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ohbenbarnes · 3 years ago
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saralou23 · 6 years ago
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Babe, let’s go
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bethanydelleman · 2 years ago
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Jane Austen Charted #15
How Wealthy are the Jane Austen Heroines?
(This turned into a long post)
Women in Jane Austen’s novels have two kinds of wealth, fortunes which seem to be guaranteed to already accompany them into marriage, like Emma’s 30k or Elinor & Marianne Dashwoods’ 1k which they have already received from their uncle, and then eventual inheritance, like Elizabeth’s 1k that she will receive after the death of both of her parents. Here are the sums:
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And the explanation of each amount:
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Anne Elliot’s amount is disputed because of how the text is worded, she is either getting 10,000 or 1/3 of that amount. Here is the quote: who could give his daughter at present but a small part of the share of ten thousand pounds which must be hers hereafter. (Ch 24) It will be paid upon her father’s death.
As to the amount, I usually think it’s 1/3 of 10k. Knowing Sir Walter’s character, and that his wife was not a trade heiress but the daughter of a country gentleman, I think Lady Elliot’s dowry being ten thousand, and Sir Walter never adding to it seems pretty likely. He probably assumed that his children would marry well based on beauty and rank alone.
As for Emma, we don’t know what is going to happen to Hartfield. The fact that John Knightley has a job and isn’t just living off Isabella’s fortune until they inherit makes me think it might be going to Emma (as opposed to how Mary and Charles Musgrove are living), but that is speculation and may also be based in a difference in personality. It is equally possible that the plan was for Spinster Emma to live there with John and Isabella. Also, Emma is counting on her sister’s eldest son to inherit Donwell, not Hartfield, which is another clue that it’s going to Emma, not Isabella.
It seems to me that the best marriage prospects would be those who have a fortune now, not when their parents die. Certainly with men, those who are the most eligible have already come into their fortunes. 
Also, the Dashwoods and Anne Elliot are in a far safer financial position if their remaining parent dies, as they have a decent, though not large income on their own. The three Dashwood sisters could continue to live at Barton cottage and maintain themselves if they worked together.
So how do the heroines compare to other ladies:
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The richest two women are Anne de Bourgh, who will inherit Rosings, and Sophia Grey, the future Mrs. Willoughby. Given that Mrs. Jennings, who is from trade, knows Sophia’s relations, we can assume that Sophia is a trade heiress. Depending on what Emma Woodhouse receives when her father dies, she may be as wealthy as both of them.
From the novels, the breakdown of fortune attractiveness:
Nothing - Nothing is bad. However, I have a strong suspicion that this can mean actually nothing or something like Jane Fairfax with a few hundred pounds. Lucy Steele and Isabella Thorpe probably have actually nothing, but I doubt Mary Crawford when she says her friend who married a peer actually had zero pounds to her name. Miss Ross probably had nothing in comparison to Mary.
£1000 - Pretty much as bad as nothing. This isn’t enough for someone to maintain themselves in gentility. The Bennet sisters could pool their money and maybe be okay with their combined £250.
£3000 - Interesting that so many heroines have this amount. It seems like it’s a decent, but not great dowry. Respectable.
£10,000 - This number comes up A LOT in Jane Austen’s novels. We are told in Mansfield Park: Miss Maria Ward, of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park... her uncle, the lawyer, himself, allowed her to be at least three thousand pounds short of any equitable claim to it. From this statement and context from the other novels, 10k seems like the basic “good” fortune. Minimum entry to expect an eldest son match.
£20,000 - This is a big fortune, go after a Mr. Darcy or a Tom Bertram the future baronet kind of money. I don’t get the impression that either Caroline Bingley or Mary Crawford are supposed to be seen as delusional for thinking they can marry where they aim for. It’s more about the guy not liking them than unrealistic expectations. 
£30,000 + Filthy rich
Also, I really wish we knew more fortune numbers! What did Lady Middleton and Mrs. Palmer have? What was an acceptable dowry for a Miss Bertram? (my guess is at least 10k) What did Charlotte Lucas have? (I suspect not much better than Elizabeth, if not worse) 
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roasted-catfish · 2 years ago
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PLEASE, BEHAVE!
Tom x Hermione
Update (Ch.8)
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Something shocking happened at Hogwarts. A 3-year-old boy suddenly walked into the Great Hall in the middle of dinner. How did the child get past Hogwarts’ strong ward defences?
But that was nothing compared to the horrendous thing he did. As soon as he saw one of the black-haired professor, he ran up to him shouting, “Dad!”. Professor Tom Riddle, the famously single Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, was left speechless when the boy that look almost identical to him, hugged him. Everyone’s judgmental stares really bothered him, he hadn’t even slept with any woman since becoming a professor! More than 7 years ago! How could he have a child this small?
Is that the worst thing? Of course not. As soon as Hermione Granger, the seventh year Head Girl, was assigned to take the boy to another place, the child’s eyes lit up and he hugged her instead while shouting, “Mum!”.
WHAT. THE. HELL.
Okay, this is really awkward.
[READ CHAPTER 1]
[READ CHAPTER 8]
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basilisklist · 4 years ago
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harry/tom(voldemort) (f/m)
“crawlersout” by slexenskee
(161k words)
time travel
femHarry
harry/tom
“Harry is the girl who wanders in and out of time. Tom knows nothing about her, and despite the fact she has whisked him away from the orphanage to live with her, he’s starting to think he never really will either. Regardless, he is determined to never let her go, not even in the face of time, space, or dark lords.”
crawlersout Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic
“saltkin” by slexenskee
(35k words)
femHarry
necromancerHarry
harry/voldemort
“Little Harriet Potter is a quiet and clever young girl with nothing she cares to live for, but no real reason to die. So when the voice in her head asks her to assist him in regaining his body, it seems like reason enough to remain among the living, at least for a little while longer.”
saltkin Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic
“Safe by being his Daughter” by FelesMagica
(101k words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“After having been kidnapped by Death Eaters, Harry Potter is offered a unique opportunity: to die or to become someone else. But could a new life that would be dictated by his archenemy even be something worth considering? And could death truly be so much worse? Harry has to find out what he wants to do with his life and time is not on his side.”
Safe by being his Daughter Chapter 1: Demonstrating Perfectionism, a harry potter fanfic
“Persephone Riddle” by electra2pandora
(31k words)
femHarry
raised dark
harry/tom
“One Halloween night, Rose Potter is abducted by Voldemort and raised as Persephone Lestrange. With a prophecy that recognises her as the future Dark Lady, Persephone is slowly seduced by the Dark Lord as he moves to take over the wizarding world. Meanwhile, the Order moves to stop him any way possible as they and the Potter's continue the search for Rose, their saviour.”
Persephone Riddle Chapter 1: 1 The Abduction of Persephone, a harry potter fanfic
“grandloves” by slexenskee
(79k words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“the power the dark lord knows not.”
grandloves Chapter 1: i - i, a harry potter fanfic
“The Treaty” by laura.a.silva
(30k words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“The ministry of magic is striking a deal with Voldemort, a treaty to end the war, and among the spoils the Dark Lord claimed the Girl-Who-Lived herself. Lucy Potter was forced to accept a marriage to her greatest enemy, so that the rest of the world could have peace, at the cost of her own. But who knows... Wonderful things may come from the darkest of places.”
The Treaty Chapter 1: The Treaty, a harry potter fanfic
“Appetence” by elysian_drops
(336,304 words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“Appetence-- defined as an attraction, a natural affinity, or an instinctive desire. A cosmic sort of bond that clouds the mind until all thought is consumed by that singular point of infatuation.”
“When Voldemort divines what Harri Potter truly means to him all those years ago in the graveyard, a festering sort of obsession begins. His horcrux. A part of his split soul, crafted from his marrow, magic, and might-- his very own damning appetence.”
“He knows what has been kept from him, what rightfully belongs at his side, and he wants her back.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24970723/chapters/60450031
“Corruption” by itsjustsilver
(108,261 words)
femHarry
harry/tom
“Hera Potter is the girl who lived, preparing to die at the hands of Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest.”
“Dark love story. Voldemort wins. No redemption.”
Corruption - Chapter 1 - itsjustsilver - Harry Potter - JK Rowling
“The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding on the British Isles” by samvelg
(169,975 words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“After losing Sirius at the Department of Mysteries Harry is left abandoned, lost and alone with her uncaring relatives for the summer. She somehow finds herself sharing dreams with Lord Voldemort who quickly discovers that she is his horcrux, changing the terms of the game between them forever.”
“Because not only is she a part of himself that he is now determined to reclaim, but thanks to the terms outlined in a centuries old will she is also the key to him claiming his birthright and conquering Magical Britain once and for all. And nothing is as seductive to the abandoned as someone who truly wants them.”
The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles - Chapter 1 - samvelg - Harry Potter - JK Rowling
“ink and parchment, blood and bones” by Rose_by_another_name
(381,747 words) in progress
femHarry
harry/tom
“Eliza Potter was abandoned in an orphanage by the Dursely's and so 11 years later she refuses to be the Light Golden girl everyone wants. Eliza Potter is more a force of nature than a girl and she refuses to let anything stand in her way to greatness, and that includes meddling old headmasters.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23828404/chapters/57257404
“The Secret Rune” by XxXxDarkVampirexXxX
(120,490 words)
femHarry
harry/tom
“Not many knew that the Potters had twins. After the Halloween attack of '81, Rose was declared the Girl-Who-Lived, and Violet was all but forgotten. The twins were separated, one receiving a better upbringing than the other. But Dumbledore made a very big mistake. Rose was not the GWL, Violet was. And now she's learning the truth…”
The Secret Rune - Chapter 1 - XxXxDarkVampirexXxX - Harry Potter - JK Rowling
“Unhealthy Obsession” by ekatsim
(58,992 words) complete
femHarry
harry/voldemort
“Voldemort discovers the connection between himself and Hera Potter is potentially the greatest thing he had ever accomplished. And he is nothing if not obsessed.”
