of trees, for it weakened any being of light after too much exposure.

Garrett on the other hand was immune to it, but just before you both got to the entrance of Amara's court, he began to stumble.

"Garrett?? What's wrong?" you asked as you quickly clutched onto him.

"I...I don't know. Guess I tripped maybe..."

"Garrett Lee. Vampires don't trip, nor do they perspire....and I know it's not the forest... Did you....eat before you came?"

"Yes. I...lack of rest then, I suppose. Vampires DO need rest."

"That doesn't explain why you're sweating."

"Josephine, I am fine. Let's get inside before Amara sends magic Mike out to find me."

You chuckled and followed him inside, praying this visit would go much better than the last one.

It was the usual greeting, being fondled by the faerie man Garrett didn't like, checking for weapons as Amara sat silently watching.

"Why is the witch here? I summoned only you."

"It's not his fault. I wanted to come." you quickly answered to defend Garrett.

Her eyes slitted at you for a moment, and then she smiled.

"Very well. The more, the merrier for the daylighter's concert."

Garrett coughed. "Uh, the what?"

"You're a musician aren't you, daylighter rockstar? And you said you would come play for me sometime, and that sometime is today. Why else would I have you bring your instrument?"

"Yes...I guess I wasn't prepared is all."

"I have great confidence you will do just fine. Come."

Garrett leaned in and whispered to you. "I'm glad she has nothing better to do, unlike some of us."

You nudged him with your elbow and gave him a shut the hell up look.

"Oh but I do...and you'll see that in due time." Amara relayed as she side eyed Garrett before sitting down.

He gulped in realization of her keen hearing that he wasn't thinking about. In fact, his train of thought was a bit awry.

'Apologies your majesty. I'm not feeling...quite myself today."

You looked at him in concern over his admittance of it. Something was definitely off with your always alert and sensible vampire.

"Please, help yourselves to the fruit before we get started.

You did just that and snatched a handful of grapes like the last time. They were like gigantic cherries to you in how sweet like candy they were, your favorite.

Garrett got out his guitar and held it while Amara ogled him with her eyes. Did she have a thing for him, you wondered?

"So...you brought me here to Seelieville solely to play for you?"

"Realm....and that's not the reason I invited you into my...realm."

"Then, why am I here?"

"Why don't you play for me first, and then we will get to that part."

"I...I don't even know what to play. As I said, I wasn't prepared."

"I am sure an experienced musician such as yourself does not need preparation. Just play something off the top of your head."

You could tell Garrett was extremely nervous as he gave you a glance. Almost as if he were shy, to play in front of you.

"Hey...you can do it. I've never hear you play yet and I would really love to. Just take a breath and relax, then pick something that...I don't know, means something to you. Maybe that will make it easier?" you sweetly told him to help him out as you rubbed his arm.

Amara gave a look to one of her female servants who then came up behind Garrett and began to massage his neck, in which he did not like one bit...nor did you really.

"Whoa, hey. Don't do that." he snapped as he swiftly shrugged his shoulders to make her stop.

Amara eyes her to leave him and so she did. You placed your hand on his knee, in which he didn't mind your touch at all.

"It's ok...you got this." you said with a smile and a wink as you stared into his eyes, which were now a relaxed blue as his dilated pupils retracted.

"Ok..." he heavily sighed. "This song is called...Iris."

"Oh, the Goo Goo Dolls? I really love their music." Amara said in a perky tone. "Proceed.."

Garrett cleared his throat and gave another nervous glance at you, then began to play....and sing, which, his voice blew you away. It was so powerful and perfect and gave you instant goosebumps all over your body.

(Enjoy my new vidfic of Garrett and Josie below. The song is Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and covered by Nate Vickers...but let's pretend it is Garrett 😉😍)

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You caught on real quick that the song did indeed mean something to him as you listened to the lyrics and watched his expressions. You knew the song well, but to hear it from him was different. The lyrics took on a whole 'nother story....his life...and you.

The Seelie Queen and her Seelie sidekick sat gleefully enjoying the song as all eyes were frozen on Garrett the entire time.

All of your doubts about him disappeared in that moment...to see him so vulnerable and in touch with his feelings and who he was. You've seen him rarely in similar ways, but nothing compared to this....and his eyes...they were gleaming with tears that he kept from falling....but yours, they fell freely.

