#call me a she-devil and say i hexed your bones

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Recovering dragon's heart: New demon training||

Hi everyone, time for a drabble today. I hope you all are doing alright today and being safe out there and warm. I got another one for you but lets see where this one turns out. This is a part two of sorts from one drabble I wrote before.

If you wanna know: the drabbles are below:

How it started

The Ending results

||Drabble Summary||

After Ren took the time to rest up after the ordeal of Sukuna, he was now going under some demon training to understand the ways of it. Or to say his new life. Of course, this got the others shocked seeing he gave up his human life for Ink. Right now, the other fractions heard The DBT was going to help him. How did this go and how does Ink feel? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Nothing too serious

~Slight conversation is present with training too

||Guests in the drabble||

Ren Amamiya is from and belongs to the game persona 5 serious but also me due to rping him as a muse. Same with Davion as well. Other guests may or may not appear from my side. Same with some of the devils too.

Van Ink the dragon with some in the DBT with others being spoken of, and some of the devils belongs to my rp partner and wonderful friend @demon-blood-youths

((This drabble will have grammar errors and mistakes but this is written for fun so i hope you understand. With this said, please enjoy))

It's been a few days to a few weeks before Ren Amamiya was released from the hospital. The other Six claws were let out as well but heard the news knowing it was true;

Ren has become a demon.

Word spread out to the other fractions who was also shocked to hear how and why he did it. Though, they understood the reason. It was for Ink and to keep her safe. Right now, Ren was going under some demon training with the help of the DBT to see that each member helped him in a way of their own to show him what it was like to be a demon and how to get used to it.

Like with simple lessons.

From Opheila; understanding the physics and healing factors. She explains to him of what his body is able to heal and how long it would take. However, serious injuries would take longer. She explains this with the help of Hex and Swan over a video call one day to help him.

"Alright so do you understand? Even if your a demon, you have to know your limits. You don't want to push yourself when it comes to fighting." Ophelia explains this to Ren who was understanding.

"So demons blood can heal you but not the dangerous ones?" he asked.

"Well, you can but things like broken bones or another serious injuries takes time to heal. Maybe around a month or so." Hex explains from the video call with Swan agreeing.

"He's right. As we would say, take your time but understanding more of your healing factors. They will come in handy if your in a dangerous situation." she said.

"Understood...."

From Maggie: elemental training/lessons. She helped him understand his element involving his flames. From the looks of it he had a almost light blue white like flame but a darker one that shows to have a night like appearance. This had to be something from his persona or devil Arsène Lupin, or in short Raoul. For now, she saw he would get training from time to time to help him understand and how to use his element when fighting.

"Alright not bad. You got the hang of it pretty quick. Even the targets are down." Maggie nods seeing the training area but Ren looks to see that.

"I think I do but I wanna be sure I got the hang out of first Maggie." he said.

"I know but it takes time to get used to it. This is something many elemental demons go through. Like me I went through the same when trianing. This also happened with Melinda when I was helping her."

"Melinda? Isn't she from the cursed Vixens and Jaron's girlfriend?" Ren asked to see Maggie nod.

"Yes; she's a flame elemental but a physic too. She combines her two abilities to make something new. It took a while but she got the hang of it. So to say, just keep at it and you'll make new possible things using it." she said but Ren understood too.

From Navarro and Rust: Weapon training and hand to hand fighting. Navarro would help with how he can use his weapons the handguns with his demonic abilities. True, he had good fire range from the targets he's hit pretty well. But Navarro helped with applying some upgrades and new sets of ammo to help him out. He was impressed seeing he never missed a shot so he was good with weapons.

"Wait, your making this for my gun?" Ren asked checking the bullets as Navarro was setting something down.

"Yeah, I had to ask my devil for some tips on bullets since you got a demonic weapon. I even had Echo help with the upgrades she gave your other weapons you used before becoming a demon. But with these, you got more fire power." he said to look at the thief who was checking the gun and his upgrades now.

"I wasn't expecting you guys to do this for me.." he said.

"Trust me Ren, we are all happy that you saved Ink's life and brought her back home safe. Though, we wanna help you know more about what it's like being a demon. Though, if you need help with weapons or anything you can always ask me or Echo. She would be happy to help you too." he said but Ren chuckled to smile.

"Thank you Navarro.."

As for Rust, he gave him some tips seeing how he tends to fight hand to hand he's pretty good. With demon blood running through his body, he got some training with that. Even some of the Six claws helped too! They wanted to get Ren used to his new life in anyway but still had him take it easy.

"That's it. Just try to bring another hit to your punches. Yeah that's the way!" Rust nods seeing Ren hitting another but he had Davion help out. He was pretty good with coaching and Rust was good at it too. Both were personal trainers to help Ren.

"He's right, nice work. Your movements are more better and your getting the handling of your hits." Davion said but he saw Ren look at the two.

"So do all demons have this sudden strength?" he asked.

"Most do but we all have ways in using it. As for me and Davion, we fight using brawl or hand to hand. Breezy does too and she's pretty good at it." He said.

"To say the least, using and knowing what you know as a demon helps. That and just in case. It can help you with your missions so your faster, stronger, and can take down anything that gets in your way. It's like physical training." Davion said and Ren gets it.

"I see. I'll keep that in mind."

Right now, he was going under training with Shdwkyz involving melee weapons. His own knife and the one Ink got him for christmas; the demonic knife which he named dragon's claw. Right now, he was in a short sparring battle with Shdwkyz to help him with movement along with using it with the others watching them training together.

So far, Shdwkyz was impressed seeing he's getting the hang of it and getting the handle of things for it. For now, it was going well. As the DBT was watching this, Ink was too but she was quiet to think for a while. Even from a few days back when getting a visit from her father Vanity.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The other devils were hearing this in a meeting together one day but Ink was there too. She was telling him about what happened but they were shocked to hear this.

"Hold on, Ren actually gave up his human life to become a demon?"Duke heard one of the devils named Caym said hearing the others muttering under their breaths.

"It's true. From what my daughter tells me, he gave up his human soul and life and turned into a demon in order to further protect my daughter after Sukuna kidnapped her." Vanity said this in a calm way even if he was furious at the asshole for it.

'He's still a monster even so..' Nagi thought.

Uriprayt even was silent looking worried. "B..but for him to do that..I.."

"That's crazy. I wasn't expecting him to do such a thing. You don't find many humans doing that now a days. Giving up their own lives for another demon and turning into one." Leonado said and a few others nods to agree.

"That may be true but he still did it. I even had to recheck with Senkai to insure it's true and he was. He never lied to me of anything so that proves it's true." Vanity said to the other devils.

"That proves he was serious too. Dedication like that proves that your daughter has indeed charmed and won his heart like the other suitors you told us about." Cal had his arms crossed looking to Vanity but he sighed rubbing his forehead.

"I know that.."

"But that means the connection between the devils and the persona devils are more closer now. You know that right Vanity?" Kukuclan said with Onibi nodding to agree with his friend. "He's right. Many of us know that bonding with others helps us increase the partnerships of others that can work with us. This is another new link Ink made with Ren when he turned into a demon."

"Still..it leaves one wondering of what could happen now. What of the other Personas?" Goa asked fanning herself seeing Nagi and Orochi agree too.

"It's something to take in....but have you heard from Arsene?" Oski asked calmly to him seeing the other devils look at him. Vanity sighed but looks to his fellow demon brother and sisters.

"I have......and he seems to be alright with this. I've already spoken with the other Six claws or the ones that is devil blood or close related. They argree with this since some of you spoken to them depending. But as for him, I have..in fact...he is visiting right now." he said but this made the other devils look at him surprised and Ink was too.

"Wait, he's here!? Now!?" Ymir asked.

"Yes........Mr. Lupin, you can come in." As he said that, the doors open showing the dragon guards leading someone inside. They all saw who but remains quiet. Arsène has, from top to bottom: a very tall top hat, a long-horned mask for its face (as Arsène appears to not have a head), a cropped red eighteenth century-esque suit worn open with the collar popped, stitched heart designs on the shoulders, a white ruffle tie, a black, tailed corset running down its torso; large, black, feathery wings starting at around the small of its back; claws; red coverings on its legs resembling pants and boots with blade-like heels.

However, he was walking in to look at the other devils that said not a word. However, he shows a smile to reach for his top hat and takes it off, doing a light bow of his head.

"Greetings to you all. I hope my arrival didn't bother your meeting." he speaks like he was from the old times but still keeping it formal.

"No no, your fine. Please take a seat." Vanity offers a chair for him but he goes to sit down but looks to the other devils.

"So your Ren's persona or to say now, you are his-"

"A demonic like father but he's my heir to say the least. With him, he can continue the family tree of my demon family. Though, I'm also curious to how this will go now." he speaks.

"Then you know why you were called here?" Beezlebub said but Arsene nods.

"I know....but I will say this. Thanks to this little event, the metaverse is more open to seeking more information and knowing more of the demons that linger in the world. New gateways have opened up letting you kind spread out to change the world and how it's gone. Though, this also means the metaverse is open for you all to visit or pass through in the world." he relaxed but saw the other devils being quiet. This was new.

"So new pathways..."

"Yes." Arsene said to Chernoborg while folding his black wings closed behind his back. "But think of it this way, with this new alliance; personas and devils can really help out. New openings to new worlds within the demon realm is possible now. However, I was still shocked that Ren gave up his human life for your daughter."

"...I am still shocked about that but..I do owe him for saving her as well as the other boys that she's with." Vanity said.

"Indeed, indeed my friend." he chuckled making Ira blink.

"Hold on, do you really know him that close Vanity?"

"We were close old friends in the old days. As I said before he did steal something and I never found it. But that explains his thieving skills are pretty up to professional." he said. "But we are losing the reason why of this. You said you had something.." he said to the Thief devil to smile.

"I do. I hear your daughter is here too? I have to say something to her." he said.

"Y..Yes?" he heard ink's voice to turn facing her. So this was Van ink. Seems his heir choose a pretty beautiful girl to give his heart to. Looking to her, he looks to smile.

"Charmed my lady. I see why Ren sees you as someone that burns his heart. Though, it seems it was because of you he's broken the barrier to being stronger.." he said but he held up a hand to take Ink's but bows his head as she was quiet.

"E...even so, I'm still sorry that he.."

"Now now, you don't have anything to say sorry for. He chose this for you because he cares. Like young love is precious. Seems he wanted to keep that." he said.

"......"

"I will say this; Ren did mean what he said. He did give up his human life for you. I guess he wanted you to know deep down you really stole his heart. But...he really has a good thought about him." he chuckled but Ink blinks to look at him.

"Though, Ren is how he is..." he thinks. "Even so, I hope you and him along with your six claws get stronger together. Even with this world, the metaverse is just the same. Which explains now the missions will be three times harder. I hope you will help him out more with them?" he said making Ink blink.

"Uhhh help him in heists?"

"Yes yes. They are a little more different in the human world but the rewards are pretty good. Though, you'll see when you do. I won't spill the secrets." he chuckled to let Ink's hand go gently.

"Even so....from this day forward, a new chapter as opened between personas and devils. I hope this will be fun...even if it involves that bastard of a king.." he said.

"Ahh you mean Sukuna?" Zak said seeing he saw the other heard of him.

"True. I already dislike him but..I'll learn more about him in the future I guess." he said.

"Trust me; he's a bastard that we all seriously hate but he is a devil like us now so...." Yen explains but Yuki was silent even if he knew the other devils felt the same.