Unhealthy Obsession - Chapter 11 - ekatsim - Harry Potter - JK Rowling
“The Farland Files” by PurpleMango, RyuukTheHatter
(221,227 words)
femHarry
harry/voldemort (tom)
“Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle, blinking slowly in a way that some would compare to a reptile. There was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. Staring down at them, he lost his snake-like glamour and leaned forward. “Which one of you… is my supposed death? Or Albus Dumbledore’s warnings came to fruition”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21325375/chapters/50787538
“for love is always with you” by cordeliawrites
(108,368 words)
soulmate tattoos
femHarry
harry/tom
“In the Wizarding World soulmates exist. And you carry your soulmates thoughts about you in ink on the inside of your wrist. Tom Riddle grows up alone in an orphanage with empty wrists. Tom Riddle dies thinking, too late. Harri Potter grows up alone in Little Whinging with wrists that never change. Harri Potter lives and everything falls in place. Harri Potter lives, therefore Tom Riddle lives also. ‘My dear, this ink started with you, and it will end in you.’”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22351141
“The Wall of Time” by Riona H.Goch
(131,739 words)
femHarry
harry/tom
“It was the last day of 1926 when Tom Riddle was born. Four months later, he would meet his match and change the course of history forever. Time, they say, it's a precious thing - when a prodigy is able to see forward time, and a genius is able to use its power...time becomes a dangerous weapon.”
Fanfic: The Wall of Time Ch 1, Harry Potter
“Mors Atra” by Watermelonsmellinfellon
(49,363 words)
Death is his uncle
necromancerHarry
femHarry
harry/tom
“Two parents need to protect their baby and use Dark Magic. But the ritual has a negative effect and their daughter's deadly touch cannot be broken without her soulmate. When they are killed, they watch over her as she grows. But she can see them and others as well. And when Death comes along, he becomes her uncle. How will Hogwarts handle the young necromancer? Will the dead help?”
Mors Atra - Chapter 1 - Watermelonsmellinfellon - Harry Potter - JK Rowling
“Riddles and Inquiries” by Wood.White
(45k words)
femHarry
harry/tom
“Tom Riddle wasn't the only "different" one at Wool's Orphanage. He wasn't the only one who could do the things he could. He wasn't the only one who could speak with snakes. He wasn't the only one who got sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he turned eleven. He wasn't the only one. The other one was none other than Harry Potter.”
Fanfic: Riddles and Inquiries Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction
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maybebanks · 5 years ago
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You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 07
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This chapter is real angsty and dramatic!!
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You had to tell him. Things were weird between you and JJ, and you honestly missed being his best friend.
After taking a few hours to surf, you headed to John B’s place, assuming JJ would be there.
You didn’t knock, you were a pogue now, no need to awkwardly be let in.
JJ was lying face down on John B’s pull out. He was shirtless and when he heard you he groaned.
It was 2 in the afternoon.
“JJ,” you nudged him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to where he was lying.
“Have you been outside yet?” You asked, his hair was ruffled and messy and it seemed like he hadn’t left this ‘bed’.
“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk,” he mumbles.
You rolled your eyes.
“You smell good,” JJ compliments, finally sitting up. It was weird being with him, shirtless in bed.
“Huh?” You ask, he shrugged.
“You smell like the ocean. Catch some waves lately?” JJ questions.
You run some fingers through your still damp hair, “yeah well...Midsummers is coming up. Just trying to savor my final moments of freedom,”
“Midsummers is bullshit,” JJ adds. Hoping you’d laugh.
“Yeah, my dad wants me to go with him along with all the other working parties. I even have a dress-“
JJ scoffs at you, “you? In a dress?” You weren’t a Tom boy, he’d just never seen you in anything other than a t-shirt and shorts.
“You better believe it. Kie helped me pick it out,” you shrug.
He almost laughed again, but you stopped him, “I could make fun of you just as easily for wearing a suit,”
“It’s more of a butlers uniform, but suit yourself,”
“Oh my god, you corny piece of shit,” you joked, then jokingly shoved his face, he shoved you back and you began a gentle bickering fight.
He started to tickle you.
He enjoyed the sound of your laugh.
“Okay...um..stop!” You demanded, JJ looked back at you with an evil glint, he knew he won.
“Stop!” You shouted, dragging out the o’s.
JJs fingers stopped moving, he was staring still, at where his hands had just been.
“What the hell is that?” He was referring to the purple, gray and red array painted on your waist. It reached from your rib to the edge of your hip. Your shirt had ridden up in the fun of it.
“Nothing,” you deadpanned, pulling JJ’s hands farther away from you. You were practically on top of him, your chest was touching his, one of your legs above his.
You pushed back to get away. But his arms held you back.
“Let me go, JJ,”
“I saw the first one and I let it go. You promised it was nothing and it happened again!”
You shoved him back again, harder.
“Let me go!” You screamed.
His grip didn’t faulter. You were now straddling him, not on purpose, it just ended up that way.
“JJ! If you don’t get your hands off me right now I will fight you!!” JJ had never seen you more defensive.
He pushed you up a little and then jumped over to the left. His hands quickly met your waist again and he pushed you under him.
He was on top of you now, here he could hold you in place. He knew what it was like to push people away when he really needed them.
“John B!” You called, hoping he might be inside and reason with Jj.
“He’s not home,” JJ said.
“Get off me! You’re insane,”
“Y/n, tell me who did this. Tell me what happened,” JJ reasoned.
You looked up at him, blinking rapidly to fight tears.
“Get. Off.”
He sighed, you pushed at him again, he took your punches. You wanted him to get mad, to leave you alone. But he didn’t.
“Why do you care?!” your voice was scratchy. You were holding back the urge to sob. A few tears had escaped. You prayed JJ didn’t notice.
“You can talk to me, Y/n. You’re my friend, that’s why I care about you,”
“I don’t want to talk,” your lip betrayed you as it began quivering. Looking up at JJ made you feel vulnerable. Not that you could really see him well anyway, your watery eyes made everything blurry.
JJ gave you a sympathetic look, then slowly moved his arms, and got off of you. You were free now, to do what you would have done moments ago, run.
You couldn’t talk, you just studied JJ, hoping his facial expressions would explain why he was treating you differently than anyone else you’ve ever known.
Your mind was fighting a war. You couldn’t have him know about your dad. Figuring now was a good time to tell him about Ward, you close your eyes
“I ran into Ward at the Kook party,” you say, you didn’t know where you were going with this. Should you lie and blame the bruises on Ward? Or maybe Rafe? But what good would that do? It would just make JJ angry. Was he already angry?
You watched JJ, his fists clenched in this lap. He wasn’t looking at you. He muttered something like, “son of a bitch,” but that was all he said.
“It was just once,” you add, hoping that will make it better.
JJ still didn’t respond. Causing your mind to wander, and tears start to run down your cheeks like a racetrack.
“Are you...are you mad at me JJ?” You asked. You reached your shaking hand over to JJ’s and placed it on top of his fist.
JJ stares at your hand, he wasn’t used to you being so emotional. And truly, he didn’t know how to handle this, Ward was a much more powerful man than anyone.
“Not you Y/n,” he paused, finally his eyes locked with yours, he saw the many tears, he saw that you cared what he thinks, “not you,”
You engulfed JJ into a hug, your arms wrapped around his torso as sobs left you. You didn’t want to cry, but at this point you couldn’t hold it in.
“I love you so much, JJ,” you admit, hugging him tight. He was careful not to hurt you in the embrace, but he was there for you.
After what felt like an hour, you had calmed down, JJ had been there for you tonight. And you felt guilty, for lying. But you knew it would be worse if you told him your own father hurt you.
JJ convinced you to sleep at John B’s with him tonight.
You sat next to JJ by the fire, Sarah was there, but at this point, you had moved on. You only hoped Sarah didn’t hear the full conversation you had with Ward. The most dangerous fact being that Ward knew about your father.
Sarah had the others distaracted by her midsummer dilemma. But you were zoned out. Thinking about JJ, how you told him you loved him.
“You okay?” John B asks you, tapping your forehead.
Sarah eyes you suspiciously, she was confused and a little bit jealous in how close you and John B are. You saw it as she was waiting for the right moment to expose you.
“I-“ in that moment you were a target, you gulped visibly. Luckily, you felt a hand weave through your hand and intertwine with your fingers. JJ’s rings felt cold, but his gesture was warm.
“I’m just stressed,” you answer.
“Have JJ roll you a blunt,” Pope offers.
“Nah Pope she doesn’t smoke,” JJ says.
You feel stupid.
“Really Y/n? Why not?” Sarah asks, maybe she was trying to make small talk.
But you were offended, “don’t try and tell me you smoke, princess,” you spit, you were threatened by her, so you put your defenses up.
JJ squeezed your hand.
Sarah scoffs, “I’m surprised, I’ve seen your dad smoke loads of times, hell he even offered me. All the pogues do it,”
You looked at Kie for help, she was just starting at you, but not your face, your hand, intertwined with JJ’s.
So Sarah knew, why else would she bring up your father. And she must have seen him meeting with Ward, they were business acquaintances.
You reluctantly pulled away from JJ and left the camp fire scene. You slapped a skeeter that arrived on your wrist.
“Is there something your not telling me?” Kie’s voice asks from behind you. You turn around to face her, her facial expression laced with concern.
“I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” you said, it wasn’t in an angry way, though you were angry, that your friends hadn’t stood up for you.
“You and jj,” Kie responds.
“Oh,” you mumble. Kie was your best girl friend. You wanted to talk to her.
You swallowed your pride and pulled Kie into a hug, she laughed and accepted, “what’s going on babe?”
“Promise not to repeat this,” you pause.
She nods.
“But I told JJ I love him today. And when I thought it in my head it seemed like a friend would, but now I-I don’t know...”
“Holy shit! I can’t believe I thought you were into John B,” she scolded herself.
“I’m not. I just totally hate Sarah,” that wasn’t entirely true, she just felt like a sword hanging over your head.
“Oh c’mon, you know, while you were with JJ, I kinda made up with her on the boat,” Kie defends.
“Are you serious?” you question, clearly offended by your tone.
“She just shat on us pogues and you all looked the other way! That smoking BS! And bring up my fucking dad? Like what the fuck?”
