#if you wouldn’t be accused of being a witch back then are you really even living

[i314flix]

— PART ONE, PART TWO.

the one where the thought of someone liking you romantically has never crossed your mind, much less being liked by your own crush, sirius black, who proves to you that all your doubts are nonsense.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 3k

rating: PG-15

content: fluff, established relationship au; gryffindor!reader

warning/s: mentions of being insecure, low self-esteem

opening note. it took a whole year for me to finish writing this part two lmao, but for the readers who got to read part one way back, i hope y’all like this!

Being seen with Sirius—and frequently, might you add—indeed became the talk of the town for the first few days.

As soon as the news spreaded, Iris and Martha, your close friends, interrogated you endlessly inside your shared room at the dormitory, asking a bunch of questions that ranged from how did Sirius confess and what did you feel for the aforementioned guy.

They labeled themselves as ridiculous and as oblivious as you were when they realized that all the gestures that Sirius has been doing in all the times they accused him of liking Iris were actually directed to you. They apologized, for not seeing it themselves and for not thinking of you as the person Sirius liked, and told you that they were going to be happy and supportive of you as long as they saw that you were happy too and that Sirius treated you well.

When your Hogsmeade date came, you spent the whole day just getting to know Sirius. Turns out, he was more well-mannered than you thought. He was a gentleman; he opened doors for you, offered to pay for everything, was the one who ordered your meal, stood up whenever you wanted to follow up something from the counter, and carried your bag when you bought some sweets from Honeydukes.

But what you liked most about him now was how he seemed genuinely interested in you and whatever that happened in your life. He made it apparent that he really was keen on discovering more about who you really were, from your hobbies, to your favorite things, and where you grew up.

“My parents… I don’t know if you’ve heard it from somewhere,” you began as you walked with him back to the path that led back to the Hogwarts castle, “but they’re, uh, Muggles. So, that means—”

“You’re Muggleborn,” Sirius supplied for you, appearing not even the slightest bit bothered by the fact. “And you don’t have any siblings, do you?”

You answered him, quite confused that he didn’t dwell too much on your revelation, but chose to drop it for now. “None.”

“Ah, so that makes you the only witch in your family.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “uh, does that sound okay?”

He glanced at you with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know. You’re a Pureblood, and you come from an excellent line of wizards.”

“You have a point,” he said, still nonchalant as ever, “but I’m… well, you can say I’m a bit different from them. I mean, to start it off, I’m a Gryffindor.” He chuckled. “Plus, I’ve moved out from my home decades ago.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “I live with James over the summer. His parents treat me as their own. Nicest couple, the Potters.”

“Wow. I never knew.”

“Well, being a teenage runaway and an outcast in my own family isn’t exactly something I should be proud of.”

You both laughed.

You were relieved to find out that there was no issue about you being a Muggleborn, especially since as stated, he came from a family of impressive and some well-known wizards who—from what you remembered—believed that being a Pureblood was equivalent to being practically royalty in the wizarding world.

Even if you knew that he wasn’t like that to begin with, there was still some doubt in your mind that perhaps his mindset is the same as theirs, considering that you’ve been a victim of prejudice over the years you studied in Hogwarts and was even called a Mudblood by a Pureblood student when you surpassed them on an exam in second year.

So, to have a confirmation right now was great. You were happy to hear from him that he didn’t have any problem with it, unlike some people who you’ve caught muttering to themselves about how Sirius could associate himself with a person like you, which inevitably led to some insecurities building up.

“Do you reckon I can get away with taking you out again next week?” asked Sirius once you were back in the Gryffindor common room, stopping before you where you stood at the last step of the stairs leading to the girl’s dormitory.

Your eyebrows rose. “There’ll be a next time?”

“Yes. If that’s okay with you,” he said with a patient smile. “Or did I read the signals wrong and you actually hated spending time with me today?”

“Don’t be foolish. I didn’t hate it.”

“You didn’t?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then how did you like it?” He was suddenly doing it again, that thing he does wherein he moves closer to you and you were bound to move away because of shyness, but somehow at this instance, you couldn’t command your feet to do its usual response.

“Hm?”

“Was it nice?” He continued, a hand now placed on the stairs’ handrail, leaning towards it. “Was it okay? Was it average? Would you ever want to be with me again?” He was teasing, it was evident on his big smile and his mischievous expression.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” You frowned cutely.

“Oh, I really don’t.”

“Sirius…”

“Tell me what you think,” he urged, tone gentle.

There were girls from your house walking down the steps, seeing the scene of Sirius gazing at you and you looking flustered playing in front of them. They hushed among themselves, glancing at you in envy, and you felt your cheeks burn at the attention.

“It was nice.” You told him finally.

“Just nice?”

“Wonderful,” you corrected.

He nodded solemnly, waiting.

“And I’d like to do it again sometime.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You smiled down at the floor. “As if I was going to say something else.”

He lifted your chin up so that your eyes could meet. “Still, I like hearing it come from your lips.”

Before you went upstairs to your room, Sirius reached for your hand and kissed the back of it, winking at you and then heading to the boy’s dormitory.

For the following weeks, the both of you were consistently hanging out and going on dates. It reached a point wherein your respective friend groups were starting to merge. It was either Martha and Iris who were going to be with you two, while anyone from Sirius’ own friends tagged along and joined the party as well.

You were naturally growing more comfortable with Sirius day by day. You even allowed him to hold your hand by the third date. He has stolen a few kisses on your forehead and cheek, and has laid his head on your lap whenever you were in the Gryffindor common room, Sirius sometimes getting your hand and placing it gently on his hair, asking if you would stroke it as he tried to take a nap.

Everything was going at such a smooth and great pace.

Sirius was great. His friends were great. What you were feeling for him was getting stronger.

The only problem was the bitter people who had no business having a say in your blooming relationship.

You knew you shouldn’t mind them, but it was hard when you could hear students whispering about you in classes and during breaks, always going on about how someone like you didn’t seem to be a good fit for Sirius, either in deep belief that Purebloods shouldn’t date Muggleborns or that you were far too quiet and timid to be a wonderful match for the ever so magnetic Sirius Black.

You couldn’t agree more, to be frank. However, your greediness and happiness were what mattered to your most in situations like these that you managed to fade those comments out.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

Or influenced you to sometimes see yourself in a harsher light.

“I knew you’d still be here,” Sirius spoke from behind you, a quick kiss being planted on your temple before he took the spot next to you on the sofa.

It was past midnight, and you were still working on an essay for History of Magic. You promised Sirius an hour or two ago that you weren’t going to stay up too late, but you haven’t been adding any new paragraphs to your essay because of your overthinking, so that meant you also haven’t reached your personal quota that was made in the first place to prevent you from cramming the said output.

“I thought you were going to sleep,” you replied, looking at him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Didn’t you say you have training for Quidditch in the morning?”

“I do.”

“Which means you really have to go to bed.”

“I tried to. Really. But I couldn’t.”

“Why not? Do you need warm milk or a frame that has dozens of sheep for you to count to help you get drowsy?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ha, very funny, but I actually wanted to make sure that you were already in your room. It’s not good to be here all alone.”

“I do it all the time. Nobody’s usually up in the common room at this hour, anyways.”

“Well, next time, tell me, so I’ll keep you company.”

“Oh, but that won’t be necessary.”

“I’m aware,” he said. “However, I insist. Come on, love, we’ve talked about this.”

You smiled, apologetic. “Sorry. I should know better, shouldn’t I?”

“Well, you told me that you’re still getting used to it, so I’m not holding that against you.”

“Yeah. But that’s just it, actually. I know that I should be getting used to it. To us… to you… but my brain keeps telling me that it’s bad to do so.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know,” you trailed awkwardly, realizing that you might have said too much, but you didn’t want to stop giving him a little bit more of your thoughts, getting a sudden rush of courage you’ve been wanting to have, “perhaps just, I feel like… I don’t deserve this. Any of what’s happening between us.”

Sirius stared at you, confused. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I just feel like this is all a wonderful dream that I’d have to wake up from soon.”

“____,” he began to say your name, but you shook your head, already sensing where it was heading.

“You don’t have to say anything, Sirius. It doesn’t have anything to do with how you’re making me feel.”

“Then what’s making you think this way? Is it because of what the others are saying?”

In your silence, he got the answer he needed.

“It’s absolute rubbish, you know,” he said. He sat up straight too, appearing more passionate now. “People don’t know what they’re blabbering about. All they want is to stick their noses into others’ businesses when they don’t know anything.”

“Sometimes they have a point, though.”

“Such as?”

“Such as you being a Pureblood and me being a Muggleborn not making any sense.”

He seemed frustrated at that. His nostrils flared a bit when you mentioned it. “Since when did that matter anymore? Lily and James are literally the same.”

“Yeah, but we’re not the same same as them. We’re still different. Lily’s different. She’s much more spectacular than I am.”

 “Come on, you’re being absurd. You’re amazing, ____.”

You had the nerve to laugh. “It’s fine, really. You don’t have to make me feel better. If there’s something that I’m used to, it’s this.” You sighed, going back to your previous position and focusing back on your parchment. “I’m sorry I brought it up in the first place.”

“No, don’t be,” he reached for your hand and forced you to face him again, in which you did, but you still couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I should be the one apologizing. I haven’t been checking up on you about this. I should have known better that this was something that would bother you.”

“What do you even see in me, Sirius?”

“What?”

“We nearly have nothing in common. You should be someone who’s at the same level as you are.”

“No, I don’t. I much rather be with you—regardless of how different we are, I don’t particularly care and I never thought of it as an issue nor will I ever do.” Sirius pursed his lips, appearing a bit nervous now because of what he was going to say. “Look, ____, I like you so much. I like every aspect of you and what kind of person you are. I see what you’re made of, and I cherish you very much because of it. I like your kindness, your wit, your energy, and your whole being. You’re simply the easiest person to adore, and I’m utterly puzzled that you cannot see it.”

Your tongue felt dry. No one has ever declared what they felt for you in that manner before. It caused your eyes to tear up a bit at the overwhelming reality that there was a person out there who saw you this way, who liked you for who you are and didn’t give two cents of what others thought of about it. You were so accustomed to being unseen, not given that much importance to, that to have Sirius tell you what you meant to him brought indescribable contentment in your heart.

So, without thinking, you leaned towards him and kissed his lips, bringing your arms around his neck while he parted his mouth in surprise, nonetheless wrapping his own around your waist to support your weight on him.

Sirius reciprocated the kiss, matching the vigor you were showing him, despite being shocked that you were the one who initiated your first ever real kiss with him. He was under the impression that it would take more dates before the both of you would reach this point, a concept that he didn’t have any problem with since he was sincere when he said he’d be patient with you, and that he’d be the one who was going to test the waters before asking if you were good with the thought of him planting a kiss on your lips.

“I like you so much too, Sirius,” you whispered, pulling away and gasping for air. “Having you be in my life is perhaps one of the most unexpected yet greatest things to happen to me.”

He grinned at that, pressing another firm kiss on your lips that made you sigh. “You’re so wonderful, love. I should’ve been with you since first year if only I wasn’t a bloody coward.”

You both laughed at his statement.

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “You have a lifetime now to show me what I’ve been missing.”

“You’re exceptionally bold tonight.” He observed.

“Well, the guy I have been crushing on and dating just made a heartfelt declaration of his attraction to me so I’m feeling my best.”

“About time that he did, honestly. Will this guy have the honor of being officially your boyfriend if he asked tonight?”

Your eyes widened. “That depends. Is he going to ask right now?”

“He’s about to. Just after he stops pretending that he’s pertaining to another guy and not himself.”

Another laugh and you were kissing him again, Sirius holding onto you tightly as he kept you in his embrace.

“Be mine?” he murmured against you, drawing his head back a little so he could stare directly at your eyes.

You smiled. You were on cloud nine; there was nothing that could ruin your entire year. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Sirius leaned for a longer kiss, much longer than the one you just shared earlier. He thought of how he could stay all night like this, how he might have to fake sickness just to ditch quidditch practices so he wouldn’t have to wake up so damn early, but before he could seriously contemplate it, you retracted your mouth from his and was telling him that he should go back to sleep because he had a tiring day ahead of him.

He frowned, wanting to kiss you again but you shook your head, evading his advances and giggling. “Sirius, you have practice in a few hours,” you told him again, “and I have to finish my essay too. You should head back.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

“But—”

“No, no.” You stood up and pulled him with you. “As your girlfriend now, my opinion holds more bearing, so when I say that you should go back to sleep—”

“I should follow you?” he finished, allowing you to lead him back to where the boy’s dormitory is headed.

You grinned, teasing. “Only if you want to, of course.”

He snorted. “You promise not to stay up too late? Because as your boyfriend, I should be entitled to stop you from making bad decisions as well.”

“Yes, I won’t. You have my word.”

“Good.” Sirius pecked your lips. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

An even bigger grin made its way to your features. “Goodnight. I’ll see you at lunch?”

He nodded. “You’ll probably catch me standing at the Gryffindor table too. I have to announce to the whole school that you’re my girlfriend. Can’t have anyone thinking you’re still available, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would.”

“Sirius.”

“Goodnight. Dream of me, would you?” He snickered, abruptly rushing to the dormitory and leaving you there, speechless.

You were positive that he was only bluffing to tease the hell out of you who was not a fan of too much attention, but somehow, considering Sirius’ track record of being mischievous, you suddenly feared that he was not bluffing like you reckoned him to be.

Not to mention that he could be really petty at times too, and given that a lot of students still did not believe that a person like him would like a person like you, making a dramatic proclamation of how much he liked you and how much he hated those who couldn’t keep their idiotic opinions to themselves would certainly make a point.

For some reason, you found yourself smiling at the idea, secretly pleased that you had Sirius—the person you were now sure would move the earth and moon for you if that was what you wanted.

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[lottiecrabie]

pfms matty taking reader trick or treating because she was never allowed to celebrate halloween growing up since her parents said it was the devils holiday blah blah

pfms crumb for u all

it’s october 31 and matty waits for her in the most undedicated devil costume. he wears his usual attire; some ripped, black clothes, as well as a pair of dollar tree red horns. black nailpolish and eyeliner is the most effort he’s put in his little get-up, and even that’s not far off from half of his basement shows.

he leans against the side of his van, several houses away. around him, small children and overrun adults roam the streets. there’s a shield of safety to the pumpkins and jolly ‘trick or treat’s; with everyone wearing a mask, they can be whoever they want.

she practically skips to him, licking the smile of her teeth. ‘you’re still not funny,’ she chastises, though the amusement betrays her voice.

‘what?’ matty grins. ‘it’s fitting. i’ve been told i’m the devil incarnate before.’

‘oh, my gosh. i did not say that, you dramaqueen.’

matty draws a hand out, catching hers and drawing her to him. she balances herself with two hands on his shoulders, blinking up at him. here she goes again, practically begging him to kiss her with some flutter of eyelashes.

‘i like the halo,’ he says, flicking it. she scowls, replacing the halo again. ‘you look cute.’

‘thanks.’

his hand drops to her waist, burning at the flimsy fabric. ‘we better not stain this dress. they won’t be able to recognize your costume then, angel.’ she flushes, thinking of that first party— and many more since. you hide in the crook his neck and he roars out a laugh, throat vibrating where her nose burrows. she smiles softly, kissing it. ‘i’ll keep my hands off, but i don’t know if we can trust you…’

‘hey,’ she says, looking up.

