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confusedspaceotter · 2 years ago

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A little(?) recap/guide thingy Warrior Nun edition:

This is my attempt to make a wn guide and will cover some basic information about the show, the plot and a brief introduction of the characters + my personal options about them.

A long post since I’ve been hypervixated on the show since s2 dropped.

Some basic info

Warrior nun(2020-) is a show created by Simon Barry based on the comic book character Warrior Nun Areala by Ben Dunn.

The first season of the show aired on Netflix( which we will refer to as Netflop) on 2020 July and was renewed for a second season that was released on November 2022.

Sadly, in December of 2022, that show was cancelled by Netflop BUT AFTER 6 MONTHS OF HARDWORK BY SHOWRUNNER SIMON BARRY, THE CAST AND CREW OF WN AND THE WN FANDOM, ON JUNE 28 2023, IT WAS ANNOUNCED BY SIMON BARRY ON TWITTER THAT THE SHOW WILL RETURN!!

(I’m so proud of us for real, I know is late but happy pride everyone 🌈)

Now on to the story( and the reason why I fucking love this show other then Avatrice)

The plot

The story begins with a quadriplegic 19-year-old orphan, Ava Silva, when she wakes up in a morgue with religious artifact known as the halo. Soon, Ava discovered that she now have superpowers and she was hunted down by both the owner of the halo, the Order of the Cruciform Sword(OCS for short), a group of secret warrior nuns that works for the Catholic Church that fights demons, and the literal demons from hell, who wants to use the halo to open the gates of hell.

Tl;dr Local 19-year-old girl Ava Silva who was previously quadriplegic and dead, was resurrected by a literal angel halo slap on her back by one of the secret nuns that work for the Catholic Church, Ava now has to fight literal demons.

(Slight s2 spoiler below)

Oh and she got a really cool sword and a gf later and that’s why we call her bisexual Jesus.

The characters

Not going to go too in-depth because if I do this post will go on forever, so I’ll give a brief overview of them + my some own opinions on them.

( I tried to keep it as spoiler free as possible but there might be spoilers of s1 now let us begin!)

1. Ava Silva( portrayed by Alba Baptista)

- Local quadriplegic orphan was resurrected by a mysterious devine donut so she’s understandably confused

- But that’s also why she’s so passionate about life( because she’s been trap in a bed for like years)

- Also that’s why I would describe her as child-like because she basically didn’t get one( she got a TV buddy in the orphanage tho, props to you Diego🫡)

- Chaotic ™

- At first glance, she might seem selfish but that’s only because girlie just wanted to live okay

- Is trying her best🥹

- Funny?!( personally I love her humour)

- Solid 10/10 character development in s2

- Will forever be my baby💕

- (Now slight s2 spoilers)

- AVATRICE AVATRICE AVATRICE( for those of you who don’t know, it is a wlw ship between Ava Silva and Sister Beatrice)

- Still can’t believe our bisexual Jesus got resurrected twice

- I just fucking love her okay

2. Sister Beatrice( portrayed by Kristina Tonteri-Young)

- part of the OCS

- Asian repppp( as an asian, any asian rep is a automatic W)

- Is the smart one( Carmila comes very close)

- Knows a shit tone of languages because of that private education( *in Mary’s voice* “yasss private education”)

- Is the one in charge because of how trustworthy she is

- Everyone is so badass but she is The badass( shameless plug to the badass Beatrice compilation I made)

- (Now on to some S1 spoilers)

- she’s a lesbian, gay🌈🌈🌈

- Asian lesbian representation my beloved

- Her coming out scene is literally perfect I’ve never since something this beautiful on TV for a long time

- It’s just so sincere and real and emotional and it’s making me feel stuff which I will allow

- (Now even more spoilers about s2)

- DID I MENTION AVATRICE

- also really really love how she now expresses herself more openly( get that character development Bea✨

- I can’t wait for them to reunite 🥹

3. Shotgun Mary(portrayed by Toya Turner )

- part of the OCS( as an independent contractor)

- just trying to get revenge for her gf sister warrior Shannon

- gives no fucks

- get shit done

- Miss “Baby girl I’ve got two shotguns” Mary

- Might look scary/ cold but she cares about everyone(yes, even Lilith)

- The older sister of the OCS

- The kind of friend that will whoop your ass if she thinks your making a bad decision to knock some sense into you

4. Sister Lilith(portrayed by Lorena Andrea)

- Part of the OCS( her family have been serving the church for like ages)

- Was supposed to be the next halo bearer(until it got shoved into Ava by accident)

- So she dislikes ava(understandable, again she’s the one who’s supposed to be the next halo-bearer)

- Ambitious

- Believes in the church/the rules more then the people( part of the reason why she is determined to get the halo back from Ava)

- Will do anything to achieve her goal(even if it meant hurting her friends/family)

- Strive for perfection(because she doesn’t want to disappoint her mother

- (S2 spoilers below)

- Idk what happened to her in s2

- The only way I could justify her actions is she was brainwashed or something

- Personally, I understand/like S1 Lilith more

- Doest stop her from being hot and making me simp for her tho

5. Sister Camila(portrayed by Olivia Delcán)

- must protect at all cost

- The youngest out of the OCS

- The most inexperienced(again coz she’s the youngest)

- Beatrice is her mentor/ closest big old sister( absolutely love their dynamic)

- Camila 🤝🏻 Ava being the chaotic child™

- Is the tech girl

- Is shy and soft but

- she’s very capable of whooping your ass

- Seeing her slowly growing and believing in herself more is just🥰🥺

6. Mother Mommy Superion(portrayed by Sylvia De Fanti)

- Mother of five (the OCS kids

- Girl boss✨

- Very protective of her kids

- Caretaker of the sister warriors( she trains them too

- Might seem harsh but is only because she wants what’s best for them

- Now how did mother superion get her title ohhh I wonder👀( it will be answered in S2)

- She means business

- Milf( okay have you seen her??

- Everytime she shows up my monkey brain just goes “mother is mothering.”

- Is serious like 90% of the time ( ohhh but I wonder whyyy did something happen I wonderrr(( also will be answered in S2))

7. Father Vincent(portrayed by Tristán Reuten)

- Is a man(I know is obvious but he’s literally one of the only few man in the cast I had to give him a shoutout

- The man in charge and give orders to the sister warriors

- One of the only few people Mary trusts( I view them as mentor & mentee but I can also see adoptive father & adoptive daughter too)

- Calculative(you know, from being a strategic leader to the warrior sisters

- The authority figure that kinda gone rogue( by being on Ava’s side

- Respected by the sisters warriors( you know he is a father after all

Other random shit

Reasons why I recommend this show:

- it’s wlw( yes I’m once again talking about avatrice what about it)

- one of the few shows on the market rn that actually have a diverse cast( and not just a cast full of white people and one black/Asian/Latian-American person)

- with a diverse cast, comes with multiple characters speaking in languages other then English( Spanish, French, German etc)

- a almost all female cast

- and they are all strong badass women who will whoop your ass

- a show with Christian/ Catholic themes which fits well into the narrative( ie is not overly anti religion but also not too religious that gives you religious trauma)

- which brings us to the clever parallels and metaphors( one of the most obvious one is Ava, a character that was resurrected by a divine power, is a direct reference to irl Jesus)

- the character development is real( the main character was held accountable for her actions, realised her mistakes, takes responsibility and learns to do better)

-we got action, we got comedy, we got heartfelt scenes, what more do you need?

Now since I know nothing about cinematography I’ll just link this wonderful edit I found on YouTube and let it speak for it self.

Hope this guide thingy helps!

#yes I know I didn’t mention Adriel I don’t wanna spoil too much #if you spot any typos is not me is adhd #ava silva #sister beatrice #shotgun mary #sister Lilith #sister camila #mother superion #father vincent #wn guide thingy #warrior nun

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lostetiquette · 3 months ago

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Business as usual...

it's giving, "The Man" vibes

andddd she's covered in V's

Versace, Victoria's Secret & Vuitton

V = 5 ~ TS 5 ~ 1989

She's wearing a laced corset

She's laced her songs with "narcotics"

🎶 Put narcotics into all of my songs 🎶 Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Narcotics are Drugs

🎶 my drug is my baby 🎶 Don't Blame Me

Taylor's Versace Tweed MASCULINE BLAZER has a Buffalo Plaid pattern, called micro windowpane pattern website

The Buffalo Plaid pattern has a DEEP history, I quickly found/read this article from HGTV on the history of the Buffalo Check, here's my quick takeaway...

National Records of Scotland, registers this pattern as:

"Rob Roy MacGregor tartan" and worn by the MacGregor clan beginning as early as the proscriptions when, following the Jacobite uprisings of the 17th and 18th century, wearing certain forms of traditional Highland dress was prohibited

The pattern was traded in the Americas to the Sioux and Cheyenne warriors, who coined the term Buffalo Plaid

Others point to Pennsylvania and the Woolrich company, which released a red and black shirt in “buffalo check” in 1850. “Legend has it,” the company says, “that the designer of this iconic fabric owned a herd of buffalo, so he named the black and red checkered fabric after his beloved herd.” Source

My thoughts continued:

MacGregor > McGregor aka Conor McGregor who starred in the 1989 remake of Road House

also starring Jake Gyllenhaal...😏 see where this is going?

Both Road House movies, the 1989 and 2024 versions were heavy HAYLOR - I picked up on the clues when watching...

If this invisible string is connected,

then I get the idea that Taylor is ready for a fight?

Idk, I could be totally wrong...this is just the string that my mind sees and follows

If you've stuck with me up until this point...go to @taylahschildoffical on IG and peek at the embroidered number on that baby's onesie. . . 17

Just one more thought...Versace called the pattern a micro window pane

Windows are mentioned so many time throughout Taylor's discography....I'll have to continue to collect my thoughts on this...

🪟

Is it just me or is she dressed as if she's about to give a speech at a trump rally? 😭😭 the whole outfit is just not it.

IDK, she has always worn red to the games and in general but it did remind me of this

#haylor #invisible string #taylor swift coded

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obislittleone · 3 years ago

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What Once Was Mine

Chapter One

Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unware of, was the real reason she'd been hidden away for so long. Changes comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.

Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU

Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader

A/n: Hello Lovelings!! Enjoy this half baked idea that popped into my head while reading a bunch of dark academia imagines... also let me know if you want to be tagged on future chapters!

Warnings: none

SERIES MASTERLIST

INTRODUCTION:

Mandalore, the great kingdom of warriors. Over the years it has harvested many secrets, many conspiracies, and several tragedies. What else would one expect from such a place, in which most citizens dedicate themselves to the eternal struggle of warfare. Perhaps the most tragic happening to ever occur to the over-worshipped and idolized land would be the disappearance of the baby princess Kryze.

So many stories were thought up by members of the royal family, as well as some palace residents, to try and somehow cover up their horrible mistake. Families don't just misplace children, most of all future heirs to the throne. What really happened was the most infuriating tale to tell, and though the king and queen didn't know it's truth, many others within their courts did, and they kept it a secret.

The baby had been discovered by one of the nurses to hold magical properties, that of which no one in Mandalore had ever been capable of. These powers were also not of the wise Elves that resided in the high mountainside. Whispers were passed around for several weeks until finally a decision was made. The baby could not be trusted to grow in this kingdom, royalty or not. That's how witches were created, witches that harmed many nations and brought down armies all on their own accord, with only a wave of their hands.

Nothing planned was ever mentioned to the royal family, nor was anything said about the child's abilities. In the middle of the night, the baby was taken. There were rumors about a witch on the far off stretches of the kingdom that went into hiding when her powers were found out. The stories were not true, the woman held no magical properties whatsoever, but when she was offered the child, she didn't hesitate in accepting.

The members of the castle staff felt what they were doing was the right thing for the entire kingdom. They were even obliged to do the honor of ridding themselves of that child, in fears that one day she could even kill them. Fear is the downfall of any soldier, any Mandalorian should know that.

For twelve years the great warriors set out to find the child, and after reaching the outsides of every kingdom and not finding any hope of the lost princess still being alive, the king and queen grew weary in their search, and eventually gave up, their hearts shattering. They died in early ages, and left the throne to their eldest daughter Satine. There was another daughter that was born from the king and queen, only a year after they had lost the baby they so dearly missed. They hoped and prayed that it might bring them some ease in the years of sorrow that followed, but it didn't, and now that they were gone, Bo Katan Kryze sat at the right hand of the throne to her sister.

Mandalore had many enemies, some within their own territory, and some even within the palace walls. Satine was a just ruler, and beloved by all, or at least most. The few that despised her ideals, and didn't want to give up their old and treacherous ways of life attacked the queen, and in the arms of her future consort, she died a heroic death.

Bo Katan did not want the throne of Mandalore, and when it came time to crown her the queen of the strong nation, she accepted a challenge for the reigning dark saber, the item that possessed real power and that who wielded it was the true ruler. The challenger of said saber, was Moff Gideon, King of the distant neighboring kingdom.

Bo Katan didn't even fight like she knew she could, for she was absolutely opposed to ruling the kingdom that killed her sister. After everything she did for them, they brought her down to death.

Moff Gideon would be the new king of Mandalore for years to come.

More time flew by like the silver crested birds that resided in the kingdom's trees. The baby princess had grown into a beautiful girl, happy and vibrant despite her isolation, and constant verbal abuse. The woman who took her in had raised her to believe that she was her birth mother, and that they had fled to this old mansion away from any kingdom to keep outsiders safe. She told the young girl that she had picked up her whole life and went into hiding just because of the powers her dear daughter possessed.

As a small girl, her powers grew, and she didn't know how to harness them, so when the mother told her it was best to stay inside, she believed it all. She believed that she was dangerous, and had the ability to kill people. It was an awful lie to spew to someone so innocent and trusting, but it was the only way to keep her from harming anyone outside. The truth was, her powers were fantastic, and the older she got, the more she could do. She even learned to heal injuries, and used that magic to save small animals that would try and come into the house. Mother had set traps all around the mansion, just incase anyone was stupid enough try try and enter. The traps harmed creatures big and small, but the princess never let them die. She was too kind for that. Too gentle.

When mother brought home a small creature, resembling that of a baby goblin, it was like years of solitude had finally been made easier. The baby was also blessed with magical powers, and due to a strong bond that connected them, a companionship formed. Almost that of a mother and son. He couldn't speak, it seemed he was far too young, but he was able to communicate through brain waves, and she could somehow feel his thoughts. His name was Grogu, and he was an outcast just like she was., cursed to stay away from all humanity.

It came to a point where she was unable to feel love towards her abilities, and just wished them away. She thought that if she could just give them up, she would no longer have to deal with her daily struggle of loneliness, and she could live the life she had read so many stories about. She wanted to be like the characters of her books so badly, to feel the freedoms they felt. She procured a special necklace, made by her own hands, in attempts to somehow trap her powers within it. She took so long to be able to do so, but when it was finally successful, she felt it was time to ask her mother a very important question. It was her eighteenth birthday tomorrow, and she wanted more than anything to go outside.

