#Hecate Poole

[michaun]

PENNY DREADFUL S02E06 Glorious Horrors Sarah Greene as Hecate Poole

[1428elmstrt]

"My father failed with them and he failed with you. So go back and tell him to leave me be or the next time he sees me, I'll have a gun to his head with my finger on the trigger."

Ethan Chandler in Every Episode

↳ 2x4 | "Evil Spirits in Heavenly Places"

[chthonic-cassandra]

Very tiny Vanessa/Hecate ficlet, just Hecate's PoV during the season 2 finale. I might do a few little things like this as I'm trying to get comfortable with voice and characterization for Hecate in particular.

[shinehalley]

Something just occurred to me, am I crazy or has every woman who had sex naked in this series died?

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

I miss Penny Dreadful so much!!!Do you write for Hecate Poole?

Hi anon, I miss Penny Dreadful too and in regards to your question I could certainly write for Hecate. Just send me a request of what you want for me to right and I will try my best to do it for you.

[brunnismemorybank]

[luvseraphh]

love at first sight d. kaminari

In which Denki asks for your number when out at the mall and immediately falls in love with you. <3 She/her pronouns, reader referred to as girl, kinda cocky reader, very teasing reader, down bad Denki!

Denki was frantically running around the mall, having been dared by Sero to try and get as many girls' numbers before noon as possible. And there was no way he was losing this challenge.

"Excuse me?" he asked, approaching you and tapping you on the shoulder, waiting for you to turn around to look at him.

"Yeah?" you asked, turning around. When you did, it felt like time slowed. He swore he could hear music as your hair flowed through the wind like you were in a shampoo commercial. Your outfit suited you so perfectly and he had never been this down bad before (quite a feat for him).

"Could I... Could I um... Could I get your number?" he stutters, pupils blown as he stared at you, eyes wide and drool pooling in the corner of his lips.

"Why do you want it?" you ask with a soft grin, enjoying the reaction of the blond.

"'Cause you're really pretty," he quietly blurted out, handing you his phone.

"Yeah?" you tease in response, putting your number into his phone and taking a cute selfie for the contact photo.

"Thank you," he says, still standing there in awe until you leaving snapped him out of the daze, getting him to run back to his friend group to tell them about the new love of his life.

"Guys I swear I'm in love with her," he rambles to his friends, leaning against one of the arcade machines.

"Denki, you say that about every girl you meet. And it never lasts. Have you ever even taken a girl out on a date?" Kirishima replies, trying to focus on the game ahead of him while bringing his friend back to reality like he so desperately needed.

"No, but that's beside the point! This time is real. She's gonna be my girlfriend," he insists, catching the attention of his grumpy friend.

"Who the fuck would want to date you, sparky? You repel girls," he scoffs, rolling his eyes at the false confidence.

"You guys fucking suck," he sighs, pushing off of the arcade game.

"Holy shit," he mumbles, sitting at the table in the restaurant. He wiped his sweaty palms on the shorts he wore.

"Denki?" he hears a voice ask, turning to see you in the most beautiful outfit ever (ignore the fact that he's only seen you in two). His jaw dropped as you sat down across from him, a soft smile on your face.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he blurts.

"Will you pay for dinner?" you retort, smirk on your face.

"Yes."

"Then yes."

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ⓒ luvseraph

[buggee22]

Underworld Family!

Okay so- My lore will make sense I promise. This will be a massive lore dump, but just trying to get all the basic info out of the way. I’ll go more into character/lore detail with further posts because this family has utterly consumed me…

For one; Persephone’s hair changes depending on the season, usually around these colours.

Since it’s winter during her 4 months in the Underworld it’s white! It slowly starts fading back to pink for spring nearing the end of her stay.

Here is some of my Hades/Persephone Lore summed up to the barest of bones. They have a very slow burn which I will get into but essentially how they met/ended up.

Hades had always been wary of having children. He feared what happened to him with his father Kronos, the titan who attacked and nearly killed him when he was young, would happen to his son. After many MANY years he and Persephone agree to have a child. Zagreus. His first born son.

Unfortunately, Persephone had to leave shortly after Zag was born and Hades was left to raise him essentially alone, with Cerberus of course!(Gods age quicker to me)

Hades loved his son. But what he feared came true, as Hera and Kronos arrange for Zagreus’ death by titans. This utterly destroys Hades, he doesn’t even realize that Zeus, who saw potential in Zagreus, had taken his heart for himself.

Osiris (the egyptian gods exist in my lore but I will get into that another time.) offers to aid in a “Rebirth” of sorts, Hades is not in his right mind to refuse the chance of his son returning. Using Osiris’ blood and Zagreus’, Serapis is created.

I will lore post about Serapis another day, but he was raised away from the Underworld, his family, and gods entirely in Egypt. (He eventually reigns over Tartarus, and he is very efficient in torture, and WILL take his anger out on your soul!) Think beautiful, kind, respectful cult leader who promises peace to your soul, when actually he is tricking you into eternal damnation.

Zeus, with the heart of Zagreus, rebirths Dionysus. Who is raised without knowing who he truly is, Zagreus is hidden entirely from him. He grows up not really feeling like he truly knows himself. Which he hides through all his various theatrics and masks.

He doesn’t have any memories from Zagreus, only feelings. He feels closer to Hades than anyone else in the Overworld/Olympus, he just doesn’t know why. All his various tricks and jests against Hades are just him (Zagreus) subconsciously trying to get his attention.

It’s not for MANY many years until Dionysus finds out about his past as Zagreus, his father Hades, his life in the Underworld which was long forgotten and buried. Hades will always see Dio and his son, even if he is not truly ‘Zagreus’ anymore.

Eventually Hades and Persephone, now living in harmony with Dionysus again and Serapis to a certain extent. Decide to have another child, being Melinoë! Whom they all raise and live happily for a brief time.

Until Kronos returns. Who had been imprisoned in Tartarus since being overthrown. Taking over the Underworld and imprisoning Hades.

Luckily Persephone was in the Overworld, Dionysus able to escape only just, Melinoë was taken away and hidden, spending her days in a corner of the Underworld and her nights wandering the Overworld.

She was raised mostly alone, until she is able to find scrying pools in temples to view her past. Focusing on mastering her powers with the help of Hecate and on occasion Nyx, Melinoë can hide herself entirely as a shade and visit Hades. He’s not able to speak so as not to alert Kronos, so they learn to communicate silently.

Cerberus had been separated into three souls for his safety and each one remains with each child of Hades.

Serapis, who held a lot of resentment towards a lot of things, particularly Hades, joins Kronos. Melinoë, on Hades intrusion, told her how to seek out Dionysus and in turn Persephone. While Fio and Serapis have sort of a Dante and Vergil dynamic respectively. This is where I cease my natter natter natter of my lore!

Thank you so much for reading this far! Love this messed up family a lot and in some universe they are all happily living together, not this one tho.

I will definitely be posting more about this lot!

[aryxchse]

hii! could you do f! reader dating percy headcannons? i loved you jason grace one <33, thanks!! but also no worries if you can’t do it

ocean eyes. | percy jackson x fem!reader

a / n : i 💃🏻 am 💃🏻 on 💃🏻 to 💃🏻 see 💃🏻 my 💃🏻 husband 💃🏻

warnings : percy jackson's hot self, cursing

- alright mr obsessed af

- dating with him is like dating with a mama's boy who never leaves his mama's side

- you are the mama btw

- constantly hugging you, or has an hand on you, follows you around like a puppy etc

- overprotective, possesive, jealous, would kill someone for you, obsessed

- those are his red flags

- i won't write green flags because it doesn't end

- the only main problem is his fame

- at least five people falls in love with him the moment he enters somewhere

- but, he's only looking at you ofc

- 'everybody's watching him, but he's looking at you-u-u-uu'

- he does have girl friends but you know them all

- you know when he's shitting at this point

- the type of guy who does something and it looks unintentionally hot

- but he doesn't get why you're drooling all of a sudden

- hearts from water in the lake

- matching outfits

- sleepovers in his cabin, because cabin 3 has a calming aura

- being the mom and dad of the camp and leading the activities

- do i have to mention that sally knows you before he even introduced her to you??