‘you’re impossible when you’re drunk.’

‘me?’ she says in faux-affront, as though she didn’t become some sort of superhuman glue any time red wine lingered on her tongue, sticking and sticking to his side.

‘alright, let’s go before george accuses us of ditching setting up to fool around.’

she snorts. ‘what could have possibly given him that idea, right?’ matty smirks, rounding the car. she holds the door handle, watching the little princesses and marios knocking on doors, sugared-up gullets smiling wide. something pinches in her heart. she bites her cheek, then sighs, opening the car door and stepping through.

‘what?’ matty says immediately, always some strange way of reading her. it doesn’t spook her nearly as much as it used to, doesn’t unnerve her from the inside-out.

‘nothing,’ she waves away. ‘it just seems fun.’

he frowns. ‘what does?’

‘being all dressed-up, going door to door, asking for candies.’ she vaguely gestures outside. on the sidewalk, a mother high-fives a tiny witch, rubbing her hair with a laugh.

‘you’ve never trick-or-treated?’

she gives him a deadpan look. ‘you mean the devil’s holiday that encourages gluttony and demonic activities?’ halloween was spent the same every year; hiding in a silent house with the lights off and the blinds shut, as though evil spirits could sense them through the cracks and rob their soul if they dared acknowledge it.

matty’s eyes soften at her. he reaches a hand out, warming her thigh. ‘well, i’m the devil,’ he waves to his silly horns, ‘so we have to celebrate.’

she gives him a humorous look. ‘what? go trick-or-treating at our age?’

he nods solemnly. ‘yes.’

‘what about the party?’

matty waves her away, already getting out of the car. ‘who cares?’

‘well, george.’ still, she’s opening the door, a giddy energy in her limbs. she jumps out as matty retrieves two plastic bags from the back of his dirty van.

‘c’mon,’ he says, already walking towards the first house of the street she runs behind him, laughing.

‘are we really doing this?’ she whispers, like this was a crime.

‘why wouldn’t we?’

he walks the stairs decidedly, uncaring of the looks parents give him. she pinches her thumb awkwardly, though not enough to hurt. she stands on the porch, unsure. she throws him a glance; he rings the doorbell.

a flushed-cheeked woman opens up. her eyes draw up to their height, a surprised oh leaving her mouth. matty stares at her. her eyes widen before she smiles at the woman. ‘trick or treat?’ her grin stretches strangely over her lips, as though it, too, didn’t know if it should be here.

the woman grins. ‘still kids at heart, huh?’

‘that’s right, ma’am,’ matty nods.

in their stretched out bags, she drops three pieces of candies each. this time, her grin brightens her face. ‘thanks!’

‘have a goodnight, kids!’ the woman cheers, then closes the door.

‘i can’t believe we did that,’ she whispers to him, jumping down each stair. matty laughs, shaking his head. he reaches into his bag, pulling out a lollipop, taking off the plastic, and sucking it into his mouth. her eyebrows raise. ‘you’re not gonna wait?’

‘why would i?’

decidedly, she takes a mini pack of gummy bears, ripping it open and biting off the first one’s head. the sugar fills her mouth. she laughs. ‘oh, this is fun.’

‘yeah?’

she smiles at him. ‘yes. thanks.’

he grins, throwing an arm around her shoulder and tugging her to his side. ‘anything for you, angel.’ they walk up the stairs of the next house.

[avatarmerida]

A Reliable Source

This is a deleted scene from the fake dating huntlow fic I’m working on rn that doesn’t make sense with the direction I decided to go in but I still really like it so y’all can have it as a treat if you want. 

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 “Listen Blondie,” snarled Boscha, slamming Hunter’s locker closed before he could finish gathering the books he needed as she pointing her finger menacingly in his face. “You’re gonna do my Isles History homework for a week or else.”

“Or else what?” Hunter snarled back, reopening his locker to finish collecting his stuff having no intention of fearing or helping the bully in front of him.

“Or else I’ll tell the whole school you’ve got a crush on half-a-witch Willow,” finished Boscha smugly, crossing her arms.

“Don’t call her that,” he said, his voice low and serious as he went to walk away before he stopped himself, having registered what else she had said. “And please don’t say anything.” he added quietly, something more bubbling beneath the surface of his request as his hand fidgeted at his side.

“Well, if you don’t want everyone thinking you’re-.”

“- because if she hears it from you, she’ll never believe it’s true!” Hunter cut her off in a small panic.

“Wait, what?” The entitled and confident smiled fell from her face. 

“She won’t believe it, she’ll think it’s another dumb rumor you’re trying to spread!” Hunter said, more to himself than to her as he bit his knuckle,  processing the severity of Boscha’s threat.

“You... want her to believe it?” Boscha asked, truthfully never expecting this as a possibility. But Hunter didn’t hear her, he was far too caught up in the possibility of his carefully crafted plans to confess being undone in a second by the pink haired menace. “Um, hello? Stop ignoring me!”

“Maybe she won’t hear it,” reasoned Hunter, trying to steady his breathing. “Ugh, I haven’t finished the jacket I was gonna give her! I thought I had more time! It’s too early for the gromposal, but maybe she’ll tune it out when she hears your name come up then she won’t think-.”

“Excuse me, I was in the middle of blackmailing you,” said Boscha, her voice high pitched and annoyed as she waved her hand in front of his eyes to get his attention back on her. “Are you saying you don’t want me telling the whole school you have a crush on half-a-witch Willow because… you actually do?”

“Well duh!” He said, rolling his eyes. He thought it had made the fact clear to everyone but Willow, who he had planned to tell in an elaborate confession worthy of her.  “I wouldn’t lie about that!”

“And you’re not... embarrassed by it?”

Hunter looked at her like she had just said the most absolutely ridiculous thing he had ever heard, because she had. “Why would I be?” he asked. “I mean, sometimes feel sweaty and nervous about it, but never embarrassed.”

Boscha wasn’t used to being accused of telling the truth so she did not have a snarky response ready. She struggles to see how she could twist this to her advantage, starting another rumor stating the opposite seemed redundant and didn’t have her usual humiliation factor. 

“Well, I-.”

“Considering you still call her that awful name, she has no reason to believe anything you say is true.” continued Hunter. “But I guess a broken clock is right twice a day, even a clock as rude and obnoxious as you.”

“Hey!” she spat, furious that her plan was crumbling and she would most likely end up doing her own homework. “I-I can still ruin you!”

Hunter gasped. She was right. If Willow heard that Boscha was the source of the news of his crush of her, she’d dismiss it as one her lies! She might even think the opposite was true, considering the amount of lies Boscha was known for. There was a chance Willow might think he only liked her the way he liked Gus or Luz. Or even worse: the way he liked Amity. 

Purely platonic. 

No, he couldn’t bare the idea that she felt his feelings for her stopped at friendship when they were so much more advanced than that. 

“You can’t start the rumor if I tell her first!” Hunter declared loudly, pointing his finger at Boscha before turning to sprint down the hall at full speed. He half expected her to try and race him as his teleporting ability kicked it to help jumpstart him, leaving her equally confused and bitter as she watched her plan backfire before all three of her eyes.

The boy appeared before her once more in a flash of gold, his brown eyes turning from panic to fury as he said in a tone he had not used since he was actively the Golden Guard: “Also, DON’T call her half-a-witch!”

He disappeared once more as he teleported to his destination, his mind racing with how to cram the elaborate confession/grom proposal/flyer derby captain jacket reveal he had planned for weeks into a few sentences. The most important thing was he get far ahead of any rumors that could ruin the credibility of the statement. Had he only known today would be the day, he would’ve done something different with his hair! Titan, he certainly would’ve had more plant glyphs ready!

Boscha remained by his locker, her mouth agape like she was trying to catch flies as she yelled in frustration to no one.

“What the heck just happened???”

[my-blind-album]

Queen Ravenna x Fem!Witch!Reader - She's a Witch!

Struggling in the grip of the strong men who held me by my wrist, I screamed and pleaded with them to let me go, but it was worthless. The large gold doors swung open, revealing the one and only Queen sitting comfortably on her high throne. Her brother stood near her, holding a large scroll in his hands, and began to read it out. “Y/n Y/l/n, a female aged twenty-seven, is being accused of being a witch by the local village, who say they experience bad luck whenever they walk by her.” “That’s a false report; I’m not a witch!” I shout. The Queen looked me directly in the eye; the look on her face was unreadable.

“A witness from the village has been brought to explain their case.” A red-haired woman walks into the room with a hairless cat in her arms. “Your Majesty, I was minding my own business down the River Lake road when I passed by a small hut within the forest. Curiosity got the best of me, and I walked slowly to try and see who it belonged to, and I spotted Y/n. I was about to greet her till I saw what looked like purple dust forming in her hand, and then the hut disappeared, like magic.” The Queen’s gaze shifted from the red-haired woman to me. “I gasped when I saw her performing such witchery, and she heard me, turned around, and cast some sort of spell on my cat, and it lost all of it’s hair.” She lifted her cat up for the Queen to see.

“Miss Y/l/n, do you agree that what Miss Herb has just told us is true?” said the Queen’s brother, who I suppose was her apprentice. I was about to speak, but the look in the Queen’s eyes told me not to. My silence caused the red-haired woman to speak out. “See! She’s guilty; she’s not even trying to defend herself!” I was holding back the urge not to use an unforgivable curse on her if she didn’t shut her mouth. “Like every witch, we should burn her to hell!” The patience within me was replaced with rage as I lifted her cat into the air until it was a few inches from the ceiling. “That’s enough, Miss Y/l/n.” Said the Queen, and while smirking, I replied. “With pleasure, my Queen.” I let go of the cat and it was falling down, but the red-haired woman unfortunately caught her cat before it could land. “What a pity.” I sigh under my breath. The red-haired woman just glares at me but leaves as the Queen demands her to.

“Miss Y/l/n, you are charged with two months of imprisonment and any refusal of your punishment shall increase to your time in the dungeons, are we clear?” “Yes, my Queen.” I said seductively to which she responded with an eye roll. “Guards take her to the dungeons.” she says, massaging her temples.

I was tied onto a chair within the dungeons for what felt like eternity till the guards opened my cell and untied me while holding onto my wrists and leading me out of the dungeons. They took me to a door I was familiar with and opened it to reveal the Queen standing at the center of the room with her back towards us but she knew it was us. “Guards, you may leave.” The guards removed their grasp on my wrist and left after whispering to me ‘Good Luck’.” “Thanks, guys.” I gave them a small smile and watched as they closed the door. “Y/n, what did I tell you last time,” “You said not to cause trouble or get noticed using my magic,” “And did you do that?” “No but I would like to apologize for my reckless behavior, Ravenna,” “Don’t call me by that name.” I scoffed at her attitude and made my way towards her with her back still facing me. “I’m sorry, my love, I was scared that she was an intruder; I didn’t know she was from the village. Please don’t shut me out like this; it’s killing me.” She finally turns my way and locks eyes with me. “Good, you deserve a punishment after breaking your promise.” She was about to turn her back to me again, but I grabbed onto her arm, pulling her closer to me. Then I put my hands on her waist to ensure that she wouldn’t leave my grip.

“Come on, my love, I really am sorry.” “You didn’t seem sorry, when you lifted that woman’s cat into the air and completely made it hairless and when you tried to seduce me with that tone.” “Okay, I admit the lifting into the air was my fault but I turned the cat hairless by accident, I heard a sound behind me in the forest and I got frightened so I was trying to defend myself and for my seductive tone, you can’t blame me there, you know you enjoy it when I talk to you like that.” Her cheeks turned to a rosy pink as she recalls all the times I used that tone with her. “I’m still upset with you.” “Then let me make it up to you.” “How exactly?”. The smirk on my lips and the look of lust in my eyes told her exactly what I was planning and she returned the smirk as well. “Well then, I accept.”

Author's note: this is an apology for my long absence, my keyboard wouldn't work and needed repairing, lucky it's fixed as you can see and I can continue making my fanfics and writing those I promised and got requested to do!

[sumtheamazinglysickauthor]

My Medicine - A Xyx Fanfic

"Achoo!” The sneeze came right out of you as you sniffled for a few minutes. Your nose was blocked and was it just you or was it really cold in here? You were so exhausted, too.

“Love, guess who’s back from work~” You hear your husband call out. You’d usually get up and run to him, but you didn’t have the energy. Still, didn’t mean you wouldn’t try. You got up, barely, and put a blanket over your body then proceeded to try to walk outside of your room.

“Doll?” Xyx’s eyes had a hint of worry in them, “You alright?”

“Oh- Yeah! I’m fi-” several coughs come out before you can even finish your sentence. Xyx rushes to your side, checking your temperature

“Oh baby. Looks like someone’s caught a cold.” He says, “And she decided to start walking around instead of resting in her bed.

“Hey! Forgive me for wanting to see my husband. Hmph.” You say, but not without some more coughs coming out of you.

Xyx lets out a chuckle, “You’re forgiven. If you wanted to see me, you could’ve just texted so. Would’ve saved me from an awfully boring meeting with a client, for a day at least. I know you always miss my sexy face.”

“Forget I said anything.”

Before you could say anything else, Xyx starts carrying you, taking you to bed.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Don’t act like we’ve never done something like this, love” He smirks.

You felt the sheets behind you as Xyx gently places you on the bed. You knew you were blushing. You also knew why you started feeling a little warm.

“Now, you stay there alright? I’ll be right back.” he leaves and you watch, wishing you could just grab his hand and ask him to stay. You wanted to ask him to hold you tight, kiss you, and tell him that you didn’t need anything else. If only it was just the sickness talking. It definitely wasn’t.

A few moments go by and you groan, wondering where Xyx is. It felt like it had been hours since he left. How come he gets to go away like that when he just came back? Unfair.

Unfair is just another type of fair you remember Xyx say. You smile thinking of the video calls you guys have had. You’ve come so far from that.

You feel something fluffy under you. You looked and found Cat beneath your blanket. You slowly sit up, bringing them to your lap and petting them. They used their paws to push you down a bit, as if they know you’re sick and are trying to tell you to lie down. You do as told because why wouldn’t you? Cat was too cute for you to say no to anything. You giggle thinking of the time Xyx said Cat was just some stray

“And what’re you laughin’ about?” you see your husband at the doorway, carrying a tray with soup, some medicine, and a glass of water to you. You sit up again and smile.

“Just this lil thing called nunya” you manage to say.

“You dag.” He snickers, before walking towards you and placing the tray on the nightstand, “Drink this and take the medicine.”

“Are you trying to poison your own wife” you dramatically gasp. The sickness was really taking over you. “How could you do such a thing! And I thought you loved me.”

“Oh, m’lady… My deepest, most sincere apologies for not being clearer. For this isn’t poison, but a cure for your deadly disease” Xyx plays along, making you giggle.

“Aren’t you allergic to sincerity?” you raise a brow.

“You’re right. What sort of spell did you cast on me then?”

“Are you calling me a witch?”

“You have some serious gall to accuse me of such a crime. Where’s your testimony? Your evidence?”

You glare at him before smirking and blowing a kiss.