“Yeah but-“
“But WHAT? John B’s known her for what, two days? And she’s just in on this now? Oh but it’s fine I guess, she’s a kook but she can still talk down on us pogues?” You vent sarcastically.
“At least she’s not a liar,”
“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?”
“We know what you’re keeping from us. You’ve been sneaking around with kooks and you say Sarah is two-faced?”
“That...that is so unfair,” you try, “I don’t know what you think you know-“
Sarah interrupted, “I heard you with my dad, Y/n. He’s giving you payments? For what?”
“I’m entitled to secrets,” you mutter, you were lost. Maybe your father was right, friends don’t have your back. No one does.
“Show them Y/n!” JJ approaches, you expected him to keep the earlier events private.
“No! JJ shut up-“
“Ward is not who you think he is, Sarah. I believe Y/n, he hurt her, physically,”
“My dad would never! Plus I saw everything that happened. Y/n is just being a shit talking bitch,” Sarah exclaimed, she felt accused.
JJ gave you an apologetic look, and then pulled your shirt up, to reveal the bruise for everyone to see. You quickly shoved him back, “what the hell is wrong with you!?”
Sarah stepped between you and JJ, she had tears in her eyes, “are you going to tell them? Because if you don’t I will,”
You knew exactly what she was referring to. Your heart snapped into pieces, your friends couldn’t know.
“What is she-“
“Sarah. Sarah, I’m sorry. Please. I’ll lose everything. I can’t lose them,” you sobbed. JJ put his hand on your shoulder.
“But you can’t blame it on someone else. Telling a lie doesn’t change the truth,” Sarah comforted.
You turned to face JJ, “I don’t deserve you JJ,”
“Y/n you won’t lose me-“
“It...it wasn’t Ward who did this to me,” you admit, “I’m just like you.”
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phantomato · 4 years ago
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“No.”
Thoros crossed his arms and stared down the very unwelcome sight in front of him. Only a week had passed since their last meeting. “No, Tom, this is my business, you can’t just make an appointment through someone else and accost me here. Get out.”
Tom ignored all of this and sat elegantly in the visitor’s chair across from Thor’s desk. The bloody nuisance might not be pretty, anymore, but he still knew how to move. Thoros began considering his options.
Should he call for his secretary?
“I am here on business, Thor. I’m offended you would assume I’d impose on your professional life for anything less.”
No, she wouldn’t help him oust Tom Riddle; she was too easily charmed. And he wasn’t ready to call the aurors for something like this. Should he set an ultimatum, get out or I’ll make you leave?
“I have an inquiry that requires a Master of Runes, and I happened to know the most talented ritualist and runes expert in the western hemisphere.”
No, Tom had been able to lay Thor out on his arse since they were children. He’d lose any contest if it actually came to a duel. He could activate the wards… those would work—
“Wait,” Thoros blurted out, “when did you upgrade me to best of the west?”
Busy seeing red, Ch. 3: [ao3]
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13, 14 and 15 for the New Years ask thing?
13.) Most memorable Comment or Review?
On my fic, You Get What You Give: Ch. 37
HopeSilverheart:
Hii! Ah, so I've been refraining from commenting on this fic because I have a tendency to write long long comments and you get so many already I didn't want to bother you >.< But! I've been following this fic for ages now, the girls weren't even in Hogwarts when I joined along, and this is by far my favourite Tom/Harry fic, and maybe even my favourite HP fanfic overall. You have a way with words that amazes me, and all of your other fics are just as great, but this one has captovated me from the very beginning. I'm going to rant I'm sorry but I love this fic so much and I need to tell you how much I appreciate what you write!
I think what I like the most about the fic is the universe you've created... Without changing the universe at all. Everything is the same but nothing is the same, and I've never read a fic that changes things as well and realistically as this one does. Of course, nothing is truly realistic about magic, but your characters make everything seem possible. You didn't make Bella or Prue into some invincible witches, and you gave all of them flaws that are either already present in the original books or that fit perfectly with their character. The fact that both girls have this extraordinary power could make it seem as though they can do anything, but you tone it all down with the restrictions they face (their inability to focus on things they dislike).
And you've characterized Hermione in a way that I love, because instead of focusing on a 2-dimensional version of her that I'm so used to seeing, you made her into a - yes - incredibly smart girl but that doesn't just focus on her books. Hermione cherishes her friends and she looks to the outside, she plans and imagines and wishes for a better world, and that makes all of the difference. She cares about her classes, but she has ambitions behind that. In the original books, and in many fanfics, she simply comes off as a bookworm or even arrogant, but you didn't do that at all and I adore you for it! In this fic, we know what she wants to do, and she never acts like a pushover who simply tries to get her friends to work more: she's an invaluable part of their friend group, not only for her brain, but for who she is as a whole, and I don't know if I'm making any sense, but just know that I think you portrayed her perfectly. I especially love her letters with Amara, but I'll touch upon that a bit later.
Prue's characterization is the one I admire the most in your fic. At the beginning of the fic, she's easy to dislike; she cares about Quidditch only, we don't know much about her, and she got the "easy" life when Bella suffered alone. But then you add an entire other story to the fic and it changes everything! Lily and James' relationship and the way it influences Prue is - well horrible - but also fantastic. Because it means we get to see that everything Prue seemed to be was more like a shell of what she truly was. When her parents disappeared and she had to deal with everything, she started to become more and more likeable and now i love her! Especially her interaction with Salazar and the founders in this chapter! She spoke her mind and pointed out some very real things and that's one of the things I love the most about this fic! Although to be fair I love almost everything about it >.< And I was losing it when Helga was trying to hold back and Prue just quickly hurried out!
Then the stories you gave Neville and Theo!! Aah, it's always hard to deal with kids in bad situations, because it makes me feel so sad ): Honestly, Neville's whole home life breaks my heart. He's a kid who doesn't care for fighting but is being forced into it, and can't do anything about it :/ I loved the way you added Moody to his story, the way he actually helped Neville and trained him but wasn't harsh? He looked out for Neville in a way, and when you haev your whole family against you, one person can make a huge difference. AND a loyal group of friends makes a huge difference too! On Theo's side of things, it was very dark in the beginning, I mean his grandfather was awful, but I'm so glad he gets to live with Blaise and his mom now!
Which brings me to the group of friends! Wow, I mean, could you have created a better group? -
- Because I don't think so. You put together characters that we've seen in thousands of other fics, but in a combination that I don't think I've ever come across before. As you pointed out in this chapter, she gathered people who, like her, struggle with social interactions and don't find it easy to make friends, and that's why they fit so well together! They all had tough childhoods and their families weren't the best for the most part, and they met and yeah, they weren't suddenly best friends, but now they know they can count on each other and it's precious. I also like how you portrayed Bella in relation to the group in this chapter. We all know that Bella is their "leader" but I hadn't felt it until this chapter when they're without her and feel almost bare.
AH there's so much to talk about, I'm sorry this is so long! But Tom and Bella's relationship! Right, so it's pretty delicate to handle in most fics, because Tom is a lot older than Harry and you know... That causes issues. But you handled that problem in the best way. Because he was stuck in the diary for decades, Tom is fundamentally only 16 (or is it 17 now? I didn't follow along on his exact age). He wasn't really able to develop and mature when he was stuck in the diary, because how could he? So you tackled their age issue relatively well (there's always going to be some question of whether or not them being together romantically is appropriate and bla bla bla). And since Bella is aging faster, that makes things easier too! But their age aside, I love love love their dynamic in this fic!
Bella has always had this sassy, doesn't care about what people think, attitude, and it clashes to well with Tom's more traditional attitude, their earlier interactions were particularly fun to read, but now that they're friends and tease each other, it makes me so fond of them! They tell each other more than they tell anyone else, and it's so sweet to read! Their conversations are always full of sarcasm and learning and jokes, but when you think about what Tom is like, how Bella is his only friend, and how Bella cares about him so much no matter how much she makes fun of him: it's precious, okay! ): And I love you for making them into the best friendship. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to be so so happy when they start to see each other in a romantic light and all that (I mean, as if Tom would ever let anyone else have Bella) but I'm so glad you made their friendship so strong first!
Oh my god I could go on forever, there is so much to say about this fic, I'll never be done if I say it all! But the main thing that makes this fic different: how much of the muggle world you've incorporated into the magical one. It's not that Bella wants to stay in one only, it's that she cares about both of them. She has her friends in one world, with her magic and her roots, but then she has her job and future in the muggle world, and you give us the perfect blend of both worlds all the time! Bella makes people realise that the muggle world isn't too bad, not by saying "muggles are human too, we should care about them" but by saying "muggles can offer a lot, I am successful BECAUSE of the muggle world" and it works so well!
Her connection to Amara that led to the latter's friendship with Hermione (those two are such good friends it's amazing), and how we get news about the political situation through their letters, it's flawless! Nothing feels useless in what you write. There's letters and articles and writing and it's so well done! Plus, the addition of ice skating is genius! I don't know much about skating, but I sure know ten times as much now that I've read this fic! It's like a break from all the magic, but I never feel like it's boring or that I want it to stop: I love those moments when Bella does what she loves the most. Now that we've got competitions in the mix, it's even more fascinating!
OKAY, I could say so so much about this fic, I have too many things to say, but it's late and I'm sure you don't want to write an essay about this, but know that I am so thankful that you decided to write this fic. Thank you for the best Christmas gift ever this Tuesday, and for the extra chapter on NYE, thank you for writing! <333
14.) Fav fic you read this year?
The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles by samvelg. Harrymort, WOC-Harry, Drama, WIP.