CHAPTER ONE:

"This is a very big day, Grogu," you paced back and forth by the window, waiting for your mother to enter the old home. "I'm finally going to do it, I'm going to ask her."

He babbled at the words, bringing a smile to your lips as you watched the way he played with his little clothing wrap in anticipation.

"And don't worry, if she says yes I'm sure you can come, too."

At the sound of crunching leaves below the open window, you spun around wildly, your dress flourishing with every small movement. Your bare feet raised and lowered your body with a slight bounce. The anxiousness was too much to bear.

The door closed, and you swept up Grogu in your arms, racing down the stairs and skipping every other step. It wasn't dangerous, you had done it every day without fail.

"Mother! I'm so happy you're back," You exclaimed with a broad, bright, and beautiful smile. She held her arms open in a show of beckoning you for a hug. She was always so theatrical with her displays of emotional affection, pushing them over the top to ensure you believed and felt every part of it. Truth be told you didn't know what real love was, aside from the strengthened relationship with Grogu that became deeper every day.

"My dear, it's been a long day. I'm sorry I took so long, but I seemed to have rolled my ankle going up the hill. Would you mind?" She asked in a sing song tone. It was nothing to you, because this happened every so often and there was never a doubt in your mind that she really needed your power. The innocence that still plagued the inner workings of your brain prevented you from seeing the woman liked to take advantage of the gifts you held.

"Of course, Mother," you helped her around the corner into the sitting room by the entry hall, and letting her relax back into one of the elaborate chairs. It was strange how she limped inside the house, but when you watched from afar, gazing out the open window she hadn't huddled her steps at all.

"I brought you more apples from the village, I know your little friend adores them," she said gesturing to Grogu who sat in the spot you placed him. He made some gurgling sounds of excitement before looking down to fiddle with his little green hands.

"Thank you, I'm sure they're wonderful."

You knelt before her, ever bit as submissive as a humble servant, pushing away her dress skirt to find her ankle. It wasn't swollen, nor did it seem to need any attention, but you strived to make her happy, especially on a day like today. The better her mood, the likelier for you to achieve your biggest dream tomorrow.

You tightened your hands around the small area and focused all your energy into healing that fraction of her body. You felt a bit of your own life force leave you when it passed through to her, and you squeezed your eyes shut to avoid the minimal sensation of dizziness for a few seconds. She let out a sigh of relief, then jumped up from her chair, gliding across the room to admire her appearance in the gold crested mirror that hung steadily on the wall since before you could remember.

"I feel so much better, dear," she held onto your arms, bringing you beside her before ruffing your intricately braided hair. She knew that you were not fond of the action, but you didn't show it this time, and she was nearly upset as to not have you riled up over it like usual.

She stepped passed you and went to perform the same action with Grogu, who was not needing to be on his best behavior. He acted up immediately, flailing his arms about to try and rid himself of her. She laughed maniacally, going back to her seat before riffling through the basket you'd woven her last summer.

"Mother, I was wondering if perhaps you remembered what tomorrow was?" This was the plan: present each point to her carefully, leading up to the grand question.... but it had to be done slowly, as to warm her up to the idea first.

"Darling, how could I forget your birthday?"

Right, so she remembered this year.

"I didn't mean that you would, I was just wondering if you'd thought of any gifts yet? If not, I have an idea that may suffice," you said, the smile on your face spreading as you heart picked up it's pace behind your chest.

"To be frank with you, I hadn't gotten anything prepared. I was going to try and find something for you when I left for the afternoon."

Perfect. You glanced back at Grogu, who was clearly listening in on the conversation as of now, for his features were focused straight ahead to where you both sat. He let his eyes drift between you and her a few times before you finally got the hint. That little creature was so much smarter than any of animal you'd come across in your life.

"I wish to go outside," you blurted out, the anxiety was too much as it bubbled up through your skin. You were surprised at yourself for your straight forward confession, and figured you might need to clarify. "Only for a day, to see the kingdom."

Her laughter was unexpected, and quite deflating. She saw your request as a joke, and it made you feel silly having even asked. You'd built up so much courage to say the words, and now they seemed foolish.

"You are quite the jester, dear," she stood, lifting her basket to leave and restock the kitchen with the apples she brought, but you couldn't give up so easily. If she was to say no, it would be after you presented all you had practiced. You reached out you hand to hold her in place and she turned back to face you with a smirk.

"I do not mean to be funny, mother. I really do wish to have a day in the kingdom. I have planned everything out if you would mind to hear?" You brought the small green stone out from under the corset hem of your dress, holding it in your hand to show her if she was willing to see.

"Dearest one, you know it is not safe for you to leave. You could hurt someone, or heavens forbid, they could hurt you," She came closer, her tone was seen as truthful and compassionate by you, but it was nothing but manipulative and demeaning. "It is selfish to think you can handle so much in just one day. What if you killed someone?"

"I have a way to control it now. This necklace-"

"The necklace that can hold all your power, yes darling, I've heard it before, but you cannot ever truly know if it will work," she looked down upon you with sympathy... no, not sympathy, pity.

"I know it will work, I've tested it over and again and it can finally help me control it," you practically begged and pleaded with your eyes for her to stay and listen, and not forget this interaction ever happened by choosing to leave the room and ignore it.

"You have never been outside of this house, what makes you possibly think you have any idea of what you are talking about? You may have tested it here every single day of your entire life, and still never know if it will work out there," her voice boomed louder this time, and it frustrated you to no end, knowing that this would all end in tears and distress. You hated fighting with her, because you knew no matter how hard you stood your ground, the walls eventually crumbled down and you would be the loosing party.

"I just want to know what it's like, for one day..." You pleaded with everything you had in you, but it seemed like that was the last straw for her.

"Enough with all of this nonsense! You are not leaving this house, ever!" Her screams startled the baby, and as tears came brimming the corners of your eyes, you ran to his rescue, scooping him up and cradling him to your chest. He nuzzled his head there, feeling safer now that he had the familiar warmth of your arms around him.

The tears that threatened to spill came pooling over like waterfalls, and when your mother saw them, she was completely and totally calm within a moment.

"Dear, you must know that I do this for your own good, and for the good of all the people in that village. Imagine the guilt you would feel if you let harm befall any of those citizens. And Imagine how much pain I would be in if they took you away. You would surely be burned alive if they found out what you can do," she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around both you and Grogu, trying to bring a false sense of comfort to the air.

"I'm sorry, mother," You let out, letting your head fall on her shoulder. You didn't have any other shoulder to cry on, so what was the harm?

"It's alright dear, I love you very much."

"I love you more," you said, and it was true. You loved her more than she could ever love you.

"I love you most."

The turrets of the castle were the first to be compromised. The job was easy; get in, capture the bounty, and get out. It would supposedly be even lees of a hassle due to the fact that this bounty was not a person, but an item, rather. The buyer, being from a far off land, across the sea. It was priceless to this kingdom's heritage, and if it was lost, then truly it would be the last string to pull before the great Mandalore fell apart.

The three bounty hunters for the job were the best in this realm and the next, with rewards hanging over all their heads. Few even knew their names, one of them didn't so much as have a face to put to a wanted poster. It was a mask and a hood that hung all over the kingdom's walls, trees, and even town buildings. His accomplices were better known, but still a bit hard to find. The only people who ever saw them in a daily setting were the hunters of the guild on the outside of Mandalore's ridge.

Today they faced no danger, or so they thought. Snatching the dark saber had been the simplest part of the plan, now to escape the guards, and the horse riders who would be catching up with them shortly.

"Xi'an, company on your left," the hooded figure spoke as they quickly made their getaway. The woman wasted no time in pulling a knife from her holster and slashing through the guard that was foolish enough to approach her.

"Your eyes never cease to amaze me, Djarin," the shorter man cried out as he wasted away another poor soldier. These men that the hunters took no time in killing were innocent lives, who's blood was shed by treachery. The only one who didn't kill a soul was the masked and hooded figure, Djarin.

"Maybe you're just getting old," He replied, leading them all to a gulch in the offset of the forest they entered. "Alright, I think we lost them, but be ready for anything. I heard them send for horses when we left the gates."

"It'll be just fine, Din. Relax," Xi'an said seductively, her hips swaying in front of the masked man as she went deeper into the woods. Her lilac colored hair made her stand out in a crowd, and though her teammates begged her to change it time and again, she refused, saying that she could handle some extra attention. She had harbored massive sexual tension towards the hooded bounty hunter, but it was clear he did not share her enthusiasm. He used to, but now it was too much. He liked to focus on his jobs more, and less on her, she couldn't become a distraction.

"We may need to head towards the guild. They can hide us there until we need to meet at the rendezvous point," the shorter man said. Ranzar Malk, an old soul, with the heart of a lion, ready to kill if given the chance. His friends called him Ran, but he had few friends, just accomplices.

"That's a bad idea. They know we have the most valuable weapon in the world, they won't leave any building in this kingdom unchecked," his deep voice made weary his partners, if you can really call them that.

"Are you proposing we skip town?" Xi'an came sauntering back towards the group, and as she did, they all turned at the wound of horses beginning to run out of the gates.

They all instictively began to run as fast as their legs could carry them. Din Djarim was a fast runner, and was quick with his wits and intellect. He was able to maneuver through the woods as if he'd been through them many times. A few times, sure, but you wouldn't have known it. Every step he made was that of a man who knew where he was going. The others had a harder time keeping up with him, and since he had no real attachment to them, he didn't mind if they fell back from him and to the hands of the Mandalorian guards. All he had to do was finish the job, and he'd get payed, no questions asked.

"Djarin!" Ran cried, and when Din turned to look over his shoulder, he saw that they had been cornered. They didn't know how to move quite as well as he did through the rugged areas, and now they payed for it.

"I will get you for this, you bastard," Xi'an's words were the last to ring in his ear. He knew they wouldn't stop until they got the sword of Mandalore. The rightful claim to the kingdom itself. If he could just get to the waterside, perhaps he could steal a small ship to get away with. The rendezvous was on the outskirts of town anyways, so it wouldn't make much of a difference if he had to sail around to get there.

He must have run for miles by now, and his lungs were burning. He no longer heard the galloping horse hooves behind his six, but the far all yelling in the distance was a reminder that he wasn't quite safe.

He ran further until he reached a dead end, where the only option was to drop down the steep mountainside. He wasn't one to stray from a challenge. His skilled steps helped him onto the cliffside, slowly makinf his way down to the base of it. He was sure by now he'd lost the guards, because after several minutes of climbing downwards, they never reached the cliffside.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of fog and mystery. He'd never been to this corner of the kingdom before, and doubted anyone else had either for that matter. He couldn't barely see where he was going, but as he kept stumbling about, the nidt became thinner and less prominent. He waved around his eyes a few times to make sure what he was seeing was real. An old house stood in the corner of the spacious grounds, hidden by even more trees and foliage.

The house on the outside looked dark and haunted, and he doubted anyone lived there for years. It meant it was the perfect hiding spot to lay low until things calmed down a bit in the kingdom. Then maybe he could sneak out and about to meet his client.

He trudged up the steps to the front door, opening it slowly with a creak in it's wake.

The interior of the house did not look old amd forgotten at all. Almost as if it had not sustained any damage that the exterior held. Everything seemed to be in working order, which he thanked heavens for, because his stay in this old home just became more enjoyable.

He stepped into a small sitting room, taking the saber out of the satchel it was confined to, before pulling the trigger like switch on the hilt. There came forth a blade unlike anything he'd ever seen, the dark metal with the interwoven lines of silver between each crevice. It was a miracle to behold in person.

"Alone at last," he mumbled under his breath before he caught the movement of something from the corner of his eyes. He turned around to see an open book on a chair, the pages weren't dusty and had no signs of age. In fact, he thought he couod recall the title of the book being released just two weeks ago by the famous author that resided within Mandalore.

He glanced up from the book, seeing a blown out candle, the smoke still emanating from the burnt wick. Some was here, and they knew he was, too.

Out of no where, an invisible force threw him backwards into the wall, making his vision go dark as he sunk down the boards and landed on his arse. The last thing he saw befoee everything went dark was the outline of a beautiful girl rushing towards him.

Tags are open, baes!!

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l-r-christian · 4 years ago

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HEYYY can you pleaseeee do a Klaus mikaelson and reader imagine where klaus is stuck in his wolf form and the reader takes care of the wolf him? i hope this makes sense! take your time love no rush!

Awwww this is gonna be all kinds of cute

Warnings: Fluff, all of fluff

Klaus was annoyed, angry even as some how Damon convinced Bonnie to do a spell that trapped him as wolf. With a huff Klaus went to the one person he could trust the moment as there was no way he was returning to his siblings while like this. Klaus trotted out to Mystic Falls woods, he went deep to a place none dared to go.

Klaus trotted until he came up to a cabin that held a secret of his that not even his siblings knew.

Y/N was tenting to her garden of herbs when she heard a twig snap making her look up cover her baby bump with one hand her other grabbing a dagger. The witch paused seeing a wolf stop at her salt line watching her smile gently at him as she stood up.

"Hello Niklaus." Y/N said voice like honey to Klaus. Y/N was an old witch that practiced old ancient magic and Klaus had met her years ago and couldn't help fall for her and no one knew of her. Klaus took great care to be sure to protect her even more so learning she was pregnant with his son.

"Got yourself in a mess I see my beloved wolf." Y/N says lightly moving to him allowing him to pass the salt line as right away he nuzzled her bump. Y/N gently rubbed Klaus's ears then knelt down hugging him as he had been gone for too long for her taste.

"Let's see if I can fix this my love."

Klaus sat in front of a warm fire watching his witch work putting herbs in a bowl crushing them to brew some tea. Y/N had already fed him cleaning him up before seeing how she could help Klaus.

"I can not remove the spell without harming you. So with this tea it'll have the magic run a natural course though you. By morning you will be able to shift back."

Klaus drank the tea once she placed it front of him then layed his head on her lap when she sat in front of the fire. Y/N sighed smiling softly running her fingers over his fur relaxing the hybrid.

"I must thank you for the herbs you sent me my wolf." Y/N says rubbing his head as Klaus huffed tilting his head listening to the heart beat of the baby.

"He is heathly, a little warrior like his father." Y/N spoak softly as she was lulling Klaus to sleep something he adored about her as Y/N made it easy for Klaus to relax. Y/N had a calming effect on the hybrid he didn't understand just what it was but all he knew was that he loved the witch.

Y/N had shifted laying against Klaus's side as he curled around her as if he was trying to hide her away from the world. Both just enjoyed having the other close again as the two could just the other's presence without saying a word.

Y/N had fallen asleep on Klaus having found him comfortable as it wasn't everyday she didn't get to cuddle his wolf form. Klaus woke next morning smiling feeling Y/N's head on his chest.

"Niklaus!" Klaus heard Elijah shout waking Y/N and in a blur she was on the couch and Klaus was on the porch. Elijah stared at his brother and wanted to go to him but the salt line stopped him.