The man is a bit flustered at first, but gives you a smug look. He leans in for a kiss, but your index finger stops him from doing so.

“Nuh uh. I’m not gonna get you sick too.”

“I’m not gonna get sick from a kiss, doll.”

“We will literally share–” you pause from a moment, blushing a bit, “y-you know… And that means we’ll be sharing germs and bacteria and that’ll make you sick and–” before you finish your sentence, Xyx grabs the hand that stopped him from giving you a smooch.

“What a travesty.” he says before cupping your face and kissing you. It was warm and nice and you didn’t want to end it. You knew you should’ve because Xyx would have a chance of getting catching the same cold, but could anyone blame you? How were you supposed to pull away when he was this addicting.

When the two of you finally pulled away to breathe, you looked at him with a pout. “Okay, now you’re probably going to get sick and it’ll be all my fault.”

“I wouldn’t mind chucking a sickie for you, doll,” he winks, “and don’t blame me when you’re the one who blew me a kiss. It was bad enough that I already wanted to kiss you.”

You felt warm at the confession. Xyx being your husband didn’t make things any easier. You could never get used to the things he says.

“Now, love, drink the soup before it gets cold. Or I could always make you drink it… I have my ways.” his voice was deeper now, and you just gulped.

“Okay okay! I’m drinking it- Sheesh.”

You took the soup from the nightstand, taking a sip of it. It tasted warm and amazing. You recognized it to be your favorite and smiled before taking the medicine and drinking the water. Honestly, what would you do without Xyx?

“Thank you…” you clear your throat, “for this. It’s really helping with my throat.”

Xyx smiled at you, “Well I am your hero, babe.”

“Oh my knight in shining armor! How can I ever repay you?”

“I can think of a few ways…”

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your grin, “I take it back. I don’t need to repay you.”

“Well, too bad there are no takebacks then.” he grins.

“Whatever. I’m tired. Get in bed, I want cuddles.”

Xyx chuckles, “So demanding, aren’t you?”

“Oh don’t act like you never are.”

“Can’t recall.”

“Xyx, please” you whine.

“Fine. Since you said please so sweetly.”

He lays next to you and you immediately hug him. Cat was now sleeping on one of your legs, but you carefully put the other onto Xyx. The two of you look at Cat, who seemed peaceful at the moment, before looking back at eachother. Honestly, you felt cured.

“Are you sure you’re not my medicine? I seem to be feeling better already.” you look into his deep emerald eyes.

“Is that so? Should I get closer to you then maybe?”

“Maybe you should.”

His laugh is soft and warm. It was so cozy. It felt like… home. You could stay like this forever and never leave.

“I love you, Xyx” you confess, like you have a million other times.

“I love you too, doll” his voice is deep and so sincere you could never doubt it.

You are my medicine

[tealeafgrimm]

Wrongly Accused

Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You didn't like him. And for a good reason. At least that's what you thought. But as it turns out, the reason for your quarrel is not his fault at all.

A/N: I am so sorry! I'm very stressed with my job at the moment and just can't find enough time to write. I really want to get back to my schedule, but for now I think I'll just post whenever I can. So please bear with me. I hope you still enjoy this one-shot.

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That was just your luck. Of all people, you had to work with HIM. Of all the people in the class, he was the one. You didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry. If you hadn't been completely wrong, you could have sworn that Professor McGonagall had even smiled slightly when she had read out your names. The old witch knew exactly what she had done. You were sure of that.

While the whole school (apart from maybe the Slytherins) loved the Weasley twins, you were at war with them. Well, actually, only with Fred Weasley. Since your first year at Hogwarts, you couldn't stand each other and you always clashed. And he was the one you were supposed to be with, preparing your transformation project? You would have been better off with Moaning Myrtle. You'd have been able to stand her better than Fred Weasley's face.

And Fred, too, was thunderstruck at the mention of your name as his project partner. While his twin brother laughed, Fred gave you a scathing look, which you were only too happy to return.

"Now that the groups have been divided, please get together to discuss the next steps. Remember, the grade of the project is one third of the final mark. Therefore, I advise you to make an effort. Transformation classes will be cancelled for the next three weeks so that you can use the time to complete your project. If you have any questions or problems, please see me in my office hours," Professor McGonagall announced, before gesturing for you to get together in your respective partner groups.

Neither Fred nor you moved. Only when Angelina Johnson hinted to Fred that she needed his space to work with George did he reluctantly stand up. Inwardly you grinned that he had to make the first move. Your pride wouldn't have allowed it. With an expression on his face as if he had been told he was to spend the next three weeks alone with Professor Snape, he dropped into the chair beside you without saying a word.

There was an unsettling silence between you before you decided to say something.

"Okay, listen Weasley. I know you don't care about your grade. But I do. And I'm not going to let your incompetence get me a bad grade at the end of the semester, understand? So, if you still want to enjoy your life, I suggest you follow my rules and at least use your remaining brain cells on this project."

"And why should I do that?" asked Fred, annoyed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Because you don't want to know what happens if you don't. I'll meet you in that empty classroom on the third floor during normal hours, understand?"

"Like I'm scared of you," he laughed maliciously, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, I never said anything about being scared. But I happen to know all those secret passages you always use. And it really would be a shame if the teachers knew about them, wouldn't it. And I also know that the little 'accident' the Slytherins had last week wasn't Peeves' fault. Maybe I should clear that up sometime too," you hissed at him. With satisfaction, you could see the colour drain from Fred's face.

