#so you heard it here first from the astral projection of my aunt okay

[casualavocados]

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[princesscaliban]

Caliban x Cheerleader | 2

Notes: A little adult-y at the end but that’s about it. Yes, part 3 is already started. That’s if you like part 2. I tried not to rush it but some parts aren’t as detailed as I wanted. There’s pictures included because I love visuals. x

Part 1

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Zelda brushed her hands on her skirt, cleaning them of any sweat that may have gathered during their quick meeting, “Stamattina, prima dell'alba, cancella i ricordi delle ultime notti, dalla mente di tutti.” Her hands pointed forwards towards Greendale and a gush of air hit the three witches to signal it had worked.

Ambrose had gathered Addy’s mother’s body and Caliban had volunteered to banish her father to Hell. All that Greendale would know is that Addy’s father never moved to Greendale and her mother passed of heart issues. She was buried in a local cemetery with a beautiful ceremony, Addy helping Sabrina lead her mother to Heaven with a few final words.

Then it came time. Time to tell Addy of her family lineage and test her blood to see what she was. 

“It’s a simple cut, fill the vile, Sabrina will heal you and we will know once Hilda mixes the potion.” Zelda slid the knife across the table to Addy, who grabbed it with shaky hands. 

Sabrina sat next to her, “It will only hurt for a second, once it’s full you’ll be healed, I promise.”

“Why do I have to do it myself? Can’t someone else do it while I’m not looking?”

“The subject does it themselves so there’s not chance of enchantment on the blood spilling into the vile.” Zelda explained, “We haven’t much time dear, we need to find out so we know what to do.”

Caliban stood behind Addy, his hands on her shoulders, “Brina is right here to fix it, you can do it Addyson.” 

The knife was millimeters from her hand and she froze, breaking down in tears, “I can’t get myself to do it. I want to, but I can’t.”

“I’ll do it with you.” Caliban offered, grabbing a knife off of the countertop behind him, “I’ll cut my hand and fill a vile, she can heal you and then me.”

“Yeah, you can do it together on the count of three.” Sabrina suggested, “Do you want me to count?” Addy took a deep breath and nodded, gripping the knife tighter, “On three… one..”

She looked over at Caliban, who held a knife to his hand as well, “Two….”

She looked up at Zelda and Hilda who stood with two empty viles, ready to catch their blood.

“Three..”

Without thinking Addy sliced her hand open, shrieking at the pain, clenching her eyes closed as Zelda guided her hand over the vile until it was full. She heard Sabrina talking, “Guarisci questa ferita, elimina la cicatrice, rendilo com'era prima.”

She went from pain to her hand feeling tight and with no thought she pulled it into a fist. It was completely healed.

Sabrina held her hands over Caliban and his cut seemed to mend itself back together as Addy watched. 

“In a few hours we will check the color of the brew, it will let us know.” Hilda smiled, walking towards the kitchen.

Hours later and Hilda was on the hunt for Sabrina, astral projecting herself to Dorian’s where Sabrina sat with Nick at the bar. “I need you back at the house immediately, this is not going as we thought.”

“Is Addy ok—

“Ms. Addy is fine, but Caliban is.. just… just come back.” She disappeared, leaving Sabrina and Nick confused.

“Do you want to come back for the reveal?” She joked, laughing with Nick, “It’s  like a mortal gender reveal, boy or girl? Witch or mortal?”

They appeared in Sabrina’s room and made their way downstairs, checking on the guest bedroom that had become Addy’s to see if she was still asleep. And there she was, tucked in front of Caliban, his arms wrapped around her, “Is it done?” he asked, eyes wide open, not even the slightest thought of sleeping.

“Not sure. I’ll come get you when it is.” She smiled, quietly closing the door. “So Caliban cut himself with Addy so she wasn’t afraid, Hilda must have went ahead and tested his blood..” She whispered to Nick as they walked down the stairs.

Hilda sat at the table with two viles in front of her, her eyes were glossed over as she kept looking at them back and forth. “Sabrina go get your Aunt Zelda.”

“I’m right here, Hilda, what’s the matter?”

“This is Ms. Addyson’s…” She pointed to the left, “This is Caliban’s.”

None of the others understood the layers of colors that sat in the viles. Addy’s was a vibrant green at the bottom half and a dark blue at the top, Caliban’s was the same green at the bottom but a light orange on the top quarter of it.

“Orange is demon, blue is mortal, green is witch or warlock.” 

They all went silent looking at Caliban’s green and orange vile, “So Caliban is..”

Hilda glanced up the stairs to check the door was still closed and leaned closer to the group, “He’s part warlock.”

Ambrose ran to his room, digging for books he then scattered on the table downstairs. After a few minutes holding onto Caliban’s vile of blood he was led to a certain page of a certain book, pointing to a name.

“Sycorax, the ‘blue-eyed hag’, a witch from the 16th century, she was impregnated with a baby by their coven’s worst enemy, who was a demon and she was being banished from her Algeria coven because she would get rid of it.” Ambrose trailed off, muttering words to himself, “She ran for a while before being found. They took her back to the coven and killed her for keeping the demon-child. Before they got to her she made a deal with another demon to watch over Caliban until he was older.”

“That is preposterous.” Zelda snapped, “A witch having a demon’s baby?”

“That’s good though, we can welcome Caliban into the coven, have him on our side, with our rule, he’d be the same as us.” Sabrina got excited at the possibilities, “And Addy can have a Dark Baptism to join our coven under Hecate and go to The Academy—

“Even if Caliban does join the coven, he’s still part demon, we can never rid of him of those powers.” Zelda explained, “I don’t know how I feel about a part-demon being inside of our coven.”

“He practically already is.”

“But what is his intention?”

“He wanted to take over the throne in Hell until he met the girl, now he is one hundred percent focused on her.” Nick chimed in, “I didn’t know the guy had actual emotions but I think he laughed with her the other day.”

“He’s smart, we can make him a teacher at The Academy.” Sabrina said, “Who else could teach Demonology better than an actual demon?”

Nick slowly put his hand in the air and Ambrose agreed, “I’m with Nicholas on this one, he shouldn’t be teaching Demonology, he could hide secrets that hurt our coven in the future.”

Their arguing, agreeing and whispering downstairs was interrupted by a scream from upstairs. 

“Addy! Addy! Are you okay?” Sabrina was first up the stairs, followed by everyone else. “Caliban, what’s going on?”

“Lasciarla sola, non in questa casa!” Caliban yelled, directly into Addy’s eyes. “Lasciarla sola, non in questa casa!” He repeated, holding her hands away from hitting him, “Tarak ‘ahlamuha wahdaha, la talus Biealzubul aleizam!” 

Addy’s body collapsed and he caught her, trying to catch his own breath at the same time. Sabrina ran and laid Addy back on the bed, “Caliban, what happened? What did you just say?”

“She was asleep.” He pushed his hair back, looking down at the now peaceful, girl. “She began having a nightmare, she was moving and talking and I… dream walked in her dream and she was being attacked by Beelzebub, he was trying to take over her body.”

“Beelzebub?!” They all exclaimed, “He kept telling me he wanted to help me dethrone Sabrina, he wanted to take over Addyson’s body in secret but… I-I…”

“You used a demon spell against a demon, banishing him from her dreams.” Zelda said. “You didn’t even realize you could do it.”

“No.. I.. I don’t even know what I said.” He shook his head.

“If my translating is correct, it’s a little rusty, but I think it was something of leaving her dreams alone and stop touching her.” Ambrose guessed, “Arabic.”

“I speak Arabic?” Caliban asked, “I.. I don’t even—

“Come down stairs, Caliban. We’ve got a lot to tell you.” Zelda left the room, the others following behind. 

“I’m going to put an enchantment on her, she will be completely safe.” Sabrina helped Caliban up and put her hands over Addy, “Dormire in pace, null put svegliarsi, null put superare.”

Now that Caliban was sat around the table Ambrose began to explain to him his history. His mother, her coven, her secrets, “It’s why you don’t remember your past, she didn’t want you to remember the fighting of her coven and the banishment and her death.” 

“But she did it all for you.” Hilda grabbed his hands, “She left her coven, went on her own, so she could have you.”

Caliban sat in silence, looking at the scribblings in Ambrose’s book. “It’s why you’re fine in Hell or any other realm. It’s why you randomly spoke Arabic when you needed to. You have a lot to learn, probably more powers from a warlock stand point, a lot of decisions to make.”

“But Addyson…”

“She’s another Sabrina, part witch, part mortal.”