- swimming in a bubble, exploring the sea

- wearing his silly shirts

- you constantly break the dressing code just to wear his sea creature shirts

- sword practicing together

- exploring the camp's forests

- sneaking out from the camp just to see a movie or visit an aquarium

- long talks under the cozy blankets

- matching shark plushies that are married

- your shark is pink

- "jewel told me that blue made her upset."

- "no worries, i already beat the shit out of him."

- dirty words whispered in your ear out of nowhere

- like, now-i-have-a-pool-between-my-legs kinda dirty

- he loves playing sports, he doesn't only swims, so you can often cheer for him on his multiple games

- like that one night he organised a football game night with the gang, and as girlfriends you cheered the boys

- wearing his jumpers that has your lucky number behind it

- kissing you after winning the match

- serious talks that turns into a therapy session

- carrying eachothers ugly childhood pictures in your wallet

- shopping together to buy camp's needs

- surfing together

- hanging out in the nyc on his skateboard

- constantly going on an adventure

- loving the shitty quests like 'finding hecate a special gemstone' or 'stealing aphrodite's hair clip from the museum'

- being in love with either or both of you is the camp's rite of passage at this point

- inside jokes

- babysitting estelle

- dancing in the kitchen

- you may think it's romantic like any other couples do but you guys dance to disney songs while both of you pant from jumping

- going to greek mythology musicals like hadestown

- dating with percy is like dating with that one boy best friend of yours that you loved all of your life and realised he was the one this entire time

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Can you do immortal daughter of hecate (deadpool type immortal) x clarisse where they are out of camp and get attacked and clarisse see us get attacked and thinks we're dead and just goes on a rampage killing the monster but then reader is just casually lounging on the floor breaking the silence once clarisse calms down and starts to cry she. Would say something like

"Damn didn't know you could be so hot fighting" or something else

- back from the dead -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Hekate! Reader

An - this sucks so bad I’m so sorry 😭😭

“The water is Fine! Stop being a wimp and jump in” You laughed swiming around. About an hours walk away from camp after sneaking out one night you had found an old hidden moon pool most likely an old witch ceremony place. Taking the context from old runes carved on the walls with ruined alters spread about. Directly in the middle of the mountain it was hard to notice unless someone fell in… which you did.

Swimming on your back silena shouted from beside you. “Common lise! We’re waiting on you”

“Give me a Minute damn!” she shouted from the top while tying her hair back. Clarisse grumbled something incoherent before running over the edge jumping.

Landing in water near the group you laugh as her splash hit you. You swam over to the surfacing girl. “You good” chuckling while moving a curl from her face.

You heard silena whisper something to Charlie and Chris making them both chuckle. Shooting her a small glare you rolled your eyes.

“This is stupid” Clarisse commented while placing her hands on your hips to support your body in the water. You always had a confusing relationship with clarisse, we’re You Friends, Friends with benefits, talking? A situationship? Honestly you didn’t know and it kinda pissed you off.

“Shut up it is not, this is fun” you teased wrapping your arms around her neck. “Besides no annoying lil kids to fuck up the mood”

Breaking the tension Chris coughed “Cringe”

Clarisse only gave him a dirty look making you laugh. He just swam over to his date which was a daughter of Demeter. Rolling your eyes you faced clarisse once again.

“Must be nice” clarisse shrugged gaining your attention once more. Tilting your head you hummed in response. “I mean having a relationship, you know the whole girlfriend I love you bullshit”

Raising an eye brow you scoffed. “What happened to the ‘i don’t do relationships’ girl from just a few weeks ago”

She just shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say I’m a changed woman”

“Uh huh” you pursed your lips unamused. Pushing her off of you, you swam deeper into the pool, smiling as you heard clarisse grumbled under her breath.

——

You sat on the edge of the pool, tossing your dagger in hand you smiled while talking with silena.

“So your not dating clarisse? I could of been fooled” she chuckled. Looking across the way you watched as clarisse had the Demeter girl on her shoulders while Chris sat on Charlie’s, both teams playing chicken.

“As if were nothing more than friends shes made that clear” mumbling the last half of your sentence, turning your gaze up you watched as the sky moved- wondering what your mom was doing. Lost in thought you hadn’t noticed when clarisse snuck up on you.

Her body still in the water clarisse placed her arms over your thighs, slightly laying on your bottom half she grinned up at you. “You see that? I totally beat Chris’s ass”

“I’m sure you did” you chuckled looking down at her with a subtle smile. You felt an odd sense of anger and happiness when you were around Clarisse, like you wanted to strangle her but also kiss her. You just couldn’t make up your mind.

“Hey YN! You sure where’s no monsters here right?!” Chris yelled across the way.

Looking over at him slightly offended you yelled back. “Yes I’m sure! I searched this place in and out there’s no monsters!” You rolled your eyes mocking the boy with your hands making clarisse laugh.

—

Sitting around a small fire that Charlie had made you all looked up from the top of the cliff and watched the stars while talking.

You laid close to clarisse, her arm wrapped around you while you traced soft shaped onto her leg. “That’s stupid” Clarisse bluntly spoke not enjoying Chris’s scary story.

“Your just mad you didn’t think of it yourself” he Bit back trying to look attractive for his date.

“I don’t think you can think” her joke making the group laugh.

A loud sound came from down the hall. A dreadful silence fell over the group. It was like you knew what was down there but none wanted to look.

“I’ll go see what it is” clarisse stood up grabbing her spear, You however stopped her. “Wait here with the group.. please, I’ll go see what it is”

“And what if it’s a monster”

“I’ll be fine larue I’m not a child” you chuckled walking down the hall. Clarisses eyes followed your body mainly admiring it in the bikini. “She’s going to get killed I swear” the stronger girl sat back down while muttering under her breath.

Silena rolled her eyes whistling to gain clarisses attention. “So when are you asking her out”

She just gave the girl a dirty look. “Never, we’re just friends”

“Friends don’t cuddle clarisse” she teased laughing as clarisse got ready to insult her, before she could speak however you came running down the hall.

“Everybody go!” You shouted, as they stood up you were tackled to the ground a hellhound pinning you to the ground before ripping you insides out, the formerly blue water now turning red

Clarisses scream was louder than anyone could of imagined. Even the hound stepped back in fear. Running at it with tears in her eyes she stabbed it with her spear. Throwing the hound against the wall clarisse continued to beat the dog.

In her fit of Rage the rest of the group stood silent not wanting to believe the scene of their friend bleeding out. Once the dog was dead clarisse panted with anger, her eyes filled to the brim with tears while watching it turn to dust. Turning around harshly she marched towards your lying form.

Dropping down beside you she picked you up, laying you in her lap. “You stupid stupid Hekate Girl, Why the hell didn’t you just let me go” she softly cried. Holding you close she muttered an ‘i love You’ against your skin.

“Love you to clarisse”

She pulled her head back in shock to see you teasingly smiling at her. Silena ran up to you the rest of the kids following suit, dropping down beside you she touched your stomach to see not even a scar— it was completely healed.

You could tell clarisse was confused, it was cute. “A spell, learned it a while back. It keeps monsters from killing me, with exceptions but I wont get into that” clarisse pushed you out of her arms

“Why the hell djd you tell me before!” She shouted with tears still falling.

“Didn’t think it was important” you laughed leaning into her you gave her a soft kiss you smiled. “Now about that I Love you”

She got up walking away embarrassed ignoring your playful shouting after her.

YN - you love me don’t lie

Clarisse - no I don’t

YN - I just said don’t lie

———

[honeyryewhiskey]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐢. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

read the prologue ! story intro ! — sam and dean's search for answers to break the bond are thwarted by a call from Missouri. Another premonition like the one that lead them to you, another hunt. — warnings!! hunt-level violence, guns, etc. strong language. spooky scenery. 4.9k words

The library was a relic of another time, draped in dust and quiet resignation. Shadows pooled in the high corners, untouched by the weak fluorescent lights overhead, their uneven hum adding a ghostly edge to the stillness. The air was heavy and stale, carrying the faint, damp tang of mold that clung to the yellowed pages of forgotten books. Dust motes floated in slow, aimless patterns, disturbed only when the long, battered table received another soft thud of a tome. Its surface, marred by graffiti and deep scratches, bore the marks of restless patrons and years of neglect.

