#The Golden Dagger

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“the golden dagger”

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Now I'm Golden

two fics in one day? When I'm not even doing any challenges for this month? Insane! But I had another thought, inspired by @witchcraftandgeeknes, and I just had to write it, yknow. Had a lot of fun writing it, too. There's potential for me to turn this into an AU, but for the moment, it's just staying as a oneshot

Enjoy!

If there was one thing Kol had learned not to underestimate, it was his older brother’s spy network. Honestly, it seemed as though Elijah knew everything, and it wasn’t that uncommon for Kol to see some peasant or another slipping up to whisper into Elijah’s ear, low enough that even the other vampires couldn’t hear what was being said.

It was why, when he’d started creating his golden dagger to take down their half-brother, Kol didn’t even try to hide it from Elijah. From the rest of the family? Oh yes. Rebekah would absolutely snitch on him, and whilst Kol didn’t really consider Marcel family, the others did, and the boy would also tell Klaus if given half the chance.

Kol could not let them find out about this.

The best case scenario, as he saw it, if his half-brother found out about this, was that he’d be daggered. Wait, no. Klaus did still rely on Elijah for a lot, and despite Kol’s attempts to hide it, he was sure that Klaus knew that Elijah was the only one he’d really listen to. So the best case scenario was Klaus handing him over to Elijah for punishment, not knowing that he already knew.

Elijah could be downright nasty with his punishments, although they’d never gotten as bad as their father’s. Mikael had been truly horrible to them all, even though Kol knew Klaus claimed it was only him that was targeted.

The worst case scenario? Klaus tortured Kol, made him watch as his co-conspirators, his friends, were turned into vampires, and then picked off one by one, before Klaus daggered Kol and left him like that for the next 8 centuries, like Finn was.

Desperately, Kol hoped that that scenario didn’t come to pass. But sometimes, a dice needed to be loaded, so he went hunting. Not for food, this time. For one of Elijah’s little shadows, who liked to go and tweet into his ear about things.

Elijah would be mad if Kol killed one of his spies, anyways. And upsetting Elijah would be the quickest way for Klaus to find out about Kol’s little dagger.

The spy reported in to Elijah later that night, Kol thought. He wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t that often that anyone caught Elijah listening to his little shadows, but the way his eyes followed Kol afterwards gave him a decent idea.

He went to see his brother when summoned, near midnight. Klaus was out, Kol didn’t know why, as was Rebekah, although Kol thought that she was sneaking out to meet up with Marcel for their little courtship. Honestly, the only person who didn’t know was Klaus. Kol wasn’t sure if Elijah did, but he assumed that if he did, so did his older brother.

“It’s just like the silver daggers he uses on us, Elijah,” Kol explained his plan fully.

How he hated the daggerings, how he knew that Elijah wasn’t exactly happy with them (his brother twitched a little at that, but ultimately didn’t say anything to it. Kol counted it as a win anyways). It really was supposed to work just like the silver daggers did on them. Just to dagger Klaus for a few years, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Kol was somewhat hopeful that it would give Klaus pause when he went to dagger them again, although only somewhat. There was a reason that Elijah and Rebekah were the ones to stick closest by Klaus throughout the centuries, though even they had to leave him from time to time. Klaus played favourites, and Kol knew that if he stepped one toe out of line, Klaus would dagger him once again.

He could tell that Elijah was thinking along the same thoughts as him. Klaus was incredibly liberal with those daggers, especially with the knowledge that they couldn’t hurt him back with them because of his (sealed) werewolf heritage. One time he’d daggered Kol, just for talking back to Elijah in an argument.

Kol just wanted to make sure that Klaus felt the same fear of the dagger that he did, that’s all. He was sure that his big brother wouldn’t deny him that (he hoped. This entire plan, telling Elijah everything first, was based on the hope that Elijah wouldn’t decide to just go and reveal everything to Klaus first, and get Kol daggered before he could do anything).

Elijah nodded slowly along to Kol’s words, and he felt a bit of the tension inside his body relax. Elijah was agreeing with him. He probably wasn’t going to turn him in, if he was agreeing with Kol’s plan.

“I will grant you some of my witches to help,” Elijah offered, after Kol had finished talking. “But if Niklaus finds out, I have no part in this whatsoever.”

Kol hesitated, before agreeing to Elijah’s conditions. Extra witches to help would be welcome, especially since Elijah tended to only work with the best of the best. And if they weren’t the best at magic, that just meant they were the best at... other things.

Like running. And hiding.

It was far later, when Kol was working on the golden dagger with his witches, and Elijah’s witches proved to only be on par with Kol’s own, that he realised the true gift Elijah had offered. His brother was sly, sneaking this in without Kol immediately noticing, but he found himself grateful.

No matter what happened, the knowledge of how to create the golden dagger wouldn’t end with them. Elijah had ensured that regardless of whether or not Klaus found out, he couldn’t know of Elijah’s involvement, and Elijah’s witches would be able to continue creating this dagger in secret, when Klaus thought all the conspirators for it were rounded up and dealt with.