“How… how do I tell her… how do I tell her I’m.. a demon? Part demon?” He looked up at Hilda, desperate for answers. “What if she—

“Don’t think ahead, let’s just see what happens.” Ambrose pat his back, “If Addy is anything like I think she is, she’ll be accepting. But this is all new to her, so it’ll be a shock.”

Sabrina excused herself and went to get Addy, taking her a glass of water, chatting with her and quickly braiding her hair before taking her downstairs.

Caliban stood up and pulled his chair out for her. Without a word she sat next to Hilda and Sabrina took the chair next to her. 

“Well, Ms. Addyson, we’ve got some news for you.” Hilda smiled, “Your father’s family is still in your DNA, you’re half witch, half mortal. Just like Sabrina.”

“So I… I’m a witch?”

“Yep, welcome!” Hilda giggled, “You’ve got a lot of decisions to make soon but for now, we’re going to leave it at that. Half and half.”

“Ask all questions you want, I’m an open book.” Sabrina said, “We’re the only two like us.”

She forgot about Caliban behind her and jumped as he put his hand on her shoulder. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Caliban’s also a… mixed… breed..” Hilda cringed at her own wording and excused herself from the room.

“You’re not a witch.. warlock?”

He took Hilda’s chair and turned Addy to face him. He rest his hands on her knees, “When I cut my hand with you, Hilda went ahead and mixed my own vile and I found out.. I found out my mother was a witch.”

Addy smiled at him, pushing his hair from his face, “So you’re a warlock.”

“And a demon.” 

Addy’s smile fell, her hand froze mid-air, “A..a.. what does—“

“He’s half witch and half demon.” Sabrina said, “He’s just found out, we’ve all just found out.”

Addy sat up in her chair, looking back at Caliban, he could see the fear in her eyes, “Aren’t demons bad?”

“Most are, yes, but Addyson there is no way I could ever hurt you. Please trust me.” He grabbed her hands, “You are.. I would never even consider it.”

“And as the current Queen of Hell…” Sabrina muttered behind her, “If he does, he has to deal with me.”

“Queen of Hell?” Addy asked, turning her head around, “You’re… Queen of Hell?”

“It’s a long story, I promise I’ll tell you about it. My dad is Lucifer and my mom was a mortal, I was raised by my Aunties and since the throne is passed down in families I was next in line.”

“She’s fine, she’s good. Sabrina’s a good Queen, nothing bad will happen to you.” Caliban assured her, “I will never let anything happen to you.” He kissed the top of her hands.

“I’m going to go help my Aunt Zelda with a few things, I’m going to leave you here.” Sabrina pushed her chair in and smiled at them both. 

Holding hands Caliban and Addy walked around the Spellman’s backyard, barely talking. She saw their cemetery in the distance, reminding her of her family, “I can’t believe my parents are gone. I haven’t even cried or anything.”

“Zelda did an emotion control spell on you so you wouldn’t. They wanted you to focus on what’s happening now and your future. You have to find a familiar, think about a Dark Baptism, join the coven, think about The Academy, learn spells—

“Stop.”

“You have the best teachers and coven, they have done.. a lot. They’re powerful.” He spun her to face him, resting his hands on her cheeks, “You’re going to be fine. Everything will be okay.”

“What about you?”

“I have a lot to learn as well. But I’m happy..” He smiled, “Demon and witch relationships are extremely frowned upon in this realm.”

“Relationships?” Addy giggled, “But warlock and witch relationships are fine?”

“Nick and Sabrina, Prudence and Ambrose, need I say more?”

“But what’s the rule on half witch, half mortal and half demon, half witch?”

“It’s a first.” He bit onto his lip, watching her face blush and her eyes look into his, “We can make them up as we go.”

“Thank you, Caliban.” She whispered, “For everything.”

“No thanking me.”

“You saved my life… multiple times.” Her hands fell onto his sides, gripping onto the shirt he wore, “I think that justifies a thank you.”

“Just kiss me, Addyson.” He gently led her face closer to his, watching her eyes close before their lips met. 

It was pure euphoria. Every cell in her body tingled as she pulled herself closer to him. She pulled back out of breath and he kissed her forehead before pulling her close to him, her face dug into his chest. “You’re welcome.”

And for the first time, she felt safe. She had no clue how to work her own powers but she fully knew Caliban would do anything to protect her.

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“Agatha, stop following me.” Caliban demanded, for the fourth time that day. “I’m not going to see her, I’m not astral projecting to see her, I’m keeping away.”

“Prudence told me to watch you all day, so that’s what I’ll do.”

“I just want to be alone before we go to the woods.” Agatha shook her head no, pacing back and forth in front of the doorway to Ambrose’s room that Caliban had been stuck in all morning. 

“Have you ever been to a Dark Baptism?” He shook his head, “It’s beautiful. A little gory when it comes to the sacrifice, but beautiful. Addy is about to become a full witch, part of our coven, it’s such an important time in a young witches life. I remember every detail of mine, the dress—

“I don’t care, Agatha.” 

“I mean it’s your Dark Baptism too. Your welcome to the world of witches and warlocks. You both will—

“Agatha, please stop talking.”

“Fine. Blackwood would never have let a half-breed like you have a Baptism anyway.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that I run the coven now, isn’t it?” Zelda stepped in the room and Agatha’s face blushed in embarrassment. “Agatha, go help your sisters and Sabrina get Addyson ready.”

“But Prudence said—

“Agatha.” She pointed to the door and Agatha left. “Nicholas and Ambrose have gathered a black suit for you to wear, they’re on their way back now.”

“If you would have asked, I could have told you I have a black suit.” He whisked is hand from the floor to his face and a black suit appeared on him. It was perfectly Caliban with a few studded and belted features. “Can I see Addyson now?”

“The girls will bring her downstairs when we are ready to leave. You can… wait down there with Hilda.”

As much as he wanted to sneak a peek into Sabrina’s room as he walked by, he didn’t. He sat in silence while Hilda read a book, trying to be patient.

Addy had soaked in the bath with the traditional mix: milk, egg, rosemary, agrimony, vanilla, John the Conquerer root, tans and other herbs. She dried herself off with a decorative towel and Prudence did her makeup while she sat in a gold robe.

Dorcas did her makeup, the ingredients filled with herbs and potions from Hilda’s garden. “There’s something relaxing about a makeover.”

“It’s the transformation before the transformation.” Sabrina said, painting a dark red color on Addy’s nails, “It does feel like a wedding day though. Keeping you both separate, getting you in a fancy dress and all fixed up.”

“All while Caliban simply changes his clothes and is ready.” Prudence laughed, “I can’t wait to see his reaction to you in your dress and all done up.”

“Addyson, you look beautiful.” Sabrina tried to mock his accent, making them all laugh. “Ravishing, fabulous, perfect.”

“Thanks guys. For all of this. For everything.” Addy smiled, “I would have been so confused doing this on my own.”

“That’s what a coven is for. We’re a family.” Sabrina assured her. 

Minutes that seemed like hours later and The Weird Sisters came down the stairs, Sabrina following and Addy after her. The whole house stood and looked at her.

Her blonde hair in a loose halo braid, her eyes smoked out, her lips colored the darkest shade of burgundy and the dress fit her perfectly. The flowing material followed her down the stair case as each witch she passed put a necklace on her, covering up the skin showing at the cleavage. 

Addy looked down at the six necklaces, all with different charms for different meanings. She looked up and saw Caliban at the end of the line, his hand stuck out towards her, “You look gorgeous, love.”

The feeling of chills going up her spine took over her body just as it had done the first time she met him. Without a thought she pulled herself up by his shoulder to kiss him. “You’re welcome.” He smiled, leading her out the front door.

As they entered the woods Addy’s familiar that had chosen her, a black owl, hovered on a tree near her. Below the owl was a small fox, the familiar that had found Caliban in the woods the day before.

Candles seemed to take over the woods as witches and warlocks gathered in a circle around them.

Zelda held a book and stood before them, “We are gathered here together, in these woods, in the presence of our coven, all of the souls living and dead. The most unholy order of Hecate which teaches us there is no law beyond. Do what thou, wilt.”

In unison the crowd spoke and Addy squeezed Caliban’s hand, “Covina noster novus hospitio.”

“With our coven to witness, we hail Addyson Faye Camelli, descendant of the Camelli family and Caliban, son of the strong and honest witch, Sycorax to the Order of Hecate.”

The coven spoke again, raising candles into the air, “Hecate, vigila semper nostri seculi finem. Tum observabimus animarum interitum.”