From your sagging armchair near a window in the corner—a relic as weary as the library itself—you observed the brothers. The chair groaned beneath you with every shift, its springs wheezing in protest like a creature disturbed from sleep. Dean sat at the scarred table, hunched over a pile of open books, his expression dark with frustration. The sharp, irritated rustle of his turning pages cut through the thick quiet.

Sam moved with quiet determination, his tall silhouette weaving between the densely packed shelves, disappearing into their shadowed depths and reappearing moments later with another precarious stack of books. The subtle rhythm of their movements filled the room with a sense of purpose, a stark contrast to the library’s forgotten stillness.

Your fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair, a futile gesture to calm your own simmering frustration. It radiated off you in waves, thick and tangible in the air. Dean felt it—he didn’t have to say a word. His gaze snapped to you each time you sighed too long or shifted in the noisy  chair, his eyes sharp with unspoken reproach.

If Sam noticed the tension swimming in the dust between you, he gave no sign. He buried himself in his work, his focus unwavering. Books piled around him, covering every inch between him and his brother. Their cracked spines and faded titles were the only defense against the weight of whatever they were searching for. His eyes flickered between one volume cradled in his forearm and another spread open before him, the faint scratch of his pen breaking the heavy silence as he scribbled notes.

“Hey, uh, this one’s about something called an Ailouros,” Sam murmured, his voice soft as that slight midwestern twang wrapped itself around the foreign word. He didn’t look up, his attention fixed on the page. “It says it’s a cat familiar—is this about you?”

“Ai-louros,” you corrected smoothly, the syllables rolling off your tongue with the lilting cadence of a language long buried under the sands of time. Your voice carried the faintest echo of your native tongue, a relic of a life lost to centuries of adapting, shifting, and bending to the weight of new dialects.

Sam blinked, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment as he mumbled, “Right, sorry. I took Latin instead of Ancient Greek in college—”

“What’s it say?” Dean cut in, his impatience slicing through the air.

Sam’s gaze snapped to his brother, the irritation in his expression barely concealed. He lingered there for a moment, his mouth opening as if to argue, but instead, he gave a resigned huff. His eyes flicked toward you, uncertainty flashing across his face before he lowered them back to the book in his hands.

“It says Ailouros was human once,” Sam began, his voice careful, his words feeling heavier with each passing moment. “Before Hecate turned her into a cat. She was… a love witch.”

Dean’s scoff was low, incredulous. “A love witch?”

“Punished,” you interjected before Sam could respond, your voice as steady and cold as the dark wood of the table beneath his hands. Your gaze meandering from the open window to the boys as they gave opposing looks of curiosity and mild disgust, “For her deviant use of magic. Condemned to serve as Hecate’s companion for eternity, so the biggest witch of them all could harness that love witch’s abilities for herself.”

The myth was short, a measly little testament of the reason for your existence. You’d once read it over, and over again when myths became prose. A life, a sacrifice—all wrapped up into two paragraphs in forgotten text.

Sam shifted uneasily, his grip tightening on the book as the weight of your words hung in stale air. Dean’s gaze narrowed, flicking to you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. “So, what? You’re her glorified magic lap cat?” His hands wave about as he speaks, and beneath the rough tone you catch the faintest hint of sincerity in his question.

Your lips curl into a small grin, but there was no humor in it, only a quiet, simmering defiance. “Something like that,” you murmured, tossing your head back against the chair, your focus back on the view of the dreary parking lot, the setting sun a deep blue backdrop to Dean’s impala. 

“Alright, well, it doesn’t say anything about the magic of the bond or how to break it.” Sam exhaled heavily, closing the leather-bound tome with a soft thud. His shoulders slumped under the weight of the unsolved mystery, his gaze flicking toward you. “Is there anything you can give us to go off of?”

“We could kill her,” Dean interjects, his tone casual, the way one might suggest grabbing a burger.

Sam’s head snapped toward him, disbelief etched across his face. “What?”

The older brother shrugged, leaning back in his chair like it was the most logical suggestion in the world. “Don’t look at me like that, Sammy. She dies, and poof—no more magical lady-cat bond. Problem solved.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips, the sound devoid of any real humor. “Sure, we’ll just ignore the tiny detail of immortality being stitched into my bones.”

Your eyes slip back to the brothers, a quiet stare down in hushed argument ensuing between the two as you continue, “I could write you a list of all the ways I’ve been killed in the last thirteen centuries if you’re really committed to the idea. Maybe you’ll finally be the one to make it stick.”

Dean tilted his head, his green eyes narrowing with a challenge, the smile on his lips taunting and crass. “I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to notes.”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice cut through the tension like a whip, his exasperation palpable. You’re not sure if it’s the bickering or the lack of progress in their studies that have him on edge, but it’s certainly bubbling at the surface. “No—Dean, enough.” he ran a hand over his face before turning back to you. “Ailouros—”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, the name landing like a stone in the quiet space between you.

“Fine. Whatever you want to be called,” Sam relented, his voice calmer but no less insistent. “Just listen—both of you.” His gaze moved between you and Dean, commanding attention with his tired eyes. “No one is dying. We’ll find another way.”

The library fell into silence once again, the heat between you and Dean giving way to Sam’s demands. Though, while the younger one buried his furrowed brows in another weathered book, Dean hardly kept his focus on the task at hand. If he wasn’t watching you with a look somewhere between agitation and utter confusion, he was mindlessly flipping pages while tapping along to his humming. 

He looked entirely relieved at the faint sound of Sam’s phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans. 

“Missouri?”

On the other end, a voice spilled out in frantic, disjointed bursts. Your heightened senses diped into the conversation with ease, the woman he called Missouri stumbled over her words in a panicked rush. “Sam? It’s happening again—another one. Another witch. I saw it. It’s going to happen tonight.”

Sam stiffened, his jaw tightening as he processed her words. “Hey, hey—slow down. What did you see?”

“A witch, Sam,” she sighed, her voice cracking under the weight of the premonition. “She’s going to die, and if you three don’t move, it’ll be too late.”

Your interest piqued at the woman’s distress. Your witch was nothing more than ash in a fire pit, but you knew all too well of the slippery tricks of divinity.

Whatever was happening, it most assuredly was Hecate’s doing. 

Sam murmured a quick assurance before hanging up, his expression grim as he looked between you and Dean. “Missouri had a vision. Another witch is going to be murdered tonight.”

Dean was already grabbing his jacket, his expression hardening into that determined, no-nonsense mask you were starting to recognize all too well. “Then let’s go.”

You stood, smoothing the fabric of your jacket as you prepared to follow. The weight of Missouri’s words hung over you like a storm cloud, a reminder of just how high the stakes of this unseemly bond had become.

The cool evening air greets you like a sharp inhale, crisp and biting against the adrenaline still thrumming in your veins. The gravel crunches beneath hurried boots as you follow the brothers, your gaze bouncing between their purposeful strides. The Impala looms ahead, dark and hulking, as if bracing itself for another wild ride. It isn’t until Dean revs the engine and peels out of the drive that you lean forward, clearing your throat to break the tense silence.

“I suppose this might be worth mentioning,” you start, your tone deliberately casual as the car rockets down the winding backroads. “You may have killed my Hecate, but she—technically—isn’t dead.”

The words barely leave your mouth before the Impala swerves violently, tires screeching as Dean jerks the wheel. Both brothers whip their heads toward you, twin masks of disbelief and alarm painted on their faces. Dean’s voice is sharp enough to cut glass.

“What did you just say?”

“My gods, do you always need to hear things twice?” you grumble, the spike in his tone scraping your nerves raw. Irritation simmers just beneath your skin, your nails digging into the worn leather of the backseat.

Dean’s jaw clenches, and Sam, ever the mediator, jumps in, his voice more measured but no less tense. “What do you mean she isn’t dead?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I mean, she’s a literal fucking goddess. Did you really think she’d put all her eggs in one basket? That she wouldn’t have, oh, I don’t know, backup plans for situations like—let’s say—being murdered?”

Dean growls something low under his breath and slams his foot harder onto the gas. The Impala groans in protest as you’re thrown against the backrest, the engine roaring as the scenery blurs past in dark, shadowy streaks. His shoulders are wound tight, tension radiating off him like heat from a wildfire.