Kol never verbally confirmed it with Elijah, though. He wouldn’t confirm or deny it, Kol had done this dance with his brother before, and decided to spare himself the annoyance. But Klaus never caught Elijah’s witches, and as he stared up into his brother’s carefully blank face, Kol tried to project his gratitude for it into Elijah’s mind, even as Klaus sunk the silver dagger into his own body.

Nearly a century later, flames burning around them, Elijah stared down into his little brother’s terrified face, and decided not to kill him for good, after all. He released his grip on Klaus’ heart, instead reaching into his jacket pocket, and shoved the golden dagger he’d left there into Klaus’ heart.

Now, with the words fresh from Klaus’ mouth, Elijah had all the time in the world to look for his missing siblings, without his half-brother doing anything to prevent him from it.

He really did have to thank Kol for the golden dagger, as well. It had changed everything.

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Triple Quest

A review of Triple Quest by E R Punshon – 240409 The thirty-fourth and penultimate novel in Punshon’s long running Bobby Owen series was originally published in 1955 and has been reissued by Dean Street Press. As I approach the end of the series I have been eking the books out, savouring them like a gourmand, and in this novel Punshon does not disappoint. It is a complex story that has some…

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[toacody]

Teridax - Toa of Light

If you can't beat 'em, rip 'em off!

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Creator: BionicleNewAge

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Hangman(hugging Phoenix at the Hard Deck): Phoenix...! What a surprise! Rooster(who walked in with Phoenix): What about me, babe? Hangman: Go hug a landmine.

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May your soul live, achieving millions of years, you who love Thebes, sitting with your face to the north wind, your eyes beholding happiness - inscription on the "wishing cup" lotus chalice, the first object encountered inside the antechamber of KV62

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Dabney Coleman 1932-2024 RIP

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[Hangman is getting ready for a date with Rooster]

Hangman: Hey, look. How do I look?

Phoenix: Great, Bagman.

Hangman: Great? Or gorgeous?

Coyote: *sighs*

Phoenix: Gorgeous.

Hangman: What about sexy?

Phoenix: Yes.

Hangman: Enticing?

Coyote to Phoenix: I'll handle this.

Coyote to Hangman: Jake, no man ever looked better than you look right now, and no one ever will.

Hangman: Thank you, Javy.

Hangman: Honestly, Phoenix, sometimes it's like pulling teeth to get a little compliment out of you.

Phoenix: *glares at him*

[icangiveitback]

i did not draw what i wanted to with this but oh well

some fate!bend

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Top Gun Maverick Golden Oldies Challenge

So I’m a huge fan of 60s and 70s music and I’ve been find certain songs seem to fit Top Gun characters so well! I’m hoping to eventually make Moodboards for each, or if anyone else wants to jump and make their own!! I think it could be really fun, and perfect for summer!

Here are some of my thoughts right now but I would love to get people’s opinions as well!

ROOSTER- California Dreamin’ by the Mamas and the Papas (I know, I know survey says it should be great balls of fire)

HANGMAN- Fire and Rain by James Taylor

COYOTE- House of the Rising Sun by The Animals

PHOENIX- Respect by Aretha Franklin

So let me know your thoughts everyone! And I’ll update as I think of more!!

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"then he insulted malenia, lost to her in battle, only to lick her boots rather than die like a man."

you just asked me to kill the knight commander that attacked you and stole your fort TWO SECONDS AGO kenneth

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The Secret Search

The Secret Search #ERPunshon #CrimeFiction #BookReview @DeanStPress

A review of The Secret Search by E R Punshon – 230706 Here’s a mystery before we start. The cover of the reissued edition of this book by the excellent Dean Street Press shows it to be the twenty-eighth in Punshon’s Bobby Owen series while the usually reliable Fantastic Fiction shows it as the twenty-ninth, appearing after The Golden Dagger, both of which were originally published in 1951. It…

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[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn IV

Littlefinger hefted the knife lightly in his hand, testing the grip. He flipped it in the air, caught it again with his other hand. “Such sweet balance.

“You want to find the owner, is that the reason for this visit? You have no need of Ser Aron for that, my lady. You should have come to me.”

“And if I had,” she said, “what would you have told me?”

“I would have told you that there was only one knife like this at King’s Landing.”

He grasped the blade between thumb and forefinger, drew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. It struck the door and buried itself deep in the oak, quivering.

“It’s mine.”

“Yours?” It made no sense. Petyr had not been at Winterfell.

“Until the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day,” he said, crossing the room to wrench the dagger from the wood.

“I backed Ser Jaime in the jousting, along with half the court.” Petyr’s sheepish grin made him look half a boy again. “When Loras Tyrell unhorsed him, many of us became a trifle poorer. Ser Jaime lost a hundred golden dragons, the queen lost an emerald pendant, and I lost my knife. Her Grace got the emerald back, but the winner kept the rest.”

“Who?” Catelyn demanded, her mouth dry with fear. Her fingers ached with remembered pain.

“The Imp,” said Littlefinger as Lord Varys watched her face. “Tyrion Lannister.”