"Garrett....that...that was so beautiful. I..I didn't know you could sing like that." you praised him as you were starstruck to say the least.

"Yes, daylighter, that was very impressive. I knew you had it in you. How about some wine?"

Garrett was getting antsy which was unlike him. "How about you just tell me why I am really here? and then I would like to go."

"I have not given you permission to leave. There are things that must be...handled."

Garrett stood up and put his guitar in it's case, then whipped it closed.

"No...we are going now. Come on Josephine."

"I'm sorry but that will not do. Your time has come daylighter. There's no use in resisting. Your powers do not work in my realm."

"And what is that supposed to mean?! I wish to leave, now!" he snapped.

"Garrett, please, calm down."

"No Josephine. I will not CALM down. This is insane. I have done everything you have asked of me Amara and now you are treating me as if...well as if you want to harm me."

"Take him to the wander woods."

Her guards came and detained him as he struggled with no superhuman strength to fend them off.

"Stop it! What are you doing Amara?? Let him go!!!" you shouted and grabbed one of the guards, but were quickly also reprimanded by more Seelies.

"The fucking what?? Get your hands off of her!" Garrett reeled as they drug you both off.

"Josephine!!"

"Garrett!!"

Thranduil laid immobile, his eyes in the form of an eclipse, lost in some trance like state that he had been in for some time now....and now that his mind had been opened, it was taking him somewhere beyond his control. He couldn't move, nor even blink as he saw himself in the form of a vividly blinding light, soaring above middle earth to a destination unknown....

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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The intersections between magic and gender that you mentioned and the rulers who want to gatekeep them made me wonder. Does your world have a religion? Several religions? Maybe a dominant religion and some smaller ones? Anything that would influence culture, politics, and the way people see magic and gender?

there are definitely elements of that! for example, the Sun is the source of magic in Luxia and the Moon is the source of magic in Nyxia, and the Sun (a goddess named Xemea), is worshipped in Luxia. they have festivals and holidays for her, and every day, every Luxian lights a candle before going to bed to preserve her light throughout the dark of night. she is very cherished in Luxia, and the monarchs view her designation of magic as the law of the land, so they believe gender non-conformity is against Xemea's magical order (even though Xemea is very magnanimous and doesn't want magic to be confined to just one set of rules).

for the Moon (Mesea), the Nyxians revere her as well! She is the source of their magic and every Nyxian wears a moonstone necklace near to their heart at all times, and if it is lost, it is considered to be a grave tragedy. Moonstone mages are the most revered in all of Nyxia because moonstone is a very powerful stone there. In Nyxia, gender non-conformity is more accepted because the rest of the world already views their dark magic as "evil magic" (even though it is far from evil), so they're... kind of more used to having to fight for the right to express their magic in the first place. that's not to say that gender non-conforming Nyxians don't experience issues, but there is more precedence for acceptance there, although the monarch still believes that magic should be contained to a specific set of rules.

while Luxia and Nyxia have overall cultures in regard to Xemea and Mesea (who are married btw), each of the four realms within the two kingdoms also have their own subcultures and different goddesses they work with.

but one thing is that there are differences between a harmony mage practicing as a life mage, and a harmony mage practicing as a chaos mage, because the first two are both realms within light magic, whereas the latter two are light and dark realms. the latter is much more frowned upon because, due to a rewriting of history by Luxia's first monarch, the Luxians believe the Nyxians' magic is corrupt, and the Nyxians believe that the Luxians' magic is too utopian and not real enough. so one of the most potent forms of suppression is that light mages who practice dark magic, and vice versa, are believed to be enemies of the monarchs, and often have to hide for their safety, which is a key theme throughout the story: Evermore has to hide their power from both of the monarchs because if they found out about their abilities, they would have a huge target on their back.

there isn't really cross-cultural clash between religious traditions though- overall, with the exception being the monarchs and their nobles, the Luxians still revere the Moon and the Nyxians still revere the Sun and respect each others practices. in fact, the most sacred festivals from both Kingdoms, run in tandem with each other. The Sunstar festival is a weeklong festival honoring Xemea, and it culminates with the Sun dancing with the Moon in the sky and giving her a magic kiss, signaling the start of the Moonrise festival, a weeklong festival honoring Mesea! so cultural traditions are entertwined, but there are still political differences and the more "higher-up" people in society are the major suppressors of gnc people!

