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fanficfreekspn · 4 years ago

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1-2: Curses All Around (4)

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Dean and Sam watched as Lily strapped blade after blade, daggers of all sizes to her legs and waist as they prepared for their trip. Suddenly, an extremely gutteral growl echoed through the room and they turned to Sam.

"Oh my God," he placed his hand on his stomach. "This is miserable."

"I couldn't even sit down to buckle my boots," Lily complained. "This Biccus the Brave is a big bag of dicks," she complained.

"So how do we get to an invisible city?" Dean loaded his gun and slipped it into the back of his jeans.

"First of all, projectile weapons wont work. Leave the guns here."

"No," both brothers answered.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, but we do need to look respectable," she waved her hand, changing herself not only into her true form, but her full fae glory.

"You're sparkly," Dean stared at her.

"And girly," Sam looked worried at his sister's green gown adorned with gold celtic knot work.

"Is that a tiara?" Dean's eyes widened.

"Shut up," she waved her hand again, changing them both into ornate leather vests and trousers, with boots and bracers on their arms.

"Is this Ren Fair crap necessary?" Sam looked less than thrilled.

"Charlie would love this," Dean mumbled.

"You are the half-brothers of fae royalty. It will just be long enough to get Oberon's blessing," she pleaded.

"You both owe me," Dean pointed to both of them. "Like more than just a case of beer, I mean big."

Lily cocked her eyebrow and turned to Sam. "If it means I can go to the bathroom again, I'm good with that."

"Hell yeah," she snapped her fingers and in a flash, they were gone.

The three opened their eyes to find that they were on the edge of a forest, a thick mist setting in.

"Ah, the Mists of Avalon," Dean looked around. "Not as magical as I thought."

"Avalon means 'The Isle of Apples.' We have to make our way through the mist to a bridge that will take us to the island," Lily looked around as her eyes began to glow gold. "Stay together," she took a step as her brothers followed.

"How do you know where to go?" Sam stepped beside her, to her right.

"I don't know," she chewed at her lip. "I'm working on pure intuition right now."

"Now might be a good time to commune with the Borg, sis," Dean suggested.

"We're too close to the four kingdoms of the Sidhe. I have no desire to meet up with the Fam today."

"I see a light," Sam pointed out as they turned and followed him. They arrived at a stone path that led through the mist and to a bridge. The mist magically stopped just at the bridge entrance, but blocking that entrance stood a satyr with large, lovely, magnificent horns.

"Who desires entrance to the Isle of Apples?" he asked.

Lily curtseyed for him before clearing her throat. Sam and Dean bowed as the three stood. "I am Lilwen Manon, daughter of Neimh, granddaughter of Manannan and Fand, great-granddaughter of Llyr. I ask entrance with my half brothers in order to seek audience with Oberon."

"That is King Oberon..."

"He is not my king," her eyes once again began to glow.

"No, I suppose the granddaughter of Fand is not one of King Oberon's fae."

"May we pass?"

He stepped back and bowed to her. "Yes, of course... Princess Lilwen."

She nodded to him before walking onto the bridge and rolling her eyes.

"Nice job," Sam chuckled.

"Princess," Dean added.

"Kiss my ass," she mumbled as they made their way.

Once at the opposite edge of the bridge, they were met by two faeries with wings. "Follow us," they turned and hovered over the ground as they led them down a path to the palace.

"Why don't you have wings?" Dean asked.

Lily pursed her lips as Sam did his best not to smile. "I'll give you wings if you don't..." they were interrupted as the gates opened and they were led down a series of corridors.

"Oh my God, how big is this palace?" Sam complained.

"The more you bitch, the longer he'll make it," Lily informed him.

"My lip is zipped," Dean made a motion to zip and lock his mouth.

The finally took one last turn and arrived at a set of enormous carved stone doors. The faeries waved their hands and opened the doors as they were presented with yet another long walk to Oberon's throne. As they approached him, Sam and Dean were taken aback by his pointy ears, long, blond hair, and antler crown. As they arrived at the foot of his throne, Lily once again curtseyed.

"Princess Lilwen," Oberon nodded. "What brings a half-breed of Danu to my court?"

"My brothers and I are in need of your assistance, My Lord. We ask only for a small favor.""

"A favor?" he offered an amused smile. "From me? Surely your grandmother would be more than happy to see you."