From the passenger seat, Sam shifts awkwardly, yanking a weathered leather journal from beneath a stack of maps and flipping through its brittle pages with urgent fingers. “Alright,” he mutters, his tone clipped and nervous, “maybe we should call Bobby or something. Dad doesn’t have anything in his notes about handling this.”

Dean exhales sharply, his knuckles whitening against the steering wheel. “No—I mean, yeah,” he grumbles, his frustration barely restrained, “but first, we need to figure out what the hell is going on with Missouri’s vision.”

Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes with a roughness as if he can physically push the tension away. “Right. You’re right.” He tosses the journal onto the seat, its weight landing with a muted thud, before turning his attention back to the crumpled map in his lap.

“You sure Missouri gave us the right coordinates?” Dean gruffs, his voice taut, a frustrated edge threading through his words.

Sam glances up from the map, his forehead creased in thought. “She seemed sure enough, but—”

“But nothing,” Dean snaps, his eyes narrowing against the dark road ahead. “If Hecate’s not as dead as we thought, and we’re running blind here, I don’t want to walk into a trap.”

The Impala hurtles deeper into the night, its rumble echoing like a war drum in the heavy silence. From the backseat, you watch their agitation swirl in the cramped space, a storm brewing on the horizon of their nerves. The faint scent of leather and gun oil mixes with the cool night air as you settle back into your seat, bracing yourself for whatever chaos comes next.

Sam breaks the silence without looking up, his voice a mix of irritation and focus, “The turn should be coming up. Just keep driving.” 

He clicked on a flashlight, popping it between his teeth as he used both hands to manage the map. He scans it for a second under the soft light. 

“You know,” you said idly, your voice cutting through the low hum of the engine, “this whole sneaking-around-in-the-dark thing makes a lot more sense if you actually know where you’re going.”

Dean glanced at you in the rearview mirror, one eyebrow arching in annoyance. “If you’re gonna critique the operation, maybe you could lend a hand instead of being a backseat commentator.”

You smirked, your eyes still fixed on the passing trees. “I’m just saying, if the point of all this is to stop someone from dying, the scenic route isn’t exactly helping.”

Sam sighed, lifting the map higher to block out both of you. “We’re close,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

A few minutes later, Sam pointed toward a turnoff, and Dean steered the Impala down a narrow gravel path. The headlights illuminated the overgrown edges of a driveway that seemed to vanish into darkness. Finally, the car rolled to a stop in front of a crumbling Victorian house, its crooked silhouette looming against the storm-heavy sky.

The three of you stepped out of the car, the cold air wrapping around you like a shroud. The house looked like it had been plucked from a nightmare—its windows gaping like hollow eyes, the front door whipping against it’s frame, a wicked thudding sound cutting through the night.

Sam, having ruffled through the trunk's arsenal, slams it back down, “This should be it.”

Dean adjusted his jacket, his other hand resting on the hilt of his gun. “Great. Creepy house in the middle of nowhere. Classic.”

You stepped forward, arms crossed, your gaze sweeping over the property with the kind of detached calm that unnerved them both. You tilted your head, fixed on the energy emitting from the house, “There’s a ghost in there. And a witch.”

Dean turned to you, his brow furrowing. “What? How do you know that?”

You shrugged, tucking your hands into your pockets. “I just do.”

Sam looked between you and the house, his frown deepening. “Wait—what do you mean, you just know? Are you sensing them or something?”

“Something like that. I recognize the change in frequency, the way the world around us reacts to things like ghosts and witches.” You glanced back at them, your cool expression rivaling their shared bewilderment. “These are things not of this earth, it’s gonna disrupt the natural energy around it—can you stop looking at me like that?” You huff, a slight unease crawling up your skin as you feel the words you speak setting each brother more on edge. 

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but Sam cut in, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright. Let’s just figure this out. Come on.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The storm rumbled above, thunder rolling like an omen as the three of you stepped onto the warped wooden porch.

The house swallowed you whole as you stepped inside, the door’s thudding coming to a creaking halt behind you like a final warning. The air was suffocating, heavy with the scent of mildew and something acrid that clung to the back of your throat. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the peeling wallpaper, flickering in the dim glow of Sam’s flashlight as he swept it across the room.

“Not exactly Home Sweet Home,” Dean muttered, his voice low but carrying in the oppressive silence.

“It’s too quiet,” Sam said, his brows furrowing.

You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing as you scanned the room. That same, familiar pull stirred in your chest, the one that told you something wasn’t right. “It’s not quiet. It’s waiting.”

They both glanced at you, but before they could question the cryptic remark, a faint noise drew your attention. It was a whisper—no, a murmur—coming from deeper inside the decaying house.

Dean signaled for everyone to move. He led the way cautiously, his gun drawn, while Sam kept close behind, an iron bar in one hand and his flashlight in the other, cutting a narrow path through the darkness. You followed, your senses prickling with every step.

The sound grew louder as you approached the living room, where the faint glow of candles illuminated the witch. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes glossing in the beam of Sam’s flashlight, nothing but the whites of her eyes showing. Her lips moving monotonously in a silent chant. Strange symbols marked the floor around her, drawn in dark, sticky strokes that gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Dean’s grip on his gun tightened. “Looks like she’s having a one-sided chat with Casper.”

“She’s talking to the dead,” you corrected, your voice sharp and quiet. “But this isn’t dangerous magic. This is typical witch work—necromancy. Nothing that should’ve caused what Missouri saw.”

As if in answer to your words, the witch convulsed violently, her body arching as a guttural scream tore from her throat. Her head snapped up, her rolled back eyes now dark and sunken, filled with malice that didn’t belong to her. The candles around her flared and extinguished in an instant, plunging the room into darkness. A sickly screeching moan rolled out of her throat, reverberating off the walls in a lewd symphony. 

“Dean—”

Before the warning could fully leave your lips, the witch lunged—her speed unnatural, a blur of motion that barely gave Dean time to react. His gun barked, the salt round hitting her dead center in the chest, but it only staggered her for a heartbeat before she charged again, relentless.

The ringing in your ears was the first signal, a primal alarm buried deep in your being. It yanked at you like a marionette string pulled taut, instincts igniting like wildfire. Your irises burned with an otherworldly green glow, the power surging through you as you stepped between Dean and the witch without thought, without hesitation.

She struck, but your body moved faster. Nails extended into razor-sharp claws, wicked and unnatural, catching her neck in a vice-like grip. The momentum of her attack pushed you both back, but with a snarl, you twisted her around, slamming her spine into the hard ground. The impact sent a tremor through the earth, and you crouched over her like a predator caging its prey.

Her strength was monstrous, bone-deep and unyielding, matching yours blow for blow. But your heightened senses sharpened the world around you—the subtle shifts of her muscles telegraphing her next move as if time itself had slowed. You dodged, countered, and struck, every movement calculated and feral.

It wasn’t enough. Her bony fingers found their mark, clawing into the flesh of your neck with a strength that burned. Pain flared white-hot, momentarily cracking your focus. That single heartbeat of distraction was all she needed.

With a guttural roar, she surged upward, her raw power overwhelming yours. You hit the ground hard, the breath punched from your lungs as the world tilted sideways. The earth felt cold and unyielding beneath you, your vision narrowing as her shadow loomed, but the green fire in your eyes refused to dim.

Dean’s voice cuts through the chaos, “get off her!”

The witch was wrenched away as Dean grabbed her from behind, pulling her up and slamming her against the wall. At the same time, Sam dove forward, a fistful of salt in his hand. He shoved it into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it as she thrashed violently.

The ghost detached itself with a bloodcurdling scream, their opposing forms flickering in a pale light as the spirit ripped itself from the witch’s body—dissipating into the air. The witch crumpled to the floor, barely conscious, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Dean crouched beside you, his hand on your shoulder. “You good?”

“Peachy,” you muttered, wincing as you pushed yourself upright.

Sam knelt by the witch, checking her pulse before lifting her into his arms. “She’s alive. We need to get her out of here.”

The three of you hurried back to the Impala, the thunderstorm whipping a raging wind outside. Sam laid the witch in the backseat, her eyes fluttering open as she stirred.

“What were you doing in there?” Dean demanded, his voice sharp and cutting through the tension like a blade.

The witch’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her voice rasping, “I was... I was trying to contact a spirit. For a customer.” She swallowed hard, her words trembling but steadying. “She said... she said she needed closure.”