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@samvelg-likes-things
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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago
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1836 Oct[obe]r Sat[urday] 1
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No kiss rainy morn[in]g and F40 1/2° at 8 1/2 – wr[ote] and s[e]nt note by John at 9 to ‘Mr. Mackean Yorksh[ire] Dist[ric]t Bank
H[alifa]x’ enclos[in]g the £50 b[ank] of E[ngland] I g[o]t in exch[ange] of A- [Ann] last night, and enclos[in]g als[o] a check for
£95 in their notes and £5 in silv[e]r - and ga[ve] John 3 lit[tle] bills to pay - A- [Ann] h[a]d Mr. Washingt[o]n
(in the h[ou]sekeeper’s r[oo]m) br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/4 - A- [Ann] d[i]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch – ca[me] upst[ai]rs at 10 1/4 – wr[ote] the ab[ov]e of today  -
a lit[tle] whi[le] w[i]th my a[un]t in the hall-cellar - out ab[ou]t 11 – w[e]nt to the Conery – 1/2 h[ou]r there settl[in]g ab[ou]t their mov[in]g to the
Lodge on Mon[day] - then at Walker pit – saunt[ere]d al[on]g the f[iel]ds hang[in]g hay etc. int[o] Pump Lane –
at the wheel-r[a]ce (nobody there) at Mytholm, ret[urne]d al[on]g Low[e]r brea wood, up by Low[e]r brea int[o]
the new r[oa]d to Wellroyde Lane, then b[a]ck d[o]wn the daisy bank f[oo]t[p]ath and along the walk and ho[me] at 3 1/4 –
h[a]d Mallins[o]n the joiner – speak[in]g to h[i]m ab[ou]t centres for the dry-arch Ingh[a]m is to ma[ke], he
s[ai]d by next Thurs[day] he sh[oul]d ha[ve] 10 y[ar]ds length (s[u]ch as I want[e]d (4ft. wide semicirc[ular]) - to spa[re] fr[om] a
dead arch at the Inf[irmar]y – ask[e]d wh[a]t he meant by dead arch – ans[we]r an arch block[e]d up and useless!
I express[e]d my astonishm[en]t at so m[u]ch val[ua]ble space being lost - M- [Mallinson] th[ou]ght it a gr[ea]t pity – n[o]t his
bus[ine]ss to sp[ea]k - I ask[e]d wh[o]se fault it w[a]s - M- [Mallinson] th[in]ks the comm[one]rs do n[o]t perh[aps] qui[te] und[er]st[a]nd the plan –
s[ai]d if I happ[ene]d to be in H[alifa]x I w[oul]d find it out for mys[elf] and then ment[io]n it – aft[e]r Mallins[o]n
h[a]d Ward who br[ou]ght a hare and br[a]ce of part[ridge]s for w[hi]ch ga[ve] h[i]m 2/6  and his bill up to yest[erday] – p[ai]d it and the on[l]y hare he h[a]d seen –
took h[i]m int[o] the walk and shew[e]d him the lilac alread[y] gnaw[e]d by rabbits – s[ai]d I w[oul]d leave
it to h[i]m to charge for his ti[me] b[u]t sh[oul]d be gl[a]d to pay h[i]m if he w[oul]d on[l]y dest[roy] all
the rabbits that ca[me] near – f[ou]nd Rob[er]t Mann wait[in]g for me - Long talk (walk[in]g up and
d[o]wn the flags in front of the h[ou]se - my feet ver[y] wet) ab[ou]t the coll[ier]y – ment[ione]d driv[in]g a
galloway gate - or hav[in]g an inclin[e]d plane and a sm[all] high press[ure] engine to bring the
coal out just on this side the archway in the Godley r[oa]d - told h[i]m to calc[ulate] the exp[ense] and
wheth[e]r it w[ould] pay - he agreed w[i]th me the coal w[oul]d be worth mo[re] by a penny a
load - told h[i]m to calculate als[o] the exp[ense] of driv[in]g 2 heads (3ft. 6in. high and
c[oul]d n[o]t be less than 4ft. wide at the bot[tom]) up to Walker pit – calculat[e]d 3000 y[ar]ds
besides coal, w[oul]d co[me] out - to be laid ag[ain]st Mytholm br[idge] (tow[ar]ds Medley park)
ab[ou]t 10 or 12 y[ar]ds of the brook being arch[e]d over - told h[i]m to consid[e]r ab[ou]t all this
and gi[ve] me an est[a]te of the work, a pr[ice] at w[hi]ch he c[oul]d engage to do it - and to consid[e]r ab[ou]t
the val[ue] of the coal that I might keep this mind at the lett[in]g day - coal is ris[in]g – Wilson
of quarry h[ou]se h[a]d told Rob[er]t it w[oul]d be 11d. a load this wint[e]r - I s[ai]d it w[oul]d be a shil[lin]g
wh[a]t w[i]th railr[oa]ds steam engines and 1 th[in]g or oth[e]r - Whitworth told me (at Walk[e]r pit)
the coal there w[a]s worth p[e]r score 5/. gett[in]g and 2/6 pull[in]g and exp[ense] of tools etc. = 7/6 p[e]r score =
4 1/2d. p[e]r exp[ense] of gett[in]g and pull[in]g etc - W- [Wilson] agreed that 1d. p[e]r load clear profit w[a]s qui[te] en[ou]gh - yes! th[ou]ght
I and less – 1/2d. p[e]r load clear profit ver[y] well – supp[ose] 4 l[oa]ds p[e]r y[ar]d = 16160 l[oa]ds p[e]r ac[re] at 1/2d.
= £33.13.4. clear prof[i]t p[e]r ac[re] – h[a]d the H[alifa]x sawyer (Hainsw[or]th’s) and p[ai]d h[i]m for this week – dress[e]d
(my f[ee]t ver[y] wet and my clothes wet r[oun]d the bot[tom]) - A- [Ann] ver[y] poorly – ver[y] b[a]d cold com[in]g – din[ner] at 7-
Mr. Jubb ca[me] at 7 1/2 - my a[un]t m[u]ch the sa[me] b[u]t her pulse 112 tonight - Mr. Jubb saw A- [Ann] she h[a]d a
gr[ea]t deal of fev[e]r – h[a]d eat[e]n no din[ner] - to s[e]nd for med[i]cine and get h[e]r to bed aft[e]r hav[in]g h[a]d her f[ee]t in hot
where to put drift stuff. profit p[e]r ac[re] on coal to the taker etc.
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[water] 20 min[ute]s - she took 1/2 a cup of tea – b[a]ckw[ar]ds and forw[ar]ds w[i]th h[e]r and my a[un]t - saw A- [Ann] in bed at 9 55/..
then wr[ote] the last 8 lines  - ver[y] rainy night - rainy morn[in]g and rainy day till fair bet[ween] 2 and 3 then
mere[l]y a light show[e]r or 2 till aft[e]r din[ner] – F[ahrenheit] 44° and rain[in]g hard now at 10 10/.. p.m.
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aivaehdaevis · 5 years ago
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The More Things Change: Ch 10
The More Things Change
by Aivaeh
Disclaimer: Familiar characters, plot elements, and settings belong to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and the CW. The author of this work of fanfiction has made no money from it. Summary: I have no idea how it happened, but one morning I woke up in the world of The Vampire Diaries. Which, aside from the insanity of waking up inside a television show made real, might not be so bad—if I weren't stuck in the body of vampire magnet and doppelgänger herself, Elena Gilbert. Pairing(s): OFC x Damon, OFC x Stefan, OFC x Elijah, OFC x Klaus Rating: M Warning(s): Graphic descriptions of violence on par with the show itself. References to sex and drug use. Mind control and all the issues of consent that go along with it. Character death. Master List External Links: AO3 | FF.Net | Wattpad
Chapter Ten
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A chill haunted me the entirety of the drive to the Boarding House. It spread throughout my limbs as if I were freezing as night’s shadows rushed by beyond the window. If it wasn’t being exorcised from Elena’s body, it might’ve been the silence emanating from the front seat. The occasional flicker of Damon’s stare in the rearview mirror. The way Stefan kept combing his hand through his hair. With the radio off the car was quiet. Only the whisper of the road beneath the tires to fill the silence.
Despite the soft lighting, the Boarding House loomed over the grounds once night had fallen. Damon pulled around where a carriage house once stood, renovated into a garage. The camaro glided inside. Once the car shut off, his eyes sought me out in the mirror. “Home sweet home.”
I pulled my jacket tighter around me, as if that might ward off the frost filling my veins.
Stefan was the first out. His eyes were shadowed beneath a brooding brow, his lips turned into a slight frown. He left the garage without a backwards glance.
Damon’s reflection tracked him. “Hm.” Crinkles appeared around his eyes. “Been too long since he snapped a neck or two.”
My brows pulled low. “That’s not funny.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.” Damon stretched his own neck out and added, “Now. About those answers—”
I pushed my way out of his car, shivering a little as the night air brushed against me. “Can we do this inside?”
Damon was out and leaning against the door as soon as it banged shut. “Not going to do anything weird, are you? Like make strange nests dripping with goo or pop out of anyone’s chest?”
I fixed him with a flat, distinctly unamused look. “I told you, I’m human.”
His eyes widened as he leaned the slightest bit forward. “Maybe you’re just saying that. Trying to fool me. And the instant I let my guard down, you’re going to spit out a face hugger.”
“If I was going to plant an egg down your throat, I think I’d have done it this afternoon,” I pointed out tartly.
His lips firmed into a line before stretching into a wry smile. “Good point.” He extended an arm. “After you.”
A cobblestone path to the main house guided me across the lawn. Damon hurried forward to open the door for me, waiting until I’d passed then following. I paused, letting him take the lead once we were both inside.
Damon took an immediate left, towards the room he’d emerged from the day before, during his little sorority get together. Taking hold of double doors, he swung them open in one grand push.
The room beyond was familiar. From the wet bar at the far side, to the fireplace that dominated the center and pulled in the eye. The walls were hidden behind bookshelves that stood as tall as the ceiling. The furniture was all antique, perfectly upkept as they shone in the light from the standing and overhead lamps, alongside the two large windows to either side of the fireplace. It smelt of woodsmoke, leather, and the faintest hint of aged paper.
I wasn’t surprised when Damon’s first stop was the bar. Glass clinked together as he lifted a decanter of what I supposed was bourbon. Pouring himself a generous portion, he took a long sip before his attention settled in my direction. “Help yourself.”
My boots sank into the plush rug that covered the entire length of the room. As soon as I was close enough to reach out and pluck a glass, Damon indicated a bottle with a wave of his drink. “Tequila’s there.”