"The curse I wish to break specifically asks that I obtain faerie blood blessed by you."

He cocked his eyebrow. "A curse?"

"A curse, cast back when the Romans invaded Britain. It is archaic and I would imagine at the time thought to be impossible."

"And what faerie would be willing to give up their blood for your spell?"

She swallowed before answering. "Me, My Lord," she answered as Dean and Sam turned to her.

"Are you sure the blood of a mutt will break the curse?" he dug his claws into her, waiting for a reaction.

"I am a fae in Avalon, My Lord. If taken here, it will be pure."

"You are educated in our ways, at least. I would assume that has something to do with your family's genetic memory."

"Danu was wise when she connected us all," she agreed.

"I will bless your blood, child, for one small item in return."

"And what's that?" Dean blurted out.

"A vial of her blood," he didn't bother to look at either human at her sides.

"You would be able to work blood magic on her," Sam spoke up.

"Your human pets are versed in the ways of magic," he smirked.

"My brothers... know a great deal of many things, but Sam is correct. What use have you with my blood?"

"Insurance, my dear, in the event that Fand would turn her army on mine any time in the future."

Her eyes glowed gold for a moment as she consulted the collective. As they returned to their normal blue. "The House of Llyr has agreed."

"Wha... think about this, Lil," Dean begged her.

"It's been decided," she answered as she produced two vials of blood in her hand. She waited as Oberon rose from his throne and stepped down to accept them. He took them from her hand and stared at them for a moment before holding his right hand over them.

"Bal dor, aer, tan ha dour, me bennigañ man gwad," his eyes glowed silver as he spoke, blessing the blood by the powers of earth, air, fire and water in Ancient Breton. His eyes returned to normal as he placed one vial back into her hand.

"Thank you, Oberon," she again curtseyed.

"Thank you, Lilwen. I look forward to seeing how you serve the fae in the future."

She looked at him oddly before turning and walking off. As Sam and Dean caught up with her at the doors, Dean grabbed her arm. "What was that?"

"My family agreed," she spun around to look him in the eye. "They're not going to help with the curses. We got ourselves into this mess, we'll have to get ourselves out."

"You gave him power over you, Lily. He can use your blood for basically anything he wants. To curse, to summon, to imprison, to bind..." Sam scolded her.

"Don't you think I know that?" she hissed. "What choice do I have, Sam? Exactly how are you feeling right now, because I feel like absolute horse crap! I'm tired, thirsty, and hungry, I haven't sat down in hours, and I'm starting to bloat up like a stuffed turkey!"

"Okay," Dean waved his arm between them. "Let's get back and finish off this one so we can decide exactly how we're going to get a demon's heart."

"You can summon Crowley while we..." Sam pointed as they began to walk away.

"You know... Crowley?" Lily asked slowly.

"The King Douchebag from Hell? Yes," Dean rolled his eyes. "I doubt he'd be willing to just hand us over a heart, though."

"You never know," she again bit on the inside of her lip as her stride quickened.

Sam and Dean stopped and looked at one another before following her.

《--¤ 3 Part 5 ¤--》

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years ago

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Bucky somehow gets frozen again but only for a very short time cause its Tony to the rescue. When he wakes the only thing he can do is ask what year it is while trying not to panic. Tony goes into mother hen mode.

You Wanna Build a Snowman?

A/N: Gore warning here for those sensitive to that sort of thing. (severed limbs)

“So much fuss,” the man said, and he really wasn’t a man at all,but a boy in his late teens, someone who should never have drawn theunfavorable attention of the Avengers, “for so small a thing.” He reached forthe band of alien metal hanging off the tree-limb. Tony eyeballed the scene;they didn’t have much longer and the waves of ice-golems that the temple hadunleashed as guardians were slowing the Avengers down. Cap went down in a waveof them, then burst up, spinning like a red-white-blue pinwheel, knockinganimated snowmen in all directions.

“Great,” Clint said, climbing up to a better vantage point. Tonywasn’t watching him, mind you, but the HUD was keeping track of where all theAvengers were, mapping out their relative positions on the combat grid. “We’vegot ourselves an old-fashioned Tolkien human wanna-be here.”

“Only a Tolkien geek would be able to pass the Mandarin’s templetrials,” Natasha said. “I am telling you, censorship is not such a bad thing.Or at least, make sure to give them the wrong answers.”