Sam’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as he crouched beside her. “What spirit?”

Tears welled in her eyes, glistening in the faint moonlight slipping through gray clouds. “Evelyn,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Evelyn Monterose. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I’ve done this ritual a hundred times, but this... this wasn’t normal.” Her trembling hands gripped the fabric of her skirt, knuckles white as if clinging to a sense of reality slipping away.

“Hecate.” you retort dryly, each brother tossing you a sideways glance, brows furrowed. 

“What?” The woman throws out meekly. 

“Alright, it’s alright,” Sam soothed, his focus back on the shaken woman, his concern bled through his soft tone. “You’re safe now.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly as his fury bubbled beneath the surface. His boots crunched on the gravel as he stepped forward, but Sam raised a hand, cutting him off.

Dean exhaled sharply through his nose, his green eyes dark with frustration as he turned toward the Impala. “We gotta burn that ghost, Sammy,” he growled, already making his way to the driver’s side, his movements brisk and purposeful.

“Hold on a minute, Dean,” Sam argued, standing to his full height. “We need to get this woman to a hospital.”

Dean spun back, his expression hard as steel. “Fine,” he bit out through gritted teeth, his irritation barely contained. “Drop me and the cat off at the graveyard. We’ll find the grave. You take her.”

Sam hesitated, his gaze flicking between Dean’s stubborn resolve and the witch’s tear-streaked face. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, okay. That works.”

The night air was thick with tension as Dean climbed into the Impala, his jaw set like granite. Sam’s worried glances kept finding you and the witch in the rearview mirror. The car rumbled to life, its low growl matching the storm brewing in Dean’s expression. As they pulled away, the headlights swept across the trees, their shadows stretching long and ominous, like specters watching them vanish into the night.

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The graveyard was silent save for the steady scraping of Dean’s shovel against the compact earth. The storm had subsided, leaving a thick fog in it’s wake. The mist snaked around dozens of headstones, the moonlight casting crooked shadows across the wet grass. Dean stood knee-deep in the hole he’d been digging, dirt smudged across his face and arms, his flannel rolled up to his elbows. 

“Y’know,” Dean called over his shoulder, pausing to swipe a forearm across his sweat-dampened brow, “this ain’t that bad. Good ol’ manual labor. Builds character.”

You stood at the edge of the freshly dug grave, arms crossed, the toe of your boot idly nudging a loose clump of dirt. Your unimpressed expression spoke volumes. “Says the man who looks like he lost a fight with a mud monster.”

Dean smirked, the corners of his mouth twitching as he patted the shovel against the growing mound of damp earth. “What, scared of a little dirt? I figured you were tougher than that. Especially after watching you go after that witch like a rabid animal.”

You rolled your eyes, his teasing hitting a little too close to the rawness of instinct. “You were in danger. That sort of thing... triggers something in me. It’s not exactly flattering to be summoned into fight mode like some wild beast.”

“Flattering?” He grunted as he hefted another shovelful of dirt over his shoulder, the wet soil landing with a satisfying slap. “Nope. But it was pretty damn awesome.”

You snorted at his boyish grin, unable to suppress the laugh bubbling up from your chest. “Mhm, save the compliments, Hunter-boy. I’m still not getting in that grave.”

Dean jabbed the shovel into the ground and leaned on it, looking up at you with that familiar mix of challenge and mischief. “Oh, come on. You’ve been around for centuries. Don’t tell me this is where you draw the line.”

Your gaze locked on his, narrowing as you weighed his words. There was something disarmingly genuine in the way he stood there, dirt-smudged and grinning like a kid getting away with mischief. It was such a stark contrast to the tense chaos of the day that it gave you pause.

With an exaggerated sigh, you uncrossed your arms, letting them drop to your sides. “Fine. But only because I can’t stand the sound of your voice when you’re trying to be persuasive.”

His triumphant grin spread wide as you hopped down into the grave, your boots sinking into the freshly turned soil. You grabbed the second shovel leaning against the mound and thrust it into his waiting hand.

Dean chuckled as he took it, the lightheartedness in his tone cutting through the weight of the night. “See? Teamwork. It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, your lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Just dig.”

Together, the two of you worked in near silence, the rhythmic crunch of shovels biting into damp earth filling the cool night air. Shadows stretched and shifted under the pale light of the moon, and the sharp scent of churned soil mingled with the distant rustle of leaves. When the coffin finally came into view, Dean wiped his brow with the back of his hand and hoisted himself out of the grave. He moved to the duffel bag lying nearby, pulling out the salt and lighter fluid.

“You want the honors?” he offers, holding up the matchbox with a casual flick of his wrist.

“Be my guest,” you step back, confirming your words to let him take the lead.

Dean poured the salt, the grains scattering over the brittle remains like sand over stone, and doused the coffin with lighter fluid, the acrid smell stinging your nose. When he struck a match, the tiny flame bloomed into life, painting his face in flickering golds and oranges. He dropped it into the grave, and the fire roared up instantly, heat pulsing against your skin as the flames devoured the remains.

The two of you stood in the glow of the fire, watching as it hissed and cracked, sending embers spiraling into the mist laced yard. For a long moment, the world around you was silent save for the blaze, the gravestones standing sentinel in the silver moonlight.

“I chose this.”

The words tumbled from your lips, breaking the quiet. Dean turned to you, his brows knitting together in surprise. “What?”

“This,” you repeated, motioning vaguely toward yourself. “The curse. Being a familiar. I chose it.”

Dean’s expression hardened, a flicker of confusion and curiosity in his green eyes. “Why the hell would you choose to live like this?”

Your gaze dropped to the fire, its reflection dancing in your irises. “I had to,” your voice carried the weight of tucked away pain. “It was either me or one of my sisters. Hecate demanded a sacrifice, and I wasn’t going to let her take any of them.” 

You swallowed hard, your tone softening, though, still laced with bitterness. “So, I volunteered. Figured I could handle it. Immortality, servitude—whatever it took to keep them safe. Let them live a full life and die when their time came.”

Dean was quiet, his face unreadable as he stared at you. His eyes bore into your face, but you couldn’t find the strength to lift your gaze from the fire. It was a confession so buried, words not a single soul ever cared to hear. Releasing the truth felt like baring your neck to hands that could snap the life from you if they wanted to. 

Finally, he spoke in a whisper, the usual bite to his husky voice slipping into a gentle ease. “Huh. Can’t argue with that.”

You shrugged, trying to shove the vulnerability away. “It’s ancient history now, another page in the book of myths. Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” 

“Why’s that?”

He shrugged, the weight of his words hidden behind his usual nonchalance creeping back into the corners of his tone. “Maybe I had the wrong idea about you.”

The unexpected tenderness of those words made you falter, your shoulders stiffening against the strange sensation of being seen. Vulnerability clawed at your chest, small and unfamiliar. You managed the faintest tight-lipped grin, but quickly looked away, clearing your throat to break the moment. “Alright, I think I like you better when you’re glaring at me like I ruined your life. Are we done here?”

Dean nodded, a knowing smile creeping in as he stepped away from the grave now reduced to embers. “Yeah, we’re done. But next time? You’re doing all the digging.”

“Not a chance,” you shot back, brushing past him and heading toward the Impala.

Dean’s chuckle carried through the air between, his footsteps crunching softly as he followed. “We’ll see about that.”

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Read it on AO3 - or just expand and enjoy :)

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“There are other ways to prove your point to this babbling, bumbling, band of baboons, Gaunt, you know that right?” Sebastian murmured, his voice barely audible as he watched his friend confidently stride up to the dueling platform. 

“No, there aren’t” Ominis retorted, his words sharp and unyielding.

Professor Hecat sighed before raising her voice to the gathered students, asking who would duel Ominis. But no one batted an eye. The students were a sea of restless glances, their eyes darting everywhere but towards the teacher. They found solace in the dancing leaves of the trees, the drifting clouds in the sky, even the rusted greenhouses nearby.

Ominis stood alone, a solitary figure on the platform, a fresh piece of meat awaiting selection in the butchery. He held his wand with a firm grip, golden locks catching the light as the breeze whispered through them. Despite appearances, he was a formidable duelist, a fact well-known to Sebastian, who had ensured his best friend knew exactly how to predict and defend himself from attacks, especially when it came to dueling. 

