#you take the witch out of massachusetts but you can't take the massachusetts out of the witch

[timelessbian]

fuck it, in honor of the 106th anniversary of the boston molasses flood, pls enjoy my hyperspecific new englander/masshole agatha harkness headcanons:

obviously she did the molasses flood, you cannot change my mind on that one

i just KNOW she's a menace behind the wheel of a car to an extreme degree

her last time in boston she successfully stole a penguin from the aquarium just to see if she could. she released it in the middle of a field trip group for maximum chaos.

she would absolutely fuck up a fluffernutter

and on that note, she absolutely buys the big 16oz tubs of fluff that you can only get at the regional chains here like a market basket or a big y bc the little screw top jars are for pussies. (teen finds it in her kitchen when he's making snacks for the coven and is frankly a little horrified. alice and lilia are immediately sold on it.)

she did the gardner museum heist

while she did adapt to salem village being renamed danvers pretty quickly, she still 100% calls modern salem 'salem town'

on that, she spent an entire summer once scamming tourists in salem by giving her version of witch tours that were mostly just her going around to the historical buildings and artifacts they moved in from danvers and bitching about the assholes she used to know there.

still calls mini bottles of alcohol 'nips' bc she thinks it's funny

was so checked out during the revolution that she cannot tell you anything about the founding fathers or the war itself, but she can tell you which of their wives were good in bed (canon witch abigail adams was definitely one for the books)

[purplestanleypinkblanket]

A Witch Hunt, Moonlit Solace (1):

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: M (16+)

Summary: While on a witch hunt, you and the boys unknowingly walk yourselves into a trap. A trap that opens up old feelings you have long tried to forget.

Warnings: Minor mentions of violence and blood, supernatural elements (aka witches and hex bags), mild language, heavy angst, mild unwanted physical contact (witch taunting the reader), Implied childhood trauma (is only in the final sentence but will be marked a different color and font, as well as will have a warning leading up to it. Implied childhood trauma is spoken about 'being that little girl again' and 'feeling alone'.) Reader experiences illness. Cliff hanger!

Genre: Supernatural, action, slow burn, hurt/comfort (in a sense), angst.

Word Count: 2,923

Master list: Coming Soon!

"Find anything?" Your voice echoed in the bunker's library as you leaned over Dean's shoulder, eyes on the laptop screen. One of your hands rested on the back of his chair while the other was on the table, both supporting your weight.

Dean glanced up at you, unable to keep his eyes on you for long after your last encounter in the garage. It wasn't an awkward moment, so why did he feel so...vulnerable...looking at you now?

"Yea. Some people went missing in Salem, Massachusetts. Looks like it could be worth taking a look at." His voice was slightly rough, well, rougher than usual. Dean lifted his hand off the laptop, bringing it to run over his lower face, thumb trailing his jaw.

"Sounds like you found us a job, Dean." You smiled brightly, relieved for a reason to leave the bunker. It had been a few weeks since the vampire hunt and your itch to see something other than the same damn walls was coming back.

"I don't know if you should come this time." Dean spoke up, sighing as he leaned into the chair, his back pressing against your hand.

"Wait, what?" Your eyebrows rose in surprise, had you heard him, right? He didn't want you to come? You had been with them for almost three years! Sure, it wasn't until recently that you had taken up the stabbing side of hunting, but you worked hard to be helpful!

Dean looked up at you, a frown falling on his lips. As if he could sense every single thought in your head, he spoke, "You just haven't been in-the-field hunting for very long, sweetheart." He lied, hoping his excuse was enough to mask the concern he felt. Dean couldn't just tell you that he suspected witches to be the perpetrators in Salem. Or that everyone disappearing were women who had similar features to you. He didn't need you to stress, to worry, or worse- to insist on coming even more so. You had always been so protective of others in your gender group. Dean could remember the day a man was hitting on a woman who wasn't the least bit interested in a bar you lot were at. He had never seen you rise into action faster than that moment; your fist met the man's face before Dean could even blink.

"Dean." Your serious voice broke him from his trance, "I don't give a flying fuck whether or not I've been in the field long. If people need help, I want to be there." A mutual, unspoken need to look out for the other passed between you. God, your stubbornness frustrated him. Despite how much it aggravated him, it was also endearing. You stuck up for what you believed in. That was something he admired about you.

"We don't even know for sure what we're hunting." Dean countered.

"Do you have any ideas?" You argued back, arms crossing over your torso as you stood strong.

Dean scowled softly at you, a look you returned instantly. A beat passed between you, a silent battle raging. Non verbalized words floated between the two of you.

'You're not coming,' he adamantly straightened his shoulders.

‘Yes I am. You can't stop me.' Rising to his challenge, you also straightened your shoulders, eye’s narrowing.

'Wanna test that theory?' You watched as his eyebrow lifted in the corner just slightly, a small cue to the deep rooted determination he felt. 

Finally, Dean let out an exasperated huff. "Damn it, fine. Just don't do anything stupid, got it? Don't be a hero." A beaming smile crept onto your face at his surrender, it wasn't every day you won an argument against Dean. With a victorious stance, you eagerly leaned down and pressed a thoughtless peck to his face. You knew he didn't want you to come but, boy, were you glad you could. Perhaps you did it because you wanted to cheer him up, to show him appreciation. Or, maybe, it was because of the bad feeling burrowing itself deep into your gut. All too suddenly, you were fully aware of your lips pressed to his cheek. You were aware of how delicate the action was, how your eyes had fluttered for a split second at the contact. Your eyes widened as you froze, you wanted to pull away, you were desperate to. Your face paled just before the storm, humiliation filling you. 

Pulling away far too quickly than you should've, you brought your hand to your lips. Desperate to say anything, to relieve the suddenly uncomfortable awkwardness you felt, you started to speak.

"I...."

Your face burned red hot- a dead giveaway to the deadly embarrassment flooding you. Why on earth would you kiss him?! Why make it awkward! Why wasn't he responding? You watched his jaw clench slightly, the bones of it flexing and unflexing. Dean wasn't moving, his gaze focused ahead. Oh god, what if he tried to talk to you about it? You could only dread the possibilities. With a stutter, you ushered a quick apology, racing towards the stairs in an attempt to escape the situation. Despite having reached the top of the stairs, you paused, looking back at him for a split second, waiting- no, welcoming him to say something. When he didn't speak, or even move, you left.

Dean hadn't untensed from your touch until after you were gone, his face pale as his mind wracked any form of connotation behind the kiss. He wished you had stayed longer and had given him a chance to speak. He wanted to explain why he tensed under you. He wanted to tell you that he was terrified to move only to find out you weren't there. He wanted the kiss to mean more but he found himself scared of that. Dean was petrified of caring for you, and you getting hurt because of it…of him. He looked towards the stairs you had raced up, a frown on his lips. If he had moved, had leaned into the kiss, had grabbed you before you could leave; would you have stayed? Deep down, Dean wanted you to come back, to tell him what it meant.

The only sound in the quiet drive to Salem was Sam. You and Dean had avoided each other for the last few hours, trying to hide from the awkwardness from earlier. 

"All women victims, none have been found..." His voice drowned on, just becoming another distant sound as you stared out the window.

Pain.

Searing, red-hot pain filled your limbs.

You looked down at your shaking hand. Before your eyes, claws sprouted from your nails. Jagged, desperate pleading fell from your lips but all that all that came out was an angry, pained roar.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dean's hands shaking your shoulders brought you back to reality, "You alright?"

"I..." Your gaze was frantic as you looked around, eyes finally landing on Sam and Dean. They had opened the door you sat next to; Dean was leaning inside while Sam peaked in. Concern was evident on both of their faces. "Yea, yea, I'm fine. Sorry." You murmured, shaking your head to get the delusions off your mind. The lingering stretching pain in your limbs continued to haunt you. "Just...spaced out there for a second." You shrugged, grasping Dean's hand as he helped you out of the car. Looking around, you immediately noticed all the small mom and pop shops filled with gothic or Victorian style elements. The town really seemed to embrace they're witch-rich history.

"I'll go get us a room." Sam spoke up after a beat, his eyes moving between you and Dean who still held onto your hand. You glanced at Sam, nodding. You remained silent; your mind still focused on what you had felt in the car.

Pain.

Soul-breaking pain. Your limbs cracked and snapped every which way, followed by a howl of pain each time.

"Hey," Dean called out to you, voice soft and low. His thumb trailed over the back of your hand, grazing along your knuckles. The action was simple enough, but it was exactly what you needed to return to the moment. The warmth of his skin was the perfect reassurance, the comfort of having him so close seemed to soothe the tremble of your fingers. "What's going on?" He asked, concern evident.

"I don't know." You confided, free hand finding your head. "But my head aches like hell." Dean frowned softly, pressing the back of his hand and knuckles to your forehead.

"You're super pale, and sweaty." He observed, brows knitted together as he wiped your sweat off onto your hoodie. Dean kept your hands together, savoring the feeling of your skin against him. He hated the circumstances that surrounded it though, he hated knowing you only let him do so because you needed the comfort.

"Yea, I feel like my body's stretching past its limits." You admitted, voice shaky.

"Why don't you stay in tonight?" Dean offered in a demanding tone. It wasn't a choice he was giving you, even if it was phrased as one.

Instantly, you shook your head, "No. I'll be fine, I just need to eat something, I think." You argued, eyes watching his jaw clench in reluctance. "Really, Dean. I'll be fine." You pleaded with him, hand tightening around his. You watched the internal struggle behind his green eyes. On one hand, he wanted to be able to keep an eye on you. Dean wanted to make sure you were fine, and he couldn't do that if you were in the hotel room. However, he was also worried about you. You were acting odd, spaced out. Like your mind was in a hundred different places but nowhere all at once. He wanted you to rest, to get better.

"We both know if you don't let me come with you and Sam, I'll just wander about by myself." You informed him, as if you could read every thought in his mind.

With a sigh, he finally relented, "Fine but you're staying in the car." He watched your grateful smile form, his hand squeezing yours slightly. He was happy you were smiling, proud even. Although, as the evening went on, Dean couldn't help but wonder if the price was really worth it.

You had been getting worse by the hour. You grew paler, face sickly, your limbs ached and burned more by the minute. Your hair had begun to stick to your face from sweat despite the freezing temperature of your body. Every time Sam and Dean returned to the car, Dean instantly noticed the slight differences in you. You no longer asked about how their questioning went. You never even noticed they were back in the car until the doors slammed.

"Sweetheart." Dean called out to you, snapping you from your trance. The look of concern on his face spoke volumes. Guilt swarmed you, you didn't want to be another burden- another issue. Not when all these women were going missing.

"They tell you anything?" You flashed a sweet smile that failed to reach your sunken eyes.

"Yea, they told us a lot. It's bigger than we thought." Sam added, "Maybe we should check in for the night. It's pretty late anyway." It was late? Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you looked out the window, it was practically night.

"When...?" You started, startled by the sudden time shift. It felt like it was daytime not even five minutes ago. The cobblestone streets and iron decorative light posts added an eerie feeling to the neighborhood. Dean began the drive back to the motel, casting occasional looks at you through the rearview mirror. He hoped that if he stared long enough then the answer of what is plaguing you would be revealed.

Sam's voice filled the silence as he told you about what they discovered, "Supposedly, these women had started acting weird before they disappeared. They would start to look super sick. Stopped showing up to work, constantly talked about their limbs hurting." Sam shared a look with Dean, both of them clearly disliking how similar the experiences sounded to yours.

"Aint I flattered." You grumbled; voice hoarse. "So, who did it? Some kind of siren? Maybe a dragon?" You listed off the first creatures that came to your mind.

"It's a witch. We found hex bags in the victim's purses." Dean sighed.

The car fell silent as Dean parked at the motel.

"Hex bags...?" You frowned.

"Hex bags." Dean echoed, and, with sudden determination, hopped out of the impala as he strode towards the room.

"Dean?" Sam called out; voice filled with confusion. You shared a glance with Sam, brows furrowed, before you both clambered out of the car and raced to follow him. The door to the motel room was wide open and Dean was inside, your bag in his hands as he tossed your clothing and essentials out.

"Dean!" You gasped, racing forward to stop him. "What the hell are you doing?!" You demanded.

After a few minutes of trying to wrestle your bag from Dean's ripping grip, he pulled out a small hex bag.

"That's it. We're leaving." He adamantly decided. "Sammy, back our shit up in the car. I'll go pay the receptionist." Before either of you could interject, Dean was already out the door. You and Sam shared a look, confusion and concern evident. You cast your gaze down, staring at the hex bag that Dean had thrown aside angrily.

"Sam-..." You started, voice pleading. Women were going missing here, and maybe using this situation to your advantage could help you save those who had yet to fall target.

"Dean's right." Sam voiced; lips pursed with concern. On one hand, he wanted to help prevent other women from becoming victims. But on the other hand, he refused to let you sacrifice yourself. He and Dean had lost so much to the hunting life, and he refused to let you be another name on the list. He wouldn't do that to Dean, he couldn't. Gathering his and Dean's bags, Sam turned to you. "Look, I'm going to put these in the car, then we'll wait for Dean to get back. We'll find a way to fix whatever is going on." His tone was filled with a promise to you. You nodded, guilt and relief wracked your system as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone. You wanted to help these people, wanted to stop whatever was happening to them. Yet, you couldn't deny the relief you felt at the idea of leaving the town haunting you.

It had been almost fifteen minutes since Sam and Dean had left the room. You expected at least Sam to be back by now. With protective hesitance, you stepped outside the room. Cold night nipped your skin as you looked around the parking lot, no sign of Sam near the impala.

"Sam?" You called out, voice holding a strength you currently didn't have.

No response.

Looking around, you stepped towards the impala. "Sam...?"

Still nothing.

Sucking in an ice-cold breath, you frantically looked around, "Dean?" Any strength in your voice was gone when Dean hadn't responded. You could feel your heart pick up its pace as you moved towards the main area that the front desk resided in. Stepping inside, you noticed just how trashed the room was, as if a fight had occurred. Papers and utensils were scattered, chairs flipped and torn. Blood coated the walls and wood lined floor in inconsistent splotches. You knew Dean wasn't here, but that didn't stop the frantic call of your voice. "Dean, please." You stepped into the room more, hand reaching for the small silver pocket knife in your jeans. "I swear to fucking god, Winchester..."

"I don't think God would take too kindly to that." Someone interrupted you. The voice was cold, icy. Whipping around, your eyes landed and a brunette witch with pale eyes, a grin on her lips. Her presence was overwhelming. Just her stare made you want to run away and cry for your mommy. Standing straight, you pulled out your silver pocket knife, arming yourself.