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From David McCoy's story from WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE CIRCUS: Johnny works up the courage to share something personal with his boyfriend while on a date at the fair, but a mysterious prize booth might complicate things...

Cass found the prize-booth nestled in a far corner. The stall’s sign read “Silver Bullet,” rendered with a grim font in metallic grey despite the surrounding plush toys. It was a simple shooting gallery with elevating rows and suburban homes on each end. There were no other customers lining up to brandish a plastic light gun.

The slim man behind the counter caught Cass's gaze. Rather than barking out some corny advertising, the man just nodded. A silent invitation to pull the trigger.

“They made a game off that movie?” Johnny remarked.

“What movie?”

“The Stephen King one.” Cass couldn’t tell if his look of surprise was fake or not. “It's real goofy. We'll watch it tonight.”

“Not sure if more movies is a good idea.”

“Hey, you two!” The booth attendant called. “If y'all want a good idea, might I suggest...” he waved his arms, showing off the game. Then he held out his hand. “Five bucks for a round.”

Affordable, but Cass spied his boyfriend's skeptical reaction. Before Johnny could object, Cass took out his wallet.

“I don't need to explain a shooting range, right?” the attendant continued as he took the money. “Fifteen points for the top shelf prizes, ten for the middle, etcetera.” He turned a key below the counter. “Shoot the moon to start.”

Cass aimed at the moon beside the score display and pulled the trigger. A small laser dot blipped on its surface then a poorly recorded howl played. Quickly, cutouts of a kid in a wheelchair, a little girl, and a man with a bottle popped up. Between them, werewolves dashed from houses on each row. For five bucks it was over just as it began, and Cass's score of four sat under the threshold for the lowest-tiered prize.

“Woof. Didn't say it was easy, bud,” the attendant shrugged. “Five to try again.”

Johnny side-hugged Cass. “There's other games, babe.”

“Hang on!” The man behind the booth lit up. “You guys’re really a couple?”

Cass and Johnny exchanged a look. Johnny was right. Cass set the gun back and would've checked out the other stalls for a present, but the attendant pulled a small box onto the counter.

“Wait, no, that's perfect, ya see. Listen,” he quickly said, “I have a, uh, couple's special! Worth more than any of this stuffed trash.”

Cass looked back at this offer. The attendant held a necklace by the string, weighed down by an iridescent, thumbnail-sized jewel set into a shining grey pendant. It was beautiful enough to reel Cass back in.

“It's a genuine moonstone, and real silver.” The attendant let the couple get a better look. The stone became the eye for the silver wolf-shape. Its opulent quality enthralled Cass. It was infinitely superior to the toys hanging on the booth. Even the string had a reddish-brown hue, like a strip of faux leather rather than a cheap thread. Hanging from Johnny's neck it'd be perfect. “Or so some lady told me,“ the man continued. “Her family apparently makes them and when she took a loss here, too, she insisted I take it. But I’m not into stuff like this, and maybe y’all are, if ya wanna try for it!”

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First Appearance: Man of Steel #3 (November, 1986)