"Hello Elijah. How did you find me?"

"I made a deal with Miss Bennett. I wouldn't harm her for turning you into a wolf if she found you."

"A Bennett witch cursed you?" Y/N asked stepping up behind Klaus as Elijah stared surprised that Klaus seemed to soften.

"It was."

"Hmmm." Y/N hummed Klaus smiled reaching for her hand knowing she was annoyed. Elijah's eyes fell to her abdomen as Klaus helped her down the steps.

"Please Elijah Mikaelson come into our home." Y/N said allowing Elijah to step over the salt line.

"Niklaus?"

"Y/N is my witch as you can tell. She is also the mother of my child." Klaus said leaning Elijah to the cabin to explain everything and to get to know the witch that stole Klaus's heart.

#L.R writes #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson fluff

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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago

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Broken-Style Remix: Yandere Mother Talia Al Ghul

Broken: When it comes to Yandere Mothers, Talia Al Ghul is one of my favorites; considering how obsessed she is with her baby daddy. Recently, I came into a Yandere Talia Al Ghul Image made by @anxiousnerdwritings & with their permission, I have been allowed to make this Broken-Style Remix! Now, let the words weave together!!!

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

SUBTITLE: THE ONE YOU THREW AWAY

Talia Al Ghul wanted things thing and would do anything to obtain those things - Complete Control & Undeniable Power. She was the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul - The Head Demon of the League of Assassin & Immortal Mad-Man, well...not anymore; now Talia was on the Throne as Head of the League of Assassins, but there was a time before everything went to hell. Talia always wanted to have power but she also wanted someone to share it with - that came in the form of the Protector of Gotham - The Masked Savior, Batman. Talia was entranced by his power and skill, he would have been a perfect partner to rule with if he wasn't so hesitant to kill but she could sculpt him to fit her mold one way or another but first she needed to get him on her side. Her father thought of him as the perfect heir but there was no way the protector would join him, so Talia planned and that plan was to give herself and Bruce an heir - the perfect combination of the two of them. However, a wrench was thrown into that plan when inside of one - there were two.

A Son & A Daughter.

A Son that mirrored his father in young as he would in adulthood, with the exception of the emerald eyes that Talia possessed - the eyes of an Al Ghul. He was given the name Damian.

Her daughter was another story: she grew to look just as Talia did in her youth but she had her father's calm blue eyes - the eyes of a protector. The eyes of a Wayne. The eyes of a savior, not a killer - she was flawed with those eyes. She was named Bellatrix - just as her father, she would be expected to be a great warrior.

When it was time to hone their skills, it was clear that they were the perfect combination of the Al Ghul and Wayne Genes - Damian more. He was the perfect killer, merciless and quick; he wouldn't give his enemies time to speak. No, enemies were too kind of a word to describe them - they were his prey while he was the hunter. He didn't care how many he had to cut down; he would never tire until all of them were dead at his feet.

Bellatrix - on the other hand - was a different story. It was clear she had the skills, it was obvious that she had the power, but the main issue was that she wouldn't finish the job; she lacked the most important trait of the Al Ghul Bloodline - she refused to kill. Talia feared this - she was just like her father and she didn't want weakness into the pain; especially since she was the eldest of the two. She either had to fix the problem or completely remove it.

And she would much prefer the latter.

Ra's loved his grandchildren all the same - he didn't care of Bellatrix didn't kill, he was pleased enough that she was able to complete impossible tasks alone and come back unscabbed. He would praise her and he would train with her in his free time - the two of them were fond of meditation to keep themselves centered.

"Remember Granddaughter: If you are completely centered then there is nothing you can't overcome. Knowing your center is knowing your true power." - That is what Ra's would tell her during those times.

As time passed on, Talia noticed that Bellatrix gained in power and knowledge every day while her son showed just how much of an Al Ghul he was every time he went on a mission, but that didn't matter to Talia - that girl...that mistake...was a single dot in the way of her son's rightful place as Head of The League & she had to something about it.

And she did.

One night - Talia told Bellatrix to accompany her to the desert for recon and the girl agreed, thinking it was going to be a mother-daughter experience. The two of them sourced their bounds but found nothing, Bellatrix looked around the dunes to see if there was something hiding in the desert's darkness until her body made her move and she dodged just in the next of time as a blade came in close contact with her throat. She reached for her sword, only for her hand to be grabbed, and turned it to her back. She was then grabbed from other directions before being kicked in the back of her knees and came to her knees in the sand. She struggled and looked at the cloaked figures that held her until she looked at her mother.

"Mother! Help!" She begged for her mother.

"Why would I do that," Talia walked over to her bound daughter as one of the assassins handed her a sword, "When it took me so long to get you here?" Talia looked into her daughter's eyes with emptiness.

"You...You planned this? Mother, why would you do this?" Bellatrix asked.

"This is something I should have done from the start, after all - My Beloved needs an heir, not a burden. You are a stain on the Al Ghul Name, an Al Ghul that refuses to kill is not an Al Ghul; hell, you aren't even an assassin. You're a defect, a flaw, a wrench in my plan to have my beloved rule behind me as King and Queen of the League of Assassins."

Bellatrix's eyes widened at the sight of her mother raising her sword.

"And all defects must be eliminated." Talia growled as her arm thrust forward - Bellatrix's eyes widened and her jaw locked to keep herself from screaming as the blade ripped through her chest and came out on the other side.

Talia lifted her foot - the other assassins released the girl - and kicked her to the dirt and watched her groan in pain before going limp in the cold desert night.

"Dispose of the body. I have to deliver the news that the heir has been killed and watch my one true child take his rightful place." Talia didn't give her daughter's body a second glance as she turned and walked away to her jet that was waiting for her.

She should have checked her vitals.

[Timeskip - Years Later]

Years had gone by but Talia still thinks back to the night she stuck her sword through her daughter's body and left her for dead; she was so certain that was what she wanted by there was something missing and for once in her life, it had nothing to do with her Beloved Bat. She tried to put those thoughts aside for she was on a mission.

After the death of her father, she found some research on a mind-control agent that she could use to have the one she wanted most but the League was too thin and most were doing other tasks while some were rebuilding the complex, thus the Head of the Demon Clan had to deal with it on her own, which she was fine with.

However, something felt different - she wasn't sure what it was...but she knew something was going to happen tonight.

Talia did what she had to do and secured to the agent before making her way back to the roof - only to have two people walking for her.

One was a tall man with a red helmet, a brown leather jacket, a gray Bat-Armor with a Red Bat Insignia on the chest; Talia could see the pistols and ammo belts around his waist.

The second was a feminine figure: She was around the same height as Damian, wearing Bat-Armor that looked a lot like a Ninja's outfit with a sword on her back and a dark blue Bat Insignia on her chest. Her hair was long and black but tied in a ponytail, except some hair that freely fell in her face and covered some of the ribbon eye mask around her eyes.

"I guess my beloved couldn't make it to see me?" Talia asked as she placed the agent in her pocket.

"We were the closest in the area so he sent us to what it was about - didn't think we'd find his batshit crazy baby-momma here." The Red Hood said as he folded his arms.

"Too bad, he might have convinced me to surrender but I don't have an issue with breaking children who stand in my way." Talia said.

"You never had an issue with killing them, why would you have an issue with breaking them?" The female said.

"What did you say?" Talia said as she looked at the female figure.

"You don't remember the child you killed? The blood of the Al Ghul you spilled? The child you detested because she wouldn't kill so you decided to kill her instead?" The female stepped forward and reached for her eye mask, "You don't remember my voice...Mother?" She pulled it off and Talia's eyes widened when they locked with the blue eyes of her late daughter - the one that was supposed to die. The stain in her plan.

"You lived? After all of these years, you dare come to face me again?" Talia narrowed her eyes.

"Rather cold to say to your kid who came back from the dead, Lady." He looked at Bellatrix, "Bat-Fang, you wanna deal with her while I wait on the old man?" He asked.

"You read my mind." Bellatrix stepped forward and pulled her sword out, "Arm yourself."

"I guess some stains are harder to wash out." Talia said as she pulled her sword out, "I'll make sure you don't come back."

Emerald and Sapphire locked with each other before the thunderclap of the coming storm sent them both into attack mode. Their blades clashed against each other as the two women danced in a deadly dance, Talia was focused but at the same time confused - how was Bellatrix this focused when the anger in her eyes was so strong? Talia tried harder and used more power but that was the opening Bellatrix needed.

Talia watched as the girl grabbed the sword with her left hand before delivering a swift but devastating kick to her gut, sending her skipping like a stone against the roof as she released the grip of her sword. Talia picked herself off the ground and glared at her eldest as the girl place her own sword back in its sheath and shatter Talia's into two halves, letting the shards and sword halves fall to her feet before she charged at her mother. Talia's guard went up as the two of them locked in a brawl.

'What is going on here? She was never this fast or ruthless! What is...'

Her thoughts were cut off as Bellatrix grabbed her foot and began to swing her until Bellatrix let her go and got stuck in a window. Talia opened her eyes from the impact just in time to see the glare on her daughter's face as she came soaring and her fist connected with Talia's face, sending them both into the abandoned building. Talia groaned from the pain but more pain was added when she felt her daughter grab her by her hair and pull her to her feet.

"What do you have to say now, Talia? Am I still defective?" Bellatrix asked before she punched the Assassin Leader in the face, making her crash into a crumbling wall.

"Am I still a flaw?" Bellatrix asked as she spartan-kicked Talia through the wall and into the living room, making the woman fall on her back.

"Am I still the wrench in your perfect plan? Am I?!" Bellatrix barked as she grabbed her mother by the next and punched her in the face, making her back hit a window. Talia's version was blurry from the pain but when it came together - her eyes widened at the murderous gaze in her eyes.

"Am I still not an Al Ghul?" Bellatrix punched her in the face again - sending the woman crashing through the window again but this time, she felt on a lower roof of a building just as another thunderclap echoed through the sky and the rain began to fall. Talia grunted at the pain but opened her eyes to watch her daughter jump out the window and walk over to her; glaring down at her with blue eyes.

"How... How did you survive?" She asked.

"You should have checked my vitals before you left me to die; once you were gone, I took care of the assassins that you had hold me. I'm not proud I shed their blood but I knew if I didn't, they were going to make sure I was dead." Bellatrix answered.

"You survived... You killed... And now, you have me helpless." Talia smiled at her, "I'm so proud of you, My Baby Girl." She cooed.

"What?" Bellatrix glared with confusion.

"You are everything I want in a perfect heir: You survived my trap, you killed those who held you captive, and you reduced me - the Leader of the League of Assassins - to this pitiful state. My darling, you are perfect." Talia smiled at her daughter.

"I don't know what you are thinking but I'm nothing like you want me to be and I never will be." Bellatrix reached down and took the mind-control agent from Talia before turning and walking away.

"You can walk away now, My Sweet Child, but know that I am coming for you. I will bring you home and you will be what you were born to me - The Perfect Al Ghul Heir. Run while you can, my dear, Mother is coming for you." Talia laughed at Bellatrix as the girl jumped off the small roof, leaving the woman alone.

Talia looked up at the rain in the sky and smiled before picking herself off the ground, touching the side of her lip, and looked at the blood - her blood - that her daughter spilled.

'It was a mistake to let you go but now that you are back, I shall have you once more and we shall be a family. You can't escape your blood, Bellatrix; you're an Al Ghul...and you belong to me.'

#Yandere Talia Al Ghul #Yandere Mother #Broken-Style Remix

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago

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BRICK

BRICK I HAVE ANGST SUPERHERO MAYBE G/T MCYT FIC IDEAS FOR ARR AND SHIT-

Also night we met au info dump because I’ll never not think about them

Basically, in the first part(pretty much the prologue) Phil and Techno are both wanna be famous and rich (sorta not really Phil my mans just wants to provide for his family and keep them safe) they’ve been traveling for a long long time and they finally reach a cave filled woth warning signs. Techno insists he checks it out and he’ll be back, ignoring when Phil tells him that it isn’t safe and that they oughta go home to Kristen who has food made for them since she has Wilbur to take care of.

Phil is/was a treasure hunter but he also does/did monster hunting on the side. Kristen does/did have a bakery and cafe where people could request baked goods and coffees and stuff. Kristen had to put her friend Puffy in charge and Puffy gladly took over so Kristen could raise Wilbur till he was old enough to be alone without her and Phil. Techno doesn’t get along well with the police at all and the chief of police, Sam, rather him in a prison but Phil always covers for him because the town needs people to protect it from outside threats and the best warrior they had was Techno.

Puffy has an adopted child named Niki who she brings with her to the bakery. The governer of the town, Bad, has his grievances with Phil and Techno ‘protecting’ the town from outside threats but he lets them continue because of the point Phil brings up time and time again. That point being ‘no one else is trying to keep anyone safe. I wont stand idly and let things from outside our homes hurt mine and any other family’

Grian is Phil’s estranged brother and rarely travels to the town of Esemtria but he checks in from time to time on his brother and his brothers wife. He also makes sure to tell anyone of any possible problems they may encounter soon or whether the spring is coming early or the winter is coming sooner that expected. He lives in the far smaller but more advanced cove of Hermitville, the name chosen by the locals who call it home to spook off any invaders because no one wants what they think is a hobos town full of hermits

Schlatt is a disgraced politician from Manberg. He hopes to find success in taking the government from what he assumes are a bunch of country hicks in butt fuck no where who need help from him. He plans a take over of the government but it’s not a hostile one.

Skeppy and Sapnap are two hybrid outsiders who are terrified someone will expose their hybrid origins only for Bad, secretly a hybrid himself, to take them in as family.

Jack is a baby demon found by Puffy who decides to take him in a long woth Niki because a parents takes in whomever needs them.

Eret and Dream are both normal babies that belong to normal houses in the village although many would note that Eret hasn’t opened their eyes yet even being a few months old by this point.

Above is an information dump on the people living/who have once lived in the town or around the town named Esemtria. All people are described by the conditions and the times of past Esemtria or when the prologue/part I of ‘Night We Met’ occurs. Some characters may be alive in part II/chapter I while others may be lost to time, missing, or dead.

[Esemtria is the name of the town that the entirety of ‘Night We Met’ takes place in/around. While there are mentions of Hermitville they will have sparse appearances but will have numerous mentions.]

| p.s-Hope you like the information dump. :] |

IS THE MCYT SUPERHERO THINGY THE ONE YOU JUST TOLD ME ABOUT? OR IS IT SMTH DIFFERENT THAT I GET TO HEAR ABOUT? :0

OHOHOHOHOOHOOHOH INFODUMP COOL COOL COOL !!!!