Hulk smashed into the melee and opened up a good third of thebattlespace in a single swipe. Atta boy, Tony thought, darting into thespace left behind by the Hulk and repulsing a good half dozen; where were theycoming from? If he could just close off the spawn point, that would make thisbattle a lot easier. His boots were losing traction on the icy floor; thecreatures bled some sort of slurry ice-water that froze almost as soon as ithit the stone.

“No, what we need to do is make sure the next Mandarin has moreobscure taste in literature,” Sam said. His guns barely made a dent in the iceand snow monsters, and he would have been the perfect person to zip ahead,except the temple was guarded against fliers. Both Sam and Tony were forced to fighttheir way through on foot. It was that or learn to maneuver in space, somethingSam couldn’t do, and Tony would not.

“What we need to do right now is make sure that Frosty the Snowmandoesn’t put a ring on it,” Tony snapped. He was tired of Ten Rings; the oldMandarin had been old, and while not a good man, he’d been mostly retired. Buthe’d gone and done the whole setting up of Makluan temples and tests to claimthe rings. Which would have been fine, maybe, except that this particularMandarin fuckwit had sent out advertisements, telling people the Ten Rings werein play and fucking daring someone to try to claim them.

The Avengers had been chasing over the globe for weeks now,grabbing the would-be Ring Bearers. The biggest problem seemed to be that therings themselves refused to be contained. If a potential Mandarin solved thepuzzles and obtained the ring, he or she could wield it, but if an Avengerplucked it off their smoking corpse, the ring would vanish and reappear in adifferent temple.

Tony scanned the HUD again. A single red star glinted, totally outof the expected path. “Bucky, baby, sweetheart, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Linin’ up th’ shot, kitten,” the Winter Soldier said.

(mobile users, there is a readmore line here)

Tony finally found him, perched high in the ruins, the rip-tear ofvacuum only inches above his head. Had Bucky crab-crawled the whole way, mereseconds away from being suffocated, frozen solid in space? Tony’s HUD indictedan accelerated heart-rate and rapidly rising blood pressure before Friday sentanother cooling wave of chemicals into the pharmaceutical suite. “Boss, head inthe game,” she scolded.

Just what he needed, a babysitting momma duck AI.

Tony found the spawn point, finally, the shimmering faint tracesof extradimensional energy that was letting the ambulatory popsicles in fromwhatever dimensional disaster they’d come from. “William Tell,” Tony snapped.“I need you over here; sticky up this portal before we get more snowpocalypsereinforcements.”

Clint was so good with his aim that Tony didn’t even bother tostop moving in order to let him get the shots in, he just waited until theexternal mics picked up the gentle thrum of Clint’s bowstring and Tony lit upthe sticky substance as soon as it came in. Together, Tony’s flame-thrower andClint’s arrows worked like a sort of double adhering napalm, grabbing thecreatures and melting them to steam. The battlefield was obscured in the thickmists.

Thor whirled his hammer, clearing the fog.

The Mandarin candidate slid the ring onto his finger. He turned,raised his hand, the white Zero band glittering and catching all the light likea fallen star.

“Ha, gotcha,” Bucky said, soft. A second later, Tony heard the boygasp as Bucky’s bullet went right through the kid’s wrist, nearly severing thehand that bore the ring.

A blast of frost, glittering and deadly, shot from the ring as theboy fell to his knees, screaming.

The frost touched the Winter Soldier and for just a moment,everything was fine.

Then Bucky was captured in an icy shell like a diamond, frozen ina moment of perfect horror. The block teetered on the wall.

Tony had seen this, seen it a dozen times or more. If that blocktouched the ground and shattered, there was no hope. Bucky would be broken,irrevocably and unrecoverable.

“No!”

“Tony!” Steve was running, flat out, toward the far side of thecompound, where Bucky was falling; falling.

Steve threw the shield down in front of him, jumped on it like itwas a fucking snowboard, and Tony gritted his jaw, tracing vector angles; firedthe repulsors to give Steve an extra burst of speed.

Steve caught the Winter Soldier just before the ice block hit theground.

“That has got to be the grossest use of a severed hand I’ve evereven heard of,” Clint said.