"Alright then, with that said in stone, we can continue this meeting.." Vanity said while Duke escorts Ink to the demon contractors to send her home.

~~~~~~~~

Ink still remembers the meeting but she was so lost in thought, the training with Shdwkyz and Ren was done. Both panting but the snake stood up still impressed.

"Not bad Ren. Your stance and strikes are stronger now. Keep this up and you'll be a pro."

"Thank you Shdwkyz." he said putting his blades away back into their sheaths.

"You two did pretty well in training. How about a break? I got some lunch ready for everyone if their hungry." Jaron smiled seeing the others agree. All this training was making them hungry. So they would head in to eat but when Ren was going to head in, he noticed Ink not moving up from her chair. Was something wrong?

He goes to check on her but gently pats her shoulder making her snap out of it. "Ink? You alright?" he asked.

"...Huh? O..Oh, I'm alright just....thinking about something is all." she mutters looking down as everyone else saw but Jaron had everyone head inside. Maybe they needed to talk in private.

"...I see. Are you alright from before?" Ren said and again, Ink said nothing. Seems like she was still upset about it making the other sigh.

"Ink.."

"I know. You said you were not angry, the other guys were not angry, and the devils. But still, I feel like it was my fault this happened..." she mutters looking down and yet Ren looks to her.

"I still am sorry that you gave up your human life for me.."

"Because I wanted to. You silly dragon, i told you many times and I'll say it again. I did it because I wanted you to be safe. I know if the other guys thought the same, they would have done the same thing. You mean a lot to us Ink remember?" he said now taking one of her hands to hold.

"..I..I know.." she said and yet, Ren smiled gently to have her rest against his side while petting her head.

"Then stop being so down. You are special to us, Ink and you will always have a place in our hearts. We love you but were also your six claws. We will fight for you and protect you..nothing is going to change that." he said even kissing the top of her head that she blinks to look down hiding the blush in her cheeks.

"Besides, this way I believe I can learn more about my new life. Second, the other boys are helping me understand as well. So please don't be down.....alright?" he asked.

"Besides, I hope you'll help me too.." he smiled to look at her but he heard Ink say nothing. In a moment, he saw Ink look at him but gently gives Ren a hug tight.

"?????"

"O..Okay.." she said but he smiled to pet the top of her head gently.

"Good. Now, wanna head in? I hear your friend Jaron is making a big lunch for everyone. You do still need to eat." he said but Ink keeps holding him then pulls back to gently smile.

"Okay.."

Seeing that, he lets go but stood up to hold a hand to Ink. She saw this to take his hand standing up before they would head back inside for lunch. True, it still would hurt but Ink was recovering. The guilt was not as bad.

[bi-demon-ium]

37. have you ever been the principal's office 👀

OKAY SO. technically this was the vice principal both times i think but i'm not sure. either way. yes. two times in my memory.

the first time is short and funny, so i will leave it above the cut:

namely. i was a hyper adhd Gifted Child(TM). i was generally unusual, loud, fast, annoying, etc. very hyperactive and weird, generally the school freak, etc. however. amazingly. this led to someone genuinely and actually reporting me (in like, MIDDLE SCHOOL) for being on drugs. like, cocaine drugs, or meth, or whatever, not even just like "that kid got some weed". and me, despite being a weird-ass little bitch, being this like. goody two shoes nerd too awkward to actually do anything remotely "bad", having never even Seen A Weed Before, was just like huh

literally the principal called me in and was like [obviously not serious about this] okay do you do drugs

and i was like "..........what? no????" and he was like "yeah i didn't think so. okay, go back to class"

which. amazing.

the SECOND story is the far more memorable one and is also far less funny and more just like ah! fun fact! so i'll put it below the cut.

so STORYTIME! my high school vice principal fuckin hated me and the feeling was mutual. that guy was a huge bag of dicks, enormously prickish, always insisted on calling me specifically out in particular on dumb shit (no hats indoors, so if i didn't take my hat off the instant i got inside instead of just. when i was allowed to go to my locker. he'd get on my ass even tho DEADASS HE NEVER DID THIS TO ANYONE ELSE IN MY HEARING even when there were other people with hats on, one time he made me take off my hat while i had arms full of two trays of cupcakes and did NOT offer to help and they got mildly squished in the struggle) and he was just generally the worst

now one day, my spanish teacher--and that's a whole other can of worms we don't have time for, but let's just say while i don't hate him as a person, he was deeply insufferable and definitely at least lightly sexist--basically made some comment that was kind of sexist. it was something about how he would accept friend requests from male students after they graduated but not female, lest anyone get ideas, which like. i kind of get where he was coming from, being cautious and all, it's not like i was calling for the guy to be burned at the stake, i just pointed out it was a little sexist and heteronormative to presume that, and i wasn't even mad, i was just kinda like "HA! SEXIST, DUDE!" because that was kind of the energy you know? i don't think i'm explaining this well, but the point is, i made a very offhand comment about my teacher being sexist.

end of the school day i'm told to stay after school and go to the vice principal's office. he proceeds to close the door behind me and ask me why i'm trying to ruin a good man's career. i'm talking full lecture about me trying to get him fired, about me being irresponsible and stupid and selfish, intimidation factor through the roof, tells me not to accuse anyone like this ever again, etc. (also, apparently i didn't make a jibe at him being sexist but in fact "grabbed my chest and yelled SO YOU WOULDN'T FRIEND ME BECAUSE OF THESE? which i promise you i didn't do, it's possible i misremembered and said something like so you wont accept a friend request from someone because they have tits MAYBE but i definitely would not have grabbed my chest and made a lewd gesture because despite being closeted i was very aware of my Transness and VERY self-conscious about it, so like. i KNOW that was a lie and idk here that came from bc my spanish teacher was a prick but i don't think he'd lie about that for no reason either, and i never asked him, so. not sure what was up with that actually)

anyway like in retrospect, even only days later, i was spitting mad, like, i wasn't even that serious nor had i accused him of anything or like, spread it around or something (if i was going to try and make him out to be a sexist prick maybe i'd talk about him 100 percent seriously planning to give away his tiny daughter's future hand in marriage for a truck, okay) but you should never react to someone saying "my teacher is ___" with "never accuse anyone of anything ever again" and so on, but like, at the time, this was big scary authority figure man with power over me and my life is yelling at me and i'm trapped alone in a room with him" so i was like. full in tears. and i do not cry easily. i remember just coming out of there trying incredibly hard not to cry and i sat down waiting for my mom to pick me up and the secretary deadass was like oh my god are you okay and i was like [fully about to have an emotional breakdown] [doesn't answer] so she offered me a muffin. i think i said no because i don't like a lot of muffins and i was crying too hard to eat anyway but i appreciated the thought, she seemed very concerned/confused at the teenager dissolving into tears in a chair near her desk

anyway i heard a few weeks ago he got fired for being a dick to some kids or something lmao

[glendajackson]

I'm reading the obituary Richard Burton wrote for Stanley Baker and its insane, like:

It is summer in Los Angeles, and I have just heard that my beloved Stanley Baker is dead.

Now let me tell you about him and you may accept it as a murderous love-letter if you like, but stand by for the kind of thing that he would like to hear if he could hear, which he can't. Though I'm not sure he would, even if he could. He was tallish, thickish, with a face like a determined fist...

It is not fair. He was the authentic dark voice of the Rhondda Valley. He was the first man who skidded with exaltation under the Co-op stallion and pelted the privileged as they came out of the grammar school because he was disallowed entry, and all the street corner poets stood on his massive shoulders and tried to dwarf him, and of course the cosmic bastards killed him behind my back, and I'll have a word or two to say to them one of these days because somebody has been mucking around, otherwise he wouldn't be dead, would he, and whose tears are burning my cheeks and whose heart is shifting uneasily in mine, and why is he dead?...

There's a girl playing the piano and it's the Sonata Pathetique and she's playing the bit that's called 'allegro molta e con brio' and we should all do that shouldn't we? If we could. Not that my Stanley liked pianos. He used them as foot-stools. In fact the lovely old Stanley wasn't exactly cultured. He read minds not books, he was harshly unpoetic, he didn't like people very much, and made it clear, sometimes painfully, and he hated to lose at anything and rarely did...

Who or what the devil killed him? It couldn't be his heart because mine is still going. Not his brain because mine is still weeping, and for Christ's sake he is not allowed to be organically dead because I am alive and we are the same. What strange fury burned his bones? What malevolent God knocked him off behind my back?There are very few around. People like Stanley.

I saw him act in a church once in New York. It was incongruous. The clashing of two alien eternities. He knelt before the altar and stared at it. The altar gave in and has never been the same since. I got him a part in a play once, and if you like the authenticity of inconsequential detail it was called 'Adventure Story' and was about Alexander The Great, and anyway I was playing Haephestian and Paul Scofield was Alexander The Great and, would you believe it, Stanley went on to splendid things and I was fired on the third day. Stanley was the one who took the razor from my throat and sharpened it. Before handing it back. And he was the chap I kept for about ten weeks when he was broke and indeed to God I gave him two pounds sterling every payday and when he was successful later he paid me back with interest.

He's one of the only two men who paid me back, out of hundreds, and the only one with interest. And he is dead...

What thieves these dead men are, because what do they do except steal your soul away with memories or hex you with iambic, and who am I to forget Stanley's bitter humour and the look from the eyes when somebody was boring the marrow out of him?...

And did you know the funny little poem that Stanley loved and pretended he didn't, which went :-

He had the plowman's strength within the grasp of his hand,

He could see a crow three miles away.

He could hear the green oats growing

And the southwest wind making rain,

And the trout beneath the stone,

​And he's dead.

[bubblestheraccoon]

Music Mixes

Lumberjanes “Arts and Crafts” Program Field

Treble Maker Badge

“Some Risks are worth the Reward”

Music fuels the mind and thus fuels creativity. A creative mind has the ability to make discoveries and create innovations. The greatest minds and thinkers like Hildegard von Bingen, Barbra Strozzi, and Florence Mary Taylor all had something in common in that they were constantly exploring their imagination and creativity. As a Lumberjane it will be vital that we not only enrich our minds, but enrich those around us. Music is just one of the many mediums that can create an empowering environment, it is one of the few mediums that can be enjoyed at any time.

Finch’s Notes:

This post is based on a section from the bonus content from Lumberjanes: To The Max Edition Volume One. I did not create these playlist, their titles, or the blurb at the top of the post. If any of the links are wrong or broken, or if I should add any more disclaimers for song content, please feel free to let me know!

*D-Slur Warning.

**Only version of the cover I could find on youtube, here’s a version of song without the extra audio but it’s on a Russian website that overwrote my adblocker a little bit so visit it at your own risk. Here’s the song it was covering if you want that instead.

***Could not find cover on youtube. Link instead goes to band camp.

****F-Slur Warning.

Fox Fight Jams! By April!

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

Run the World (Girls) by Beyonce

Northshore be Tegan & Sara

Woo Hoo by The 5 6 7 8s

Wilderness by Sleater-Kinney

Wolf by Now, Now

Spin Around by Josie and the Pussycats

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Theme

Jet Pack by Dog Party

Pirates by Jenny Owen Youngs

Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae

Bamboo Bones by Against Me!

Push It by Salt-n-Pepa

I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

Up All Night by One Direction

Roar by Katy Perry

Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor

Say You'll Be There by the Spice Girls

Ribs by Lorde

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (”Best Song Ever”-April)

River Adventure Mix of dooooom by Mal

I Was An Island by Allison Weiss

Shark In The Water by V.V. Brown

Let's Submerge by X-Ray Spex

Eyes Open by The Gossip

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill*

Giant Kitty by Shonen Knife

I Won't Follow by the Secret Someones

4Ever by The Veronicas

Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

Take Me Away by Fefe Dobson

Borne On The FM Waves by Against Me! & Tegan Quinn

Ain't It Fun by Paramore

3 Small Words by Josie and the Pussycats

Anchor by Letters To Cleo

That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings

Independent Woman Part 1 by Destiny's Child

Crush by the Sleigh Bells

Oh! by Sleater-Kinney

Tropical by Plumtree

Rhiannon by Best Coast or Fleetwood Mac 

The Con by Tegan & Sara

The Competition by Kimya Dawson

Cave Tunes by Molly

I Have Confidence by Julie Andrews

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Tightrope by Janelle Monae feat Big Boi

Just A Dream by Taylor Swift

Heartbreak Dream by Betty Who

Corner of the Sky by the Jackson 5

Valerie by Amy Winehouse

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston

Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn

Let It Go by Idina Menzel

Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Rock ‘n Roll High School by Shonen Knife

Don’t Save Me by HAIM

The Cave by Dia Frampton**

She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert

This Is For by Ingrid Michaelson

Cut It Off by Mal Blum

Smash Into You by Beyonce

Jen’s Perfect Camp Mix by Ripley

Gravity Falls Theme Song

Summertime by Audra McDonald

Strong Enough by Kina Grannis

(You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care by Cee Lo Green

Waterfalls - TLC

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Nobody Knows Me At All by The Weepies

I’m Beginning To See The Light by Ella Fitzgerald

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls

Magic To Do by Patina Miller & Ensemble

***Flawless by Beyonce

Come On by Josie And The Pussycats

Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey

Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

Jo’s really rad! Mix by Jo

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Theme

Androgynous(Live) by Joan Jett and Against Me!

Tous Les Memes by Stromae

Sunshine by Rye Rye feat M.I.A.

L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold

What About Your Friends by TLC

Just One Of The Guys by Jenny Lewis

Melody by Kate Earl

Red Cape by Priscilla Ahn

No Wow by The Kills

I Found You by Tilly and the Wall

Do You Remember the Morning by Kid in the Attic***

Cheerleader by St. Vincent

Concrete Wall by Zee Avi

You Can Count On Me by Panda Bear

Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac (”<3″-Jo)

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

Oblivion by Grimes

Q.U.E.E.N. by Janelle Monae and Eryka Badu

Rapid Decompression by Against Me!

Roanokes Rule: The Mix[!][!][!] by April

Rattlesnake by Saint Vincent

Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me!****

Amazon by M.I.A.

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Art-I-Ficial by X-Ray Spex

Separate Rooms by Now, Now

What’s Mine Is Yours by Sleater-Kinney

Sci-Fi Wasabi by Cibo Matto

Tennis Court by Lorde

Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Desire Lines by Deerhunter

Hot and Cold by Ex Hex

White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato

Misguided Ghosts by Paramore

For The Best by Gregory and the Hawk

The Hymn Of Acxiom by Vienna Teng

Capture The Flag by Broken Social Scene

From A Shell by Lisa Germano

Rosie’s Turn

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

Annabelle Lee by Sarah Jarosz

Terrible Things by April Smith & The Great Picture Show

You Can’t Be Told by Valerie June

Wild Geese Blues by Gladys Bentley

The Day Is Short by Jearlyn Steele

One Dime Blues by Etta Baker

Hard Way Home by Brandi Carlile

The Devil’s Paintbrush Road by The Wailin’ Jennys

To The Bone by Okou

Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin

Cups (You’re Gonna Miss Me) by Lulu and the Lampshades

Crayola Doesn’t Make A Color For Your Eyes by Kristin Andreassen

Complimentary Me by Elizabeth & The Catapult

Blue Spotted Tail by Kina Grannis

Sorry About The Doom by Slow Club

You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse

From Texas: Big “D” by Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett

Finch’s Notes Cont:

Hi! I made this post to avoid work. But mostly I made this post because Lumberjanes is something really important to me, and these playlist are a part of my enjoyment of Lumberjanes I don’t see people talking about a lot! So I decided to make a post in order to share them with y’all. I remember hunching over my phone making a spotify playlist (here, though it’s missing a few songs that aren’t on spotify) while on a trip to California in the summer of 2018 when I first got into Lumberjanes. I probably listened to these songs while I made my first ever Lumberjanes fanart. These mixes helped me to discover artist I really love, like Janelle Monae and Mal Blum. I hope you enjoy them as well!

Other notes: Sk8r Boi is crossed out as that is the way it appears on Mal’s playlist. Also, I tend to shy away from music videos as a personal preference, so that’s why there are so few included on this playlist, though I’m sure many of these songs have beautiful music videos. I might reblog this post in the future with some youtube playlists of these mixes, but if you want to find them yourself there are a lot of playlists of these songs made on youtube already! Or you can make your own playlists using this post. 

And, just for fun, have one final Lumberjanes themed music recommendation:

Lumberjanes by Various

[cardest]

New Orleans playlist

Hungry for some po boys? Feeling the Mardi Gras vibes for this weekend? This is the ultimate NOLA playlist, right here. Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC182dTlE-Gii6ZOO5ZrN1Z1T

Louisiana and New Orleans, all in the one awesome playlist. If there are songs I left out, let me know and I can add those. Or come meet me at Le Bon Temps Roulé  and we’ll listen to this NOLA playlist together with drinks.

LOUISIANA & NEW ORLEANS

001 Bob James - Take Me To The Mardi Gras 002 Earl King - Ain’t no city like New Orleans 003 John Lee Hooker - goin’ to Louisiana 004 Crowbar -  Wrath Of Time By Judgment 005 True Detective - Theme (The Handsome Family - Far From Any Road) 006 EyeHateGod - New Orleans Is The New Vietnam 007 The The Meters -  Chicken Strut 008 Paul McCartney - Live And Let Die (from Live And Let Die) 009 The Rolling Stones - Brown Sugar 010 Lucinda Williams - Crescent City 011 King Hobo -  New Or-Sa-Leans 012 Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting 013 Down - Underneath Everything 014 True Blood Theme Song (Jace Everett - Bad Things) 015 Corrosion of Conformity -  Broken Man 016 The New Orleans Jazz Vipers - I Hope Your Comin' Back To New Orleans 017 Willy DeVille - Jump City 018 Left Side - Gold In New Orleans 017 Necrophagia -  Reborn through Black Mass 018 Johnny Horton -  The Battle Of New Orleans 019 Dr John - Litanie des Saints 020 Foo Fighters - In the Clear 021 Redbone - The Witch Queen Of New Orleans 022 Jucifer - Lautrichienne 023 Danzig - It's a long way back from hell 024 Harry Connick, Jr. -  Oh, My Nola 025 The Gaturs - Gator Bait 026 Jon Bon Jovi - Queen Of New Orleans 027 Cyril Neville -  Gossip 028 Carlos Santana - Black Magic Woman 029 Gentleman June Gardner - It's Gonna Rain 030 Eddy G. Giles - Soul Feeling (Part 1) 031 Tool - Swamp Song 032 Beasts of Bourbon -  Psycho 033 Seratones - Gotta Get To Know Ya 034 Chuck Berry -  You Never Can Tell 035 Grateful Dead - Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleoo 036 Pale Misery - Hope is a Mistake 037 Exhorder - Homicide 038 King James & the Special Men - Special Man Boogie 039 Chuck Carbo -  Can I Be Your Squeeze 040 Amebix - Axeman 041 Tomahawk - Captain Midnight 042 Waylon Jennings - Jambalaya 043 Heavy Lids - Deviate 044 Red Hot Chili Peppers -  Apache Rose Peacock 045 Necrophagia -  Rue Morgue Disciple 046 Johnny Cash -  Big River 047 Albert King -  Laundromat Blues 048 Meklit Feat Preservation Hall Horns - You Are My Luck 049 Le Winston Band  - En haut de la montagne 050 Dr. john - I Thought I Heard New Orleans Say 051 Down -  New Orleans is a dying whore 052 Samhain -  To Walk The Night 053 Creedence Clearwater Revival -  Green River 054 Southern Culture on the Skids -  Voodoo Cadillac 055 Bonnie, Sheila -  You Keep Me Hanging On 056 Warren Lee -  Funky Bell 057 Elf - Annie New Orleans 058 Cannonball Adderley - New Orleans Strut 059 Doug Kershaw - Louisiana Man - New Orleans Version 060 Willy deVille  - Voodoo Charm 061 The Animals -  The House of the Rising Sun 062 Porgy Jones -  The Dapp 063 Lost Bayou Ramblers - Sabine Turnaround 064 IDRIS MUHAMMAD - New Orleans 065 John Lee Hooker - Boogie Chillen No. 2 066 Hank 3 - Hillbilly Joker 067 Nine Inch Nails -  Heresy 068 Talking Heads - Swamp 069 Irma Thomas - I'd Rather Go Blind 070 Mississippi Fred McDowell -  I'm Going Down the River 071 Dee Dee Bridgewater   - Big Chief 072 Dr. John  - Creole Moon 073 Agents of Oblivion -  Slave Riot 074 Steve Vai - Voodoo Acid 075 Saviours -  Slave To The Hex 076 Kris  Kristofferson -  Casey's Last Ride 077 JJ Cale - Louisiana Women 078 Cher - Dark Lady of New Orleans 079 LE ROUX - Take A Ride On A Riverboat 080 The Melvins -  A History Of Bad Men 081 Floodgate - Through My Days Into My Nights 082 Opprobium - voices from the grave 083 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Swamp Buggy Badass 084 Child Bite - ancestral ooze 085 Sammi Smith - The City Of New Orleans 086 The Explosions - Garden Of Four Trees 087 Bobby Boyd - straight ahead 088 Bobby Charles - Street People 089 Wall of Voodoo -  Far Side of Crazy 090 Rhiannon Giddens - Freedom Highway (feat. Bhi Bhiman) 091 Elton John - Honky Cat 092 Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde 093 Fats Domino - I'm Walking To New Orleans 094 Cruel Sea - Orleans Stomp 095 Down -  On March The Saints 096 Danzig -  Ju Ju Bone 097 The Neville Brothers ~ Voodoo 098 Megadeth -  The Conjuring 099 Miles Davis - Miles runs the voodoo down 100 Elvis Presley - King Creole 101 Led Zeppelin - Royal Orleans 102 The Lime Spiders -  Slave Girl 103 BIG BILL BROONZY  -'Mississippi River Blues'   104 Kreeps - Bad Voodoo 105 Dirty Dozen Brass Band -  Caravan 106 Kirk Windstein -  Dream In Motion 107 Eletric Prunes - Kyrie Eleison - Mardi Gras 108 Merle Haggard - The Legend Of Bonnie And Clyde 109 Corrosion of Conformity -  River of Stone 110 THE ADVENTURES OF HUCK FINN (MAIN TITLE) 111 Zigaboo Modeliste - Guns 112 ReBirth Brass Band - Let's Go Get 'Em 113 Inell Young -  What Do You See In Her? 114 Jimi Hendrix - If 6 as 9 (Studio Version) Easy Rider Soundtrack 115 Deep Purple -  Speed King 116 Exhorder - The Law 117 Crowbar -  The Cemetery Angels 118 A Streetcar Named Desire OST - Main Title 119 WOORMS - Take His Fucking Leg 120 steely dan - pearl of the quarter 121 Tabby Thomas - Hoodoo Party 122 Black Label Society -  Parade of the Dead 123 Dwight James & The Royals - Need Your Loving 124 Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (2012) The Rampant Hunter (Soundtrack OST) 125 PanterA - The Great Southern Trendkill 126 Ween - WHO DAT? 127 Earl King - Street Parade 128 Ernie K-Doe - Here Come The Girls 129 Dejan's Olympia Brass Band ~ Mardi Gras In New Orleans 130 Body Count -  KKK Bitch 131 Goatwhore - Apocalyptic Havoc 132 C.C. Adcock - Y'all d Think She Be Good To Me (from True Blood S01E01) 133 The Meters - Fire On The Bayou 134 Dr. John - I Walk On Guilded Splinters 135 Balfa Brothers - J'ai Passe Devant ta Porte 136 Ween - Voodoo Lady 137 King Diamond -  'LOA' House 138 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Born On The Bayou 139 Dax Riggs -  See You All In Hell Or New Orleans 140 Professor Longhair - Go to the Mardi Gras 141 Dixie Witch -  Shoot The Moon 142 Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away 143 Fats Waller -  There's Going To Be The Devil To Pay 144 Mississippi Fred McDowell -  When the Train Comes Along with Sidney Carter & Rose Hemphill 145 Treme Song (Main Title Version) 146 Tony Joe White - Even Trolls Love Rock and Roll 147 Nine Inch Nails -  Sin 148 Exodus -  Cajun Hell 149 NEIL DIAMOND - New Orleans 150 James Brown - Call Me Super Bad 151 Jimi Hendrix -  Voodoo Child ( Slight Return ) 152 Allen Toussaint - Chokin Kind 153 Dash Rip Rock  - Meet Me at the River 154 Hawg Jaw- 4 Lo 155 Hot 8 Brass Band - Keepin It Funky 156 Hank Williams III - Rebel Within 157 Dejan's Original Olympia Brass Band - Shake It And Break It 158 Jelly Roll Morton -  Finger Buster 159 The Royal Pendletons - (Im a) Sore Loser 160 Little Bob & The Lollipops - Nobody But You 161 Gregg Allman - Floating Bridge (True Detective Soundtrack) 162 Michael Doucel with Beausoleil - Valse de Grand Meche 163 Dolly Parton - My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy 164 Othar Turner & the Afrossippi Allstars – Shimmy She Wobble 165 Jucifer - Fleur De Lis 166 Soilent Green -  Leaves Of Three 167 Ides Of Gemini -  Queen of New Orleans 168 Betty Harris -  Trouble with My Lover 169 Lead Belly - Pick A Bale Of Cotton 170 Candyman Opening Theme 171 Goatwhore - When Steel and Bone Meet 172 Acid Bath - Bleed Me An Ocean 173 Pere Ubu - Louisiana Train Wreck 174 Walter -Wolfman- Washington - You Can Stay But the Noise Must Go 175 Alice in Chains -  Hate To Feel 176 Body Count -  Voodoo 177 Live and Let Die - Jazz Funeral 178 Smoky Babe -  Cotton Field Blues 179 Professor Longhair - Big Chief Part 2 180 Lewis Boogie - Walk the Line 181 James Black - Theres a Storm in the Gulf 182 The Balfa Brothers - Parlez Nous A Boire 183 The Jambalaya Cajun Band - Bayou Teche Two Step 184 The Deacons -  Fagged Out 185 Thou - The Changeling Prince 186 Black Sabbath -  Voodoo 187 King Diamond -  Louisiana Darkness 188 Doyle -  Cemeterysexxx 189 KINGDOM OF SORROW - Grieve a Lifetime 190 Hank Williams III - Louisiana Stripes 191 FORMING THE VOID - On We Sail 192 BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS - fuck you 193 Down in New Orleans - The Princess and the Frog Soundtrack 194 Trombone Shorty & James Andrews  - oh Poo Pah Doo 195 Whitesnake -  Ain't No Love In The Heart Of The City 196 The Dirty Dozen Brass band - Voodoo 197 Joe Simon - The Chokin' Kind 198 Down -  Ghosts along the Mississippi 199 AEROSMITH  - Voodoo Medicine Man 200 Nine Inch Nails -  The Perfect Drug 201 The Byrds - [Sanctuary III] Ballad Of Easy Rider 202 The Iguauas - Boom Boom Boom 203 PJ Harvey - Down By The Water 204 Louis Armstrong - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans 205 Dr John - Right Place Wrong Time 206 ESTHER ROSE - handyman 207 Lightnin Slim - It's Mighty Crazy 208 Slim Harpo - Blues Hangover 209 Irma Thomas - Ruler Of My Heart 210 WEATHER WARLOCK - Fukk the Plan-0 211 Superjoint Ritual - The Alcoholik (Use Once And Destroy) 212 Stressball - dust 213 Trampoline Team - Kill You On The Streetcar 214 Xander Harris - Where’s your Villain? 215 Dukes of Dixieland - When The Saints Go Marching In 216 Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds - Su Su 217 Danzig - I'm the one 218 EyeHatteGod - Pigs 219 Hank Williams Jr - Amos Moses 220 The Cramps - Alligator Stomp 221 Crowbar - The Serpent Only Lies 222 Shrüm - drip 223 Thou  - The Only Law 224 DR. JOHN - Babylon   225 Garth Brooks - Callin' Baton Rouge 226 Wild Magnolias - All On A Mardi Gras Day 227 NCIS New Orleans TV Show theme 228 Skull Duggery - Big Easy 229 Harry Connick Jr. - City beaneath the sea 230 Elvis Presley - Dixieland Rock 231 Tom Waits - I Wish I Was In New Orleans (In The Ninth Ward) 232 Neil Young - Everybody's Rockin 233 Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals - Delinquent 234 CORROSION OF CONFORMITY - Wolf Named Crow 235 Widespread Panic - Fishwater 236 Lillian Boutté - Why Don't You Go Down to New Orleans 237 Bryan Ferry - Limbo 238 Scream - Mardi Gras 239 EyeHateGod - Shoplift 240 Better Than Ezra - good 241 Duke Ellington - Perdido (1960 Version) 242 Bob Dylan - Rambling, Gambling Willie 243 Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - sAve my soul 244 Le Roux - So Fired Up 245 Concrete Blonde - The Vampire song 246 Boozoo Chavis - Zydeco Mardi Gras 247 Idris Muhammad  - Piece of mind 248 Les Hooper - Back in Blue Orleans 249 Doug Kershaw - Cajun stripper 250 DOWN  - Witchtripper 251 Soilent Green - So hatred 252 Professional Longhair - Big chief 253 Willie Nelson - City Of New Orleans 254 Tom Waits - Whistlin' Past The Graveyard 255 Brian Fallon - sleepwalkers 256 Patsy - Count It On Down 257 Into the Moat - The Siege Of Orleans 258 Bruce Cockburn - Down To The Delta 259 Jello Biafra · the Raunch and Soul All-Stars - Fannie Mae 260 Exhorder - Asunder 261 Cane Hill - Too Far Gone 262 The Slackers - peculiar 263 Crowbar  - A Breed Apart   264 COC - Wiseblood 265 Necrophagia - Embalmed Yet I Breathe 266 EYEHATEGOD - Fake What's Yours 333 Alan Vega - Bye Bye Bayou 666 DOWN  - Stone the crow

I don’t beads by the way! Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC182dTlE-Gii6ZOO5ZrN1Z1T

[purplepri]

My Drarry fanfic Masterlist