I picked it up. The label was in Spanish, and I’d never gotten beyond the first year in high school to translate it. But it was the deepest gold I’d ever seen, almost an ochre. Lifting the tumbler to my lips, I breathed in the sharp scent and tilted back the whole thing. It was smooth as cream on my tongue and flowed down my throat like water. I didn’t stop, swallowing mouthful after mouthful, until the whole of the glass was gone.
Damon sipped at his glass as I refilled mine. “So. Now that you’ve gotten a few shots of my five-hundred-dollar tequila down to calm the nerves, want to start from the beginning?”
I didn’t even feel bad about downing such expensive liquor. Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it. “Where’s Stefan?”
Damon’s head tilted back towards the ceiling. “Brooding in his room.”
“Should I wait for—”
“He’ll hear you,” he assured me.
I pressed my lips together and stared into the liquid sunset held within the tumbler. “There’s not much to tell beyond what I’ve already said. You know what I know.”
“Oh, I doubt that.” Damon wandered to a chesterfield sofa. “This future knowledge business, for example.” He sat down, one arm stretching out across the back.
I sidled towards a bookshelf. “Okay, so there’s that.”
“Then you do know the future?”
I took in the first titles I my sights fell upon. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. The Prince and the Pauper. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. “That depends. I thought so, but things are—different.”
Using his nearly full tumbler, Damon gestured for me to continue.
“For starters? Sheila and Isobel shouldn’t be dead.” I slid Huckleberry partway from the shelf. It had been bound in an olive-green fabric, inlaid with gold. An old-fashioned illustration graced a corner of the cover, but the binding showed little wear. I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn it was a first edition. “Things have been changing since my first day. You were never supposed to corner Elena in an antique shop. Or take her home. Or basically do any of the things you’ve done.” I took another deep draught. “Elena meets Stefan first. At least as far as she knows. They end up dating. Not—” I waved a hand between us, “whatever the hell this is.”
“Hm.” His finger tapped the side of his glass. “So you know a future.”
I slid the book back onto the shelf. “Yeah.”
“How?”
“Does it matter?” I inwardly cringed at the thought of explaining all of this was a television show.
Damon gave a one-armed shrug. “I’m curious.”
He asked for it. “Where I’m from, your lives are a story.”
Damon’s brows lifted in interest. “And you’ve read it.”
I grimaced, admitting, “And watched it.” I grabbed my bicep, rolling my shoulders forward in a half-hug. “This seems to be based on the—television version.”
Damon’s head tipped all the way back onto the back of the couch, a smirk gracing his face as he said, “I am very captivating.”
I tell him he’s a fictional character, and instead of triggering some existential crisis, he makes it about how amazing he is. Figures. “Hardly anything’s followed the versions I know.”
“Do you know why I’m here?” he asked, a quiet intensity sharpening the question.
I hesitate. “Yes.”
Damon’s eyes blazed. “Does it work?”
I take another drink. “Yes,” I rasp. Triumph and jubilation light up his face. He looks younger, softer and shining. I hate that I can’t leave him on cloud nine. “But it’s one of those things where getting what you want makes you miserable.”
“I’m not saying we won’t have issues to work out,” Damon said. “A hundred and forty-five years is a long time to be single, but what relationship doesn’t take a bit of work?”
My bottom lip curled between my teeth. Did I correct him? Seemed like a good way to goad his temper. But if I didn’t, and he found out later, I was certain I’d end up injured or dead. I squeezed the glass in my hand. “She’s not in the tomb, Damon.”
For a moment Damon stilled, eyes piercing mine as he processed my words. I knew he understood when he launched himself off the couch. He prowled into my space, tall and looming and dominating. Light-headed, I found it impossible to move. “What do you mean,” he asked quietly, “she’s not in the tomb?”
My mouth was parched despite the tequila clinging to my tongue. I swallowed. “Katherine was never in the tomb. She’s been free this whole time.”
Damon shook his head, denial deepening the set of his frown and the steep furrow of his brow. “No. She would’ve heard about us. Would’ve looked for us.” The tundra of his eyes thawed and glistened as the frost melted. Beneath the ice lay such raw emotion that the merest glimpse stole my breath. “For me.”
I didn’t know what to tell him, and I couldn’t bare the nakedness of his stare. I peered into my drink, wishing I could divine something comforting to say.
Glass shattered. I jumped and lifted my eyes. Damon’s vampiric features became all I could see. He grabbed my jacket’s lapels, hiking me up and shoving me into the bookshelf hard enough to force the air from my lungs. My glass hit the floor, filling the space between us with the fumes of tequila that mixed with his bourbon laden breath.
I reached up and grabbed his wrist, terror raking ice-cold claws over me. “Damon!”
“You’re lying,” he insisted, pain sharpening every line of his face.
“I wish I was,” I insisted through chattering teeth.
Damon’s snarl stretched wider as Stefan appeared, arm around Damon’s neck as he tried to force him back. “Damon!”
Damon scowled, but let me go. He grabbed his brother’s forearm instead, yanking it away. Stefan’s arm shook as Damon’s fingers dug in mercilessly, till the pale skin turned bleached white. Damon turned and took Stefan’s throat. The next thing I knew there was another crash of glass and the two vampires were gone.
Gasping with my hand pressed to my chest, I scanned the room for either brother. One of the large windows was broken. Most of its glass had been smashed out and the wooden frame was cracked and splintered. I rushed over, mindful of the edges as I gripped the sill to lean over and look out on the yard.
Damon and Stefan stood face to face, several feet apart. Blood was smeared across their faces as they glared at one another.
“Is that why you came back? Why you killed all those people?” Stefan demanded, anger curled up in his voice, darkening his words. “For Katherine?”
Damon’s lips stretched until he was baring his teeth. “You never deserved her!”
Stefan stared as if his brother were speaking an entirely different language he couldn’t begin to comprehend. “She compelled us, Damon!”
“She never compelled me!”
In the quiet that followed, I could hear the whispering of the grass. Leaves brushed against one another. A moth fluttered by, attracted by the light spilling through the window. Stefan looked as if a final piece of a long worked and elusive puzzle had finally snapped into place. The picture it created was one to be pitied.
“I knew what she was. What she planned. She shared all of it with me.” Damon spoke as if every word was dragged through a throat full of thorns, leaving each one raw and bloody. My throat tightened in sympathy. “She wouldn’t abandon me!” His eyes labeled me as the worst sort of sinner. “It’s a lie!”
Stefan’s frown was thoughtful. When he spoke again, it was to me. “Tell Damon something only he would remember. If you know that much about us, prove it.”
I had to remind myself that I didn’t need to raise my voice. “I already have. He almost killed Jeremy for it.”
Damon’s lips curled into a scowl. “I told you, you’re—”
“If it wasn’t true,” I said softly, barely speaking above a whisper, “it wouldn’t have made you so angry.” I straightened. “But if you want something else,” I thought for a moment and drudged up an event from the show I was sure Damon hadn’t shared with Stefan. “During the War, Stefan sent you a letter that worried you enough to ask for leave to go home and see him. Your commander offered to grant it if you took on a mission rounding up deserters. You agreed.” Damon’s eyes widened. “It led you to a farmhouse where a family had hidden two confederates. When you tried to take them into custody, the family drew weapons on you. You killed them.”
Damon stared at me. Stefan stared at Damon.
Suddenly, the spot where Damon had stood was empty.
Stefan’s attention fell on me. “It’s true.”
“Do you want proof?”
Stefan rubbed his forehead. “I’m afraid to ask.”
“Chicago. The closet.”
He stilled a moment and nodded. “I’m surprised you ever agreed to be alone with me.”
“I had concerns,” I admitted. “But you aren’t like that.” Now.
Stefan glanced away. After a moment, he crossed the lawn to the window. “What happened with Katherine?” he asked as he climbed back inside.
I stepped back as he started brushing grass off his clothes. “There was a tomb beneath the church that Emily spelled using the comet that had passed over. The vampires would wait within it until the comet passed by again, charging a crystal with enough power to undue the spell. But Katherine never went in. She told a guard she’d turn him and escaped. The others are still locked inside by magic, desiccated.”
“Sounds like Katherine.” Stefan, eyes narrowed, frowned. “If you know she wasn’t in the tomb, Damon must have opened it. And you said the other vampires were locked away.” I was surprised he’d pieced that together himself, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been. Stefan was clever. “Were they released?”
“Yes.”
“We need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I don’t think it will.” I lowered my head. “Sheila helped remove the barrier.”
Stefan looked at his hands and took a breath. “That doesn’t mean Damon won’t find another witch.”
I thought of Bree. And there was still Bonnie, even though she hadn’t come into her full power yet. And once he got the crystal, he might not need a lot of power. “I suppose.”
“What else do you know?”
I stared. “Stefan, there were over a hundred and seventy episodes.”
His brows lifted. “And you watched them all?”
I flushed and chose not to comment. “I don’t know how much is already different.” I shook my head. “The smallest changes are spiraling out of control. I had no idea tonight would happen. Sheila and Isobel should be alive.” My look was grim. “Their deaths are going to change things.”
Stefan stepped to the fireplace. “Let’s start with what you know about them.” He crouched down and moved several pieces of wood onto the grill.
“Actually, there’s something else we need to discuss first.” Stefan paused and peered over his shoulder. Crossing the room, I joined him at the mantel and sat beside him. “They’re called the Originals.”
The sun was up by the time I finished. Despite a steady flow of juice and tequila that required several bathroom breaks, my throat was dry from so much talking. Stefan had listened carefully, only interrupting for clarification.
Within the first half hour he had a blank journal open and was taking notes.
Brows drawn and mouth turned into a slight frown, he hadn’t stopped writing. The scratch of pen on paper filled the rest of the room while I sat on the floor and stared into the dying fire’s embers. The look on Sheila’s face, the fury in Elena’s stare—the two faces haunted me no matter how much tequila I’d drank.
The front door opened while it was still early. I knew who it was before I twisted around.
Damon was leaning against the doorway, arms folded. “We’re opening the tomb.”