They’d made that mistake before, taking the ring off the finger ofa Mandarin contender. So this wasn’t the best idea they’d ever had, but it wasthe only one. They took the severed hand, injected it with some of Tony’snanobot suit controllers and Tony was pretending it was just a… very fleshyversion of the gauntlet in order to manipulate the Zero ring in order to thawout the Winter Soldier.

“Man,” Sam said, shoving at Clint’s shoulder, “here I was sure youhad at least a half-dozen uses for a severed hand.”

Clint licked his lips, looking faintly green around the gills. “Ido. This. Still the grossest.”

“Shut up,” Tony snapped. “And back off, One Direction, you are alltoo up in my space here.”

The problem was, he didn’t have any sort of telepathic connectionto the ring itself. From what Tony understood, the very act of putting the ringon did a download of the instruction manual for the wielder.

Natasha was practicing her best interrogation techniques on theOnce and Future Jack Frost, but the kid was still so fucking traumatized aboutlosing the hand (and the fact that Tony had used the unibeam to sear the woundshut so that he wouldn’t die!) that he was barely coherent. Tony was aboutready to start wiggling fingers randomly, just to see what happened, but that…could have unintended consequences, including sending them into another IceAge, so Tony was trying, very hard, to keep hold of his patience. And hopedthat his boyfriend didn’t fucking melt before they could get him out ofthere.

“So help me,” Tony finally snapped, listening to the kid whimperand moan and complain, “if you don’t tell me how to fix this right the fucknow, I will turn you upside down and feed you to the vacuum of space slowlywhere you can feel yourself die an inch at a time. We clear?”

Every single one of the Avengers turned to gape at him; they allknew Tony’s feelings about space, how he’d almost died alone, out there. Thepanic attacks, the sense of dread.

“I’d um… do what he says,” Steve said. “Because none of us aregoing to stop him.”

The boy, eyes eating up his face, made a simple gesture with hisother hand, like catching a ball and twisting his wrist. Friday zoomed in,recorded it, replayed it.

“Do it again,” Tony said. He and Friday analyzed it. The motionwas identical. “You got it Fri? Help me out here, babygirl.”

“You got it, boss,” the AI chirped.

Please work, please work, please work.

Friday grabbed hold of Tony’s nanobots; she’d done it a few timeswhen he was out of commission; the control was part of the Avalon protocols, whichTony had never bothered to explain to the team. He grimaced. At least Buckycouldn’t see what he was doing, because Bucky always noticed stupid shit likethat, and Tony really wanted to put that reckoning off as long as possible.

His brain twitched as Friday ran the protocols up though hisfingers, into his brain, and out through the nanobots.

The severed hand twisted, caught, manipulated the Zero ring’senergy.

Bucky fell to his knees, gasping, soaking wet and shivering.

“Oh god,” Bucky said. He couldn’t seem to move, hands planted onthe cold rock floor, staring at the puddles of water than formed under him.“Oh, god. What… what year is it?”

Tony handed off the hand to Natasha, who cringed away, but tookit, holding it out and away from her by one finger. “Oh, baby, Bucky, hey, hey,hey,” Tony said, the suit peeling back as fast as he could get Friday to shedit. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s only been a few hours, honey.” Freezing watersoaked up into his flight suit as he slid to the ground, pulling Bucky into hisarms.

“Oh, god,” Bucky said, again. He was so cold, his skin was likeice, his muscles moving slow and uncertain. Tony rubbed at his skin, tryingfrantically to warm him. “Tony, I… oh, god.”

“It’s all right, honey,” Tony said. Bruce was there, suddenly,shirtless and holding one of his multiple blankets that they stored on theQuinjet. “Thank you.”

“Give me a hand, here,” Clint said to Natasha, holding out asample bin. “Let’s get our would-be Mandarin off to a nice toasty prison cell.This whole severed hand thing, that might be the way to go. This ring hasn’tvanished yet.”

“Man, I heard of eight heads in a duffle bag, but 10 hands in aring box just seems a bit much,” Sam complained.

“Come on, honey, can you get -- Steve, help me out here,” Tonysaid. Between Steve carrying most of Bucky’s weight and Tony providingemotional support and warmth, they got the Winter Soldier back on the Quinjet.