I've been meaning to make this list for a long time now, but my laziness didn't let me. Well, better later than never, so there it goes.

Disclaimer: this fics are from my personal taste. Many of them came from the always fabulous @drarryspecificrecs and @drarryspecificrecsdaily, so make sure to look their recs since it's more diverse. English it's not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. And I will do my very best to not spoil any of it, so my summaries are going to be short.

Long-fic

A Biding Promise by emeraldvssilver [E, +18]

“I choose you Harry. I’m yours. I think… I think I always was. Never could quite stop looking at you, or thinking about you.”

“Draco, I promise you I will protect you. With everything I am, and everything I have, I will protect you.”

Harry's power was an immovable force of nature, and Draco's magic parted for it like it was welcoming an old lover back into it's warm embrace. The Oath took root around Harry's core as he unwittingly bound himself to Draco, and bound himself to his promise.

It's hot, and cute, and I love the magical bond trope so much!!!!

Secrets by Vorabiza [E, +18]

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

I can't start to describe this one. I've read it instead of the book I was supposed to read for lit class, and I seriously don't regret it. The best of the best!!!!!!!

Safety by vivi1138 [M, +18]

Cedric Diggory is dead, Voldemort is reborn. Narcissa Malfoy knows what this means for her son, and she will not let him be Marked. Even if it means fleeing Britain.

With Amelia Bones' help, a safe haven welcomes six teenagers who have no wish to bow to Voldemort. The only catch? They'll need to adapt to a Muggle lifestyle.

With private teachers to continue their schooling, isolated from the rest of the world, they certainly don't expect to enjoy themselves, especially after Harry Potter himself joins them.

A story where Umbridge wreaks havoc on Hogwarts and Harry is not there to see it.

Good lord, this one. It's a-fucking-mazing in every point, I love this one with all my heart... So beautiful...

The Chamber of Secrets and Half the Adults are Idiots by Des98 [M, +18]

"Harry Potter AU where Harry is hiding in the cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. And he sees Lucius grab Draco with his cane. And he hears the hiss, “What did I tell you?” And he hears the quiver in the blonde boy’s voice, “Don’t touch anything.”

And Harry knows.

Because he’s used the voice that Draco uses for the past twelve years.

He knows.

Because now that he’s lived with the Weasleys for over a month, he knows that that’s not the way that a father’s voice should be.

He knows...

All I can say it's that Harry it's a cinnamon roll, everybody gets called out for their bullshit, and this series just makes me so happy that finally every abuse Harry's been through is addressed and cared for!!!!!!

Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields [E, +18]

It’s the autumn after Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters are steadily gaining power, and Harry and his friends are desperate to find the remaining Horcruxes. But then Draco Malfoy arrives at Grimmauld Place, traumatised, starved and drained of all his magical ability. It falls to Harry to show the Slytherin how to adapt to his new way of life, never guessing that Draco has a few things to teach him in return.

This one it's phenomenal! Draco needs to learn how to deal with not having magic anymore, and Harry's the one that teaches him. It's so gooooooooood

Harry Potter and The Bound Prince by slashpervert [E, +18]

In HBP, there is a pivotal moment where things could have gone very differently for Harry and Draco. In the bathroom sixth year, Draco is upset that Harry has caught him crying and throws a hex. It escalates and ends in blood, with Harry nearly killing Draco by accident. In this story, instead, unvoiced attraction to Harry motivates Draco to take a chance and kiss him. Once sparked, their mutual desire and exploration becomes the driving force in the alternative ending to the series. Draco's "mission" from Voldemort turns out to be more complex than that presented in canon and their solution even more difficult.

Let's just say that the author's name is very fitting for the content they wrote... But, yeah, there's a lot of smut, but gods if the plot isn't amazing as well...

Dark Wizengamot by Emerys_Potter [T, +13]

Preparing to head to his hearing, just before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry learns quickly that Sirius' plans tend to get complicated. In a matter of minutes Harry becomes a Lord of the Wizarding World and in so doing learns that not all his friends are on his side.

Watch as Harry stands up for himself and shakes the Wizengamot, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, Voldemort and the Wizarding World at large for a spin.

Shout out to everyone who loves a good Dumbledore!bashing, Slytherins are people too, BAMF Harry Potter!!! I see you and I love you, please read this fanfic, it's going to worth it!!!!!

Easy as Falling by Lomonaaeren [T, +13]

Harry doesn’t really like the way things are going in the wizarding world. But who’s going to do something about it?...Him, that’s who! (Or, how Harry became a Benevolently Snarky Dark Lord).

I can't. I love Dark!Harry, it's just so EXCITING for me to see someone that was a light symbol fall into the dark and find strength and power there...

Short-fic

Harry Potter and the Sentinel Phenomenon by elissblair [M, +18]

Everything changes the summer after fifth year. Draco refuses to take the Dark Mark and must deal with leaving behind the life, friends and family he's always known.The Dursley's abandon Harry alone in the woods for a week, triggering his Sentinel gifts and leaving him hurting and in need of a Guide. Can two rivals put aside five years worth of antagonism in order to work together to save Hogwarts and each other?

I don't know what to say about this one... So cute and well written, I love this so much, OMG...

The Devil's White Knight by orphan_account [E, +18]

When Harry wakes up in an alternate timeline--a timeline where Voldemort was defeated long before the first war--he discovers everything is different. His parents, his godfather, his friends--and him. Harry must deal with the consequences of who he would have been if he had been raised by his parents, and figure out where he stands with his casual hook up, Draco Malfoy.

I love this one so much and often read it again just for the sake of it. Family it's a complicated matter, isn't it?

Azoth by zeitgeistic [E, +18]

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Alchemy, apprenticeship, mentor!Snape... What a ride this one is! But it's amazing, ugh!

One-Shot

Changeable Weather by tigersilver [E, +18]

They should be studying for their exams, but it's too hot, so everyone is just hanging around by the lake in various states of undress. Draco cannot cope with all of Harry's exposed skin.

You know... Summer vibes, beach(it's the lake of Hogwarts), Harry being all good-looking and that's it.

Breaking the Curse by GatewayGirl [E, +18]

At first, not being able to hire Slytherins didn't seem too bad, but now Auror Potter is taking it personally. If only Draco Malfoy didn't keep cropping up in his investigation.

There's a curse at the Ministry and the former Slytherins can't get a job in there. Of course auror Potter needs to be the one who breaks it, huh? And of course it's sex magic, huh?

Buy a Heart by xErised [E, +18]

Draco's cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.

Harry being a size queen it's my smut pet peeve, I'm not going to lie. But yeah, very hot sex all around the hotel room. That's it.

Crush by MissyMallow [T, +13]

Harry Potter; one gorgeous specimen ever created. Draco Malfoy’s crush.

This one made me so happy while I was reading! It’s amazing!

[thelordstears]

Writing totally isn’t a passion of mine *Wink, wink*

"Fools, always think they're the smartest one in the room, as is the same with saints, it would seem." - Moores Thomas

"The crow must have a very watchful eye; for even his flock is called a murder." - Valkronin Sambridge

"Sometimes what others do to obtain peace leaves you in pieces." - Bentley Harlem

"He is the enemy screams my ragged bone mind; again and again the shouts of my father echo in the night of my darkness, and again and again I let the lie envelop like blood in my chest." - Alastair Sambridge

"This wicked heart doth not beat lovely." - Valkronin Sambridge

"We're pawns in a game that doesn't fucking care; the King and Queen have left the brooks and knights bleeding on the edge of the board. All that's left of us is the way we move across a checkered board, wondering why black, white and red is the only color we can see through these loyalty blinded eyes." - Flitz Haktoll

"We're all lookin' for glory at the end of a faded bullet; grins echoing in the decaying lights of justice and heroism." - Benjamin Scotsfire

"Glory is not found in the pursuit of death. It's often found in the pursuit of something greater." - Henry Onlark

”Lies fall slick from the tongue of the foolish.” - Cross Smykens

"I left the war; but it never left me." - Jay Foster

"Ya know; a man once told me to turn my rage inta power. Let it be the kick of my bloodied rifle, but as I turned that rage to power, as I let that bloodied rifle bruise my shoulder; I learned that power's name was corruption all along." - Maximus Bates

"When everything is ripped decadent from your veins you find a substitute for that abyss in your heart; and I've filled it with cracks of who I'm not." - Terminus Hydra

"People like us don't get third chances. We just get ta live the rest of our lives in this flat circle, we're doomed ta try and run on these hand me down shoes; but we'll just get right back where we started. Standin' stagnant in our cruelty." - Scottenmire Travol

"You haunt many a folk 'round here and you don't even know the names of the graves carved into the stone of your heart; everyone's nameless too ya. But everyone's got a name and a couple thousand stories to tell, what merry little tale do you think I plan on orchestrating tonight?" - Monte Pelamo

"I thought I was raising a rifle to fate; but then I bled as my finger curled around the trigger." - Alastair Sambridge

"Glory and death often go hand in hand; interlocking bloodstained fingers within one another's as to best watch humanity flitter and fade away into dust and ashes. Have you ever noticed how cruel people get when life fucks 'em over? How evil seeps through the good man's heart all because he had a bad fucking day? I'm the seed of evil planted into the good man's ribcage, blossoming like a black rose of thorns and shadow in the heart of kindness." - Diablo Bohnsello

"I already walked that path brother. I already have a coffin fitted for a man that ain't me; it's why I'm so fucking dangerous." - Hectorvallo Bloodwain

"If you can't fucking get something out of doing what's right, than what's the point of being the good guy?" - Trent Aval

"Oi'm just a stumblin' deer, wonderin' where these breadcrumbs will lead me." - McKady Cornwall

"Some men call me a mad man. But I imagine you'll call me a monster, or karma, in some wicked sense. Who I am is usually defined differently for every man I come across. They all have their own little tale. Some weep as they read the poetry scribed like scars in their heart, some rejoice in the wicked man's tale. But you, little one shall die, in some strange and peculiar way. Not in the sense that I'll bury you, but in the sense that I'll wipe your slate clean and scribe little pieces of my darkness onto your blackened pages." - Westell Gramstein

"Crazy and misunderstood is a very thin line many walk." - Westell Gramstein

"I was stuck in a shadow like trance, dancing with the light of my very own moon. It was under the decadent and decaying lights of that pale light cast from the sky that I was stricken by a very sudden madness. A very quiet, madness." - Shackelstan Puppeteer

"Any man can become a shadow wisped secret of himself. How do ya think the darkest of creatures are made, brother? They start off as good people doin' good things. But sumthin' comes along the line and rips them from their shadow, leavin' them defenseless against the dark." - Valterren

"In all madness, my friend, there is what created it. Dare you tread in the black waters of my mind?" - Westell Gramstein

"When it's your life or mine I tend to get a little selfish, a little cowardly. And these days, the bullet is my only saving grace." - Kyro Bellford

"I stand stagnant in a pool of others blood, wishing it was my own." - Alwine Hickory

"I looked for who I am in all the wrong places. Like the way a boys hurt tasted on my heart, or the way a cigarette burnt my tongue. It's as if I never really found me. As if I never will. Because in all honesty, I feel as though I was never someone that could truthfully be called Inazo Lizomann." - Inazo Liomann

"I'm licking fate off of the barrel of temptation's revolver, my heart splintered and weary. Once you get a taste of the things that damn you, like the way cruelty tastes on your tongue, you begin to fall away from yourself. I swore up and down I'd survive. But I didn't. I never had." - Huntsdale Klizollo

"Unity with control is like putting a cat in water. You think it won't resist, you'll think that peace can be found within the feral animal you've dropped into the waters of unified revolution. But eventually, claws start to fly and the once unified civilization becomes nothing but the ashes it once started as." - Hex Sweeney

"I'm cursing you with the thought of life in the midst of the death of those you called friend." - Sevelsworth Hickory

"They always say, oh go ahead, open up. Let those scars bleed so you can reach the light everyone's always preaching about. And then you let your emotions come running from your lip like a river, and they put a dam in your mind and tell ya no one gives a fuck about the kid of trouble and bone. So you pick up a few bad habits, you throw another fist against a kid in your same situation and make due with what ya've fucking got. As if the dam built in your mind keeps all but the rage in." - Flizo Thompson

"I'm old bones buried beneath the rubble of identity. Don't matter how much I struggle, how much I try to survive. Because I'm already dead, and at this point, bein' a walking grave don't sound so appealing. So I burn up my lungs and pray I drift away with the smoke." - Ramo Bonewitz

"No one cares about you Ramo, you're already a ghost. All I have to do is give that little extra push into the unknown." - Quentin Satchel

"You won't make it out of this alive. You'll try. You'll walk mile after mile. But you're just a tombstone with legs." - Quentin Satchel

"My thirst for blood started young. The first day I saw the driblets of crimson drop to the tile floor was when a kid brought a razor blade to school and drew blood against his bully. An act of defense. And gradually my thirst for this kind of behavior grew. It started with rooster fights, watching the little fuckers claw at each other with those sharp nailed talons of theirs. But that gets boring quick. So I moved onto dogs. And that evolved into watching wolves fight in my father's barnyard. But eventually you get sick and tired of fur and fangs, so you settle for something more dangerous. Something more rewarding. My father taught me the game of gladiatorial fighting. Civil. Just. Merciful. And as I watched that man cut his brother down in the blink of an eye, oh I knew I could never go back. And I never would. I became a master of the arena, sitting on my throne of gladiator and gladiatrix's corpses." - Sevelsworth Hickory

"The blood of my father's victims sits on my hands, as if it was me pullin' the trigger. As if all along, I were pullin' the strings. Sometimes, when all ya can do is watch tragedy unravel, you get this funny lil idea that it's all your fault." - Alwine Hickory

"I was raised on the Devil's backbone of sin, standin' like the snarl of a rifle. Don't you come ta wonder what makes monsters like me? Brother, life has always been what makes monsters outta human men." - Cavowit Hickory

"We're all just thieves and bastards lickin' up the pieces 'a fate we got left. So why you gon' go damnin' me for preventin' the crooked bitch from comin' for me sooner? Son, I'm just doin' what it takes ta survive this Devil's country." - Stalkman Hickory

"I got a tattoo runnin' below my eye that tells the truth, as if the grim reaper has put her eternal mark on me." - Henio Bonstook

"You'll become a reflection, of sorts. You won't exactly, look like me. You won't exactly, look like my gunmetal stained past. But it'll be there, lurking in the corners of the mirror. Waitin'. Watchin'. Readyin' itself to pounce on the little gunslinger who thought he could, and that my friend. Is the day you'll die." - Ulfrich Diggory

"It's not about, who you are in the now. It's about who you're gonna be after I start carving little pieces of you off with the edge of my gunslinger malice." - Ulfrich Diggory

"Truthfully, I killed someone for that woman. I carved little pieces from off my heart, begging her to love them, but she was a Devil wrapped in gossamer, silk and roses, telling me that our little secret was nothing more then a flickering streetlight, providing little protection to the darkness of the night. And I suppose, my streetlight flickered out, leaving me with nothing but the sparks of a cigarette and the warmth of a revolver." - Grant Filepen

"Where once faith swung like curtains behind my ribcage, now it feels more like a couple of nooses, whispering my fate into the winds of my feeble, decaying sense of self." - Amaziah Bokenmay

"To the circus you shall go, to lose your mind and find a darker soul." - Moores Thomas

"Truthfully we're all heroes in some capacity. But some cast that away, they tear it screaming from their heart, our heroism often begs when faced with greedy fingers, but the cruel don't care. And to all the heroes who invited the kindness in, I hope it didn't take too many pieces away from you, to let the fact that cruelty exists despite the bravery in you break you." - Kirsten Hezofrein

"The cruel call peace a revolution just so they have an excuse to kill the protestors." - Sebastian Dovens

"The blood ran black from my wrist, dripping down like candle wax damnation." - Joey Alderson

"Skinny and starvin' I died, sittin' on the edge of my frozen over revolver. I shivered, I shook. And mate, I didn't make it ta the end of the tunnel, I was caught by the traffic of beasts, but 'ow peculiar is it, that they stared at me with eyes I recognized? As if pe'raps, friends can become enemies within the span of a god damn blink." - Arv Harknizia

"Darkness has to blot out the sun for light to shine later on." - Gustave X. Van Velk

"Those in power are often the weakest man kind's got to offer." - Garth Yeager

"I saw life flash before my eyes in the banging of a rifle, sins sitting cruel on a masked man's sleeve. It was in that moment of death that I cut humanity from out my heart, becoming something unfamiliar. But these cackles of insanity start to feel beautiful." - Tahasha Moonlight

"Life keeps forcing me down, these shadows start to whisper into my mind that the light is just outta reach. And those damned shadows rip at the threads of the sun's golden rays, ripping into the warmth of Summer forevermore. I'm telling you man, you think Summer memories will always be goofing off under the hot sun, playing videogames with your best friend as your mom brings you cookies and lemonade. But all I can hear now is the gunfire melody of the hunt, sickening cackles ringing in my ears like poppers goin' off to damn early." - Scottie Bloodvallo

"Death is something we can not avoid. It catches all souls who live, it lingers in the cold mountains and in the hot springs, hiding in the shadows and the light. Wherever we go it is hiding, always hiding. But I find it so,  innately cruel that sometimes, death catches up to men and women who still have miles to walk. People who from then on out have to walk mile by begrudged mile in death's wicked boots." - Caesar Cagelstan

"Men like me, men of the mountains and cold harsh winds of Antarctica don't really fuckin' live. Sure, we breathe. But as an old friend said there's such an ugly difference in that, cause as I puff another hazed, stale old cigarette, smoke drifting towards the Heavens, I come ta realize these angels wear smoke wings and ember halos, praying that this warmth is enough ta melt the ice in their hearts." - Daryl Fate

"People think that because they've walked comfortable miles, they know what it means, to truly be alive. But breathing and living are a very thin line many cling too, as if it was the lit fuse of a pact of dynamite, praying that it doesn't cover them in shrapnel truths and war bound horrors. I no longer live. I breathe. And there is such an ugly difference in that." - Mankar Hagmallio

"You don't know this city like I do kid. There's sharks swimmin' in the waters of these secrets, boy, and you're starting to smell a helluva lot like blood." - Roman Ustolgio

"I'm a Diablo, friend, and you're here for a handshake." - Abundio Garciel

"They called me a fucking misfit, as if who I am wasn't enough for society. And so as I washed myself in the blood of my innocence, draped in the crimson shawl of my identity, I came to realize no one, and I mean no one at fucking all, can add up to the expectations of a civilization ruled under the boot of the Heavens. And so we call ourselves angels, as if that made us holy in any sense of the fucking word." - Nicolla Bravajin

“ These skyscrapers stand like dead goliaths of faith and virtue, reminding us that New York city is where identities go to die and justice comes to wither and writhe underneath the heat of another darkened day. “ - Bartley Exodus

“ There comes a time when every man must choose who he wishes to be. He can walk the road seldom traveled or walk amongst the villains, slipping a mask of fangs over his face as to hide the bravery flickering in them golden eyes of his.” - Bartley Exodus

“ I pick up my old, rusted revolver and carve a couple dead men's names into the bullets and shove 'em into this chamber. Did I say dead men? Sorry. I've got a tendency to talk future tense." - Bartley Exodus

“ There's a locked room in my head where all the thoughts used to go.” - Bardem Lazolla

“ You know, all my life I've had to be tough, had to be just a bit stronger than the last guy; but I'm tired of the act. This mask is beginning to slip and I fear who I'll be once it falls. I've been someone else for so long that I don't know who I'll be once I'm me. “ - Bardem Lazolla

“ Isn't it strange how some people choose to be stuck in a nightmare while everyone else is living the dream? They can say we're all crazy, nutcases who belong in the looney bin. But in the end I'd rather be crazy than normal. I'd rather be me than someone I never was.” - Axelo Hayware

“ We've gotta be accepting, because humanity is built on love; but some people think power and hate is what gets you a name remembered. Yeah sure, names like Adolf Hitler and Julius Caesar are prevalent in the history books; but who do you look up to? Martin Luther King Jr or the fool who let power get to his head?” - Axelo Hayware

“ Humanity isn't doomed, we're just a little stuck is all." - Axelo Hayware

“ You know how when you're just a kid you dream of one day changing the world? Well look at you! Look! You did it; I promise. We're all changing the world daily with our actions, wondering if we ever meant a damn thing in the end; and I'll admit, I stumbled a few times. This path had a couple of roots along the way that felt like a noose wrapping around my dreams, forcing me to sputter and choke on nightmares.” - Tom Hanson

“ I refuse to let the gunshot melody become my song. “ - Tom Hanson

“ Look, there's a time and place to be a hero. And that's everywhere and all across the clock.” - Spencer Vokeswagon

“ I'm just the civilian who watched in wonder as the sky burned with glory bound promises, smelling the way they broke in the air.” - Spencer Vokeswagon

“ I'm falling inch by inch; wondering why the fall is such a slow descent, it has taken years for me to reach the atmosphere, and I have been burning ever since I first touched a broken star with human fingers that never should've found those old secrets dusted in the corner of a shelf in her son's bedroom.” - Valentine Valks

“ I shall never discover for I fear taking a step forward.” - Valentine Valks

“ Was that taut leather in his eyes or love?” - Valentine Valks

“ He is cruel and unjust, claiming himself an angel as he rips the wings from other's backs if only to stitch them onto his own. Is it such a sin to give life to the devil whom would steal it? I didn't know, I plead to the Heavens. But in my skull I hear the booming voice of God fracturing my pieces, and he tells me, "It matters not. He is your blood; and so you shall bleed in his place." And like a fool I accept my punishment as Jesus once did. I am bleeding on a crucifix of my son's sins, crown of thorns wrapped around my head as all the color bleeds from me. Black and white blend to a warped sense of grey; and all I know becomes fogged and misty. “ - Valentine Valks

“ I was raised a warrior, fighting battles of mind and blade, because in a world where evil lurks in every corner; everyone needs to be a hero or have the capability to be one. “ - Kadlin Paulson

“ The true warrior fights for what she loves and what she knows to be true.” - Kadlin Paulson

“ I'm an old tree trunk covered in the scars of the hatchet; and I know they dare not remember my name. For if the hatchet were to remember the name of every tree it cut its handle would begin to rot. Because to cut and cut and cut; the hatchet must have slain a couple of once sturdy trees. But I will stand sturdy forevermore. “ - Kadlin Paulson

“ I was young when I learned to keep a watchful eye on all that one loves; for everything has a darkness waiting inside of them, prowling in the depths of all saint's bones, waiting to pounce on the weary hearted followers of God. Dare not let this darkness prevent you from stepping into the light; for this is how the shadows in your ribcage win, how the demons start cackling with a strength they didn't once possess. “ - Nial Moorannan

“ My hands are stained with the blood of every man I've ever been.” - Nial Moorannan

“ I have watched the sun set one too many times; aiming the scope of this fox hound's rifle a thousand and three times, always me in my sights. Always me I watch go down in a howling scream of blood lit confessions and regret cackling at the midnight sky ever burning.” - Nial Moorannan

“A serpent followed us into our perfect little garden of Eden and stood watchful at our forbidden trees; eyes beady and forever burning with an emptiness that was never quite human. And he stripped the roses from Heaven; he tore the angels from a once clear sky and cackled as fire erupted through the clouds. And so all the angels of Eden fell; forever fell. On that day I died a death like no other, dreaming of beauty as I fell from Heaven, grasping the burning clouds wondering why death tasted like a memory on its way." - Nial Moorannan

“ There's a black serpent slitherin' in me ribcage; darin' me ta take a step forward in this dance with me shadow, and I dance, and I dance, and I bloody dance. A pirouette in the soddin' dark of me own bloody moon. “ - Arnold Schull

“ First time I died was when I were covered in da blood of boys sent howlin' ta an early grave, dagger drippin' crimson wif' regret. Second time I died was when I shook da hand of a masked devil, anarchy and violence howlin' just behind me. And mate; I've died many more times. “ - Arnold Schull

“ I've neva' seen 'is face. But those eyes dance wif' somethin' sinister. “ - Arnold Schull

“ Sometimes we hit the clouds before we make it to Heaven.” - Armellos Crescendo

“ Feather by feather who you are will be restored. “ - Armellos Crescendo

“ Rejoice, my friend; the sun of humanity has yet to sink. “ - Armellos Crescendo

“ I got fight left in my old bones and people to protect with all I got, so I roll up my sleeves and stick a cigarette between my teeth, letting the smoke be a warning of the fire that roars inside of me. “ - Armellos Crescendo

“ My father once told me that we have a choice when faced with the edge of a bullet; we either run from it or let it dig into our hearts. We're either the shield or the one that's behind it. And my mother once said that the world is a sorrowed plain of darkness; we're just the stars living in the blanket of shadow. And these words echo in my mind as I try to push back against the life I've been living, the sorrow ached life I've been given. “ - Ariel

"There's a storm in me heart. It rumbles and cackles with lightning and thunder; red rain pouring down on me cracked and broken ribcage, and as I try ta rest I feel the storm brew like death in this weary little fool. “ - Annabelle Courtney

“ I didn't pull the trigger, but I din'it stop anyone from lettin' the bullet soar neither. “ - Annabelle Courtney

“ I was a good woman once. But ever since I met that woman underneath the streetlights, I knew that I was a goner; she wore her nails red as blood, leather jacket draped over her shoulders as she snarled at the sky and all who made her the way she is. And as I fell through the ever lit skies of her rage I became something much less than who I am. She once dug sharp nails into my cheeks and snarled at me to paint the walls the color of my namesake, and with mournful regret I watched the white walls become a ruby red. “ - Ruby Vollstale

“ She's just a wild dog that doesn't know how to calm herself down.” - Ruby Vollstale

“ I once told myself that the fall is a long way down; but as I started to trip, the fall felt like only a few begrudged seconds. “ - Ruby Vollstale

“ Before one can fall head first into death he must go through the echo of life.” - Zecheriah Holyton

“ We are dropping like flies swatted by the electric swatter; dying as flashes of light in the nebula abyss of earth.” - Zecheriah Holyton

“ I was born curious, my friend. So I dug into the truths of philosophy and secrets, tearing my measly little claws into the greatest poets man kind ever knew trying to find the purpose of a life so obsolete. And I discovered that in truth; life is what we make it. But it also happens to be heavily influenced by our surroundings. “ - Zecheriah Holyton

“ I look into the stars of Heaven and often wonder if it's angels or graves in the sky or if that perhaps the sun is a culmination of all the burning wings set ablaze to give humanity warmth on event the harshest of winters. “ - Zecheriah Holyton

“ We are dualities of what we've done; wondering if what we didn't do condemns us in the end. “ - Zecheriah Holyton

“ Humanity is a vessel; of what I can never tell. All I know is that we're Babushka dolls." - Zecheriah Holyton