“You wouldn’t”, Fred hissed. “Try me and find out”, you shrugged your shoulders, clearing your desk, ready to leave the classroom. “Don’t be late Weasley.”

~~~

You didn't know how you had survived the next few days without being at each other's throats. But with each day your emotions bubbled more and more.

After barely a week, you finally had enough.

"Say that again and I swear to you Weasley, you'll wish you'd never been born!"

"Sitting here with you makes me wish that all the time!"

"You're such an ignorant idiot do you know that? Life is not just a joke!" Your voice was getting louder and louder and you could hear the vein at your temple throbbing.

"And you're obnoxious! Do you even have friends at this school? I don't think anyone likes you anyway!"

"I have friends! Imagine being friends with people without constantly doing something at someone else's expense!"

"You're one to talk! You're always up in my business!"

"Well, YOU deserve it! After all, you started it!"

For a few seconds Fred looked at you in amazement before exploding.

"I started it? You're just way too sensitive. How vindictive are you? Just because I threw food at you once when I wanted to hit Lee?!"

Now you were speechless. Perplexed, you looked at Fred.

"What are you talking about?" Your voice took on a normal pitch.

"Well, the first year Halloween feast? George and I wanted to start a food fight. I wanted to throw mashed potatoes at Lee, you leaned forward over the table and I hit you right in the face?"

You remembered the situation that you hadn't thought about it in ages and began to laug out loud.

"I haven't thought about that at all!", you snorted as Fred looked at you open-mouthed.

"I don't understand. I thought that was the reason we were fighting?", he finally asks as you wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye.

"What, I wouldn't have been mad about that! I'm all about that Potions lesson where you deliberately threw that stinky tincture at me that made me come out with pustules all over my face!"

Now it was Fred who started laughing.

"Oh, you think that's funny huh?" you asked angrily. You had spent hours in the hospital wing before Madame Pomfrey could make the painful pustules disappear.

"That wasn't me! That was George!", Fred finally replied, trying to suppress another laugh.

"That wasn't you at all? It's still not funny!

"I'm sorry, you're right. I just can't believe that all this time we thought the origin of everything was two completely different things. And in the end, I wasn't even involved. And just so you know, George felt awful afterwards, he just thought your hair was changing colour. He wanted to apologise but he didn't know what to say."

For a while you sat next to each other without saying anything. Finally Fred held out his hand to you. Wonderingly you looked at him.

"Well, I guess now that we know that I never actually did anything to you, we can bury the war hatchet, can't we?" he asked and winked at you.

"Hmm, I don't know, depends a bit on how the mark turns out for our project," you replied, smiling at him before returning his handshake.

"I still think you're taking the whole grade thing too seriously. Maybe we should just..." But before he could finish his sentence, you raised your hand to silence him.

"Don't finish that sentence Weasley. You may not have done anything then, but that doesn't mean I can't change my mind. So get to work and you're not dismissed until we finish the assignments."

[merci-bitch]

There's barely any Andromache fics and i want to read more.So this popped into my head.

So before Andy and Y/n were accused of being witches(Y/n take Quuynh's place) then instead of sinking them into the sea they actually just take Y/n to the other side of the world.After Hundreds of years Nile becomes an immortal.What they didn't know was Y/n was actually Niles best friend and They Reunite. Then the rest is your imagination to make.

I just want it to be really Angsty then just pure fluff when they meet eachother again. And maybe even throw a little spice😉.

ANYWAYS♡♡♡♡i love your works and i hope you have a great day

Now, I can’t tell you how long I’ve worked on this. I haven’t written anything this long since I wrote for Addison. I won’t say how many words but it was 16 long pages. 16. 

I really liked the idea, and I hope I’ve done it justice! 

Not my gif !

Come Whatever, Come What May

Andromache the Scythian x fem!reader

Warning(s): torture, a little swearing, lots of angst, mention of death, blood, small hint of NSFW, fluff

It was you and her. 

It had always been you and Andromache. Why should it change now? Sure, knowing the circumstances. You were both “witches” as the people called you. You couldn’t die. You’d lived many lives, many of them together with Andromache. So why should it change now? You weren’t afraid. You were with her. Your love. Your other half. despite the chains holding you up against the wall, and the dirt covering your faces. You had her, and she had you. 

“I’ve never been burned alive before. What do you think it is going to be like?” You asked. Your face is covered in dirt and sweat. A smile on your lips as you turned your head towards Andromache. 

“Excruciating,” Andromache said before she turned her head towards you. Giving you her signature smile. Enough to light up a whole room. Despite the dim light from the fire. You both shared a little laugh. You turned your head and looked out into the room. The walls of stone were covered in dirt. As you did, Andromache kept looking at you. Her wide smile turned soft. You turned your head back to her. Your eyes stare into hers. 

“Just you and me.” You whispered.

“Until the end.” She replied softly. 

The moments after were always a nightmare for Andromache. She remembers everything. As if she failed you. When they walked in with a priest, him holding the crucifix against his chest. She remembers looking at you, seeing you calm. You always surprised her. Then suddenly, they unlocked the chains that held you to the wall, pulling you up, but they didn’t do the same to her. The wall suddenly opened as two doors and outside was a shout from the people of the village. A wagon was waiting. The door opened, although it looked more like a cage. She still remembers your sudden scream. She remembers how you started struggling against the men holding you. How she stood up herself. How she tried to get to you, tried to break free of the chains holding her to the wall. 

“Where are you taking her?” Andromache asked the priest who approached her. Holding the crucifix close to his chest.

“You are too powerful together. For creatures such as you, there is no salvation.” He spoke. His tone was not weary but showed he had the power. She still remembers that look in his eyes as he separated you. She still remembers how four men suddenly carried you towards the wagon. How you screamed and struggled against them and how she was helpless. She still remembers screaming after you. How you screamed her name in fear. For the first time since she’d found you. 

“Y/N!” She screamed. Trying to get loose from the chains, even though she knew she wouldn’t get loose. She still remembers how her wrists burned against the metal. How she bled. She still remembers how you cried for her. 

“Andromache!”

She remembers it all. How they took you from her, and how she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t save you. The doors closed and Andromache was left in the dark. Alone for the first time in centuries. She remembers how she fell to her knees, how the blood from her wrists stained the ground and her gown. She suddenly felt too weak to cry. The tears streamed down her cheeks silently. She remembers how she lost you forever. She remembers it all.

-

It still haunted you. You remembered it all. How could you not? It was like living a nightmare. Not just being taken from Andromache but all those years of being locked in a cage and tortured on the other end of the world. It had taken years, if not decades. You’d searched for her for a long time. It broke your heart every time you came up empty-handed. You couldn’t find her. Was she looking for you? You hoped she was. Hoped that one day you would be able to see those eyes of hers again. Be able to see that smile you loved, but not all dreams come true. You’d given up. You felt hopeless. You’d run dry on ideas to find her. You hoped for a miracle someday. 

A miracle comes in different waves. You started living, despite the guilt you lived with. You tried to settle down. Did the only thing you knew now that you were good at? Fighting. You joined the army, or well you joined the training. At first, you kept to yourself, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to mingle. It made you question why you had made this choice in the first place. You quickly rose in favour of the general. You were famous around the camp for her quick movements. You could thank Andromache for that. 

You meet a younger girl. Her name is Freeman, Nile Freeman. At first, you’d tried to ignore her friendly gestures. It worked until you had been paired up as partners. You couldn’t help but find her rather comforting, and sooner than later she became your friend. Something you never thought you’d have again. She lifted you. You were grateful for that. You two became a pair. A good team. It reminded you of you and Andromache. It made your heart extra sore at times. Knowing you’d possibly never see her again. The world had grown to an insane amount of people. It was both impossible and possible to disappear into the world you were living in today. Nile helped you disappear into a new world. 

She talked and you listened. She often talked about her family. How she was proud to follow in her father’s steps. You had no problem listening. Nile didn’t seem to mind either, till one night when she suddenly asked you about your life before the training camp. You were a little taken aback. What were you to say? You couldn’t exactly say you’d fought millions of battles alongside the longstanding warrior herself. You hadn’t thought up a story. 

“Well, there isn’t much to tell,” You said, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Come on Y/N. There must be something you can tell me.” Nile had jokingly said. You gave her a soft smile. “Well, I guess there is one thing I can tell.” You said slowly. 

“Yeah! Do tell. I’m all ears.” Nile said with a smile as she sat more comfortably on the bed. 

“There was this woman. She and I meet a long time ago and we grew very close, but we lost contact many years ago. It was always just me and her. We did everything together. She was a real fighter. She taught me how to fight. She saved my life.” You said with a soft smile. Your heart ached as you remembered your times with Andromache. 

“What happened to her?” Nile asked. A great concern in her tone. She touched your arm and squeezed it. 

“Life, I guess. We were pulled apart by a world that thought we didn’t belong together. I lost her.” You said slowly. Feeling your heart crumble. Nile pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back. “Life is cruel, and you didn’t deserve it. I hope you find her one day, or I will.” She said sternly. You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before you. You were glad Nile had wormed her way into your heart. It did you good to laugh again. 

-

Training continued but something changed. You were “damaged” in a fight and were sent to the hospital wing. You knew it had healed before you even got there but played the part. Having played it many times before. It cost you, and you were told you wouldn’t be sent out in action. A part of you felt relief. You wouldn’t have to play God on the battlefield, but you had heard Nile was being sent out to Afghanistan. You felt proud of your friend. Nile was a great warrior.  

You were still in the hospital wing when she came to say goodbye. You gave her your necklace. One of the few things you had left from Andromache that wasn’t taken from you. It had brought you luck and kept you safe. You wanted it to do the same for her. You gave It to her with a soft smile. “See it as a lucky charm. It’ll keep you safe.” 

-

It had been a few months. You were sent home and Nile had been sent to war. It was late at night, and you’d just fallen asleep when you woke up as if someone knocked the air out of you. A special dream had clouded your head. You knew what it meant, but it had been so long. Nearly 200 years since the last. You’d never meet the people. One day the dreams just stopped. The strange thing about this dream, if not a disturbing thing was that it was Nile.

She had become one of you. You wanted to scream and cry. Why? Why her? Why now? She looked like she had been in some sort of hospital wing. Had she gotten hurt? You couldn’t understand what was happening. 

It wasn’t long until you got the call saying Nile was killed in action. It didn’t make any sense. She couldn’t die now, could she? Where had she gone off to then?

-

Andy had just closed her eyes when a sudden dream appeared. Waking her, along with the others in shock. As they all woke, they felt the loss of air. Andy sat herself straighter up against the wall as the dream continued. Panic started to flow through her as she went through her hair with her fingers. Shaking her head in disbelief. Booker opened his mouth and poured the alcohol in. 

“No. No, not another one. Not now.” She said.

“It was a woman. A black woman.” Nicky said. 

“I saw an older woman in a hijab. What did you see?” Joe said as he scribbled down in his notebook, turning to Booker. 

“I saw…I saw part of a name tag.”

“Uh, yeah. Free…free something.”

“Yeah.”

“Dirt floor, clay walls.” Nicky cut in.

“And a medevac,” Booker added.

“Yeah, so maybe a, uh…a coalition…uh medical team,” Joe said, writing it down. 

“The knife was a pesh-kabz. Pashtun.” Nicky said as Joe started to draw the woman they’d seen. Booker groaned as he rubbed his throat. “I felt her die.”

“She’s a Marine.” Andy suddenly said. “Combat. Or near-combat duty. Afghanistan.” She spoke. Shaking her head as she finished. “It’s been over 200 years. Why now?” Andy said, running her fingers through her hair once again. 

“Everything happens for a reason, boss,” Nicky said, looking at Andy. Andy only scoffed at him. 

“We have to find her,” Joe said, looking up from his drawing. 

“No, we stick to the plan. We find Copley.” Booker argued. 

“So we just leave her out in the open?” Joe replied.

“No, we’re in the open. We’re the ones who are exposed now.”

“Not like her.” Nicky cut in. 

“Nicky- “

“Not like her. You can’t tell me you don’t remember what it was like. Whoever she is, she’s confused, and she’s scared, and she’s more alone than she has ever been in her entire life. We all remember what it was like.” Booker let out a sigh. Nicky looked down at the drawing Joe was making and spoke again, “She needs us.”

Andy hit the trunk with her foot in frustration before getting up. “I’ll handle the retrieval.”

“Hey, boss, come on,” Booker said, looking up at Andy as she placed her backpack on her back. 

“If we’re dreaming about her, she’s dreaming about us. That makes her a beacon straight to us.” 

“What do we do in the meantime?” He asked.

“Get to France. Use the Charlie safe house. I’ll meet you there. Find Copley.”

Joe blew the dust off his painting and ripped the page out and handed it to Andy. Andy took it and looked at it. A pang in her chest as she saw the drawing. “Jesus. She’s just a baby.” Andy then walked towards the door of the train side, opened it, and jumped out. 

-

Nile sat on the bench, leaning back against the tent. A small panic feeling growing in her as she was rocking back and forth. The necklace you gave her worked a little too well. Ironic, isn’t it? It had always been in her pocket and still was. With a shaky hand, Nile put her headphones in and opened iTunes. Goodspeed by Frank Ocean came on. Nile leaned back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the music and lyrics shut everything else out. She felt her chest tighten and a small tremble in her bottom lip. A deep breath after another. 

Andy walked along the side and looked around the corner. She saw the girl sitting up against the wall with headphones in her ears. The girl’s eyes opened, and two soldiers came up to her. 

“Corporal Freeman.”

Andy moved away and pressed herself against the side. 

“Been looking for you.” One of them said. “Wheels on your ride.” He got to say before Andy walked in, knocking down the first and then the second soldier in front of the girl. Nile took the gun from the ground only to have Andy snatch it from her hands and point it at her. 

“Who are you?”

“Andromache the Scythian.” She said before hitting her in the neck with the base of the gun. The younger woman fell to the ground. Andy looked around before looking down at the newbie. “But you can call me Andy.”

-

Andy drove against the desert in the car. Having stuffed the girl in the trunk of the car. One hand on the wheel and the other hanging halfway out the window. Only switching hands so she could reach for a piece of baklava to eat. 

Nile woke up as her body swayed to the ground. Slowly lifting her head, she didn’t recognise where she was. She looked up and saw that very same woman who had knocked her out driving the car. Nile turned herself as she saw the level to open the trunk from the inside. Using what strength she had in her leg, she kicked at it until it opened, slipping out and rolling against the harsh ground. 

Andy looked back as she heard it, pressing the breakers of the car before stepping out. She looked at the girl with a sense of irritation. As the girl got up, she took off her sunglasses and slowly followed behind. As the girl got up, Andy took out her gun and shot her in the back of her head. She put back her gun and walked towards the body. Stopping as she reached it. She shook her head as the wound was still bleeding. “Why does it have to be so goddamn slow the first couple of times?” She said before cracking her neck. Slowly the wound began to heal, and the girl took a deep breath. 

Nile coughed out, slowly turning as she groaned in pain. She looked up and saw the same woman standing above her. Slowly sitting up, moving a few feet away from her she finally spoke up. “You shot me.”

“I did. I need you to get back in the car, please.” She said like it was nothing. 

Nile started breathing heavier. “This isn’t real. No, none of this is real.”

“You haven’t figured this out yet? You can’t die.” The woman said as she grabbed onto her, pulling her up. Nile acted out of instinct and reached for her knife and stabbed the woman in her shoulder. Causing her to shout out. “Fuck!” Andy let out a sigh. Looking over at the girl before she reached for the knife and pulled it out. Throwing it away. “Can you please not do that again.” Nile stepped back and vomited on the ground. Andy closed her eyes to gather herself before opening them again. Jesus. Nile looked over at the woman again, that anxiety still lingering in her chest. “Who are you?”

“I lead a group of immortals. An army, I guess. Soldiers. Fighters like you. Look…You’ve got questions, kid. I get it. You want answers? Get back in the car.” Andy said, before moving back to the car and getting in. the girl followed slowly behind her before she got in herself. 

-

You knew something was wrong when you got the call that Nile had passed in battle. It didn’t make any sense. You saw her in your dreams which could only mean one thing. That she was just like you now. A life not worth living. You wished you’d died all those years ago. Despite having Nile, it was miserable living with the guilt of Andromache. You would never wish this life upon anyone. It was all so strange. It didn’t make any sense. Of course, you hadn’t told Nile about what you were, to be frank, you never knew yourself. What good would she have out of knowing what you were? 