Bucky was shivering, clinging to Tony with both hands. “Thought…didn’t know. Time passes different, when you’re frozen,” he said. Tonyshuddered. “Your brain don’t slow down none, an’ there’s nothing to tell timewith, no heartbeat, no breathin’, just time and time and more time. I… didn’tknow if’d been an hour or another twenty years. If I’d lost you…”

“I’m right here,” Tony said, squeezing Bucky’s hand tighter. “Iwon’t leave you behind, I promise.”

Bucky tucked his face against Tony’s neck, still cold, stillshivering, seeking Tony’s warmth and comfort. When Tony looked over Bucky’sshoulder, he saw Steve, solemn and stern. “Yeah, don’t you worry, pal,” Stevesaid, acknowledging Tony with a quick nod. “Tony won’t let you fall.”

“Don’t listen to this asshole,” Tony said as Bucky flinched. Stevewas never going to forgive himself for the train. Tony rolled his eyes atSteve; Bucky was back with them, and it was time to let those things stay inthe past where they belonged. “He’s the one that caught you, acting like Disneyon Ice, I swear. I’ll have Friday play the logs when we get back. It was prettyamazing.”

“Wouldn’t have made it there without Tony’s help,” Steve said.

“It was a team effort,” Natasha said. She held a mug of cheapcoffee between her hands. “Here, Yasha, have something warm to drink. It willhelp.”

Yeah, Tony thought, keeping one arm around Bucky’s shoulders whilehe cradled the cup, letting the heat soothe. “We make a great team. I mean, I amthe boss, but…” Tony kissed Bucky’s hair, letting the razzing of the teamgo over his head. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had Bucky in hisarms and one of the Ten Rings on lockdown.

He was going to count it as a win.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #frozen #ten rings #mild gore #unauthorized use of severed limbs #prompts #tisfan #Anonymous

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brooklynislandgirl · 7 years ago

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RULES. repost, don’t reblog TAGGED. @lokitheliesmith TAGGING. @multi-mused, @theregoesthebellhop, @jerseysass, @vamptrampbamf, @tattoosandmusclecars, @morgansmornings @lilxlionxman, @ronmanmob , @pcttydabblcr, @tenderest-contender {Pretty much anyone who wants to, just tag me back!}

BASICS.

{Mostly Main-verse}

FULL NAME. Elikapeka Ailine Riley {anglicized: Elizabeth Irene Riley} NICKNAME. Beth, Saint Beth, Princess, Piccola {by Z only}, Konachino, Papapa Kele {Jelly Bean}, Lilo, Turtle Baby/Turtle Girl/Turtle Princess, Constable Visits the Unbeliever With Explanatory Pamphlets BIRTHDAY. 28 June ETHNIC GROUP. Pacific Islander NATIONALITY. Hawaiian {American} LANGUAGE. English {questionable}, Hawaiian, Pidgin, Latin, Japanese, some Russian, some {modern} Greek, Hebrew, French, Irish Gaelic, some German SEXUAL ORIENTATION. demi-sexual, hetero-romantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS. married Zarek CLASS. Upper Middle Class/lower high class HOME TOWN / AREA. Honolulu Oahu {Hawaii} CURRENT HOME. Apartment in Brooklyn {New York City} PROFESSION. Nurse, Bartender, {SHIELD STRIKE team}

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Coffee-Brown EYES. Green {hazel} NOSE. small, straight FACE. Round, leaning toward oval shaped, soft features, chiseled, almost square jaw LIPS. Full, soft, almost perfectly cupid-bow shaped COMPLEXION. Tawny/olive BLEMISHES. a tiny smattering of near invisible freckles on her nose and chin SCARS. very deep, puckered scar on right leg {from a shark bite} TATTOOS. turtle bearing the Hawaiian islands and a hibiscus flower on back left hip, {verse dependent; 3 others} PIERCINGS. Three studs on inner curve of right hip, multiple in each ear BUILD. petite, slim, athletic ALLERGIES. Bees, Penicillin, Latex and Velvet USUAL HAIR STYLE. mid shoulder, intricate voodoo required to get it to be straight and sleek but on it’s own, tends to be unnaturally wavy. USUAL CLOTHING. Her wardrobe looks like a second-hand store exploded. Work clothes consists of various brightly coloured/patterned scrubs or suits, personal wardrobe tends to lean toward long flowing skirts and tops that at best can be described as ‘boho’ or ‘hippie’.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. Darkness. Flying. Peanut-Butter. ASPIRATION. To live as gently as she can, to leave everything a little better than she found it. POSITIVE TRAITS. Warm, Friendly, Generous, Open. Forgiving. Gentle. NEGATIVE TRAITS. Naive, Too Trusting, Lack of Verbal Communication. Occasionally childish. Possessive, jealous. Cares too much. Too nice {to the point of spinelessness}. VICE HABIT. Pours everything she has into everyone else, leaving little to nothing for herself. Occasionally smokes {John Verses}, occasionally drinks. FAITH. Was devoutly Roman Catholic until she met Zarek. Now, she’s not so sure. GHOSTS? She absolutely believes in the restless Dead and other spirits, and frequently converses/consults them. AFTERLIFE? Yes, she believes in an afterlife. REINCARNATION? Like seasons, everyone eventually returns to the great cosmic Wheel and what is gone must return someday. ALIENS? They are people too. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Libertarian ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. Rothbardian Austrian Economics SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. Anarcho-socialism EDUCATION LEVEL. University Educated. Master of Life magick, Adept of Forces, Entropy and Spirit magick.