HHHH FAMOUS TECHNO MY BELOVED I LOVE HIM SM- like srs that's one of my favorite tropes, where techno is famous and tommy is like a fangirl- one of the best things istg

ANYWAYS

hmm the use of is/was and has/had, does that entail that something happened along the way,, or like their interests died down or smth?

also fics with kristen >>,,, i never do it bc idk enough about her but love some representation :D

ooo hermitcraft x dsmp :0 i have absolutely no knowledge when it comes to hermitcraft but i like crossovers (usually)

sorry i don't have a lot of immediate questions- i'm just quietly consuming. i love this so far tho! :]]

I LOVE SCHLATT IN GOVERNMENT LIKE HIM AS PRESIDENT OF MANBERG WAS SUCH A VIBE SO THIS MAKES ME HAPPY EFJGFJDS

ooh sapnap & skeppy, what kind of hybrids are there? like their canon hybrids (like fireborn &... diamond(?)) or smth different?

hhhh i like the name esemtria,,,, any backstory or did you just decide this'll be the name now? (messing around with clan/tribe/town/realm/kingdom names are so fun)

i do like this info dump! again i'm so sorry that my thoughts aren't active rn,,,,, but i rlly like this so far and would like to hear more (or read it if you've posted anything!!) if you have any to give! :D

#brickquiries #smog brickling #smog my beloved >:]

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shannygoatgruff · 4 years ago

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Engendered

Genre: Pain and grief

Story Type: One-shot

Rating: M+18

Summary: Lagertha’s grief causes her to make a decision that may change things forever.

A/N: I know it’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything. Truth is, I’ve hated everything I’ve done lately. But, I had a dream about this and just decided to write it. For some reason, I find writing internal conflict to be so much easier than fluff.

As always thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta reader.

Engendered

en·gen·dered / ənˈjendər·ed / - verb; (of a father) beget (offspring).

“Be careful, Shieldmaiden Lagertha, Once Queen of Kattegat. Wishes granted by the gods are not always what we, in Midgard, seek.”

When the Seer had spoken those words all those many years ago, she had thought the old man crazy. Truth be told, the entire village thought him crazy, but none would admit it. He, with his blackened lips, fleshed-out eyes, and collection of potions and poultices that cluttered the small hut in the side of the hill that could scarcely be called a home. This hovel, with its animal bones hanging from the scaffolding like ornaments was hardly a dwelling fit for a pig, yet they had always flocked there to see him.

She was no different from the rest of those who sought his visions. She needed him to tell her what the gods had in store, no matter the cost. The Seer’s readings were often so cryptic, they hardly could pass as law. Other than pondering the true meaning behind his words the price to pay for his company was relatively small.

What harm could come from licking his palm? Possibly the same harm that could come from enacting a ritual for the goddess many years past?

Lagertha should have known better than to be so trusting, especially when galdr was involved. Nothing good had ever come from witchcraft, even if it was blessed by Freya, herself. She hadn’t been in her right mind. She was hurting and she needed him to hurt just as much.

When the new Queen of Kattegat had her first child, a son called Ubbe, Ragnar was overjoyed, and it crushed her even more.

She remembered seeing that sparkle in his eyes when their children were born. At Bjorn’s birth, the women of Frigga who had assisted with his delivery commented how beautiful he was and was destined to be a great warrior. When Gyda arrived, Ragnar announced that the goddess, herself, would be jealous of their daughter’s beauty.

How proud both she and Ragnar had been.

Both times Lagertha had seen Ragnar’s eyes shine like the stars in Asgard. How she had looked forward to seeing that twinkle in those crystal blue eyes again with the birth of their third child.

Their son, the boy that she would call Eluf, though he would never live to hear himself be called that name, looked so much like Bjorn.

Eluf came too early.

He proved to be the one thing their union could not overcome. His death would not make Ragnar stay.

That is why she called him Eluf, if only in the confines of her heart. For he would always be her eternal heir, even if his father had forgotten the promises he made to his family.

She tried to keep their family together. Oh, how she tried. The queen of Kattegat tried to save her marriage, much like she tried to save her stillborn son. She prayed to Freya and Frigga for strength and protection. She held onto everything she loved as tightly as she possibly could, suffocating Ragnar with her love with the same strength she used to clench her thighs together to ensure her precious Eluf stayed inside of her.

But her grasp weakened and as he drew closer to Midgard, he tore her apart from the inside out.

How much like his father the boy had been.

Just as her precious son had pulled away from her, so had his father. Ragnar’s growing obsession with England made the promises of returning to the simple farm life they once shared a fantasy. How could a homestead with children ever again be enough for a man with such ambitions?

Lagertha would swear that she could feel pieces of him tearing away from her every day. It was that tenacity that forbade him from being by her side when she needed him most.

Secretly, she hated him for it.

Ragnar’s prophecy was told to him at their marriage that he would have many great sons. It was the idea of building such a home that kept them so in love and happy in their lives past. Lagertha had always assumed that she would be the bearer of those sons; the gods already blessing them with Bjorn.

Never once did she imagine that she would have to endure the heartache of seeing Ragnar’s eyes dance with such pride over his sons born to another woman.

Witnessing the birth of his first son born to a new wife was devastating, but then came another and another. With every healthy birth of Queen Aslaug, more of her died inside.

Why should this interloper take everything that was rightfully hers?

This woman, this völva, had traveled to the former queen’s home and prospered from her pain. Lagertha had loved Ragnar from the very beginning, when they had nothing, were nothing. She had encouraged him, fought with him through his rise to power - buried two of his children, all to be replaced by this ... despot?

What right did they have to be happy? What right did Aslaug’s sons have to live when her beloved Eluf did not? The gods could not possibly be this cruel.

It was her grief that made her do it - always going to the mound of earth in which her beloved Gyda and Eluf lay, desperately trying to make soft flowers grow in the frozen earth that covered their bones. No matter the strength of the frozen wind that whipped through the valley in the winter, or the smell of rotting wood from docked ships that rose from the lake in the spring, she was there, knelt at their marker whispering to her children.

Lagertha just wanted a sign - some signal that the Valkyrie had taken their souls to Odin and been permitted to enter Valhalla on the merits of their ancestors.

That’s how she knew that Freya had answered her prayers when the sedir had come to her at dusk that day. The rain had finally slowed, producing only a light drizzle and the smell of the earth was fresh. The soil that she had been running her hands over for hours, weeping and speaking to her children was soft in her hands.

The hand on her shoulder was gentle and the voice in her ear was almost a whisper. She sounded like Freya, herself. The woman told her that Gyda was safe and was now enlisted as a Valkyrie.

The witch with the voice of a goddess also told Lagertha of a way to see her son again and get revenge on those who scorned her. For so many years she had prayed for this. She had asked, no begged the gods for help in mending her broken heart and here Freya was answering her prayers.

All she had to do was open the earth and remove the blood-stained rag of Eluf’s.

She also needed to retrieve a strand of hair of Aslaug, who was again with a child, sure to be Ragnar’s fourth son with this trespasser. Once she had those items, she was to burn them in an open flame and the goddess would do the rest.

It could not have been more simple. The ground was already soft enough for digging and though it would break her heart to disturb the resting places of her babies, she would do it. If it would make the pain stop, she would do anything. Including being cordial with the queen and wishing her well on her fourth child. Sitting at the table with her and enjoying a meal, getting close enough to her to hug her and take a hair, would be easy. It would please Ragnar to see his two loves befriending each other. Lagertha could play that part.

And as the open flames grew hotter and the items were dropped inside, Lagertha closed her eyes and begged Freya to heed her prayers.

That is when Queen Aslaug doubled over in pain, knowing that this pregnancy was unlike any other she had experienced.

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“I understand everything perfectly. I want revenge.”

She had thought she saw glimpses of familiarity in his eyes before, but it was so fleeting that she dismissed it. Since the ritual in the woods, Lagertha hardly ever thought about Ragnar and his queen or his tribe of boys. Her son, Bjorn Ironside, had proven himself a mighty warrior, and she too had grown in reputation. She had taken over Hedeby. With so much to celebrate, she hardly had time to ponder on the absent Ragnar or his drunkard wife.

Admittedly, there was a tiny bit of guilt when the youngest boy, Ivar, was born with twisted limbs. Lagertha knew how disappointed Ragnar had been knowing that he could never truly be Viking. The shame that must have put on his head. The same type of shame he should have felt for abandoning his first family.

And the pain the queen had to deal with having a child that needed so much. Lagertha was sure it hardly matched the pain that she felt at losing not one but two children by the same man that she now called husband. Let alone not having that same husband not be there for the death of either of them.

The goddess had fulfilled her promise, no matter what the Seer warned.

Yet, there was something not quite right about the fourth boy. He had a dark presence - a brooding about him. Always sheltered, but always in pain. Not just physical pain, there was a pain behind his eyes. Lagertha saw it in the few interactions she’d had with him.

It was not until that day that he slid across the floor of the Great Hall with all in attendance, while Queen Lagertha addressed her subjects, did she fully understand.

Each time his knives stabbed into the wooden floor and he slid closer to her, his eyes became clearer. She had seen those eyes before. Not Ivar’s eyes, or even Ragnar’s, but someone else’s - an acquaintanceship with something behind them.

The boy, Ivar, perched himself on a stool and glared at her with such hatred.

Eluf?

She stepped down.

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne.

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne and tried to speak calmly.

Eluf?

She stepped down from her throne and tried to speak calmly, placing her hand on Ivar’s shoulder as if to touch her son through him.

How was it that her son inhabited this boy’s body? Why was he speaking to her in such hateful tones? The words seeking revenge for the death of Aslaug were not Ivar’s, they were Eluf’s. She could tell by the cold, dead tone behind his eyes.

She had seen it before. The quick flashes she thought she recognized between the vibrant deep blue of Ivar’s, to the murky pools buried deep within. Had those been the eyes of Eluf staring at her all that time?

Surely, her baby boy wasn’t telling her that he wanted to kill her?

But he was. He did all the time.

Eluf, her sweet baby, who never drew his own breath, breathed deeply through Ivar Ragnarsson. He wreaked havoc wherever he went. He was masterful and spiteful. He was brilliant and cruel. He was beautiful and destructive.

Eluf brought about pain and death.

This was not what the goddess promised. This was not what was supposed to happen. Ragnar was supposed to suffer the way that she suffered, she had not meant to suffer the whole world. Never did Lagertha mean to raise her boy from his peaceful death and reanimate him into the destroyer of Kattegat.

Watching the flames lick the rooftops of the home just outside of the center of Kattegat, Lagertha could smell the rotting stench of the dead lying in the street, mixed with the burning tar and charred remains of her fellow countrymen. She thought back to how the Seer had warned her.

Was that truly Freya that had spoken to her years ago, or Loki? What right did she have to ask the gods for revenge? She should have not interfered; just let them do their work with Ragnar’s fate.

All of this was her fault. All of this death was her fault.

And to know that she would meet her death at the hands of one of his sons. But which one: Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar or Eluf?

Oh Odin, what had she done?

******

“You are a god.”

Legs dangling off of the back of the cart, Ivar watched as Kattegat grew smaller in the distance.

The inexplicable anger in him had been sated for now. That inner voice, the one that made his heart pump faster and his jaw clench seemed to be at peace. He could rest; if only for a moment, he could rest.

He knew this would not be the last time he saw his home, just like he knew no one would ever doubt him again.

Maybe this time, with the voice silenced he could find happiness. He thought he had found it with Freydis, but the voice grew louder than her most days. In the end, the voice was right. She was just like the rest, an obstacle in his way to greatness. She needed to be quieted.

She had been right about one thing, he was a god. Not in the traditional sense, he now understood that. He had been engendered by the gods. Created by the seed of his father, in the womb of his mother and fused with Hel’s knowledge provided by his brother.

He would go on to do many great things. Kattegat was just the beginning.

The world would never forget Ivar the Boneless.

His brother would always ensure that he would be ruthless.

Fin.

@xbellaxcarolinax @youbloodymadgenius @zuxiezendler @peaceisadirtyword @peachyboneless @ivarthebloodyking @a-mess-of-fandoms @didiintheblog @we-are-only-halfway-home93 @conaionaru @flowers-in-your-hayr @geekandbooknerd @inforapound @nukyster-blog

#engendered #queen lagertha #lagertha sheildmaiden #lagertha #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #vikings fanfiction #vikings fanfic #shannyland #kingivar #ivarthegod

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Propaganda

Heather Angel (The Informer, The Undying Monster)—no propaganda submitted

Katharine Hepburn (Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story, The African Queen)—This woman. I have been obsessed with her for years. I know the urban legend is a popular one at this point of her walking around set in her underwear when her pants were stolen and she was left with only a skirt, but the pants thing is honestly enough for her to be the hottest in the room in my book. She refused to wear anything else at a time when the public in general and especially the studios did not like that. She was independent, stubborn, and so so very capable. Competency kink anyone? Also, if you want one final way that Katharine's entire life was saying "fuck you" to the establishment, it started young! Her mother took her to suffrage events, and she never got rid of that attitude of justice. I feel like I have barely scratched the surface of all the ways she was such a badass that I'm turning into a rambling mess instead.

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Heather Angel propaganda:

Katharine Hepburn propaganda:

I'm sure one million people will submit her as an iconic Hollywood star but that iconicness might lead people to forget just how insanely hot she was like she had it ALL she was skilled she was funny she was smart she was beautiful AND she was likely bisexual

The single word I would use to explain Katherine Hepburn's appeal is *range*. In her acting career, that meant covering all the ground between lush period dramas and the comedies she did with Carey Grant and Spencer Tracey. In terms of hotness, it meant an uncanny ability to bring anything from a Dietrich-esque androgyny to some of the best Classic Hollywood Glamour you will ever see.

Katharine hep was so cool. The VIBES, the INDEPENDENCE,,, living life on her own terms.

she just had this.... bearing to her, this power. she could be funny, even silly (like in bringing up baby) but also so regal and elegant. she was nobody's fool and dear GOD that's so hot

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She’s not only stunningly gorgeous (those eyes that pierce your soul! a jawline you could cut glass with!) but her delivery and physical presence in roles gives off confidence and authority in such a sexy way (truly the biggest dick energy of Old Hollywood). Her fiery energy in The Philadelphia Story? Unmatched.

God she's. She's so hot y'all. She has the range!!!!! Funny and dramatic and lovely

She IS the transatlantic accent. Classically gorgeous and such a strong personality.

She's literally one of the funniest women to ever live! She goes shot for shot with Cary Grant in Philadelphia Story and we damn well love her for it! She's the most annoying creature to ever live in Bringing Up Baby but she's so insane and funny that we simply cannot help but fall in love with her (and root for her to give Grant an aneurysm!)

i know she's accounted for but i really want to be sure someone has submitted the scene in bringing up baby where she's pretending to be a gangster

She simply stuns onscreen; you cannot do anything but be captivated by her presence. Also a non-gender-conforming icon and mild tumblr celebrity by virtue of that one picture from The Warrior's Husband (stage play).

Katharine Hepburn was out here casually changing the lives of young butch lesbians with her gender swag! She wore pants even when people said she shouldn’t, she refused to marry or have kids, and she wore menswear in at LEAST one movie!