"What in hell did you do to him?" You growled out, prepared to fight. "Tell me or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Pretty me to death?" The witch taunted. You stepped towards her, suddenly aware of how sluggish your body was. How exhaustion wracked you. With determination, you continued to move towards her despite your failing body. Your jaw clenched when you found yourself stumbling to your knees in front of her, blade falling from your hand. The ache in your limbs was overpowering, and your eyes felt as if they hadn't found solace in sleep for almost a year. "You fought pretty damn well." The witch pointed out, patting your head as if you were a new trophy, "Lasted far longer than the others. And you're still going!" She laughed. "Yes, you'll do nicely."

Darkness closed in around you as you fell to the floor, no longer able to fight back whatever charm she had put on you. You felt alone, scared. Dean wasn't there, he wasn't there to take your hand, to call you sweetheart. Sam wasn't there to tell you lighthearted stories that humiliated his brother.

(Warning: Implied childhood trauma)

It all came crashing to you how alone you truly were right now. How you hadn't felt this alone since... A sob wracked your body.

Just like that, you were the little girl you tried so hard to leave behind. 

[robin-evry]

Can I request a Salem Witch Yuu? I mean like witches during the Middle Ages how women were accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake. Whether Yuu is actually a witch or not depends on you

Sure, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 🧹🌳

The Salem witch trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693. More than 200 people were accused. Thirty people were found guilty, nineteen of whom were executed by hanging (fourteen women and five men). One other man, Giles Corey, died under torture after refusing to enter a plea, and at least five people died in the disease-ridden jails.

( English is not my first language )

Day 4 : Salem witch!yuu

Okay, I imagine Salem witch!yuu come from a family of witches, but never have the chance to learn about magic due to her family making seems like a curse rather than a gift but their mother teaches them a little magic. At the age of 9 years old their mother was caught using magic to heal their sibling and was sentenced to death by burn in a stake and they had to watch it, and Their father died from an illness. And 3 months later their sibling has died and succumb to starvation.

At the age of 15 they were caught and were tried to be hung, before their last breath a black carriage appeared and everything turned to black. They soon wake up in twisted wonderland at the entrance ceremony. When they see grim, they immediately bolted from the mirror room... And shouting devil, devil, devil

After Crowley managed to calm them down, Crowley explained everything to them. He noticed something weird towards Salem witch!yuu they are thinner than any student, eye bags and there are some red marks from the rope that was hanging them.

The ghost in ramshackle takes pity for the Salem witch! yuu, during the first time they tried food. They literally cried In front of Crowley admitting they rarely ate as well never having anything this delicious before.

Salem witch!yuu is pretty thin and underweight, what's more noticeable about part of them is the scars that the rope left of them, for them this scar is symbolic meaning that they can't escape their past and that will always follow them.

Salem witch!yuu hates magic seeing it as the root of their problems as well a curse that leads into the death of their family members. Originally everyone thought that they were magic less because they never once sense or see any magic come out of them until during riddle overblot where they hit riddle with a magic.

As well I believe they will be paranoid af, and they will easily apologize to people. Afraid of doing something wrong or making a mistake. Or Salem witch!yuu would be pretty nihilistic, like how ironic that the people unable to use magic seemingly look down upon by the world.

Ace and deuce are the very first person they manage to warm up a bit. Salem witch!yuu would be literally afraid of malleus literally screaming and calling him the devil, when malleus asked why they would do that and Lilia responded by saying that they must suffer a lot. So basically when Lilia appears he immediately sees the Salem witch!yuu scars and felt pity over them.

Salem witch!yuu would definitely be clueless how to use magic. Because during the time their lives cameras weren't a thing.

Salem witch!yuu come from a family of magic users but instead of being praised their family members were sentenced to death by hanging or fire, they use a wooden staff that is similar to what fern use from fieren : beyond friend journey anime, but usually after school Salem witch!yuu learn some basic magic from Crowley.

They also might have a phobia of fires due to their mothers and her scream still ringing in her ears. At night grim would wake from Salem witch! Yuu was crying in their sleep having dreams about their family. And he will always be there to comfort them.

Sorry if this was inaccurate or lack of understanding. or short

[the-lonelybarricade]

A collection of scary, thrilling, monster, or otherwise halloween themed feysand fics to help you get into the spooky mood!

All fics are arbitrarily rated on a scale of 1-5 👻's in terms of intensity / wickedness / spookiness!

SFW

Modern:

A trail of pomegranate seeds by @msfeyredarling - Feyre and Rhys (strangers at the time) both go to the same Halloween party and they realize their costumes match (👻- adorable meet cute!)

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie by @a-courtofdreams - Feyre is preparing for a scary movie night when she gets a series of phone calls from a stranger with a question. (👻👻👻👻👻 - spooky thriller!)

Halloween Costume by @reverie-tales - Feyre wants to do a couple costume with Rhys but he refuses. He doesn't like to dress up, he never really did. So Feyre asks Cassian instead. (👻 - pure fluff!)

Scaring is Caring by @the-lonelybarricade - A few drinks into reluctantly being dragged out of the house to celebrate Halloween, Mor suggests they go to a haunted house. But things don't exactly go according to plan. (👻 - unconventional meet cute)

Please Be more Carveful by @live-the-fangirl-life - After a disastrous pumpkin carving incident, Feyre's case becomes the latest in a string of Halloween-related incidents at Rhys' hospital. (👻- feysand fluff and sexy dr. Rhys)

trick or treat by @quakeriders - The next photo took her breath away. She was dressed like a witch. Eight years old, holding onto a broom like her life depended on it and scowling at a nine year old boy, who was wearing a huge pair of bat wings and grinned down at her mischievously. (👻- fluffy childhood friends AU)

Halloween by queenarcheron - Rhysand and Feyre watch a scary movie together (👻 - Illyrian baby needs his big strong girlfriend to protect him)

Are You Scared by AcrossASeaOfStars - Rhysand decides to invite all his friends to go to Velaris's most haunted house. The group decide to take bets on who will need to tap out and who won't be scared at all. (👻 - light hearted fun with the acotar gang!)

Every Vandal for Themself by @elentiyawhitethorn - Cassian Illyrian and Morrigan Hewn. Flirts, party-goers, best friends, roommates, and most importantly, remorseless pranksters. Feyre, Lucien, and Azriel, all victims of their Halloween pranks, decide they need to get revenge. (👻 - whats a little Halloween prank between friends?)

Canon:

Foreshadowing by absurdvampmuse - It was All Hallows’ Eve & the invite from the Night Court was heavy with cordial words & adornments. Feyre played on the image Tamlin had of her, even took him into consideration when coming up with her costume. Though she was truly going for him: Rhysand. (👻 - spooky fluff that will put you in your early acomaf feels)

The Cookie Monster by wingsofanillyrian -Rhys and Feyre hear a bump in the night... (👻- the most adorable midnight haunting)

A Court of Thorns and Roses Halloween by @bookofmirth - A set of prompts received on tumblr, specifically for Halloween. Some are fluffy, while many are creepy and/or gory. (👻👻👻👻 - readers beware, you're in for a scare!)

Down the Water Well by @the-lonelybarricade - Never go near the water well. For eleven years, Feyre obeyed her mother’s command. Except now, she was standing on the edge of that barren circle, staring at the stone well at the top of the hill. (👻👻👻 - whatever it is can't be that bad... right?)

Monster/AU:

Till Death Do Us Part by @the-lonelybarricade - Feyre makes a deal with the Grimm Reaper for a second chance at life... as his bride (👻 - fluffy slice of life)

Howling Moon by @writtenonreceipts - There is a dark spirit taunting the wolves of Velaris and only one witch that can stop it. (👻👻 - super fun urban fantasy mystery!)

Turn Your Ghosts Into Mine by @separatist-apologist and @highladydawn - The Archeron women have been considered witches in their little Massachusetts town of Velaris for centuries and Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are no exceptions. After witnessing a love spell gone horribly wrong, the three young girls create a spell for their perfect man, vowing they will not love until they meet this man. (👻👻 - the Archeron sisters have never looked sexier than when they were covering up a murder)

Accidentally In Love by @shallyne - Feyre likes her life as a witch. She's living in a cute cottage and makes potions, her best friend is visiting her all the time. But one day, her friend accidentally sips from her love potion and Feyre has to keep an eye on him (👻 - What if I slipped you a love potion and we kissed a little? jkjk... unless?)

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You by @amusedowl - Feysand Angst set in an Apocalyse au (👻👻 - you're going to need tissues for this one, but you can turn them into spooky ghosts after!)

Crimson Starlight by @asnowfern - Vampire Rhys and human Feyre falling in love in 1880s Paris. (👻 - a STUNNING fic that perfectly captures the victorian gothic aesthetic)

Chasing Tails by runningwater - The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key from around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. (👻- cat-shifter regency AU? Say less)

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NSFW

Modern:

Confessed Sins and Ripped Stockings by vxlkyrie7 - Feyre attends a halloween party and goes home with an unfairly gorgeous priest (👻 - spooky spice!)

Is There A Word For Bad Miracle by @separatist-apologist - That time Rhys stumbled on Feyre committing a murder and decided he had to have her (👻👻 - who says murder doesn't count as foreplay?)

Scream for me darling by Nighttriumphant - A modern AU of Feyre fulfilling her scream fantasy (👻👻👻 - consensual but filthy!)

Guilty As Sin by @separatist-apologist - Rhys has been watching Feyre Archeron for a long time. Thinking about what he'd do if he ever had her. How he'd keep her. And now he has her. (👻👻👻👻👻 - if he's a dangerous serial killer then why is he so husband shaped?)

Canon:

Would You Like Me On My Knees? by @starfall-spirit -  Angered by her deception, Rhys sends Feyre home, freeing her from their marriage and bargain made Under the Mountain, all too soon finding that to be the worst mistake he's made in five centuries. (👻👻 - mean beast!Rhys makes an appearance in this Silver-Tongued Bride offshoot!)

Five Times the Beast Was Subdued (and the One Time It Wasn't) by @the-lonelybarricade - A short chronical of canon moments Rhys grappled with his 'baser side' and the one time Feyre coaxed it out to play. (👻 - beast!Rhys only wants one thing and it's to please his wife)

Bejeweled by @thesistersarcheron - Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines dripping in ceremonial jewels while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him. (👻 - to shreds you say?)

As the World Falls Down by @thesistersarcheron - Sometimes in the dead of night on the way to the kitchen for a glass of water, I see an extra door in the hallway, black and imposing. (👻👻👻 - what happens when Feyre never slays the wolf and faerie has to come to her instead 👀)

Poltergeist Darling by @thesistersarcheron - What would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain? ( 👻👻 - a spooky, sexy, gothic romance perfect for Halloween!)

Come Away O Human Child by @amnevitahwritesstuff -People disappear all the time. Or.. The fae come to our world to kidnap humanity and Feyre finds herself snatched up like all the others. (👻👻👻👻👻 - oh, to be kidnapped by an evil sexy faerie)

let me wrap my teeth around the world by @whatishowedyouinthedark - As if it wasn’t enough that the nightmares following her time Under the Mountain leave her shivering and rushing to the bathroom to retch; wasn’t enough to have suffered night after night from the continued torment, to relive the horrors she’d witnessed—that she’d done. Wasn't enough that she hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep in what feels like a lifetime. No, it’s the other dreams she is plagued with that are truly driving her mad. (👻👻👻👻👻 - wicked and delicious)

Unholy by @whatishowedyouinthedark - ‘If you are so inclined to play these games, girl, then I suppose you won’t mind if I let my dear friend here play with you.’ Feyre flinches at the memory of the Attor’s beating, but that isn't where Amarantha’s line of sight has gone when after a long, pregnant pause she glances up. It’s trained right next to her. On Rhysand. (👻👻👻👻👻- Daddy is VERY mean)

Monster/AU:

Be a Doll, Darling by @the-lonelybarricade - using an old spellbook from a novelty shop, Feyre acid

entally brings her sex doll to life (👻👻👻 - laughs in scared and horny)

Bite Me, Prick by @elentiyawhitethorn - modern vampire au with Feysand, where her blood is not only tasty but an aphrodisiac (👻 - sexy, laid back vampire just wants a little nibble? Go ahead, sir)

Violent Delights by @the-lonelybarricade - There were three rules that must be followed in the home of Viscount Rhysand. One: All staff were forbidden from looking at his lordship directly. Two: All windows were to stay nailed shut, and all drapes pulled over them lest any light creep through the boards. And the third and strangest rule of the castle: All female staff were forbidden from leaving their quarters during their monthly bleed. (👻👻 - he-he's going to put his mouth WHERE!?)

Enchanted, Enthralled by @popjunkie42 - On a cold autumn night in Velaris, Feyre comes across a beautiful gift in her studio. But as a painting takes on a terrifying life of its own, Feyre begins to realize that not all is well. The question is: how long will her mate and friends take to notice, and will it be too late? (👻👻 - sometimes a girl deserves to have her wicked way with her mate)

Invisible Thread by @a-courtofdreams - Prythian is transformed into a modern-day city where Feyre is a witch out of touch with her powers and Rhys is a powerful vampire. When Rhys recognizes Feyre as his mate, the timing is not ideal but he has to know her. Feyre is equally drawn to the handsome vampire who makes her feel alive and encourages her to find herself and her magic again. As outside forces threaten to tear them apart, will their fated bond be enough to keep the evil at bay? (👻 - urban fantasy / discovery of witches meets charmed)

The Creature of Nótt by @msfeyredarling - Raven-black locks, golden brown skin and eyes of the deepest blue made up the beautiful man, the most beautiful she had ever seen. Only he wasn’t a man. He was the creature her village was so frightened of. (👻👻👻 - if big, scary monster, why pretty shaped?)

Pretty Little Witch by @abraxos-and-ataraxia - Feyre wants to know what creature her sister is summoning in the basement. Little does she know, the Demon Prince is curious, as well. (👻👻👻👻👻 - if the big mean prince of hell likes to play rough with his toys, I volunteer next)

The Music of the Night by @the-lonelybarricade - It's Feyre's first year as an elligible maiden for the village reaping. In order to escape the chance of being chosen, Feyre rushes into a marriage with Lord Tamlin. She is terrified on her wedding night, but foruntately she is spared from consumating her marriage when she is pulled into a strange, erotic dream with an enchanting creature. (👻👻 - night unfurled its splendor alright)

I'd Rather Be a Real Nightmare by @separatist-apologist - A warning scream in the night sends Feyre running through the forest, straight into the waiting arms of the God Of Nightmares. (👻👻👻👻👻 - throne sex with an extra dash of dark!Rhys)

No Slow Dancing in the Dark by @iambutmortal - Feyre will do anything to get out of the Spring Court, including make a deal with the God of Night. Rhys is willing to do whatever it takes to make her his. (👻👻👻👻 - hi hello is this the Night Court? I'd also like to take that deal please)

Tell Me I'm a Wreck by @separatist-apologist - Feyre Archeron needs to travel the woods between her village and her grandmothers house to find out what happened to her missing eldest sister. Rhysand is waiting between the trees. (👻👻👻👻 - this one had my heart going pitter patter)

Meet Me In the Woods by @labellefleur-sauvage - Returning to the ancient forests surrounding his ancestral home in the Scottish highlands, Rhys quickly discovers how the hunter becomes the hunted when a bloodthirsty Scottish faerie turns her ravenous sights on him. (👻👻👻👻 - even Rhys agress that monster!Feyre just hits different)

High Tide Came And Brought You In by @separatist-apologist -Desperate to escape her impending marriage, Feyre throws herself from a cliffside. Anything is better than what's waiting for her. Even the monster hiding in the waves. (👻👻👻 - Maybe the deep dark ocean isn't so scary afterall?)