I stood. Stefan, shutting the journal, rose with me. I walked up until I was standing beside him. “Damon, Katherine’s not—”
“I’ll see for myself.” Lips pressed into a determined line and eyes bright with certainty, Damon lifted a hand. “I’ll do it with or without your help. And who knows, maybe a few other vampires will get out if someone’s not there to watch me.”
Stefan started forward but stopped as I pressed my hand against his chest. “Alright. I’ll help you. But I have terms.”
Damon’s head dipped to the side as he chuckled. “Terms?”
I answered with a firm nod. “Yeah. And you’ll agree to them, because otherwise, you’re going to have a hell of a time getting inside.” I was pretty sure Emily was still determined to stop him. And this time he didn’t have Sheila.
Damon’s lips pursed. After a moment’s thought, he pushed off the doorframe and sauntered down the steps. “Let’s hear them.”
“You leave Elena’s family and friends alone, Damon. And the killing? It stops.”
His mouth twisted into a smile. “What if you’re kidnapped again?”
“You know what I mean.”
He held up his hands. “Fine. Agreed. Sip and erase. What else?”
I was surprised that he’d agreed to the no killing term so easily. I blinked, thoughts racing over the possibilities. “You don’t take off after you find out that she’s not in the tomb. You stay here, in Mystic Falls.”
Both brothers’ eyes narrowed. “Small towns aren’t really my thing,” Damon said.
“You want my help?”
“Fine,” he groused through clenched teeth. “Anything else? My firstborn?” He rolled back on his heels. “Oh, wait. Vampires can’t procreate. Going to have to strike that demand off the list, Rumpelstiltskin.”
I’ve shown more good humor at a funeral. “You don’t feed on or compel me ever again.”
“You sure?” He asked, leering at my neck. Stefan took a step forward, prepared to go toe to toe with Damon. Damon leaned back and lifted both hands back up with fingers spread. “Fine.” His demeanor brightened. “So, Rumple, how are we getting in?”
“Aside from the crystal, there’s a grimoire.” I paused before admitting, “Buried with your father.”
Stefan and Damon exchanged a surprised glance. “Clever witch,” Damon muttered.
“Who’s going to be pissed. She’s already planning on destroying the amulet.” Damon’s gaze darkened. “You’re going to have to make sure Bonnie gets nowhere near it. Which won’t be easy.” I frowned. “Emily has the ability to affect this world from the Other Side.”
“We need to take precautions against spirits as it is,” Stefan pointed out. Then again, he knew about Esther and the real Elena. “Elena says you know a witch.”
“I know a couple. One of whom even talks to me,” Damon smirked.
“There are whole covens of them in New Orleans, but I’m not certain they’d help,” I said. “If we’re lucky, there may be something in Emily’s grimoire.”
“We stick to Damon’s friend,” Stefan decided. “We need something to ensure they can’t spy on us.”
“I’d better head out soon, then. Georgia’s a drive.” Damon’s brows rose. “You can dig up dear ol’ dad, can’t you, Stefan? Seeing as it was you who put him six feet under in the first place.”
Stefan fixed Damon with an unamused stare. “I’ll get the grimoire.”
Damon’s keys jangled as he pulled them from his pocket. “Then I’ll take care of the ghosts.” He looked to me. “Though, we might have another problem. When I went back to clean up, John wasn’t in the basement.”
“I figured.”
Damon’s brow furrowed. “You knew he’d be a zombie?”
“He’s not a zombie,” I corrected. “He’s got a ring that brings him back to life whenever something supernatural kills him.”
Damon became incredulous. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? I could’ve taken it off him!”
“First of all, it only works on humans, so it’d be useless to you. Second, I knew you’d put him down permanently.” I glowered. “And you agreed, no killing family.”
“And when he kidnaps you again?” Damon asked, a snide curl to his lips.
“She’ll stay with us,” Stefan said. “Until we figure out a way to handle John.”
Damon scoffed. “Have fun telling her aunt that her seventeen-year-old niece is shaking up here. With her twenty-five-year-old boyfriend.” He pulled sunglasses out of his jacket’s inner pocket. “I’m sure that’ll go over great.” He unfolded the temples and arched a brow. “I know times have changed, Stefan, but I don’t think they’ve changed that much.”
Stefan folded his arms. “If you have a better idea, now’s the time to share, Damon.”
“This would be so much easier if we killed him,” Damon pointed out in a reasonable tone. At my glower, he held up a hand. “Just saying.”
“There are other ways to deal with John,” I said.
“I suppose we could kidnap him, for a change. Put him in one of the cells downstairs until the vervain is out of his system.”
Stefan’s tipped his head to the side. “It’s… not the worst idea.” He admitted this grudgingly.
“Hello, Zach!” Damon called, smirking.
Zach stood in the doorway, a slump to his shoulders and a dull sheen in his eyes. “I didn’t hear any of this.”
“Probably for the best,” Damon agreed amiably.
Zach wandered away. Damon and Stefan exchanged a long look. “Should one of us stay here with Elena while the other looks for John?”
“Wait.” Their attention fell on me. “All of John’s things are back at Elena’s.”
“He knows I can come in,” Damon pointed out. “If he’s smart, he’s used the evening to pack up and get out.”
I thought about the John Gilbert from the show and shook my head. “He’s arrogant. Prideful. The ring makes him feel invulnerable.” I felt sure he’d still be there.
The brothers exchanged another glance. Stefan shrugged. “It’s worth a look.”
“I’ll drive,” Damon announced, jiggling his keys and striding off for the door.
Stefan followed, pausing as I headed after him. Both brothers ended up staring me down. I lifted my chin. “I’m going too.”
Stefan took a moment, thinking. “She’ll be safer with us.”
Damon sighed and looked to the ceiling. “Fine.” He pointed to me. “But you do as we say.”
I nodded. “Alright.”
Satisfied with my assurance, the three of us headed out to the garage.
The camaro glided slowly up the street until the Gilbert house came in view. I felt vindicated at the sight of a certain silver Passat in the driveway. “He’s here. Or his car is, at least.”
“So he’s an idiot,” Damon concluded, rolling up into the driveway beside John’s car.
“He doesn’t have the device already, does he?” Stefan wondered, turning to look at me.
“What device?” Damon asked.
“Apparently there’s a council made up of the founding families. They’ve been passing down knowledge of vampires through the generations, along with a few hunting tools Johnathan Gilbert invented,” Stefan explained.
“It was actually Emily spelling them,” I reminded him.
Stefan nodded in my direction. “One of them was a box of some kind. It emits a noise that overwhelms supernatural creatures. Disables them.”
“Guess you two did a lot of talking last night,” Damon’s tone was sour.
“You shouldn’t have run off,” Stefan shot back.
“Oh, I think you should be glad I did,” Damon answered darkly.
“Guys. Focus.” As they quieted down, I went on. “I don’t think he’s had the time to collect all the pieces. For some reason, the council took it apart and made sure each family got a part to hold on to.”
“Only one way to find out,” Damon said.
The three of us climbed out of the car and followed the sidewalk around to the side entrance. At the steps, I could hear the clang of pots and pans beyond the door. John must have been in the kitchen.
Stefan pushed me behind him and nodded to Damon. Damon stilled, listening. Satisfied with whatever he’d heard, he took hold of the door and flung it open.
John stood in front of the counter, chef’s knife in hand and a spread of vegetables arrayed on a cutting board in front of him. “Good morning.”
A collective hesitation passed through the three of us as we glanced at one another. John looked to us with a smile and returned to the onion he had on the board. He pressed the tip of the knife in, sliding it through the crisp white flesh. “I was wondering when you’d be home,” he paused, a smirk flickering onto his face as he drawled out, “E-lay-nah.”
My brows cinched tight together. “You didn’t think I’d run for it?”
John chuckled. “No.” He swept up a handful of chopped onion onto the edge of the blade and carried it over to the pan, where he dropped it in with a hiss. “This is where you’ve always wanted to be, isn’t it?” Using a spatula, he mixed the onions around as they sizzled. “Isn’t that why, of all the souls the spell could have taken, yours was chosen?”
“Figured it was luck of the draw.” The bad kind.
Slipping his finger along the side of the knife, he shook his head. “No such thing.”
Damon took a step forward. “Well, John, fascinating as this all is, you’re coming with us.”
“Am I?” John asked, spinning back to the counter. “And I thought you were here to kill me.”
Damon shrugged. “I’ve been overruled. We’re taking you to our place instead.”
“Must be frustrating. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to take a crack at it, Damon?”
He scoffed. “I know about your ring.”
“Obviously.”
Stefan and I exchanged another glance.
“Is that what’s stopping you?” He drove the knife into the cutting board so hard the thunk of the point sinking deep into the wood made me jump. The knife wobbled as he turned, showing us his hand. With a bit of twisting and tugging, pulled the ring off his finger. “There,” he said, tossing it to a stunned Damon. Absently, Damon reached up and caught it.
Staring at John, skepticism shuttered Damon’s gaze. “I made a deal.”
“How uncharacteristically honorable of you.” John replied, shutting off the stove. “Just let me clean up.” He smiled over his shoulder at us. “Waste not…”
“Pack up his things, Elena.” Stefan ordered in a quiet murmur. Speaking up, he added, “I’ll take his car.”
“Be careful with it,” John replied. “It’s a rental.”
“You’ll be alright?” Stefan asked Damon.
Damon strode over to the counter and yanked the chef’s knife free of the cutting board. He angled the blade as he examined it. “Plenty of space in the trunk for a body.” He kept the knife up as he gripped John by the shoulder and forced him around. “Trust me.” Knife near John’s throat, a knowing grin stretched across Damon’s face.
John smiled back, not a hint of tension in his face or body.
I carefully rounded around them both and scurried for the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Reaching the guest room next to the master bedroom, I swept my hair back behind my ears as I headed for the closet. His suitcase was inside, along with a few clothes on the hangers. Pulling the suitcase free, I laid it on the made-up bed and started stuffing the clothes from the closet inside. Once I had it emptied, I dug through the dresser’s drawers.