Sabrina approached with a bowl of blood and Zelda’s them dipped into it. Caliban and Addy knelt before her as she drew crosses on their foreheads, mumbling lines to herself. 

Animal sacrifices, herb spreading, candle lighting, more incantations, the sacred signing of the book and a time for each witch, if they wanted, to say something to the new members of their coven.

Sabrina stepped forward at the end, placing her hands on Addy’s head and moving her lips as she secretly spoke an incantation to her. 

Addy’s body felt like a shock went through it and she held onto Sabrina to stay up, “What.. what did you do?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She smiled and winked. 

“And with that, we conclude this Dark Baptism of Addyson Faye Camille and Caliban. They are welcome to our coven with open arms, open souls and watching eyes.”

And a gust of wind went by, blowing every candle out in the woods. Leaving them all in the dark to wander home or wherever they wanted.

Addy and Caliban were last to leave, slowly walking hand in hand towards the Spellman house. “I don’t feel any different.” She complained, looking at her hands and body, “I thought I would feel different.”

“You don’t know any incantations or spells, that’s the key.” He laughed and flicked his hand at his clothes, changing into jeans and a t-shirt right in front of her. 

“Rimuovere.” She pointed at his shirt and spit out a word she didn’t even know she could pronounce and Caliban’s shirt was off and on the ground at their feet. A smile grew on her face as she looked up at him and pointed, “I can do a lot—

“Addy! Calib— oh, sorry if I’m… interrupting.” Sabrina cringed, “I forgot to tell you I did a knowledge transference spell on you. Everything I know, you now know. Just think and use the spell that comes to mind.”

“Now you’ve made her dangerous, Brina.” Caliban laughed, pointing at his shirt on the ground. 

“I’ll let you deal with that.” She waved, disappearing from where she stood.

“There are so many spells going through my mind right now.”

“Portaci in profondita. Dove dormo.” Caliban grabbed her hand and they appeared in a dark room, lit only by a few candles on the walls. “Since you’re a witch now, welcome to Hell.”

“This is… a bedroom.”

“Oh, she’s a smart witch.” He laughed, grabbing her waist, “Have I told you that you look beautiful today?”

She wrapped her hands around his neck, “About a hundred times. But I’m not tired of it.”

“I expected you to look good in your Dark Baptism dress. But you came down the stairs and.. you.. you looked.. hot.” She hid her face in his chest, “The see through part on the bottom? The cut-out sleeves?” He trailed his finger down her chest, over the stack of necklaces, “This part…” 

Addy giggled, grabbing his hand, “Did you want me to be bothered all day?”

“It wasn’t my first thought, but it did cross my mind while trying dresses on.” She bit on her lip, “Prudence even asked me what you’d think. I said you’d like it. She said you’d have it on the floor in seconds.”

“Prudence knows me well somehow.” He shrugged, searching his hands around her back to find the zipper. 

Addy winced in pain, grabbing her hand and looking. It felt like a constant scratch as letters appeared:

~Spellman house by midnight. -S~

She read it and watched it disappear, “What is that?”

“Enchanted pen. Sabrina writes on her hand it shows up on yours.” He pushed her hands down, “Midnight means we’ve still got a few hours here.”

“You never actually explained where we are.”

“My living quarters.” He pushed her dress down and it fell to the floor, “In Hell.”

She stood before him in a matching set of lingerie, all black, all lace. Her backside showing just the perfect amount as he took her finger and spun her around. “What do ya think?”

“I can’t think.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, pushing her hair back and holding onto her chin.

Before he could even get his lips on her there was a knock at his door. One wave of his hand and it opened, Beelzebub was standing there alone.

At just the sight of him, Addy tensed up and grabbed onto Caliban. “What do you want?”

“To meet the Misses.” He bowed.

“As if you haven’t known who she is.” Caliban held onto Addy, who was standing in just her undergarments. Not just any undergarments but the ones Prudence made her put on ‘just in case’. “You leave her alone. Never touch her.”

Without taking a step Beelzebub appeared right next to them, his finger trailing down Addy’s bare arm. Her fingers dug into Caliban’s sides, definitely leaving marks. “How do you expect me to ignore such a…. specimen.” His eyes scanned her whole body which was now shaking. “Our Prince of Hell brings a witch back and we don’t even get a chance?”

He appeared on the other side of them, “I just need a few minutes with the beaut and you can have—

Caliban grabbed his hand that was about to touch Addy again, “You know my power. And I’m not afraid to use it on you.” He pushed Addy behind him and stood chest to chest with Beelzebub. “If you do so much as enter her dream or even have a thought about her, I’ll know and I’ll banish you from Hell myself.”

A quick move of his hand and Caliban had pushed Beelzebub from his room and into the hallway. He tried to run back in but the door slammed and locked.

Caliban was filled with rage, his fists were tightly locked as he took a deep breath. “Addyson I’m sorry about him.” He immediately relaxed when her hands touched his skin, sliding around his sides and to the front of him. “He will never get to you.” She kissed his back and his hands grabbed onto hers, “He’s useless.”

“Prince of Hell?” She questioned, whispering into his neck, “That’s a sexy title.” 

Caliban turned around to see her smiling, “Protecting me from him..” She grabbed his hand and slowly walked towards the huge bed at the back of the room. Black sheets, black pillows, black candles; she pushed him to sit down, “That was … so hot…”

He shook his head at her antics, “Rimuovere.” She repeated again and laughed, pointing at his pants that fell to the floor.

He pulled on the string of her bottoms until she moved forward and straddled his lap, “If you use that one more time, I’ll have to start using it on you.” 

“No need to use it if I’m willing.” 

“You’ve become quite confident since you’ve known you’re a witch.” He groaned and flipped her over so he was on top of her, “But it’s easier to tease you.. when you have them on..” His hair tickled her neck as he left a row of bites down her collar bone, “More surprises.” He kissed the middle of her chest, “For me.” He left a sloppy kiss on her stomach before kissing the top of her underwear, pulling them back with his teeth.

Her hands grabbed his hair and she tried to move around but he held her still, “Oh you’re going to be like that, are you?” He moved back up and kissed her lips, beginning a careless makeout that distracted her as he undid the clasp to her top.

Her legs tried to squeeze around him but he wouldn’t allow it, laughing at her whining as he slowly pulled her top off. “Perfect.” He glanced up at her, slowly leaning down towards her chest, “And all..” He kissed her neck once more, “mine.”

[elisaphoenix13]

Family Isn't Always Blood

It was a good day. A Saturday. When the kids did pretty much whatever they wanted, within the usual rules of course. Most of the time, Peter and Harley spent the day on the couch, watching tv and throwing popcorn or other snacks into each other's mouths, which was exactly what they were doing now. Diana was with Cassie on a shopping trip with Tony's credit card, willingly handed over partially for the reason that they were dragging Quill with them. He told them to draw out the day as long as possible just to make the celestial miserable, and to send pictures of said misery.

Cassie had yet to disappoint.

"Wait wait wait!" Peter rolls off the couch, landing on the floor with a thud, and he scampers to his feet and over to the wall.

"Shoes off!" Stephen says from his meditative pose on the floor when Peter touches the wall.

Peter kicks off his shoes and crawls up the wall, and he moves across the ceiling until he's across from Harley again. The older teen grins and tosses popcorn up to him for another ten minutes until they get rambunctious and Harley was making Peter crawl all over the ceiling to catch popcorn. But because they were teenage boys, it ended with someone getting hurt. Sort of. Peter wasn't fast enough for a piece of popcorn, lunged for it, and effectively fell from the ceiling and onto the floor. He groans loudly and Stephen opens a single eye to make sure his youngest son isn't bleeding or dying. Once confirming Peter was okay, he closes his eye again and returns his focus to his meditation.

"Ugh! Mom! I'm dying!"

Harley tosses popcorn into his own mouth. "You've literally blown off medical attention when you've been shot. You only fell like ten feet from the ceiling."

"Mommy."

Stephen huffs through his nose and opens his eyes. "I'm telling Cassie you called me Mommy."

"I think I broke my everything." Peter whines.

"Everything but your vocal cords." Tony says as he walks into the living room while looking at his phone. "Speaking of Cassie, she sent me a picture of Quill. He fell asleep on one of those benches near the fitting rooms."

Harley cackles. "Dia and Cassie trying on clothes? He'll be there for days."

"Making Porcupine as miserable as possible gives me life." Tony says.

"You're just using the fact that Quill can't say no to the girls against him." Stephen points out and Tony grins.