“ It's funny, how people will look at the unwell man with such fucking disgust; they say, "Look at the battered whore of a man! Sipping on the delusion that he is something other then his madness!" But don't they understand I'm trying to stuff myself so full of placebos that this fucked up thing I've become finally passes me by? “ - Arthur Wellburn

“ These emotions whir around my mind like cannons and gunfire, always hitting me down to rock bottom. But then I soar! Oh how I fucking soar. But I'm always falling within a month; laughing at the thought of splatting bloodied against rock bottom once again. “ - Arthur Wellburn

“ They always say you're strong for fighting the mental illness, but if they could see my heart they'd recoil and ask me to be put in a mental ward for all the thoughts that swim like death in this black watered river of my fucked up mind. “ - Arthur Wellburn

“ I'm just a nobody looking at the world through the eyes of Arthur Wellburn, wondering why I can never see a reflection of my mania. I'm stuck in this little corner nowadays, as if I'm just this little monster in a cage of his mind; and I'm always thinking the cure to my disease is a revolver shoved in my mouth and a wildly loud BANG! BANG! BANG! It'd be so much easier to die than to live, you know? So much easier to let the weight of my burdens fall onto my families shoulder like a ghost that lingers on the other side of death. But I never do it, I never do! And I get to wondering, "Why?" Because as life guns me down; I cackle in the red rain." - Arthur Wellburn

“ Look, I was just a kid hiding his truths behind dorky smiles and girls I didn't even have a crush on. But my brother, my sister, they were always gonna accept me as I am; there were never strings attached to our bonds; never scissors waiting to slice. “ - Tony Ikelfur

“ I am nothing more then a messiah of the broken and condemned; come one come all, safety is found in the comforting embrace of the shadow mistress. “ - Antonio Sharp

“ I walk within the light if only to watch it fade; striding beneath the sun if only to watch it sink one last time. “ - Antonio Sharp

“ I was born under the shadows of pinewood trees and howling wolves.” - Antonio Sharp

“ As the world comes to a grueling close who do you think will walk into paradise? The holy; or the heretics of life? Who do you think will be praised by the oh so holy creator of darkness but they who embraced it? We are beasts and bastards in these shadows my brother; so become one with the edging blade of destiny. Let it cut pieces of your identity from off your skin, let it call to you with the silver shadow of a soon to be crimson soaked dagger. We are children of the shadows; messiahs of the night. Dare the hero walk into the night with his rifle and bravery he will be shown as an example as to why the darkness is superior. “ - Antonio Sharp

“ I'm cheap smoke rising from the New York sky.” - Ambrose Walsh

“ Ever since the day I dug a grave I ain't been who I am. The lantern shed a pale yellow light across my face, cigarette stuck between my gritted teeth as I huffed and puffed, shovel working hard as the soil dug up beneath me. The moon was cast sorrowful on this broken man's soul, the reflection of a wolf dancing in the stream right by the old cemetery that knows too many forgotten names. You really don't wanna meet who I became that cold, Sundeh night. Because not even I can face the bastard in the reflection. “ - Ambrose Walsh

“ You can't trust the dogs who kept on a diggin' despite the way the soil reeked of death.” - Ambrose Walsh

“ You know how you try and be who you are after tragedy? You cling to the memory of the smile in your mirror and convince yourself that you're still that person? Because I tried real damn hard to be that person after the fire. But I know that boy is gone; buried underneath the secrets he found in a town he thought knew peace. “ - Alex Devonwood

“ I hate to break it to ya, but angels don't fucking exist. We're all just people living our sorrowful little lives selling ourselves to the dream that it gets better one day. But it doesn't, it really doesn't. I've been trying to find that happily ever after for a long time, but the man that haunts my memory? He sits in the recesses of darkness like a leather draped beast always waiting to drag the hopeful into his devious maw. Truth is life wasn't made to be lived. Life's only purpose is to serve us to death on a silver platter and I don't wanna stand for that. I wanna live but know it's impossible. “ - Alex Devonwood

“ I tried to tell my story; but no one roots for the underdog who never bit back, the dog who never barked his truths to the sky. People prefer tales of perseverance over the tale of the boy who never won. It gives them false hope, that they can be like the boy who won. But the boy who lost eats their dust." - Alex Devonwood

“ I used to be full of this joy that you couldn't really kill; but that man, he tore it from me. Sorrow leeched at the edges of his eyes; a dogs bark snarling somewhere in his throat, and he told me that we all live our lives confined in a locked room. And that the wrong person had found my key. And into my locked room he walked, ripping my heart from out the walls, digging into the wallpaper to discover the secrets I hid like confessions in my chest. And it was on that day that I was left as barebones of who I was. “ - Alec Bonehoff

“ I was just a fucking kid, man, I shouldn't have had to bare the weight of my brother's unguilted conscience. “ - Desmondo Dreadful

“ Sometimes ve chase our dreams. Sometimes zey chase us. “ - Luka Schiefer

“ People are always gonna hate even though it don't get no one anywhere, so when faced with this rage, when faced with this hatred ever seething. Take a few deep breaths and remember emotions often lie; and given the chance they'll shoot ya down with pellets of doubt and fear.” - Gary Heartlock

“ I was just a kid enjoying the company of himself, always told he just weren't a good influence. “ - Gary Heartlock

“ When you let the armor of lies shed from off your skin you start to grow a tougher skin of truth; don't you know that's why Icarus laughed as he fell? “ - Gary Heartlock

“ Be so authentically you that the hateful use you as an example of what's wrong with humanity; be so yourself that you set the bricks for the next man's path. “ - Gary Heartlock

“ You know how it is, right? You try and do the right thing but get caught up in all the bad of this world, wishing you had just stayed the fuck put.” - Dominiqua Claytor

“ Somedays I look back at the bridges I burned; memory of my eyes watering stinging my mind, the idea that I once smelled the smoke killing me from the inside. But I learn my lesson and move on. “ - Dominiqua Claytor

“ My brother and I are just two cold cases no one cares to look into; because who the hell cares about the death of identity? Who cares about the cigarette that never sparked up? “ - Adella Furrow

“ With my tattered boots and old leather jacket I walked into the unknown, and from whence I never returned. “ - Abel Romiro

“ Everyone stared me down, blaming me for the way fate unraveled, and I started to wonder if that town was home or just another house of too many damn walls. “ - Abel Romiro

“ That town was just too filled with devils for a single angel to do a damn thing.” - Abel Romiro

“ I've been both Cain and Abel truthfully; both Judas and the apostles who followed faithfully. But in the end I betrayed my own namesake, blood of a brother staining my once pure hands; and on that day I killed the hero inside of me. On that day the vultures flocked around my heart; pecking at what was soon to be dead. “ - Abel Romiro

“ That man locked me in a cage of the mind and told me to flay these pieces of identity from off my skin layer by layer. I bled for hours on the meat hook. A starving and skinny crow I became; yearning for a day where death didn't seem like a dream. And I found it in the hearts of my shield sisters. “ - Aadab Zivell

“ They say good fortune comes to he who raises a pistol in the name of peace; but often the man who slings bullets and sins ain't the man who finds the stairway to Heaven. “ - Aristead Solace

“ I've spent my life huntin' the cruel, finding them in different states and dead end alleyways. But still that one case sends shivers like death up my spine. Think of a lion; blood covered maw snarling inside of a cage it called the world, now take this lion and put him in a field full of gazelle. What will you get but a slaughter? That's what that man was to the world. Just a lion in a field of waiting gazelle. “ - Aristead Solace

“ Sometimes the heroes, they think their villains because ya gotta break a few commandments to stop the sinnin' man, and we call ourselves regretful devils. But we're just human, huh? And that's what made all the difference." - Aristead Solace

"Humanity. Kind one moment. Cruel the next. “ - Varkens Willowbrook

“ I have come to learn that there is an evil plaguing this world, it's wrapped in barbed wire and gunfire violence, the rage within sitting heavy in the open chest. And it goes by the wicked name of humanity. But simply because humanity is wicked does not mean that all of humanity is wicked. You'll find the kind ones somewhere waiting for you; but you are sure to find the wicked man often in a world that operates on kill or be killed. “ - Varkens Willowbrook

“ I believe that this world is kind despite the bad apples in the barrel; though those few bad apples started to rot the rest of the seeds within; the water roaring with the infection that came with the sin. Unfortunately just one bad apple effects the whole barrel. So one bad man effects the whole population. “ - Varkens Willowbrook

“ Somedays, the wolf; he wins. He trots around my ribcage victorious as can be, but that's when he gets cocky, when he begins to get careless. So the half-winged angels in me swoop down like a reaper's scythe and banishes the wolf to the locked door in my mind; where all the horrors go to starve. “ - Salvatore Graham

“ Ever since my father first laid a fist against my mother's cheek justice breathed through me as if I were a vessel in which it could see. And I told justice that I would dare not go blind. “ - Salvatore Graham

“ I pick up this blade; knowing one day I must turn it on thyself. “ - Salvatore Graham

“ Oh you know me; just a child of the old night sky, singing the blues as sorrow passes me by with a mournful sort of smile, knowing I'll come back around to her place in a day or two. “ - Franco Jonwitz

“ I'm just cigarette smoke chasing trouble.” - Franco Jonwitz

“ I take this old hat from off my head and read the poems that've been scribed in my ribcage, sadness following the words and prose I speak to the empty night sky. I've been a boy of sorrow ever since ma and pa became graves, moving along to an old orphanage with the scent of sadness wafting from off my papa's old, white suit jacket, hands and tears hiding somewhere in the fabric of that coat. I hold pieces of him inside of my heart, pieces of my mother hidden inside of my smile; and I guess there's sumthin' beautiful about that, huh? “ - Franco Jonwitz

“ I must confess, I've named a few of the stars after the ghosts that follow me, praying that they can fly up to the sky and find Heaven. But here they remain in my mind; reminding me that with sorrow comes trouble, and with Franco Jonwitz comes the inevitable idea that death kills before ya die." - Franco Jonwitz

“ War rains heavy over the weary soldiers who didn't make it past the gunfire; the ones who survived selling themselves to this ideology that their sins were for some greater good. But trouble etches its way into the bones of all whom pulled a trigger in the name of glory, sin or their own self gain. “ - Terminus Hydra

“ I lost everything, my friend, so a sin I became. “ - Terminus Hydra

“ Random acts of violence are often the ones that drive a man halfway to insanity, and the acts of violence he chooses to commit are the ones that drive him the full mile. “ - Terminus Hydra

“ I am a bad man. Dare not let my past tell you otherwise. If the people I knew where to speak of who I was they'd say he was a loving man who didn't let his tragedy define him; but speak to my enemies and they'll spit my name like venom on their breath. Two men tell two very different stories. My father would say I am a man of honor, but an old friend would call me the serpent to his corrupted and decaying garden of Eden." - Terminus Hydra

“ These scars on my legs tell the tale of a girl who lost herself too early; and it seems I can't hide my history from peering and bloodshot eyes. “ - Mayell Da Ville

“ My son tells me that one day, when I realize that who I am is beautiful despite the scars I'll find the wings had always been in my mind rather then on my back. But these scars, these horrific scars; they prevent the wings from growing ever again. “ - Mayell Da Ville

“ Here lies Mayell Da Ville; the ghost who found life too late. “ - Mayell Da Ville

“ There's a wolf on my shoulder; snarlin' at the frontlines and tellin' me ta stain my rifle in the blood of the innocent, and with a grin dancin' with moonlight I head inta the shadows and play myself a little game of huntsman and the lion. “ - Dekiah Doorvenstail

“ My father raised me ta be a killer. You should expect nothing but the bang of my rifle. “ - Dekiah Doorvenstail

“ Once you get blood on your hands it begins ta grow like a garden in your chest. But there's sumthin' different about this haunted little flowerbed. You begin ta realize that your ribcage was once Eden, but slowly, as the blood trickled down your fingers, Adam and Eve started fleein', the angel of flamin' blade nothing more then your heart that slowly faded ta black and grey. And as the serpent slithers onta your shoulder, you begin ta realize temptation lives in the hearts of all man kind. And only a special few accept their primal urges ta become nuthin' but a slaughterhouse on a cold Sunday afternoon. “ - Dekiah Doorvenstail

“ We were never wolves, my friend. But fragile people with hearts that can break and minds that can scar easy, but dare not turn to the shadows for comfort. They hold a dagger in one hand; and they hide it in the crevices of their darkness.” - Sabu Thorn

“ I think that if one is to find peace within themselves, they must first find peace within their scars. “ - Sabu Thorn

“ Eons ago I lost my mind.” - God

“ They say that dead men tell no tales; so who will whisper the tale of humanity once I'm done with it? “ - God

“ Everyone's always saying God's not dead. He's with us he's with us! But as I come down from my heavenly throne; the blood of humanity staining my shawl of lies and secrets; you'll pray that I am. But all your prayers have fallen on listening ears friend; and yet they never come to fruition, do they? “ - God

“ In the face of evil; silence is compliance.” - Gustave X. Van Velk

“ They don't tell you that the fall is so easy. They don't tell ya that we're all one crooked grin away from violence; so I take a steady step forward and throw a fist or two towards the evil that sits violent in this town of unwelcome shadows. “ - Gustave X. Van Velk

“ I've always tried to understand the enemy; walk a mile or two in their shoes, but Milos' boots are just too damn heavy and stuck in the muck of his powerful identity. “ - Gustave X. Van Velk

“ My sanity peels away in whispers and shadows.” - Cartniza Harvester

“ The word safe is such a fucking lie; no one ever is. “ - Cartniza Harvester

“ I don't know why this heart beats like a slowly rotting flower.” - Mackton Stoneshire

“ They say this Queen of madness is a revolver's shadow standing above peace; and she is. Because as she walks down these halls my bones shiver with shadows and things you could never dream of. Because she's a nightmare in the head of the weary; grinning deviously before she sins another deadly sin. And as my eyes shift to the checkered floors of this old mental ward; I know she can sense my fear. “ - Mackton Stoneshire

“ I'm still stuck under these shadows that fog my mind; heart roaring empty in the ribcage of a coffin. “ - Rupen Schello

“ I can still remember the night flames erupted inside my home; they now flash like colored lights in my memory, my parents' smiles becoming nothing but a shadow I can no longer follow. “ - Rupen Schello

“ A man with a memory can never be free of his torment.” - Rupen Schello

“ Every choice I ever made led to the death of who I am.” - Mervin Gavinwood

“ I never meant to fall; but I was born with the belief that I had wings, and so I leapt from blinding heights expecting to soar. “ - Mervin Gavinwood

“ The day I killed a man is the day I died. As his skull cracked against the bar stool; groaning and dying in the most grotesque way who I am started bleeding from the corners of my eyes as those two devils beside me laughed and laughed and laughed. “ - Mervin Gavinwood

“ He sits in the edges of my memory like a crow just waiting for his murder to come on along.” - Mervin Gavinwood

“ I've just been trying to cope with this loss of who I am for a long time; clinging to memories of him like a blanket that keeps me warm. But there's holes in this wool blanket; letting the cold settle into my bones. “ - Carol Corin

“ I weep for a life never lived; a death already fated. “ - Hexi Moorenfowl

“ Every detective has got her case, right? The one that drives her halfway to insanity because things just aren't adding up. I tried so hard to find those girls, I tried so hard to find that man's wife. But in the end it was a cold case that never went warm. “ - Maryland Fainrick

“ Mysteries often end in tragedy.” - Maryland Fainrick

“ I woke up in a foreign bed wondering why a stranger looked at me in the mirror; that was when I died an unfamiliar death. Falling from the heights of a Heaven I never deserved. “ - Kiddy Wendellburn

“ I choked on who I am a long time ago. And I don't think I can ever swallow my truths; because they taste so fucking vile. “ - Kiddy Wendellburn

“ "When you realize who you are, it's your job to become that person. “ - Adrella Soderit

“ We're all dreamers trying to find our happily ever after despite the nightmares that find us in the light; but don't you think it's the way we react to this darkness that defines who we are? “ - Adrella Soderit

“ So do me a favor and accept yourself won'tcha? Even when everyone around you condemns who you are. Even if you gotta keep that acceptance a secret in a little jar until one day, you can let those torch bugs fly into the open air." - Adrella Soderit 

“ I don't know what one would call him. But he feasts on the sacrilege of identity and flesh, sinking his teeth into innocence as if it were a divine, juicy, blood dripping steak. I'm just the remnants of the girl I used to be, and as I remember his parched tongue against my skin a shive runs cold down my spine and my fighting instincts kick in. As if my mind is a clock forever running backwards. Minutes and hours mixed into a relived past. “ - Marlia Ferotosia

“ I remember his smile. Filled with teeth and unkempt flesh. “ - Marlia Ferotosia

“ I listened to her sorrows. Her troubles. Her secrets and confessions. But she was torn from this world much too early. And that is a sin a man like me can never forgive. “ - Zack Mordell

“ The old soul is supposed to fade before the young one. But fate is a very cruel mistress; dancing with those who don't know the rules to the deadly tango. “ - Zack Mordell

“ I'm a fading symphony wondering when my last notes will play out into the wind, but I keep singing. “ - Zack Mordell

“ Healing will come after the scars stop bleeding, so a little word of advice, don't stab those dagger like thoughts into your skin. “ - Cordemlia Munstwain

“ Some people say they aren't themselves, and I get that; sometimes it's difficult to admit that we're changing. Difficult to admit growth feels uncomfortable in the hurting mind. But eventually you'll grow into this new you. You'll find that it's often like a scab. It only forms to protect ya from the infection a wound leaves. “ - Cordemlia Munstwain

“ Some people say love at first sight don'it exist. And, I don't fink' it were love at first sight. But love at first spoken word. Love developed inside da poetry we spoke underneath da dyin' lights of the street. He's a broken man, but I built 'im new pieces and told 'im ta shimmer and shine like a star in the night sky; and it feels as though when I put a lovin' finger on 'is cheek dat he's started ta feel more human. As if 'e's no longer a whiskey stained ghost. “ - Daubellia O’Snair

“ Fate twists in some awfully strange ways, huh? You could be a normal, everyday girl, fighting hardly noticeable battles and then in the blink of an eye tragedy rips through the air like a bullet in your fucking teeth. “ - Alexia Hathorn

“ Sometimes you gotta make a choice. Live or die. And sometimes you'll do both.” - Alexia Hathorn

“ We're the scar ridden angels of Heaven, soaring on wings stitched with different pieces; like a quilt of many colors. We're not heroes, just people who got caught in the crossfire of a world roaring with evil. “ - Alexia Hathorn

“ Often people in pain's mind is fogged up from the hurt, and so they don't really know what they're doing, ya know? “ - Hispania Hopva

“ Death I've learned, stalks the living. “ - Hannisada Gravewit

“ You can't really cure addiction. It walks beside he or she who used. Like a ghost that doesn't know when or how to move on. Is it really that much to ask for a halfway decent mind? One that doesn't taunt me with the idea of one more fucking high? But I suppose it was my choice to accept that little baggie at a party, right? It was my idea to get addicted, right? That's what they always tell ya. They call the junkies and ghosts monsters of society, but damn it man, we've been victims all along. “ - Hannisada Gravewit

“ I tried to hide my scars under thick coats and heavy blankets, but I bled and soaked through those. So now here I stand. Naked and awfully vulnerable to my demons and ghosts." - Hannisada Gravewit

“ His insanity ripped me from my backbone when I was only a child. I can still remember the violence shattered between his knuckles, the anger on his cigarette snarl. I still remember the screams. The God awful screams. I've been trying to dream for a long time man, but these nightmares always plague the boy who never lived. The boy who never had the chance, to live. “ - Jonathan Enders

“ I just, I don't know how to escape these nightmares, man. Because that man's cruelty echoes in my mind; his smoke whispered anger booming through my thoughts. I was just a kid, man. But he stole that option from me when he put a bloodied finger to my lip and whispered that he was never here. Or when that old, boney skeleton beside him clasped two hands around my shoulder and whispered in a low, harsh voice that they were the boogeymen. And I believe that. Because the boogeyman is what goes bump in the night, right? And if there's anything that could be considered monster, I'd give the definition to them.” - Jonathan Enders

“ I take a fragile breath, hoping it doesn't rip through my throat like a bullet. “ - Jonathan Enders

“ I fought myself for such a long time only to realize the reflection had always been a friend. “ - Baila Von Cascia

“ Ya know how fate works, right? Ya meet one or two people and your whole world unravels. Sure. They're good people. You learn that they've become family somewhere along the road. But the villains you met alongside them just isn't worth it. “ - Joshua Houstella

“ I have fallen down this rabbit hole of oneself, gripping the roots of madness.” - Ingretta Shazowlla

“ I am nothing short of a sin. Nothing short of a monster masquerading as a woman. “ - Ingretta Shazowlla

“ This heart of mine has whispered in sin and death ever since my mother told me all of her secrets, the closet looking like a welcoming home where Narnia and all the lions would protect me. But fantasy has never been as cruel, and unpredictable as reality. For reality hides until the right moment. Waiting. Forever waiting. And one day it snatches you so unaware and drags you through the nightmares. Oh you may kick. You may scream. But you'll most certainly succumb. “ - Ingretta Shazowlla

“ Forever my friend, can last only a second as the white rabbit once said. And forever, has lasted too long for my angel." - Ingretta Shazowlla 

“ I speak my truths in barely audible whispers, screaming my lies at glass shattered levels. “ - Molly Chain

“ My lonely little mind is slathered in grey and blue paint, memories glossed over with thick layers of dark color. I've tried to peal away that wallpaper. But there's endless layers in this house, and I just don't know how much strength I've got left. “ - Molly Chain

“ There's blisters on my strength, and I fear I'm about to slip. “ - Molly Chain

“ All my life I've been afraid. Of myself. Of my father. Of the shadows that hid like monsters in my closet. And as I come to the realization that I will never escape my mind, I know that this is who I am. And she's such a broken girl. A wisped shadow of something great. “ - Clarice Sanchez

“ I honestly believe God started typing me up, but he left to work on something greater and left me an unfinished piece of poetry, as if my prose bleed into the way fate unravels and twists. “ - Clarice Sanchez

“ My peace of mind bleeds from the holes in my heart. “ - Clarice Sanchez

“ From what I know cruelty is the last guillotine, and we're just whittlin' down the rope, wonderin' when it'll snap and fall down on humanities head. “ - Leone Kassophic

“ God's voice is echoed through violence.” - Leone Kassophic

“ If my sins were tangible, would I bleed upon contact? “ - Darkin Vagabond

“ Truthfully I am not me. Just a graveyard symphony ringing like the funeral bell, revolver held in one hand, regrets held feebly in the other.” - Darkin Vagabond

“ I look to the star painted sky and wonder what prayers he's been answering, which whispers screamed the loudest. “ - Zelene Clifforde

“ I am a lover at heart, wishing poetry and words spoken could heal the damage of war. And truthfully, that is the only way to stop a war. You speak to the enemy with a certain understanding. You try to discover who they are past the violence shattered between their bruised and bloodstained knuckles." - Zelene Clifforde

“ I am a gentle soul at heart, but alas, I sharpen my claws and go to war like a sinner who doesn't know when to quit, like an old, tattered wolf who wishes to quit all the bloodshed. “ - Yngvir Alvisson

“ Often I wonder if this heart should just quit feeling. Quit letting the blood stain it like a memory that shalt not be forgotten. But I pick up my heart, and I shove it fragile and broken back inside my ribcage. For to become a beast, my friend, is the loneliest achievement of all. “ - Yngvir Alvisson

“ Way I see it. Hate is a revolver. These men and women fill their chamber with all the good pieces of themselves, firing off for a cause that never mattered, something that shouldn't even exist. “ - Jaspello Crosshair

“ In every sense of the word I'm the hero I needed when I was a kid. “ - Jaspello Crosshair

“ Take life one step at a time, second by second, minute by minute. Eventually the storm will pass you by. Sometimes it feels as though you're not gonna make it, but that's the kind of thing tragedy whispers, it tells you lies in an attempt to weaken your resolve. “ - Chris Shaw

“ Debby and I treat life like a workout. We breathe in. We breathe out. We face it head on and don't let the idea of pain stop us. “ - Chris Shaw

“ I was just a farm girl lookin' for a happily ever after, but that wicked and damned man stole the light from me layer by layer. It's as if he carved pieces 'a me off 'a my skin, whisper by whisper, sin by unnatural sin. “ - Ellen Duster

“ There's so many pieces 'a me missin' nowadays. “ - Ellen Duster

“ Redemption is a sunset, and it jus' don' ever rise." - Ellen Duster

“ I tried to build a paper boat and drift away from my prison cell, but the storm started howling in my mind and I fell off the side, clutching the paper rafts and oars, wondering why this is how life drowned me. Some men drown in whiskey. Others drown in sorrow. But all I ever drowned in was the tragedy of being someone I'm not. “ - Isaac Abernathy

“ If a lie fits the powerful man's agenda, he'll do anything he can to make that lie a truth, or at least make it appear as such. “ - Jacob Abernathy

“ I can still remember how that man told me that we'd save the world together, that as the bombs started going off, we'd be the men history looked at and said, "Well done, heroes, you did it." But as I watched the world fall asunder, my heroes heart fading into a broken one, I knew that all the man did was lie to my good nature, and it was on that day, unaware, I bit into the sacrilege of false revolution. “ - Jacob Abernathy

“ I was just a girl without shadows in her mind until I stumbled into a rabbit hole of Godhood and the way blood spills on the arena floor. And as I fell, little pieces of me being carved off by the blade of a malicious God, I knew that I must have more of this undying pleasure. “ - Sonata Vickowinter

“ I'm just a broken bottle angel who forgot his wings on the downward descent.” - Ash Caesar

“ Often I say I'm better off dead, because this man I am is hardly worth a damn, let alone two cents and a nickel, so I glug down another bottle of whiskey and let my little sister down one more fucking time. “ - Ash Caesar

“ I always say I'll change, but everyone else is running a marathon, and here I am, standing stagnant at the starting line. I dare not cross that line in the sand. Because I'm scared of the regret, the shadows, the way my mother's words echo in the ones I scream. “ - Ash Caesar

“ Truth is, I can still remember the way my mother's open palm felt against my cheek, or how her wine glass felt shattered against my noggin. But those glass pieces of her addiction bleed into me. “ - Ash Caesar

“ All I see in the mirror is a man who fell so cruelly away from himself, and as my sister reached for my hand, I let it slip. And all she could do was watch as this regretful Icarus laughed in the flames." - Ash Caesar

“ I have found, that I am the single black rose in the garden, sitting idle like a warning of what will come if you step towards this black petaled beast, this decaying flower of cruelty. “ - Madam Stephanie Rose

“ I am a tired beast. “ - Madam Stephanie Rose

“ I was once in an empty room. Love knocked, oh how she knocked gently, so softly. As if it were a song that whispered into my ear. But hate drove her away. He knocked, he knocked, oh how rage filled his fist boomed against the door. With tears rolling down my cheeks I let him in. He stole the blankets from off the bed and wrapped them around my throat, choking me with the violence inside of my heart. And ever so cruelly, I became a black, withered, and deadly rose." - Madam Stephanie Rose