It hadn’t been the best year, neither had the years before. It had been hard to remember what the point was anymore. You’d been walking around confused. But then again, it hadn’t been the worst year. People had treated you like a stranger, but Andromache hadn’t, and neither had Nile. So, to be taken from both felt indescribable. You felt, stuck again. You didn’t believe Nile was dead. Not with the dreams. You felt her die. You felt the blade pierce her sin. You saw a hint of others in the dream, although they were too fuzzy to remember. You wished you had Andromache by your side. She would know what to do. 

You’d spent a few days trying to figure out what to do. You weren’t the best tracker. But you figured that if Nile had died in battle, her family would have deactivated her phone at least on the way back to the US, but it wasn’t. It was in France? But where in France you couldn’t see. You didn’t know how to feel. Was she dead or alive, or immortal like you?

-

Nile woke up gasping for air. Her fist clenched into the covers beneath her. Waking everyone around her, Andy raised her head from where she sat in the living room. 

“What’s going on?” Booker asked, reaching for his gun. 

“What’s happened Nile?” Nicky asked after turning on the small lamp on the shelf. Andy sat in the chair, concern starting to grow on her features. Nile took a deep breath before speaking. 

“It’s just a… a bad dream. I’m sorry.” Nile leaned forward, still gasping for air as she spoke. 

“Tell us,” Nicky said, his eyes adjusting to the light. 

“I saw flashes of it before…when I first dreamt of all of you. But now it’s clearer. I dreamed of a woman thrown into a cage on wheels.”

As Nile started talking about her dream, the name of a woman thrown into a cage on wheels caught Andy’s attention. Her eyes suddenly felt glossy as a pang went through her chest. 

“She kept, screaming. She was dying and dying but kept coming back to life.”

As Nile continued to speak, Andy stood up. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t want to hear it. Nicky and Joe shared a look. 

“She was hammering her bloody fists and legs against whatever man came forward, against the walls of the room she was in.”

Andy slowly walked forward, closing her eyes as Nile kept talking. 

“She felt like something insane, something furious.” 

Andy’s eyes were almost bloodshot red as she stepped up the steps. 

“But she kept fighting…and she kept dying.” Nile let out a small cry as she spoke. 

Andy stood by the wall, looking through the window, keeping her distance. It was you she was talking about. A tear rolled down Andy’s cheek. The rest of the group look at each other before Nicky spoke up. 

 “Her name was Y/N. She was one of us. The first immortal Andy found. They had been alone so long when she found her…Y/N had given up.” 

Nile moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Way back, it was just her and Andy,” Joe said.

 As they continued to talk, Andy sat down, rubbing her eyes clear from the tears that were threatening to come loose. Memories of her and you came flooding back to her. Memories she had tried to block out of her mind. 

 “Before me and Nicky, it was just the two of them. They ran through the world together. Fought thousands of battles side by side. She was a pit viper in a fight.”

Andy looked down at the ground below her, turning her head when Nicky mentioned England. 

 “They were in England. Freeing so-called heretics from the witch trials. But then, Andy and Y/N, they were accused of witchcraft themselves, and they were trapped and caught.”

“When they didn’t die, it proved their case, and they got sentenced again and again.” Joe cut in. 

 Andy felt another tear slip as that night came rolling back into her memories. The night you were taken from her. Your last scream before the doors closed on her was burned in her memory. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it all before her again. Like she was being forced to relive every moment of it. 

 “After Andy escaped, we spent decades searching for her or anyone who could tell us where she was sent to,” Nicky said after a while. Andy couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. For a brick second her façade dropped. the guilt was too strong for her to handle. 

 “She’s lived with that guilt ever since, but she blames herself for Y/N’s fate,” Joe said, pointing out to the other room. Andy stepped in; eyes still red from crying. Gathering the attention of the rest. 

 “Why do you blame yourself?” Nile asked. 

 “I lost a soldier,” Andy said, looking at Nile for a moment before looking elsewhere.

 “I feel her pain. Her rage. She feels crazy.” Nile said, empathy overtaking her words.

Andy looked down to the ground as she leaned against the door. 

 “Over 500 years in a cage…in some shithole across the world…would make anyone insane,” Joe said. 

 “That’s the reason why we dread capture. Spend eternity in a cage.” Nicky added. 

Nile took a deep breath. Suddenly getting up from the bed, brushing past Andy on her way out. Andy shared a look with Joe before making her way after Nile. Grabbing her gun on the way out. 

-

Nile woke up. Another nightmare flooded through her. It was just her and Booker in the cave. Andy wasn’t there. The memories of what happened in the church still haunt her. All those dead bodies in the church. How Andy slayed them herself. 

 Nile walked out of the cave; it was early morning. She didn’t know what the time was, but she knew that much. She saw Andy sitting on the car, eating something. She was holding something in her hand. She made eye contact with Andy before she looked away again. Andy held up the phone in her hand and looked at Nile again. 

 “Your mom and brother?”

 “You have my phone?”

 Nile walked forward and Andy handed the phone to her. Nile sat down next to her and looked down at her lock screen. Her mother and brother smiled back at her. The clock read, 6:31 in the morning. 

 “Where’s your father?” Andy asked. 

 Nile looked up from her phone. “Killed in action when I was 11.”

 Andy nodded her head slowly as Nile spoke. “Here…” Nile said as she unlocked her phone and found a picture of her father to show. “My mom, she was drowning after he died. South side of Chicago, a million different ways we could have went left. But she fought for us. Never backed down. Never let us back down either.” Andy gave her a soft smile. 

 “You come from warriors.”

 “Yeah. I do.” Nile said softly. 

 “I can’t remember what my mother looked like. Or my sisters. None of them.”

 “Time steals it all away, I guess,” Nile said. Andy laughed softly. 

“It’s not what time steals, it’s what it leaves behind,” Andy said as she looked up. For a quick moment, she saw you before her. That smile. It seemed to be the only thing she remembered, but it faded quickly from her memories. “Things you can’t forget. I gave up searching for her.” Nile turned her head as Andy started talking again. “I made Y/N a promise and I broke it.” Nile saw how Andy’s eyes started to glisten in the early morning light. “I’m getting Joe and Nicky back. Whatever it takes.”

 “Whatever it takes?” Nile asked. 

 Andy turned back to look at the younger woman next to her. “Yes.”

 “Guys, I found something. An address just outside of London.” Booker suddenly came out and spoke. Andy got up and took all the wrappers from the chocolate bars she’d eaten and held out her hand for the phone in Nile’s hand. “We gotta go.” Nile took one last look at the photo of her mom and her brother before handing her phone over to her. 

-

It had taken you longer than it should have to figure out where Nile was. You’d found out that according to her phone, they were in the south of Paris. You took yourself there only to be guided to an abandoned church. Planes flying over your head. As you entered, it was dark. It looked like there had been a fight. There was blood on the chairs, and the floor. A wall had exploded. But Nile was nowhere to be seen. Had she been here perhaps?

 You walked further into the room. There was a small kitchen. had someone been living here? 

You walked up the steps and into another room, beds were lying next to each other. Clothes are still on the floors. Had someone been in a rush to leave? You picked up one of the shirts lying on one of the beds, it was dirty. It looked like it had been a woman’s shirt. You couldn’t resist the urge of smelling it, knowing it would perhaps smell like mould. Surprisingly, it didn’t. the smell was familiar to you like you’d met someone before who had the same fragrance. Then it hit you. Like a slap in the face. The smell reminded you of Andromache. Although, that wasn’t possible, was it? 

 When you updated the tracker that was supposed to lead you to Nile you saw it had completely changed location. It was now in London. You cursed yourself for not updating it sooner. You went here for nothing. You dropped the shirt and made your back out of the church. Took a taxi to the airport and tried to figure out where in London they were. But then the tracker disappeared. As if she’d turned off her phone. What were you going to do now?!

-

You were going to kill Nile when you found her. It had been weeks, if not months since the tracker died down on her phone. You had eventually gone to London only to be left dumbfounded. What were you supposed to do here? Then a few days ago the tracker suddenly showed again. This time in Italy, Rome. You arrived here yesterday. Booked in some shitty hotel that wasn’t even worth it. What were you going to say to Nile if you found her? You had to warn her about what she’d become, even if she perhaps just wanted to disappear. 

 With your phone in hand, you walked the small streets of the city, following the tracker. If you were to trust it this time, she was close by. You walked out to an open space with lots of people. Tourists mingled with the people living in the city. You let out a sigh and opened your water bottle and drank from it when something caught your eye. Or rather someone. It was a black woman, wearing what looked like a casual suit and white trainers. Her braided hair was short. And when she turned around, your thoughts were corrected. With fast steps, you marched up to the familiar woman, who now had her back turned to you. 

 “Nile Freeman!” You shouted. 

 She turned around. Shock appeared in her eyes as she saws who called her name. 

 “Y/N?” She asked, not quite believing she’d see you again. 

 You stopped in front of her, being around the same height as her. You weren’t angry, you were more hurt. But then again, you had no reason to be hurt. She had no idea you were like her. Or rather, that she was like you. 

 “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Nile asked, looking around. 

 “Your phone, Nile. I tracked your phone.” You said, rather unimpressed. 

 “Oh, I didn’t know you could do that.” 

“Nile, stop trying to push the subject away. I’m rather exhausted from chasing your arse and we need to talk.”

 Nile looked around again. As if she was looking for someone. 

 “Is everything alright, Nile?” You asked softly, seeing the anxious look on her face. You reached up and gripped her forearm, giving it a soft squeeze. Trying to locate what she was looking for. 

 “Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine Y/N.” She spoke. Her tone was higher than usual. 

 “You sure? You want some water?” You asked, holding up your water bottle. Nile shook her head. Her eyes were stuck somewhere else. “Uh, I have to go now. It was nice seeing you again.”

 With that, she left you. She ran over to two men, who were looking back at you. Both look like big question marks. A woman joined the group. You couldn’t see her face, but she was taller than Nile. She was wearing a grey suit with black booted heels. Her haircut was a mullet. A brown suitcase in hand. You had so many questions as to why Nile was with these people, but the lack of sleep and screaming children on airplanes didn’t help with it. 

 You started walking after them, and then after a short period, you shouted her name again. Causing the whole group to turn around. The woman was wearing big black sunglasses, but you could recognise her anywhere. Even if she covered her eyes. It almost felt too good to be true. As if you were dreaming. Well, if you were you didn’t want to wake up from it. The woman dropped the suitcase. Both of you stood still. She seemed immune to the words asked by the people with her. Suddenly, she started walking towards you. You couldn’t move. You felt as if your feet were glued to the ground as the woman made her way toward you. 

 You hadn’t realised she was so close until you felt her arms around you. A quiet sob escaped your lips as you hugged her back with everything you had in you. “Andromache.” It was a weak whimper. Her hand made its way to the back of your head, holding you even closer to herself. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t be real, not after 500 years apart. 

You pulled apart, only for you to remove her sunglasses. You looked into those eyes you’d missed. Longed for. Her eyes were as red as yours. You leaned your forehead against hers as she cupped both of your cheeks. Andromache said something in what you knew was an ancient language. You knew what it meant and let out a tear chuckle and hugged her again. 

-

Nile took a sip of her drink as she, Nicky, and Joe watched the two of you in the corner. You were sitting in Andy’s lap, a big smile on your face. Andy’s arms around you. She’d never seen Andy smile so much during the time she had known her. It was rather strange but comforting at the same time. 

 “Well, I’d be damned.” She spoke.

 Joe let out a soft chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. Once the two of you had calmed down, you’d come along to the safe house they were staying in. Andy wouldn’t have it any other way. They weren’t complaining. Neither of them had seen Andy like this. Later in the evening, both Andy and Y/N got up from the armchair and left the room. Both Nicky and Joe shared a look. A small grin grew on both their lips. 

-

“You will be sleeping next to me.” 

 “Oh, what a tragedy.” You teased, turning around to face her. Andy shared a teasing smile before she pushed at your shoulder. “You’ve missed it.” Andy rolled her eyes at you before pulling you into another hug. She took a deep breath, your fragrance filling her nostrils. Oh, how she’d missed you. It finally felt right again. She felt right. You leaned your forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. 

 “I love you.”

 Andy smiled softly at you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. The movement caused a faint blush to creep up your neck. from that moment, something changed in the air. You knew Andromache felt it too. Something in her eyes changed. They darkened. Sooner or later, you felt her lips on yours. It was a strange feeling. Something you hadn’t exactly thought of. Your love for her was so great it reached beyond those thoughts. It didn’t stop you from kissing her back. It didn’t stop you from laying with her. Touching her. Letting her touch, you. Her name fell on your lips throughout the darkness of the room. Sweat and pleasure mixed in the air as both your breaths became ragged. She was all you wished for. 

 It was you and her. Until the end. 

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How to Deal with Temper Tantrums

Sam and Dean were parked in a field on the edge of a forest in one of those northern New England states—Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine—didn’t matter which one. The Indian Summer warmth had truly given way to the cold of fall, but their layers were enough for now. Enough for passing the whiskey bottle back and forth while they sat on the hood and breathed in the distant smell of chimneys and their burning logs.

Dean said, apropos of nothing, but really because the looming trees were giving Dean the creeps, “I ever tell you about the time I threw a tantrum at the Sears because Dad wouldn’t let me get any candy?”

Sam looked at Dean and shook his head, always interested in the period before his own memory kicked in.

“I was a total brat, kicking and screaming in the back seat. Dad just got really quiet and drove. That only made me scream more.” He turned to Sam. “You were back at the motel with a babysitter; the daughter of the owner, I think.” Dean looked dreamy. “She used to give me popsicles…”

“What about the tantrum?”

“Right. Dad just drove and drove, and even I couldn’t keep up the carrying-on forever. I remember it started to get dark, and then it got really dark because we were driving through these super tall trees. I didn’t know where we were going, but that was always the case. I knew better than to ask ‘are we there yet?’” Dean took a swig from the bottle. “Finally, we pulled over. Dad got out and opened the back door. He just squatted down and looked at me with this stern expression.”

Sam scoffed; Dad was always stern.

“He said, ‘Dean. There’s a wicked witch in these woods.’ He gestured behind him, but he could have pointed in any direction, we were so far in. ‘This witch, she likes to eat children. Do you know how she chooses which children to eat? She chooses the disobedient ones. The ones who don’t do what their parents say; who throw tantrums; who put their families in danger.’ I was practically pissing myself.”

Sam swore and shook his head. “What a—I’m sorry, Dean. That’s a bullshit way to get your kid to behave.”

Dean looked at Sam. “You’re not getting it. Dad told me this because he was worried. There really was a witch who was stealing disobedient children. It was why we were in town.”

Sam took the bottle back. “Man, our lives are fucked up.”

“You know it. Gimme that bottle back.”

“First, give me a kiss.” Sam held the bottle out of reach. “Wouldn’t want the witch to see you being disobedient.”

No one could accuse Dean of being disobedient—not in this instance, anyway.

For Wincest Wednesdays October 11, "Superstition | In the Woods" @wincestwednesdays

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Klaus x reader Cresent city Chapter 7

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically, Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel X reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count:2,452

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy, Mention of arranged marriages and beer, Klaus being mean

A/N: Hey yawl. I hope you're having a happy Sunday I know it's been a while since I've written for this series. I hit writer's block for a while so for this series which is sad because I love this series. But I've been watching a lot of edits of Hayley and Hope plus Klaus to get me back in so hopefully I'll write more.

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Chapter 7: Cresent City

POV (Y/n)

We found out a lot when we were in the bayou like Celeste and how much Elijah loved her. Hayley saw most of it and I could sense even though she wouldn’t say it she was a little hurt seeing those things. We also met Eve, a woman who was a descendant of our bloodline. She had the same birthmark as us but she had to burn it off just to be safe from vampires. Because Marcel had exiled all werewolves to the bayou our family was trapped in their wolf forms all the time except on the full moon. Hayley and I were brought to the compound and Klaus and I got to have a talk that we needed to have.

We walked in and there were about twenty bodies on the floor with sheets on them. “You seriously want us to stay here!? It's a war zone.” I looked around and it was beautiful. Well you know except for the dead bodies, Klaus points up to a crest on the wall. “Hayley not that it minds you but that is my family’s crest which your sister is carrying so you don’t really have to be here.” He finished with a fake smile. “Why you-” “Hayley I got this why don’t you go pick a room kay.” I gave her a real smile and she glared at Klaus and went to go look. I turned back to him.

“You know you should really try to get along with her she is our daughter’s aunt.” “Yes, well I will when she does.” “Look klaus you either you can try to keep us here or you can be respectful and we all can try to be better for our daughter so she can feel safe.” He thinks about it and seems he can agree with that. “I'll have someone clean that up, why don’t you take Kol's room. It has a fireplace.” He goes to walk away.