"Of course I am. It would be stupid not to."

"Boss, there's someone down in the lobby looking for you." FRIDAY says and Tony looks at the video surveillance of the lobby on his phone.

"Who is it?"

"He claims to be Harley's father."

The silence that filled the floor was tense and if a pin dropped, they would have heard it. Tony was staring at the video feed on his phone with an indefinable expression, Peter stopped his fake whining to look up at his father, Harley simply froze and stared off into the distance...but Stephen? He was surprisingly the one who broke the silence. Angrily.

"How dare he." Stephen moves to his feet so fast, that Tony barely finished blinking. "What the hell possessed him to think he can walk back into Harley's life--"

"Honey...Mama Bear is hot but we're not even sure it really is him." Tony says as he rests his free hand on the sorcerer's waist.

Harley, on the other hand, quietly gets up from the couch and looks at Tony's phone, immediately drawing into himself when he does. "It's him."

"Patatino, just say the word and I'll have him thrown out on his ass. I think Happy is here. He'd be more than happy to do it personally." Tony turns off the video feed and looks through his contacts instead.

"I...I have questions." Harley whispers and the engineer nods.

The four of them take the elevator down to the lobby, but Tony tells Stephen and Peter to stay behind in the back while he and Harley approach the elder Keener. Mama Bear was not pleased and they left him prowling near the elevator and Peter. Tony wouldn't be surprised if he resorted to astral projecting to be able to stand in on the conversation, and if he didn't, Stephen would pounce the second Harley gave the slightest indication that he was uncomfortable.

"Mr. Keener." Tony says and ignores the hand held out to him. "What can I do for you?"

"I'll cut to the chase Stark. I'm here for Harley."

Tony chuckles dangerously. "Funny."

"I'm not joking. He needs to be with his real father...with a real family." The man growls out and Harley was actually the one to get into his face.

"Tony is my real dad. These people are my real family. You were the one who walked away! You left Mom, my sister, and me!" Harley snarls out.

"I thought it was best for you at the time! I couldn't take care of you the way you deserved-"

"BULLSHIT!"

"I can now though! I have a house, a good job, and you'll love my wife-"

Harley clenches his hands into fists and glares at his biological father.

"How dare you. You think you can come back into my life after over ten years and take me from a family that cares about me? You weren't there when Mom and my sister died in a fire. Tony and Stephen were. They're the ones that took me in when I had nowhere else to go! They're my real parents! I have a new mom and dad. I have a brother and sister! Aunts and uncles...I'm happy here. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"A man is not a mother. He's a freak."

Harley lashed out. He delivered an uppercut to his biological father's jaw and sent him sprawling to the floor, and stood above him with a glare.

"Don't talk about him like that. As far as I'm concerned, Tony and Stephen are my mom and dad. You're just a sperm donor."

The teen walks away and Tony recovers from his shock with a shake of his head to motion a couple of security guards over and ask them to escort the elder Keener off the premises. Tony follows Harley back to Stephen and Peter, and the four get back onto the elevator, riding it back up to their floor in silence as Harley stews in his anger and upset. As soon as the elevator stops and opens, Harley goes up to his room and leaves behind the other three who look at each other a little nervously before agreeing to give the older teen some space.

The floor was unnaturally quiet when Cassie, Diana, and Quill got home, and when Cassie brought Diana up, she immediately felt the tension in the air.

"Hey...let's go down to my room okay?" Cassie looks to Tony and Stephen for silent approval and they both nod and watch her take Diana back to the elevator.

Stephen silently started on dinner, Harley's favorite in the hopes that it would cheer him up, and Peter watched tv as Tony mindlessly went through emails. Tony hadn't really expected Harley's outburst or the punch, but he inwardly preened at what he had said. They were his family. Well, of course they were, but sometimes they wondered if he was really happy with them. Today erased all of their doubts and Bucky would have been proud of the blow Harley gave his father. In fact, Tony planned to show the entire team. One reason being because he was proud, and the second being that they would see the fruits of their training.

Their oldest child did eventually come out of hiding right before dinner was ready, and to their surprise, he went to Stephen first. Harley approached the sorcerer silently and looked at him with some uncertainty, but then threw himself into his mother's arms who reciprocated immediately.

"I want to be part of this family." Harley mumbles into the sorcerer's chest, and Stephen and Tony glance at each other in confusion.

"You are part of this family Cub."

"I mean for real." More confusion between Tony and Stephen. "You never adopted me, right?"

Oh.

No they didn't. They just had permanent guardianship over Harley because he wasn't ready to be adopted. They were okay with that and told him that if he changed his mind, to just say the word. It didn't mean they treated him any differently though. Harley was their son from the start, even if it took him time to warm up to Stephen. Now the boy called him Mom and came to him for things just like Peter did.

"If that's what you want." Stephen says quietly and brushes aside unruly brown hair.

Harley pulls away just enough to look up at him with red eyes. "I want you to want it too."

"Kiddo, you've always been our kid. Signing adoption papers would only be a formality at this point." Tony says as he slips next to the pair. "Like I said, just say the word."

"I want this."

Tony smiles. "I'll have Pepper send me the paperwork." He kisses the top of Harley's head and leaves the kitchen to search for his Starkpad, and the teen rubs his eyes as he moves out of Stephen's comforting hug.

"I'm making your favorite. Lasagna and garlic bread. Hungry?"

"Yeah."

Harley leaves the kitchen then to join Peter back in the living room, and Diana steps off the elevator a few minutes later when Stephen asks FRIDAY to send her up for dinner. Since it wasn't quite done, she and the boys made a fort out of the couch cushions, pillows and blankets after moving the coffee table and watched tv from within until Stephen called them back into the kitchen. Dinner was relatively mellower than usual for obvious reasons, but Harley cheered up a little by the end of it and returned to the fort with Peter and Diana to watch a movie. They all fell asleep in the fort in the middle of their third Disney movie, and both Tony and Stephen found themselves staring at the kids from the entryway of the living room.

"Should we wake them up and send them up to bed?" Tony whispers and Stephen shakes his head.

"Let's leave them alone." The Sorcerer Supreme looks over at Levi, points at the three kids, and the cloak perks up before happily flying into the fort with a whoosh and settling over the kids like a blanket.

"Let's have another one."

Stephen raises an eyebrow at Tony. "I am not creating another magical baby."

"Who said anything about magic? I was talking about the good old-fashioned baby making." The engineer says with a grin and Stephen snorts.

"I'm Mom, Mama Bear, wife, and occasional matriarch but I am still a man, love."

"Okay. Point. Maybe a little bit of magic is needed."

"No."

Tony gasps. "Mama Bear is saying no to another cub? Who even are you?"

"You can try the good old-fashioned way without magic." Stephen replies as he climbs the stairs to their bedroom and Tony follows.

"I can't say no to that."

The couple retired to bed for the night, leaving their three kids sleeping peacefully in their pillow fort, and Levi keeping them warm. When they woke up the next morning, miraculously with the kids still asleep, Tony made breakfast while Stephen contentedly drank tea and gazed fondly at their kids.

On Monday, Harley's adoption was finalized. He officially became a Stark-Strange.

[im-a-writer-sometimes]

Firstborn (Nick Scratch x reader)

Request: Hey there! Would you write a nick scratch x reader imagine/one shot , where the reader is a mortal and a friend of Sabrina. When the 13 come to town Sabrina sends Nick to the reader to keep her safe. In the End maybe some fluff/slight smut (if your ok with it) between Nick and the reader. Love your nick scratch imagines! -@black-kitten-imagines

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nicholas scratch smut? -anon

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Could you possibly do a nick scratch one shot where when the 13 witches come nick is worried about you cause you’re the first born but he’s having to protect Harvey, like something really angst but fluffy as well thank you ❤️ -@morecthh

A/N: All these requests were kinda similar so I just put them all together. Killing three requests with one fic.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUTtY sMUT SmUT, language

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“Aunt Zelda!” Sabrina shouted, looking for her aunt in the crowd of people.

“Sabrina. What’s wrong?” Aunt Z said, pushing past people to get to her niece.

“Where’s Y/N? Have you seen Y/N?”

Zelda shook her head, eyes scanning the room for her.

“I don’t think she came, Aunt Z. And she’s a firstborn. If she’s by herself, then she’s going to die.”

Aunt Zelda gave her a sympathetic look, placing her hand on Sabrina’s shoulder.

“I need to go get her,” Sabrina said, turning to leave. Zelda caught her arm before she could.

“No, Sabrina, we need you here. I am sorry for Ms. Y/L/N’s circumstance, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger.”