After a tense pause, a hand shot up decisively among the rigid crowd of students. “I’ll go against him.”

Ominis recognized that voice immediately, a familiar melody in the air. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a thrill coursed through his veins as his blood turned cold with excitement. A smile crept onto his face; his girl was not going to let him stand alone.

Professor Hecat smiled warmly but quickly interjected, “Miss Morgana, wands only, no magic rings, otherwise you’ll have an unfair advantage over—”

“Let her, professor. She’ll need that advantage,” Ominis interrupted with a smirk that danced across his lips, while Lorra raised her eyebrow in a playful challenge.

Professor Hecat nodded in agreement, acknowledging the playful tension. A chorus of “ooouh” erupted from the gathered students, adding an electrifying buzz to the atmosphere. 

“Good thing I brought extra Wiggenweld potions” Garreth whispered to Poppy as they maneuvered through the crowd to secure a prime spot in the front row next to Sebastian. 

Lorra leapt gracefully onto the dueling stand, her rings materializing with a loud snap of her fingers. Her pointy wand rested securely in the strap on her thigh. She adopted a classic western battling stance, leaning slightly forward, knees bent, with her hand poised above her thigh, ready to draw; unlike Ominis, who stood with his wand in front of his face and a firm stand. 

“I want a fair and square duel. Know your limits, Slytherins. I don’t want to expel either of you from my class for the rest of the course” The teacher warned, casting a shimmering protective barrier between the duelists and the students. 

Ominis fixed his gaze in Lorra’s direction, his eyes like twin pools of ice-blue determination. The air between them crackled with tension, as he yearned to prove his point. Yet Lorra was equally resolved; she had no intention of making it easy for him. 

He wanted a duel? A duel he’ll get.

“Begin!” Professor Hecat finally shouted with excitement. 

"Now Lorra, please, duel me like y-"

“ Everte Statum ” Lorra yelled the instant she had the green light.

Unfortunately, Ominis was caught off guard. He was sent hurtling backwards through the air like a rag doll, landing hard on his back with a resounding thud, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs in a painful whoosh. 

"Ominis!" Sebastian shouted instinctively as the girl advanced toward the blonde, her wand poised and ready to unleash Depulso upon him. 

But Ominis’s reflexes were quicker than a flash. " Decendo !" his wand emitted a dazzling blue light that shot towards the girl. The force of the spell pushed her downwards with a sudden, fierce force. She barely managed to brace herself, thrusting her elbows against her chest to prevent a face-first collision with the platform beneath her.

“TURNS! TAKE TURNS!” Professor Hecat called out at them “Haven't you payed attention to any-“

“ Bombarda! ” 

“ Protego, Stupify! ” 

Lorra barely dodged the last spell, her heart racing with the thrill of the duel. “-Stupify-!?” She echoed with a grin. “Fine, let’s get dirty then. Glacius ”

The air around Ominis crackled as the ice spell hit, feeling a sudden chill that struck his feet, rooting him to the ground in a frigid grip. The cold crept upward, encasing him in a crystalline cocoon from his feet to just above his knees. “Incendio!” 

Lorrain was preparing to launch another spell when the roaring flames surged toward her. 

Poppy gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she feared the worst for her friend, who vanished in the blaze. She and Garreth were on the verge of protesting when Sebastian intervened, halting them with a firm hand. “Professor Hecat will know when to call it out. You two stay put and enjoy this.”

Emerging through the flames, Lorrain stood unscathed and amused, the fire had turned a bright purple upon encountering her enchanted rings. With a confident smile, she retrieved her wand and gracefully twirled her hands in a rolling motion. “ Tornus .” 

A fiery tornado spun rapidly between the two students, quickly moving towards Ominis. Fortunately, he had already escaped his icy trap and was prepared to cast Aguamenti . A powerful jet of water struck the tornado, weakening its force but not completely extinguishing it. Thick smoke began to billow in all directions, obscuring Lorra’s vision. 

“ Ventus Tria! ” The incantation blew the smoke to the girl's opposite side, and once her sight cleared, she found Ominis’ wand just inches from her nose. " Levioso " He casted, causing Lorra to rise several feet off the ground. She grunted in protest. Ominis was well aware of her dislike for that spell, and she knew he was aware of it.

“Call it quits?” Professor Hecat said, trying to keep the tension alive. 

“He wishes” Lorra shouted, forming a triangle with her hands, " Fini— "

" Descendo " Ominis casted before she could complete her spell gestures, causing her to hit the platform. Hard . "Shit. Did I go too far?" Ominis paused for a moment, questioning himself. “Lorra I’m so sorr—”

The other students gasped at his aggressive move against his opponent, who immediately rolled to her side and quickly got on her knees, touching the platform with both hands and stomping forcefully, " Deprimo ."

The platform shattered, bringing Ominis down with it. The blonde lost his balance and fell flat on his face. “There, now we’re even” She purred and stood up, aiming her hands at Ominis, she clenched her fists, while he firmly gripped his wand and swiftly moved it in front of him.

“Waddiwasi! - Protego!”

They both yelled their incantations. 

In that instant, all the small pieces of shattered wood flew straight towards Ominis, but his shield was already up, protecting him just in time. 

A first-year student, driven by curiosity, approached Sebastian and asked, "Why doesn't she just let him win? I mean, poor guy, he's... you know..." Sebastian turned to the young Ravenclaw with a sidelong glance. "He is just... what?" Sallow asked sharply. "Go on, finish your sentence."

"B-blind?" The kid stammered nervously, realizing his mistake.

Sebastian laughed at the innocent logic. He had thought similarly when he first met Ominis. "Sight is crucial for dueling, but it's not everything. Lorrain is a fierce duelist but gets impatient quickly; she prefers to end duels rapidly." He pointed to the girl, who was visibly growing frustrated. "Honestly, I've never lasted this long against her in a duel. And then there's my brother, right there," He gestured to Ominis, who continued casting spells and taking hits. "He's very patient and strategic with his spell repertoire. Both styles are effective, you know. "

Right after casting Obscuro , a dark blue bandana shot from Ominis’ wand, wrapping tightly around Lorra’s face. She staggered back, pulling it off, but by the time she did, Ominis had vanished, concealed by the Disillusionment charm. For all Lorra knew, he could be anywhere.

Frustrated, she instinctively cast a nonverbal Revelio . The familiar "ding" hung in the air, revealing her opponent’s location: right behind her. Swiftly, she raised her right hand to her chin and yelled “ Accio Vest! ”. Ominis was suddenly pulled in front of her, becoming visible at last.

“You’re disqualified,darling” He declared with a satisfied grin. “My plan worked”

Realizing her mistake, Lorra’s smile faded. She rolled her eyes and used a subtle upward flick of her fingers to perform a nonverbal Levioso on the young Gaunt, lifting him just a few inches off the ground. "Ex-pe-lliar-mus, Oms ," she teased softly, as she slowly took Ominis' wand from his hand. "Technically, I won."

Ominis grinned, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "No, you didn’t, Meva "

"Mr. Gaunt is the winner," announced Professor Hecat as she approached the duelists. A voice among the confused students rose, voicing what everyone was thinking, "What? But he lost! Lorrain took his wand, didn’t she?"

“Non verbal spells aren’t allowed in School Duels, Poppy” Lorrain said with a grimace. 

"Understanding your opponent's weaknesses is your greatest advantage, not the number of spells you can memorize," Professor Hecat instructed her class. "What have we learned —yet again— Miss Morgana?" she continued, arms crossed as the class applauded enthusiastically. 

"That patience is the most powerful weapon, Miss Hecat," the girl replied, drawing out her words. 

"Good, now get Mr. Gaunt down from there, and everyone, stop clapping. She wasn't following the school rules, so there's no reason to celebrate." 

Sebastian quickly joined his friends. They had only got a few minor scratches, nothing a quick Episkey couldn't heal. He glimpsed and smiled at them proudly. 

"Now that was a duel! I proved everyone wrong," Ominis remarked cheerfully, his voice carrying a note of self pride as Lorrain returned his wand. His smile was radiant and genuine, transforming his entire face and features, lighting them up like sunrise “ And Lorra, thank you, for… you know… not holding back".