“ I sink ever familiar into this garden of decay, praying that someone will save me from the blood on my hands I speak of like darkened poetry. But death, was never a story. Only a harsh sin ridden reality I've given to so many others. How strange is it, that death is the end of reality, but also one in of itself? “ - Mike Duster

“ I'm a man of many sins. “ - Mike Duster

“ I slowly flay myself from my own skin, screaming, forever screaming. I carve another layer of me from off my skin. I subject myself to the meat hook and try so desperately to bleed all the darkness from the crevices of me, but alas, to bleed myself from the darkness would be to bleed all of me away. For all that runs through me is dark, twisted and unfamiliar. “ - Mike Duster

“ The truth, does not whisper, my friend. It screams.” - Ava Callenwillow

“ Secrets stick to me, and more often than not they take over my identity, pulling me into the depths of another shadow, another mystery with my name written all over it. I've been running from fate for a long time, finding ways to avoid this noose around my neck for years, but one day the stable ground beneath me will collapse. And I'll be nothing but history. “ - Ava Callenwillow

“ Wherever I go, death tends to follow like a loyal wolf whom sits at my bedside, howling to the blood red moon that is my wicked and decaying heart. “ - Tezilda Vaxweed

[ms-rampage]

The New Trainee

Summary: Paige, Kate and all the other hunters show Felix how to kill monsters. Monster Hunting 101.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some language

Note: OC Felix Miller belongs to @the-chaos-siblings (also requested by him)

“Okay so the monster you saw us killed. That was a Wendigo, they’re pretty much humans that resorted to cannibalism, and turned into monsters” Paige tells Felix.

After he witnessed a Wendigo, and saw how they killed it. Paige and Kate along with everyone that lives on the compound showed Felix how to hunt, and kill monsters. 

“Humanoids that are tall and pale. A huge part of Native American mythology” Kate adds. 

“So fire and silver bullets kill them?” he asks. 

Both sisters nod, “Yep, they’re usually in groups, but they’re more likely to be by themselves” Paige tells him. 

Her husband Kenneth, along with their hunters friends/family Adrian, Cody, Mark, Martin, Nate and their mother Mandy walk into the living room.

“That Wendigo was living by itself, but I’m sure there’s more lurking out there in the woods” he tells them. 

“So what other monsters exist?” Felix asks, “Do vampires exist?! Werewolves? Demons?! The loch ness monster?!”. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes and maybe” Paige answers, “Unless it's freakin' Godzilla, it real!”. 

There were some “animal” attacks in the wood areas of Hope County, Montana, and everyone including forest rangers have concluded them as either bear, or cougar attacks, but the local supernatural hunters say differently. Because after Wendigo’s attack they leave nothing behind, and the campsite had some blood evidence, but no bodies of campers. The site was “too clean” for the Cult to have kidnapped any innocent “sinners”. 

“So I kinda know how to kill vampires” he tells them, but he has an unsure tone in his voice, “A wooden stake to the heart, holy water, sunlight and garlic”. 

They all exchange looks, knowing that’s how you kill them in movies, and it's a huge misconception. 

Kate awkwardly clears her throat, “Well umm, Felix, that’s actually a huge misconception. We all know in movies and tv shows. Killing vampires with a wooden stake or repelling them with garlic is actually false”. 

He looks at her confused, “Then how do you kill them?”. 

“Decapitation” Kenneth tells him, “You chop off its head, and that’s it”. 

Kate takes a seat next to him, “So we’re gonna start off with vampires, and how to kill them, and how they originated”. 

Paige clears her throat, giving him a lesson in Monster Hunting 101, “So as you may know, vampires live forever. Never age. Up until you give them a nice clean head cut. Vampires originate from the Alpha vampire, the very first of the kind. Progenitor of vamps. Killing them is easy, decapitation, but those bastards are fucking strong and fast. Sneaking little bastards”. 

“You can “cure” a vampire” Cody tells him, “Dead man’s blood. The blood of a dead person. It sedates them”.

“It doesn’t really cure them, it just makes them weak, and causes them pain without actually killing them” Ken adds. 

“Next!” Paige exclaims, “Demons! Corrupted human souls!. Twisted, perverted evil spirits! Ghosts with an ego!”. 

“Abominations” Adrian mutters before taking a sip of his whiskey. 

“There are many, different types of demons” Kate tells him, “There are the typical, everyday black eyed demons. Then there’s red eyed demons, white eyed demons, and yellow eyed demons. Princes of Hell, Knights of Hell. Crossroad demons. It’s all a goddamn hierarchy!!”. 

“Basically demons are human souls that were sent to Hell for whatever reason, and were left in the fiery pit to be tortured until there is no humanity left in them” Mandy tells Felix, “Turning them into demons. Direct opposites of angels”. 

“Killing them is very easy, depending on who and what type you’re dealing with. Holy water, salt and iron. Holy fire, hex bags and exorcism” Kenneth explains, “Are all all you need to deal with those bastards”. 

“A Devil's trap” Nate tells him, “Is what you need to trap a demon. It imprisons, binds and overpowers them. Most demons are unable to cross a salt line, but it can be used to harm them”. 

Felix is trying to process all this information, not even 10 minutes into “Monster Hunting 101” and he already feels confident on killing monsters. 

"Okay I'm starting to feel confident in this!" he tells them, "Where do find these monsters?!?".

“You may feel confident now, but these evil sons of bitches? They’re the worst!” Adrian says, before taking another sip of his whiskey, and filling his glass up again, "They're everywhere! Any small town. Like Hope County for example". He takes another hit of the alcohol, drinking it like water.

“Hey, hey cowboy shit, easy on the whiskey” Paige tells him, "Drink water for once!". He gives her a mocking look before drinking again. 

“Anyway! Werewolves are pretty simple to kill, silver bullets” Kate says loudly “Now ghosts are also very easy. They hate salt, and iron. If you want an evil ghost/spirit out of your house. You find the bones of the person, salt em and burn em”.

“Now if the person was cremated, you have to find something they love, something they held dearly to, and you destroy it” she adds. 

“We’re just teaching you the basics on killing monsters because there’s a lot of information on this crap” Paige tells him. 

“Okay so how did all of you get into this stuff??” Felix asks them, “How did you all discover these creatures??”. 

All the hunters exchange looks, “It’s a very long story, but to summarize our story. Our family has been a part of this whole game for 5 generations” the eldest Winchester explains to him.

“My family’s been doing this for 3 generation” Cody explains to him, “I’ve been hunting monsters since I was 5 years old”. 

“My family’s been loyal members of the Men of Letters” Martin tells him, “They do the same thing, track and hunt down monsters”. 

“Well in your case it's British Men of Letters” Kate tells him. 

“Pretty much all of us come from 3-5 generations of monster hunters” Mandy explains to him.

After getting to know everyone in the household, and now having the acknowledgement on hunting monsters. but Felix knows he’s gonna have to learn a lot from these people, and get used to the special weapons they use to kill these creatures. Learn how to speak, and read Latin and Enochian.

“Pretty much Halloween will be an everyday thing for you” Kenneth tells him, “Our lives are a horror movie”. 

With that all said, Felix has one hell of a journey into this life ahead of him. 

“Actually for great practice, we actually summoned a demon” Paige tells them, everyone looks over at her. 

“You did what??” her husband asks her, “You summoned a demon?? When we have our toddler and infant kids in the house?!?”. 

“Yeah but it’s fine. I have him trapped in the bunker. In the torture chamber” she tells them. 

Kenneth was always strict when it came to summon monsters in the house for training, or for getting information.

They go down to the bunker, into the chamber where they keep monsters and interrogate them. 

“Before I open the door Felix” Paige turns to him, “No, you can’t fuck it because its an evil entity”. 

He gives her a bummed out expression, “Then what has all this training been about??”.  

“Killing monsters” Kenneth answers. Patting his shoulder.

She opens the loud metal door, and they see a man tied to a chair, inside a devil’s trap. 

He lifts his head, with a smug smile on his face. “Well hello there red” he says to Paige with a teasing and cocky tone in his voice. 

“Shut up demon trash” she responds, throwing holy water in his face, making it burn. 

He growls in pain and also in annoyance. “Stupid human!”.

“She said shut up!!” Kenneth orders him, throwing holy water in his face again. 

Paige gets into the killing demons lesson. “Okay, so this thing on the floor is a devil’s trap. If the trap is broken, then this fucker right here will smite all of us”. 

“I will boil your flesh!” the demon growls at her, his eyes going black. 

“Anyway!” she says loudly, ignoring him and his threats, “There are many ways to torture demons. Like for example throwing holy water in their faces. It burns them, and they can’t cross a salt line”.

Kenneth goes to a table on the other side of the chamber, and brings over a variety of weapons, setting them down on a table next to his wife. 

“Demons also hate iron. Like holy water it burns them” she continues. 

Kenneth hands Felix a knife that can kill demons. A knife with a wooden handle, and a sharp blade. It looks like an ordinary hunting knife, but it can do great damage to demons. 

The blade can’t kill all demons, it can’t kill Knights of Hell, and Princes of Hell. Like Abaddon, Alistair, Samhain and Lilith.

“Now what you’re holding is an Ancient Demon-Killing Knife of the Kurds” Kenneth tells Felix.

“Or, you can just call it a demon killing knife” Paige corrects him, taking less time on saying the name, "Or just simply a demon knife".

“Ohh I see. He’s the new trainee!” the demon mutters, “How cute!!”. 

“Demons are cocky little bastards” Kate tells them, leaning against the chamber's doorway. 

“Oh Katie how ya doing?!” he asks, eyes blackened “I heard about your little boy toy Johnny Seed getting possessed by Saleos”. 

She scoffs, rolling her eyes “Yeah and what happened to Saleos afterwards?? He got casted out and sent back to Hell. He knew he fucked up when Lucifer punished his ass". 

“So you all do this for a living??” Felix asks them, "Do you ever tell people about this sort of stuff??"

“Yep! And nope because people tend to freak out if they were to ever find out about this stuff” Paige answers, “And now we’re showing you how to kill evil sons of bitches”.

“So take the knife and stab douchebag” Ken tells him, “Stab him right in the chest, or stomach. Wherever you’d like”. 

The demon starts to laugh, “He doesn’t have the guts to kill me!. He doesn’t-”. Getting cut off by Felix without hesitating, stabs the demon in his abdomen, doing a knife trick before stabbing him. Making the redish orange light come out of his eyes, mouth and the stab wound. They all look at him like proud parents. 

“Well shit” Paige chuckles, with a smile on her face. 

“I didn’t think you were gonna stab him” Ken tells him. 

“I think he’s ready for a real hunt” Kate tells them.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Sympathy for the Devil: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,278

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: the first episode of season 5! let me know what you think!

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“We need a doctor!” you yelled as you entered the nearest hospital. Sam and Dean carried your dad inside as your heart pounded in anticipation. The nurse who heard came rushing over to help to see what the problem was.

“What happened?”

“He was stabbed!”

“Can we get a gurney?” she yelled for one as two male nurses brought one.

“Daddy, you’re going to be okay,” you let the tears fall as he was placed gently on the gurney. He looked at you as they wheeled him away, and you went to follow him but the female nurse stopped you.

“Just wait here.”

“We can’t just leave him! He’s my dad!” you yelled at her.

“Just don't move. I've got questions,” she said once she left.

“Y/N, we got to go,” Dean urged.

“No! No! I can’t leave him!” your tears rolled down your cheeks.

“The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. He’s in good hands now. We’ll be back in no time,” he said as he grabbed your hand. He forced you out of the hospital and into the car so that they can rush to New York to one of John’s lockup storages.

As soon as Dean arrived at the lockup, you only grabbed your gun from the trunk since you won’t be needing anything else. Sam and Dean grabbed their shotguns with rock salt since that is the only thing to actually hurt a demon.

Entering the lockup, the first thing you saw was bodies on the floor. Demons if you were going to guess. There were about 4 demons dead on the ground. No other person in sight to tell you who had done it. Entering the lockup, you looked around to try and figure out if the culprit was still inside.

“I see you told the demons where the sword is,” Zachariah said from behind you with two angel escorts.

“Oh, thank god. The angels are here,” Dean said sarcastically.

“And to think... they could have grabbed it any time they wanted,” he said as he used his angelic powers to close the storage door. “It was right in front of them.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us.”

“Get to the damn point, Zachariah. I am in no mood to be fucked with right now,” you growled.

“It’s you, Dean. You’re the Michael sword. What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one.”

“Yeah, but I’m not,” you said as you stepped in front of Dean. “I’m a vessel, do you remember? Do you remember who for?”

“Amara does not exist. She is not real; therefore, you can’t be her vessel. Whatever lies you are being told, that’s just it. They are lies. Dean on the other hand, he’s Michael’s weapon. Or rather his receptacle.”

“I'm a vessel?”

“You're the vessel. Michael's vessel.”

“How? Why—why me?”

“Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.”

“Joking. Always joking. Well... no more jokes,” he grinned before holding up his hands in the shape of a finger guns. He pointed one at Sam and the other at you. “Bang.”

A loud crunch could be heard as Sam fell to the ground with broken legs. Your spine broke and you fell to the ground once you were paralyzed. Dean looked at the two of you as you cried out in pain. Not even your magic could heal you of this.

“You son of a bitch!” Dean yelled at Zachariah.

“Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs and her spine. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?”

“How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?”

“Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive.”

“There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin,” Dean said. Looking at Sam, you two made eye contact to the best of your ability without having the option to move your lower body. Using your arms instead, you raised yourself to your elbows to look at Dean.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well, there's got to be another way.”

“There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.”

“Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me. The answer's no.”

“Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby, Y/N’s father—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again.”

“Dean don’t do it,” you sighed shakily.

“No.”

“Then how about we heal you from... stage-four stomach cancer?” he asked just as Dean doubled over in pain. He started coughing and spit blood into the palm of his hand.

“Dean!” you gasped, hating the fact that you had no chance to stop this.

“No,” Dean gasped.

“Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how... Sam does without his lungs. Maybe Y/N’s brain pops and explodes.”

Sam immediately started gasping for breath since he didn’t have any lungs anymore. Your brain started popping which was extremely painful. It was like one big migraine that no medicine could heal.

“Dean,” you yelled as blood started pouring from your eyes. The whites started to turn red, and you doubled over and coughed up blood. “Don’t do it.”

“Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean,” Zachariah smiled.

“Just kill us.”

“Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started,” he grinned. A bright white light shone from the other end of the room as one of the angels died. The body fell to the floor to reveal Castiel, but you were in so much pain to even appreciate the angel. The other angel that Zachariah came with started to fight Castiel, but you couldn’t focus on them.

The only thing on your mind was Dean and your dad who was all alone at the hospital. However, he did it, the angel died and now it was only Castiel and Zachariah to face off.

“How are you—”

“Alive?” he interrupted. “That's a good question. How did these two end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?”

“No. That's not possible.”

“It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys and Y/N back together and go. I won't ask twice,” he threatened. As soon as Zachariah vanished in a flutter of wings, all your pain went away. Your brain didn’t hurt and your spine was fixed. Quickly standing up, you rushed to Dean to check on him and once he nodded signaling he was alright, you rushed to Castiel and gave him a hug. He didn’t hug back but stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to finish.

“I thought you died,” you whispered.

“I did.”

“I’m glad you’re back,” you nodded with a smile, going back over to the brothers.

“You three need to be more careful.”

“Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.”

“I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you,” he said just as he placed both his hands on the brother’s chest. They winced in pain before Castiel did the same thing to you. A burning sensation came from your ribs, and you pulled back in pain.

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

“An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer.”

“What, did you just brand us with it?”

“No. I carved it into your ribs.”

“Castiel, who brought you back to life?” you asked with a whisper. If you had to guess, it would be God, but you needed to be sure. However, the angel didn’t answer and vanished before your eyes.

“Dad,” you gasped, rushing out the door to hurry back to your father.

Time seemed to slow down as you rushed into the hospital. The brothers tried to keep up with you, but you needed to see your dad.

“Where is my dad? Bobby Singer!” you asked the receptionist. Before she had a chance to answer, a nurse was calling your name from behind.

“Y/N Singer? Your father is this way,” he seemed relieved in a way, but you didn’t care. Leaving the brother’s behind, you went with the nurse to a private room. As soon as you approached the door, you could hear his voice yelling at whoever was inside.

“Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!” he yelled. The doctor fled the room just as the nurse accompanied him. Rushing into the room, you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“I'll use my game leg and kick your fucking ass! Yeah, you better run!” your dad yelled after the doctor. “You believe that yahoo?”

“Are you okay? I should have done something sooner,” you walked to him to try and comfort him.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Really, I am,” he sighed and placed his hand on yours in comfort.

“So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?” Sam asked.

“Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned.”

“What if we win?” Dean asked, a bit too confident. Everyone stared at him in concern. “I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves.”

“And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?” your dad asked.

“I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out.”

“You are nine kinds of crazy, boy.”

“Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit,” Dean patted his shoulder before leaving the room.

“Sam?” he asked. Sam stopped walking but didn’t say anything. “I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that... that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever.”

“Thanks Bobby,” Sam whispered.

“You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but... you're welcome.” Sam left the room and you looked at your father.

“I tried to help. That demon was too strong. I tried to fight his powers,” you stuttered.

“Hey, look at me,” he interrupted you. “This is not your fault and you need to believe it. I will be fine. I’m alive thanks to you and the boys. I’ll be okay.”

“I love you,” you said as you hugged him.

“I love you too. Now get out of here and save the damn world.”

“Okay,” you nodded with a smile before reluctantly leaving. The brothers were waiting for you outside.

“You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt,” Sam said just as you joined them.

“Why? What difference would that make?”

“Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—”

“I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit,” he interrupted his brother.

“Dean,” you sighed.

“It’s true. I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that,” he directed that to his brother.

“Is there something you want to say to me?”

“I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother and look what happened.”

“I would give anything—anything—to take it all back,” he sighed.

“I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man... you were the one that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even... I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?”

“What can I do?” Sam asked.

“Honestly? Nothing.”

“Dean, we have to try,” you tried.

“No, I already tried. I just don't... I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know? I just don't think I can trust you.”

Sam looked up at his brother in shock. He was expecting everything else but not this. Deans shook his head and walked away, back to the car.

“It’s okay Sam,” you said as you patted his shoulder in comfort. “You still have me.”

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Final Goodbye | Vergil x Kitsune!Reader

Alright! So this one reads like an absolute novel lmao I like writing while laying in bed. It helps me relax and fall asleep. I don’t post everything, but I wanted to post this. It’s a part two to my Kitsune!Reader drabble.

Something was festering inside you, as the nights grew longer during the winter, so too did your slumber. Each dream becoming more infatuating than the last, lulling you deeper and deeper into your once home. You knew this realm was not of your own creation, it had echoes of familiarity mixed in with the confusion. You already discerned its owner. Why they felt the need to drag this on was an ever evasive answer. You continued still, trying to reach the heart of this world. Before you could reach your destination, an alarm woke you up and you were pulled aggressively back into reality. An annoyed growl escaped you as you sat up in your bed. You’d have to be more cunning if you wished to speak with your nightly captor. The fact you hadn’t yet only adding more to your irritation. You peeled yourself from under the sheets and went downstairs. Dante puffed some air out of his chest before leaning forwards. “Whoah, someones on the warpath.” He commented. Was your irritability really that visible? “Not today Dante.” You warned while placing a hand on your forehead. Vergil quirked a brow. “You’ve been sleeping in rather late, are you alright?” He asked. The only reply he got was a half baked ‘Fine’ from your back as you went into the kitchen to get some food. Dante's eyes scanned over his brother curiously as he leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. Vergil knew something he didn’t, and wasn’t making any moves to tell him either. You returned from the kitchen, only to march past the twins without a word and return to your room. Once inside, you ate the cereal you had poured for yourself while packing for the day. Once ready you went downstairs. “Where are you going?” To your surprise, Vergil asked rather than Dante. “To attend to some business.” You replied, not giving any more of an explanation before heading out the front door.

It would start snowing soon, the sky was dark enough and a horrible chill dampened your bones. You checked Red Grave, making sure all the hexes you had placed remained in tact. Not only because they marked your territory, but because they acted as a ward. To your disappointment, some were broken. That was to be expected though, since another had come into your space. All at once the world gave way beneath your feet as you tumbled into darkness. The sound of your heart beat heavy in your ears with the depth and percussion of a full orchestra. You hit something on your fall and then once more. Your eyes shot open as you jolted forwards, those hits having been something shaking you. The dreams grasp was becoming so tight that you could not discern reality from it. Your eyes darted all around the park, not remembering the sheet of white that veiled it. Vergil was standing beside you, examining you quietly. “You’ve been gone for a whole day.” He commented. You paused… A whole day? Had the dream taken you for that long? It certainly didn’t feel like it had been that long. You didn’t remember moving to this bench either. Before you could question the man beside you, a sharp stinging burned your head. A loud noise rang and you had to cover your ears. You felt weak as you collapsed to the ground while your vision went blurry. Vergil was saying something, but you couldn’t tell what. “Dream…. Snare….. Run…” You tried to warn, your words almost failing you. When you awoke you realized you had finished your fall. But the world hadn’t gotten any lighter. You couldn’t make anything out in the dark despite your demon blood. There was whispering from all directions. You stood up and cautiously searched through the dark with your hands until you found a wall. Then you followed that until you saw the soft glow of light. You could feel it’s presence more clearly now. As you dashed towards it, you broke from the darkness into a cleaning underneath a beautiful never ending sky. Sitting across the clearing from you was your brother who would be the eldest had you not been born. The clearing was reminiscent of where you fought both Vergil and Nero originally. It was to taunt you. “It has been too long, sister.” He mused quietly. You nodded softly. “That is has been, how disrespectful of you to play such pranks on your sister.” You replied. He seemed displeased with your response and flicked his tail. “I would argue that if anyones been disrespectful, it’s you. Have you forgotten your teachings?” He questioned. “I have not, but father lied to us. Humans aren’t the only source of consumption for us.” You answered with a determined look. “That may be true, but why stay with them? They are beneath us, and to even share the same space with them…” He pierced his lips before glaring at you. “You aren’t suited to be the head of the family, return the key to me.” He demanded. When you came of age and proved your worth to your parents they gave you a key. Every dream realm was attached to an item, and the one handed down in your particular lineage was a gold embellished key. “It is mine, I owe you nothing.” You replied, already feeling the tension surrounding you both. This wasn’t going to end well for one of you.

Vergil had carried you back in the snow to Devil May Cry. Dante didn’t think much of it at first, but when he saw the way your veins seemed to be darkened he knew something was wrong. “There is another.” Vergil said before his brother could ask what happened. “So how do we wake y/n up then?” Dante asked. Vergil and you had grown pretty close during the time you agreed to stay at Devil May Cry. That included sharing your knowledge with him. “Only the one who created the snare can release her. By their will or by death.” He replied. Dante seemed to think for a moment before nodding. “Well, it’s nothing we can’t handle.” He said with a teasing smirk. “As long as I’m gettin paid at the end that is.” He added and Vergil scoffed at his brother quietly. They called Lady and Trish to stay with your resting body then headed off.

The fight was long, your brother enjoying every moment of proving his superiority. The world would glitch, and apparitions of your friends would appear in his place. It took everything in you to keep swinging when it happened. He had only dug so deep into your memory thus far. “They have made you weak! Yield sister! Join us once more!” He yelled at you. For a moment you internally stopped and pondered why you were fighting so hard to stay with your new found company when you had been so eager to never see their faces again just a few months ago. In that moment of weakness, not only did he strike you but he delved deeper into your mind. Summing forth your true feelings and more twisted visions of the people who truly matter to you. Your brother sneered loudly, striking you with force you didn’t know was possible. He looked down at you with hateful eyes. “I thought you’d have more respect for father, if you should walk amongst humans you should at least keep his most basic of rules in mind. But it’s true isn’t it!?” He demanded as you pounced back to avoid an attack. You bared your teeth. “What do you speak of!? Have you gone mad! I know my place! I am the head of this family!” You shot back. “We shall see.” He replied while lunging forwards. The action was so unpredictably sudden that it caught you off guard. He lifted you from the ground by your throat. You tried to claw at his arm and halfway to his face you saw him shift to an aplirition. In that moment, you couldn’t strike. Even if you knew it was your brother inside your head tricking you. You gave into your fate as he plunged a blade through your stomach. You were dropped to the floor unceremoniously afterwords. Vergil, or rather your brother standing above you. His eyes boring into your weekend ones. “So it is true… Such a pitiful heir to the family.” He commented. The next few moments were rushed. You heard yelling and gunfire. You opened your eyes as you felt someone lift you. You were being cradled. Through your blurry vision you could see his white hair. But you couldn’t tell if it was a fake figure meant to torment you or actually him. You let your weight fall dead against him.