Sabrina wanted to be angry, but she knew her aunt was right. If they stood any chance of saving the humans, Sabrina had to be here.

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“Are you going to do something?” Harvey asked, looking nervously between the door and Nick.

“I am doing something, farm boy,” Nick spat, trying hard to concentrate on the spell he was casting. It was hard with Y/N frequently racing through his mind. He had to constantly remind himself that she was at the high school, safe with Sabrina and her aunts. Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying to pull his focus back to the Latin spilling out of his mouth.

“Nick.”

Was that… Sabrina?

He immediately stopped talking and opened his eyes. Sure enough, Sabrina was standing by the door, staring at Nick.

“What the--” Harvey started to say, but Nick cut him off.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, a little agitated.

“I’m not here. I’m astral projecting.”

“Okay, then what do you need. I told you that I’d take care of farm boy over here.”

“This is about Y/N.”

Nick’s heart stopped.

“What about her?”

“She’s not at the high school. She’s still at home, Nick.”

He took a step towards her, his breath picking up.

“What do you mean? I thought you said she knew to come?”

“She did, but she’s not here. I need you to help her.”

Nick looked over at Harvey and then back at Sabrina, he nodded. Before he could say anything else, Sabrina vanished.

“Thanks for your help,” Harvey said sheepishly, and Nick nodded.

“The protection spell should hold, but blockade the door once I’m gone, just in case.”

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Y/N was half-sitting, half-laying in the mud of her front yard, her leg trapped beneath a fallen tree. She could feel the bones in her leg snap when it fell, and she had been stuck here, out in the pouring rain ever since. She was 100% certain that this was how she was going to die. She couldn’t tell the difference between the raindrops and tears on her face, but she didn't care to. She tried to occupy herself with pleasant thoughts, to combat the throbbing pain from her legs. She smiled when she thought of her friends.

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"Sabrina, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Y/N said, nudging her friend with the elbow as they both walked through the hallway.

"That's because we haven't seen each other in forever," she admitted, smiling sadly. "We really need to hang out."

They made their way out of the school, strolling into the parking lot. Y/N was about to wish Sabrina goodbye when she was cut off.

"Sabrina, Father Blackwood needs you."

Y/N turned to see a guy about her age, dressed in all black, leaning against a car. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed to be addressing Sabrina.

"Nick, what are you doing here? Couldn't you have waited to tell me this until I got home?"

"It's urgent," he said, shrugging. Then his eyes flicked towards Y/N.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting," he said, flashing her a smile. "I'm Nick."

"Y/N," she responded, shaking his outstretched hand. When their hands touched, Y/N swore she felt a jolt of electricity and she pulled away, smiling meekly.

"Um, I'll catch up with you later, okay Y/N?" Sabrina said, turning to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who's Father Blackwood? Sabrina what's--"

"I'll explain everything later," she assured, turning away. As they began to walk away, Nick spared a glance back at Y/N to find her watching him, a small smile on her lips.

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She groaned when she thought about Nick. She was never going to be able to tell him how she felt. She would never be able to tell him how annoyingly perfect his hair is, or how he makes emo look sexy, or how he made her feel appreciated. She jumped when thunder boomed through the sky, quickly followed by a flash of lightning. God, she hated storms when she was inside. And now she was out here trapped under a tree, probably dying, and it was infinitely worse.

"Y/N!"

Her ears perked up at the sound of a voice, and she tried her best to twist around to see who was there. This only caused her a great deal of pain, and she cried out.

"Help!"

She was about to scream for help again when a figure emerged in her front yard, not ten feet away from her.

"Oh, shit," Nick said, racing towards where she was. He knelt down beside her, quickly assessing the damage.

"The tree feel down while I was leaving. I think my leg is broken."

"Okay, it's gonna be okay," he assured, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain. "I'm gonna try and push it away from you, okay? I need you to pull your leg out from under it."

"Nick, it's a fucking tree. You can't lift it."

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to trust me, okay? Now, when I say go, I need you to pull your legs out from under the tree, got it?"

She nodded, watching him with confusion.

He stuck his hands out in front of him, not even touching the tree, and he closed his eyes.

"Nick, what are you--"

She stopped talking when she saw his lips moving, forming words she couldn't hear.

"Nick, what are you saying?!"

She was so focused on Nick that when she felt the pressure of the tree disappear, she snapped her head towards it. Sure enough, the tree was levitating a few inches above her. She screamed. Then she remembered her legs and she dragged herself away from the fallen tree. As soon as she did, Nick stopped his chanting and the tree unceremoniously dropped back to the ground.

"Nick, what the hell was that?"

He didn't give her time to answer, because he picked her up bridal style, carrying her back inside her house. Once she was inside, and the roar of the storm was muted, she asked again.

"Nick, what the hell was that?"

He didn't answer, he just set her down on the couch, sitting on the coffee table across from it.

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"Thoreau clearly expresses the ideals of Transcendentalism in his writing. He talks about living in the woods and connecting with nature, and the dangers of falling into routines and habits, and he makes really beautiful points. And so, while he's writing about all that, he's living in a hut in the woods by himself, being all philosophical and such, and I think that means that he was gay."

"Wait, wait, wait," Nick said, clearly dumbfounded by Y/N's logic. "How does Thoreau's Transcendentalist writing make him gay?"

"I just sense it."

"You think Henry David Thoreau was gay."

"No," she said laughing, and Nick furrowed his eyebrows. "I know he was gay."

Nick shook his head, running his hands down his face.

"Your logic, or lack thereof, drives me insane, you know that?" He said, trying to fight back a grin.

"That's what I'm here for, sweetheart," she said, not trying to hide her smile.

"This is nice," Nick admits, eyes scanning the book shop. "I like talking about great literature. I don't get to do that often."

"Yeah, it is," she agreed. "I do talk about it a lot in school, but everyone else hates it. I'm the only one who actually enjoys this shit. You should have heard my rant last month in my English class about how Emily Dickinson was 100% a lesbian."

"Oh my god..." he sighed, plopping his face into his hands.

"She was!" She said, a smile taking over her face.

"And let me guess. Shakespeare is bi and Poe is into bondage."

"That wouldn't surprise me," she stated, her smile growing bigger when a grin appeared on Nick's face. He shook his head again, taking a sip of his tea.

“I’m glad we met, Y/N,” he stated. “You keep my life interesting.”

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“I’m a warlock.”

She waited for him to crack a smile or burst out laughing, but he didn’t. He looked at her, caution in his eyes, waiting for her to respond. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“What?” she asked, barely audible.

“I’m a warlock, a male witch.”

She slowly nodded, eyebrows raised, taking in his words.

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“No,” he assured, scootching closer to her. “I’m a warlock and I can do magic and I go to The Academy of the Unseen Arts where I learn how to do magic. And out there I did a simple levitation spell to pick up that tree.”

“You did a simple levitation spell,” she repeated slowly, eyes wide.

“Yes. And I can fix your legs if you want me to.”

When she didn’t respond, he closed his eyes, chanting yet again. She caught what sounded like Latin falling from his lips and she furrowed her eyebrows.

And then it happened.

She felt the bones in her legs shifting, rearranging, healing.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…”

He kept chanting, and with one final snap, her bones popped back into place.

“HOLY SHIT, NICK,” she cried, her breaths growing ragged.

“Don’t freak out!” He said, holding his hands out in front of him.

“DON’T FREAK OUT? YOU JUST DID SOME WEIRD VOODOO SHIT ON ME, I’M GONNA FREAK OUT.”

She stood up, surprised when her legs didn’t crumble underneath her. She started pacing, tugging her hands through her hair.

“Y/N, you need to calm down, okay? If you sit down and listen, I can explain everything.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this, You’re a fucking wizard.”

“Warlock,” he corrected.

“What?”

“I’m a warlock. Not a wizard.”

“That’s what you’re gonna focus on right now? Seriously?”

She sat back down on the couch, leaning her elbows on her knees.

“Why the hell did you keep this from me? Does Sabrina know?”

At that, Nick let out an awkward chuckle, coming to sit next to her on the couch.

“About that. She’ll probably hate me for being the one to tell you, but she’s a witch.”

“SABRINA’S A WITCH?” she cried, standing back up again. “MY BEST FRIEND SINCE PRESCHOOL IS A FUCKING WITCH AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?”

“Surprise?”

“fUCK.”

“She was just protecting you; she didn’t--”

“Okay, no. None of that ‘I didn’t tell you to protect you’ bullshit.” She groaned, sitting back down next to Nick. “So, like, were you born with magic or did you have to, like, sacrifice a virgin to get it.”