Someone's got to mention it, but she's won the most Oscars out of any performer and is largely considered one of the greatest actresses ever. She's got an incredible voice, an incredible presence, and she absolutely steals every scene she's in. She was private person and deemed standoffish and unapproachable, but she was also profoundly concerned for people's rights and was an outspoken supporter of abortion access. Finally, the Katharine Hepburn slacks look is just iconic. I mean look at her.

If I start thinking about her face for too long I will cry she is so so hot. Katherine is so charismatic and charming in everything she appears in - watch her adopt a leopard and fall in love with her. Also she has the biggest dick energy ever (she and her pal Lauren Bacall share that accolade). Also had an incredibly long and varied career from screw ball comedies to serious dramas - she’s a queen of the screen and I adore her.

(I hope someone else submits real propaganda but just in case they don't:) Cries. Screams. Wails. The woman who singlehandedly made me realize I was bi. A real "do i want to look like her. be her. or be with her.' crisis, where the answer was all three. Holy shit please all three.

#katharine hepburn #heather angel #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

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lindseynicole1999 · 3 years ago

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After Lillie called Warrior & told Him that Tophat had just gone into labor & he got kidnapped by Johnny Cuba. Warrior & Big Mac just went back to Lillie’s Lighthouse in Horror, it was Water everywhere from Tophat’s Strong Water Nymph powers & a big gaping hole on Lillies Lighthouse Wall.

1:Wendy: PAPA!!!*sobs**sobs**sobs*WE BETTER RESCUE DADDY, THE EVIL BAD GUY TOOK DADDY AWAY!!!!!!*sobs**sobs**sobs*DAAAADDDDDYYYYY!!!!!!*He picks up his daughter Wendy*

2:Warrior: Shhhh,shhhhh, it’s okay my little princess, shhh it’s okay Darlin~

3:Wendy: I’m surry, papa*sobs*all I want to protect daddy…*sobs**sobs**he wipes her tears out*

4:Warrior:Aw, it’s not your fault, my little Princess,ye did a great job protecting your Father.

5:Wendy: R-really

6:Warrior: Really, my little princess*Chu~**kisses on Wendy’s cheek*

7:Wendy:*giggles**sobs*I miss Daddy*sobs*

8:Warrior: Don’t worry, I’ll rescue your Father I promise, do you understand my little Princess.*Wendy hugs her fathers neck & cries*

9:Big Mac: But Warrior, I don’t know where Johnny Cuba held Tophat captive?

10:Warrior:*his eyes turning bloody red & turning into his vampire form**he sees future version where Johnny Cuba is*I Know Where They Are, Big Mac, Get The Others For Help & Lillie, You & Sunshine Keep on Eye on Wendy & Call Miss Star For Baby Delivery Right Away.

At the old Warehouse, Tophat is still captive by Johnny Cuba & he is in labor.

11:Tophat:uuugghhhh…..w-where a-am I-I-*huffs**huffs**blows**blows*

12:Johnny Cuba: AH YOUR AWAKE AT LAST!!!!!

13:Tophat:*Huffs*Johnny Cuba*huffs**huffs*y-you*huffs**blows*w-why d-did y-you kidnapped me….why!!!*huffs**huffs*

14:Johnny Cuba: BECAUSE I’M SO SICK OF DISGUSTING CREATURES LIKE YOU, NOW ITS TIME KILL YOU!!HEHEHE*he beginning to stab tophat in the Chest with a Small Sword*

15:Tophat:aaaaa……..aaaaaggggghhhhhh……….w-Warrior h-help……*huffs**huffs*m-me…

16:Warrior: AGH, TOPHAT NO!*his hand covers up his eye*

17:Big Mac: Warrior, are you alright, is your eye-

18:Warrior: I’m Fine, Big Mac, Just Get The Others NOW!!

19:Big Mac: Right!

And Off He goes…

20:Lillie: Warrior, Be careful & don’t worry Sunshine is taking care of Wendy.

21:Warrior: Thanks Lillie*Thoughts**Don’t Worry My Beloved I’m Coming For You!*

⚠️MPREG WARNING,LABOR PAINS & GORE⚠️

#fanfic #this is tugs #fankid #my art #lindseynicole1999

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 3 years ago

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I decided to write for Cherry. I am dumb of ass.

[A picture of a small baby with orange hair. While she smiles brightly, her eyes closed, she seems to be trying to reach outside her crib, her hands open towards the camera.]

Me, 2 months old. Mãezinha says I was a rowdy baby. Apparently I broke a TV while crawling. She didn’t tell me how!! Meanie, bet it’s a big fat LIE.

[The same small child, on the ground. She looks a little older, and there’s a redness to her eyes that indicate she cried, her hands bruised as well. Her hair is disheveled and messed up.]

First time trying to hold a sword. It was too heavy for me; mãezinha says I wouldn’t stop crying until they handed me a wooden sword. Can’t imagine myself holding anything below a stone sword nowadays, not gonna lie about that one chief.

[A taller, more serious Cherry holding an iron sword. There’s many bandages and recent bruises on what’s visible of her body besides her peplos. She’s looking away from the camera, focused on what’s in front of her.]

Training session. Didn’t even get a scar! These newbs couldn’t even handle 6yo me. YOU MUST TRAIN 500 YEARS BEFORE THINKING OF BEATING ME, NEEEEEEERDS! Mãezinha also told me she wants to talk about my father. I never met him, so I don’t know what she wants to say…

[An even older Cherry, around the age of 16. Her confident smile contrasts the heavy armor she’s wearing, the dark bags under her eyes and the ugly bruise in her arm.]

They sent one of those big ugly things to fight me besides the men today. But no worries! Not like that’d get rid of me, anyway. Paizinho was watching closely, too. He might not know I’m his daughter, but mãezinha was right; maybe I’ll get him to notice me. Just more wins under my belt till then!

[Several pages are cut off, or otherwise ripped. The next time there’s any pictures, it’s the picture of a large house in the savanna, and in front of it, Cherry at the present. She has her hand on her hip, an axe resting on her shoulder, a tired smile on her lips.]

Tripod serves for something. New house! Hope the Império can’t find me like this. I didn’t travel 40.000 blocks for nothing, I mean. New beginnings, new me. Tchauzinho, mãe. It was a pleasure being your daughter. Bye, pai. It definitely wasn’t a pleasure being your daughter.

[A picture taken from a newspaper article. It shows Cherry, handcuffed and stuck inside of a box made of obsidian. She’s heavily bruised and her expression is solemn, almost resigned.]

I went back to take some of my old things with an invis. pot. They didn’t catch me. I stole this. My execution was pretty horrible. I didn’t die, sure, but my memory is fuzzy of that day. I just want to keep this as a reminder: Don’t trust people with that much power. If your own dad would turn against you for it, then who wouldn’t?

[A picture of a pink and white axolotl in a fish tank, above of which is a small bird. On the ground, next to the fish tank, is a sleeping Siamese kitten.]

Capt. Bonny, Ferris and Bolognese. Can’t believe I found them after scouting for the day. They’re all so CUUUUUUUUUTE! Look at Ferris’s beak! Cute lil’ bastard! And Bolognese’s lil’ nooooose! And Bonny looks so elegant swimming! Babies, all of ‘em. I’ll get them more friends soon. Maybe a doggo.

[An incredibly dark picture, only illuminated by a torch Cherry is holding. She’s covered in dirt and there’s rips in her clothing, but she smiles nevertheless, a shining picaxe in her visible hand.]

Visited the Greater Dream SMP today. They think I was just there to kick those Egg guys and take a peek at Technoblade? Hell nah! I was there to make sure where I could dig my tunnel to! Found the best coordinates to go to. The tunnel expansion proceeds! MOBILITY IS EVERYTHING!

[A picture of her dining room. Ranboo holds a book and quill at one end of the room, Ferris trying to bite his shoes while he attempts to write. Niki and Philza both are sat at the table, one eating a slice of cake, the other a plate of beans, rice, eggs and beef. Technoblade, seemingly mid-talk, is sat across from where Cherry presumably is.]

They came for me. The sellout tactics have worked better than I imagined. As warriors and people who hates authority figures, I think we’re doing well. As two people with sellout timers set, I think we’re doing even greater.

[A picture of Technoblade, looking away from the camera, searching through shelves and chests with a confused expression. His crown is nowhere to be seen.]

he doesn’t know LMAAAAAAAAAAO

[Cherry, wearing both Techno’s crown and a paper mask resembling a pig, drawn extremely childishly and cutesy. She keeps her hand under her chin, while the other holds a sword.]

HEEEEEEH!? SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADE HEH POTATOES HEH AUDIENCE RETENTION HEH BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD HEH BELLS MYTHOLOGHY I AM VERY SMART

[A picture of Cherry’s arm, being bandaged by presumably Ranboo, with his hands holding her arm and the bandage.]

He knows now. OUCHIE.

I LOVE THIS CHERRY MY BELOVED

#cherry my beloved #Gonna make that a tag

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l-r-christian · 4 years ago

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Can i request a klaus mikaelson imagine where its the scene where klaus compels stefan to turn it off and stuff and when hes in the middle of compelling elena mentions they have the reader and threatens klaus that they will hurt her and the reader is klauses s/o and when klaus gets her back they have a sweet and fluffy reunion

Yes but like I'mma up the danger level because why not :)

Warnings: Fluff, Klaus about to slaughter everyone,

Being the wife of the most dangerous Original was a danger within it's self but Y/N wore the last name Mikaelson proudly. Y/N was a werewolf that was mated and married to Klaus Mikaelson. He met her over 90 years ago finding her, a little old Omega, the last of her pack that was slaughtered by a group of vampires.

'You need an Alpha and lucky for you I need a wolf.' Klaus told her planning to use her in the sacrifice but Klaus found hisself falling in love so he mate bonded to her and married her.

Y/N followed her husband naturally to Mystic Falls when they heard about the doppelganger and Katherine being there.

"Keep an eye on her or I'll kill you." Klaus tells a vampire he compelled as he was readying to leave the house to go find Elena. Klaus walked over to Y/N who sat on the couch he nuzzled her neck scenting her as she kissed his temple.

"Will you and our little pup be alright?" Klaus asked placing a hand on her small baby bump as two months ago they found out she was pregnant. Werewolf loophole, was what the witch called it then Klaus killed her after confirming it as Klaus said the less people who knew the better.

"I will. Please both you and Rebekah be safe."

"We will little wolf."

Well to say Klaus wasn't good at making people suffer was a lie as Elena stood scared to death watching Klaus moving to compel Stefan. Elena knew it would be risky but it was their only plan to save Stefan after all what was the worst that could happen.

"We have her!" Elena shouted as Klaus stopped and looked at the doppelganger as Stefan let out a breath. Klaus eyes darken as a low growl came from his chest.

"What did you do?"

"We took the werewolf you had and if you don't free Stefan....Damon will hurt her." Elena said trying to sound confident as it happened quickly Stefan was okay and Klaus was gone.

"Warn.....Damon.....Elena." Stefan panted put as Elena sent Damon a text. Klaus arrived home with Rebekah in the growling to find the house a mess and his pregnant wife gone.

"Rebekah remove Elijah's and Kol's daggers. We are going to war." Klaus told Rebekah as she looked at her brother seeing a dark look on his face she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Damon are you alright?" Elena asked walking into the Salvatore house seeing Damon hissing as he cleaned a bite wound on his arm. Stefan looked panicked as he moved to his brother's side worried.

"No. Damn bitch bit me. I thought she was just a wolf but her eyes glowed yellow, I think she is a hybrid. " Damon answered as Elena looked at Stefan worry fell on her face. Caroline was going to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Elijah." Elena said shocked when she answered seeing the noble vampire standing there with a small smile on his lips.

"May I?"

"Yes come in." Elena said as she let in the Original who stood with his hands in his pockets seeing the bite mark on Damon's arm then listened for Y/N's heartbeat and the child she carried.

"I thought Klaus daggered you?"

"He did as he plans to slaughter you all but I convinced him to allow me to talk to all first." Elijah answered Damon walking as they watched him sit down.

"I want to see the woman carrying our youngest. Allow me that and I'll try to convince Niklaus to heal you." Elijah said as they all looked at one another and agreed. Caroline went upstairs to get Y/N as Elijah watched the others.

"Why are you helping Klaus."

"I'm not. I am trying to keep you alive. I do not know what that wolf is to my brother but you all woken a rage in him I haven't seen in centuries."

"Unless you want a bite too. You should let me go blondie." Elijah heard Y/N say as he looked up seeing Y/N then his eyes fell to her bump. When Klaus undaggered both him and Kol saying he was going to war to get back his pregnant wife, Elijah thought it was a lie so did Kol. Both they saw the rage in Klaus's eyes one they hadn't seen in centuries, one to promise to burn Mystic Falls to the ground if he didn't get Y/N back.

"Hello there." Elijah said as he was suddenly in front of Y/N and gently touched her bump hearing the heartbeat of the baby. Y/N relaxed catching Klaus's scent on Elijah as she knew who he was from the stories Klaus told her.

"Elijah?" Elena said softly snapping Elijah from his thoughts as the urge to get his sister-in-law out of Salvatore hands.

"I'll inform Niklaus that she is alright. And for your sake keep it that way." Elijah said walking out to tell Klaus as Y/N stood there wanting to be with her husband again.

It was a cold night as Y/N sat on a rocking chair rubbing her bump worried as Elijah had yet to return and Damon was getting worst. Y/N glared at Elena as she came down to the livingroom with a blanket in her hands giving it to the wolf.

"Hoping being nice to will earn favor?"

"No....you just look cold." Elena said sitting in a chair seeing how Y/N shielded her baby bump from Elena. There was another knock and Elena got the door as the others came down seeing it was Elijah and he brought someone with him.

"Elijah, you brought someone with you."

"My apologies for being late. Niklaus wouldn't allow me to return unless I brought another, meet my brother Kol." Elijah said stepping inside with Kol following. Elijah's eyes fell to Y/N seeing that she was alright as Kol walked over to the wolf.

"Damon is worst do you have the cure?" Stefan asked as Elijah pulled out a vile filled with Klaus's blood.

"We will give it to you if you hand over Y/N." Elijah said eyes flickered over to Kol seeing his little brother lighting up when he felt the baby bump and hearing the strong heart beat. 'A little warrior.' Elijah thought as his gaze turn back to the group. Elena was about to agree when Damon interrupted her.

"No.....get...out ...of town....then we'll talk." Damon panted out as Elijah stood tall then placing the vile in his suit jacket.

"Then no cure and Niklaus will lay waste to all you know." Elijah said as Kol stood up looking at Elijah having heard everything.

"Elijah please. Don't let Damon die!" Elena said as Elijah looked at her with dark eyes.

"I layed down our terms. Y/N will comes home with us and you get the cure if not then he dies." Elijah said as he waved Kol to follow. They were half way out the door when Elena spoke up.

"Okay! Take her just please let us save Damon."