When you came to this time around, you were in Devil May Cry. Thick familiar gauze was wrapped around your waist. Lady rushed over when she saw you rise to check your status. “Where…. Vergil…” you forced out in a dazed tone. “Where is Vergil?” You asked. Lady looked up at Trish. “Still in the dream.” The blonde haired woman said. “No…” you whispered, fear overtaking you. “They’re still alive… but…” Trish added. She was unsure of their status. You shifted onto your elbows, finally realizing what heavy fabric rested on you. It was Vergil’s coat. He had wrapped it around you when he carried you back from the park. Even such a simple act of courtesy was odd from him and should be taken to heart. You bit your lip as you pulled it against your chest. “I have to go back!” You urged and the two looked at each other. “L-listen… I care for them just as much as you do, but you’re not in any state to fight… Plus, it’s Dante. I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Lady tried to reassure you, but her efforts were in vain. You pleaded to her with your eyes. She finally gave in with a sigh. “Trish and I will go if it will make you feel better.” She offered and you nodded your head no. “I have to go with.” You demanded. Trish crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” She asked. You were taken aback. Assuming the answer would be obvious. But it wasn’t as clear as you initially thought. You took a moment to assess why you so desperately needed to go, seeming somewhat baffled by the answer. So… Your brother was right… You quietly hugged Vergil’s coat to your chest as if doing so would somehow reassure you or make things better. You had grown soft in your time within this realm. Most of all though, you broke the most enforced rule your parents taught you. Warm tears spilled down your cheeks. You didn’t know if he’d ever return your feelings or if it was possible to go on being friends after coming to this realization. Worry overtook you, wondering if you would even get the chance to see him again. You had always known he was more comfortable in your presence, never seeming bothered by your antics. He enjoyed when you two would visit your realm so he could borrow books or discuss your kinds traditions. You squeezed his coat in your hands, never having realized all these things until now. You had been willfully ignorant of them. Lady did her best to comfort you, but her condolences fell on deaf ears. They did nothing to help you from your thoughts. All at once, you could feel the heavyweight in your pocket. The one thing in this situation you had. The source of all your pride, the prize of all those hard years spent in training. You couldn’t bare the thought of letting it go. It meant more than anything else in this world. But so too did your friends. Perhaps you were a glutton, one of the cardinal sins. And this would be your punishment. You rose up so quickly that it startled Lady. You knew what had to be done, even if it felt as though someone was crushing your heart.

You returned to the moonlit grove. The battle had taken its toll on the surrounding flora. All three seemed roughed up to a certain extent, but Dante and Vergil were worse for wear. When you entered the clearing, all fighting stopped. A force pushing the twins to the ground as you brother seathed his blade. “It is good to see you’ve returned sister. While I doubt you’ve come to your senses. It is not too late for you to return to us, though your former status can never be repaired.” He offered his hand out to you but could see the hesitation in your eyes. You pulled the key out of your pocket with a somber look on your face. Flipping it in your hands a few times. You had to breath in deeply just to speak. “I see… if you will not honor your ancestors then give me the key.” He said. Dante didn’t know what the key was or the significance of it, but he could tell you were attached to it. “Don’t listen to him.” Vergil spoke out, leaning against his blade. “Yeah, we got this.” Dante added. The one thing the twins shared was their stubbornness. Another wave forced them down and Dante groaned in pain. You sniffled softly, squeezing the key in your hand softly. Knowing it would be the last time you ever held it. You internally said your farewells to your family before chucking the key across the clearing to your brother. He caught it without the slightest bit of hesitation and looked it over before turning his attention to you. He nodded softly. “Thank you… I’m glad you came to your senses, but after the decision you have made… You cannot return here.” He said his voice got softer at the end. It was possible he felt bad for you, but he held his pride higher than you did yours. “Should you foolishly return here, you will be killed on sight. A heavy bounty is now placed on your head.” He added. Your eyes dropped to the ground, understanding the ramifications of the events that just occurred. You didn’t need his reperminds to know of your exile. Once he could tell you knew the extent of your punishment, he left. You fell to your knees, forgetting of Dante and Vergil as all the plants in the clearing started to wither. The tree leaves ashened and fell from their branches. The moon slowly faded from sight and you were left in the dark. Even the world was rejecting you.

Devil May Cry slowly came into view as you were returned to reality. Trish and Lady instantly rushed over to Dante and Vergil. Vergil shrugged them off, asking for your assistance upstairs. You agreed with a soft nod of your head. Lady could tell that you two both needed to be alone. Vergil knew best how to comfort you. Once upstairs, Vergil removed his vest and took a seat while you grabbed a first aid kit from the bathroom. You carefully started applying disinfectant to his cuts, a particularly bad slice cutting across his shoulders and back. You knew he wasn’t careless, he must have been taken by surprise when he rushed in to check on you. It made you feel guilty. “How does that feel?” You asked as you started to wrap soms gauze around his shoulder. “Fine.” He replied, seeming preoccupied with thoughts of his own. “You should have told us originally what was going on. We could have helped.” He said in an authoritative tone. You muttered I know quitely, not in the mood to be even further punished. He quietly acknowledged that with a nod. “…I'm… I’m sorry.” He said softly once you were finished patching him up. “I know… that key meant a lot to you.” He admitted. If he was honest, he felt somewhat at fault since he rushed in. When he saw you on the ground he disregarded his care for the enemy. He had to question why he did that. Vergil was usually so calm and composed. “It’s fine, I’m just glad you and Dante are both okay.” You mused in a somber tone while taking a seat across from him. “Would it be possible to retrieve the key? Or possible to make a world of your own?” He asked, trying to find a solution. His brain always functioned on the basis of logic. You shifted so your back faced him and pulled up your shirt so it showed your back. A mark had started appearing in the center, and was growing darker. It was such a hideous thing. “It marks my fate… I am forsworn…” You replied. Vergil reached out his hand and placed it on top of your new mark. You didn’t flinch or make a move to pull away as he traced its delicate lines. “Now that I’m branded with it everyone in that realm, realms like it, and the realm itself will know of my exile.” You added, breathing out slowly. As if even the thought if it was painful. When he pulled away you let your shirt drop. You turned to face him again, noticing Vergil had picked up the Yamato and was carefully untying the decorative string that garnered the seath. He took one of your hands and began wrapping the ornamental leather around it. After a few more moments he was finished. It started on your upper arm, crossed down in a x formation, wrapped around your wrist, then connected to a design he had made around your fingers. He let his hands rest against yours. “Perhaps if you cannot return, consider this as a key to this realm then.” He said. He wasn’t the best at being emotionally sensitive, but you could tell he was trying his best. “I will.” You nodded softly before scotting in closer so you could wrap your arms gently around his shoulders. There was a brief moment between Vergil hugging you back where he hesitated. Things like this were new to him, even if he had been in the human world for awhile. More so than the physical contact, he was coming to terms with something inside himself. You felt his arms get a little bit tighter around you, but you didn’t mind. This moment was nice, and was what you needed after all that had happened. You couldn’t return home, but you would never forget where you came from. Now this was your home. “If you would join me tomorrow, that would be greatly appreciated. I have something I’d like to show you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but you could hear him loud as day because of how close you two were. You nodded before hiding your face in his shoulder. You didn’t know it, but he was smiling.

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✨ bleed magic

a playlist for @glitchedwitch​ link to playlist: here tracklist and favorite lyrics below:

1. poniko’s room [lights on] - yume nikki ost instrumental 2. distant past - everything everything Take me to the distant past, I want to go back Save me from the distant past, I wanna survive Canine fangs about my throat You're bleeding over Eden like a goat Tall blade dripping in every field I'm blooming like a fuming human shield 3. president heartbeat - everything everything Were you born in a cave now? Do you live in a cage now? If you burst into flame now Will they call you a human being? And your spine is a glass spire And your flesh is the concrete And your blood is the sewer And your skin is the city wall 4. orange caramel - catallena The small, dancing Catellena (Red Sun) Without knowing, I’m falling for you Chic and proud, Catallena (Red Sun) Jutti meri oye hoi hoi, I’m bewitched 5. wings - little mix Mama told me not to waste my life, She said spread your wings my little butterfly Don't let what they say keep you up at night And they can't detain you 'Cause wings are made to fly 6. eighth wonder - lemon demon Extra clever. Earthbound spirit. Ghost in the form, of a mongoose. And I have hands. And I have feet. I'll never die, I am a freak. Hello, I'm here, I'm living in the wall, I know I might be small, but I am a... Freak 7. the will of one - the protomen As I walk through the city streets These frightened people watching me pass There is an evil that holds them here Yet they won't try breaking its grasp But if I stay here with you Then I will leave them to their doom Do not say this is how it has to be You do no better than the fools of this burning city 8. father of death - the protomen What have I done? Though I did not pull the trigger, I built the gun That he holds in his hand Last night I dreamed I climbed to the top of a mountain of metal For miles I could see the destruction of man If the shadow blocks out the sun... there will be Light! If it stays 'till the sun is set... there will be Light! If the sun never shows its face again... there will be Light! No matter how dark the city gets... there will be... 9. i’m a hex girl - hex girls With this little cobweb potion You'll fall into dark devotion If you ever lose affection I can change your whole direction I'm a Hex Girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you I'm gonna put a spell on you 10. free - mother mother Love, let my anger Turn into peace Love, let the doves cry out in the streets Love, let the poison bleed out of me Love, let my love inside go free A bloody war Behind my eyes I come out right on the other side 11. the sticks - mother mother  I'll be gone for good Out there with the creatures in the woods And I'll be understood Make friends with the pagans in the nude I'll be no different Just a little less interested In all that new world shit 'Cause there ain't no new world in the sticks 12. infinitesimal - mother mother There's a million, billion, trillion stars but I'm down here low Fussin' over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh They say it started with a big bang But they say it was really just a small thing Strangely I'm feeling like a big bang 'Cause I've been making something out of nothing 13. burning pile - mother mother My mama, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid My papa, renaissance man Sailed away and he never came back again All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I, catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates 14. build god then we’ll talk - panic at the disco Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things 15. life is looking up - forgive durden Could this be the day I've waited for When all my hard work doesn't go ignored? Maybe she was right, the will realize I can change the world open us their eyes They know I am more than some eager blood Not some average bones, I believe in love I just want to prove I deserve this gift I will change the world, maybe this is it 16. bleed magic - idkhbtfm Crawling up your skin Potions pills and medicines To drain you And bleed your magic out 17. the oracles on the delphi express - the dear hunter You've been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity. With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history, your luck's running thin. 18. chattering lack of common sense - GHOST Wait, what is going on here? I'm a little out of sorts I've been contemplating fallacies and things that scare me "Why not try to let go?" I've been feeling out of order I'm allowing change, so take a good look; This is me This is what I've come to be This is what I've come to be 19. daydream - j-hope  Wishing on a sky Wishing on a scar If there’s the sun I want to dream Wishing on a sky Wishing on a scar If there’s the moonlight I don’t want to wake up from it 20. witch flight - yume nikki OST instrumental 21. wiggle - cosmo sheldrake Hey ho, where did you go Did you wriggle or roll Did you giggle or grumble through Tom Thumb from where did you come Did you toggle or run Did you skip, trip, or stumble through 22. counting stars - one republic I’m old, but I'm not that old Young, but I'm not that bold And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be 23. urban caravan - fake type Because there’s a surely a bunch of fresh possibilities out there If I don’t try it out, ain’t that just a waste? In the end, it looks like the world is so wide that curiosity is inexhaustible There’s war songs but also songs of peace, The feelings remain just the same Keep your unwavering faith’s compass close to your heart 24. counting cards  - rainbow kitten surprise Jokes we tell to laugh, dear Laugh to hold back the pain Pain is in the mind, dear Stars are much the same Gone in the time it takes the light to reach In time you'll find We're blind to the things we don't believe Paint me red, paint me red Picture that, picture that Picture us and God shaking hands just because we can 25. god of marie - MASA This is our creed, aimed at a God that’s gone all floaty. We’re pure! We’re fans of Marie. We’re not doing anything wrong! Hm? Are you a fan of Marie, too? The stoned Reverend and his crazy worshippers Are surrounded by smoke in the cathedral The highest god has come down. We give thanks to ganja! 26. bad apple - nomico Will I exist in a place like this? Will I exist in a time like this? If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white? Am I dreaming now? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything 27. my songs know what you did in the dark - fall out boy All the writers keep writing what they write Somewhere another pretty vein just dies I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see That you're the antidote to everything except for me 28. magia - kalafina If I can follow my path without wavering, I care not if my heart shatters. I wish I had a spell to stand against the sadness that's ever before my eyes Back when I loved books about wonderland where a captive sun shines, I believed the fairy tales that told me all my wishes would come true 29. immortals - fall out boy I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame, I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams, Sometimes the only pay off for having any faith, Is when it's tested again and again everyday, 30. the last of the real ones - fall out boy 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a million before me 31. interweb - poppy And the world feels smaller When it's at my fingers So let's keep talking Tell me what day is it Can't turn it off yet, I'm wrapped up with it So let's keep talking Tell me what day is it I caught you in my interweb I caught you in my internet Well, maybe I'm a spider 32. armed and ready - casey lee williams Remember all too well My time of living hell The night my enemy would conquer But now I've been set free Lived through the tragedy You'll wish you'd killed me, now I'm stronger! Feel like I'm finally unbroken Oh, now I'm back from the dead Strength back, confidence growing Out of my way 'Cause I'm armed and ready (armed and ready) 33. red like roses part 2 - casey lee williams I couldn't take it, couldn't stand another minute Couldn't bear another day without you in it All of the joy that I had known for all my life Was stripped away from me the minute that you died I wanna tell you that you're all that ever mattered Want you to know that, for eternity, I'm shattered I tried so hard just to protect you, but I failed to And in a prison of abandonment I've jailed you 34. lapis lazuli - zach callison She wanted to leave this place And get herself back in space Lapis Lazuli You fled into the bottom of the sea Lapis Lazuli You were so mad but then you came around to me 35. unreasonable behavior - OFF ost instrumental 36. devil’s train - the lab rats Or I can be the bee in your bonnet, your best friend forever Two peas in a pod flockin' like birds of a feather And you never have a need to beg, work, or steal If all this sounds worth it then let's make a deal Sitting on the tracks waiting for the night train Looking down the road, ain't never gonna go back Listen for the whistle through the wind and raindrop Who's gonna ride the devil's train tonight? 37. the room where it happens - leslie odom jr No one really knows how the Parties get to yesssss (Parties get to yesssss) The pieces that are sacrificed in (Ev’ry game of chesssss) Ev’ry game of chesssss We just assume that it happens (Assume that it happens) But no one else is in (The room where it happens) The room where it happens We want our leaders to save the day— But we don’t get a say in what they trade away We dream of a brand new start— But we dream in the dark for the most part Dark as a tomb where it happens 38. the perfect fit - dresden dolls I used to be the bright one Smart as a whip Funny how you slip so far when Teachers don't keep track of it Can't you just fix it for me? It's gone berserk Fuck, I'll give you anything If you can make the damn thing work 39. million years - nico vega You better learn from a man who's afraid to dance With a witch like me, and a wicked trance, 'cause A spider bite is a natural wound, but a dagger in the back is a plastic tomb Ain't nobody knows the trouble I've seen, but they know the sound of their own damn scream, well Lady bug! Bring me news, or a soul so rich and a crystal pool Let it burn, let it burn, singing songs of truth 40. i want you - savage garden Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place Where your crystal mind and magenta feelings Take up shelter in the base of my spine 41. pursuing my true self - shihoko hirata Loading loading loading Quickly reaching maximum capacity Warning warning warning Gonna short circuit my identity We are living our lives Abound with so much information 42. backside of the tv - persona 4 ost Lost destiny Far outcry They hear you no more Numb feeling Whole dizziness Deep scars No pain No sanity Body aching Control your own fate Invisible Real enemy Bring your mind Deep Down A moment of truth, tell me what's really happening Their rhyme is nothing but you've got everything Bro, you've got everything but you don't know anything 43. rivers in the desert - shoji meguro A river in a dry land The last ace in a lost hand When the hope of new beginnings burned our feet Now we need it: A heartbeat for a tin man An oasis in a singed land Remind us what we're here for: Creating new life Creating rivers in the desert 44. again - yui I'm wanting to scream that we're living to make our wish come true can you hear it? We won't be able to take it safe, because we have no place to go back to I'm always grateful for your kindness, that's why I want to be strong I'll welcome friend or foe for the sake of moving forward You still have too long a life left to erase these feelings completely, don't you think? I want to redo the things I left undone, So let's go, one more time! 45. komm susser todd - arianne It all returns to nothing, it just keeps Tumbling down Tumbling down Tumbling down It all returns to nothing, I just keep Letting me down Letting me down Letting me down 46. the spider and the lamps - forgive durden I'm the Spider, Crawl inside her! They don't understand, This is their last chance, No more idle hands, I'll destroy the lamps, Then they'll know, Whose in control. 47. here comes a thought - estelle and aj michalka You're losing sight You're losing touch All these little things seem to matter so much That they confuse you That I might lose you And it was just a thought, just a thought, just a thought, just a thought, just a thought It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay We can watch, we can watch, we can watch, we can watch them go by From here, from here, from here 48. black paper moon - tommy heavenly6 Don't be scared of the pumpkin carriage the witch drew Cuz it can show in your eyes A symbol rises to the top on the card I dropped in the sweet crimson jam Your destiny - if you wish Any sort of world Can be yours 49. to zanarkand - ffx ost instrumental 50. poniko’s room [lights off] - yume nikki instrumental

[thefragileblackdahlia]

Heaven: Part two

Chapter Summary:

Anna recalls her past and Sam and Dean understand why Castiel and Uriel want her dead. Anna recognizes Ariel from 'work' but doesn't remember her as the new and improved angel she is now. Ariel and Dean finally steal a moment for themselves

Character(s): Ariel, Dean, Sam, Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Lucifer, Michael

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam, (former) Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): MAJOR Angst, Little bit of Crack, Angelcest??? Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

A/N: I've been struggling to write this chapter since I have to write more than 3 characters than what I'm used to. Writing for Sam, Ariel and Dean is easy peasy but Ruby, Anna, Pamela, and the others are very difficult. I am publishing this chapter into two parts since I feel like that would be the easiest and because it's very long.

Also, I have no idea how Angel relationships work. They don't share the same DNA at all but only the same creator so under that, they are somewhat 'related' but not technically. Ariel and Lucifer have a strange, toxic, codependent relationship to begin with because of the bond- so I can expect them to be strange and touchy but with Michael and Ariel, she shuns it.

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta'd by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 3,760+

PANIC ROOM

DAY

Heavy thuds filled the basement as the four traveled down the steps, and toward the panic room.

"Wow, that is just... Bobby must have had a lot of time." Anna commented on the outer appearance of the panic room, her eyes darting between the demon trap on the floor and the lock mechanisms on the door.

Dean nodded his head, beaming with admiration for his adoptive father. "I know, right?" A laugh came at the end of the 'right' as he made his way over to the heavy door and opened it with ease.

Anna, Dean, and Ariel stepped into the iron room, leaving Ruby outside the traps by herself. With how insightful Ruby was, one could almost forget that she was a demon. Maybe that's why Sam longed after her?

The blue-eyed angel pressed her digits against the rough interior walls, dragging them across and stopping at a few shelves littered with materials used for spells. "Iron?" She quizzed.

"Iron walls drenched in salt," Dean stated matter-of-factly, with a jovial grin. He lifted his head as he spoke, glancing up at the devil's trap on the ceiling. "Demons can't even touch the joint."

Anna gaped at the room in all its glory before her attention was stolen by an offended Ruby.

"Which I find racist, by the way." Ruby sneered from outside the room.

This earned a 'bitch-face' from Dean and Ariel. The angel parted her lips to speak but Dean had put it perfectly, "Write your congressman." The hunter rolled his eyes.

A small smile crept onto Ariel's pink lips, which infected Dean, causing him to smile too.

'She likes my jokes' He thought. Dean felt giddy inside.

The demon rolled her eyes, "Here." Ruby mumbled as she squeezed the two hex bags in her hands, then tossing it to Dean who caught it.

"Hex bags?" Dean queried, giving the bulbous bags a hard squeeze.

Ruby nodded and wiggled her personal bag, "Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all corners."

The hunter gazed at the demon, his brain finding it hard to form words. A short, "Thanks, Ruby," fell from his lips.

Ruby raised a brow at Dean, essentially weirded out by his display of appreciation.

"May I... suggest something more permanent?" Ariel lifted herself from the wall she had been reclining against, her heels scuffing against the concrete floor. She circled Dean before taking his hex bag, it combusting in her palm.

The righteous man's forehead puckered as she had just burned the bag Ruby took her time to make. Maybe her intention wasn't to one-up Ruby but it sure seemed like it. "What is it?" Dean huffed.

"I just think it'll be more effective than a bag- lasts for maybe a year." Ariel brought her thumb to her lips, nibbling on her short-length, painted nails. Her eyes searched Dean's for permission.

Ruby rolled her eyes.

Dean gave Ariel a slight nod, his emerald orbs fixed on her cerulean ones. "Alright," He murmured.

At that moment, he completely trusted Ariel. He shut his eyes once her hand came in contact with his sternum. There was a deep burning sensation within his body, which he did not expect so sudden.

"The hell?!" Dean shouted, swatting Ariel's soft hand away from his sternum. He rubbed his ribcage, glaring at his angel.

Ariel snickered at the surprised expression on Dean's face. He looked betrayed in a way but she knew that he would get over it. A small smile tugged at her lips, "Wards from even the big bad angels." She wiggled her brows and giggled.

Dean raised a brow in response. Did she really just burn wardings into his bones like it was nothing and then laugh? He rubbed the area she warded, and glanced at Ruby who was currently struggling to hold in her laughter. He narrowed his eyes at her.

Anna interjected, "So that means from you too?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

Ariel kept her eyes on her hunter as she wasn't sure how he would react to that answer. Not bothering to respond to Anna's asinine question, she raised her right hand to Dean's cheek and gave it a small pat before stepping around him.

The sound of her heels colliding with the concrete echoed through the panic room before her soft voice replaced it, "I'll be upstairs." She murmured as she slid past Ruby and carried herself up the stairs.

After the angel exited the hearing radius, Ruby uncrossed her legs and leaned against part of the door that was outside the devil's trap. The demon raised a brow, "Well, she's a peach."

DINING ROOM

DAY

The sound of the impala door creaking and slamming shut is what caught Ariel's attention. Sam was home and Ariel had been excited to see him for some unknown reason.

Sam carried himself up the front steps, his boots scuffing against the wood. When he opened the screen door, his eyes landed on the redhead who had just come up from the basement.

"Hey," The long-haired hunter breathed. He felt as though he hadn't seen Ariel in a while and catching her with a smile on her face invoked a weird feeling inside; one he hadn't felt in a while. Sam gently closed the door behind him, making sure not to make too much noise. He planned on talking to Ariel for a bit before someone came to divide them.

Ariel pursed her lips and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She leaned against the stairs, giving Sam a quick once over before greeting him back, "Hey." It was soft.

"I kinda figured you would be here already," Sam slightly tilted his head to the side, flashing the angel a pallid smile. He felt guilty for much of the things he said about her. Each time it came to fighting and laying a life down on the line, she was there and always delivered.

The archangel looked elsewhere at his comment, she set her eyes on his soul instead. It was bright, pure, and intoxicating. It outshined many others, including his brother's. Ariel ran her tongue over her lips and let out a shaky breath, "Yeah, that I am. I would have checked on you... but something told me that you would be alright by yourself." She playfully poked at his shoulder.

"Yeah? Well, I think I would have enjoyed the company anyways..." Sam's suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes darting to the basement door every so often. He inhaled a considerable amount of air before exhaling slowly. "About last night... maybe I should apologize."

Ariel shifted her weight onto the other foot, "Really?" She gave him a small chuckle and shook her head disapprovingly. "Sam, it's okay."

"Just-" Sam sighed. "Let me, okay?" He clenched the manila folder in his hands, tilting his head heavenward as he thought of the right words to say. How would he be able to convey how both he and Dean felt in that long month?

At that moment, Ariel didn't see Sam. She saw Michael.

Ariel straightened, "Michael... I can't." She pivoted on her heel and started for the basement but her wrist was caught by Sam, who had no intention of stopping. He pulled the stubborn angel back, taking a substep toward her, closing the gap between them.

"Don't," Sam murmured. He caught her discrepancy but he decided not to call it out since it was most likely instinctual.

She couldn't do this right now, listening to his apology, dealing with his guilt, Dean's paranoia, and her emotions. Ariel shut her eyes and spun slowly, eventually facing Sam who sported his famous puppy eyes.

Damnit.

"I was worried- because your connection to him and I said hurtful things. Then..." Sam tightened his hold on her wrist. He resumed talking, "I just wanted to say... thanks." The hunter finally released her arm from the death grip.