Bound For More by starry_soul - Feyre knew the moment she was chosen as that year’s offering that her life was over. What she did not expect was to feel such pleasure before death. (👻👻👻- sign me up for the next vilalge sacrifice please)

To Tango With the Devil by @iambutmortal - For two years, Feyre’s been obsessed with the demon statue in the church. It haunts her dreams, even on the eve of her wedding. To bad the statue’s just as obsessed with her. (👻👻 - peak "that's my wife" at first sight energy)

Crimson Moon by @velidewrites - A messy breakup forces 20 year old Feyre Archeron back to her old hometown of Forks, Washington—back to the life she thought she'd left behind. What she doesn't know, though, is that Forks has changed in her absence, its blue-tinted fog stained by fresh, crimson blood. Luckily, Feyre is ready to join the hunt. (👻 - this is the skin of a killer, Feyre)

The Prison by @amnevitahwritesstuff - In which Feyre is sentenced to life on The Prison, an island where only the worst criminals are left to rot, only to discover that there’s something far darker and stranger than her fellow criminals trapped on this island. (👻👻👻👻 - oh no I'm trapped on a scary prison island, it'd be a shame if a spooky poltergeist decided to make me his wife!)

King of Hell by @shadowisles-writes - When an earthquake shakes her house, the shelves in Feyre's basement fall apart to reveal a hidden door. The stairs lead down, down, down deep into a world she doesn't recognize. Rhysand is waiting for her there, ready to trap her and turn her into the perfect little pet. (👻👻👻👻👻- extremely non consensual kidnapping, sex, somnophilia, bondage and knife play)

[toodleoorblx]

Natural Order

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 3,016

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Summary: An argument, a dance, and Evanora screwing things up.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - /?

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse.

A/N: Chapter 3 for Fractured Persona is probably gonna be ready in a few days. This wasn't supposed to be this long of a chapter but oh well.

Enjoy toodles <3

Chapter 5

Salem, Massachusetts 1693

Agatha spent hours with Rio, just talking about everything and anything. She feels like she can't talk to Rio about anything and she’ll listen. Even if she doesn’t understand, she will listen anyway. That means a lot to Agatha. She went home happily that night, practically glowing and vibrating with contentment and happiness. The last thing Agatha did before she left was invite Rio to her mother’s council event.

—

“Rio… can I ask you something?” Agatha's voice wavers with nervousness. They sit together in front of a towering tree, Rio leaning against its trunk while Agatha sits, her back facing Rio. Absentmindedly, Agatha pets the small rabbit nestled in her lap.

Rio gently braids Agatha's hair, weaving flora and fern into each plait with skillful fingers. Agatha keeps her eyes closed, relishing the sensation of her hair being tended to. It's a comforting moment, one she hasn't experienced in a long time. Alice doesn’t know how to braid, and Margaret's attempts always end in knots. Her thoughts drift to her mother, and she swallows the pang of longing in her chest.

“You can ask me anything, little Iris,” Rio says softly, her voice carrying a warmth that soothes Agatha's nerves.

Agatha fidgets with the hem of her dress, her nerves palpable in the air. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “My coven is hosting this year's Witch’s Council ball, and its theme is masquerade. I was just wondering…” Her voice trails off into a hesitant whisper.

Rio's fingers pause in their task of adorning Agatha's hair with flowers. She tilts her head, a smile playing on her lips. “Are you asking me to accompany you to the ball?”

Agatha nods, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Rio's smile widens, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’d love to, Agatha.” Relief floods through Agatha, and she can't help but grin in return, her heart fluttering.

—

She was at peace at that moment. She loved it. She craves for more moments like that. In that moment there was no Darkhold, no drama with her friends, her mother wasn't there, it was perfect. 

Rio is perfect.

But like everything else, the moment came to an end. But she's ecstatic to see Rio again. She's tired of constantly being separated from her. She sees her in 2 days time. She chickened out of giving Rio her gift but she wants to give it to her the night of the ball.

The ballroom exudes an air of enchantment, with its shimmering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished oak floors. Elegant tapestries line the walls, while towering pillars adorned with ivy and flowers frame the space.

But of course, that peace didn’t last very long. Agatha finds herself in the ballroom, hanging up the last few decorations for the upcoming event, when Margaret enters carrying a few lanterns. She’s dressed in a dark red gown, her red ribbon.

Agatha grimaces, the memories from 3 days ago still fresh in her mind. Margaret has been avoiding her, and Agatha can’t help but feel hurt by it. She needed someone, and Margaret seemed to have abandoned her. She still needs someone now.

The darkhold's silence is a welcome respite, but Agatha can still feel its lurking presence, especially when her emotions run high.

She finds herself excusing herself from public spaces more frequently, seeking solace in solitude when the urge becomes overwhelming. Every bone in her body seems to ache with the need to absorb the magic of those around her, a sensation that gnaws at her from within.

Under the guise of feeling unwell, Agatha retreats from the scrutiny of others, but she knows that Evanora is suspicious of her behavior. The thought of what might happen if she were to accidentally unleash her magic fills her with dread, driving her further into isolation. She wants to talk to Margaret but she honestly doesn’t know how.

Margaret stands beside the latter and makes eye contact with Agatha for about 2 seconds before looking off and raising a lantern up for Agatha to take.

Agatha feels a pang in her chest, but she forces a weak smile as she takes the lantern and hangs it up on a nail. The only noise in the hall is the occasional footsteps and quiet chatter. The ballroom is a marvel of grandeur, filled with intricate stained glass patterns and standing candelabras. Agatha is filled with awe, her excitement tempered only by the tension between her and Margaret.

“Agatha… how- how have you been feeling?” Margaret's voice carries a hesitant note, tinged with worry. Agatha doesn't meet her gaze immediately, but she can sense the genuine concern behind Margaret's words. Agatha sighs softly before finally glancing down at her. Margaret looks tired, her features etched with lines of concern and agitation.

Agatha feels a surge of anger bubbling up within her, fueled by the memories of Margaret's absence during her darkest moments. The darkness in her gut threatens to consume her, but she fights to suppress it, unwilling to succumb to its temptation. For a moment, she remains silent, grappling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Why would Margaret suddenly care about her well-being now, after all this time? The bitterness in Agatha's heart threatens to spill over as she scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief. Margaret's frown deepens at the reaction.

“Better question is why do you care so suddenly?” Agatha says with an edge to her tone, glaring down at Margaret with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Margaret takes a deep breath and rubs her forehead, her expression pained. “I um, had time to think it over. I’m not… mad at you, just disappointed.”

“Well, I don't think you really get to be ‘disappointed’ now do you? I should be the one disappointed. You left me in that alleyway alone and covered in blood! The blood I spilled to keep you and Alice safe. Don't tell me you're disappointed.” Agatha's voice trembles with suppressed emotion, her eyes flashing with frustration.

Margaret swallows, her gaze shifting away momentarily before meeting Agatha's again. “I know, I know. And I’m grateful that you saved us, but it's all that happens after that, Agatha. You're…”

“What?” Agatha's tone is sharp, her patience wearing thin.

“…Dangerous. You're dangerous,” Margaret admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “That magic that saved us so easily can also very easily kill an innocent, or worse, one of us or you. It lashed out on its own, what else will it do on its own?”

Agatha feels her throat tighten, a cold shiver running down her spine. She looks away from Margaret, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. “I can control it,” she insists, though her voice lacks conviction.

“No. No you can't,” Margaret counters firmly, her own fear evident in her trembling voice.

Agatha sneers, her frustration boiling over. “I can. And I will. What do you know? Whatever Evanora tells you?” Her words are laced with bitterness and accusation, but she watches as Margaret takes slow steps back, dropping the lantern in her nervousness.

“What?” Agatha demands, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for Margaret's response.

“Y-your… hands,” Margaret stammers, her eyes wide with fear, almost tripping over her dress in her haste to distance herself from Agatha.

Agatha’s heart freezes. She glances down at her arms and there's pure dark magic flowing out her veins, illuminating her palms purple. Her blackened fingertips and claws are out on display, Agatha runs her tongue over her teeth only to feel sharp fangs.

Agatha clenches her jaw, her nails digging into her palms as she fights back the tears threatening to overwhelm her. She whispers the glamor spell, masking her true appearance once more, and teleports down to where Margaret stands frozen in fear. With a swift movement, she covers Margaret's mouth before she can utter a sound.

“Shut up. Don't say a word,” Agatha commands, her voice strained with a mixture of desperation and anger.

Margaret wrestles Agatha's hands away from her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror. “You’re really ok with what that thing did to you…?” Margaret's voice trembles with fear and concern.

Agatha's jaw tightens, her heart heavy with the weight of Margaret's words. She feels the sting of judgment and condemnation piercing through her, tearing at the fragile facade she's been trying to maintain. Without a word, she teleports back to her chambers, seeking solace in the confines of her room.

__

As Agatha materializes on her bed, the floodgates of emotion burst open, and she collapses onto the soft mattress, her body wracked with sobs. Tears stream down her face, leaving salty trails in their wake as she releases all the pent-up anguish and despair.

With each punch into the pillow, a wave of frustration washes over her, the physical pain a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within. But just as she's about to strike the pillow once more, a voice interrupts her thoughts.

Why is it you feel so down, little siphon?

The sound of the Darkhold's voice sends a shiver down Agatha's spine, her heart racing with apprehension. It's both unsettling and strangely comforting, like the embrace of a familiar darkness.

Agatha sniffles, wiping away her tears as she listens to the voice echoing in her mind. “She’s afraid of me,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oh sweet girl, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just you, who you were always destined to be.

“I don't want this life, I just want to be with Rio,” Agatha admits, her voice filled with longing and desperation.

And that dream will become a reality… but things must happen before that. You must survive a nightmare to live a dream.

Agatha falls silent, her mind swirling with a tumult of emotions and uncertainties. She curls up on her bed and falls asleep.

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The day of the ball is a whirlwind of activity and tension. Agatha finds herself swept up in a sea of guests, each one vying for her attention and eager to engage in small talk. She forces a polite smile onto her lips, nodding along to conversations she has no interest in. Everyone is wearing their masquerade masks, all sorts of beautiful colors and designs on them. Agatha’s is back with intricate patterns and ties with black lace. The magic swirling around her sets her nerves on edge, and she has to excuse herself multiple times to collect her thoughts.

In her purple ball gown, it's off the shoulder with a gray-ish blue fringe. Agatha moves through the crowd with practiced grace. Her hair is styled in an elegant half-up, half-down do, with the iris flower Rio gave her tucked behind her ear, preserved with a spell. A touch of pink tint on her lips completes her ensemble.

As she navigates the throng of guests, Agatha can feel the weight of her mother's expectations pressing down on her. Covens of importance are in attendance, and her mother's warning to behave or face consequences hangs heavy in the air. Despite her fear, Agatha finds herself strangely numb to the threat, she assumes it's the effects of the Dakhold.

Agatha is gripping Rio’s necklace like her life depends on it, so then she doesn't do it. Agatha plans on giving it to her tonight.

It's been a day since her fight with Margaret, she hasn't even seen her since. Not that she wants to. If all was well with their friendship, Agatha would be ranting to Margaret about how anxious she is to see Rio. But right now, she's on her own.

She sees her mother pacing up to her from the corner of her eye, Agatha sighs as she turns to face her.

“Yes mother?”

Evanora slaps Agatha’s wrist hard. “Do not call me ‘mother’ while we’re in the presence of such people, I’m known as Evanora, you foolish girl.”

Agatha fights the urge to roll her eyes but she obeys. The dark witch clears her throat and stands tall. “Yes Evanora?” she asks.

“Try not to speak unless you're spoken to, I don't want you accidentally telling our business with that mouth of yours.” And with that, Evanora glares at Agatha like she's a stain then retreats back to the group of coven leaders.

Agatha's heart clenches with resentment as she fights back tears, desperate to escape her mother's suffocating presence. But as she turns to retreat to a quiet corner, she's met with a vision of beauty that steals her breath away.

Rio.

In a dark green gown that hugs her curves in all the right places, adorned with elegant black fringe, Rio exudes an effortless allure. Her hair cascades down in loose waves, with a playful swoop of bangs framing her captivating brown eyes. Agatha can't help but blush at the sight of her.

"Hi," Agatha manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hi, my love," Rio replies with a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

Agatha’s heart flutters at the word 'love', a feeling she's never quite experienced in a romantic sense, but if she had to define it, it would utterly, undoubtedly be Rio.

"I, uh, got something for you," Agatha stammers, her cheeks flushed with nervousness.

Rio tilts her head curiously, her expression softening with intrigue. "What is it?"

With a shaky hand, Agatha opens her palm to reveal the necklace she purchased for Rio. A smile spreads across Rio's face, her eyes twinkling with deep affection. She whispers a heartfelt thank you as Agatha motions for her to turn around so she can fasten it.

As Rio lifts her hair, Agatha carefully secures the necklace, feeling a rush of warmth at the intimate gesture. When Rio turns to face her again, her grin is infectious.

"You are perfect, Rio," Agatha says, her voice filled with sincerity.

Rio blushes, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. "Not nearly as perfect as you, little Iris."

Now it’s Agatha's turn to blush a deep shade of crimson.

Regaining her composure, Agatha takes a deep breath as the music begins to play. Despite the lump in her throat, she summons her courage.

With a confident smirk, Agatha extends her left hand to Rio. Her heart pounding in her chest.

“Would you like to dance, Rio?” Agatha asks, her voice steady despite her nerves.

Rio's face lights up with a radiant grin as she eagerly accepts Agatha’s hand. They begin to sway to the music, their movements graceful and fluid. Agatha places her hands delicately on Rio's waist, feeling the warmth of her touch seep through her fingers. In response, Rio's arms encircle Agatha's neck, drawing her closer.

As they dance, Agatha feels a sense of unity and connection that she's never experienced before. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, each step bringing them closer. In that moment, it's as though she's found her place in the world. With Rio by her side, Agatha feels whole.

Agatha feels as though she belongs, 

Like she belongs to Rio.

Rio gently lifts Agatha's mask up to her forehead, and Agatha reciprocates the gesture. As their faces draw closer, the room seems to hold its breath in anticipation.