"Elena...no." Damon groaned as Stefan helped him sit down as Elijah smirked knowing he won.

"Do you really want to risk waiting? I know you won't survive till morning, her bite is as if you bit by Niklaus." Elijah said staring waiting seeing Elena biting her lip, Stefan was debating as Caroline was wiping the sweat from Damon's forehead.

"Look we aren't leaving, Damon is on death's door. Nik is going to kill you all to get his wife back now if you thought he was bad before you hadn't seen Nik wage a war."

"Kol is right. Rebekah at this moment is trying to stop him from killing both Alaric and Matthew." Elijah said hit too close to home for them.

"Miss Bennett isn't safe also or Jeremy. Niklaus will kill them so it is best to give us the wolf as if Rebekah can not calm him....." Elijah said watching them closely while Y/N sat straight proud almost as Elijah saw a fire in her eyes that was pride for Klaus.

"Okay.....take her." Stefan said not caring that Damon was upset as Elijah reached into his jacket pocket for the vile and Kol got Y/N. Elijah waited until he heard that Kol got the pregnant wolf in the car then Elijah placed the vile on the table.

"Lovely doing business with you." Elijah said sounding a bit smug walking out as Elena quickly rush to get the vile to Damon. Y/N was shaking with excitement on seeing her mate again. Y/N barely reached the front door when Klaus tore it open pulling her into a breath taking kiss.

"Nik I am okay. I'm home." Y/N said softly as Klaus buried his face in her neck while she ran her fingers though his dirty blonde curls calming him. Everyone moved inside and Y/N found her self on couch with Klaus having his face buried in her neck.

"How we leave them alone." Elijah says softly ushering Rebekah and Kol out of the room. Y/N hummed softly calming Klaus down as for now his rage had died.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you, love."

"It is alright Nik, I knew what I was getting into by being your mate and wife." Y/N said softly kissing his head as he nuzzled closer not wanting to let go and shifted so she was on him instead.

"Let's stay like this for a moment."

"What ever you need my beloved wolf." Y/N said as Klaus cupped her bump sigh he sighed drowning his self in her scent to calm his self. Elijah checked up on them moments later to find them asleep on couch, with a soft smile Elijah covered them with a blanket. Sitting to watch over them joined by Rebekah and Kol shortly after enjoying the peace while listening to the strong heartbeat of Klaus's child.

#L.R writes #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson fluff

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lynelovespopculture · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 12-FRIENDS AND FOES-PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG

WITH PROBLEMS UPON PROBLEMS TO FIX, THE SPELLMANS MUST HURRY TO DISCOVER WHO IS AN ALLY AND WHO IS NOT.

There was a rather large mud puddle just inside the mine’s main entrance. Large enough to cause ripples when it came into contact with Zelda Spellman’s high heeled shoe. Zelda herself paid no mind to the puddle, nor to the dampness that set in just above her ankle. All she could focus on was finding lot 13. For hidden deep within lot 13 was, (what else?) the gates of hell. Not even an hour before, the Spellmans seemed on the verge of getting rid of 2 enemies with 1 stone. The trouble all started 2 days ago, when Zelda had foolishly agreed to smuggle Lilith and her newborn child out of hell. It was foolish because when Lucifer showed up looking for his servant and their child, Lilith had flown the coop leaving the Spellmens to deal with Lucifer on their own. Due to a miracle, courtesy of baby Cordelia, they managed to get the upper hand on Lucifer. Getting him safely chained up and down to the academy’s dungeon. However, everyone knew that the dark lord could only be held by a prison of flesh and blood. Using Blackwood, Faustus’s curse was Ambrose’s idea but it was Letitia who knew where to find him. All seemed to be going well when the family performed the soul transfer and sent both Blackwood and Lucifer to hell. Until Zelda found a letter from Faustus in the baby’s crib. He confessed that he couldn’t find Blackwood, so he switched places using a cloning spell, meaning that Zelda’s beloved husband was not only Lucifer’s jailer but was in hell as well! The letter explained that he was doing this to protect their family, not only Zelda and his children, but also Sabrina, Ambrose, Hilda, and Dr. C, all the people Faustus considered his family. Plus, they never spoke about it anymore, but Zelda knew that Faustus still felt immense guilt for the curse’s actions. Once the shock of the letter wore off, nothing could stop Zelda from reaching the gates of hell. Not even when Elizabeth Tudor, their old ally showed up on their doorstep and literally fainted into Zelda’s arms. She just passed her to Hilda and continued on her way. Now, she had arrived at the gates of hell. Zelda immediately went to work, twisting and turning the symbols in the correct order. As Lilith’s midwife, she was given the combination months ago. Only…now it wasn’t working. She tried again, once, twice, 3 times. Still, it didn’t budge.

“Oh no,” Even with no warning, it appeared that Lucifer still had the foresight to change the locks. “Lilith!” Zelda screamed, hoping against hope that the witch was on the other side. “Lucifer?! Faustus?! Minion?”

It soon became clear that no one on the other side of the gate was going to help her or Zelda didn’t know if anyone was even there.

“Faustus, darling? If you can hear me, I love you and I will get you out of there!” Zelda sighed, wondering what her next move should be.

“Let’s put her on the bed, Prudence, love,” Hilda suggested as she turned down the bed in 1 of the academy’s private bedrooms. Tonight had been a very odd night indeed. First, there was the whole Blackwood/Faustus switch thing, (Hilda was certainly not looking forward to telling her husband that his best friend was in hell,) then Zelda insisted on going to the gates without backup or a plan. On top of all that, Elizabeth had shown up at the door, just to collapse. Elizabeth Tudor had been a useful ally to the family and proved very helpful in aiding Sabrina with her identity problem. But that whole thing had been months ago, Hilda never expected to see her again.

“What do you suppose happened to her?” Asked Prudence.

Hilda sighed. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. All she did know was the proud, regally dressed, half-mortal, half-witch immortal 16th-century queen the family met months ago looked next to nothing to the poor, half-dead wretch they were looking at on the bed. Her once bright, curly red hair was now limp and dirty. Her once thin yet healthy fame was now nothing but skin and bones. Elizabeth was always sharply dressed in modern outfits now all she wore was a dirty one-piece prison garb of her own time that was barely better than an old potato sack. Also, the E necklace that could always be found at her throat, was nowhere to be found. Hilda couldn’t help but notice that there were many, many, cuts and wounds on Elizabeth’s bare legs. However, that was nothing compared to what Prudence and Hilda saw once they removed the dress.

“Oh, dear!” Hilda gasped as she placed her hand over her mouth. Elizabeth’s bareback was bruised, covered in welts, and both dried and fresh blood. It was quite clear that she had been whipped several times over.

“What on earth happened here?” Hilda wondered out loud. Not only was Elizabeth a queen of a kingdom of millions of loyal subjects, but she herself was also a known warrior. Who would dare attack her?

“Looks like someone tried to burn off her mark of Cain.” Prudence lifted up Elizabeth’s wrist so the other witch could see the burn marks.

Hilda shook her head and told herself to focus. There was a jar of healing cream on the side table. Hilda gently dipped a tip of each finger into the cream and approached Elizabeth, whose Prudence held to ensure that Elizabeth remained on her side. As soon as Hilda touched her skin, Elizabeth, who had been unconscious ever since she fell into Zelda’s arms, awoke and began to scream bloody murder. When Hilda tried to touch her again, Elizabeth only screamed louder. Hilda spoke some words in Latin and Elizabeth was once again silent and sleeping.

“What happened? Is she dead?” Prudence asked.

Hilda smiled. “No. Just a little trick from my midwife days. Whenever a mother would be in too much pain, I would put her to sleep with a quick spell, and then we would continue our work. Now, let’s tend to her wounds and then maybe a quick sponge bath. Ambrose is downstairs in the library and I promised him I would help him find a spell to get your father out of hell.”

“I’m meeting Sabrina later for the same reason.”

Very, very late that night, a frustrated Zelda let herself into the house. She vowed not to come home without her husband, but what else could she do? It was 3 AM and she was still no closer to opening the gates. Zelda could swear that today she said every spell that ever mentioned the gates of hell. She even recited some spells she only knew by overhearing Sabrina practicing in her room when Nicholas was in hell. Zelda grew still so desperate that she returned to the school, right to the very same dungeon cell they kept Lucifer in, drew a pentagram on the ground, and tried to summon the devil that way. All to no avail. When Zelda entered the house this late, she expected it to be pitch dark and as silent as the grave. While it was quiet, Zelda noticed that there was a light on in the parlor. When she went in there to check it out, no one was in the room, but Zelda noticed that most of the family’s spellbooks were all over the room. I’ll clean this up tomorrow. Zelda thought as she yawned and switched off the light. Zelda went upstairs and was surprised to see that the only light on was coming from her own bedroom. Zelda walked in and her heart melted. Among the mess of books that were everywhere, some were Ambrose’s from the attic, and others that were Faustus’s were on the nearby bookshelf and the 4 girls that Zelda loved the most in the world were all on her bed. Her niece, Sabrina, who was farthest from the door, was lying on her stomach and her head was lying on an open book. Her youngest stepdaughter, Letitia, better known these days as LJ, was next to Sabrina, lying on her side. An open book resting against her hip. Her older sister, Prudence, was on her back, Cordelia on her chest. At first glance, Zelda thought everyone was asleep but when she came closer, she saw Cordelia gurgling, lifting her head, and was about to move. Luckily, Zelda was there in time to catch her daughter.

“Got you, my little wiggle worm!” Zelda smiled and kissed the baby’s cheek but then Zelda smelled something foul. Zelda brought her daughter to the makeshift changing table across the room and got her a fresh diaper. Zelda couldn’t help but stare down at Cordelia. If she hadn’t seen it with her own 2 eyes, Zelda would have never believed that yesterday that her 5 and a half-month-old baby had literally thrown the actual devil out on his ear with just her cry. True, it had been some time since Zelda learned about the mark of the divine and how it meant that Cordelia was destined to be the most powerful witch ever born. Yet reading about a prophecy and seeing it happening right before you are 2 different things. Besides her crescent moon birthmark, before today, they had no proof, it was more like…hearsay. Besides, both as a midwife and Cordelia’s mother, Zelda had been keeping an extra close eye on her daughter ever since learning about the mark of the divine, and Zelda could swear that Cordelia was developing at the same rate at any other normal 5 months old. Cordelia had just recently learned to sit up by herself, her crib mirror could provide hours of entertainment and why, it was only last week, that Zelda had come home to find Faustus, rolling around on the floor like a fool. Cordelia, who laid on her stomach nearby, had no intention of rolling over, but laughed and slapped the floor with glee over her father’s antics. How could someone so small be so powerful? Zelda wondered as she carried her baby back to the bed. In order to make room for them both, Zelda made sure that she herself laid on her side, her back to Prudence, and laid Cordelia down on the mattress, holding by a hand on her babe’s belly. Yet, the baby was still fussy.

“Hush child,” Zelda kissed Cordelia’s brow, “Dream of Hecate. Pray for your daddy’s safe return.”

Despite the fact that she had gone to bed past 3, Zelda was up by 6 AM. She grabbed an apple as she rushed out of the door. Zelda was headed to the academy’s library. Hoping to do more research about opening the gates of hell before morning assembly. Zelda was surprised but happy when within an hour, most of the rest of the family had shown up as well. Apparently, no one wanted to see Faustus in hell. Sabrina, who was the last to arrive, told the others that last night she sent Salem to keep an eye on Blackwood’s hideout all night long. The familiar had reported back this morning, saying that there was no sign of Blackwood or Judas.

The hours flew by and the study succession didn’t really uncover any new or useful information. Before Zelda knew it, it was time for morning assembly. Somehow, she got through it and after dismissing the students, Zelda headed down toward her office. She walked in and saw LJ settling a now sleeping Cordelia into what was her old cradle. It warmed Zelda’s heart until she noticed that LJ was frowning.

“Letitia, err, I mean, LJ, is anything wrong?” Zelda asked.

LJ sighed and flopped down on 1 of the seats before the desk. “I just feel so guilty.”

Zelda sat down next to her. “Oh? Whatever for?”

“I’m the one who told Ambrose and Sabrina I knew where the hideout was. I helped Father with the map.” LJ sighed and hung her head. “It’s my fault that Father is in hell.”

Zelda gave a gentle half-smile, leaned forward and cupped her fingers under LJ’s chin, forcing her stepdaughter to look her in the eye. “No, it’s not. You were just doing what you thought, what we all thought, was the right thing to do and that’s never wrong. I also want you to know that your father and I made a vow. We vowed, both of us, that we would never rest until we reunited all our children, and that includes you and your brother.”

LJ made a face. “That’s another thing I’ve been worrying about. I’m truly sorry about all the things I did to you, I can almost promise you, Judas would have been worse. You see, growing up I was the unimportant one. I was just the girl. Judas, however, was the hell sent boy, the beloved male heir who could do very little wrong. As a result, my twin brother grew up to be rather arrogant.”

Zelda nodded understandingly. “Being raised by the curse, I was afraid of that. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, we have to get you ready before my 2nd-period class. Did you bring your assignment from home?”

LJ nodded and Zelda helped her stepdaughter to settle behind her desk. “You know, I keep on forgetting to tell you how impressed I am with your schoolwork. Not only do I think you’ll be able to attend the academy next term, but I believe we might bump you up a year.”

“Thank you. I’ve always loved reading and learning new things. Of course, I had to hide it most of my life because well, Judas never liked school and hell forbid that I should get ahead of him.”

Zelda placed a hand on LJ’s shoulder. “You’ll never have to play dumb or go at anyone’s speed but your own ever again, I promise you.”

Zelda was rewarded with a smile that lit up the room. Zelda patted the girl’s shoulder affectionately before she went to collect her things for her next class. She kissed Cordelia goodbye and headed out. She hadn’t gone far down the hallway when everything around her changed. Zelda was no longer at the academy, she was now on the balcony at Grey’s bar. Confused, Zelda looked down to see that she was no longer wearing the business suit she put on this morning and in its place was a black ball gown with a full skirt, a tight corset, and off the shoulder shelves.

“Praise Hecate, it worked! It actually worked!”

Zelda’s eyes widened. She would know that voice anywhere but it couldn’t be, could it? Zelda turned around and looked down. There he was, on the main floor and in black tie. “Faustus, darling!” Quick as lighting, Zelda ran downstairs and threw herself into her husband’s arms and covered his face with kisses. Then she asked him some of the millions of questions going through her mind. “How did you get away from Lucifer? How did you ever manage to escape hell?”

“I didn’t exactly escape hell, dearest, and Lucifer and I still share 1 body, sort of,” Faustus answered.

“Faustus, are- are you astral projecting from hell?”

Her husband made a face. “Not exactly. You see, I researched some spells just in case this happened-“

“Researched some spells just in case this happened? Who could have foreseen this?” Asked a confused Zelda.