“Klaus I'm sorry for what happened in the bayou.” “Did you actually think that?” I had to be honest. “For a second but when I looked and saw your face when you were accused I knew that… this baby means something to you. I believe in you so… don’t let us down.” I grabbed at my small bump and went to go to my room. After that things seemed to be getting worse, Divaina died In the harvest it was horrible. But she was drawing pictures of someone to warn us before she died, a great evil.

I woke this morning to a not-so-pleasant surprise in our main foyer. I walked down the stairs to go to the kitchen when I passed a dead body on the ground, not just anybody but the witch that almost killed the originals. I'm not even surprised at this point. Hayley walks up to me. “Y/n don’t get too close to him.” “I’m assuming this isn’t good.” I mean this man was hellbent on killing the originals when he was powerful and now he’s dead it makes no sense. Diego, one of Marcel’s men, looked like he was calling to tell Klaus and Marcel.

Elijah, Marcel, and Klaus come walking in with a mission guiding them. “Y/n please do not get too close.” Elijah pulled me back. “Well I'm a little curious as to why there is a dead body in our home so forgive me.” I bit back. Elijah looks a little shocked. “Sorry, pregnancy hormones.” Elijah was studying the body. “ Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass? A pipe, perhaps?” I chuckled at that one. “ You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?” “Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep.”

“Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?” Klaus was right when I heard Klaus got hurt it was the first time in a while that I was scared. “Well, don't you look cheery. Listen to this-- A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving a tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux.” Bex walked in. “What?” “Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back-– kill the witch who took her place.” It was nice to see Marcel have hope again.

“I have a theory about who one of them could be. Celeste. I mean, it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us, she was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil is coming.” Hayley brought out these huge drawings of Davaina’s depicting Celeste. “First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores, now your murdered lover is back. This isn't witches attacking vampires. They're declaring war on us.” With Klaus finishing that sentence a chill went down my spine and I grabbed my bump like that would protect her more somehow. 

I was just told by Rebeca that she was going to take us back to the plantation to have us protected. The thing is I didn't want to leave if Klaus was staying. I speed-walked to the parlor the best I could. “I'm not going if you're staying.” “Luv that’s the best place for you.” “What about you?” He just drank his whiskey. “I mean if you can go carelessly play super vamp while some whacked-out witches are out there why can’t I play super wolf?” I didn't know why I was so angry. I mean he had done this a billion times before and after we met so why was I so against him being stupid with his life. “You know why!” “So just because I'm pregnant You can't talk to me about what you're going to do!” “Yes! Because you are, I mean all you are to me is the person who holds my child!” I was hurt in all different ways. “So all I am is just a baby holder nothing else!” And again he starred in his whiskey. “Just remember Klaus that you're not just living for yourself anymore.”

On the way to the plantation, the hormones were raging inside me like never before. I was ready for the fucking party. “I thought I was gonna have to drag you to the plantation kicking and screaming.” Bec said to Hayley I almost did that. “Yeah, well, we all just wanna protect us and the baby, right?” I sarcastically replied and they both gazed at me in confusion. “Hey, I'm on your side, remember? So, what gives?” Hayley answers for us. “Tonight's a full moon, Rebekah.” “So what? she’s preggers, you guys can't turn.” “Yes, but we wanted to invite a few people over…” Hayley conducted. “Human, but only for a few hours, and won't be again until the next full moon, so... I asked Josh to get a message out to Eve in the Bayou. “

I got to bake that kid a cake or something for putting up with all this bullshit. “Josh isn't dead yet? Well good on him. I love a nice survival story.” Just then the keg men came. “Who the bloody hell is that? “ “Kegs out back, alright?” I said to him. “Yup.” “Right. It appears you two weren't gonna wait for me to grant you permission to throw a kegger.” Hayley and I smile at the same time. “Listen, you all want me safe? Fine. I'll do as I'm told. I'll play damsel in the glass tower. But tonight's the one night a month that we can meet our family. Now, you could rat us out and send us to our room, or you could help us to throw one hell of a party.” I threw an arm over shoulder guiding her inside.

It's about two hours out from the moon rising and I was stress baking like crazy. “Hey Y/n did you make the…” Hayley had walked in the kitchen and saw everything I made. “I was going to say cupcakes but it seems you made the whole bakery.” She looked around in amazement. “Yeah I guess I'm pretty nervous so here I am and I unfortunately can’t get drunk right now so.” “Drunk?” “Yeah Klaus is being Klaus.” “I'm sorry” “Yeah me too.” 

The moon had risen and Hayley see people come out of the woods and go to the clothes that we had put out. After everyone had gotten clothes they all came to us. “Hey everyone my name is Hayley and this is Y/n we are so happy to finally meet you. We have tons of food, beer, and music for hours!” She held up her red solo cup full of beer and everyone howled and whooped.

The party had been going on for about 2 hours and I met so many wonderful people, some of them dissent cousins. I was checking the cupcakes and thankfully a lot of them had been eaten. “Are you the one that made these because damn I think I've added three pounds on just tonight.” I turn around and I think one of the cutest guys I've ever seen before is standing there. “Thanks, it's my own recipe.” I smiled.

“Wow talented and beautiful you hit the jackpot or maybe I did.” I giggled at his flirting. “I should properly introduce myself I'm Koy.” He extended his hand and I shook it. It felt familiar. “Y/n and you're one of the wolves who's been watching me.” “And smart I knew it. I gotta keep my eye on you. Precious cargo and all.” The baby of course the baby. “Gotta protect the miracle baby right.” I smiled sadly but he didn't know that.

“No, that's not what I meant. I don't care about the baby.” Excuse me?  “Sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, of course I care. You're a Labonair. A baby, it's a big deal. But personally, my interest is in you. “ “Why?” “You don't even know me.” I laugh a little while looking down. “Our parents knew each other. They were of the same people, but not the same bloodline. Now, you know how pack hierarchy works, right? Everybody has their part to play, and... we had our part, too.” “Which was?” I questioned while I went to drink some water. “ ...You were supposed to be my wife” I spit take right in his face. “Oh my Gosh I'm so sorry!” I grabbed a towel for him. “It's okay I would have the same reaction.”

I sit down after I feel a 100 pound weight be put on me. “You doing okay.” He asked me with kind eyes. “Yeah um i thought I would just meet some distant cousins tonight not my future husband.” “I know it’s a lot to take in and for your sister too.” “My sister?” “It's the same but with my older brother Jackson.” “So Hayley to your brother Jackson, correct?” “Yes” “Wow um explain please?” “ New Orleans used to be our town, and we lost it all because of some in-fighting. The vampires came after us, and if our families were united, we could've taken them. So, our parents decided to bring the two lines back together, and... you and I were betrothed. And my brother and your sister.” My brain was spinning.

“Obviously things didn't work out the way anyone thought they would. Our pack made a huge misstep with the vampires when we refused to back down, and Marcel had us cursed by a witch. You are the last one of your bloodline, Elizebeth. Or Y/n, whatever you call yourself. These people will follow you and your sister. You can help them-- you and what you represent.” “And What would that be.” “The one to break our curse.” “What do you mean?” “ Your witch friend. She told Eve she was coming here tonight to set us free.” “Koy I don’t have a witch friend.” Panic came over his face.

“What!?” I go to call Klaus but he doesn’t answer. “Come on answer please…” Ring ring ring nothing. “FUCK!” I throw down my phone and it shatters. “Hey! Hey Y/n calm down.” “Y/N Y/N!” Hayley was calling from downstairs. “HAYLEY!” We run down into her and a man that assumed to be Jackson. “What’s going on!” “It’s the witches !” Hayley starts to out the door so we follow but that's when flames erupt. “AHHH!” I get burned from it.

“Y/N!” Hayley runs to my side. “I'm fine we have to get out!” But theirs a force keeping us in. The smoke was starting to get to me. “Here take this!” Koy ripped some of his shirt off. I started to feel weak but then suddenly I was outside with Hayley. “Y/n are you okay!?” “Yes but Elijah, our friends are still in there!” He speeds off it takes a hot minute but he comes back with both of them. “Y/n are you okay?” Koy asked me. “Yes, you?” He nodded. 

The moon was going to go down soon and the brothers had to go with it. “Koy thank you for everything.” “I have been dreaming about this since I was a kid. And it was everything and more.” He smiles and he goes off. “Koy I promise I will break this curse.” “I wouldn't expect anything else from you Y/n Labnoir.” He goes off with his brother.

We had gotten back to the compound. And I went straight looking for Klaus. “KLAUS Klaus!” “Hes not here Y/n.” It was Marcel. “Where is he Marcel?” He sighed and told me. Shit. “I have all my guys looking for him.” “Good thank you.” I give him a small smile and walk away. 

I'm trying to not explode with worry when I hear shouting and Hayley and I walk out. “Elijah!” Hayley yells at him. He stops throwing guys around. Marcel answers him. “Klaus threw one of his classic temper tantrums, snapped my neck, tried to take on a coven of witches by himself. He got dropped. I don't know where he is or how to find him.” Elijah composes himself.

“They also have Rebekah. Every one of you will help me to find them. I'm gonna kill them all.” Fuck, Klaus, I told you, fuck you for making me worry even after our fight. Shit, I think I'm starting to care about him. 

Masterlist

Hope you guys enjoyed it and you guys can image Koy however you want. I personally think of Jensen Ackles but you can do whatever you want. See you yawl next time xoxo Gossip Girl :)

[chalterdh22]

Day 18: Wanda and Loki in Magic

Lee: Loki

Ler: Wanda/Scarlet Witch

Summary:  Wanda just wants a nice, quiet evening to herself, but Loki doesn’t seem to want that to happen.  In fact, he is making her life miserable.  Knowing all her powers and being told not to use them, how else can you take down a god?

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  This is also a means to torture someone.

Wanda had made so many great friends since “joining” the Avengers.  Although, she didn’t really consider herself one. She in fact loved her Vis and made some great friends.  One person she couldn’t stand though, was Loki……  He knew how to push her buttons, say comments that made her blood pressure sky rocket and on several occasions, almost got her in trouble with the group by using her powers on him to shut him up!  Fortunately, their meetings were few and far between.

On one particular day, Vision and she went to headquarters and Vis had to go with Stark to take care of something.  For once, there was no one else there, which actually made her comfortable.  She relaxed, picked up a random book, poured a glass of wine, and was just able to hang out and be “normal” for once.  Or so she thought.

In the midst of the wonderful silence she was enjoying, someone jumped out of nowhere and scared her half to death.  It was Loki, of course!  Ugh, she was thinking.  Go away. 

“Where is everyone at?  Did they go on some secret mission and leave you behind to watch the cat?” he asked, smirking, with his arms folded.  She was half tempted to completely ignore him, but she knew that wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she said calmly.  “Vis had some business to attend to with Tony.”

“So, they did leave you behind.  Hmm.”  She rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

“Oh, come on, you know you can’t ignore me forever, my love.  That reminds me, when will be going out on a date?  Now seem like a perfect time!”

“No thank you,” she growled.  “I’d rather be engulfed by fire.”

“Oooo.  Tempting, but no.  Not what I had in mind.” He leaned over on the couch and whispered in her ear.  She swung the book at him and missed of course, because he was a god and his reflexes where unbelievable.  How could she possibly ever get even with him from tormenting her?  She slumped back in the couch, seemingly defeated.

He sat down fully next to her, like right next to her, shoulder to shoulder.  She scooted away until she was at the other side of the couch where she couldn’t go any further.  He put an arm around her should and said, “This is nice.”  He was fully smiling at her, and she couldn’t move, or use her magic in the compound.  At least this is what she was told. 

Well, at least she wasn’t supposed to use her magic.  Again, she rolled her eyes, started to squirm, and said firmly, get off, and jabbed him the side of the ribs.  Not only did he jump back a good foot from her, but he also yelped and seemed a little off when she made contact with his side.  She slowly looked up at him and faced him head on.

“What was that?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no, I uh, it just startled me is all.”  She was glaring at him.  And then, it just popped in her head.  Vis poked her quite often and it……… wait, did she just tickle him? 

“Loki,” she said with a serious look, “are you ticklish?”  She knew good and well though she couldn’t just reach out and grab him, because he would straight disappear.  So, before he could even say anything, she shot some red sparks from her hands, immobilizing him.

“What are you doing, Wanda?  You let me go this instant!”

“Really?  I’m surprised I haven’t done this sooner.  You are such a pain sometimes!  But now, I know your little secret.”  She leaned into his neck, so her breath was warm on him.  “You’re ticklish!”

“I am not!  How horrible of an accusation you have made, while I outta…….” And she silenced him immediately.

“That’s enough talking for you.  Let’s see, Vis and Tony won’t be home for at least a half hour.  And you want to spend time with me, I remember.  So, hmmm, how can we fill out time?  Definitely not with you talking!”  At this point, he was shaking his head, making all kinds of noise through his invisible gag and squirming to get his way out.

“Boy, it sure is good to be a witch sometimes.  Let’s see if I remember how to do this.  It’s been a while, so it might take me a few times to get it right!”  His eyes went wide when more red sparks came flying from her hands at his sides.  He let out a huge moan, almost like it hurt, but then she saw his shoulders shaking up and down and his eyes were squinting shut.  So, she struck him again, and again, and again, until he seemed like he couldn’t breathe properly.  She let the magic gag fall off now.

“How are you doing, oh god of mischief?”  He was breathing heavy, smiling from ear to ear, not that he wanted to.  He couldn’t help it.  He had really only been tickled like twice since he was so crafty and could disappear at will.  He never met a powerful witch like Wanda though.

“Ii-it’s inn your bbest interest to let me go go, nowww.”  He stuttered, barely getting the words out.

“Such tough words coming from someone who is completely under my control.  Now let’s see, where else can we test out I wonder? she said putting a finger to her mouth..

“I’m warning you, don’t.”

“Ooooh.  Scary.”  And just like that she shot more sparks, wrapping around his thighs and knees, squeezing over and over.  He was trying so hard not to laugh, so it came out more like yells and hard breaths.  He was also literally almost jumping out of the seat.  “Aww, aren’t you cute!”

“Stttoooooppp iittiittt ppuuuuhlleease!!!!”

“You said please, Loki!  Very good!”  So, she stopped, and he was laboring at this point, with his head hanging down.  She snuck up right in his face and made him jump, like she would reach out and touch him.

“Now, will you be a good boy and stop pestering me?  Or will this become a usual occurrence for us?”

Still breathing hard, he managed to whisper, “I’ll leave you alone, Wanda.  I swear.”

“Yeah, well I know how solid your word is Loki, but that will have to do for now.”  She sat back and removed her magical restraints.  Just then, Tony and Vision came walking in.

“Ah, look, it’s the two misfits getting along I see.”  Tony said walking in.

“Yeah, we were actually just having a nice conversation, weren’t we Loki?” she nudged him in the shoulder, and he glared at her.

“Yes, yes.  But unfortunately, I have to depart now.  Duty calls.”  He turned back to Wanda.  “I will see you later.  Thanks for the talk!”  And poof, he disappeared.

“What was that about, love?” Vis walked up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, nothing.  I think Loki just needed to relax a bit and I helped him with that.”

[quietwings-fics]

Whose Vessel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen (Gadreel & Hallucifer & Sam) Additional Tags: Hallucination Lucifer (Supernatural) | Hallucifer, Gadreel Possessing Sam Winchester, Memory Alteration, Possessive Lucifer (Supernatural), Minor Lucifer/Sam Winchester Wordcount: 724 Summary:

As I introduced the idea on tumblr: "s9 hallucifer who keeps telling Sam that he’s possessed, that there’s someone else in his body, that the time he’s missing is another being taking control of him, and Sam doesn’t believe him."

“He doesn’t belong to you,” Lucifer says from over Sam’s shoulder. It’s telling that Sam doesn’t even flinch anymore. He glances down at his hand and sighs.

It doesn’t matter if he talks to Lucifer or not. They’re at a stalemate. Sam can’t send him away. Lucifer can’t kill him. The closest Sam has ever come to victory over the devil is compromise that keeps him close. But Lucifer sounds angry, now.

“What doesn’t belong to me?” Sam asks. He’s tired. He was feeling much better earlier, but there was the whole mess with the real life Wicked Witch. He feels like he might collapse. Maybe Dean’s right. Maybe he really isn’t ready to hunt. He keeps passing out, forgetting things… At least Dean keeps his head on straight, eyes on everything Sam misses.

“Shut up, Sam,” Lucifer says, condescending to him with affection. “And you. Stop playing with my toys, little brother.”

No one answers Lucifer. Sam, reluctantly, turns his head to face him. Lucifer’s glaring a hole into his skull, like he wants to reach inside and pull things out chunk by chunk. The air in Sam’s lungs comes out in a rush. Lucifer looks through him, as though Sam is the illusion. “Get. Out,” he snaps.

Sam blinks and-

“He never said yes to you. He doesn’t even know your-” Lucifer is enraged now, and Sam’s sitting differently than he was a moment ago, and his mouth feels dry. Lucifer’s gaze, sharp as ever, falls onto him, but when he sees Sam trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down, it softens. “I’m not yelling at you. Sam. You haven’t done anything to deserve that right now.” Cloying again, protective. “You wouldn’t have let anything in while I’m away if you had the choice. No one else would ever make you whole like I do, and you know that.”

“You’re doing this,” Sam accuses. The weakness from the trials might have given Lucifer an upper hand in this mental war. All of the things Sam has noticed, they’re his doing. He should tell Dean. (Can he tell Dean? What if he tries and he forgets again? What if he thinks he’s saying one thing and Lucifer makes him say another?) Lucifer looks insulted.