Their lips barely brush against each other, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine. Then, with a surge of courage, Rio presses her lips fully against Agatha's, sending a wave of electric sensation through both of them. Agatha's heart races as she reciprocates the kiss with equal fervor, their mouths moving in sync.

As the kiss deepens, Agatha feels Rio's tongue gently probing against her lips, seeking entrance. With a soft moan, Agatha grants permission, allowing Rio's tongue to explore the depths of her mouth. Their tongues dance together in a passionate embrace, igniting a fire within Agatha that she never knew existed.

Suddenly, Agatha breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Agatha didn't even know she was so distracted that some of her glamor spell wore off. She looks into Rio's eyes, expecting to see fear or hesitation, but instead finds only desire and longing. Without hesitation, Rio pulls Agatha back in, their lips crashing together once more in a fervent display of passion. Agatha surrenders herself to the kiss, losing herself in the intoxicating embrace of the woman she loves.

Rio leans in close, her breath warm against Agatha's lips as she whispers with intensity, "All the things you can think of… everything you want, Agatha Harkness. I want to do everything to you. I wanna make you mine."

Agatha's heart races at Rio's words, her mind swimming with desire and longing. "I'm already yours," she manages to breathe out, her voice filled with conviction.

Rio's eyes darken with desire, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans in to kiss Agatha again. But before their lips can meet, a sudden blast of blue magic strikes Agatha's side, causing her to collapse in agony onto the cold floor.

The room erupts into chaos, with gasps, screams, and whispers filling the air as people scramble to make sense of what just happened. Amidst the confusion, Evanora stands tall, flanked by Agatha's two aunts. Her voice cuts through the chaos like a lightning bolt.

"Agatha Harkness. Who is this whore?" Evanora's voice booms with fury, her gaze locked on Rio. But Rio pays her no heed, her only concern rushing to Agatha's side, her expression filled with worry and fear.

Agatha's body is wracked with pain, each movement sending waves of agony through her. She gazes up at Rio with nothing but affection in her eyes, grateful for her presence. Rio tenderly cups Agatha’s face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before rising to confront Evanora. Agatha watches her go, her vision blurring with exhaustion and pain. She struggles to stay conscious, her body feeling heavy as if weighed down by an invisible force. With a final glance at Rio, Agatha's vision fades to black, succumbing to the overwhelming fatigue that overtakes her.

[megthemewlingquim]

wasteland, baby! | two: concerning your time away from the dreaming

Summary: Dream takes you through his home and offers you a gift.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Here's Chapter Two! Time to enter The Dreaming.

I will reitorate that there are MAJOR SPOILERS for The Sandman graphic novel series here. If you have not read "Fables and Reflections", "Brief Lives", "The Kindly Ones", and "The Wake", I would recommend you wait to read this until you have done so.

Read the previous chapter: one | an eternity of sand

wasteland, baby! masterlist

You come to your senses slowly, groggily, beginning to feel the environment around you: soft grass, warm sun and cool shade… and a gentle breeze on your face. It's a caress compared to the harsh, stinging winds of your dream.

No. It wasn't a dream, was it? Or… you're still dreaming…? You can't tell.

The blades of grass seem to enfold you in an embrace and the sun seems to kiss your face. It's been a while since you've felt this. You think that this is what Heaven would be like… You’d like to stay here.

There’s a blot of black in your peripheral vision. It is Dream, you realize as you sit up, watching you with a curious sort of fascination. His gaze is one of close observation; but you are not unsettled by this: if anything, somehow, you are reassured.

Dream steps forward. The blades of grass… and even the trees surrounding him… seem to bend in the wind towards him. Fiddler’s Green likes you very much, he says, his eyes becoming brighter with amusement.

“What?”

Fiddler’s Green, he repeats patiently.

“What’s… what's that?”

Where we are. The heart of the Dreaming. All travelers dream of this place.

“Fiddler’s Green…”

You look around, surveying the immense forest that spreads out before you — green fields, huge trees, a sunny blue sky and clouds, flowers of all sorts (some you recognize, others you know could only exist in dreams), rocky cliffs in the distance with waterfalls and rainbows tumbling down their jagged ends…

He missed you. Then, softer, I missed you.

You turn to look at him again, your eyes widened slightly. “We’ve never met before.”

That is how you remember it. Dream looks at you with knowing behind his star-like eyes. We have met before. But you forget in waking hours.

You’re not scared — just a bit bewildered. “Prove it.”

He chuckles, a sound of amusement from his throat. You were born in the year 1641 in the town of Salem, Massachusetts. In your childhood, your dreams were plagued by witches and demons, which were a part of the local gossip. You lived through the Witch trials and barely managed to escape with your life, as you started to advance in years but not in appearance and they suspected you. You’ve had nightmares about the townspeople finding you. You’ve burned, drowned, been stoned, and been shut away in a lone room. The latter was the worst: you had no one to help you. You were alone, chained to the wall, hungry and terrified and lonely. You called out for someone to help you but no one came. Often, you’d wake up screaming. It was such a memorable nightmare that you've never forgotten it, and every night you would pray that you never experienced it again.

Your heart pounds. Everything Dream has been saying is true.

There was one moment, however, where someone did come, though. You remember him as a thin man, clad in black, with eyes like stars.

You feel faint.

He healed your wounds and gave you bread and water. He set you free from that place. And you have not had that nightmare since then. Dream's small smile comes back again. Do you remember me now?

You put out a hand behind you to steady yourself from falling backward. "How do you know all of this?"

I know you, he says simply. When you do not respond, he elaborates. I've created your dreams and nightmares, and your hopes and loves for all your life. When you sleep, I am there with you. I travel through your dreams each and every night. You enter the Dreaming and so, you are with me.

"..... What?" you ask, voice trembling. You're still not scared, but you are overwhelmed.

It is a lot to take in, I know. May I show you what I mean?

"Sh-show me?"

He walks over to where you are sitting and holds out a hand for you. It's time that you see what you have missed.

Hesitantly, you take his hand. With ease, Dream helps you up from the ground and begins to walk. You follow beside him. It wasn't your imagination, you realize — the trees are bending, bowing to him.

"You said that… F-Fiddler's Green… missed me?"

Yes. He did. This is one of your most frequently visited places in the Dreaming. You spend time resting beneath the trees and running on the beaches with friends long gone. Fiddler's Green told me that he missed seeing you and knowing that here, in dreams, you were happy. When you were absent, he said, he did not know if you were alright.

"And.. Fiddler's Green…" You reach out a hand and place it on a nearby tree. "It… It's… not a person, is it?"

For a while, he was. But some time ago, he took up his position again. But I can still converse with him.

The bark underneath your hand pulses, slightly, as if a heart lies beneath it.

"When I spoke to… " You stop yourself. The gaze that Dream had at the mention of his son still lingers in your mind. "Lady Johanna…" you lie, "she told me that you are the creator of this place, and of all dreams and nightmares. That you are this place."

She spoke truly.

"When you say… you missed me… er…" You stop, not wanting to seem rude.

Speak your thoughts, dear one.

"Did you mean that you missed seeing me… in this dream-world?"

More than that. Dream ends the sentence and lets it sit in the air. Then, I missed seeing you grow up and change and love and find joy and face your fears. I missed seeing you, in dreams, escaping from the hell you have suffered in the waking world.

Stunned, you don't know what to say. "I don't remember you," you say. "I'm sorry."

While you go back over to him, he says, Tragic, is it not? I remember each and every human from the day they are born until the day they die. They spend a third of their lives in my realm, and not even once do they truly remember it. He leads you on, walking closely beside you.

But I do not need their remembrance. It is enough for me to know that through my work, I do what is necessary to keep humanity safe.

Soon, the forest starts to shrink and the trees become more sparse. You reach the end of a cliffside, with hills and valleys and cliffs all around you at the bottom. Up ahead, you see a castle — a huge, tan colored structure with brass dome roofs. Around it, or perhaps connected to it, are smaller structures and statues — you see Middle Eastern architecture, statues of ancient Grecian and Roman figures like Athena and Hephaestus, two five-story structures that you perceive to be theater boxes, a large statue of Siddhartha Gautama, and towers from your own time, ones you used to see in London. In the center, there are three smaller statues — a gryphon, a wyvern, and a pegasus. The castle is a hodge-podge of many cultures and structures, and it takes your breath away. Bridges that expand over a gigantic lake lead up to the castle from a few different directions — one, you notice, is held up by a gigantic stone hand. A pirate's ship rests on the glassy surface of the water. Further back, you see a multitude of different types of homes and other buildings, and even further still, in a shadow-y and dark area, two lonely, scary looking houses next to a huge cemetery. Beyond those is a large wall, with a gate that stands at the center.

This is my home. The Dreaming.

You turn back to Dream, who is looking out at this land with an expression of pride and adoration on his face. "It's beautiful," you say, awed and stunned.

You like it? he asks, looking at you now. His eyes are even brighter than you remember — you have never seen him so happy, so excited.

"I do," you say. "I wouldn't ever want to leave."

You may stay, if you wish.

You’re not sure if you’ve heard him correctly. "I'm sorry?" you ask, disbelieving.

Dream speaks slowly. You have been absent from this place for one hundred and ten years. Your mind has been devoid of true dreaming. If you wish, I will let you stay here for the same amount of time, and when it is over, you may leave. You still suffer from the ‘sleepy sickness’ - though it is now known as encephalitis lethargica. Not everyone has been cured of it yet… millions around the world still have the 'sickness', and it will take years of work on my end to cure them all. But… you may stay.

You ponder over it, and surprisingly come to a decision very easily. You have nothing in your real life; your parents and siblings are long dead, and you have lived your life in fear for hundreds of years. It is tempting, you know, to want to escape in dreams. And this temptation wins.

"I accept. Th-thank you."

It is done. Dream seems content with your answer. You are free, then, to do as you wish. And do not be afraid of what lies before you: as long as I am in the Dreaming, neither you nor anyone else here can be hurt — and I rarely leave the Dreaming these days.

I shall prepare a room for you in the castle.

"Thank you," you say, humbled and overwhelmed, "but you don't need to do that."

You are a guest here, and I offer hospitality to all of my guests, including those I do not know about. You are free to stay wherever you wish, of course, but if you do choose to reside in the castle, there will be a room waiting for you there.

A sudden change of emotion comes over Dream. His face darkens. Is it your imagination, or does the sky change — does the bright blue become a dull gray?

As quick as it comes, it is gone.

There is someone I would like you to meet, Dream says, lightening up once again. Lucienne, the Dreaming's librarian. She is my chief advisor. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask me… but if you do not feel comfortable doing that, or for some reason I am unavailable, you may go to her.

He holds out his hand and you take it. His skin is smooth against yours. Your eyes meet.

"Thank you… your grace."

Dream laughs. The sound is quiet and reserved, but still filled with mirth and joy. The formalities are unnecessary. You may call me Morpheus, if you wish.

Morpheus. A mysterious-sounding name, one filled with darkness and intrigue. You like it immensely. "Alright," you say. "Morpheus."

In the way of dreams, you are suddenly within the castle that was once in front of you. You do not remember walking in, or even ending up at the bottom of the cliff. A second has passed since you were holding Dream’s hand on the cliffside, and now you are in a long hallway, walking on a red and gold carpet. Above you on either side are arched open windows, sunlight streaming in and lighting up the top half of the room. The carpet leads up some steps and goes to the right into another room. On either side of the steps are two pictures: one of William Shakespeare and one of someone else you do not recognize: Chaucer, perhaps?

In the next room is the library of dreams, which holds all of the stories that have ever been dreamed, imagined, or lost. Lucienne would be happy to give you a tour if you wish. The space and magnitude of this library may be disorienting but I assure you, you will not lose your way.

There are three others who frequently roam the castle and perform tasks for me. There is Matthew, my raven. There is Mervyn Pumpkinhead, the caretaker of the Dreaming. And there is Nuala, a little elf-woman from the land of Faerie. Should you need anything, they will help you, too.

“Faerie?”

Do you think that Earth is the only plane of existence, little dreamer?

You like the nickname, but you do not show it. “I did, maybe. Until… just now.” You chuckle, somewhat uneasily.

It would be wise to open your mind, then. You are in The Dreaming, and many things are possible here.

A thought rises and you ask, “Um… Morpheus? I’m… dreaming, right? Does that mean that… none of this is real? I’m going to wake up and… none of this will have happened?”

Dream comes up with an answer quickly — of course he does, he’s Dream. But it still surprises you. In the year 1593, I spent Midsummer’s Eve in the Waking. As part of a bargain I had made with him, I had asked a then-unknown Will Shekespear and his troupe to write and perform a play for me on the Sussex Downs, near the Long Man of Wilmington. Alongside me in the audience were the citizens of the land of Faerie, as well as their lord and lady: Auberon and Titania. The play was, in a way, about them. I had wanted them to be remembered through the ages, since the people of Faerie had chosen to leave the earthly plane forever, and would soon descend into myth and legend. Stories.

When it was nearly finished, Auberon made it known to me that things in the play had never happened to them. Titania had never rutted with an ass, and four Athenian lovers had never been put under a love potion by the incompetence of a Puck trying to fulfill his Master’s wishes.

You reach the end of the hall and turn to the right. A door opens and you step through, looking at a much smaller room lit up with golden light from long windows on the left side. The room is decorated with arches and chandeliers, and on the right side, a small sitting area with stained glass windows. There is wallpaper on the left side that looks like it would lead into a longer hallway, one filled with rows upon rows of books… a library…

I told him what I tell you now: ‘Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.’

He lets you ponder on this. You both step forward, facing the wallpaper now. Morpheus looks down at you.

“Anything can happen,” you tell yourself, staring at the wall. “Anything can…”

The worst that could happen is you would bump your pretty little head on the wall. I wouldn’t do that to any of my guests. You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?

You look up at him.

I… I meant no harm by it.

Morpheus looks almost… embarrassed. Nervous.

“You have caused none,” you say softly.

Together, you step through the wallpaper. You go through it as if you were just stepping into another room. Your bodies meet no resistance. It’s as if the wallpaper has opened up another hallway, one that is much larger than the one you just left.

All you see are books. Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves… Books of all shapes, sizes, and colors and their titles are also of different lengths and subjects. An absolutely massive structure, the Library of Dreams seems much larger, even, than the castle itself. You have never seen a structure in all your life, and you know you will never see something like it anywhere but in dreams. It’s an awe-inspiring world of its own. You look up and you see floors above you that stretch upward… the ceiling never comes… and neither does the floor below you: you’re not on ground level. You’re somewhere entirely different. Everywhere you go, you are surrounded by books and shelves. There are some tables here and there, and spiral staircases leading up to different floors. Anyone could wander this library, you know, and wander it for their entire life, and never find their way out, or explore a passageway more than once.