Faustus couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “It dawned on me that I should do my homework right around the time Lilith entered her last trimester. Even if you wouldn’t help Lilith, I knew you could never refuse an innocent newborn so I figured it was better safe than sorry.”

Zelda frowned. “When it comes to Lilith, I am very, very sorry. I helped her and she put the entire family in jeopardy and indirectly put you in hell. I haven’t seen hind or hair of that ungrateful witch since I sent her upstairs to the nursery to better protect her son and watch over our daughter. Have you seen her? In hell, I mean.”

Faustus shook his head. “No.”

“If Lucifer still wants Lilith dead, he just may have to stand in line,” Zelda mumbled.

Faustus felt his wife’s anger so he quickly changed the subject. “So, anyway, this is the 2nd spell I’ve tried since yesterday and I’m pleased to report that they both worked.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow. “What sort of spells?” She wanted to know.

“Well, the first spell was called the 50/50.”

“The 50/50 spell? I’ve never even heard of that.”

“It's a very, very obscure spell. I had to dig for weeks to find it. Anyway, what happens is that I have full control of the body 50% of the time and when Lucifer is in control, I’m actually asleep, which brings me to the 2nd spell, a dream spell.”

“A dream spell? But darling, I’m not even asleep, I’m at work. So how could I’ve pulled you into my dream?”

Faustus laughed. “Oh no, my dearest. You didn’t pull me into your dream. I pulled you into mine. I do confess I don’t know how long this spell hold. But this is not a surprise. Most of my dreams involve us dancing and dressed to the nines.”

Zelda looked down at her dress. “Well, I understand being dressed to the nines, but how are we to dance without music?”

Then the music started.

“A slight delay,” Faustus smiled and took his wife in his arms. “For my next trick, I’m going to need your help.”

Zelda cuddled closer to her husband. “I would die for you.”

“Thankfully, I won’t need anything that dire. Now, all I need you to do is put a pen and a pad of paper on the kitchen table before you go to bed tonight and I’ll do the rest. Now, how are the children?” He asked as they danced.

“They miss you, we all do,” Zelda answered. “Fear not, beloved, we’ll have you out of there before you know it. As soon as we find a way to open the gates of hell and track down Blackwood.”

“Blackwood wouldn’t help you.”

Zelda shrugged. “Not willing, of course, but no matter, I wasn’t thinking of asking permission.”

Despite himself, Faustus laughed. “No, dearest, what I meant was it’s all in the name. Blackwood can’t do a soul transfer because he doesn’t have a soul because”

“He’s a curse” Zelda finished for him. “Damn, you’re right!”

Faustus nodded. “And since there is no one else who deserves this fate, I think it’s best for everyone if I stayed with Lucifer.”

Zelda was shocked. “What? Faustus no! You already promised me that we would raise our family together.”

“Yes, but if we let Lucifer run loose we might not have a family.”

“We won’t let Lucifer run loose, but you can’t give up the rest of your life for him, I won’t let you. We find another way.”

“But what if there is none?”

“There must be!” Zelda stressed and got on her tiptoes to hug Faustus. She gave him an extra squeeze before she saw it, a painting, hanging on a wall behind Faustus’s shoulder. Zelda had no idea why but it felt like the painting was calling her. Zelda slowly smiled as she remembered something Sabrina told her long ago. “That’s it! I know how we’re going to get you out of hell.” Zelda turned her head but both Faustus and Grey’s bar were gone. She was back at the academy.

“Are you alright, Sister Zelda?” A confused Prudence was at the other end of the hallway.

“Come, child. We must tell the others at once!”

Sabrina couldn’t believe it! How could she be so stupid? How could she have forgotten about Dorian’s painting into hell over at Grey’s? True, it had been a while since she and her friends had rescued Nick from hell, but still! Sabrina felt so guilty that she accompanied Ambrose and Prudence to Grey’s bar, only to find it closed. Meanwhile, Zelda was home at that very moment neatly putting a pad of paper and pen on the kitchen table before going upstairs to check on Cordelia. The next morning, the family found notes, all in Faustus’s handwriting, to all the members of the family. Some were short and friendly but 1 was a long, steamy love letter to Zelda. All of the notes said that Faustus was alright but Zelda wasn’t so sure. Grey’s bar remained closed for 3 days and things got even worse on day 4.

Zelda stood up sharply from behind her desk. “Sold it? What do you mean he sold it?”

Ambrose shrugged. “I’m sorry, Auntie, but Dorian told me himself he sold it to the highest bidder.”

“That Dorian Grey always was a vain fool!”

“Now we have no painting and no way to open the gates of hell. So, we’re back to where we started. We are not giving up, are we?” Prudence wanted to know. “I know he writes every night that he’s alright, but still”

“Prudence, we will find a way to get your father out of hell, I swear,” Zelda promised her stepdaughter. Zelda sighed as she got up after kneeling to comfort Prudence. As Zelda got up, she spotted her sister standing in the doorway. 1 look at her sister’s face told her that she heard everything.

“Yes, Hilda? What is it?”

Hilda took a step forward. “I hate to be the bearer of even more bad news but I don’t know what to do with her anymore.”

Zelda was confused. “Her? Her who?”

“Why, Elizabeth, of course.”

“Oh.” Zelda was so worried about Faustus and how to get him out of hell, that she had completely forgotten about their guest.

“It’s been 4 days and not only has Elizabeth not come out of her room, she won’t eat, she won’t do anything but lay in bed and cry. I think she’s depressed.” Hilda told Zelda as the sisters walked down the hallway toward Elizabeth’s room.

Zelda was shocked. “Depressed? Why on earth would Elizabeth Tudor, of all people, have to be depressed about?”

Hilda shrugged. “I don’t know, Zelds, but in the 4 days I’ve been treating her wounds, she hasn’t said a word to me.”

They reached the door to Elizabeth’s room. The room was pitch black inside, despite the fact that it was almost noon. Zelda went straight to the window and drew back the drapes. Bright sunlight flooded in and the figure in the bed groaned and put an arm over her eyes.

“I know I’m immortal but can’t you at least, leave me to pretend I’m dead?”

“What do you want that, my love?” Hilda asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Indeed! You think that a queen would have better things to do than stay in bed all day.” Zelda’s tone was firm.

“But I’m not a queen anymore!” Elizabeth snapped with tears in her eyes.

“No longer queen? But that’s impossible! The Elizabethans-“

“Have chosen a new leader!” Elizabeth finished for Zelda. Giving up on sleep altogether, Elizabeth got up and went to the fireplace, her arms wrapped around herself. “And because I love my people more than my own life, I had to step aside.”

Hilda shook her head. “That makes no sense. You’re a great queen.”

“If I was such a great queen, how could I allow myself to be defeated by nothing but a stupid curse?!” Elizabeth half asked, half sneered.

The Spellman sisters exchanged a glance, surely she couldn’t mean? Meanwhile, Elizabeth, who was now openly sobbing, collapsed on a nearby stool by the fire. “Do you have any idea what it means to believe to the depths of your soul that you’re meant for something, only to find out, 500 years later, that you were wrong all along?”

Zelda stepped forward. “It’s Blackwood, isn’t it? That’s why you’re here, Blackwood made himself king of your people.”

“King? No,” Elizabeth laughed shortly. “King wasn’t good enough for him. So, he made himself emperor, Emperor Blackwood. 1 day he showed up out of nowhere, I still have no idea how he found my dimension, he snapped his finger and all my people rallied around him.”

Zelda made a face. “Elizabeth, this can’t be true. Blackwood must have tricked or spelled them.”

“You don’t think I’ve thought of that?” Elizabeth asked. “The whole reason I allowed myself to be captured and tortured by my own men for over 5 months, looking for any sign, any clue, any crack of a spell that I could break and there was nothing! Just an insanity curse who declared himself emperor of the empire that I built!”

“5 months?” Zelda whispered more to herself than to anyone else. “No wonder we can’t find him. The bastard must have moved right after Cordelia was born, right after he killed me.” In a louder voice, Zelda asked Elizabeth. “What about Judas? Is he still with Blackwood?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, I didn’t get to speak with him, of course, but the boy looked fine.”

Hilda stepped forward and knelt before Elizabeth. “There must be more to the story. We’ll help you.”

“Once we find a way to free Faustus,” Zelda muttered.

For the first time in months, Elizabeth thought of someone other than herself. “What happening with Faustus?”

“Long story short, Faustus allowed a soul transfer with Lucifer in order to save us all and now, he’s stuck in hell and we can’t go get him until we figure out how to open the gates,” Zelda explained.

Elizabeth looked confused. “What about Sabrina? Surely, she would help.”

“What does any of this have to with Sabrina?” Zelda wanted to know.

“You know that the spell I did with her proves Sabrina is a Spellman to her very core, but, and forgive me for even saying so ladies, but Sabrina has the blood of a Morningstar and since hell belongs to the Morningstars, all it would take would be her blood to open the gates.”

“How much blood?” Zelda, ever the overprotective aunt, asked with care.

Elizabeth shrugged. “Just 1 drop. No more, no less.”

“Cool!”

All 3 women looked up to see the teen witch in the doorway.

“Sabrina-“

Sabrina held up her hand. “Now, Aunties, I know you’re probably going to say you’re worried but this is the answer! I can feel it in my bones! Now, come on!”

Zelda and Hilda had no choice but to follow their niece out the door and down the hall. Along their way, the 3 found Prudence and Ambrose, so the Spellmans were all together when they entered the mines. Sabrina marched in first, pausing only long enough to whisper Latin words that allowed her to pluck a needle out of thin air. She pricked her finger with the needle and she saw a small but decent pool of blood on her finger, she placed it on the gate. Sure enough, as soon as it came into contract with Morningstar blood, the huge stone doors began to open.

“Whoa,” Sabrina jumped back. “It actually worked!”

Ambrose was amazed. “After all our research, this is a little anticlimactic Aunties, not going to lie.”

Zelda didn’t care what it was, all she cared about was that the gates of hell were open and she could finally get her husband back. The family went into hell and found Faustus/Lucifer exactly where the previous spell had sent him. Faustus must have been asleep because it was Lucifer’s smirk that greeted them.

“Oh, not here, again,” Lucifer sneered as the witches teleported with him to the dungeon under the school. “I didn’t know you cared so much about Daddy, Sabrina.”

“I don’t,” Sabrina retorted “but my uncle has more than proven that he deserves more out of life than simply being your jailer.”

“And now that we know where Blackwood is, we can free Uncle Faustus all that faster.” Said Ambrose, finishing his cousin’s thoughts.

Lucifer gave the children a gleeful smile before turning to Zelda. “Do you wish to tell them, Lady Blackwood, or should I?”

Zelda sighed deeply and crossed her arms. “Blackwood can’t do a soul transfer because as a curse, he has no soul.”

“Now,” Lucifer continued firmly. “You people have 2 choices here; either accept that you beloved Faustus Spellman is gone for good or separate us and allow me to walk away free.”

Zelda frowned. “Neither of those things are going to happen.”

“Come now, Lady Blackwood, we both know you have no choice. Now that Blackwood is not an option, your husband is lost to you forever unless you let me go.”

“I do it. I’ll be his next prison.” Came a voice in the back. Everyone turned to see Elizabeth.

Zelda went to her. “What are you doing? You’re just as innocent as Faustus. I can’t let you do this.”

“I’m an immortal who lost her kingdom. Though I still don’t know why the spirit of England abandoned me. I’m the only 1 who can do this.”

“No one thinks Blackwood has your people’s loyalty rightly. We find another way.” Zelda announced to the room.

Zelda, in fact, already had an idea. “I’m going to send word to the council to come help,” Zelda announced to the others as they walked in the hallway.

“Do you really think they will come?”

“They have to. As an ordained high priestess, it is my right to call on the council if I feel my coven is in danger, even if it’s from their dark lord.” Zelda said in a tone that was much more certain than she felt.

As soon as classes were done for the day, Zelda went straight to her office and began to compose a letter to the witches’ council. Only Zelda wasn’t happy with her 1st draft, so she rewrote, again and again, and again. Time flew by, and before she knew it, it was very late and Zelda had rewritten the letter 5 times. Zelda had to step away from her desk and she went upstairs to collect LJ who was catching up with Elizabeth. Once they were home, as LJ headed up to bed, Zelda casually walked into the kitchen. Going near the kitchen table, Zelda saw the pen and the pad of paper. Zelda bit her lip. She hadn’t seen Faustus in days, she missed him, and boy, did she have news for him! Zelda had read about how to write him but had no way of knowing if it would work. Zelda sat down, took the page that Faustus wrote his notes on last night, flipped it over, and wrote her own message backward.

Faustus, darling, I need to see you. Please come into my dream tonight- if you can. I love you. Zelda

It had been a long day so after saying her goodnights, Zelda went right to bed. Zelda was jolted out of a deep sleep when someone pulled on her blanket. Yet she didn’t mind, not when she saw who was smiling down at her.

“Faustus! Faustus, darling! You’re here! You must have gotten my note.” She reached up and hugged him.

“Of course, I got the note and when the woman of your dreams asks you to join her in bed, you don’t 2nd guess it.” He said and kissed her.

“Faustus, I have so much to tell you,” Zelda told her husband as they settled back in bed.

“If you want to tell me that you went to hell, I realized that as soon as I woke.”

“Yes, darling, but there’s more. We finally found Blackwood and Judas is still with him.” Zelda went on to explain in greater detail about Elizabeth and how Blackwood took Elizabeth’s kingdom and her men.

“And what’s even sadder is that no one but Elizabeth herself believes that Blackwood won that kingdom honestly.”

“Nor do I. But sweetheart, I told you before the curse can’t take my place because it doesn’t have a soul.”

Zelda nodded. “I know that. That’s why I’ve written to the council for their aid in this matter.”

Faustus made a face. “The council?! Do you really think they’ll help you?”

Zelda both sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know but I have to try. If worse comes to worst, I suppose we could always swap.”

“Swap?”

“Yes. Maybe I’ll take a week or so in Lucifer’s body and then switch back or something.”

“No way, Zelda! I refuse to put you in danger like that!”

“I wasn’t asking permission and I refuse to let you condemn yourself for all time because you still feel guilty over Edward’s damn curse!”

Her dead-on analysis stopped him cold. “How did you know?”

Zelda smiled. “Because I know you.”

“I know me too,” Faustus returned her smile, “But in my few days away, I learned a few things about myself. For example, I’ve always known I loved you and my own children of course, but I’ve also realized that I love Hilda and Dr. C and Ambrose and Hecate, even Sabrina.”

“And they love you, I know it. That’s why we Spellmans do, we love each other.”

“I also want a boring life.” Faustus continued. “Ever since I got free from the curse, all we’ve been doing is dealing with problems after problems. I want the biggest problems with the twins being that they won’t share the remote or that Sabrina needs help with her homework. Not help with being the queen of hell.”

Zelda blinked back tears. “I want that too, darling. More than anything.” She held on tight to Faustus as he kissed her. Zelda was pleased that dream sex was as passionate, pleasurable, and romantic as real lovemaking. Afterward, Zelda tried hard to cover up her yawn, but Faustus saw it regardless.