“No. Listen to yourself, Sam. You’re smarter than this. If it was me, you would know.” Lucifer reaches out a hand as though he can touch Sam’s cheek. Even knowing he can’t, Sam pushes his chair back.

Lucifer glares again, cuts through him. It’s easy to tell which he’s-

“-broke him in for my comfort, not yours,” Lucifer is snapping at him again. Sam’s head pounds. “Tell him, Sam. You belong to me.”

“What?” He can’t focus. He feels nauseous, jumping back and forth between Lucifer’s tirades.

“Whose vessel are you, Sam?”

Without thinking, Sam answers, “Yours.” He just wants Lucifer to be quiet. He can’t hear himself think. Lucifer stills, a pleased expression crossing his face-

It’s a scowl, and Lucifer looks like he wants to rip Sam to shreds. “Nothing you do will ever erase my claim on him. I worked him over too well.”

“Shut up!” Sam shouts. A moment later, he regrets it, his voice echoes down the Bunker’s halls. It doesn’t work anyway.

“I took him when he was shattered across the floor of the Cage and remade him into something beautiful.” Sam shakes his head. It makes his nausea worse, a sea too big to fit sloshing inside his skull. His skin feels too tight over his bones. Why is there so much inside him? It doesn’t fit right, it’s poking into his organs, stitching him together wrong. He’s going to throw up. “He can throw you out whenever he wants. Do you understand that? You’re an intruder. He never wanted you like he wanted me.”

“Who are you talking to?” Sam demands. He thinks he’s still shouting, but there’s a roar in his ears. It sounds angry. He can still hear Lucifer perfectly, no matter how loud it gets.

“The angel you said yes to. His name is-”

Sam is sitting alone. Lucifer is absent for once, and Sam can work without the devil on his shoulder commenting. His stomach turns for some reason. He can’t help the horrible, incessant feeling that he’s forgotten something important.

But there’s nothing there.

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[thessalian]

Thess vs Farming Sims

Was up most of the night because ow, woke up far too early. Exhausted but can’t sleep. This seems to be a theme. At least the pain’s a bit better now. Though I’m going to have to go out later to pick up some bits and pieces.

So anyway, I’ve been sliiiiiiiightly whittling down my wish list lately. One of the games I picked up was Wylde Flowers, which was named A Witchy Life Story when I picked up the demo (I guess they didn’t want to give the game away too soon with the title). It’s ... I mean, okay, it’s basically Stardew Valley with the magical elements from various Sims games, but it’s ... a lot more than that, in ways I did not expect. So here’s the bullet points.

It’s honestly a good thing that most of Those Gamers (TM) wouldn’t look twice at a farming sim because “it’s not REAL GAMING”, because those same Those Gamers (TM) would biiiiiiiiiitch about this one. They’d yell about “forced diversity” and “SJW CUCKS” or whatever they call it when there’s, like, more than one POC or LGBTQAI+ individual in a game. As a for-instance, just attended an in-game wedding between a gentleman who’s definitely got some Scottish in the family woodpile and a gentleman of Mexican descent. Which was nice. (I was originally going to have the player character, Tara, go for the classy Iranian doctor lady but the really sweet Black dude from South Africa who runs the local bar kinda got there first and he was adorkable and I figured Tara was high-strung enough to want someone a bit more laid back so I went there instead. He calls Tara ‘kitten’. It’s adorable. Anyway, we also have a lady of Russian descent as the local blacksmith, an Indian lady from London doing meteorological studies, a Native American dude running a farm down the road, a native Hawaiian surfer dude running an exotic luxury goods stall, a family whose origins begin in Italy, a somewhat ... interesting Polish gentleman who I think has some serious shit in his past and is older than he looks, and a non-binary individual who’s originally from Japan who runs a butcher shop. (Their reaction to being given sushi, one of their favourite foods, is hilarious and adorable. Maybe I should have held out for Kai, romantically. Ah well, maybe if I do another playthrough.)

We also have Mayor of Smarm and I hate him. His wife’s probably okay, though.

Also there’s the “faith leader”. Basically this place has Scientologists by any other name. I don’t like him much either, and I am not happy about how many people follow this faith. At least one of them is a little less ... devout, if you can call it that? ... than the others. Just faith groups like that creep me out because of a lot of childhood baggage.

Then again ... in case you thought the witchy thing was just a sideline ... oh gods NO. There are there the quests that basically send you into the Fade (they call it the Gloaming, but whatever) and some Fae creatures. And even those are diverse as fuck. We have a fairy and a goblin (I have purchased farming bots from this lovely individual), and a werewolf originally from Alaska who comes by the nonbinary individual’s butcher shop for an epic amount of meat twice a week ... and then we have a curupira. They dug out an old Brazilian mythological creature for this, and did it right - backwards feet and a thing for mischief. I am impressed. Especially since animating backwards feet is probably a bitch.

Oh, and did I mention the witch hunt? I should probably mention the witch hunt. See, this faith group has ... views. Like, “We hate the Summer Festival that’s really just about promoting community bonding and unity because PAGAN”. And “There are ‘witches’ but we don’t use that term; we call them Malcontents and they are DANGEROUS”. There was a whole thing where something escaped from the not-Fade and possessed the blacksmith and she went around accusing poor single mom diner-lady of being a witch and we had to gather a whole bunch of stuff to do a (very quiet, very stealthy, very non-contact) exorcism just as possessed-blacksmith was about to give testimony at a literal, actual, everyone-in-town-must-attend witch trial. Funnily, no one has actually pointed a finger at an actual witch yet. The coven includes our Tara, the cute bar owner guy, the lovely lady who runs the general store, the local florist lady (not sure where she’s from but also not white), the classy doctor lady and the old gentleman from probably-Poland. But the entity possessing the blacksmith shouts ‘WITCH’ at the lady who runs the diner, who was only out after curfew to look for her wander-happy daughter who was out past curfew. (Oh, yeah, apparently we have a curfew and a Neighbourhood Watch set up to catch people wandering into the forest at night. Joke’s on you motherfuckers; I have a broomstick and can fly right over your bigoted judgemental asses. And by the way, witches - by which I mean me - ENDED THE DROUGHT YOU HAD OVER THE SUMMER, so you can fuck all the way off.) Apparently this is going to get dumber at some point.

I think that’s the thing - you can get a little bored with the average farming sim after awhile, but this one has plot, and that plot is ... fairly wild, all things considered. Deals with themes of intolerance and persecution while still being diverse, does its homework about other cultures, and while there are fetch quests of a kind, they’re spaced out with enough fairly meaty and occasionally time-sensitive quests that there’s more investment than just “you know, crops”. Though I am currently celebrating as how I finally got enough compost together for rich soil to have a hay field, so I won’t have to rely on smarmy grifter dude for my animal feed anymore.

Also some of the farm animals have weird favourite treats. WHY THE FUCK DOES A SHEEP WANT TO EAT A LEMON?!? WHY DOES A CHICKEN WANT TO, FOR THAT MATTER?!?

Eh, I should probably throw clothes on and head out for a bit. See if I can nap after some time spent on a bus and a trawl through a grocery store. Might see if I can pick up the fixings for one of the dishes from my Baking Dish cookbook. I’ve been a bit too wiped to do anything this week - for which I entirely blame being stuck with more of the long typing than is feasible because of the combination of Scruffman, Temp, and Violet. At least I booked myself some time off in the not-too-distant future. Fine, it’s in like three weeks, but I can manage.

[chimcess]

Hi again!

Thank you for your reply about Sol and Jimin! It helps me see more t3xture in your writing.

As usual I am invested, and I have a tendencies to come up with theories, so please bear with me

Do people take advantage of OC's absence and maybe brand her a possible traitor herself? And even Tae and Jimin have no accurate way to defend her since their understanding of her is so recent and limited?

And since she's not in the area, she can't defwnd herself against the accusations right?

Being the Bridd she had to be nysterious and out of everyone's radar most of her life. And not she's much more approachable after the course broke

Considering Elder Bo and Chief Ahn type ofbpeople, it occured to me that there might be those who fear what they don't understand, and save for Jimin and some high rankers who know her better, she's become a witch who is being hero-worshipped which might have made some people insecure

Also she harnessed friendship witb the Quietus who pack people rarely saw as friends right?

And her absence right after the event and before the mating might even make her seem guilty to some people...

So, I'm guessing her adventure may be hard but the return may be worse?

IDK. I'm theorizing.

I really enjoyed the story as you can see 😅😅😅

I LOVE theorizing, so I totally get it. No worries. I will say this, Bridd will not be targeted in that way. Like you said, she’s pretty much hero worshipped and the wolves would never believe someone of her status would or could have done something so horrible. She doesn’t even know those caves well enough for her to be able to pull something like that off.

Ahn is dead so his vindictive behavior can’t really affect her, and Bo wouldn’t get very far is her attempt of a smear campaign. Mama Park would shut that down immediately, not to mention Taehyung’s loyalties. Right now Bridd’s biggest concerns would revolve around getting enough aid and support back to the wolves in time, and staying alive long enough to make it home.

There will definitely be lots of talk surrounding this possible traitor in chapters to come as well as some pov changes. Honestly, the theories are going to get so much fun as this story progresses. There’s quite a few twists and turns planned!

[campbluelake]

modern-day witch hunt || abbie || trial 6.8 || re: the haters

To say Abbie expected this wouldn’t be, like, a lie, per se, but she certainly didn’t not expect it either. As soon as the word “witch” was thrown around when discussing the thrall, she was prepared to have to field some accusations because wasn’t that just everyone’s favorite hobby? Witch hunting? Honestly, it’s like they wanted to win awards for predictability or something. However, she didn’t expect some of the voices that chime in. She’d thought some, at least, would have more faith in her.

Pushing herself up into a proper sitting position, she wiggles into sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the ground. This debate, it seems, is important enough to her that she stops braiding while she speaks. Abbie shoots a grateful smile at Nora before turning back to everyone else with a questioning look on her face, her head cocked to one side like a particularly curious puppy.

“Wow, wow, you guys are fast to turn on people, huh? I guess this shoulda been expected from how you ripped into Malyce earlier…”

She takes a moment to let out a bright laugh.

“Seriously, ouchie! I’m kinda hurt…I mean, I can understand being mad and stuff--who wouldn’t be?--but wow! You’re a real jerk, y’know that, Hibiki? Sooo, I guess I’ll start with you, yeah? Since you covered a lot of points that’re just, well, c’mon.”

Her elbow rests on her knee, and she sets her chin into the palm of her hand, her eyes boring into him like a challenge.

“I dunno, even if it is me and that is what happened, are you really gonna sit there and make light of the deaths of 576 people just to have a ‘gotcha!’ moment? To feel like you’ve won? I guess I shouldn’t expect any better from you, huh? 

You’re the one with a twisted sense of love, after all. You only regretted your actions against your family when it was obviously pointed out to you--when it was too late to do anything. You didn’t stop to consider your actions’ effects on them until they were already well and gone. I think you’re kinda having a pot and kettle moment. Maybe someone else should try their hand at that argument!”

Abbie claps her hands together once and smiles at him brightly.

“Just ‘cuz I’m the only witch out in the open doesn’t mean there aren’t others around. Malyce was magical, too, wasn’t he? But no one here knew that until just now. So, how about you do something those witch hunters you wanna drag into the conversation didn’t do and dig a little deeper than the surface.”

Her attention leaves him, and she goes back to resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her eyes drifting down to watch her free hand making patterns in the dirt.

“‘Sides, Nora’s right. I hate fire. Why don’t you ask Niko or someone about demons and their inclination towards fire. I mean, Hibiki’s immune to it, right? It’s just likely that demons are fine with fire. I couldn’t be around it without freaking out, so are you really gonna say that I’ve got 300 years of hanging about in the flames of Hell without breaking into pieces? Sheesh, you guys have faith in me.”

Looking over at Kyousuke, her expression falls for a moment before it perks right back up into its typical smile.

“I did say that. And I am glad about it. But I bet Niko would say the same. And Eri. That they’re glad they found you. Max, Saya, all of your other friends…Me caring for you isn’t really a compelling argument when ‘I’m happy I found you’ is just sorta a common phrase, you know? Loads of people would say it and do say it.”

With a puff of air, she blows some of her hair out of her face and pouts towards Saya.

“Garf’s part of your argument? Really? If I had a choice over all of the locations in this place, why would I put an amphitheater in at all? There are just as many places in this camp that I don’t like as there are places I do like. Not your best point. As for ‘clutching at my pearls’, I doubt I’m the oooooonly one here who doesn’t like that sort of humor or those kinds of comments. I’ll give you that I have that opinion, but it’s not like it’s exclusive only to me either.”

After a quick rundown of all that’s been said to her, she nods her head.

“I think that’s the major points. So, do we wanna move onto another point of conversation, orrrrr do we wanna stick here and I do this all over again?”

[arjaandsimoni]

Wulfshead Free Drinks Policy

Hampton New Hampshire, a lovely seaside destination, but one with a few dark spots in it’s past. One of which involved the harassment and eventual death of a woman known as Eunice ‘Goody’ Cole in the late sixteen hundreds.

Accused of witchcraft multiple times, as well as being ‘ill-natured and ugly’ among other more serious accusations, the elderly woman was eventually brought to trial. There she was found guilty and executed before having a stake driven through her heart and a horseshoe hung from it, then being buried in an unmarked grave.

While Nelen knew full well ‘witchcraft’ existed, he also knew the views of mundanes of that time period were a load of shit by and large and that most such trials were a class backlash, or just a community looking for scapegoats among anyone who was an easy target. Nobody burned a real witch.

He did however know of a few witches who led the arrests, interrogations, and executions of the accused though. Not all witches were like his sister and, well, now his cousin.

Stephanie had texted him about Stephy’s progress. It had been a few months, but Nelen had managed to procure a new burner phone in that time. Stephy was trying, but he could barely conjure a wind burst and watching him try to fly was like watching a chicken panic apparently. It took him a while to even manifest wings and raven legs.

She said it was probably a confidence issue more than anything, especially given his home life. She told her brother they’d keep at it though, but the fact that he could do it meant more to him than she could’ve imagined. Apparently, he cried when he saw the wings.

He sighed, looking at the alleyway where the client had told him about, wishing he could help his cousin too… but after that incident he had multiple reasons to stay away from Covington for a while.

Franklin was one of them, and entire teams of police from Kenton, Campbell, Boone, Grant, and Hamilton counties investigating to find anyone with ANY connections to the incident that had left over a dozen buildings in the city in ruins was another.

Loren may have gone for empty buildings after all, but she did NOT hold back otherwise. He hoped like hells they were insured, though given the degree of damage this may fall under ‘acts of God.’

He snorted, “She got that from Morrigan, so its technically not inaccurate…” he muttered with a rueful smile.

“What?” asked Dawn, looking up.

“Nothing, just thinking about that mess in Covington.” he replied.

“Ah, yeah… wonder how Loren’s doing. Shame she couldn’t tag along.” she nodded, adjusting her belt, her tail always got uncomfortable in her jeans after a few hours.

“Too tempting a target. You can bet she’s just as high on Frank’s shit list as I am now. If we’re both together I wouldn’t put it past him to throw the entire clan at us after that. I can’t imagine anything that’d get him more hard-core determined than that.” he replied.

“Eh, who knows?” she shrugged. “So… the ghost of Goody Cole?” she asked.

Nelen glanced down at an amulet in his hand, “I dunno… its not responding to any of the usual stuff, but we’ve got multiple eye-witness accounts stating they saw a spectral woman with a stake driven through her heart, horseshoe and all.” he replied, “She hasn’t done anything yet, but the mayor wants her exorcised before she does. They’re not taking the risk that she’ll start attacking people.” he nodded.

“Hum…” she murmured, squirming a bit more, her tail was really bugging her now. “Hey Nelen? My tail is doin’ the thing.” she grumbled.

“The thing?” he asked.

“Yanno, the thing. My shenanigans sensor.” she nodded, “I think this may be more than just a ghost.” she replied.

“… right.” he rolled his eyes. Dawn insisted that if her tail started acting up like that it meant a case was gonna get really weird. Okay so she was right about the dwarf village, and there was that old theater in the Bronx, and the spirits haunting the band camp that Nelen had to do some online research just to work out what the hell he had even seen, and the wendigo (that fuckin’ wendigo man,) but…

“You doubt the tail.” she shrugged.

“Its just… I’ve never heard of a Cheshire’s tail being some kind of radar for goofy shit happening.” he replied.

“Yeaaaaaaah, and you didn’t know about my eye trick until I showed you on that werewolf and had him chasing his tail.” she grinned.

He shrugged and nodded, “Fair… but c’mon, the tail thing is a little far-fetched.” he replied.

“Don’t doubt the tail.” she smirked, “This one is gonna go weird.”

Nelen shrugged, “Well, whatever.” he replied, taking out an old polaroid camera with several strange symbols painted along the lens cap. He got a couple shots of the alleyway entrance, then they walked along to the others and got pictures there as well, then headed back to the hotel.

That Evening at a local Super 8

He and Dawn sat up that night with Chinese takeout, kung pao chicken for him and crab rangoon for her, as he poured over his books, frowning. Both of them were seated cross-legged on one of the hotel beds with several books on death, spectral analysis, the underworld, and other ghostly phenomena.

