#fatefcked

[nexvsvorti]

@fatefcked | oliver & hope

" i don’t think you’re weak,   by the way.   in fact,   in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess. "

[mystichellmouth]

Rebekah’s eyes flicked to the empty glass sliding across the bar, her sharp features betraying nothing but faint amusement as she downed the last of her own drink. She exhaled slowly through her nose, letting the burn settle, before setting her glass down with a soft clink. Finn. Of all the Mikaelsons who might darken her evening, it had to be the one who looked like death had personally insulted him.

She glanced sideways, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Order something better for you?” she murmured, the words laced with the kind of mockery that only siblings could deliver with love. “Oh, Finn. You never change, do you? You’re centuries old, and yet you sit here drinking like it’s your first tavern crawl in the dark ages.”

Rebekah leaned against the bar, her sapphire eyes gleaming with mischief as she waved the bartender over with a lazy flick of her wrist. “Another whiskey,” she said, then, with a smirk, added, “Make it two. One for me, and something strong enough to make my brother tolerable.”

She turned fully toward Finn now, her voice softening into something almost fond—but still cutting as ever. “Tell me, brother. Are you here to sulk in silence or to make one of your grand speeches about how foolish we all are? Because if it’s the latter, I’ll need a third drink just to survive it.” She tilted her head, arching a brow. “Or—” her voice dropped lower, playful, “are you finally here to admit that you’ve missed me?”

and so new orleans was this ---- the vestigial limb of a tyrant empire , rancor on rubble , a fetid collection of corpses .... and seemingly under the management of their brother's prodigal son. for how long , though , finn wondered ?? how much mikaelson did that child become while finn rotted in the basement ?? how much marcellus had he retained ?? from the look of things , not enough ( where were the wolves ?? the witches ?? the forebearers ..... cast aside with the same casual disregard as some half-dead warmonger's pretty meal ..... how quickly a boy's wide-eyed wonder became a man's sharp hungers ). and so there would be a bloodbath. ugly , capricious , children fighting over a city that would forget them ----- as all things did ( as all things should ). alea iacta est. from their own miserable corner , they watched , sipping down a ---- well the bartender had called it some kind of beer ( but frankly , they weren't convinced ) as their sister arrived. the centuries granted her command , if nothing else ..... little girl gone. no doubt she and nik were still pulling at one another's hair , regardless. how tired they had made them in their rough-n-tumble youth. how finn missed being that kind of tired ..... they slid the empty glass in her direction. " order something better for your brother , yes ?? i tire of fruit and flowers. "

[onthefyre]

he'd been there before and yet, knowing the events of the past didn't stop him from somehow finding himself there, before his big brother. the suit hid the truth, thankfully, hiding the fact that only his head was his own. don't ask him how it was possible -- he should've been dead and gone, blown away in the wind, but he's there. he's there and he's staring at the man who'd been more of a father than their own father had been. there's no joy to be felt seeing him nor no hope or peace. he felt everything despite that. sadness, betrayal, loss... his lips move absentmindedly, "do not ask me how i know you'd be here," elijah's eyes are just as empty as his words. there's no movement to attack. he simply kept the distance between the two. "no one else knows. for now." they would eventually of course. history would remain it's course unless redirected.

@fatefcked with finn

[calamitcs]

@fatefcked

❛ that's how people get killed in horror movies, you know ? ❜

[nexvsvorti]

@fatefcked | wyatt & hope

"   we do work well together,   but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do.   "

[ofsupernovcs]

Willow was shuffling her bag for the business card she had. Maybe she should have heard the rest of that sentence. There was an awkward stare before speaking. "Oh." Willow paused. "You sure you don't need a modem installed-it's 50% offff." She said.

finger swirled around the glass' edge ---- the THIRD sweet something they'd downed tonight. in their peripheral , their best lieutenant , black-clad and GRIMANCING as they chugged down something fruity. a gift courtesy of wyatt. they knew how she'd HATE it , how she disapproved of all of this , but they were human still. human and gluttonous and wanting. indulging in a little non-vetted company wouldn't be the WORST of their sins , would it ? but maybe he was beginning to regret that thought..... " just because i'm interested doesn't mean i find YOU interesting. "

@hellsmouthstarters

[bludbound]

@fatefcked : anyone

❝  ⸻ my my  ... we've got a feisty one . ❞  

[onthefyre]

@fatefcked with wyatt

"see anything weird lately?" she asked the other, head tilting curiously. sometimes the best way to get information was take to the streets.

[hellsmouthhq]

the   following   blogs   have   7   days   to   post   or   reach   out   to   main   :

@cataclysmiiiic (   fiona   mikaelson   &   parker   halliwell   )

@oftarnishedmemory   (   isaac   griffin   )

@bludbound   (   bonnie   bennett,   cordelia   chase,   aurora   de   martel,   hayley   marshall,   &   davina   claire   )

the   following   blogs   are   on   hiatus   :

onthefyre   (   peyton   halliwell,   elijah   mikaelson,   piper   halliwell,   rupert   giles,   rafael   waithe,   liz   forbes,   &   enzo   st   john   )   —   returning   12/15/24

fatefcked   (   wyatt   halliwell,   jeremy   gilbert,   oliver   gauthreaux,   aria   claire-mikaelson,   &   finn   mikaelson   )

[ofuntamedhearts]

@fatefcked

[calamitcs]

prompt: “ shut up and let me help you. ” who: josie & jeremy ! @fatefcked

how josie had gotten into this predicament wasn't all that hard to understand. they were wildly unlikeable as this version of themself. they didn't mind, actually preferred it. the solitude. then there were times, like this one, where she found herself impaled by something. the hilt of the dagger that was now lodged firmly under their shoulder blade in a position that dark josie couldn't exactly get. unfortunately they had sucked the dark object in their palm dry. siphoning the curse placed on them was too risky and then there was the familiar face and voice that made matters even worse. a deep grumble emanated from her chest as she turns to finally fully face him. " shutting up is a non starter, still wanna help ? "

[nothingleftofyou]

yeah so-- chris didn't know what was worse. the idea of this being wyatt's blood, or someone else's. there was a tiny consideration of licking his lips, hoping to god that it made wyatt feel SOMETHING. maybe guilt if it had some kind of poison or whatever in it. it would be bitter and petulant and oh so tempting all the same. but first off it would be more harm to himself then wyatt, second it would be gross, and thirdly chris had an inkling it might smart some kind of satisfaction in wyatt to see their little brother acting like a gremlin. so-- no. "you are such an asshole." not the most diplomatic leader response but it'd been true since before the whole tyrant cult thing. now the words just had a louder echo.

@fatefcked, wyatt — [sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them] : [prompt]

[onthefyre]

he was still pretty new to this hybrid werewolf-vampire thing but for the most part, he seemed to have everything under control... if you're not counting the speed, the senses, or anything else. he wasn't scarred or broken; unless you count nearly dying but by this point, who hadn't? that was until his nostrils immediately inhaled and he couldn't help but ask, "you smell that?"

@fatefcked

[ofuntamedhearts]

@fatefcked

I wanted this since our first day in class.

[onthefyre]

@fatefcked with wyatt

she sat there, fingers strumming against her leg to find some kind of amusement in the situation. words droned on and on, in a very monotone kind of way that made peyton want to set something on fire. when it was over, she looked from the man that had been speaking to wyatt now, head tilting, "can i get the cliff notes version? he makes me want to pluck my own eyes out."

[fatefcked]

fatefcked : featuring muses ruined by jem for hellsmouthhq.

wyatt halliwell ( rot is also what love is )