Nick laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, it’s something you're born with.”

“Is the storm some kind of witchy stuff?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, nodding. “A witch created this storm so all the humans would gather together at the high school. So we could protect them.”

“Why?”

“Well, the 13 original witches that were hung here are back from the dead to get revenge.”

She stood up, yet again, pulling at her hair.

“Are you serious, Nick!? I would have opened with that! Jesus Christ!”

Nick stood up, following her when she stomped into the kitchen.

“Y/N, everything is going to be fine. I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Hurt me?! Why would they want to hurt me?!” she asked, her breaths growing quick and shallow.

Nick opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked at her, staring at him with desperation in her eyes.

“They’re killing every firstborn.”

Her breathing stopped.

“Holy shit I’m going to die…”

“You’re not going to die, Y/N, okay? I’m not going to let them get to you! Sabrina is finding a way to stop them.”

Tears started falling freely from her eyes, and she placed her hand on her forehead, shutting her eyes.

Nick came to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his, tears staining her cheeks.

“You are safe, okay? I will not let them kill you.”

She nodded, trying hard to believe his words. When he opened his arms, she fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist. He held onto her, placing a hand on the back of her head and planting a kiss on her hair. She was the first to pull away, eyes searching his. It doesn’t matter who closed the distance between them, because suddenly their lips were touching. She cradled his face in her hands as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed onto her hips, pulling her impossibly close to him. He backed her up against the counter and lifted her up, so she was sitting on the countertop. His lips trailed along her jaw and made their way to her neck, biting and sucking so there would definitely be hickeys there tomorrow. She didn’t try to hide the moan the escaped her throat.

“Nick, I need you…” she whimpered and Nick pulled away to look at her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“I need you to say it, princess.”

“Yes.”

She hopped off the counter and led Nick upstairs to her bedroom. He didn’t waste any time, already pulling his shirt over his head. She laid back on the mattress, and he was quick to follow, hovering over her. And then his lips were on hers again. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other found her waist, pulling her body impossibly close to his. He tugged at the hem of her shirt and she broke the kiss to pull it over her head. He took a second to take her in before burying his face in her neck, leaving love bites as he did. He trailed down to her collarbone, and when he made his way to her chest, he unclasped her bra in one motion, throwing it aside. Without hesitating, he took her nipple into his mouth, rolling the other with his fingers. She moaned, back arching. He made his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. He looked up at her when he reached her waistband, silently asking for permission. She nodded eagerly and he smirked, pulling down her leggings and her panties together. He peppered kisses along the inside of her thighs, ignoring where she needed him most. He laughed when she groaned, looking up at her between her thighs. With no warning, he licked a stripe up her heat, never breaking eye contact, and she moaned, closing her eyes and gripping the sheets with her fists. His hands found her clit and he rolled it between his fingers, causing her to squirm beneath his touch. He slowly slid a finger into her, and she whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He added another finger, pumping them into to her at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Nick…” she groaned.

“What, sweetheart?”

“I need you. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told again. He pulled his fingers from her and crawled up the bed, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked.

“Can’t you place some spell or something to keep me from getting pregnant?”

“Yeah. It’s called a condom.”

She shook her head and reached into her nightstand, pulling a foil package from her drawer. He took it from her and fumbled to open it. She giggled when he failed, unable to tear it. Before he could embarrass himself further, she took it from him, ripping it open with her teeth. He took that opportunity to free himself of his pants and underwear.

She rolled the condom onto his length, pumping it a few times. He groaned and closed his eyes. She lined him up with her entrance and he slid into her, completely bottoming out. They both moaned in unison, her hands coming to wrap around his biceps.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N… so tight.”

“Move, Nick.”

He obeyed, setting a steady pace. His lips found hers, their tongues battling for dominance. He quickened his pace, pounding into her. Obscenities mixed with his name fell from her lips and he didn’t think he’d ever heard a sweeter sound.

“Nick, I’m gonna…”

“Me too, babe. Come for me.”

At his words, the knot in her stomach came undone, and she fell apart underneath him. He was quick to follow, burying his face in her neck as he came. They stayed there for a minute, entangled in each other. All too soon, he pulled out, tossing the condom in the trash and plopping down next to her on the bed. They both laid in silence, catching their breaths.

“Wow,” he sighed, turning his head to face her.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes meeting his.

“Wait,” he said, furrowing his brows. “The storm stopped.”

“Does that mean we won?”

“I think it does,” he said, smiling.

“Well, I think that’s cause for celebration,” she said wiggling her brows.

“You wanna go for round two? Woman, I’m still recovering from round one!”

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remember kids, wrap it before you tap it and every kiss begins with konsent

[theworkofxanderking]

The Originals: Bad Blood (Alternative Season 5)

Episode 7: From Here to Hell Town (Part Two of Two)

Warnings: I do not own the original content to “The Originals”, “The Vampire Diaries” or “Legacies” or any of the characters from the television shows.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Klaus stood in his room drinking a glass of whisky thinking about the city he loved so much and how it once saw him as it’s king. He couldn’t help but feel resentment over his brother Elijah for claiming his spot at the faction meeting but knew it was a sacrifice he’d have to make to ensure his daughter Hope was granted a good life.

He knew his sole focus needed to be on his long lost brother Henrik and getting to the bottom of his alliance with Nathaniel despite how painful it may be for him and his family all while hoping he had as little interaction with Nathaniel as possible but that was not going to be the case for the original hybrid.

“Before you blame me for this Aunt Rebekah is in great danger and I’m one of the two people needed to save her.” Hope said to her father while walking into his room.

“What would I blame you for?” Klaus asked.

“Me!” Nathaniel answered as he too walked into Klaus room.

“How dare you go anywhere near my daughter.” Klaus shouted at him furious to see him again and even more furious to know he had spoken to Hope.

“Nice to see you too Niklaus.” Nathaniel responded.

Klaus began storming towards Nathaniel ready to attack only for Hope to stand in his way serving to annoy Klaus even more.

“You two can settle your ancient romantic history later but first we need to go get Aunt Rebekah before Nathaniel’s father does.” Hope snapped at them both before looking eye to eye with her father. “If I were you, I’d agree and nod so we can get to her quickly because every second counts.”

“Very well but once we’ve got Rebekah back, I promise to deliver you a death far worse than anything your father may have planned for you.” Klaus promised Nathaniel with a cold death stare making him now that was a promise he wouldn’t break.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun trying Niklaus but in case you haven’t worked out yet Mikaelson’s aren’t particularly good at killing me.” Nathaniel replied with a wicked smile.

“Fight later!” Hope shouted at them both before looking at Nathaniel. “Now how the hell are we going to get there?”

Nathaniel lifted his right hand in the air and within a wave of his hand he, Hope and Klaus disappeared within a puff of black smoke.

Bonnie found herself running out of the Helton woods constantly looking behind her as she ran only to be blind spotted when she found Augustus stood on the rundown road she had just made it to but not one to admit defeat lightly she began marching towards him with her hands out chanting in Croatian.

“I see you’re a mistress of nature bound to life,” Augustus said with a wicked smile as he began walking towards Bonnie. “You power feels familiar you’re a descendant of the witch who mothered my son.”

Augustus lifted his hand forcing Bonnie to fall to her knees while she continued to chant in Croatian.

“A very powerful family indeed you’re going to serve as quite the power up.” Augustus said while moving closer towards Bonnie who continued to chant in Croatian despite seeing no benefit to her chants. “It’s a shame you’re the last of your line but at the same time it’s probably for the best you’re not around for what’s to come.”

Rebekah vamp sped from behind Augustus instantly snapping his neck and throwing his body to the ground before helping Bonnie get back to her feet.

“I didn’t think you’d come back for me.” Bonnie admitted to her.

“You’re growing on me and in case you haven’t noticed friends are few and far between for me.” Rebekah replied with a smile as Bonnie responded with a smile before the two of them noticed Augustus’ neck beginning to crack itself back in place. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Hope, Nathaniel and Klaus appeared from out of thin air with a puff of black smoke arriving just in front of the Helton sign much to both Hope and Klaus’ shock who looked around to see where they now were having only minutes ago been in the compound and now knowing they were no longer in New Orleans.

“Okay you seriously need to teach me how to do that.” Hope eagerly said to Nathaniel.

“It’s a simple teleportation spell I had enchanted into this bracelet.” Nathaniel pulled up his sleeve to reveal the black rope. “It’s hardly luxury jewelry but it does it’s job and saves me chanting every time I want to go somewhere.”