You don’t dare touch any of the books. You would, you feel, disturb the sacredness of this place.

“You said… every book that’s ever been dreamed of?” you ask.

Morpheus nods. As Lord over that which is fleeting and fragile and strange, but even more so solid and strong and mundane, I am also Prince of Stories. I have dominion over these Stories that have never seen the comforting valley of a page of paper, and I have dominion over those that have, the ones that have traveled through time and down generations and across the worlds. Stories have existed since the beginning of time, and cultures have made them something to revere and love. They have had a multitude of changes and revisions, but they will always return to their original forms. But these… Morpheus takes a book from a shelf above you and flips through it. These stories are the original works of every dreamer in the universe. He looks back up at you. His eyes shine with what you can now only describe as love. It’s a beautiful look on him: he looks so happy, so fascinated with the world he has… is… Past, present, and future. Each and every dreamer is connected to this place in more ways than one. They are all authors of their own stories, even if they are not destined to be authors in their earthly lifetimes.

You, too, have books written here — a great many of them. I enjoy them immensely.

Your mind is racing, your eyes are wide with wonder, and it takes a moment for Morpheus’s words to register with you. “I’m sorry?”

“My Lord?”

A new voice. A softer, more melodic voice than Morpheus’s. A young-looking female in large spectacles and a long waistcoat approaches the both of you from the end of the floor. Her eyes meet yours.

“I noticed you were in the Library. We have a guest?”

Lucienne, this is our new guest. Morpheus introduces you by name. She will be staying with us in the Dreaming for the next hundred years or so.

Lucienne’s eyes widen. “You’re one of the mortals that disappeared from the Dreaming, aren’t you?” she asks, mostly to herself. “I recognize your name. You have a book in the library that documents your dreams. Since the year 1915, your pages have been blank. Where were you?”

She was in a ‘soft place’.

“For a hundred and ten years?” Lucienne gasps. “Mostly those in the soft places accidentally end up there while in the Waking, not while they dream, and they don’t lose time when they are there. What happened?”

Dream shakes his head. I do not know. The soft places are areas of the Dreaming that even I do not know much about. But let this be known: if a mortal becomes lost from the Dreaming from now on, we should send forces to go looking for them in the soft places first. We should have looked there first, Lucienne. We would’ve found her sooner.

“You — you looked for me?” you ask, incredulous.

“Yes,” says Lucienne, turning to you. “We did. Ever since Jed Walker… we have looked for any dreamer that has become lost to the Dreaming. You were one of them. The Dreaming is vast, sometimes overly so, and the soft places are unpredictable. We did look there, on occasion, either Lord Morpheus himself or other servants of the Dreaming, but found nothing. And then…”

Morpheus finishes for her. …other things occupied me and I regrettably could not continue the search. Many things happened and I will not trouble you with the details. Things have been… difficult… for the past five years, you must understand.

You don’t know what to say. “Why… Why were you… in the desert? When you found me?”

Morpheus stiffens. Lucienne looks up at him. They converse, silently, to themselves. Then Morpheus speaks, slowly: I often come to the soft places, the shifting zones, to think, in times of distress. How fortunate is it that I stumbled upon you, little lamb? He smiles. I am relieved that I found you. Your presence in the Dreaming has been missed dearly.

Morpheus's smile fades, and it is replaced by a tight line. It is here that I must leave you. If either of you need me, I will be on the shores of night.

"What are you going to do?"

I shall be working on a nightmare.

You blink, and Dream is gone.

[astarkey]

Writer WIP Poll Game

Rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wip's, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

I was tagged by @chronic-ghost! Thank you so much for tagging me in this, this looks really fun!!! 😁💖

I have a lot more WIPs, but these are the ones that I currently have in my mind that I'm thinking of writing. These are all dusk related, so feel free to ask me about any of these!

Tagging (no pressure!): @lilmissuncreative, @bonnielass23, @alwaysupatnight, @musicrunsthroughmysoul, @virgosandpoison, @justjstuff, @belorage, @fortysevenswrites, @ladyculebras, @barbienheimer, @blondiest, and anyone else that want to make this! ❤️

Summaries under the cut:

Dark Night - A Daybreakers/Queen of the Damned inspired AU where paranormal researcher Kate enters an underground world of vampires and accidentally meets and falls for vampire!Seth. Meanwhile his ambitious brother, Richie (also undead and chasing for something bigger and better) accidentally unleashes the first vampire, Amaru. As the two become romantically linked, Amaru has her own ambitions of taking control of the world of the living and the world of the dead; showing everyone who the real queen is.

Must Be the Season of the Witch - Seth moves to a small town in Massachusetts and falls in love with a local shopkeeper named Kate, who is rumored to being a witch. What he doesn’t know is that she is an actual witch. Strange events start to unfold throughout the town, and it’s up to Kate and her band of witches to stop the evil force before she ends up losing Seth forever.

Love In an Elevator - Seth and Kate work at a law firm and one day get stuck in an elevator. Worst of all, they're the only two who are trapped and can't stand each after a first date gone terribly wrong. It's all up to patience for them to put aside their differences so they can make it out alive in one piece.

Got a Thing About You (And It Won't Go Away) - The sequel to I'm Out of My Head, Kate returns and hooks up with Seth. Several weeks into their fling, she spends the weekend with Seth and is invited by his brother, Richie, and their uncle, Eddie, to have dinner at the latter's place, much to Seth's dismay. As Uncle Eddie and Richie see their little hookup as more than just a hookup (as well as Kate who's starting to see this as more than a fling) Seth is still in his own feelings about whether things should stay where they are or if he's ready to turn their relationship into something more.

Came Back Haunted - An alternate look at what happened after "Santa Sangre," with Kate’s journey to finding herself and searching for things to believe in while Amaru is slowly twisting her thoughts, trying to take over Kate completely. Meanwhile, as Richie, Seth, and Scott are wrapped up in their own grief after Kate’s “death,” they begin to find clues that she’s still alive, but she may not be the same person they once knew.

The Roommate Dilemma - After two people take up an ad for an available apartment space, they meet for the first time during move-in and are troubled that they're of the opposite sex. Unable to break their 1-year lease, they have to learn to compromise and live with each other until their year is up.

[m12writer]

The Power of Four - The Witch is Back

[Salem, Massachusetts, 1692. A turnkey opens a cell door in a jail. Melinda is there. Matthew walks in.]

Melinda: Matthew.

Matthew: Hello, Melinda.

Melinda: Why? Why did you betray me?

Matthew: You got what you deserve.

Melinda: So you've never loved me? All the passion, all the heat?

Matthew: I had to make you trust me. It was the only way to share your powers.

Melinda: And so now you have them. So why would you turn me in? You know I'll burn.

Matthew: I had to keep my secret.

Melinda: Well, you can keep your trinkets too.

(She pulls off a locket that was around her neck and throws it at him.)

Matthew: I'll find another witch to give it to.

(He opens the locket.)

Melinda: Maybe not.

(He takes out a little piece of paper and it catches on fire. He throws it on the ground.)

Matthew: What magic is this?

Melinda: I'm taking back the powers you stole from me. "Outside of time, outside of gain, know only sorrow, know only pain."

(It gets really windy and Matthew gets sucked into the locket.)

***

[Bucklands. Prue's office. Rex puts some jewellery on Prue's desk. He picks up the locket and tries to open it. Prue walks in.]

Prue: Rex?

Rex: Ah, good morning, Prue. I've, uh, left a few things for you to catalogue. A marvellous shipment from an estate back east.

Prue: I'll get right on it.

Rex: Thanks.

(Rex leaves. Prue sees the locket and picks it up. She opens it. The door slams shut and Matthew comes out of it.)

Matthew: At last, freedom. The world has changed. What time is this?

Prue: Excuse me?

Matthew: Where am I?

Prue: Who are you?

Matthew: Matthew Tate, and if you freed me from that locket you are descendant of Melinda Warren. (He walks closer to her and she uses her power and he flies across the room.) Thank you.

Prue: For what?

Matthew: I tricked you into using your power on me. Now, I have it. (He uses her power and a chair pushes her against the wall. He then disappears, she runs in the middle of the room and he appears behind her.) Behind you, witch.

Prue: How did you do that?

Matthew: I can share your power but you can't share mine.

Prue: What do you want?

Matthew: I want what Melinda took from me. I want all four powers back. (He grabs her.) Defend yourself. Stop time.

Prue: I can't.

Matthew: Ah, so you're not alone. There are others. (He disappears and appears in front of the desk.) And the family name is now Halliwell.

Rex: (from outside) Prue, are you okay in there?

(Matthew uses Prue's power to break the glass on the window. He jumps out the window and floats down to the ground, landing on his feet. He walks away.)

***

[Outside Bucklands. Police are there where Matthew jumped out the window. Andy and Morris are questioning a man.]

Man: I was just sitting there, you know, reading the sports, having a cup of Joe and 'bam', this guy comes flying out of nowhere, you know. Weird clothes, bad manners, he nearly fell right on top of me.

Morris: When you say fell...

Man: I mean fell, you know, like from way up there, I guess. I don't know.

Morris: That's a ten story drop, sir.

Andy: Twelve.

Morris: And you're telling us that he just got up, walked away without a scratch. That's what you're saying.

Andy: Got a better explanation?

Morris: Excuse us. (Andy and Morris walk away.) All right, Trudeau. Pull out your secret ghost hunter decoder ring, and let's hear it.

(Andy laughs.)

Andy: Look, Morris, I don't know, okay. All I know is whatever happened started up there in that office.

Morris: Uh huh. So let's find out who's office that is.

Andy: I already know. It's Prue's.

***

[Manor. Kitchen. Leo's under the sink, fixing it. Phoebe's sitting at the table with Paris and Piper's standing up.]

Piper: So I suggested we add crab satay to the, uh, lunch menu and it was great. Sold out. Do you like crab, Leo?

Leo: You know what I'd love, Piper?

Piper: What's that?

Leo: Is the, uh, ratchet extension. Could you hand that to me?

Piper: Sure. (Piper looks in his toolbox but doesn't know what it is. Phoebe walks over and pulls out the ratchet extension.) I knew that. (She takes it off Phoebe and gives it to Leo.) Here you go.

Leo: Thanks.

Piper: (whispering to Phoebe) Stop it. Go away. (She tries to get Phoebe to leave.) Be right back, Leo.

Leo: No problem.

(Piper and Phoebe go in the dining room.)

Piper: Stop it.

Phoebe: My sentiments exactly. Stop hinting around and ask him out already. Give him some of your crab.

Piper: Don't be disgusting.

Phoebe: Don't be so shy.

Piper: What if he says no?

Phoebe: Yeah, like that'll happen.

Piper: No, I'm serious.

Phoebe: So am I.

Piper: I'm very serious. I've never... you know...

Phoebe: You are kidding, right?

Piper: No.

Phoebe: You've never asked a guy out before?

Piper: Not on a real date, no.

Phoebe: I don't understand. Am I the only person in this family who's inherited the take-a-chance gene?

Piper: Probably. 'Cause if I remember my biology correctly, it's attached to the can't-mind-my-own-business gene.

Phoebe: Ooh. Go.

(Phoebe pushes her back in the kitchen. Leo comes out from under the sink and Paris is making a coffee for herself.)

Leo: Well, part of the pipe is stuck. I'm almost finished here.

Piper: Terrific. Can I get you some tea?

Leo: Yeah, that'd be great. (Piper gets the tea out of the fridge. Phoebe walks in.)

Phoebe: What would be great?

Piper: Nothing. (Piper puts the tea on the bench and Phoebe accidentally knocks it off. Piper freezes if before it falls on the floor.) Leo?

Phoebe: Frozen. Quick, have your way with him.

Paris: Aunt Phoebe!

Piper: Do you never stop?

(Phoebe laughs as Paris sighs. Piper holds a bucket under the tea.)

Phoebe: Looks like a Kodak moment to me.

(She pretends to take photos.)

Piper: Phoebe, you're such a help.

Phoebe: Smile.

(Leo and the tea unfreeze. Prue walks in.)

Prue: You guys, we are in serious trouble. (Phoebe points to Leo.) Uh, hi, Leo.

Leo: Hey, Prue.

Prue: Hey, uh, girls. Upstairs now.

***

[Bucklands. Prue's office. Police are there. Andy's questioning Rex and Hannah.]

Hannah: Uh, Webster, Hannah Webster.

Andy: You said you heard some noises in here. What kind?

Hannah: Uh, it's hard to say.

Rex: It almost sounded like a, a struggle of some sort. A fight perhaps.

Hannah: Yeah, and, and then we heard a crash and I assumed that was the window breaking and we came in to check on Prue and then she just went running out.

Morris: What did she say? What happened?

Hannah: Nothing, actually, she just left.

Rex: She was quite agitated too.

Andy: She didn't say where she was going by any chance did she?

Rex: No, no, sorry.

Morris: Okay, thanks, Mr. Buckland. CSI will be done with the windows in a couple of hours and you can have them fixed.

Rex: Believe me, Inspector. I really don't care about the window. I only care about Prue.

(Rex and Hannah leave.)

Morris: Look, maybe you oughta ask the captain to assign somebody else.

Andy: Prue and I aren't dating anymore, there's no conflict okay. I'm fine with this.

Morris: Okay.

***

[Cut to Rex's office. Rex and Hannah are there.]

Rex: I thought that went exceedingly well. Didn't you?

Hannah: We may have proven the legend of the locket true and that the little witch is charmed but now we have a seventeenth century warlock running around. I think he'll stick out.

Rex: Yep, but then again if the legend does hold true, Matthew's got a one track mind. Just like we do. He won't be difficult to find. Stop worrying, Hannah. You're gonna get wrinkles on your horns.

***

[Manor. Attic. Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paris are there.]

Paris: What did you say his name was?

Prue: Matthew Tate. And somehow he knows that we're related to Melinda Warren.

Phoebe: The Book of Shadows Melinda? Our ancestor?

Piper: The one who burned at stake and started this whole mess.

Prue: Uh, he came out of the locket. And he has strong powers. Stronger than mine, I mean, he did the weirdest thing. One minute he was in front of me, the next he was behind me and then twelve stories down landed right on his feet.

Phoebe: If it walks like warlock, and talks like a warlock...

Prue: Yeah, well, he's powerful and he means business. And he wants all four of our powers.

Phoebe: Can I see the locket?

(Prue hands the locket to Phoebe.)

Prue: We have to figure out who he is before he finds the three of you.

(Phoebe opens the locket and has a premonition.)

Phoebe: You said Matthew came out of the locket? I think I just saw Melinda put him in.

Paris: You saw the past?

Piper: But you only see the future.

Phoebe: Not anymore.

Prue: We always knew that our powers would grow.

Phoebe: Yes, but somehow I thought I was gonna get to fly.

(Prue, Piper and Paris smile.)