Lorra blinked a few times, snapping out of her personal trance after seeing him smile like that. She let out a quiet chuckle "Why would I?".

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👉I wanted to explain how Lorra battles with her rings, and what a better way to do it than with a duel! 👉 She needs to "draw" the pattern of the incantation in order for it to be casted from her rings. 👉 All the spells used are either from the movies, games or books. The only one I invented was "Tornus". Hope it made sense :D !

[randomgurl2326]

Silver Springs

Luke Castellan x Hecate!reader

Summary: Luke cheats on Y/N and she finds out before their band’s biggest gig ever. Y/N looks back on all the obvious signs

Warnings: mean!Luke, toxic!luke, gaslighting, cheating, mentions of cheating, overall shitty writing

A/N: This was originally going to be very different. I liked the concept but I think i did a very shitty job on this. Definitely not my best. Anyway, thank you for reading and feedback is ALWAYS ALWAYS appreciated. Love you guys

You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

This summer was the worst yet. Sure, your mother had claimed you. Sure, your siblings were nice. Sure, you had the most recognized band in Long Island Sound. Sure, you had the best—

Oh, wait, not anymore. You no longer had the “best” “most caring” boyfriend. What a load of shit. The Hermes boy had cheated on you for almost three whole months without you knowing. In all honesty, it was so fucking obvious. The one time you chose to believe the good instead of letting your head telling you the “lies” he always said it fed you.

Again, what a load of shit.

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

You were in the dressing room waiting for Clarissa right before your band—Half Of Us—played the biggest gig of your minuscule lives.

Clarissa comes barreling in through the door as you hum and bite your nails, “I need you to forget everything that has happened this summer and sing your heart out like you never have before because there are about a thousand people out there.”

You grab the girl’s shoulders, “hey, hey, calm down. Nothing’s happened and nothing is going to happen, okay? I need you to sit and calm down.” You lead her to the couch in the corner of the dressing room and hand her a water bottle to drink.

Clarissa thanks you and takes a sip but still pants a little as she speaks, “Okay, okay. I may have gotten a little ahead of myself there. I’m good… Yeah, I’m good now.” She lets your words sink into her and she frowns. “Wow, I totally would’ve thought you would’ve freaked out once he told you. I mean, what Luke did to you-“

Your eyebrows cinch as you think, “wait. What did Luke do to me?”

“Wait, wait, he hasn’t told you? He told me-“ Clarisse curses. “That bastard! He told me he told you!”

You yell out confused and angry, “CLARISSE! What did Luke do?”

Her face drops as she looks into your eyes and tells you. “Sweetie- I don’t know-“

You like her straight into her eyes, “tell me.”

She sighs holds onto your arms. “Luke’s been cheating on you,” her words come out rushed, “with Shane.”

That fucking Aphrodite bitch.

So I'll begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin'

I'll say I loved you years ago

Tell myself you never loved me, no

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know

As you sit there with Clarisse and taking it in Luke and the boys come in howling and laughing. Once the three of them look at you and your heartbroken face they quickly quiet down.

Chris is the first to speak and try to break the silence, “woah, what’s with the bum fest—“

Before he can finish you get up and rush into Luke and push him up against the wall, “what the fuck is wrong with you, huh!?!? I loved you with everything I had! Everything! And you ruin it all for some fucking bimbo who bats her eyelashes at you!?!? Answer me!”

The boys are all quiet as you hold Luke by his shirt against the wall and Clarisse who’s looking proud.

When he doesn’t answer you tell again. “Answer me, Luke Castellan!”

“Yes, okay! I cheated on you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” He practically roars at you as you yell. You let go of shirt and push him.

Your eyes sting as tears pool at your waterline. You have to push them back and will your voice not to break as you speak, “I bet she was real pretty, huh? Let me guess, she told you she loved you after the first time you fucked her and you let her believed you did. Was it fucking worth it, Castellan? Breaking my heart just to hurt hers next? You know what, I don’t even want to know!”

“Listen, Y/N, it meant nothing,” he tried to speak but you shut him up with a glare and point right in his face. “Two months means nothing? Oh well, loving you must’ve meant nothing, Castellan. Based on that logic, you never even knew me!”

You choke down a sob as you let your hand rip and look up, eventually looking straight into his dark eyes, “other than anything band related, I never want speak to you. I never want to see you. I never want you hear from you. I don’t even want to smell you! Is that understood?”

You back up from the boy and grab a bottle of day-old Jack Daniel’s and chug as you see the two other boys looking at you wide-eyed, “don’t even get me started on you two.”

You walk out the door as your guys’ manager was coming in to tell you to get on stage.

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

All five of you walk out onto the meticulously set stage and wave out to the crowd. Clarisse goes to stand behind her keyboard, Beckendorf sits on his drum stool, Chris stands on the lady picking up his bass, Luke—in his downtrodden glory at being caught—slides his guitar strap on, and you in your almost drunk state goes to the mic stand.

Your flowy cream-white sleeves drape around your arms as you take ahold of the mic stand and speak into the mic, addressing the roaring crowd, “how’s everybody tonight?” Your words don’t even slur and the fans roar even louder. “Alright, alright. Not so bad, you laugh a little, “y’know, tonight is a very special night. Yes, a very special night indeed… But, before i get into that, i have a question for you all: have any of you ever been cheated on?” The crowd roars on in agreement. “So, a few of you? You guys know how that feels like right? Your heart starts beat in’ fast and you feel like the whole relationship was a lie?” You look to Luke who’s already staring at you, “well, this new song is all about how that feeling feels. Everybody, this is Silver Springs…”

The crowd roars at the sound of a new song and Clarisse plays the opening chord on her keyboard as you look at Luke.

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

Flashback One

“Luke, can’t you just understand how I feel for a second? I mean, seeing my boyfriend, that I love flirting with another girl-“

Luke takes your shoulders and his soft eyes make you melt as he looks at you with such tenderness, “sweetheart, nothing is going on with Shane and I, okay? She just needed help with some stuff in the Aphrodite cabin. Selena was there, okay? You know I love only you. C’mere.”

He leads you into his arms in a tight embrace and your insecurities melt as you close your eyes and sigh, “I know, I know. I’m just being silly, Luke. I love you.”

He rubs your back and kisses your forehead, “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

What a fucking lier.

Flashback Two

You and Clarisse are sitting by the lake sharpening daggers as she speaks up, “we got a new Aprhodite camper today. Did you see?”

You smile, “yeah, Shane I think? She seems nice.”

Clarisse laughs, “yeah, other than her totally looking up Luke today when he was showing her around. She seemed so nice when she was trying to pull the moves on your boyfriend.”

Clarisse and you laugh a little at her joke, “Luke wouldn’t do anything with her. I mean, he loves me. He wouldn’t do that. Even if she is really pretty.”

The Ares girl gets serious and nudges your shoulder, “hey, you’re really pretty, too. I mean, come on. It’s Luke we’re talking about here. That boy follows you around like a little puppy.” She puts her hands up and looks up at you mocking the way Luke looks at you, “‘oh please, master Y/N. What do you need me to do next?’ That boy is down bad.”

You laugh and shove her, “he does not! Chris is worse than him.” You copy the girl’s earlier actions, “‘Saint Clarisse, I will win all of your affections. Tell me what I must do!’ He’s a hound, Clarisse.”

“I know, we just attract pathetic men.”

“That’s for damn certain.”

Oh, how right you were.

Flashback 3

You were sitting on your bed in the Hecate cabin waiting for Luke to come and pick you up for your three month anniversary date. He scrambles in thirty minutes late looking disheveled.

“Pretty girl, I am so, so sorry. I got a little sidetracked but I got everything ready, and I got cleaned up-“ you cut off his ramblings with a short kiss and pull back as you taste tangerine gum—he hates tangerine.

You decide to put that thought away and calms his soul-called nerves and smile. “Hey, you’re hear now. That’s all that matters. It’s our anniversary. I can’t wait to see what you planned.”

Luke leads you out of the cabin, “you’ll love it pretty girl. I love your dress…”

Tangerine, huh?