Ariel massaged her wrist, filling it with grace and healing the bruise. She looked away from the boy with doubt etched on her face, "It's okay, Michael."

The tall hunter frowned, "Ariel, it's Sam."

There was a beat.

The two gazed at each other, trying to understand what had just transpired. It happened again, she called him Michael. He furrowed his brows.

"Right... I apologize."

Sam studied the archangel's body language, deciding it was best if he left her alone. She seemed on edge and in her head. He set his eyes on the basement door and called out for his brother.

"Hey, Dean!" Sam shouted.

Ariel heard a faint 'And keep an eye on her' with Dean's heavy footsteps to follow. Once he reached the top of the steps, he let out a sigh paired with an eye roll. She would guess that dealing with Anna and Ruby was overwhelming.

"Hey, how's the car?" Dean pressed out, as his brother led him through the hallway and into the kitchen.

A corner of Sam's mouth lifted at his brother's question. It always seemed strange how he treated the impala like she was a person, something Sam could never get used to. "I got her. She's fine." He muttered. Sam peeked around the corner, looking for the surly hunter that usually came with the house.

"Where's Bobby?" Sam quizzed.

Dean dragged his feet across the floor while they made their way through the kitchen and into the library. He drew his lips into a tight smile, "Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it."

The Dominican? Sam raised a brow, slightly taken aback by the fact that Bobby leaves his house. "He working a job?"

"God, I hope so." Dean's whole face scrunched up as his mind put together a colorful image of Bobby. "Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap."

Ariel snickered behind them, causing Dean's head to whip in her direction. He almost forgot she was there with how quiet she was. The jaded man watched his angel rummage through all of the spellwork materials, shaking a jar of lamb's blood.

"Oh no- Now that's seared in my brain." Sam blinked hard, trying his best to get the image of his adoptive father having fun in the hammock; The trucker cap is what brought it to life.

"Mine too..." Ariel whispered.

Dean looked from his brother to Ariel with a cheeky grin, "I mean- you can't see it?" He laughed.

Sam waved his hands, "No, no. Let's talk about Anna."

Ariel sat the jar of lamb's blood down on the counter and moved over to the living room. She then appeared on the orange couch with her legs crossed at the ankles.

At the moment, she couldn't hear the angels. No matter what frequency she listened for, there was nothing. The angel drifted away from the conversation and back into the cave she called her mind space. She dwelled on what happened earlier, rubbing the area Sam had handled.

'What's twisting your wing?' A voice echoed through Ariel's mind, to which she responded out aloud.

"Nothing."

"What?" Dean questioned, his brows snapped together at her random outburst.

"What?" Ariel mirrored his question.

Sam scrutinized the angel, wondering if she's hearing things that aren't there.

'You seem stressed.' The corporeal voice returned, it was clear who had been speaking to her. Ariel shut her eyes, taking a shaky breath. When she opened her eyes, nothing but white filled her vision. She was in Heaven, not now, but billions of years ago.

'I can sense when you're lying to me.' Michael gazed at the harbinger angel, waiting for her admission.

Ariel pursed her lips and turned away from her eldest brother. "I'd rather not talk about it, Micah." The youngest returned her attention to the speech Father had prepared for the newest fledglings. She held her hands behind her back, twiddling her thumbs.

It had been quiet since Lucifer's exile. He wasn't particularly gone, just banished to earth, a place Ariel could no longer go in fear God's last-child, his other favorite.

After it happened, Ariel shut everyone out, including her own Father. She never felt so alone, so out of place.

"You are all dismissed," God said.

Immediately Ariel disappeared, retreating to the observation room. Her Heaven, her refuge, the last piece of Lucifer she had beside herself. She pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the earth orbit the sun.

There he is, so close yet so far.

"Tia i ag balit" Michael murmured, taking a seat next to the dejected red-head. "He's no good," He translated.

"Don't pretend to care. You shunned me the other day, claiming I was a spy," Ariel murmured.

Michael couldn't seem to focus on the forming stars, his mind elsewhere. He found it intriguing how she could just sit and watch the universe.

"I'm sorry."

"No," Ariel pushed herself up from the couch and turned to leave but Michael had snatched her wrist, bruising it.

"Don't," Michael muttered.

Anna's voice yanked the disassociated angel out of her flashback, "Why don't you just ask me to my face?" She sounded furious.

"Hello, Anna."

Ariel had appeared next to Dean with a welcoming smile. The archangel knew once Anna's memories returned, that things would go south very quickly so she had only a little time to impress human Anna.

Anna relaxed at the sight of the archangel. She wasn't sure if Ariel was using some sort of emotional manipulation tactic or if she actually felt calm in her presence. She decided on the former. When Anna looked at Ariel, she felt like something was off-putting, whether it be her smile or the way the angels talked about her.

Dean glared at Ruby, "Nice job watching her." What more to expect than a half-ass job from a demon.

Ruby gesticulated to the human, "I'm watching her." A pout was etched onto her face. It was clear that she did not like the job of babysitting the human.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, he knew that speaking of Anna behind her back wasn't a great idea. They shouldn't keep secrets- that's how trust issues began. "No, you're right, Anna," The tall hunter turned and took a substep toward Anna, with soft eyes. "Is there anything you want to tell us?" He prodded.

"About what?" The human's eyes bounced between Sam, Dean, and Ariel.

Ariel finally chimed in, "The angels...said you were guilty- Do you remember why they would say that?"

Anna parted her lips, taken aback by the accusation. She had no clue what the angels wanted and to even ask her that- it made her angry. "You tell me," She started. "Tell me why my life has been leveled... Why my parents are dead." The girl shook her head, trying her best to not have a panic attack. She took a deep breath before continuing, "I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know."

"Look, Anna..." Ariel offered her a warm smile, "I'm sorry about your parents. I really am. And I don't have enough grace to restore your memories- I used a lot last night during the fight and the banish took a lot out of me... but" The archangel drew her lower lip between her teeth and glanced at the floor. "But," She continued. "There may be an alternative."

Dean raised a brow at Ariel's forwardness, "Alternatives like what?"

Sam interjected, "I think I know." Digging into his back pocket for his cellphone, Sam left the room to go call Pamela the psychic.

Looks were exchanged between Dean, Ruby, and Anna. They were all confused, staring at the two best friends like they had lost their minds. Dean clasped his hands together, "Anyone wanna give us a hint?"

"Right, um... the woman whose eyes I burned out-" It took Ariel a while to process what just came out of her mouth. She glanced at Anna whose forehead puckered. "Look- It was an accident. I told her not to look..."

The short-haired hunter pursed his lips and swung his head in Ariel's direction. He gave her a wary look, "I'm not sure if she will wanna come near you. Especially since it was you who did the-" He motioned around his eyes.

"Wow, you must be hungry, Anna. Would you like a sandwich?" Ariel bounced on her feet, quickly slipping her arm around Anna and leading her further into the kitchen. She pushed her down into the nearby seat.

Anna gaped at the angel in adoration, "Angels make sandwiches?" Ariel reminded her of her mother. She missed her mother. The human girl averted her gaze, clasping her hands together before turning her body towards the dining table.

The fiery redhead stretched for the bread on top of the refrigerator and gently set it down on the counter. She took a quick peek over her shoulder at the young woman before responding with a blissful smile,

"I've seen Dean do it a bunch of times-" Ariel chortled as she washed her hands in the sink, "Doesn't look too hard." She concluded.

Dean studied the celestial entity as it moved around the kitchen. He could hear her softly humming as she prepped the bread. The way she carried herself reminded him of his mother, Mary, and he wasn't particularly sure if that was a good thing.

He now second-guessed why he loved her.

The eldest ginger stretched for the lunch meat, sitting it on the counter. "Do you like turkey?" She questioned while peeling back the plastic and turning to look at Anna with a raised brow. She caught a glimpse of Dean gawking at her in the usual way that he did and once she turned, a beatific smile tugged at her lips.

"There it is again..." Ruby yanked Dean from his blissful daydream. He rolled his eyes at the demon, peeved with her habit of ruining good moments.

"There is what again?" The hunter queried. He did not care for her answer.

Ruby's jaw fell to the floor as she finally put together what was happening. She would admit it took her a while to see, but who cared? "Wow," She laughed. "Dean Winchester has feelings?"

"What?" Dean snapped, turning his head to face the demon. He particularly wasn't up for her childish antics at the given moment.

The brunette shook her head, deciding to leave it alone before 'The Great Dean Winchester' stabbed her.

At that, Dean returned his attention to the two women in the kitchen. He could make out the sound of Ariel's small giggles followed by a typical question, "Mayo or no?"

"Mayo please." Anna twiddles her thumbs, waiting for her sandwich.

A pair of boots could be heard, trudging down the steps. Ariel turned her attention to the giant that entered the kitchen and stole half of the sandwich she prepared for Anna. "Sam!" She held up her hands, wagging her finger in a 'no' gesture.

Sam took a large bite of the sandwich, chewing it before he noticed that all eyes were on him. "What?" He questioned, gulping down the bits that he chewed. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

Ruby scoffed, "That was hers." She held her hand out, indicating to Anna who sat quietly at the table. Anna didn't want to argue with the nice hunter.

"No, It's okay... I wasn't that hungry anyways." Anna lied and gave them all a shy smile and pushed a few stray strands out of her face.

Ariel tossed the dirty knife into the sink and held her hands up, "Unbelievable." Why would she lie about it? That was something the angel didn't understand.

Dean took a substep forward, but before he could get a word out, Ariel vanished. He assumed that she went outside. "Any word on Pamela?" The hunter decided to just get on with helping Anna remember her past.

"Uh..." Sam took another bite of the sandwich before answering his brother, "She said she would help, but no angels." He swallowed most of what was left, "So, I'm not sure if we should tell Ariel to stay up here... or outside."

Dean gave a slight chuckle, "Outside? Sam, she isn't a dog... she stays here- inside." The hunter rocked on his feet, pursing his lips as he contemplated on driving or letting Sam pick her up. He glanced at Ruby and that was all it took to grab his jacket and snatch the keys from Sam.

"I'll get the psychic, you get Anna back in the panic room." Dean started for the front door but before he left the kitchen he did a 180 and pointed at Sam and Ruby with a coy smile, "No...uh...y'know." With that, he opened the door and closed it behind him.

OUTSIDE

DAY

Once Dean was out on the porch he halted at the sight of Ariel who was staring heavenward with parted lips. Was she praying or listening? It was hard to tell. She always seemed to be staring upwards. The righteous man started down the steps, maneuvering around Ariel's large wings and holding onto the railing for support. As he reached the bottom step, Ariel's melodic voice filled his ears.

"Are you sure you should go alone?" The ginger pushed herself to her feet, taking a few steps toward the human. She looked into his eyes while lifting her hand to his sternum and over his heart. A line appeared between her brows. "It's just, I won't be able to find you if something happens," She murmured.

Dean caught her wrist, gripping it with care. He lifted a brow at her worrying, "Nah, I'll be fine." He ran his thumb over the back of her hand before lowering it and turning away. "Sam and Anna need you more in case those hex bags are shit," The green-eyed human sauntered over to his sleek Impala and perched himself against it.

"Okay?" Dean gazed at his angel.

Ariel pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."

The wearied man gave a lopsided grin then opened the driver side door, but before he climbed in, he glanced over his shoulder at the pouting angel and parted his lips as if he were apart to tell her to come but decided against it. He climbed into the car, started the ignition, and pulled off into the distance.

Ariel watched the impala drive around the heap of cars and disappear. She let out a heavy sigh as this particular scenario reminded her of the job change.

The angel plopped down on the steps, resting her head in her palms.

PART THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

[sakuramarie]

Sea Witch Marinette

So I kinda feel a bit ashamed of my WIP Game results SO I decided to try and knock off some of these WIP off my list. Now granted, this WIP was almost done anyway but I’d like to make some progress here XD .

Summary: Before Marinette was born war broke out between the Mer and Cecaelia. The Mer being led by the Agreste and the Cecaelia being led by the than Queen who was a Cecaelia. The Queen's forces lost and all her followers and kind were banished to the trenches. The Cecaelia's never forgot and forgave the treachery.

Marinette is a Cecaelia raised to distrust and resent mers and she does. Her favorite target of her hate was the mer prince Adrien. As she stalks hs life plotting against him, she gets to know the poor lonely boy who wants to escape the palace and her heart melts.

When she sees Adrien run away from home she sends her two companions Tikki and Plagg to lure the prince to her has two reasons to lure him to her. One to actually help and meet her prince second reason is save him from seeing the wrong witch who would harm him and give him a terrible deal. If word got out the Agreste Heir was in the trench, it would be disaster.

What Adrien wants is to be normal and being human seemed like the only way. He was known throughout the seven seas after all. He heard the stories of Cecaelia's natural affinity for magic and even if they were mortal enemies he was willing to do anything to escape the ocean.

Addional Information: This was based on the art i did Day 31 of AU Yeah AUgust: Dealer's Choice I do like this idea a lot but I have a very vague idea of what I want for it and I have so many WIPs I need to tackle before I try to deal with this.

Marinette made herself and her cave look presentable.

She had to make an impression that would make her witchy ancestors proud.

"I am a seductive and conniving witch! " she said to herself multiple times as if saying it as a mantra would make it automatically true.

Plagg snorted at this " Oh yeah~ and I am Queen of the Mers" He said in an annoying smug tone that made Marinette turn at incredible speeds and glare at him.

"Shut up Plagg! Don't you have a prince to be led here?"

"Tikki can handle it~ I need to be here to mess with you."

Marinette sputters " I will turn you into the smallest kelp fish in existence if you don't leave right now!"

The large eel laughs " Don't get your tentacles in a twist! I'm going! I'm going! "

The eel swims off before Marinette could throw a potion at him.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself. Nothing was going to go wrong, she just knew it. Everything will be fine and she will make her first real deal.

Ok , so maybe she wasn't the smoothest sea witch in the seven seas. She had tried so hard to imitate some of the older witches with their tips to seduce Mers. It didn't seem to help, unless one calls tripping over her cauldron seductive.

She was so close. She maintained eye contact, let her tentacles gently graze his face, arms and torso, used the patented "seductive witch voice" all was going well. He was a mess after everything she did and she was feeling confidant. Her confidence must have been her downfall cause it seemed when that happened, her clumsiness decides to strike. How was she supposed to convince him she was a capable witch when she tripped over her own cauldron.

Still, she SOMEHOW managed to get him to make a deal with her. It was oddly easy, he didn't resist at all to her terms or anything. Still there was a tiny little detail they needed to straighten out before she could start her spell.

"You can't have something for nothing... "

"What do you want? "

"Hmm ... i need something that is equal in value to gaining legs... " She was playing with her seashell necklace absent mindly, trying to come up with something he could give. His money meant nothing to her so what could he give? "

"Will my voice work? No one listens to me anyway. I don't need it, not really. "

Marinette's heart broke at that, the poor neglected mer. How underappreciated does he feel if he feels his voice meant so little to him? Still, a voice was a good trade and to a witch it was very useful for spells.

"I accept that your offer of your voice. "

Adrien smiles widely and shakes her hand

"Pleasure doing business with you my lady. " He shakes her hand then kisses it.

Marinette goes so insanely red and stutters "u-u-uh yes! Contract! W-w-w-w contract sigh... sign! Sign Contract! "

"Keeping it legal my lady? "

"Y-yes... It keeps me protected... " She nods rapidly as she makes a contract appear "feel free to read...'

Adrien looks over the paper for a few seconds " It still says I have a month to get True Love's kiss right or I belong to you ...? Just like we agreed?"

"Y-yes?..."

"Ok than! " he grabs the quill made of fish bones and happily signed his name. Marinette looks baffled as he didn't even bother to comprehend the contract. He was entirely to trusting, to a fault. He was missing quite a few key terms and conditions that they didn't even have time to fully discuss.

It was a good thing she found him before anyone else could.

A week into Adrien becoming human she gets a visit from the king himself. She wasn't surprised in the slightest that he was upset. She was more surprised he actually bothered to come himself and not send his favorite Nathalie. He seemed to use her as a stand in when talking to Adrien all the time anyway. She had seen it plenty of times when she was watching Adrien.

Marinette glares at King Gabriel as he flung insults at her. She turns her back to him and tries to swim away, obviously disrespecting him.

"How dare you steal my son! I demand you release him to me!"

Marinette stops as she rolls her eyes " I don't have him... right now. "

Gabriel looks confused as Marinette continues " He still has a while to finish his end of the deal. If he doesn't, Well... he will belong to me."

Gabriel tries not to sputter "You tricked him! You played dirty and it's all your fault."

Marinette is enraged now as she turns to face the king "How dare you accuse me like this. I would never do him wrong and I NEVER tricked him. I told him my terms and he happily agreed to them and signed our contract. None of this is my fault. YOUR son came to the trenches... Your son actively saught a witch to make a deal. He was so desperate to escape your kingdom he was willing to swim into an the sea lion's den and make a deal with a devil in order to escape. You should be thanking me by the way. I ,in essence, saved his gullible tail because the Prince would be a hot commodity down here. I gave him all the chance in the world to succeed and I will not turn him into some little guppy mutant if he failed. Trust me on this, no one here would let the Agreste heir live if they made a deal with him. If anything... this is YOUR fault! He wouldn't have left if it wasn't for you."

Gabriel looked affronted as this tiny witch swam up to him to meet him in the eyes.

"Oh, I could make a deal with you.. but there is no way I will extend any courtesy to you"

"I am the KING"

"Not mine! Never mine. Our lives are nothing but misery because of you and your father. I hate you and everything you stand for. Consider this a fair warning, King of fools. I will be the friendliest witch you can meet here. You have no power here. Magic comes at a price and we are the merchants, You and your father did not do yourselves favors as you have angered the merchants."

"You are just as bad as your kind's reputation" he snarls

Marinette sticks her nose up "Oh, that is rich. You are not a saint, Gabriel. " she drawls

"How dare you be so formal "

"Down here, you are just a mer. A plain mer and you are way out of your element. So you will listen or so help me I will hex you! It doesn't take a crystal ball to know you are utterly consumed with appearances. I will hex you so hard it will make you hide away in shame since that seems to be the only thing in the world that seems to matter to you!"

"Show me this contract you said he signed. "

Marinette pulls it out of thin air and he tries to destroy it with his scepter. She rolls her eyes and shoves it in his face

" It is a legal binding contract. completely unbreakable, even by you. "

He barely manages to read the first paragraph when it rolls up and it vanishes.

" Leave .. now" Marinette's voice is low and dangerous "you are unwelcome here. Your son is not here. He is on land, it's too late for you to stop it. No matter what, you lost your prince and you are to blame. "

[genderfluidmollymauks]

the session recap that @umbreeonic did as they eavesdropped on the game i ran today for my all warlock party

we start off after the portals, in avernus, realm of zariel

there’s a cool scary staircase very clawed up

caleb: where would you like to go? // AB: home

AAAASAHAKQKSKQJDOQKDKQJSQJ

THAT'S ME, TORY, REACTING TO CIELLA VOICE

VERY GOOD VERY VALID. I SUPPORT YOU

ciella starts panicking over the warlocks being mortal

ciella: how old are you? // ärla: five // ciella: JESUS CHRIST

catan starts looking to see where the claw marks lead, like a functional pc

oh hell yes weapon heist! rob the lost and found!

ciella: this is the worst planned revolution. in the history of ever

everyone figures out if they have magic weapons. misfortune does! that’s it

WEAPON HEIST WEAPON HEIST

ciella goes down the hallway with No claw marks, everyone follows the archdevil

caleb: catan- // me, has been reading it catan as in settlers of not cay-ten: :0

ciella: we live in a society.

misfortune: why us? // ciella: you’re warlocks! they can’t steal your souls :)

ciella starts to go on a rant abt warlock exploitation that i very much enjoyed

misfortune gets blood on her clothes and is like “it’s fine it happens a lot” and everyone is Distressed

they get in the lost and found room, which is full of many creepy things covered in blood stains

catan walks to a weapon first thing, like a functional pc

he gets a white shortsword with cold powers, misfortune finds a bunch of money and gems and stuff and some bracers, custos finds a book called the adventures of tarrington darington. also one called torture 101, and The Other Enemies that detail all the fiends enemies!

ärla finds a pitch black dagger and gets a CRIT 20 to figure out what it is! it’s a death dagger baby (nice plunker reference calb)

misfortunes mouse sounds like john mulaney. amazing

“this is a very smart mouse.”

squeakers - the mouse - scurries around the room to find stuff for misfortune. he finds something he says is amazing, and it is.

a corn cob

ciella is randomly throwing things around and finds a gray robe and goes “this is useless to me. it’s the wrong color”

misfortune tries to change the color but that doesn’t work

catan touches to feel how comfy it is. “not as good as bear pelt.” he still takes it

misfortune gives the bracers to ärla so she has more than 14 ac, like a kind pc

misfortune, realizing she’s the only one without a magic item, reaches out randomly to take something as they all leave. it is a FUCKING ioun stone FUCK yeah

NOW we go to claw mark hallway

there’s a set of spiiiiiiraling! stairs going up. they’re not trapped, so they all go up

ciella awkwardly asks the party about themselves. misfortune says she has a mouse. custos says he has a bird

using her speak with animals, misfortune talks to puppy. he is. the most perfect character.

i am the night

i have no need of a name. but my warlock calls me puppy. this brings him joy. this is my one purpose, to bring him joy and keep him safe. Are You A Threat

misfortune: did you know if you sharpen a pencil enough you can stab people? they never see it coming

catan doesn’t know the difference between a pen and pencil, like a functional pc

that doesn’t actually fit but comedy rule of threes

ciella explains that zariel is devil trump and won’t be in his office cause he’s gonna be golfing

catan: what is golf? // ciella: a product of hell

misfortune: golf is putting tiny balls in tiny holes for people with tiny penises

as they walk through the office building (cause this is an office building) fiends in their cubicles ignore the party but like, in a scared way

minimum wage is a copper a century

misfortune: well then why do they work here? // ciella: they sold their souls to the ceo.

catan doesn’t understand money because he is uncorrupted by capitalism

going up the next stairs, ciella starts being Sneeky. she’s not good at it

ärla, however, with her SECOND NAT 20, along w The Boys, are fine on their stealth. misfortune is so focused on ciella being quiet that she doesn’t notice her mouse is being loud, but ärla quiets him down

they aren’t noticed by two bone devils working at a control center, which is probably for the best

me, googling bone devils, seeing they have fairy wings: baby

time for party to kill baby :pensive:

for their surprise round, bc they did so good sneekin, custos starts by casting shatter on BOTH of the baby

however, being made of bone, neither of them seem THAT concerned with the ear shattering noise that explodes between them (aka half damage)

but the control panel, being an object, is much more exploded

so catan whips out his tome, flips it open to a certain page, raises up his free hand and summons what looks like a perfect sphere of ice and snow, which he then sends off towards the bone devil that's like, what, 50 feet away

(lou describes the action beautifully so i don’t have to, like a wonderful beautiful kind player)

lou: that’s 6d8 // AB: too bad it’s not 6d9 :3 // caleb: d9 don't exist AB

however, being a fiend, the baby doesn’t seem that upset by the giant snowball sent their way (half damage again)

ärla send out a bolt of glowing gold light at the baby catan DIDN'T attack, and the baby shrieks in pain because gold hurts more than snow

ciella then runs up, casting a quick hex on ärla’s baby, stabs it - so strong in goes into it's bone body like it’s butter - and it screams once more, and again when her sword pulls out

IT'S LEFT WITH 69 HEALTH

NICE

ciella does a radiant (gays) gaze, exploding the baby in radiant light, so it screams again. and now it can’t see, cause of the light

misfortune casts a hex (“you feeling lucky, punk?”) on the un-hexed baby, and the magic wisps around it’s neck like a chain. she rushes up to attack, pointing her sword at baby, and two quick blasts shoot out of it - an eldritch blast! the first one hits, pushing the baby just enough that the second misses.

i love the rich fiction provided here by AB that was beautiful

custos, seeing the badassery that is misfortune, also sends out an eldritch blast onto the blinded baby, so it screams again, as that is a theme

Catan takes out his tome yet again and summons a ray of more ice in his hand, and then chucks it like a fucking baseball at the bone devil that's looking the most awful

YEET

catan has a wonderful aesthetic i love him

ärla casts toll the dead on the scream baby, who is so hurt it fails COMPLETELY with a nat 1

ärla has one hand around her pendant, one pointed out at the bone devil, and she tweets a short melody that turns into loud tolling bells that torment the devil, it’s wings shrivel up into dust, it’s bones turn black, it lets out one final anguished scream, and hisses something at ciella in infernal before falling to the floor in death

ciella turns to other baby with another radiant gaze, and it does not look good as it erupts in golden light, it’s eyes are pure gold in blindness and it is shrieking in infernal, and ciella runs up and ends it's screaming in one fluid motion, decapitating it

ciella kicks the bones a little. “that was easier than i thought itd be”

misfortune repeats the word the devil said, as a question, and ciella replies back in infernal

misfortune’s spoken infernal is not very good but i love her

custos looks over at the control panel, pretty damaged, and sees it controls the portals

ciella explains that devils open up portals to the mortal plane to trap portals to force mortals into being warlocks. she taps a giant button that shuts the whole thing down, and it is now pitch black in the room

she casts light on her sword, saying the portals are closed. no one can go in, no one can go out - unless she says so

misfortune: what happens if someone was in a portal as you shut it down and got cut in half? // ciella: that is not how portals work

and as everyone tells ciella they’ll stay and keep helping, we end off the session! god you guys are badass

[tipsycad147]

Hexes and Curses

Be careful what you ask for.....

3 nights of hell

This spell will inflict serious pain and sores on thine enemy for a period of 3 days. After whitch the spell is lifted he or she is made well again. take a black candle and place a picture of thine enemy in front of of you and tilt the candle so that wax drips upon the would be victuim in the picture. Visualize that the wax is burning sores into the body of thine enemy. While doing so recite the following 3 times....

" As i do this candle spell

Bring thine enemy 3 nights of hell

Candle black, black as night

Bring him pain of flesh tonight!

Lesions on his skin will grow

Afflict him with painful blow

Sores and pain affict him now

For 3 nights he'll wonder how

Dukes of darkness, kings of hell

Smite thine enemy, bring him hell

When 3 nights of pain have past