“I’ve heard of astral projection spells in fact I master that at the age of 12 but I’m yet to uncover a teleportation spell.” Hope replied.

“In that case take mine until you learn the spell,” Nathaniel said as he untied the black rope from his wrist and tied it around Hope’s. “The trick is to picture the place in your head when you want to go somewhere. Also, if things get sticky here while your doing your spell you’ve got yourself a quick escape.”

“Enough with the magical bonding,” Klaus snapped at Nathaniel delivering him a disapproving glare “let’s get to retrieving my sister already.”

“Very well then Niklaus follow me.” Nathaniel replied as he started walking past the sign and into the ghost town.

“If you have any doubts about doing the spell, he asked of you then go now.” Klaus said to his daughter. “He can’t be trusted.”

“I’m beginning to think he can.” Hope replied before giving Klaus a hug and whispering in his ear. “He’s clearly still in love with you.”

Klaus and Nathaniel had walked for a few minutes and Hope and the Helton sign was now out of sight which gave Klaus the opportunity to finally get some questions answered with the two of them finally being alone for the first time in a thousand years.

“So, I have found myself wondering, were you ever going to tell me you were alive, or did you hope not to have to deal with me?” Klaus asked him eager for his question to be answered.

“Honestly I had hoped to never see your face again.” Nathaniel admitted before taking a sigh. “For your own safety and I suppose my own safety too.”

“Are you under some kind of illusion that I need any protection?” Klaus said while giving Nathaniel a sly smirk. “You clearly haven’t heard of my reputation.”

“I never understood why you wouldn’t leave with me all those years ago and I loathed you for choosing your family over me for a while until I was gifted with a family.” Nathaniel replied as the two of them continued walking. “Sure, Henrik is a lot of work, but he can’t help that.”

“Are you and Henrik…” Klaus questioned while stopping still, fearing his first love had fallen for another Mikaelson.

“He’s like a son to me you idiot that’s what happens when you resurrect a child from the grave and raise him to be a fully-grown monster.” Nathaniel snapped at Klaus making Klaus smile as he quickly began walking again to keep up with the witch. “It became pretty clear he couldn’t return to his family and I had none of my own, so we found each other.”

“You could’ve always come looking for us,” Klaus told him. “you could’ve come looking for me.”

“I did come looking once not too long after you had turned call me curious and you seemed to be perfectly fine without your brother.” Nathaniel revealed. “There was no point in adding more chaos to your lives by revealing a brother eager to kill you all.”

“Why didn’t you speak to us? If you came all the way to find us why make no contact?” Klaus quizzed as they stopped outside of Helton Hotel having reached the town centre.

“I made contact with one of you and I was informed you were all pretty happy without my interference.” Nathaniel replied as the two stopped walking and Nathaniel began looking around his beloved ghost town.

“Trust me happiness was something we never experienced back then.” Klaus responded as he too began looking around the ghost town.

“I believe her name was Aurora then there was a Katherine who was Tatia’s doppelganger and clearly preferred Elijah just like the Petrova before her. Years passed and you found love once again in Mystic Falls with an annoyingly adorable blonde named Caroline who definitely kept you on your toes before returning to New Orleans to pursue another blonde who wasn’t so adorable but somehow managed to understand the madness within your mind Cami, I believe she was called.” Nathaniel said in detail making it clear he’s been keeping tracks on his former love.

“Wow that’s quite the detailed account on my love life there.” Klaus responded with a laugh. “No wonder my daughter believes you’re obsessed with me.”

“Teenagers these days,” Nathaniel scoffed. “They believe in such nonsense.”

Before Klaus had a chance to respond to Nathaniel’s denial Rebekah vamp sped in front of them holding onto to Bonnie while doing so clearly both looking terrified.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing together?” Rebekah asked while continuing to hold Bonnie up.

“What the bloody hell happened to you?” Klaus asked Bonnie.

“Don’t tell me you…” Nathaniel began to say to Rebekah.

“I did yes.” Rebekah responded finishing Nathaniel’s sentence for him.

“And now he’s…” Nathaniel replied.

“Yes, and your worshipers are once again dead although more permanently this time.” Rebekah revealed.

Suddenly Augustus was the next to appear in front of all four of them within a puff of black smoke.

“That took a little more power than I thought it would.” Augustus said while shaking a little making it clear he wasn’t quite at full strength yet.

“Okay now is time for everyone to get out of here!” Nathaniel shouted while looking at his father with hatred in his eyes.

“Hello son.” Augustus replied with a wicked smile.

“We can help you.” Klaus told Nathaniel.

“Hope’s already helping me now get away while I hold him off.” Nathaniel snapped making them listen to him before Klaus grabbed a hold of Bonnie and him and Rebekah vamp sped out of sight.

“See I never would’ve let such power slip away you definitely don’t live up to the legacy I’ve created.” Augustus scolded him while walking towards his son.

“What legacy?” Nathaniel asked with a mocking laugh. “Nobody even knows our kind exists because you killed most of us. The only legacy you’ve created is being a terrible father.”

“Didn’t expect you to be as confident without any homemade friends protecting you.” Augustus replied.

“Yeah well I’m all powered up father.” Nathaniel responded before raising his hand and chanting in the dead Malus style language forcing Augustus to fall to his knees and begin letting out a series of agonizing screams.

“You’re not powerful enough to beat me you never have been!” Augustus shouted in between his series of screams.

“I don’t need to be powerful to beat you in fact the key to beating you lies in a realm with no power at all.” Nathaniel admitted before continuing to chant in the dead language.

Hope continued chanting in Croatian while holding out her hands clearly feeling the toll of the spell she was casting to enclose Helton from the rest of the world trapping those inside and cutting off magic to the enclosed ghost town as she was surprised by Rebekah and Klaus vamp speeding their way to her side while holding a clearly injured Bonnie up.

“Great everyone’s out now don’t disturb me while I continue to chant and save everyone’s ass.” Hope told them before continuing to chant in Croatian.

“We need to go back and get Nathaniel.” Rebekah stated.

“We can’t,” Bonnie said, “she’s cutting off Helton from the rest of the world and everybody inside the town too.”

“How the hell do you know that?” Klaus asked her.

“I’m a witch I recognize the spell.” Bonnie snapped at him.

Rebekah looked inwards to Helton before letting go of Bonnie making sure her brother had a good hold of her before doing so as Klaus noticed her stare and knew what she was about to do.

“Rebekah you can’t this spell will be finished at any minute.” Klaus warned her. “Rebekah I can’t lose you.”

“I’m sorry brother but I’ve already failed Nathaniel once before I cannot do it again.” Rebekah replied before vamp speeding away towards Helton and towards her friend.

“Rebekah!” Klaus screamed.

“Dad, don’t leave me!” Hope said in between chanting pleading with her father not to follow.

“Nobody’s leaving anyone Hope.” Klaus told her while attempting to hide his devastation as he feared the worst.

Nathaniel stood still gloating with a smug smile looking over his father’s unconscious body knowing he had finally bet his father knowing he had won, and Helton would be their prison for eternity.

“Well done but we should really get out of here no point of you being prisoner too.” Rebekah said after she vamp sped to stand next to him.

“Rebekah you shouldn’t be here.” Nathaniel warned her. “Hope’s spell will soon be finished you need to leave before it ends, or you’ll be trapped here forever too.”

“I’m not leaving without you.” Rebekah replied making herself clear. “I’m not leaving you not again.”

“I’m okay with this being my end.” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nathaniel you may have been alive for a thousand years but getting out of here and leaving him behind is your only true hope of actually getting to live.” Rebekah revealed to him.

“Okay,” Nathaniel said while looking around the town center of Helton before smiling at Rebekah. “Let’s get going.”

Rebekah took the opportunity not willing to waste any time and grabbed a hold of Nathaniel before vamp speeding out of sight heading the hell out of Helton.

Klaus stood there looking inwards to Helton while holding Bonnie up as his daughter Hope continued chanting in Croatian making giving her father a knowing look that signaled her spell was nearing an end.

“Come on Rebekah don’t you dare leave me!” Klaus shouted hoping for his sister’s return and deep down although he’d never admit it Nathaniel’s too.

A sudden gust of wind hit Hope, Klaus and Bonnie knocking them backwards on to the ground and leaving them all unconscious as the spell was complete as the graffiti-ed Helton sign disappeared from out of sight and with it the road to Helton being replaced by trees and forestry.