Flashback Four

Luke is grabbing onto his head as he talks, “y’know, sometimes I feel like you jealousy and insecurity are too much. We were having a nice time until you decided to bring up Shane-“

“You mean the girl you’ve been hangin out with more than your own girlfriend? Yeah, my jealousy is totally the thing coming between us right now, Luke.” You cross your arms and clench your jaw as you look at Luke with a piercing glare.

He sighs and groans, “she was trying to help me figure out the best gift to give you for your birthday! She isn’t here all year, so I had to ask her before the summer ended! Gods, you had to ruin the surprise, didn’t you?”

You look down and feel a pang in your chest as you leer into your boyfriend’s chocolate eyes with un-needed guilt, “I-I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t know… Gods, I’m the worst. She was trying to help you get a present for me. Luke, I’m sor-“

Before you can finish he takes you into his big, warm arms, “it’s okay, I forgive you. Next time don’t make such a big deal, okay? She was helping me. I love you, and only you.” He kisses your forehead.

You nod, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

Help? Yeah, she helped him.

Present

As all those memories flood back, so do the feelings from each one of those memories. You close your eyes as you clench the mic; pouring your soul out for each and every one of these people to hear. Eventually, you open yours again and look to Luke who’s no longer looking at you, but to the front row.

You look to who or what he’s looking at as see-

Of-fucking-course it was Shane.

Was I such a fool?

I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

As the song goes on you walk about the stage and jam out with Chris, Charlie, and Clarisse. You go back-to-back with Chris as he fires off a deep riff on his bass, you hang with Charlie as he beats away on his drums, and you sit down with Clarisse as she slowly plays her keys.

And as you finally get to Luke you sway with him and smile at him and he smiles back, believing that you “came to your senses” and forgave him. You lean in to his lips and swerve at the last second; whispering, “we’re fucking over you manwhore. Get over your fucking self.”

You walk away from him—almost strutting—putting the mic back on the stand just in time to look back at him—smiling—and sing the final lyrics that would haunt him for years to come, resonating throughout the arena as her voice wrapped around his heart. Squeezing like a vice.

“I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me… You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you”

[shinehalley]

I have a lot of important things to do, but what if instead I asked myself which cabin at Camp Half-Blood from Percy Jackson each character from Penny Dreadful belonged to?

Vanessa Ives is, in my mind, from Cabin 3 (Poseidon). I know the whole "Mother of Darkness" thing sounds like someone from Cabin 13 (Hades) or even a Cabin 20 (Hecate), but I feel like Vanessa is much more of a free, self-possessed creature who has deep conversations with the forgotten, which doesn't restrict her to death or magic. Plus, she says several times that she likes the ocean, so I think she's pretty much a Cabin 3. (I like to think of Mina Murray as a child of Neptune since they both grew up on the coast and have this deep issue of being sisters and, at the same time, not. Plus, it's just like a god to have a child with each neighbor in two different forms.)

Victor Frankenstein is a kid from Cabin 9 (Hephaestus), no less. At first I thought he might be from Cabin 6 (Athena) or even Cabin 7 (Apolo), but considering his ineptitude with people and the romantic soul that is easily enchanted by beauty, I say Cabin 9 without any shadow of a doubt in my heart. (I was a little confused about which Cabin fit Henry Jekyll best and I went back and forth between Cabin 5 (Ares) and Cabin 6 (Athena), but in the end I think the one that truly fits is Cabin 12 (Dionysus). Since he has a very strong relationship with madness and especially trying to contain impulses typically associated with debauchery, I thought it fit better than the first ideas.)

Ethan Chandler is from Cabin 1 (Zeus), but he doesn't know it yet. He senses that there is something different about him, but refuses to acknowledge it until he meets Vanessa, who has always known her to be a Half-Blood. (Brona always believed that she would never find her place until she resurfaced as Lily and discovered that she was a child of Bellona all along and that because of that she could not relate to others who were of Greek heritage.)

Dorian could be either from Cabin 10 (Aphrodite) or Cabin 18 (Hebe) or Cabin 12 (Dionysus), or even of a much more Roman than Greek heritage, in my opinion, and I think part of the fun of him is that we'll never know for sure. (As for Angelique, I'm sure she's a kid from Cabin 10 (Aphrodite), but she never found out because she doesn't believe that she is a person who was born for beauty and love despite being everything she is with so much desire and happiness.)

Sir Malcolm is definitely from Cabin 11 (Hermes) because of his uncontrollable adventurous spirit, although I think he likes to think he's much closer to Cabin 5 (Ares). (Sembene isn't a Half-Blood, but for some reason he can see through the Mist and no one is questioning his reasons for that.)

The witches are from Cabin 18 (Hebe), except Joan Clayton who is from Cabin 20 (Hecate) and Hecate Poole, ironically, from Cabin 13 (Hades) because Evelyn wanted her daughter to be descended from a powerful god. Catriona is a Hunter of Artemis who was originally from Cabin 26 (Thanatos). Creature/Caliban/John Clear believed he was from Cabin 7 (Apollo), but he was actually a lost child of Minerva (who are born exactly like the children from Cabin 6 (Athena), but the Romans don't know.). Justine is from Cabin 16 (Nemesis) and so doesn't mind following a leader of Roman heritage.

[over-powered-reader-insert]

Two Kings and a Heir

Ghost king Nico Di Angelo meets Ghost king Danny Fenton who meets Damain Wayne after some how being launched in to the dc univers ( Nico and Danny that is)

Danny needed a safe place as his univers is nolonger ( reaveal gone wrong)

Nico isn't sure how he got into the dc universe but he's knows that he's not in his new work any more ( takes place before the trils of Apollo)

Because ghost work diifertly in the dc universe Danny would have relearn how to use his powers: ie control over his ice core, intangibility, invisibility, ghostly wail, eco blast ect. His ghost sense is going haywire, half going off. There's no puff of mist leaving his mouth, but is has his entire body tense. Danny learns quickly that the ghost of this world works differently, no one but him can see them, and even then it's hard for him the see them half the time. ( it's just a slivery after image in hisn periphery but they disappear when he tries to look at them head on.)

Hunger still affects Danny, not as much as before the accident, but he's still half human and he still need to eat. Something cheep and greasy. There were no nasty burger here, just a place called bat burger where he clocks an nother kid around his age as being something more then a laminar but close to a halfa like him, developing core maybe?

Nico new that he wasn't in New York anymore when he woke up, and he's quick to learn that he's in jersey, in a city call gotham. A place that didn't exist before. he's half scared that he was placed in the lotus casino again, he knows that's impossable. but the fear lingers. ( it happens once but who's to say that it won't happen again?) Nico needed information, he don't know where he is, when he is , so he plans to summon a ghost. But first he needs a happy meal.

The clost thing to a mc' Donald's is a place called bat burger. There Nico meets Danny, and they both clock each other as pooled who has an extremely association with death, and the underworld. Another child of hades? Maybe.

Silent communication passed he tween the two of them. The cashier clears her throat, and Danny orders first before stepping to the side and lingering awkwardly behind the other boy as he places his order, a kids meal. The kid walks to a booth at the back, one shrouded in shadows. Danny is half compiled to follow, every time he meets a halfa they tried to kill him first and get to know him second. But so far this was going great. He joins the kid at the booth.

Silence lingers between then the boy stared out the window at the few passing cars, Danny decided to pick at napickn, a black stylized bat decorated the corner. How was she supposed to go about this with out fist flying? He's not at his strongest at the moment. He's been doing good so far at ignoring the ach of the vivisection wound. Hastily stitched half healed, sleeping and eating would heald the thing faster, he just need a place to sleep, and stock up kn canned food and granola bars. Maybe he could break into one of the abandon buildings.

" Nico." The boys said suddenly.

Um

What?

Name, name, names. That was his name. He should-

" Danny! Yeah... call me Danny."

This was a good start, names are good. It doesn't matter that he's on the sudden verg of panic, or that he was getting a migraine from the constant half use of his ghost sense.

" son of hades?" Nico asked tentatively as I'd he was sharing a secret.

" what? No my dad isn't-"

" Hecate then, she's your mother right? Your too old not to know who your godly parent is, and you can't be unclaimed." Nico said in a rapid wishper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to attack.

" No wait, dude calm down, I think I know what's going on." But before he could answer they were called to get food. Looking over his shoulder the cashier looked unimpressed. Right food, the original reason why he's here.

Part two later

[brunnismemorybank]