When I couldn’t find any more of John’s belongings, I shoved the suitcase’s lid down. I hadn’t folded his clothes, so it took a bit of wrestling with the zipper to get it shut. It was my first kidnapping, but I doubted I had the time to pack his things up any neater.
It took both hands to lug the suitcase back down the hall and the stairs. By the time I reached the kitchen, the food and pans were gone, along with John and Damon. A rumble from the dishwasher suggested someone had loaded it. I had trouble picturing Damon doing something so domestic, but I couldn’t believe he’d let John load it, either.
Hauling the luggage outside, I reached the steps and the morning air in time to see Damon slamming the trunk shut.
“Here,” I said, bringing the suitcase to him.
“I’ll take it,” Stefan said from the silver passat parked next to the camaro.
Damon fixed his sunglasses back on his nose as he reached out and took the suitcase from me. Naturally he lifted it as if it were filled with styrofoam. He shot a smirk at a frowning Stefan as he lifted it over the back door and set it between the seats.
Damon’s smugness and Stefan’s suppressed frustration confused me. They acted as if Damon had won some kind of battle.
These two. Sometimes they were just strange.
“I’ll drop off John and head out,” Damon said, strutting to the driver’s seat. He met my gaze over the tops of his sunglasses. “Want to come?”
“She has school.” Stefan made it clear this was the end of the conversation.
Damon glanced over. “C’mon, Stef. Girl was kidnapped and woke up to a bunch of dead bodies.”
“And was manhandled by an unstable vampire,” Stefan added, voice dark.
“See?” Damon’s grin was wide and carefree. “She’s earned a skip day.”
“Not with you,” Stefan shot back.
“Oh? Should she go digging up a skeleton instead? Sounds like loads of fun.” Damon turned back to me. “Where I’m going, there’s a bar.”
“Actually,” I began with a sigh, “I was going to get some sleep.”
Damon shrugged and turned the engine. “Suit yourself,” he said, shifting the car into reverse and backing out.
Stefan wandered next to me as I watched Damon disappear down the street. Concern radiated from him as he met my glance. “You’ll be alright?”
“So long as John’s locked up, who else could know?”
Stefan frowned. “Esther and Elena. The other Elena,” he corrected.
I looked to the driveway and noticed a small crack running between one of the slabs. I wondered if it had been there before the Gilberts’ deaths. “They could cause problems wherever I am.” I took a breath and looked back up. “But I need a few hours. I’ll see if I can make lunch and the rest of the day.”
Stefan gave a reluctant nod. “I should be done by then.”
“You’re not going to get caught, digging up a body during the day?”
“It’s fairly secluded where Father’s buried. And even if I’m spotted, I have enough strength for a light compulsion.”
“You should try to make it in time for Tanner’s class.” At his curious glance, I shrugged. “You know, you’re supposed to join the football team today.” I couldn’t hold back a sly smile.
Stefan looked aside, giving me a good view of his unfairly handsome profile. “Yeah. That’s not going to happen.”
“But it’s essential to the future, Stefan.”
He fixed me with a flat stare. “Is this about the uniform?”
My smile widened into a full grin. “Maybe.”
Stefan shook his head and wandered back to the passat. He paused after opening the door, glancing over a shoulder. “Have fun at cheer practice.”
“Evil,” I muttered, too low for human ears. Stefan sent me a smirk better suited for his brother as the door shut.
I waited until he drove off before heading back inside and heeding the siren call of Elena’s bed.
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Carabao Cup: Man City, Man Utd, Everton and Leicester in quarter-final action
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Leverage International: The Diner Job Ch. 14 Change in Legacy
Savannah had said it so clinically. Eliot shifted his attention from their hands and looked back up at her. She was staring at her plate looking unmistakably ashamed. He squeezed her hand. “Hey, I understand why you hold back and I don’t hold it against you. You know that, don’t you?” He pulled on her hand to get her to look up. She paused then nodded. He softened his grip on her hand. “And you get what I was saying before? You’re not some ward to me. I want you.” Her lips parted, like the words had a physical impact. 
He absent-mindedly glanced down at her plate. “Geez, woman, did you breath between bites?” Her plate merely had a few noodles and mushrooms left while he had over a third left to go.
She took her hand from his and grabbed her napkin to wipe her blushing face. “It was good. And I haven’t eaten since this morning. And that was a muffin. Leftovers last night. I really can’t remember the last time I had a real meal.”
He shook his head. “Working in a restaurant, and still you don’t eat regularly.” It really was a constant problem. It was like Savannah truly didn’t feel hunger until food was placed in front of her. He considered asking Dani if it was an Academy thing or if it was unique to Savannah. 
She shrugged. “I get distracted.”
Eliot scooted his chair away from the table. “Well, since you’re finished eating,” he pulled his phone out and changed the song to something a little more up tempo, “dance with me.” He got up and began pulling her out of her chair. 
She dug her good heel into the floor. “No, Eliot, I’ve told you before, I don’t dance.”
“Come on,” he insisted.
She was losing the battle as her chair shifted. “Eliot, no, I don’t--”
“That’s because you never let me talk you into it,” he gave a final tug, hoisted her up, and pulled her into his arms. 
“Eliot,” she protested further. 
“If you’re not going to talk to me, you’re going to dance with me,” he explained. 
She started to resist less. “Blackmail,” she whined, as she rested her head against his chest. 
“We’re dancing, not removing your fingernails. Relax.” She sighed dramatically and let him lead her around. After about the sixth time she managed to step on his foot, Eliot conceded, “Okay, so it’s not that you don’t dance, it’s that you can’t.”
“Technically.” She rolled her eyes.
He drummed his fingers on her sides playfully. “All those skills, and you. Can’t. Dance.”
She started to pull out of his arms. “And you’re making sure I never do it with you again!”
“No, no, no.” He unceremoniously pulled her closer, pressing her stomach against his pelvis. “Just...just sway with me. Here.” And they did exactly what he wanted. Just them, there, in the moment.
Eliot stirred at the sound of his phone. “What?” he answered. Cups and Bowls was closed for the party that night, so he was looking forward to a leisurely morning with the woman curled up next to him. He just knew whatever was on the other line was about to ruin that. 
“The Orsinis want a meeting. Before the party,” Parker informed him.
“So now?”
“Pretty much.”
“Of course.” He started sitting up. “Alright, I guess we’ll be there in fifteen.” He looked at Savannah who was clearly awake and adamantly denying it. “Make it twenty.”
He hung up before Parker could confirm or deny and brushed hair away from Savannah's face. She was on her side facing him, looking more peaceful than he’d seen her in a while. So different from the paranoid soldier that first slept on the concrete floor off to the side of the conference area. 
The same knitted brow appeared, though. She took in a big breath as she stretched, then scooted closer to him. “Five more minutes,” she decided. 
He savored the smile he felt on his lips. “So you slept okay?”
“A good couple hours. Nice and deep. No real bad night terrors.” She had yet to actually open her eyes. “What about you? You seem a little grumpy.”
He put his arm around her and she snuggled into him. “I slept fine, I was just not planning on working this morning. Kinda wanted a quiet morning, a continuation of last night.”
“Do you really enjoy just being with me? No sex?”
He sighed. He had gotten into the habit of being completely open with Savannah in order to offset her tight lips. “I had Aimee. Then I had the job, and I got to liking being a lone wolf. That started to wear on me, and I joined the team. I really liked being a part of it. Nate and Sophie paired up and went their own way. Then Hardison and Parker paired up. I mean, the four of them are still around, still family, but they have their relationships to focus on. I knew sometimes I was just too tired to go out tom-catting but I still wanted someone there to unwind with, especially someone who understood the job. Then your dumb ass jumped in front of my truck. And...you know the rest. I told you last night. I like that you don’t need me but you still need me. And having someone, whether it lead to sex or not, that's become important to me.”
She took a deep breath, visibly processing his words. “I don’t deserve you,” she said quietly. Before he could argue, she sat up. “So I guess we better head to that meeting with the Orsinis.”
“Hey, Savannah, you...” He started to protest but as she pulled on her shoes and jacket, he conceded the fact that the comment wasn’t directed at him, and that now wasn’t the time to argue. So he did what he felt like he did far too many times and got dressed to move on with the day.
Eliot and Savannah walked into the diner, surprised to see Stella and Alessandro sitting with the Orsinis. As soon as all four of the team entered the dining area, Mrs. Orsini got to her feet. “I suppose I should just, as Americans would say, spit it out,” her voice clear, though her accent thick. My husband’s condition has thrown into sharp relief that we must, in fact, have successors. We felt you should know, that shortly after your work here is done, we will be handing over Tazze e Ciotole to Stella and Alessandro.”
“Good call,” Hardison assured them.
Eliot agreed, “Yeah, you guys are just as much an important part of Tazze e Ciotole as Mr. and Mrs. Orsini.”
The four Italians smiled; relief was approaching for their community. “We felt it was important you know exactly what was to follow your work,” Mrs. Orsini continued. “As of now, for their protection,” she gestured to the younger counterparts, “only the people in this room know what is to come after you depart.”
“And we’ll keep it that way,” Eliot agreed. “Do we want to celebrate? Open a bottle of wine?” he asked, turning towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Orsini shook her head and held up a maternal hand. “From what I understand, you already have a party to attend to this evening. We can celebrate when your work is done before you move on.”
“It’s almost over, Mrs. Orsini,” Parker promised. 
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💀And So It Ends . . . .💀
Diabolic, ch. 14, is LIVE!
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When aristocrat Tom Riddle hires on Hermione Granger as tutor for his ward Augustin Selwyn, her life changes. Whispers from dark corners & fleeting glimpses of things that shouldn't be make her question if monsters are real. How long can the seductive ruse of her employers keep her from learning the truth? *A Victorian Era Vampire Tale* (triad-fic)
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The Outcasts
This is the last chapter of part one. I’m finished writing part two, but I’m still editing it.