Make him well, well at last

After sitting and thinking about the sores that will be inflict your enemy and the pain he will suffer you may then extinguish the candle. when 3 nights have past tear up the phote and say the following.

When 3 nights of pain endures, i lift this curse rest assured

Darkness leave him, go away, curse is lifted now, today!"

you can change words to fit you like himto her and so on.

Anthill Hex This spell allegedly causes financial discord: Gather dust from an anthill and sprinkle it on your targets doorstep.

Betel nut hex Betel nuts are the stimulant of choice in many parts of earth.  They're also used magically. To cast a hex with Betel nuts, wrap your enemies photograph, a piece of paper with your enemies name on it, and/or intimate articles belonging to your target in a black cloth. Add Betel nuts and cubebs. Wrap everything up and bury it, ideally where your target is sure to pass.

Bladderwrack hex Bladderwrack is normally carried as a protective Botanical but it can be used to provide a particularly nasty hex, too. If hidden in a bathroom that your enemy uses, it allegedly causes uterine tract infections.

Blueberry Hex Even something as innocuous as Blueberries has been used to cast malicious spells. Create an infusion of Blueberry leaves and sprinkle over your targets doorstep.

Bones of anger

Gather bones of chickens and dry them in the sun for a few days.  Then when you are ready to do this hex make sure you are worked up into a frenzy of anger and hatred. This will add to the potency of your hex! Be thinking of all this while doing this hex and when it says 'With these bones I now do crush" take a hammer or use your feet to stomp and crush these bones as if they were your enemy before you! When you are done sweep them up and place them in a bag. You will then want to sprinkle the dust and remains of the bones on your enemies property around his house. If you have a bell ring it 3 times and say... I call upon the Ancient Ones from the great abyss to do my bidding I invoke Cuthalu, God of Anger and the creatures of the underworld hear me now... "Bones of anger, bones to dust full of fury, revenge is just I scatter these bones, these bones of rage take thine enemy, bring him pain I see thine enemy before me now I bind him, crush him, bring him down With these bones I now do crush Make thine enemy turn to dust torment, fire, out of control With this hex I curse your soul" So mote it be!

Bottle Hex 1. Place your targets photograph inside a bottle. 2. Write the targets name on a piece of paper and put this inside the bottle, too. 3. Stuff holly and ivy into the bottle. 4. Add some black ink and war water. 5. Seal the bottle shut and bury it upside down.

Candle Hex (1) Black cat crossed your path The condition oil black cat oil is most frequently used for benevolent purposes, to draw protection, good fortune, and attention from the opposite sex. However, it may also be used to turn a trick. The combination of wax and pins requires no doll.   1. Hold a black candle in your hands and charge it with your intention. 2. Carve it with your enemies name and any identifying information pertaining to that person. 3. Dress the candle with Black cat oil. 4. Pierce the candle with 5 pins placed vertically. Approximately 1 inch appart. 5. Light your candle and let it burn until the first pin drops out. 6. Pinch out the candle and reserve it. 7. The following night, light the candle again and let it burn until the next pin drops out. 8. Burn in nightly increments until the final pin drops out. 9. Pinch the candle out yet again but this time take what remains of the candle and throw it against your enemies front door. 10. Walk away without looking back, returning home via a circuitius route.

CURSE OF REVENGE This curse is to be laid upon the victim while burning an image of the victim (wax sigil, photograph, drawing, anything) in the flame of a consecrated black candle Speak aloud the following:   There has been unfairness done to me   I summon the elements   I envoke them   I conjure them to do my bidding   The four watchtowers shall lay their eyes and minds   there shall be fear and guilt and bad blood   there shall be submission and no pity   I point the threefold law against thee   against thee it shall be pointed   threefold, a hundred fold,   is the cost for my anger and pain   Thou shalt be blinded by the fear   blinded by the pain   blinded by me   binded by me   Cursed by me   So mote it be!

Cursing Stones

Charging a stone with malevolence is an ancient Celtic method of delivering a curse.

Charge the stone by holding it in your hands while allowing yourself to be engulfed by feelings of Rage, Jealously, Anger, and Hatred. The stone will store this emotion.

When charging is complete, terminate the process by setting the stone down, and consciously changing your train of thought.

Reserve the stone for later use.

Should one with to curse someone or something, hold the stone with in your hands, stroking it, while turning it counter-clockwise and murmuring curses.

For Naughty Witches Who Have Been Doing Too Much Hexing

If your conscience is beginning to nag you for your behavior, you will need: parchment black pen or ink frankincense myrrh charcoal disc brass dish gold candle (for the blessings of the Sun God) pin

On a Sunday morning as the sun rises, write a list of all the bad things you have done and then prick your thumb and put a thumbprint of your blood on the parchment.

Light the candle, burn the frankincense and myrrh on the disc in the dish as you read your list and feel truly remorseful. When you feel ready light the list in the candle flame and throw into the dish to burn.

When everything has burned and only ashes remain, rub your hands with these ashes and then wash your hands with soap and water as you say:

"My past is cleansed my future blessed no more my sleep shall bring unrest"

Dry your hands in the warmth of the candle flame and sun.

Now be more careful from now on

GRAVEYARD DUST SPELL

"Graveyard Dust" is one of three things: dirt taken from a cemetery, mullein powder, or patchouli powder. Or, it can be a combination of them. It is usually used in any combination with such things as asoefitida, jezebel root, Lost and Away powder, Black Cat oil, Four Thieves Vinegar Oil, Goofer Dust, (which is similar but not the same as Graveyard Dust), Mummy Oil, Damnation Water Oil, Black Mus, and other powders and oils representing hexing powders. Any and all are mixed with Graveyard Dust together with something belonging to the enemy.

If some personal belonging cannot be secured, the person's name is written on a small piece of parchment paper. This and the mixture is put in a small bag and buried or hidden near the enemy's abode. Also, if the mixture is made only with powders, it is sprinkled on the doorsteps. If the mixture includes oils, it is smeared on the doorknobs. All of this is in addition to the hiding of the small bag. Such action is said to result in making a person sluggish and sleepy and eventually wasting away.

HAIR LOSS CURSE By the power of wind and sea with the spirit of rain and mud, your mane once long and full will become a plain skull, making it subject to ridicule. From now on you'll lose your hair leaving your head naked and bare.

HEX THE ENEMY MISFORTUNE

Take a piece of parchment paper and write your enemies name onto it using black ink 9 times. Prick your finger and place a drop of vitality onto the paper. Light one black candle, then say out loud:

I curse thee (Enemies Name) and I hex thee, Let it be done.

Now place the paper into the candles flame and let it burn. Now just sit back and watch the misfortune come upon your enemy. It never fails!

HEXING OIL SPELL

Used to influence others to grant favors, follow your directions, and do your bidding without argument or resistance.

Anoint a black candle with the oil and as it's lighted, repeat this affirmation:

"Damn the foe who has harmed me, May evil return to it's source ten fold. Let the sufferings intended me be visited upon the perpetrator."

I don't consider this so nasty as one is just returning what is given. Although I would probably leave out the tenfold thingy myself, and alter the spell accordingly.

PAPER HEX SPELL

To cause a hex or bad luck to follow someone disliked, a piece of paper, preferably black, is cut into the shape of a man or a woman. Use Dove's Blood Red ink to write the person's name on the paper image.

Stick a new pin at the head and thread it in and out of the image all the way down to the feet. This will cause the paper image to fold up and become quite small.

Place the image and pin in a small box and take it to a cemetery. Dig a small hole and place the box within. On top of the box place some Devil's Shoelace roots and sprinkle the roots and box with Black Arts Oil. Then cover with dirt from the graveyard. Leave the cemetery and never return to where the box was buried

REMOVE A HEX / REVERSE A JINXED CONDITION Although it is relatively rare that someone is truly hexed, it does happen. Also, it is important to note that the mind has a very powerful effect on the body, so if you believe yourself to be hexed, in effect, you are... This spell will remove any hexed or jinxed condition, whether real or imagined. Fashion a poppet out of white felt or other white material. Stuff the poppet with vetivert herb, and place on your altar. Inscribe your name on a purple candle and anoint (Go here to learn anointing) the candle with an appropriate oil (I use patchouli, but there are other formulations on the market, such as uncrossing oil, or go away oil which will work just fine). Visualize as strongly as possible the hex upon you...feel its power and the strength it has had over you...Now take a handful of garlic powder and sprinkle it over the poppet, while strongly visualizing the hex/jinxed condition being broken. Put as much feeling and emotion into this process as possible...now relax...allow the candle to burn down completely. It is finished...the hex is broken...so mote it be.

Hot Footing

a.k.a. BACK TO IOWA

by Chameleon

The PURPOSE of the spell, why you do it, is to get someone off your back. The intent is not to HARM someone but to make them GO AWAY and leave you alone. This is NOT, however, intended for petty grievances. This is a serious spell with a fairly good kick to it. If it backfires it can make YOU go away i.e. lose your job. Use at your own risk. And, oh yes, this is COPYRIGHT material. If you reproduce it in ANY form whatsoever you must include the following:

MATERIALS: Hot Foot Powder, bowl to hold powder, small jar orvial, 4 black candles, 2 black rushlights, drum or other rhythm instrument (optional, if you know how to clap your hands)

A word about certain items: HOT FOOT POWDER is one of those"magical incense" things you buy at occult supply stores - you know, the ones labeled "sold as a curio, for entertainment purposes only". Z. Budapest in _The Goddess in the Office_ describes this as a white powder, but the Hot Foot Powder I bought is most definitely black (and smells pretty good, too, in fact). The only thing I can conclude is that Z and I go to different occult suppliers. RUSH LIGHTS have nothing to do with Mr. Limbaugh. Traditionally, they're rushes dipped in wax or tallow then lit - a sort of candle, very long and thin, that burns quickly and doesn't throw a whole lot of light. The ones I used were a thin candlewick about 15 inches long dipped in black wax a couple of times. These babies are fragile, so handle them with care until you're ready to use them.

Cleanse and purify your altar area. Set up your altar for charging magickal tools. Arrange the four black candles for lighting purposes and use no other color of candle during this spell. If you want, drape the altar in black, wear black, and otherwise dress up the area.

Pour a small quantity, about a spoonful, of the Hot Foot Powder into the bowl and place it on your altar. I usually put things I intend to charge on top of my pentagram, but use your own preferred method. Get comfortable in front of the altar, you're going to be there for a little while.

Put the black rushlights on either side of the bowl. Light them, while focusing on your grievance. Get a good rhythm going -beat that drum, shake that rattle, clap those hands, beat that floor, whatever - and make it an urgent sort of beat, the sort that makes you want to run. As you do this, chant:

You shall rise, you shall rise You shall walk and you shall fly Out of my life and away Onward Outward Away Begone! And trouble me no more I give you no power You have no power No power Over Me!

Keep repeating this chant and get really worked up. Feel that power and anger rising up. Get loud if you want (well, not so loud the neighbors call 911). Keep repeating the chant until the rushlights have burned almost completely down, then grab that bowl full of Hot Foot Powder and send all the furious energy into it. Visualize that powder just bubbling and boiling over with your emotion. When the fury is in the powder pour the powder into as mall jar and close up tightly. Be sure to ground yourself before leaving the Circle.

Now, take that charged powder and lay it in the path of your enemy. Make sure you aren't seen doing this. Pour it into your hand, then with a strong puff of breath blow it over an area your foe walks over regularly. This spell is specific to one person, so don't worry about it affecting other people who cross over it. HotFoot Powder is very fine, and if you only use a spoonful it shouldn't be visible on a floor. If it is, it will look just like dust. Blame it on poor housekeeping, the local

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SPELL TO NEHELLANIA Perform this during the Dark Moon if possible, and when casting Circle move counter clockwise from the East. Items needed: sword. Stand before the altar with arms raised and say: "Dark Mother, let your power flow through the body of your daughter/son and out again to repel and destroy all negative thoughts and deeds that are directed against me." Stand in silence as you draw down the power, then face East, raise your sword in greeting and say: "Hail Chichiri, great One of the East, Whose airy eyes see all in the Element of Air! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Move to the North and say: "Hail Tamahome, great One of the North, Whose green eyes see all in the Element of Earth! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Go to the West and say: "Hail Hotohori, great One of the West, Whose liquid eyes see all in the Element of Water! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Finally at the South say: "Hail Tasuki, great One of the South Whose bright eyes see all in the Element of Fire! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Place your hands on the sword and say: "Great Dark Mother, I call on You to build up this protection, To send back all the wrong that has been done to me." Raise your sword high and say: "Dark Mother, Queen of the Night, there is one who stands against me. Let his/her efforts fail. Let him/her go down in the darkness. May You judge his/her wrongfulness and lies as he/she stands before You in the courts of Hell. May his/her efforts be lost in the darkness with no light to guide him/her. I am Your child, protect me, Dark Mother!" Rest the sword with the point on the ground between your feet. Say: "Dark Mother, help me to reach my goals, to live my life to the fullest, to walk a path of balance. Sweep away all barriers built by those who want me to fail. Crush the evil sent against me! Sweep its remains back into the body and brain of the one who sent it! The evil is dead! My attacker tastes his/her just rewards! His/her mouth is full of ashes, his/her thoughts of nightmares, his/her life of unfulfilment. Only once he/she ends his/her attacks and hatred shall he/she know peace again! I stand under the sword and the hand of the Goddess! So mote it be!" Draw a pentagram on the floor between your feet with the sword and say: "It is done!" Replace sword on the altar (or if too large like mine, simply lean it against the altar) and say: "Your hands protect me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. Your sword covers me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. Your care shelters me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. All love and honor to the Dark Mother Nehellania!" This is the time for any further spell working or to finish other ritual matters. When finished take your sword to the east and raise it in greeting, and say: "Farewell Chichiri! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the North say: "Farewell Tamahome! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the West say: "Farewell Hotohori! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the South say: "Farewell Tasuki! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" Stand before altar with arms raised and say: "My thanks to the Dark Goddess Nehellania and to all who have helped here this night. Depart in peace, blessed be!"

THE ASS KISSER GETS WHAT IS COMING TO THEM SPELL This spell is designed to let a brown-noser get back what they send out. This spell does not directly harm the target, they do it to themselves. For this spell you need a sheet of paper, scissors, a black candle, some black string, frankincense incense, a piece of pyrite (fool's gold), an old glass jar with a lid, some water and a frying pan. First stand facing north and cut out a paper doll of the asskisser and write his name on it. Then look to the north and say, " Asskisser in your heart, what you're doing isn't smart, whatever harm you say and do, will jump right back and get you." Take the black string and bind the doll while saying, " Whatever good and bad you say, whatever good and bad you do, will always come right back at you." After binding the doll, light the incense and the candle. Wave the doll through the smoke of the incense and say, "with the power of air this spell is carried." Then fan the flame of the candle and say, " With the power of flame this spell is released." Sprinkle some water on it and say: " With the power of water the Magick is spread." Last, touch the bundle with the fool's gold and say. "With the power of earth the Magick is put into being." Finally, take the bundle and burn the f*** out of it in the frying pan, take the ashes and put them in the jar and bury them.

TO CAUSE A HEADACHE Say This person _____ has made me angry! Lucifer bring forth the pain of madness known upon his head! ardrelamastro, martarastar, frocuss! To punish black candle 9 nails white plate oil carve the persons name in the candle.... put the candle on the white plate then at different locations push the nails in.... put the oil around the plate. That should stay for about 1 moon phase.....when done... remove the nails, and using a warm knife or metal spatula, smooth the pierced/carved areas, so the candle looks unblemished....wrap it in vervain and sweet basil....and then dump in a garbage can...that will take care of both.

TO REMOVE A FAMILY OR PERSONAL CURSE:

If you feel you or your family has been cursed for a day or generations, use this spell to remove it.

1. Take a black skull candle anointed with spell breaker oil ( if skull is not available, use image or a black cat candle). Burn for 8 nights, starting at the full moon. Burn for 15 minutes a night while you concentrate on the evil being burned away.

2. On the 8th night, in the crevice of the skull made by the burning wax, place these herbs: Agrimony, dill, rue, Five finger grass (cinquefoil), St. John's wort, and wormwood.

3. On top of these herbs place a seal of mephistopheles and seal all, the herbs and the seal with the drippings from a white candle. When the herbs are tightly sealed in the skull candle, put the candle in a grey bag or some grey material and sprinkle with Graveyard dust and Goofer dust. Take it to a graveyard and bury it.

That particular type of spell will be broken forever and no new evil spell of that type can be placed upon you or your family ever again..

From: Protection spells and charms by Jade

TO RETURN A HEX

Light three black candles, and as they burn, speak this charm for thrice return:

Broken this spell, broken this curse, By these candles, by this verse. Reflected back, three times three, Your hexes have no effect on me. Curse return, by candles three, Burn away and set me free. Live and learn, crash and burn, Three times three, this hex return. With harm to none, this lesson be told; Whatever is sent out, returns three-fold.

Allow the candles to burn themselves out. Do this 5 nights in a row, during the Waxing Moon, at dusk - as the sun dies and darkness descends.

TRAVEL PROBLEMS CURSE Holy gods of engineers cause a chain reaction and curse the transportation of this materialistic peer. Be it car, truck or motorcycle may they all have mechanical trouble

ZUIA-ZUIA OIL HEX

Using Zuia-Zuia Oil, anoint a Black Figure Candle or a 7-Knob Candle. Stick 6 silver pins/needles into the head or top of the candle. Concentrate on the hate you have for your enemy as you push each pin into the candle. Light candle at midnight of the first day the moon wans. Let candle burn for half hour each day until candle burns out. Each day candle is lit, stare into flames and think of nothing but hatred for thy enemy. On last day the candle burns, voice your intent for thy enemy 3 times. Close thee eyes and let flame burn out.

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Seek, and You Shall Find- Chapter 9

I’m baaaaaaaack! Miss me? :P 

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Stolen kisses and secret touches filled Jamie and Claire's days. He would catch himself staring at her, more often that he would like to admit. Her beauty, her movements… how could he not? She was mesmerizing.

And she was secretly his.

***

Claire spoke to Colum a week earlier, and was placed in charge of the neglected surgery at the basement of the castle. Jamie was glad for her, that she was able to practice her passion.

But he missed her greatly.

She spent all hours of the day mending and stitching and staunching. He only saw her during mealtimes, and even then, they had to keep their conversations merely friendly.

Claire wanted to keep their true emotions hidden from everyone. “It's none of their business,” she'd said. “Besides, your uncle will not be pleased with your… involvement… with a sassenach. I think it's best we let him warm up to the idea. A frog in boiling water will jump out immediately. Same goes for Himself.”

Although Jamie wanted to parade her on his arm like a show horse, he conceded. Her points were valid, and he couldn't find a decent reason to disagree.

She sat with him now. After checking over the horses for injuries and sickness, she decided to stay and help him reset their horse shoes

He couldn't complain; it was more time he get to spend with her.

“Hold the leg steady, if ye please.” She did, her long steady fingers kept a tight grip on the horse. Barely grown, the mare--Ailis--was not as accustomed to the reshoeing as the others, so it was helpful to have another set of hands around. “Perfect. Thank ye, Sassenach.”

“Wonderful.” Claire stroked Ailis’ body softly, a reward for a job well done. “Who's next?”

“Donas. But, ye dinna need to help me with him. He's a hell spawn, and ye shouldna be near him.” He was only halfway joking.

“Oh, come, Jamie.”

“Nay, it's true. He only trusts me, and that trust is as thin as a blade of grass.”

“Well, seeing as I'm not needed, I suppose I'll go then…”

Jamie grabbed her, preventing her from moving. His lips hovered over her’s. “I didna say that, now did I?”

“People at the castle may need me,” she whispered. He could feel her breath on his face.”

“Damn them. I need ye.” Jamie closed the space then, thoroughly kissing her until they were both red and out of breath.

“Fine. But I must be off soon. I have duties as well.” He grinned at her, a grin of victory. They strolled to Donas, who was heaving and whinnying, making otherworldly sounds. Hell spawn, indeed.

“Lovely creature,” Claire mumbled.

“Aye, But, he's good at what he does. Which is ride fast.”

“Fast as the devil, you might say.” Jamie threw a grin over his shoulder, hair flying and catching the sunlight. The same color as Donas’ coat. Made for each other, Claire thought.

He bent down to work, trying to be as fast as possible. He didn't like being hoof-level with this demon.

“Claire, could ye--”

Jamie couldn't say what happened exactly, or why. He felt the pain--a hoof-- in his forehead. He felt the warm wetness of blood. And then he felt nothing.

He could still see though. Claire above him, looking very much like a guardian angel at that moment. A blue light surrounded her, soft like a candle glow. He let that light lead him into darkness.

***

Jamie woke suddenly, searching. His eyes scanned his surroundings: the stables. Surely, he didn't fall asleep here…

A small noise came from the corner behind him, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

“You're alright.” Claire. She was here, still with him. How long had he been asleep?

He turned toward her slowly (grogginess filled his head and made him lethargic), and gasped.

Surely, he was still dreaming. She glowed. Literally glowed, as if her skin was lit from within. Blue, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

“Claire?” She was curled into herself, making herself small. He crawled towards her, curious and afraid.

“Don't.”

“Claire…”

“Jamie, no.” She held out her hands to stop him. The light from her fingers was the brightest, casting shadows on his face.

“What's… I… what's going on?”

“Donas kicked you.” She jerked her head toward the beast in question. “Right on your head. You were bleeding. And… an injury to the head is… can be fatal. I didn't mean to use it. I've hidden it away for years. But I was… there was nothing else I could do, not here.”

Perhaps it was the injury, or perhaps she was rambling, but Jamie was thoroughly confused.

“What?”

“I… healed you, Jamie. With my hands.” She wiggled her fingers in demonstration; the glow had significantly dimmed through their conversation. “I should have told you about it. But, I never thought to use it again. Never wanted to.”

Jamie thought. And thought. He wasn't sure how long he thought (time seemed to stop altogether), but he could only think of one word. “So, ye’re a w… a--”

“A witch?”

“Aye. That one.”

“Some people may say that. But I can only heal, nothing else. No spells, no charms, no hexes.”

“And when others began to call ye a witch…”

“I suppose they were more right than they knew.”

Janie nodded. “Does… does anyone else know?”

“No! No, and they can't know. In a small village such as this? They'd burn me for sure.”

Janie began to crawl toward her again, until they were face to face. He took her hands--which were now back to their original state-- and kissed them. “Yer secret is safe with me, Sassenach.”

Claire grinned, but her eyebrows creased. “You're taking this awfully well.”

“I suppose… I just… I care for ye, no matter the circumstance. This was an unforeseen circumstance, but it does no change my feelings about ye. It's still ye. I accepted everything about ye a long time ago. The things ye told me, the things ye didna.  And if I dinna love all of ye, I dinna love ye at all. Does that make sense?”

Her grinned broadened into a full smile. “Yes. But, Jamie…?”

“Aye?”

“Did you just tell me that you love me?”

He did use the word ‘love’ didn't he? “I suppose I did.”

“Well, I love you too.”

***

Jamie floated, his spirit lifted by love. They had decided to make their courtship known. Or, at least they didn't try to hide it anymore. Which was good, because Jamie wasn't sure how much longer he could have kept up that act.

They didn't speak again of Claire's… abilities. He didn't ask, and she didn't offer.

It was fine, though. Such things kept shelter in the back of their minds, unimportant to everyday life. Out of sight, out of mind, as they say.

In so few words, they were happy. Content.

So, it was strange to see the pathetic drop of Jamie’s face as he entered the hall for dinner.

“Jamie? What's wrong?” Concern laced Claire's voice, for surely there was something great amiss.

“Hmm?” He asked distractedly as he sat. “Oh, nothing for ye to concern herself over.”

She gave him a look. A ‘quit your nonsense’ look.”

He sighed. “It's Losgann, aye?”

“The pregnant mare?”

“Aye. She… went too hard today. It's my fault really. I thought walking her would help her begin labor sooner.”

“What happened?”

“Something with her leg. I dinna ken exactly what. A break, or a tear.”

Understanding dawned on Claire. “You'll have to shoot her.” It wasn't a question.

Jamie sighed. “Aye. Alec wants her to foal first. Duille is still producing milk, so he'll give the foal to her.”

“I'm sorry, Jamie. I know how much you cared about Losgann.”

“Aye, she's a good lass. Sweet and steady. It's a shame.”

“Yes, a shame.”

***

Claire snuck out of the castle under the coming dusk. She wasn't proud, but if she could help… then she couldn't just stand by doing nothing.

The stables were dark, of course. With everyone eating or in bed, there was no need for the sconces to be lit. It didn't matter, though. She didn't need light for what she was about to do.

She counted the stalls, Losgann being in the sixth one on the left. She could hear her from far off though, small whuffs of pain blowing noisily from her nose. Poor thing.

Claire entered the stall quietly, speaking softly in Gaelic.

“Hello. It's me, Claire. Remember? I'm here to help. Hush, dear one. I'll not hurt you.”

She watched the mare closely as she bent to the injured leg. She had never healed an animal before, but surely it wouldn't be so different. Wrapping her fingers gently around the limb, Claire opened her mind to the workings of the body.

She saw it then, a small break in the bone. A hairline fracture. The healing would be quick, then.

Pressing her fingers tighter around the leg, Claire focused on the fracture: what it looked like, what it felt like, the pain. Then she focused on what it should look like, what it should feel like.

She saw the blue glow from behind her eyelids. It was working, then. Claire was ecstatic, but could not spare more than a second’s thought on it. Distracted, the healing might not work.

Pushing, pushing health and wellness into the horse, Claire felt herself grow tired. But, she could not stop. Would not stop.

It might have been seconds, it might have been days, but finally the bone knitted the fracture back together. Exhausted, Claire slumped against the stall wall.

“I knew it.” She hadn't heard anyone come into the stables. Of course she wouldn't, not with what she was doing.

She glanced up to see yellow hair shining in the moon glow.

It was the pretty girl, the one Claire caught Jamie with all that time ago. Laoghaire.

The laugh that barked out of her was anything but pretty. “I always thought ye were odd. I was right. Ye’re a witch.”

She had seen everything.