Rebekah vamp sped to the Welcome to Helton “Hell Town” holding onto Nathaniel only to stop at the sign as the two were left horrified to find nothing in front of them but trees and forestry

“No!” Rebekah screamed. “God damn it there must be somewhere out of here.”

“If the spell is complete then that means we’re not just trapped here but we’re trapped without magic.” Nathaniel revealed to a furious Rebekah. “No magic kind of means no escape.”

“Just for once I’d love to be daggered, hexed, poisoned, possessed or imprisoned.” Rebekah moaned as she spotted Augustus walking towards them from a distance. “At least we have something to torture while we wait for my family to save us.”

“You realize no magic means no vampire powers.” Nathaniel told her.

“I know which is going to make this so much more satisfying.” Rebekah responded with a wicked grin before walking towards Nathaniel.

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Sister of Darkness-History Repeating S1 E9

Summary Entire Work:  Elena has an older sister, her name is Parker Gilbert. Katherine had a cousin who’s name was Patience. Tatia had a cousin who was raised as her sister named Petra. But unlike the Doppelgangers they don’t just look identical, they are the same person reborn. Parker in all of her lives has had powers of the mind. Eventual a Kol/OC romance and many OC’s with almost everyone friendships

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15001889/chapters/38786990

History Repeating

Fell/Gilbert Residence

Parker sat in the living room looking around and deciding she had to go to work. Walking up the stairs Parker changed her clothes in her room quickly before heading back down the stairs. She took a long hard drink of bourbon. After that some of the buzzing went down, and she made her way to work, chewing gum to cover the smell of the bourbon as best as she could.

Mystic Falls High

Parker arrives in time to see Caroline stare longingly after Matt as he walks away, having only offered a basic greeting. With a small sigh Parker made her way to Caroline.

“Caroline! Wait up,” Parker called rushing to catch up to the blonde. “You doing okay? Need anything, girl talk? Boy talk? School talk? Remember anything you tell me is between us.”

“It’s nothing just friend drama, maybe a little bit of boy drama but that doesn’t matter.” Caroline replied before putting on a false cherry voice, “How are you doing? I noticed you weren’t at the party the other night.”

“Oh yeah, I had a pretty bad hangover. I’ve also been getting bad migraines and they aren’t helping when I get hungover very much.” Parker answered as close to the truth as she dared.

“Oh, well that sucks.” Caroline shrugged before heading off to her class.

Walking away and down the hallway Parker quickly said hello to a couple students before walking down the hall to see if her siblings were both there. Spying her sister walking into the history room Parker started her search for her brother. She spotted Jeremy exiting one of his later in the day classes with the teacher. Deciding it looked safe to ask what was up, she walked over to them saying hello.

"Hello Ms. Gilbert, your brother here was just asking about ways to bring his grades up." The science teacher said putting his hand on Jeremy's shoulder.

"That's good Jer, talking to all of your teachers. If he needs help I will do my best to help him out." Parker said earning a raised eyebrow form the teacher before adding, "Even if I am bad at the subject, I’m sure you remember some of my science exploits."

"I see your brother is in good hands, because even your science exploits though not always correct, were quite fascination. That will be due in two weeks." The teacher said going back into his classroom.

"Hey PG, how've you been haven't seen you in a while? Were you sick?" Jeremy asked as they started walking down the hallway.

"Yeah, at first we thought I might have just been hangover but of course me being me, it was worse. Random migraines that get better when drunk and hell of a lot worse when hungover." Parker said jokingly making Jeremy laugh. "I wasn't joking when I said if you needed help I would do it. I think I still have most of my notes from high school somewhere at the house anyway, mom never wanted me to toss them cause I might need them or some Shit."

"I don’t think you’re supposed to swear that much as a member of staff Parker, but thanks sis, see you later." Jeremy said walking off to his own class leaving Parker to walk to her office to go over her schedule and prep for any student or even faculty appointments.

Throughout the day Parker would have to take deep breaths and make herself stay and not run to the bathroom to vomit from the onslaught of the headaches. After about fifth period she could feel the effects strongly, the alcohol she’d drank before heading in having complete run out of her system. She started to feel tired and the buzzing would get stronger at random, so far she hadn’t managed to catch any thoughts throughout the day. Though on occasion she’d catch single words or word fragments, never entire thoughts.

At the end of the day Parker didn't waste any time rushing to her car, and heading home. Once back at the house she realized she’d left her phone there. Because as she walked into her room drinking straight from the bottle, there was a beeping coming from her phone that lay on the side table. Checking the phone, she saw that Jenna wanted her to meet her and Jeremy at the grill for dinner. Putting the bottle on her dresser she walked down stairs and outside breathing in the fresh air with a smile, the booze was doing its job.

Grill

Getting to the Grill parker saw Jeremy and Jenna sitting at a table, both already had food, and there was also food and a glass of bourbon already waiting there for her. Walking over to them she smiled sitting next to Jeremy and listening to Jenna talk.

"Well I can introduce," Jeremy said looking at Jenna.

"I have yet to meet the new history teacher, I heard he's way cooler than Jackass." Parker muttered the second half taking a drink and making Jenna and Jeremy smile.

"Yeah he is, told me he'd give me extra credit if I wrote a paper on something from the towns history."

"Well have you picked a topic?" Jenna asked.

"Well it has to be local and non-internet researched, so." Jeremy said looking at Jenna.

"Well that's easy, you've got all your dad's old stuff." Jenna said playing a pen.

"What stuff?" Jeremy asked looking at her.

"All the founding family stuff, it's all boxed up in the closet. Your dad really liked all that stuff." Jenna answered as Alaric moved by them.

"Mr. Saltzman." Jeremy said introducing him to his aunt and sister. As Alaric and Jenna looked at each other Parker and Jeremy gave each other knowing looks and smirked.

Gilbert Residence

A little while later Parker left and went to the family house and parked in time to see Bonnie rushing out of the house, but for a flash for a second she looked like someone else. Someone wearing clothing that defiantly didn’t belong in modern day Mystic Falls. One name suddenly came to Parkers mind as she got out of the car and ran toward her.

"EMILY," Parker yelled causing Bonnie's body to stop and turn around.

"I can't let him free them, I can't let the vampires be let out." Bonnie said coldly before leaving again.

"Damn it," Parker said running back to her car and thinking back to learning about the vampires.

Fell/Gilbert Residence

Back at her house Parker ran inside and went to the basement. Sara followed her looking worried.

"Park, what's wrong?" Sara asked as Parker started digging through boxes.

"In 1864 twenty-seven vampires where killed, I need to know that location." Parker said ripping through box after box.

"Why, Parker? What about you, if you come in contact with to many people what will happen to you." Sara asked picking up the boxes that Parker threw.

"I went to work at the school and then the Grill, I ignored the buzzing. Booze appears to help dull the buzzing. But I don’t matter this might be matter of life or death." Parker said before pulling out a book with a smile.

"What's that?" Sara asked as Parker started flipping through the pages.

"A journal written by non-other than Emily Bennett herself, it was in case something ever happened to her grimoire." Parker explained before finding the page on the twenty-seven vampires. "And now I know where I have to go."

Parker handed the book to Sara before she ran up the stairs and out to her car. Her mind felt too weak to astral-project anywhere, especially since she couldn’t manage it last night when Shelia tried to have her do it. She needed to hurry before the alcohol quit working. Driving

Fells Church

Parker could feel the buzzing had lessened as she got farther and farther away from the town. Driving into the woods Parker parked her car before running to where she could see Damon talk to Emily/Bonnie.

“Emily” Parker yelled running, she was sent back just as Damon was thrown into a tree and impaled on it.

“Fucking hell Emily, what are you doing?” Parker asked pulling herself back to her feet.

“I won’t let him bring them back,” Emily answered continuing with prepping her spell.

“Who the fuck did you save 145 years ago?” Parker yelled just as Stefan and Elena arrived, Stefan pulled Damon off the tree.

Parker watched as the Salvatore’s and Emily rehashed an argument they probably should have had 145 years ago, completely ignoring her sister who was watching her best friend be possessed by her dead ancestor. Parker watched as the circle ignited into flames, a part of her wanting to watch the world go up like that. She didn’t move or do anything as Bonnie was attacked by Damon, just watched as Stefan pulled him away from her.

Without looking at her sister or Bonnie Parker walked farther into the woods, following the direction that Damon had gone. Her little sister having sent a hurt look her way briefly, she simply ignored it. She followed after the vampire who just lost what he thought to be the only way to get the woman he was in love with back.