***

[Halliwell Rossen & Haas Attorney's Office. Arnold Halliwell is on the phone.]

Arnold: They want to countersue? Fine, bring it on, I'll eat 'em alive. Plus, we can double bill and get away with it. (Matthew blinks in the room.) Excuse me. (He hangs up the phone.)

Matthew: Are you Arnold Halliwell?

Arnold: Yeah, and who are you? Robin Hood?

(Matthew uses telekinesis and Arnold flies up against the wall.)

Matthew: Tell me where your sisters are.

Arnold: What sisters? I'm an only child. Let me go or I'll sue you...

(Matthew breaks his neck.)

Matthew: Lawyers have not changed.

***

[Manor. Attic. Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paris are there. Phoebe's looking at a photo album and Piper's reading a book.]

Phoebe: I was right. It was Melinda in my vision. Isn't she beautiful.

Prue: Hmm. She kind of looks like mum.

Piper: Listen to this. "And because the warlock had stolen her love, she cursed him into the pewter heart, where he could spend eternity knowing the sting of betrayal."

Phoebe: That must be what I saw.

Prue: And I let him out early. Great.

Paris: You're not kidding. The legend says that the warlock must never be freed or he will destroy the Warren line. That'd be us.

Phoebe: Yeah, well, he'll have to take a number and get in line behind the others warlocks.

Prue: We've never been up against anyone like him before.

Phoebe: So, what do we do?

Piper: I say we hide.

Prue: No, we have to find out exactly what we're up against. And we start with the locket and how it wound up on my desk.

***

[Cut to the conservatory. Leo's there watching TV. Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paris walk in.]

Leo: Hey, Prue, your work's on the news, check it out.

Reporter: This morning witnesses claim they saw a man fall twelve stories. He apparently got up and walked away unharmed.

Prue: We gotta find him before he hurts somebody else, especially an innocent.

Phoebe: There's that I word again.

Piper: Look, Andy's on TV.

Paris: He's here, too.

(The doorbell rings. Paris answers it.)

Paris: Dad, what a surprise. How you been?

Andy: I need to talk with your mother Paris.

Paris: Mom, wow. How out of the loop am I? And here I thought you guys broke up.

Andy: It's not about that. It's police business.

Paris: Oh, well, uh, she's not home. She's at work.

Andy: No, she's not.

Paris: Well, then, I don't know where she is, but I'll tell her that you stopped by, okay? Ciao!

(Paris tries to leave but Andy grabs her arm.)

Andy: A man fell out of Prue's office window. Which is suspicious enough. But then a man matching the same description went and killed a lawyer down the street. A lawyer named Halliwell. Now I know she knows who he is. One more time, Paris, where's your mother?

Paris: Where's your warrant?

(Paris goes back inside. Andy leaves.)

***

[Cut to the living room.]

Prue: Great, so now I'm being hunted by a warlock and the San Francisco P.D.

Phoebe: Nobody ever said you led a boring life, Prue.

Piper: Maybe Andy can help.

Prue: Oh, yeah. You want to have that conversation with him? "Hey Andy, I hate to bother you but this seventeenth century warlock is trying to kill me, my sisters and our daughter." Any thoughts?

Paris: Okay, it was a bad idea. But the point is we need help.

Piper: What about Ed and Lorraine?

(Paris looks at her.)

Paris: No! No, no. I'm not getting Ed and Lorraine involved in this. Besides they are on a case right now and won't be back till tomorrow.

Prue: Yeah, well, unfortunately more than Andy or Ed and Lorraine can give.

Phoebe: What we need is someone who's done this before, someone like Melinda Warren.

Prue: Okay, so what are we supposed to do? Reach back in time, grab her and tell her that we need her help?

Phoebe: Yes. And I know exactly how to do it. As long as you don't mind losing a little blood.

***

[Time lapse. In the attic. Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paris are sitting around a table where they have placed candles, a dagger and other items.]

Piper: Am I the only one having the second thoughts?

Phoebe/Paris: Yes.

Prue: We don't really have any others options.

Piper: But aren't we, like, raising the dead? What if she's all...

Phoebe: I read The Book of Shadows very carefully. She will come back as a real live person, flesh and blood. She will have her powers too. Our powers.

(Phoebe picks up the knife.)

Piper: What's that for?

Phoebe: Well, the spell works by blood calling blood, so it shouldn't hurt... much.

(Phoebe stabs her finger.)

Phoebe: I lied, I lied. Okay, come on guys. It'll be just like the summer by the lake. Remember when we made a blood oath to be friends forever, not just sisters?

(Prue takes the knife off of Phoebe.)

Piper: I remember my finger got infected.

(Prue stabs her finger then stabs Paris' fingers for her. Paris)

Prue/Paris: Ow. 

Prue: Yeah, but the oath worked.

(Prue holds out the knife for Piper.)

Piper: And I couldn't go in the water for three weeks. Don't hand me that knife.

Paris: How are you gonna cut yourself?

Piper: I'm not.

Phoebe: Piper...

Piper: I can't stand the sight of blood.

Prue: Evil beings have blown up in our attic...

Phoebe: Disintegrated to dust right before our very eyes...

Paris: And you're afraid of a little drop of blood?

Piper: Okay, just cut my finger.

(She holds out her hand.)

Prue: (to Phoebe) You do it.

(She hands Phoebe the knife. Piper covers her eyes and Phoebe stabs her finger.)

Piper: Ow!

Prue: Okay, here.

(They squeeze their fingers and the blood drips into a locket. Phoebe closes it and places it in a bowl.)

Phoebe: "Melinda Warren, blood of our blood..."

Phoebe/Prue/Piper: (In unison with Paris) "Our great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother."

Paris: "Great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother."

Phoebe: "We summon thee."

(Stardust floats through the air and Melinda appears.)

Melinda: (smiles) Oh, blessed be.

***

[Manor. Phoebe's room. Phoebe and Melinda are there. Phoebe unzips a dress.]

Melinda: No, don't-don't rip the dress to make it fit me.

Phoebe: Oh, no, no, I'm not ripping it. It's called a zipper, see?

(Phoebe zips up the dress.)

Melinda: Oh, a wise witch made this.

(Melinda takes the dress off of Phoebe and plays with the zipper.)

Phoebe: Yeah, and wise witches in this century keep a low profile. You slip this dress on, you'll blend right in.

(Melinda starts putting on the dress.)

Melinda: It's so odd to be here again. To breathe and feel. What sheep has wool so soft?

Phoebe: A synthetic one.

Melinda: Oh! (Phoebe zips up the dress.) So did it, did it take you long to make the dress?

Phoebe: Make it? No, no, I bought it.

Melinda: Oh, you must be rich.

(Prue, Piper and Paris walk in.)

Prue: No, she's got credit cards.

Piper: Oh, wow, Melinda, you look great.

Melinda: Thank you. Oh, but how do you keep your legs warm?

Paris: We drink coffee.

(Leo approaches the doorway.)

Leo: Oh, sorry, I let myself in and it didn't occur to me.

Piper: Leo, uh, it's okay. This is, uh...

Phoebe: Our cousin, Melinda.

Leo: Nice to meet you.

Piper: Leo's fixing our plumbing.

Melinda: What's that?

Paris: Uh, we've got to go now.

Melinda: To work with one's hands is a great gift.

Leo: Well, I am a true labourer. I earn that I eat, get that I wear.

Melinda: Owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness.

Leo/Melinda: Shakespeare.

(Melinda giggles.)

Prue: Wasn't that fun? Okay, let's go now.

(They walk out of the room and Leo walks in.)

Melinda: (to Piper) He is a treasure, Piper.

Piper: Why you telling me?

***

[Halliwell Hardware and Appliance. The store owner is dead and hooked up on the wall by some garden tools. Matthew is there. Rex and Hannah walk in.]

Rex: Hello, Matthew.

Hannah: We have got to do something about his clothes.

Matthew: Who are you? How do you know me?

Rex: Well, the short answer is we're the ones who gave the witch the locket to have you freed. I suppose you could say we're partners.

Matthew: I work alone.

Rex: No, not in this century you don't. You're new in town, new in time, you need our help. Hmm, I see you've been shopping. Find what you're looking for?

Matthew: I want Melinda Warren's children.

Hannah: Ooh, talk about your coincidences.

Rex: You see, we have the means to find them for you. And you have to ability to take their powers. Come. (They turn to leave but Matthew doesn't move.) What?

Matthew: How'd you find me?

Rex: Prue Halliwell, a Halliwell attorney, now here. You are leaving a trail, my friend. And that has got to stop.

***

[Manor. Dining room. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Paris and Melinda are sitting at the table. Prue is putting the locket around Melinda's neck.]

Melinda: Once Matthew had what he wanted, he told the town council I was a witch and they arrested me. Then they burned me at the stake.

Piper: Why didn't you save yourself?

Phoebe: Yeah, why didn't you use your powers to escape?

Melinda: I had a daughter. Her name was Prudence. 

(Paris and Prue look at each other and smile.)

Melinda: She meant everything to me. If I had used my powers, I would've proven Matthew's charge and Prudence would've burned too. So I thought, I'll accept this and pray some kind soul will take pity on my daughter and raise her in a safe home. Only then could the Warren line continue. And it must've worked because here you are.

Phoebe: Why do Warren witches lose their moms so early?

Melinda: Phoebe, I can't change the past but I think I can protect the future.

Prue: How? Matthew is so strong and he has this wild power. He can be at one place and then another.

Melinda: In the blink of an eye?

Prue: Exactly.

Melinda: It's called blinking. He must've copied it from another witch. I stripped him of all the powers he copied from me but who knows what other powers he still has?

Paris: What you mean copied from you?

Melinda: Matthew's gift is to copy the power of a good witch when it's used against him.

Prue: Then he definitely has mine.

Melinda: Once he's copied a power, it has no effect on him. Should he gain all four powers, he will be impossible to vanquish.

Prue: So what do we do?

Melinda: We curse him back in the locket.

Piper: And if we can't?

(Silence.)

***

[Bucklands. Rex's office. Hannah and Matthew are there. Matthew is putting on some jeans and Hannah is sitting on a chair with her back to him.]

Matthew: Are these pants meant to be so tight?

(Hannah peeks over her shoulder.)

Hannah: Absolutely.

Matthew: No wonder your men frown all the time. It's a wonder they can even walk. So, is this right?

Hannah: Oh, yeah.

Matthew: If it pleases you to look, look.

Hannah: I wasn't looking... much.

(He walks over to her.)

Matthew: Why the false modesty? I, I don't understand.

Hannah: Well, it's a very complex issue these days. I mean, there's political correctness, sexual harassment, um, don't get me started.

Matthew: Hmm, what a strange time this is. So open, yet so closed. Where even a warlock feels shame.

(Rex walks in.)

Rex: Hannah... what the devil?

Hannah: Rex, I told you I'd get him dressed.

Rex: Yeah, ten minutes ago.

Matthew: Well, we tried on many things. She said it is difficult to choose.

Rex: Playtime's over, big boy. You have a job to do. (Matthew walks away.) (whispering) Remember, he goes back from whence he came once his task is completed.

***

[Manor. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Paris and Melinda walk in the attic.]

Melinda: I can't believe I don't remember all the ingredients.

Prue: It's been a while since you cursed Matthew.

Phoebe: Yeah, like three hundred years.

Piper: Whatever you don't remember should be in the book.

(They walk over to the Book Of Shadows.)

Melinda: The Book Of Shadows. Oh, my, it's gotten so thick.

Paris: It wasn't always?

Melinda: No, no. But obviously each generation of Warren witches has added to it over the years and has made it so. Have you added anything?

Phoebe: Us? Are you kidding? We're new at this. We can't just make up our own spell... wait, can we?

Melinda: All things in time, Phoebe. The book will grow as you grow. Sometimes you add to it, sometimes it teaches you. Oh, here's the curse.

(Paris hands her a pencil and paper. Melinda looks at it confused.)

Paris: Just start writing.

Melinda: No ink?

Paris: No.

(Melinda starts writing.)

Melinda: Ha! (She smiles.)

Piper: Grams must've added this one.

(They look at the opposite page.)

Melinda: "To Increase Patience."

Phoebe: I bet she used that spell a lot raising us, huh?

Prue: We weren't all troublemakers, Phoebe.

Phoebe: I was not a troublemaker. I was just...

Piper: A pain.

Phoebe: A free spirit.

Prue: A handful.

Melinda: A Warren. It's a family trait. So are the short tempers, the great cheekbones, the strong wills, and of course the powers. All blessings, all signs of where you came from. This book is your connection and it began with me.

Prue: Well, let's make sure it doesn't end with us. We need to get going.

***

[Bucklands. Rex's office. Rex is showing Matthew pictures of Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paris.]

Rex: Now, this is Prue, you've already met. This is Piper, this is Phoebe, and this Paris.

Matthew: Such marvellous paintings. You can not feel the brushstrokes.

Hannah: Remind us to take you to the movies when this is all over.

Rex: This is the address of Quake. Piper works there. May I suggest that you go there next and take her power. Hannah will drive you.

***

[Manor. Kitchen. Everyone's there. They are making a potion and Prue is staring out the window.]

Melinda: The curse is really simple as long as you have the ingredients I need.

Piper: Phoebe can do the spices and I'll chop the scallions.

Phoebe: This is so cool. We've never done a curse before.

Melinda: Oh, I'm glad. They're not to be taken lightly.

Phoebe: I just feel like there's so much we could be learning or doing if we had the right teacher.

Melinda: I'd savor my first gift before I move on to the next one.

Phoebe: I see pictures. What's to savor?

Melinda: No, but you see visions of the future and the past. That'll allow you to protect and to heal.

Phoebe: Hmm. Did you hear that Prue?

Piper: Prue, stop looking for Andy, he should be long gone by now.

Prue: Yeah, he'll be back, probably with a warrant.

Phoebe: Yeah, like Andy would ever arrest you.

(Prue walks over to them.)

Prue: So do we have everything?

Piper: Actually there's a few herbs we don't have but I can get them at the restaurant.

Paris: The only problem is the feather from the spotted owl.

Melinda: Is that a problem?

Paris: Well, they're an endangered species. Um, certain animals from your time aren't really around anymore.

Melinda: Why?

Phoebe: Deforestation, pollution... it's a long story.

Piper: Do you think they have one at the zoo?

Melinda: What's a zoo?

Phoebe: In theory it's this big garden kind of place where all the animals are caged and...

Prue: You know what? I'll work on the feather. Piper, can you handle the herbs?

Piper: Uh, yeah, after I get to Quake, though I might have a problem getting out because I'm supposed to work the night shift.

Phoebe: Well, Paris and I'll come with you and bring back the stuff if you get hung up.

Melinda: No, you can't leave the house. You are the three Matthew needs.

Piper: We'll be fine. How could Matthew even know about Quake?