“Dearest, why don’t you just go to sleep if you’re tired?” Faustus wanted to know.

“I am tired,” Zelda confirmed. “But you told me yourself that you can’t control how long these dreams spells last and I want to spend every moment I can with you.” Poor Zelda really did put up a good fight, but all too soon, her eyelids began to droop against her will. Next thing she knew, Zelda opened her eyes to a bright morning and an empty bed. She ran her hand along Faustus’s side of the bed. “I miss you.”

Zelda could swear that she heard his voice on the wind. “I miss you too.”

The next few days were rough ones. Zelda’s letter to the council got no answer so she sent a 2nd one. When that one got no response as well, she called Rome, only to be put on hold most of the time. The good news was Zelda wasn’t the only Spellman working for the greater good.

It was Friday when Ambrose walked into Prudence’s classroom.

“Hey, sexy!”

Prudence looked up and smiled at her boyfriend.

“You know what I was just thinking?” Ambrose wanted to know. “I was thinking that it has been a while since you and I had been on a proper adventure.”

“I agree, but with all that’s going on here, I don’t think we should leave right now.”

“But what if it was for the greater good?” Ambrose tossed Prudence the spellbook he held in his hand.

Prudence’s eyes lit up as she looked over the dog eared page. “Ambrose, you’re a genius!”

“If this doesn’t cheer Elizabeth up, nothing will. Now let’s go, the sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll get back.” They left that very day.

The next day, Zelda received a telegram. It said the council would be there by Monday, and Zelda knew she could trust the note because it was written by Maxine. Sure enough, on Monday, Zelda found herself welcoming ‘Bother Maxwell’ and 3 other council members. However, getting the council there was only half the battle. Trying to discuss Faustus or Lucifer was like pulling teeth. On Tuesday, Ambrose and Prudence returned from their trip and went straight to Elizabeth.

“Where have you 2 been these past few days?” Asked the queen.

The kids exchanged a look before Ambrose answered. “We went to England.”

“We went to find England’s oldest tree,” Prudence added.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. She knew exactly what that meant. “You performed that spell that allowed you to speak to the spirit of England, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Elizabeth moaned and threw up her hands.

“The spirit of England didn’t abandon you,” Ambrose stressed. “When we first got there, he refused to even talk to us because he thought we were working for Blackwood. When we explained that we were there on your behalf, he said he knew that something had disturbed England, but he didn’t know which monarch was robbed. Then he gave us these to give to you.” Ambrose gave Elizabeth a stack of letters. For almost 10 minutes, Elizabeth quickly skimmed all the letters. Her face ranged from surprise to shock to pure rage.

Then she looked up. “Where is your aunt Zelda?”

“In her office,” Ambrose answered.

“But she’s with the council, I think.” Added Prudence.

“Perfect,” Elizabeth muttered.

“Shall we discuss the school’s budget next?”

Zelda felt like screaming. “Gentlemen, as I said before, I didn’t call you to speak of the running of this academy. As I already told you, there is a situation involving my husband and Lucifer.”

“And as we’ve already told you, we cannot go against the dark lord’s will.”

“Isn’t it the council’s duty to help all covens regardless of what church they belong to?”

“You presume to tell us what the council’s duties are?” The council members were laughing at Zelda 1 second and were floating up in the air the next. “Mother Spellman! Put us down this moment!”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“She’s right,” Came Elizabeth’s voice. “I did!” She let her hand fall and the group also fell in a huff.

Zelda couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Elizabeth? What on earth?”

“Pardon the interruption, Your Excellency, but it appears that we were both betrayed by this so-called witch’s council!” Elizabeth tossed the stack of letters on Zelda’s desk. “This is a series of letters between Blackwood and the council. They have been helping him all along! When he asked to be hidden in April, the council gave him step by step directions on how to get to my dimension and they also gave him a very strong spell to steal my people’s loyalty.”

Maxwell wore a look of confusion. “My lords, no one told me any of this,”

Another council member shrugged. “You simply weren’t around when the first few letters came in and later, well, we all know what a fan of Elizabeth Tudor you are.”

“At least 1 of you has some taste,” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “But why involve me or my kingdom at all?”

“Because he wrote requesting a hideout and power and we thought why not give him the kingdom run by the half-breed woman?”

“This half-breed woman has commanded the armies of men, both mortals, and witch, centuries before you were born! I, who won and kept the goodwill of my people, without any spells, for over 500 years!”

“ENOUGH!” Zelda cried, furious. “These letters go back to February! How can this be? My husband wrote to you about this whole situation in May and we met face to face at the Summit in June. Why the heaven didn’t you say anything?!”

“He asked us not to and we have to protect a powerful, skillful warlock.”

“My husband is a powerful, skillful warlock! All you did was aid a dangerous insanity curse, who still has my stepson! You have 5 minutes to get out of this office and this school!”

Elizabeth looked at Zelda. “High Priestess, I suggest you keep 1 here for…personal reasons.”

Faustus looked up as he heard the dungeon door unlock and open. A man was pushed in before Zelda and Elizabeth came into view. Before Faustus could ask what was going on, Zelda kissed him and explained all about how the council helped Blackwood and Elizabeth’s idea about performing a soul transfer into this council member.

“But won’t the council miss him?” Faustus wanted to know.

Zelda shook her head. “No, Maxine assured us that she could easily make up an excuse to leave him here, and once back in Rome, someone from the Sisterhood will use a glam spell to look like him.”

Once again, the soul transfer was performed and the council member/Lucifer went sent back to hell.

“I can’t believe I have to leave you again so soon.”

It was 3 days later, and Zelda and a newly freed Faustus were saying a quiet goodbye in the woods.

Zelda placed a hand on her husband’s cheek. “It’s time to reclaim your son, once and for all.”

“And figure out how to destroy Blackwood. Then can we have an ordinary, boring life?”

Zelda smiled. “That’s the dream.”

They kissed as Ambrose came out of the bush. “We’re ready.”

After saying a final goodbye to Zelda, Faustus and Ambrose joined Prudence and Elizabeth next to a hole in the air. They went through the hole, from the woods at night to a village at midday.

“Are we here? Elizabeth, is this your world?” Faustus asked.

Elizabeth nodded. “Everything looks familiar. Expect for that” Elizabeth pointed to a tree that had a poster on it praising Emperor Blackwood.

Meanwhile, Ambrose noticed something. “Um, guys, this tavern says it’s close for the royal wedding. What wedding?”

Having lived in castles her entire life, it was quite easy for Elizabeth to sneak the others into the palace. They were already in the balcony when Blackwood and his bride arrived. From where they were standing, they couldn’t see the bride’s face.

“I have a gift for my bride,” Blackwood announced.

“It better not be a damn music box,” Faustus growled.

“No,” Elizabeth answered. “It’s my stolen E necklace.”

The new empress moved and for the 1st time, the gang saw her face, and they were shocked.

It was Lilith.

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Dark Planet Warriors Series

Warning: Gore, violence, some situation of wrongful touching

Summary:

8 stories. The series begins with a bug infestation on the mining station outside of earth. A species called Kordolians are there to be the exterminators. After a meeting with a strange human our primary story kicks off while the bug story plays in background in some stories while being the main focus for several books. The consistent story for the other 8 books is a romance between the aliens and humans that results in a war for purity.

Person thoughts:

Great fuckin series. Almost every book has a different couple with only the very first couple being the focus several other times. First book is fantastic, especially the first sex scene. Its so good. The next few focus on the bug infestation till its dealt with then it gets back to the war. Don't skip them though, Riker is a treat that deserves to be acknowledged. My favorite one of this amazing series is Infinity's Embrace. That book has some dope characters. Electric Heart is my least favorite because it's like a real bad Watch Dogs (video game).

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Dark Planet Warriors

Dark planet Falling

Into the Light

Out of Darkness

Forged in Shadow

Infinity's Embrace

Electric Heart

Brilliant Starlight

Office Alien Series

Warning: Awkwardness, drug use, kidnapping (kind of)

Summary:

Three books about an office relationship with three different aliens. Each alien goes through the venture of courting a human woman. All of them succeed on confusing then educating these people on their culture. All the aliens come from the same planet that has been ravaged by a tough alien species that try to wipe them out with their superior technology. That isn't a plot point, its just an explanation. Each story shows the struggles of cultural differences and how education and understanding can help make the world a better place.

Person thoughts:

I adore this series. One book in this series actually got a perfect score from me, which is strange cause I'm a tough grader. The first book has a super awkward lad who just seems to hate everyone. Its really cute and I like them both though their relationship is filled with cringe. The second book I didn't much care for. The main love dude was kind of an idiot and was too blinded by acceptance to be a reasonable thinking alien. Still decent but Its not my cup of tea. The last one- sweet jesus- was amazing. It has a ‘my cousin Vinny’ vibe with their relationship where they fight often but its like their form of foreplay. So good. There is another series that’s super short that takes place 1 year later for each story. Totally worth a read after you read the series.

Rating: 8/10

Books:

The E.T. Guy

The New Guy

The Security Guy

(Christmas special)

Kraving Khiva

Warning: Sex workers, forced prostitution, abuse

Summary:

Eve is a virgin who is fed up with it. After her father's death she has been ghosting by in life with her best friend. After said friend points out a brothel of some interesting aliens she decides to give the place a try to finally rid herself of her virginity. After just one night she keeps coming back, falling for the sex worker. Romance ensues with lots of strife and abuse to keep the two from their HEA.

Personal Thoughts:

Man, this story represents everything I love in a story. Tons of fluff. It was a really good slow burn that I didn’t expect from a story about a prostitute. The cover gives the illusion of a typical middle aged mother romance - which I guess it is- but it has so much more. I only had one problem with the story, the ending. I felt they could have given more information but they just glossed over it. Besides that, hot book. The second one is really boring, just a slice of life that I couldn't get into.

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Kraving Khiva

Prince of Firestone

The Queen's Ransom

Warning: Near death situations, a lot of near death situations, gore

Summary:

432 pages. Long book. Jalia enters into a competition to win a great prize. The interest of great fortune is too much for her to pass up. Little does she know the treachery the competition hides or the actual prize. The king of Minotaurs is hosting an event to test the strength, endurance, and intelligence of potential wives. In a culture that values strength they refuse to accept a queen who hasn't been tried. Genius Jalia goes through challenge after challenge, nearly dying about every chapter while catching the attention of a charming king.

Personal Thoughts:

I generally don't have the patience for long books but this one never dragged on. Every chapter was captivating and riveting. The challenges were interesting and Jalia's solutions were pretty genius. The relationship between the king and her is pretty grand, I adore them greatly. My only problem with the book is all the potty humor and insults. She was a genius but her insults left much to be desired. Once her biggest annoyance is no longer in the picture does that kind of stuff end.

Rating: 9/10

Book:

The Queen's Ransom

The Kraken

Warning: Gore, racism, attempts of suicide(only 1 book), sassy AI

Summary:

A mysterious creature has lived in the ocean long ago, since the beginning of the settlement on this planet. After a nearly drowning woman is saved a series kicks off. Each book has a different relationship of humans and Krakens. Every book tells the story of how the krakens go from living in isolation at the bottom of the ocean to breeding with humans.

Personal thoughts:

When I first read this story I was just getting into monster romance. The love interests have fairly human tops but hella tentacle bottoms. So I was a little off-put by it but as I read on I didn’t care. The first one is pretty good for a start. The second one was decent, I didn’t really care for it. I actually skipped the 3rd one my first go around. Which is fine, it doesn't add too much and its short. Its still worth a read. The 4th one, fucking grand. 5th one? My all time favorite of the series! If you don't want to read them all at least read the 5th one. Like ask me for story details and I'll give you a cliff note for what's mentioned in that story then you can read in peace. 6th was ok, love the sassy AI. I didn't read the 7th one. Its two old people and I just can't

Rating: 8/10

Books:

Treasure Abyss

Jewel of the Sea

Hunter of the Tide

Heart of the Deep

Rising from the Depth

Fallen from the Stars

Lover from the Waves

Escaping Wonderland

Warning: Sexual assault, gore, lots of sexual stuff

Summary:

Alice is wrongfully placed in a psych ward that specializes in simulation therapy. She is placed in a pod then taken to the world of wonderland. This twisted version of the children's classic introduces a rapey mad hater and manipulative Red King. The main love interest is a playful lad who has more control of the simulation than most. The two run from the clutches of the Red King while trying to escape the simulation.

Personal thoughts:

I had very low hopes for this story. I didn't expect it to be as good as it was. It was a twist on the beloved movie and book. Everything was rapey and creepy and I weirdly loved it. Of course nothing too terrible happened to the main lady so it made those situations more tolerable but only just. I adore the main dude, shadow. He was a playful little mischief maker and I would die for him. What made this book better for me was when everything hit the fan they didn't rid him of his sassy personality. Most books make the cocky, silly, playful personality as something that is bad and needs to change. This one they didn’t and kept it. So good.

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Escaping Wonderland

Infinity City

Warning: Abuse, gore, sexual assault, dope ass fighting

Summary:

A city where criminals are more in control than most people think. Each book takes the reader through different adventure of different people. All having the similarity of protecting the ones they love. The first is of an assassin protecting the only woman who has made him feel so strongly. The second is with a mob boss hacker who grows fond of a shy human. The third is the second in command of the mob boss hacker who finds a pregnant woman in a menagerie and discovers she is his mate. Fourth is one of the workers of the mob boss's security team who gets taken by some slavers along with a woman he was entertaining for the night.

Personal thoughts:

First book sucked. He was obsessives and pretty much took all her choices. It wasn't till the end that he was like "my bad, you can leave if you want". Bleh. Second book was fan-fucking-tastic. Arc is a charming idiot with an amazing backstory. I didn't like the girl in the beginning but she grew on me. I love that he focuses on her but still pays attention to work and his 'family'. The third was surprisingly good. I generally don't like stories where someone is pregnant because they get boring. This one was not that. She was never a hindrance or weak, she was a badass. With her big kitty man they made an amazing duo. Also any scenes with her man and the baby made me tear up. He was so sweet. Fourth was boring, it reminds me too much of a lot of other stories.

Rating: 8/10

Books:

Silent lucidity

Shielded hearts

Untamed Hunger

Savage Desire

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While people watch TV or Youtube in their free time, I read. I have such a weird organization with everything i read because i tend to reread stories and forget i read them. the entire time i read it im like “have i read this before?”. so for books i write them down, rate them, then review them. i didn’t post the reviews here because it would be so many spoilers. Also i sort my favorite fanfics by fandom then relationship. i read so fucking much, its a problem at this point.

If you liked this recommendation drop a like, reblog, or reply. i will perhaps do another if you all like this. i have read so many books and i can post some decent ones and some god awful ones. perhaps you all can tell me how wrong my thoughts are on the ones i deem terrible. i think we will probably agree, ‘free’ books tend to have lower standards.

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