Story: Ever since she was a little girl, Margaret Pye and her parents we're not financially sound, and whenever her mother would bring home even the cheapest piece of jewelry, Maggie was immediately drawn to the shine in which the ring would deliver. Over the years, the fascination for shiny objects would grow and grow, and often whenever her classmates would show off their own expensive jewelry, Maggie would be immediately drawn to the shiny diamonds, and gold necklaces. Often she would attempt to steal them from her classmates, and would often be mocked for her habits and was then called Magpie. The name and habits would only fester when she reached high school, and her skill of thieving would begin to rise. For the entirety of her high school years, she would admire the objects from afar as she would spy on each of her classmates, and would learn their locker combinations. The first piece she would steal was an emerald ring from her school bully, Samantha Johns. Next was a sapphire necklace from Sam's girlfriend Brittany Barrows, and a pair of pearl earrings from Tameka Roberts, and this was only the tip of the Iceberg for Magpie. She would even rob the school board of their shiny valuables; not even the principle's solid gold watch was safe from the Magpie. According to rumor, Pye had acquired nearly 700,000 dollars worth of stolen jewelry and many other objects which shined bright like a diamond. To avoid suspicion from the student body, Margaret had in her trips from school would either steal, buy, or make her own counterfeit jewelry in an effort to fool the victim that what they wore was still their legitimate prize, and if one was to suspect her, she would leave her stolen prize in another student's locker in an effort to throw anyone off of her trail. Most times, those methods worked swimmingly in her favor, until one day Margaret had become to greedy and careless. One hot Monday morning, Margaret was caught with her hand in the cookie jar after being set up by Sam, Brittany, and Tameka who had overheard her bragging to herself about the emerald ring Pye had stolen and witnessed her leaving the office of the city councilor with a pair of silver earrings. falsely spread rumors about a pearl necklace; one of which was so large that it could shine as bright as the sun. In the end, Margaret was met with half of the student body getting their own ounce of revenge, and leaving her beaten, and not only expelled from her high school, but was arrested for thievery and for framing others with the fake replicas. Since then, the obsession would take complete control of her, as she was often seen trying to steal the guards leys, as well as their badges in an effort to claim shiny things again. Most times she would sent to solitary confinement repeatedly. For her, it was a miracle that she had gotten out of prison, while for others it was a curse. For many years later, her old school bully was selling a grapefruit sized moonstone which shinned like the moon in the light. However what Sam and her wife Brittany had not known, was that the night before, ye had stolen the stone and replaced it with another replica, only this time this one was quite deadly. When Sam had set the stone onto the booth for auction, the stone had exploded, killing Sam in the process. All that was left behind in the crime scene was a grieving Brittany, a lone feather from the bird which gave her the name she had long since been cursed to carry, and a bewildered playboy who would eventually seal the thief's fate when the feather would fall right into his hand, and an equally shocked patron who was quite impressed with the crime, and witnessed the feather of the bird and sought to make hire this criminal to his own services.

Real name: Margaret Pye Occupation: Professional Criminal Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Blue Hair: Red, White(wig) Height: 5ft 7n Weight: 120lbs

Attributes: Known for having a compulsion for stealing any object which is shiny. Suffers from both Kleptomania and Shiny Object Syndrome. Uses fakes which not only look similar to the stolen object, but are also known to explode. Harbors a fierce hatred/ rivalry with Catwoman. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Uses the custom claws of her design for her endeavors and for combat. High intelligence despite certain circumstances. Often works as both her own agent, but also a well trusted thief of the Penguin.

Dream voice actress: Rachel Matthews.

Featured song: Pretty Shiny Things by Kassi Ashton

Notes:

One of the rogues that I find to be a bit underrated, Magpie totally deserves more respect than she deserves. Well maybe not the older incarnation, but the newer one is a bit cooler. Though writers do use her these days, I'm still waiting for a definitive Magpie story. Plus Batman needs more women in his rogues gallery.

So the design is based in not only the newer take, but also a bit of the classic look in terms of the glasses, belt, and a little bit in her gloves.

I'm gonna have to admit something. I DO NOT like Beware the Batman. I don't like the CGI, 60 percent of the characters designs, like Batman's for example, and I don't like how they used Pyg. I mean I don't know what the hell they did to Lazlo, but that eco-terrorist thing, was not Pyg. He should have just been left alone, and that goes for Anarky too. I mean really. What were they thinking in making him this Batman's arch enemy?! If anyone, it should have been Two-Face. But oh wait, they didn't start using him until near the end of the season/run! Same for Penguin who pretty much got the shaft as a poster and a mere mention. I really hate how the classic rogues got screwed over, and don't even get me started on the whole Joker situation. That is a can of worms all on it's own. But what I did like ewas the updated Magpie design. Though I didn't like how they tried to make her of all people Catwoman of this shoe and those nails. Just why? So that's kind of why I opted for the gloves being the key to her nails, and straight out of her fingers like the mutant from X-Men, whose name escapes me.

Although I do like the updated design they gave to Magpie back in Beware the Batman, I do admit that they should have tones it down. So I went with what you see above.

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