Finally, Nelen spoke up, “Okay, so the spectral camera didn’t show dick, but we’ve got four people telling us she definitely showed up there and THEY got pictures of her… it should’ve picked up some trace…” he grumbled.

“Why would she be haunting there though?” asked Dawn, “I mean…” she paused to tear open another rangoon and lick out the crabmeat inside, “I thought her grave was supposed to be some Museum, not a strip mall and a bunch of other stuff. Did anything even exist there back in the sixteen hundreds?” she frowned.

“No, but hauntings can move sometimes… I heard those guys outta New York are doing a study on ghost migration patterns after some mess they were involved in out in Roswell.” he replied.

“Wait… you mean those Ghostbuster guys?” she asked.

“Yeah, them. Apparently, there were a bunch of ghosts of soldiers disguising themselves as aliens to drive off people investigating the crash site of the UFO from back in the day, but they were off from the actual site by several miles.” he nodded.

Dawn shrugged, eating down another rangoon’s contents, “Huh. Bet your grandpa would love to have their tech. Loren was saying how pissed off he got whenever Clan Fullmoon wound up needing to deal with a ghost because they HAD to use magic.” she grinned.

“He didn’t wanna pay the licensing fee and after two attempts at corporate espionage failed Venkman got a good lawyer he gave up." he smirked back. "Serves the old bastard right. He can stick to exorcisms and just deal with it.”

“So ya think that’s what we got?” she asked.

“Could be, I mean this was a lot longer back than Roswell… but… the camera should have picked up something…” he blinked, “Unless… that camera is for standard hauntings, but if she really got harassed into the grave…” he glanced down at his hand, “Shit, it could be another wraith.” he frowned.

He winced a bit as his arm spasmed slightly, “Merihim says that sending her to Hell isn’t an option. He can fight a wraith, but unless someone is actually supposed to go to Hell he can’t send them there.” he nodded.

“Yeah, been meaning to ask about that, supposed to? Who decides that?” she asked.

Nelen pointed up, “Yahweh and the Heavenly Host do… sorta. See, the truth of it is only Christians can go to Hell. You have to actually do the whole nine yards and convert, and THEN break the rules. Its like my contract with Merihim, but from the other direction.” he explained around a mouth of spicy chicken meat. “That guy back in Colorado? He was a practicing Catholic when he assaulted Heather back in the 80s, I checked before we left just to make sure. He did the communion and everything, but he committed the sin of Wrath and the sin of Lust when he raped her. Double whammy, down ya go.” he nodded.

“Huh, so non-Christians?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends on what they believe and if they have any pacts with a deity. Hindus and Buddhists reincarnate supposedly, though how you’d track that I have no godsdamn clue. Most anyone who doesn’t have some sort of religion either goes to the Underworld, becomes a haunting, or… well…” he shrugged, “Wherever I guess.” he replies. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m an expert.” then nodded, “Well, besides Christian stuff obviously… But yeah, he had a pact with Yahweh and Heaven and he violated the terms of it, so down he went.”

Dawn blinked, “So those preachers who go on about all that stuff about the rapture and the final days?”

Nelen winced as his arm spasmed suddenly. “… didn’t know he could laugh like that… yeah, load of crap. They have no clue what they’re talking about and mostly made it up. Christian equivalent of bad fan fiction.” he smirked.

She snorted, then finished off her rangoon and took several laps from her water cup. Nelen had tried to get her to learn how to drink with a straw, but it seemed some parts of her anatomy were still too feline for that in her human form. The last time she’d tried she almost drowned herself.

“But yeah, anyways… this haunting doesn’t fit any patterns I’ve ever seen before… and while she may be a wraith that doesn’t guarantee that she’d be Hellbound. If they were persecuted or murdered in life they could come back as a wraith without it being Hell-worthy… I mean, that’d be some pretty justifiable anger.” he muttered, “We’ll have to go back tonight and hope we run into her.” he nodded.

Dawn grinned, “We got this, we ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts!” she grinned.

Nelen sighed, “Great, now I’ve got Ray Parker Jr stuck in my head…”

Downtown Hampton, Midnight

About an hour later they walked back to the alleyway, the moon hanging high in the sky above them. It was a half moon, a real witch’s moon. Some people thought it was the crescent moon, but that wasn’t even close. A half moon, halfway split between light and dark, created a crossroads. It wasn’t just the fae who benefited from such things…

Nelen looked around, tossing a leather pouch to himself as he did… the same trick he’d tried on Walking Sam, but this time he was fairly certain he had the right target. Goody Cole was a white woman in the sixteen hundreds, it was a fairly safe bet she was Christian in life. “Alright Casper, come on… give us a… SHIT!” he started as he and Dawn spun to face the alleyway.

Fog began to roll out of the alley, a thick greenish mist, and a voice echoed out. “Leaaaaaaaaaaave…” it snarled…

A woman slowly emerged, her skin wrinkled and rotten, a stake driven into her chest. She extended a clawed hand, opened her mouth, and let out a low moan that echoed out at them.

“Not this time, EAT THIS YA SPOOK!” shouted Nelen, throwing the pouch at her!

The leather pouch of grave dirt, powdered tombstone, blessed silver, and candle wax sailed through the air, then smacked hard into the ghost’s forehead with an audible smack!

“AUGH!” she hissed, shaking her head and clutching at it.

Nelen stumbled, Dawn’s eyes going wide as the ghost looked up, then shrieked again before retreating back into the alleyway.

“… thunk?” said Dawn in surprise.

“That’s no godsdamn ghost, that thing is fully corporeal!” he snarled, “AFTER IT!” he shouted, rushing into the alley as he pulled a pocket flashlight out, shining it around in the gloom.

“Where are you… where… ACK!” he stumbled, almost tripping over a sturdy outdoor power cable connected to a large box, out of which was pouring the greenish mist. “A fog machine?” he blinked in confusion, then Dawn’s voice came from ahead.

“Nelen! Over here! Manhole cover! She’s gone underground!” she yowled.

Nelen chased after her, then looked down into the manhole cover. “Fog machine, physical body, what the hells is this? A changeling? A vampire?” he shook his head, then nodded to Dawn. “Recon.”

Dawn grinned, then vanished with a pop, a minute later she reappeared, “All clear, I saw our oopyspoop heading off into the tunnels. Looks like she glows in the dark.” she grinned.

Nelen jumped down onto a pathway through the sewer system, thankfully the water flow was grated off so they could stand on it, and looked around, four tunnels stretched out before him.

Dawn appeared next to him and pointed down one, “She went that way!” she nodded.

Nelen grinned and rushed off after her, following the tunnel into a large, cavernous room. A grate was in the ceiling, moonlight shining down through it… but they could see fine thanks to some large lamps set up next to… “What the… a construction drill? A jackhammer? What the fu- SHIT!” he shouted as he was tackled from behind.

“GET OUT!” snarled the ghost, but Nelen didn’t hesitate. If a ghost could attack him physically that made them a wraith! He had an answer to that.

A pair of hands grabbed them, then lifted the ghost right off them and slammed them into the ground hard, the warlock’s eyes blood red as he raised a hand, conjuring a tendril of blood and fangs. “Bad move! I’m going to flay your corpus apart you… wait…” paused Merihim, looking closer.

In the light he could see that the woman’s face was all wrong… but not in a ghostly way… and that smell...

Nelen’s eyes went back to normal as the tendril dissipated, “… rubber?” he blinked as he reached down and gripped the base of her neck, then yanked hard upwards. There was a tearing sound, and he was looking at the face of a youngish man in their early twenties.

He looked at them, then at what he was holding, then back. “… what.” he said aloud.

Dawn appeared next to him, staring as well, lifting up her sunglasses so she could get a proper look at his face.

“W-what the fuck are you?!” stammered the ghost.

“… us?! What the fuck are YOU!?” retorted Nelen, standing up and looking at what he held in his hand. A rubbery mask, spray painted the same pale white as the rest of what the ‘ghost’ had on.

He looked back, “… are you some sort of changeling? You used glamour to convince the mundanes you were a real ghost? Is there a hedge gate on the other side of that wall? Your hollow?” he asked.

“A what?!” gasped the man in the ghost costume.

Nelen blinked slowly, then walked around him, “A ghoul! Your master wants to put a sanctum down here and you’re driving away people who might find it!” he said, snapping his fingers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he replied, too freaked out to get up.

Nelen looked back, “… a mage. You’re a mage and you’re trying to set up a private sanctuary down here where the mundanes won’t come poking around.” he nodded.

“… what the fuck are you talking about?!” he asked.

“WELL WHATS ALL THIS SHIT FOR THEN?!” he gestured to the construction gear.

“THAT WALL HAS THE VAULT OF THE FIFTH-THIRD BANK ON THE OTHER SIDE!”  he blurted out.

Nelen blinked slowly, then looked at the mask, then back at him, then stared at the wall. “… fuck me sideways we got zoinked.” he muttered, his lips twitching upwards as he chuckled, “We got fucking Scooby Doo’d. It’s a criminal in a rubber mask. We’re the meddling kids!” he started laughing as Dawn grinned, giggling and swishing her tail.

“I told you to trust my tail!” she laughed, “I told you but noooooooo it’s not something Cheshires are knooown for!” she cackled.

Nelen looked at the mask, then grinned at her, “You know what this means Dawn!” he said excitedly.

“FREE DRINKS FOR A WEEK!” they both said together, then Nelen shouted, “Get out your smartphone!”

The ghost cried out as he was yanked off the floor and put in a headlock by the warlock, his hand holding the rubber mask as Dawn held up the phone, making the peace sign with her free hand and snapped a selfie.

“HAH! Fuck yes! FINALLY HAPPENED! Woooooohooho!” she cheered, dancing around the room as Nelen grinned.

“Fuck me I can’t believe it took this long. Seven damn years with the Wulfshead and we FINALLY got one!” he laughed.

The ghost looked between them, “W-wait… what about me?” he asked.

“Oh, who gives a SHIT about you Casper?” laughed Nelen, tossing the rubber mask at him, “I’ll rat your ass out to the cops on my way outta town and THEY can deal with you!”

Dawn grinned, “Yeah, we deal with supernatural threats all the time, you’re just a joker who got his heist plan from old Hannah Barbera cartoons!” she cackled, her tail swishing as Nelen walked to the far wall, said the words, and the door to the Wulfshead appeared. The two of them walked through it, laughing fit to burst, and then the door vanished a second later after it closed.

The ghost stood there, blinking, then threw up his hands, “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” he screamed to nobody in particular.

The Wulfshead Club, an hour later

Inside the Wulfshead Nelen was at a booth with his cousin Loren, freshly back from her own job, along with Shaman Bond and another small-time hunter named Ed Vargas. Dawn was up on the stage doing Karaoke again and, in light of recent events, was singing ‘We’re the Hex Girls’ with two zombie girls backing her up.

“No, seriously! I was all set to pulp this guy and then I realized what I was looking at!” he laughed over his third drink, “In the dark you couldn’t tell, but next to those bigass lights he had set up it was obvious. I actually saw this same mask at Kmart when I was a kid!” he grinned.

“Ah cannae believe it.” smirked Loren, “Ah bloody mundy in a costume…”

“Believe it sister, I’ve seen it more than a couple times.” grinned Shaman Bond over his gin, “Some prats up in London tried to rob a jewelry store disguised as werewolves and it was so convincing that word got back to us. I almost shot one with a silver bullet before they pulled off their masks and surrendered.” he chuckled.

“Hell, we’ve all been there at least once. Lucky bastard though Nelen, free drinks all week.” nodded Ed.

Across the room, near the exit, was a huge cork board that held several pictures, polaroids, and more recently printed out selfies depicting various hunters throughout the years next to huge dragon like beasts that had turned out to be disguised cars, tied up and beat up criminals in really convincing Halloween costumes, a would be treasure hunter in a fake pirate costume, and now Nelen and Dawn grinning ear to ear with an extremely confused bank robber sandwiched between them. Above the corkboard was a sign reading ‘Jinkies Gang! We solved the mystery!’

Under the board was a sign reading, ‘Get Scooby Doo’d, drink free for a week! (Must present picture as proof.)’

The clientele of the Wulfshead got called out to all sorts of locations to deal with creepies, crawlies, ghoulies, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, faeries, and all sorts of things… but every so often, against all odds, it really was just a man in a rubber mask. Zoinks indeed.

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Covet chapters 28-31

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Chapter 28

“Are you worried about Jaxon’s imaginary mate?” she asks. “Or are you worried about yourself?” 

“That’s the problem with people who abuse their power,” he snarls. “They don’t like to think about what they’ve done. And they can’t stand it when someone calls them on it.” 

“Don’t you think you’re being a little sanctimonious, considering you’re Cyrus Vega’s son?” she accuses, and now her fangs are completely bared.

Pot, kettle, black. 

She clicks her tongue at the interruption but continues anyway. “Because of who you really are.”

Chapter 28 summary: As you can imagine, both Grace and Hudson are horrified and deeply disturbed by the bloodletter’s confession that she’s played matchmaker with Jaxon and Grace. Hudson gets angry on his brother’s behalf, but the bloodletter doesn’t like being called out on her shit like that. She says all of this shit like “Oh, you’re Cyrus’s son”, which is hilarious, because she’s the one abusing the power here. 

Eventually, she gets fed up with Hudson calling her out, and turns him into a statue, and then orders Grace to come sit next to her. Grace doesn’t have much of a choice, and goes. 

There, the bloodletter tells her a story. About how 19 years earlier, a bunch of witches had come to see her about bringing the gargoyles back. This story is briefly derailed by Grace mentioning the “unkillable beast” still alive, who is also a gargoyle. And that she can talk to him in her mind sometimes. But then the bloodletter gets back to the story, and says that both of Grace’s parents were at that meeting. That the bloodletter sensed great magic inside of Grace’s mom, even though she wasn’t even a witch. 

Chapter 29

“Does that mean Jaxon wouldn’t mate with anyone else, either, until we met?” 

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Well, of course, dear. How else could I insure you at least had a chance to become my Jaxon’s mate if he was already mated before you met?” 

Oh my God. I feel sick. If I was right and the guy Flint had been talking about, the one he’d been in love with his whole life, was Jaxon… That means, all this time, Flint’s heart was breaking, thinking Jaxon wouldn’t choose him—when all this time, he couldn’t. Because of me.

That doesn’t mean that Jaxon wanted to fuck Flint. Not everybody with a crush means that they’re DESTINED MATES. 

“What if we’d never met? Would Jaxon—would he have spent the rest of his immortal life alone?” 

“That would never have happened. I used an ancient magic that calls like to like. It was inexorably drawing you to Katmere, to Jaxon, from the day you were born.”

She might as well have admitted to helping Lia murder Grace’s parents. 

“I just don’t understand why you did it. Not to me, because I get that. I was just a commodity to them, a bargaining chip to you. But what about Jaxon? You raised him. You trained him. He loves you. So why would you do something like this, something that had the potential to hurt him this much?” 

“Do you remember what Jaxon was like when you met him?” the Bloodletter asks. 

An image of his frozen black eyes flashes through my mind. “What does that have to do with anything?” 

“He’d closed himself off a long time before you were born. Maybe I was too harsh in raising him or maybe it was just the product of having those two people as biological parents. I don’t know. I thought giving him a mate might undo some of that, or at least make up for it.”

That doesn’t answer her freaking question. To the bloodletter, Grace is nothing more than a cheap prize to be awarded to Jaxon for good behavior. That if he got 7 gold stars in a row, he’d get a girlfriend! Grace’s feelings and opinions on this didn’t matter. 

His fingers grab on to mine and squeeze, even as he blinks away whatever spell has been holding him frozen and immobile for the last fifteen minutes.

Chapter 29 summary: The bloodletter continues on and says that in exchange for agreeing to help the witches, she wanted the baby to be the mate of Jaxon. She would prevent him from finding his true mate, simply so that Grace and Jaxon could meet. Grace gets even angrier, and she randomly thinks that Jaxon’s true mate is supposed to have been Flint, which would explain Flint’s constant pining. (I doubt this, but we’ll see.) 

Grace also gets angry and tells the bloodletter that she’s not some cheap prize to be given out to Jaxon. The bloodletter continues to be intentionally obtuse, which infuriates Grace to no end. 

She finally goes over to Hudson and holds his hand. He unfreezes. 

Chapter 30

“The Crown brings balance to the universe. For a long time, paranormals held too much power, so the Crown was created to balance that out.”

But the supernaturals were deceived, for another crown was made…

Wait, wrong series. 

Wrong piece of jewellery. 

“It disappeared, along with the person who was wearing it, and Cyrus has been searching for it ever since. Find the Crown and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a way to break your mating bond and unbreak your bond with Jaxon.”

Chapter 30 summary: It was Grace and her anti-magic-ness that unfroze Hudson. But he doesn’t think that any time passed at all, and goes right back to arguing with the bloodletter about her playing god. 

She then says that there’s something out there that might be able to break the bond. Which is the crown. When Hudson protests about it being fictional, the bloodletter says that the fictional narrative was invented by Cyrus to push the fact that he himself couldn’t get his hands on it.

She then has to take a step back and explain to Grace that the crown was invented as sort of a “one ring to rule them all” sort of thing, in order to control all of the supernatural creatures, in case one of them got too big for his britches. And that maybe if they can find this crown, then they could break the bond. 

Chapter 31

“Honestly?” She shakes her head. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Chapter 31 summary: The bloodletter says that they should ask the unkillable beast where the crown is. But that he’s gone mad from having been forced into his gargoyle form for several centuries. They need to turn him back into a human, but to do that, they need to break through the enchanted chains holding him prisoner. And in order to do that, the bloodletter says that they need to find the blacksmith. But even the knowledge of who that is is beyond the bloodletter.