FAMILY.

FATHER. Rear Admiral Brian Charles Riley. {not on speaking terms}, Harvey Specter {hanai-father} MOTHER. Iwalani Haukea Riley-Stern {Not on speaking terms}, Donna Paulsen {hanai-mother} SIBLINGS. Andrew Michael Riley {Deceased}, Martin Victors {hanai-brother}, Sam Wilson {hanai-brother}, Jayden Morgan {hanai-Sister}, Emily Spencer {hanai-sister} EXTENDED FAMILY. Sin {hanai-jerk}, she won’t speak of the rest. Except Haephestus {Hanai-Uncle} NAME MEANING. Elizabeth: Oath of God Irene: Peace. Named after her Irish grandmothers, her name means “The Oath of God is Peace” Her mother wanted to name her: Alohaekaunei {love alighting here} Kalea {filled with joy}

HISTORICAL CONNECTION. {insert a little turtle laugh here}

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. “The Princess Bride” by William Goldman, “Night Watch”, “Reaper Man”, “Maskerade” by Terry Pratchett, “Just So Stories” by Rudyard Kipling, “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer Bradley, “Stardust”, “The Graveyard Book”, “Anansi Boys” Neil Gaiman MOVIES. The Princess Bride, Tombstone, Beauty and the Beast {Disney}, Lilo and Stitch {don’t judge}, The Untouchables MUSIC. A little bit of everything DEITY. Zarek HOLIDAY. Halloween, Yule MONTH. October SEASON. Autumn PLACE. Ka Wela Bay, North Shore, Oahu WEATHER. Rain and fog, cool and crisp SOUND. The very specific way he says her name, the hushed breath of the ocean kissing shore endlessly. Rain on the roof-top, the cries of a loon SCENT. His. Coffee. Wood-smoke, sea-spray. The woods/grass after a rain. Leather. TASTE. The Salt on his skin, sweet fresh coconut, chai spices, the taste of whiskey in someone else’s mouth. FEEL. Lives for skin to skin contact ANIMAL. Sharks, panthers, large dogs, wolves, dragons. NUMBER. 2, 23, 64 COLOR. Purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS. Surfing, Finding Trouble, Magick BAD AT. Cooking, lying, relationships, most things. TURN ONS. Hand wrapped securely around her throat, deep growls pitched low at her ear. Biting. The rake of nails down her back, the bruises of his hands painting her skin. The way he shoves her against the wall, how he can move her as he pleases. Dancing cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh. Physically fighting with him. TURN OFFS. Unnecessary cruelty, being told she’s ‘like all the others’. HOBBIES. Surfing, knitting, gardening, reading, old movies, karaoke TROPES. A little Earth Mother, A little Granola Girl. A Little Sea Witch. A little Ingenue. Beth could fit in a ridiculous number of tropes but never quite fully. AESTHETICS. A following sea. Perfectly waxed board. Tiny hands covered in blood and earth. The Tree of Life half dark and half light. Herbs and Tarot Cards. Sea shells. Green growing things.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC. Kristin Kreuk ALT FC. None {maybe Phoebe Tonkins....?} OLDER FC. None YOUNGER FC. Aubrey Anderson-Emmons VOICE CLAIM. Kristin Kreuk {speaking} Kate Rusby {singing}

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