Word Count: 1884
One minor swear word
Links: Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3
Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
April 16 2014, on one focused much in class again. Rey bought some books on angels  from a bookstore a couple block away. They didn’t help much. Cat spent most of her night practicing her spells, she was on edge all day. Jay just slept as if he didn’t just find out that an angel is on a killing spree. Nothing interesting happened at school, like normal. They talked in whispers and at lunch Cat rambled on about something along the lines of, “He might not come for us. He probably doesn’t even know who we are.” Jay go up cautiously mumbling, “No way. His eyes, look!” He pointed to the other end of the food court, “It’s the angel!” They turn around and a girl in pink fairy wings. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” Cat yelled at him while slouching in her chair. “Dude. That’s so not funny.” Rey says putting her forehead on the table. “Come on.” Jay says soothingly, “ You two gotta learn how to laugh.” “Make better jokes then.” Rey says while giving him the middle finger.
When Rey got home her mom was practicing her warding spells. They didn’t know much about angels because they never bothered them and they never came around. Rey went to her room to finish her homework. It took her two hours to finish, then she went to eat dinner with her family. They talked about being safe and being cautious during hunts. Audrey didn’t really understand what was going on but understood enough. It was Wynter’s turn to wash the dishes to Rey went to her room to draw and listen to music. It’s now 11:00 pm, she wasn’t tired and was determined to finish her drawing. She was drawing bloody mare with her copics markers while listening to Feeling Good by Michael Buble.
Over the music she heard something behind her. She quickly turned around to find a strange man standing in the middle of her room. He wore a leather jacket and looked to be about 6”2, muscular and winged. She wasn’t threatened by him though. “Who are you?” she asked as she curiously looking at his broken wings. “That depends,” he said, “who are you?” She didn’t like that answer. Rey walked over to him taped his forehead with her finger, knocking him out. “Angels” she said, “always making things so difficult.” She used her telekinesis to move his unconscious body quietly so she wouldn’t wake her family.
She moved him to the basement. That’s where they would take monsters to interrogate them for information. All there was in there was a dim light, an iron chair with locks, a devil’s trap painted on the floor and a cabinet built in the wall. The cabinet had iron doors and inside there were things like salt, holy water, matches and holy oil. She locked him in the chair then headed back up stairs to get into her hunter outfit. She walked quietly and when she changed into her clothes she put on her mask and grabbed her blades too. She had a belt that had pockets to hold her blades. She had one blade that was curved with a black handle, and a white gem attached to the handle. It had the power to kill a demon. The other one was a rounded blade with a white handle, and a black gem attached to the handle. It had the power to kill an angel. She used these blades when she served hell.
The angel woke to the sound of music, “It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me. And I’m feeling good.” He looked up and was almost startled when he saw a figure in a mask with a horrible smile on it. “Smile for the camera.” she said as she took a picture with a Polaroid, “I like to keep a photo of my enemies just in case the getaway.” “You gonna tell me who you are, or am I gonna have to do it the hard way?” she said in a calm voice. “You will have to torture me before I ever give you any information.” he says in a serious voice. “Your choice kid.” she said under her breath before she put her hand on his forehead. Rey used her demonic abilities to look through his past, it was bad even for her.
She saw him get tricked by the snake to let him into heaven’s garden, then him get taken to the dungeons. He was tortured there for so many years and he watched his best friend get tortured. He was locked down there for thousands of years, maybe more, he was almost forgotten by the angels. She finally learned his name, Gadreel. If the other angels heard this name they didn’t think of anything good to go with it. Gadreel didn’t deserve all of this, he was tricked, who wouldn’t have been. Rey also saw him fall, possess Sam Winchester, get cast out, then kill for Metatron. It was a horror show. When she got out of his mind the angel was almost in tears, she didn’t realize he had to relive all of that when she went into his mind.
She took off her mask then sat on the floor cross legged in front of him. “So” Rey said, “why do you serve Metatron? I know you don’t want to kill.” When he didn’t answer she explained what she wanted, “I’ve made mistakes in my past, I’ve had more than my fair share of kills. But I’m also seeking redemption. I kill monsters to make up for what I did before. What about you?” Gadreel didn’t feel threatened by the girl so he said quietly, “I am seeking redemption as well. I am helping Metatron put heaven back together.” Before Rey could reply her mom came down. She was in her night clothes and looked tired, it was 11:30. She said in a groggy voice, “Honey, what are you doing?” She replied, “Interrogating someone.” “Oh,” her mother said, “Human or monster? Also are you going to let them go and why are you interrogating him?” Interrogation is almost normal for them. Rey says, “He’s an angel, I might let him go and he might have information we could use.” “Okay sweetie.”
Rey was relieved that her mother didn’t notice that she said “He’s an angel”, till she turned around and had her interrogation face on. “Crap.” Rey said under her breath. Her mom made her come out of the ring of holy fire and took her upstairs. “Is that the angel who’s on a murder spree?!” Her mother said in a serious tone. “P-potentially.” Rey stuttered, “I can handle whatever he throws at me, don’t wor-” “You think I’m worried about you?!” Rey’s mom said cutting her off, “I know you can handle angels. It’s your sisters I’m worried about, how would they react to this.” “Can I call my friends over? They deserve to know.” Her mom reluctantly agreed.
Cat, Jay and Tom, along with their families, were over in the next five minutes. Cat looked worried as she had to bring her six year old brother, Jefferson. Tom seemed to be kind of excited, nothing extraordinary really happened in his life. He was standing next to his 10 year old sister, Megan. All of the parents had nervous expressions. Jay on the other hand had already walked into the living room, for some reason he didn’t seem bothered by this whole situation. “Yo. Where is this bitch?” he says. “First of all” Rey says disapprovingly, “he’s not a bitch, and he’s in the basement.” They all headed into the basement, even Rey’s sisters. All of them either talked amongst themselves or tried to talk to Gadreel. He didn’t respond.
“Shut up!” Rey yelled. Everyone did shut up. She started talking to the angel, “Gadreel, would you respond to any of their questions?” “I would not.” he says glaring at them all. “Would you answer my questions if they weren't here?” she said calmly. He didn’t say anything but looked like he was contemplating his next words. Rey turned her head to the crowd behind her and nodded towards the stairs. After they all walked back up she closed to door behind them. She made a hole in the holy fire just long enough to pass through then sat down in front of him again.
Rey asked most of the questions like and Gadreel answered bluntly. After a while he asked her a question, “What are you?” “What?” she said confused. Hesitantly he said, “I do not know if you know this but, Metatron ordered me to kill you.” She wasn’t fazed by this though, she knew one day someone would try to kill her. “This is why.” she says as she makes her eyes go completely black. She stopped Gadreel from saying anything then proceeded to tell him a little bit about her past and what she was. When she was finished she looked up and he wore a poignant expression. “I don’t need your pity, just so you know.” she said in a solemn tone. She asked him if he wanted to know anything else, when he said no she questioned him a bit more. After another hour of that she stood up, put out the ring of fire, unlocked him from the chair then said, “You’re not that bad kid. Convince Metatron that you killed me and never mention me again.” He got up then they walked up the stairs.
Rey was able to convinced everyone that they shouldn’t be afraid of him. Jay and Tom talked to him for a while, questioning him a lot. Cat didn’t particularly like angels but mustered up the courage to have a short conversation with him. The parents then talked to him, Rey smirked when she noticed that he didn’t look like he enjoyed talking so much to so many people. Wearing her business face she said to Gadreel, “We could use someone like you on hunts. Once someone wins this angel versus angel war stop on by. Preferably on October 13, that’s my birthday.” The angel agreed to stop by once the war was won and before he went he said to Rey, “You are wasting your talents with these small hunts.” Then he walked out the door.
The next few months were normal to an extent. When it was Rey’s birthday she acted normal but she secretly was hoping to see the only nice angel she ever encountered. It’s now 11:00 at night she was drawing a picture of Jeff the Killer. She was somewhat disappointed that Gadreel didn’t visit her but she didn’t know what’s going on in his life. “I wonder if the war is done yet.” she thought to herself, “I guess I’ll never know.” But this gave her a realization. “I’m wasting my talent.” she thinks as she puts down her pencil, “I should use my skills to stop bigger problems.” She smiles at this thought then goes to bed. She meets up with Cat, Jay and Tom the next day then says to them with a smirk, “How about we make a name for ourselves?”
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phantomato · 4 years ago
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Waterlogged, Ch. 3
He never meant to make a habit of going to the Head Girl. It was just that Tom slept so well that night, and he had his best potions lesson yet the next day, and then even his newly re-warded bed in his dorm wasn’t quite as restful the following night. So, when he knew that he had a transfiguration practical coming up on Friday, he knocked on her door the Thursday night before. He wore his own pyjamas, this time.
“Welcome back, little rabbit,” Hermione greeted. She still made him brush his teeth.
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Authorial thoughts on pet names below the fold
Little rabbit, baby bunny: not names one typically associates with Tom Riddle, eh?
This nickname was one of the first details I established for this story. When I began writing the fic, I started with the scene wherein Hermione reads Tom The Velveteen Rabbit in order to get him to fall asleep, and “little rabbit” quickly followed. 
I love nicknames, pet names, taunts, etc. Naming is so important. Names we choose for ourselves tell others about us (I am Lord Voldemort), but names that other people choose for us say something about us, too. In my Tom/Severus fic, Two Halves are Not a Whole, Severus has been outed as the victim of a werewolf near-miss and his school peers refer to him as “Wolf bait.” It takes agency away from him at the same time it acknowledges his traumatic experience, and in that story, he despises it. (That Tom, by the by, doesn’t understand that until it’s spelled out for him, and like all of his peers, uses the nickname for Severus occasionally, to the point that it’s the first name that comes to mind when they bump into each other at the start of the story.)
So why use little rabbit? I want to explicitly neuter this Tom. Hermione is older, already a legal adult when she meets him, and no matter how self-important Tom is in his own mind, he’s no more threatening or, truly, important to her than a plush rabbit in a children’s story. And this affects him, he reacts to it, but Hermione’s presence is implicitly conditional on how well Tom is willing to fit into the space in her life that she has allocated for this child-sized charity project. When he acquiesces to the nickname, he stuffs himself back into that space. She’s his only companion or source of affection in his entire life; why wouldn’t he? 
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