***

[Outside Quake. Hannah and Matthew are sitting in the car across the street.]

Matthew: I've waited over three hundred years for my revenge. As soon as Piper gets here I shall have it.

***

[Quake. Piper, Phoebe and Paris walk in.]

Piper: You both go ahead into the kitchen, I'm gonna cough on Martin and tell him I'm highly contagious so can I go home.

Paris: Got it.

Phoebe: Love the plan.

(Phoebe and Paris goes in the kitchen. A waitress walks up to Piper.)

Waitress: Hey, Piper. Did your sweetie find you?

Piper: My What?

Waitress: That guy with the English accent. He called earlier to see if you were working today.

***

[Cut to the kitchen. Matthew, Phoebe and Paris are there. Phoebe and Paris are holding rolling pins and Matthew is backing them into a corner. Phoebe goes in front of Paris to hit him with the rolling pin but he grabs it and throws it on the floor. He then grabs Phoebe and she has a premonition.]

Matthew: Now I have your power. And I see Melinda's here. Good. She will die at my hand. (He looks at Paris.) Don't worry I'll come for you later.

(He pushes Phoebe on the ground and he blinks out of the room. Piper comes in.)

Piper: Are you okay?

Phoebe: Yeah. It was Matthew. He's gone, but he copied my power.

***

[Outside Manor. Andy's sitting in his car that is parked across the street.]

***

[Cut to inside. Prue and Melinda are walking down the stairs.]

Prue: All right, I found a spotted owl at the museum where I used to work. Stuffed.

Melinda: But we only need one feather.

Prue: Good. Maybe that'll keep it down to a misdemeanour. Look, I'll be back as soon as I can.

Melinda: Okay.

(Prue leaves.)

***

[Cut to outside. Prue drives down the street. Andy follows her.]

***

[Cut back inside. Melinda walks in the kitchen. She sees a blender on the bench. She reaches over and presses a button. It turns on and she jumps back. She quickly reaches back over and turns it off. The phone rings. She looks around.]

***

[Cut to Quake. Piper, Phoebe and Paris are sitting at the bar. Phoebe's on the phone.]

Phoebe: Come on, answer.

***

[Cut back to Melinda. She walks into another room and over to the phone. The machine picks up.]

Phoebe's Voice: "Hi, we're not home. You know the drill."

Phoebe: Prue, pick up.

Melinda: Phoebe?

Phoebe: Are you guys there?

Melinda: Phoebe, I-I'm here.

Phoebe: You guys need to be really careful.

Melinda: Phoebe!

Phoebe: Matthew was here, he could be on his way.

(Melinda presses a button on the machine and turns it off.)

***

[Cut to Quake.]

Phoebe: The line went dead.

(Piper, Phoebe and Paris run out of Quake.)

***

[Cut back to the manor. There's a bang at the front door. Melinda runs into the foyer and Matthew's standing there.]

Melinda: Matthew.

Matthew: We meet again.

Melinda: Yes. And the site of you still makes me ill.

Matthew: Funny. The fact that I can now destroy your line forever, makes you so much more appealing.

Melinda: You think I won't stop you.

Matthew: How? You made your curse before and you still burned.

Melinda: And yet I'm here now, aren't I?

Matthew: You're nothing more than a dead witch watching over stupid girls who are about to die themselves.

Melinda: You won't touch them.

Matthew: Too late. I already have two of their powers. I just need the third and fourth. I believe their names are Piper and Paris. Unless, (he holds her up against the wall) you wanna freeze me or use one of the elements.

Melinda: Go to hell where you belong.

(Matthew has a premonition of them adding the feather to the potion.)

Matthew: So that's why they brought you back, isn't it? You think you can curse me again. Hell, I might just kill you now.

Melinda: Go ahead. I've already given them the curse.

Matthew: You're lying.

Melinda: Am I?

Matthew: The one with the feather. Where is she now? Where's Prue? Tell me.

Melinda: She's at...

Matthew: Yes?

Melinda: Zoo.

Matthew: Then that's where I'll kill her. And then I'll come back for the other three. That way you can watch them die and I can watch you suffer. (He kisses her.) And then you'll be next.

(He blinks out of the room.)

***

[Bucklands. Rex's office. Rex is sitting on the couch. Hannah walks in.]

Rex: You lost him.

Hannah: We've had this conversation before, Rex, please stay out of my mind.

Rex: Well, did he copy Piper's power?

Hannah: Something happened in that restaurant though 'cause he just took off. And so did they.

Rex: Then why didn't you follow him?

Hannah: I tried. Why don't you just follow him right now?

Rex: I haven't mastered that ability yet unfortunately. We need Matthew to provide us with the sisters powers otherwise we don't stand a chance in hell. Find him.

***

[Manor. Piper, Phoebe and Paris walk in.]

Paris: Mom? Melinda?

Melinda: In here.

(They walk in the living room. Melinda's sitting on the couch.)

Phoebe: Are you okay? It was Matthew, wasn't it?

Melinda: Yes. But don't worry, he's gone.

Phoebe: He found us at the restaurant and he copied my power. He said he was gonna kill you and I was so...

Melinda: It's alright, Phoebe. But we've got to hurry before Matthew gets back. Did you get all the herbs?

Piper: Yeah, all we need now is the feather.

Melinda: Good. Prue's taking care of that.

Paris: How?

***

[Museum. Prue walks outside holding the feather. Andy's there.]

Prue: Andy, what are you doing here?

Andy: You have to come with me, Prue.

***

[Cut to Bucklands. Rex's office. Rex is sitting at his desk. Hannah comes flying through the door and lands on the floor. She stands back up.]

Hannah: I found Matthew.

Rex: I can see.

(Matthew walks in.)

Matthew: I need to find Prue and stop her.

Rex: You're supposed to be after Piper, Phoebe and Paris. I don't under...

Matthew: I got the power of premonition. With it I saw the eldest working on the curse. Help me find her.

Rex: No, no, no. There's no time to be distracted. You must stay on track. You must obtain the last two powers.

Matthew: But the curse will end me. They brought Melinda Warren back from the dead to do it.

Hannah: They did what?

Matthew: I will not go back to oblivion.

Rex: Listen, just listen to me. If they're planning to send you back, they'll have to cast the spell at their home.

Matthew: So?

Hannah: So, Prue will have to return there to do it.

Rex: Which is where you can thwart her and then gain the power to freeze and the element powers.

Matthew: I've already tried. They'd rather die than give me that.

(Rex gets a gun out of his desk drawer.)

Rex: Try again.

***

[Cut back to the museum. Andy and Prue are sitting in the car.]

Andy: Now for the last time, Prue. Why the feather?

Prue: I told you. I already had it from before.

Andy: Before what? No, go ahead, you can say it. Before breaking and entering a museum which of course you did after you obstructed justice.

Prue: How did I obstruct justice?

Andy: Oh, come on, Prue, don't play dumb with me, I know you too well. You're in a lot of trouble here. Trouble in which I can't help you out unless you help me.

Prue: Maybe I should talk to a lawyer.

Andy: You really wanna go there? You really want me to arrest you, is that it? What's the matter with you, Prue? This isn't a game, this is very serious.

Prue: Andy, please, you have to let me go.

Andy: No, I can't look the other way anymore, Prue.

Prue: This isn't just me. It's Piper and Phoebe.

Andy: Just tell me what's going on. For once in your life will you just trust me. It's your only choice, Prue.

Prue: Andy, I'm sorry but I really have to go.

Andy: No, Prue, you can't. Prue. (Prue uses her power and the air bag blows up. Prue gets out of the car.) Prue, get back here. You don't know what you're doing.

***

[Manor. Kitchen. Paris, Phoebe, Piper and Melinda are there. Melinda's scooping the potion into a small pouch.]

Melinda: We're ready now. All we need is the feather.

Piper: And Prue. What's keeping her? You don't think...

Phoebe: No, she should be fine. Matthew already copied her power.

Melinda: Besides, I sent him to the zoo.

Paris: She's probably stuck in traffic.

Melinda: When she returns, we'll add the feather and seek out Matthew.

Phoebe: Do you think he's gonna be hard to find?

(Matthew appears.)

Matthew: Not at all. I have waited too long for this moment, to hide.

Melinda: This is our battle, Matthew. Leave them alone.

Matthew: I will have what I came for. (He uses telekinesis and Piper moves towards him. He grabs her.) Your powers and your death.

Phoebe: Piper!

Paris: Aunt Piper!

Matthew: Freeze me, witch.

Piper: In your dreams.

(He gets out his gun and points it at Piper's head.)

Matthew: I said freeze me. Save yourself. No? Then save your sister.

Piper: Phoebe!

(Prue walks in.)

Prue: Save yourself.

(He lets go of Piper and she runs back over to Paris, Phoebe and Melinda.)

Matthew: Give me that feather.

(She uses her power and the gun flies out of hands. Then a chair flies up and hits him. She runs over and hands the feather to Melinda. She puts it in the pouch.)

Melinda: Piper, now! (Piper freezes Matthew.) "Outside of time, outside of gain, know only sorrow, know only pain." (Matthew unfreezes and wind surrounds him.) It's what you deserve.

Matthew: This is not the end!

(He gets sucked into the locket.)

Melinda: Yes it is. This is for eternity.

***

[Bucklands. Rex's office.]

Hannah: I followed him, he failed. What do we do now?

Rex: I don't know. We're gonna have to think of something fast though. He's gonna be none too pleased to learn that we have failed.

Hannah: It wasn't a complete failure, right? I mean, we outed them, proved they were the Charmed Ones, that has to count.

Rex: It'll buy us a little bit of time, but precious little.

Hannah: You should've listened to me, Rex. We should've taken care of them ourselves.

Rex: Yeah, you're right, Hannah. We should've done.

***

[Police station. Morris and Andy are there.]

Morris: You're gonna wake a judge at this hour? Are you nuts?

Andy: I'm getting an arrest warrant. End of discussion.

Morris: Based on what? Stealing a feather? He will bust your rank. You will be cleaning out parking metres for a living.

Andy: So I should just let it go, is that it? What about Prue's evading arrest? Am I suppose to let that go too?

Morris: Damn right. Unless you want to tell the judge exactly how that little lady got away from you. By the way, exactly how did she get away from you?

Andy: I don't wanna talk about it.

(He turns to leave.)

Morris: Trudeau. Take my advice. Let it go. Don't embarrass yourself.

***

[Manor. Piper runs down the stairs. Leo's there.]

Piper: Leo. You're here. Why are you here?

Leo: I thought I'd work on the plumbing in the downstairs bathroom.

Piper: Oh, now's not really a good time. We're getting our cousin Melinda ready to go away. Can you come back later? Like, tomorrow?

Leo: Sure. No problem.

(He turns to leave.)

Piper: Uh, Leo? (He turns back around.) Would you like to go out sometime? With me, that is.

Leo: I'd love to. Give me a call.

Piper: Okay.

(Piper goes back upstairs in the attic.)

Paris: Who was it?

Piper: It was Leo.

Prue: Is he gone?

Piper: We're perfectly safe.

Melinda: Then let's begin.

(Piper joins the others around the table. Melinda is dressed in her normal clothes. She hands Phoebe's dress back to her.)

Phoebe: Oh, we can't take those back.

Melinda: Why not?

Phoebe: Because that means you're leaving

Melinda: Well, I have to go.

Phoebe: Why? Why can't you stay here and have the life that you should've had?

Melinda: Because this isn't my time. It's your time, and Prue's and Piper's and Paris'.

Paris: We don't mind sharing.

Melinda: You three give me great joy. I've seen the Charmed Ones. Good witches. Women of strength and grace.

(Phoebe takes Melinda's hand and holds it up to her heart.)

Phoebe: Tell me what you see.

Melinda: I see the future. Many more generations of my beautiful daughters. I see my dreams fulfilled. Oh, thank you for that.

(They all join hands.)

Prue: "Melinda Warren, blood of our blood, we release you."

Melinda: Blessed be, my daughters. I love you.

(Stardust surrounds her and she disappears.)

Phoebe: I'm gonna miss her.

Piper: Me too.

Prue: We can always bring her back.

***

[A few hours later. Paris is sitting with Ed and Lorraine in their kitchen, eating dinner that Ed had cooked for them.]

Paris: Ed, this is amazing!

(Ed smiles at her.)

Ed: Thank you, hon.

Lorraine: What happened while we were gone?

(Paris looks at her slightly alarmed.)

Paris: N... Nothing. Nothing happened.

(Ed and Lorraine look at each other worried.)

Lorraine: Butterfly, we've been together for five months. Don't you think we can tell when you're lying to us?

(Paris smiles and nods her head.)

Paris: Yeah, you got me there.

(Ed and Lorraine laugh at her.)

Paris: Where do I start?

Ed: How about the beginning.

(Paris sighs.)

Paris: Remember when you said that if I've needed to get rid of a curse of haunted object?

(Ed and Lorraine begin to get pale at the thought of their girl getting hurt by an cursed or haunted object.)

Ed: Yes. Paris are you okay?

Paris: Yes, I'll be right back.

(She gets up from the kitchen table and walks into the living room to her purse. She opens it up and picks up a small black velvet box before walking back into the kitchen and sitting down in her seat again.)

Lorraine: What is that?

(Paris opens the box to show the locket. She hands the box to Lorraine.)

Paris: That locket contains a warlock named Matthew Tate. He's the one who turned in my ancestor, Melinda Warren in 1692 for witchcraft. He wanted to get our powers.

(Lorraine hands the box to Ed, who tries to open the box.)

Paris: Don't open it. He's trapped in there for eternity. My mom and aunts wanted to destroy it but I told them it would only destroy the vessel.

(Ed and Lorraine look at her surprised.)

Lorraine: How did you-

Paris: I do attend your lectures.

(Ed gets up to put the locket in their museum.)

[monsterhigh-cb]

Jackson's and Chaewon's past

"I think it's time." Chaewon speaks up, reaching over to hold onto her brothers hand

"Do we really have to?" Jackson pouts and sticks close to her side. "You can tell it."

"We need to go back 330 years ago."

"331." He corrects.

"Same thing-"

Trigger warnings: false accusations, hanging, detailed death, guns, admins bad writing skills, angst

Keep in mind that this takes place during the witch trials, so there will be heavy church and religious influence. This is not completely historically accurate

We are going to take the time to travel back to 1692, specifically in Salem, Massachusetts.

It was the start of the witch craze. Both Jackson, Chaewon, and their parents were all paranoid. Jackson was constantly worried about his sister getting accused of being a witch. He worried and stressed over it so much that he got himself sick.

Jackson was lying in bed, sick with what he thought was the black plague, but he was only being dramatic. He was coughing up his lungs as his sister tended to him.

"Jackson." Chaewon mumbles, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. "Jack, you have a fever. I have to make you some medicine." She gets up to leave, only for her brother to grab her hand to stop her.

"Chae, you can't go out this late. Especially with this witch hunt going on.. wh-what if you get suspected?" Jackson asks with a raspy voice, soon having another one of his coughing fits once he is done speaking.

She sighs and gently brushes back his long hair. "Don't you hear yourself? You're going to cough up blood at this point." Chae chews on her lip nervously. "I promise I'll be fast. Take a nap, brother, I'll be back before you wake up." She stands again and brushes her dress and apron down. Chaewon rushes down the creaky, wooden steps and puts on her bonnet. She pulls her sleeves down and makes sure what she is wearing would be approved by the church before leaving the home.

Chaewon quickly leaves the front steps and runs to the woods to collect some leaves from plants to make the medicine for her brother. She would do this for the next couple of days to help heal her brother. Every time she went, the council men would watch from the church window.

"I told you. You shouldn't have gone."

"Jack, I thought you were dying."

"It was a little cold-"

"You had a fever for weeks."

"I was fiiiiiine. Now continue, please."

Chaewon and her parents went to church Sunday morning. They left Jackson back at home as he was finally starting to feel better, and they didn't want to make him get sick again.

The family sat at the front of the church, so they were one of the last people to get out. As they were about to step out, they got stopped by the council and others of authority.

"Kim Chaewon, you have been suspected of being a witch and will be taken into custody." Chae forceful was put in handcuffs and was dragged out of the church. She turned to look over her shoulder to look back at her parents. Her mother was crying, and her father turned his back to her.

She was taken to the jail house and thrown into a cell with others who were suspected of witchcraft.

"My turn to tell the story!"

"Oh boy-"

Jackson was woken up from his nap by the loud cries of his mother. He gets up shakily from his bed. It was the first time he had gotten up since he had fallen ill. He slowly climbed down the stairs to see what was going on.

"Wh-what happened?" He asked in a small voice once he reached the bottom of the steps. His heart broke as he looked for his older sister. "Where is she?"

His mother opened her arms while shaking her head. Jackson didn't need words to tell him what happened. He ran to his parents with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm sorry." His father whispers as he does his best to stay strong and comfort his wife and child.

"I.. I don't think you've ever told me that"

"Because it makes me cry every time."

It was finally Chaewon's trial day. Jackson and their parents were sitting right at the front. Jackson had tears streaming down his face as he turned to his mother for comfort. He was shaking badly and couldn't look at his sister.

Chae's clothes had tears in it. Her hair was a mess, and she had dirt covering her skin. She also lost a little bit of weight due to mistreatment in the jail house. As she walked up to the judge, a group of girls started screaming and wailing in pain. They were faking it, but did it to get Chae to be proven guilty.

She looked over at her brother and parents, tears falling from her eyes. She turns to the judge to plead her side of the story.

"S-sir! I was only trying to make medicine for my brother-!" She gets cut off by the judge slamming her hands down on the table and yelling guilty. Chae falls down onto her knees as the group of girls go back to their yelling. Jackson bursts out in tears and runs out of the room before he gets to hear the rest of her sentencing.

"Kim Chaewon is hereby sentenced to death by hanging for the use of witchcraft."

Trigger warning: detailed death, hanging, broken neck, suffocation

A month passed, and it was the day of the hangings. Chaewon was up first to go. She had already said her goodbyes to he parents. She was hugging her brother before she got pulled away and pushed up the steps.

The executioner positioned her on the trap door and wrapped the thick rope around her neck. A bag was placed over her head, and moments later, the lever was pulled, and the trap flooring was released. Her neck was broken immediately, but she didn't die immediately. She was there flailing around until she eventually suffocated to death.

Chaewon was 23 years old.

Trigger warning: guns, shooting, another death

Six months have passed since and Jackson still has not recovered. He was just as sad and hysterical as he was when it happened.

Jackson left the border of the city to get flowers to replace the dead ones on her grave. He picked out purple ones, as they have always been her favorite. He got a handful of the flowers and started to walk back to the city.

There typically are guards with guns at the entrance of the city. They were switching duties when one of the guns misfired when the guard was loading it. Jackson was in the line of the fire and was struck in the head, just above his left eyebrow. He fell back and died immediately from his injuries.

Jackson was 22 years old.

-

"And there we go. That's how we died"

"I'm definitely not crying-"

"Sure you aren't... we still have the marks of how we died. I have rope burns on my neck."

"And I still have the bullet hole on my head"

"Well... the end? We wanted to get our story out there so people knew the truth of it"

"Please don't bring it up much I will cry-"

"He went through the worst of it.. anyways. We're ghosts now and are living our best ghost lives"

[beardedmrbean]

Oh yeah the old and new money thing(that the point of rose that she was old money but felt entrap by it hence why Molly Brown and Jack stood out in her memories)

Wait…you knew that…sorry so many people with lack of critical thinking skills

And about the post on here about the American exchange wizard at Hogwarts that casts Glock-19 or something like that.

Key and Peele did a good sketch of it

https://youtu.be/j-2ZxldMO-M?si=3D9CNRhRhBM4vFk5

But the whole guns thing, like when Rowling started to flesh out American Wizarding due to fantastic beasts movies.

Now Rowling did a “okay” job but I feel like there needed to be someone heavily invested in America history needed to help her flesh out stuff

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/United_States_of_America

Now like she wasn’t completely ignorant, due to the school Ilvermorny being co founded by a no-maj(the American slang for muggles) they are the least elitists Wizarding school and also merged Native American magic in it.

The problem is when Ilvermorny was described when I was…15? 16? Ugh, my mind immediately thought it was a the east coast American wizards school and there was other important ones.

Now she mentioned there was other smaller wizards schools in America…but I always thought illvermorny was like the Harvard where the most wealthy or lucky American wizard can go there. But it still mainly east coast wizards.

Crap I’m going to do a third anon that I saw a lot of HP fans pointed out how magic could works in different parts of the country. And do a fourth one after your responses.

Let just say a certain author in the hp verse might have accidentally spill about a certain group of creatures that exist in his books

Hint the stories heavily take place in Massachusetts and dc got a asylum named after a town from those boons 😉

Oh yeah the old and new money thing(that the point of rose that she was old money but felt entrap by it hence why Molly Brown and Jack stood out in her memories)

The bit in the movie where she tried to get the life boat to go back to look for survivors actually happened, Molly Brown was like that

Wait…you knew that…sorry so many people with lack of critical thinking skills

Old money new money, old money buys a Rolls that they'll have for the next 50 years, new money buys a Ferrari that they'll crash or be bored with in 5 years, ect.

This a quality one, K&P managed to make some quality comedy with decent social commentary here and there too. Office Homophobe and No Offense are personal favs when it comes to that.

Her America line up is just wow, not going to bother picking it apart because I understand fiction, I'd like it if people would stop making the Salem witch trials look thousands of times worse than they were is where I'll end on that.

Now she mentioned there was other smaller wizards schools in America…but I always thought illvermorny was like the Harvard where the most wealthy or lucky American wizard can go there. But it still mainly east coast wizards.

Texas would have a massive one but the east coast wizards would still claim superiority even if they can't magically lasso a cow.

No Maj thing feels silly, why wouldn't they still be muggles, but whateves.

I figure there'd be schools regionally PNW, SoCal ect, US has 6ish times the population of the UK I think, that and our obnoxiously strong independent streak would have us setting up different ones all over the place because of rivalries.

That might just be my brain running that possibility tho.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture REPAINT ~ Original of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.27 ~

"At Salem Massachusetts..."

Kimial Diehl : Boy, I'm famished, after all of that is done, I can't wait to see everyone what's cooking for me in store. I wonder If I could tell Ashley about the concerns of my existence, but wonder why would I want to join the school anyway, is it because of my ancestor, Am I related to a Japanese in the Ohkuboverse. My original name..."Kimiko"...Before I shed my name to Kimial Diehl.

*looking at a photo of Kimial and Jacqueline*

Kimial Diehl : Vermont. I've remembered that place, that's the only place where I could return to this country of mine, I don't know why did run away from home, that is Japan. But the bliss of I've seen feels that is like bringing back a lot of memories. No matter how many tries I had to take, I'd still be able to think that how beauty can lay waste with powerful storm begging for destruction maybe it should be me. That is too careful. My friends, my love, my everything.

*walks over to the bathroom*

Kimial Diehl : Do I have to keep the faucet running, maybe If anything that is possible to look in the mirror, you could see the same thing all over again. But why I do feel different all of a sudden, I see nothing but beauty laying to waste, but is there something wrong about my looks. Maybe I am right. Jacqueline knew that I was the only one who could fall for such beauty, I'm no pushover for being a hero that turns into animal or something.

*NOSE DRIPPING*

Kimial Diehl : Huh? Why is my nose dripping with...[heavily breathes] No...No this can't be! My...My blood is turning black...is it Ink? What have I...*exist the bathroom*

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 7]

Kimial Diehl : No! No! No! No! This can't be happening!

'I'M BEING INFECTED!"

"MAKA ALBARN...YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!"

"THIS ISN'T BLACK BLOOD...IT'S INK!"

"WHO TOLD THAT BLACK INK WAS A GOOD IDEA!?"

Kimial Diehl : There must be a way stop this from me turning into this! I only have to sacrifice, even in death, I get the feeling that I didn't want to be a hero, I just wanted Jacqueline and I to be together, but my body, is corrupting me. (pulls out a Knife) This...This will do anything for me. I'm sorry, Jacqueline. This is for you...my love.

Ashley : Kimial!

*STAB+BLOOD GUSH*

Kimial Diehl : (waking up from dream) Ah! *panting* ...Darn. Not a bad dream all over again. This is what I get for being a stubborn girl. Money, greed, power, yeah right. Who am I to blame when forgot about caring about our people. Was I too childish because greed and power? I'm not greedy, I'm not too stubborn, this is why I don't trust Shinra Kusakabe that much. So much for the DWMA going out of style, hopefully, this is what Shinra gets for being too stubborn.

*walks to the bathroom for real this time*

Kimial Diehl : Hopefully, this will not happen in reality when it comes to dreams such as expectations, but if I look into the mirror correctly, you'll see that I remember that I usually looking alike someone in the mirror [her reflection on the mirror changes to Inca as a Witch]

Inca as Kimial's Reflection : Remember. Shinra's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Kimial Diehl : Ngh! *shakes head to respond* Ha...[her reflection is normal] Just my imagination, or maybe I've come to a sudden fruition that pink-haired lady was my ancestor who died. If I was connected to her, could she be my ancestor all this time and nobody talked about it? Inca...The name of that girl Shinra knew about it, she's the responsible for the Witches of the Ohkuboverse. It all makes sense, who would've thought that she has a crush on Shinra, how did this happened?

[cues Giygas Intro+Intimidation by Hirokazu Tanaka]

Kimial Diehl : It feels like I'm deeply slowing going into a sudden feeling that the world of Soul Eater isn't the same as always...This madness, this soul, this feeling...What do I feel like that of the same reason.

Ashley : Maybe you had some head trauma, something about the DWMA going bankrupt or something...it's too bad that the world agree that they're no longer the peacekeeping forces, guess that Majo Detective Force confirmed that it was actually a subsidiary of World Heroes Force by Shinra Kusakabe.

Kimial Diehl : Shinra...Kusakabe...Did Shinra had been bewitched by Inca or did met every female human that he seeks? That means, everyone's...under influence of Shinra Kusakabe....Kusakabe...Legacy...Influence. If only I had been listening to my people...I could understand what the conflict between our kind and human kind should make a difference. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm no hero, I'm no warrior of Justice, I'm nothing but what I used to be. Maka...The truth is upon us. Shinigami...Not the real Shinigami...Shotaro...Truth...Need Truth...

Red the Demon : Hey, witch girl with pink hair. You feeling okay? It seems that you're acting a little weird.

Kimial Diehl : Madness...Truth....Hope...Despair. This...This is all Shinra's fault...I despised him...I despised him everything for keeping truth out of it.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Hey, Kimial! Wake up. [snaps fingers to make Kimial respond] Kimial!

Kimial Diehl : *responds* Ah...I get the feeling that I was in some kind trance going on. I hope I'm not too overdosed.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Good thing you're alright. I bought you something from Penny Crygor, no wait. Young Cricket perhaps.

Ashley : I know him, he's the guy that I will meet by the year 2006.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Good. Hopefully, this will make you feel better. Look what I got from the scientist, Ta-da!

Kimial Diehl : Is that...[On Jacqueline's hand is piece of Chocolate Creme Pie] dessert?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Try it, it makes the pain go away, I can't let anyone in town serves junk food all the time like greasy stuff...but eating food at a burger joint or Pizza joint is literally messy. So that is why I am giving you sweets from the bakery in town.

Kimial Diehl : Why thank you, Jacqueline. You're so sweet. [eats the piece of the pie with Jacqueline feeding her] Oishi! This is great!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Glad you like it.

Red the Demon : So...Maka's tale was about three teenagers, but why would she wanted to reach the end of her tale with two boys, could a trio reach the end of their tale?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : True. If we were under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe, It's best that we were pawns of the blame game, Shinigami was just a kid named Shotaro, should I say Shotaro the Dokeshi, second hero of the Ohkuboverse's chronology. Good thing I had the U-Watch from that canadian cartoon Martin Mystery!

Voice : U-WATCH ACTIVATED. LEGENDEX SELECTED.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : According to this, Darkside Death aka the True Lord Death, was a 1000 year old heartless created by Shinra Kusakabe before his 1000 years of death, his yearly long duty was to the protect that was created from the hearts of eight human beings that were Shinra and people whom the Time Eater annihilated for 1000 years. In terms of not just stealing souls from magical beings, he steals souls from the hearts of others and consume for bringing energy the legacy he created, the Legacy that is the heart of the Ohkuboverse itself!

Red the Demon : So that's why the world of Soul Eater existed because of three beings wanted to protect the heart Ohkuboverse that was created from the hearts of eight people, that were killed by the Time Eater itself.

Ashley : The Time Eater? As in the entity that scolded Shinra for creating the world and story of Soul Eater?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Bingo! And now we know why Shinra was angry or upset of the Ohkuboverse being destroyed, because his influence of the DWMA made everyone stubborn and arrogant, but in the Real World universe, his influence spread across the Multiverse were literally droves everyone insane. If any of us that we are the inhabitans of the Ohkuboverse, how Kimial hasn't facing truth from FMA while she ran away to become a hero that is greedy for cash.

Ashley : Not just greed, only power. That is the real reason the DWMA existed as Earth's peacekeeping was to keep the Inhabitants of the Mashimaverse going into contact.

Kimial Diehl : Of course, Darling. The inhabitants of the Mashimaverse were the ones that did it all, it wasn't our magic that wreaked havoc in their world, it was them all along. Soul Eater, the School, all of it, it was the Ohkuboverse's influence of Shinra acting alone as the hero to all. We discovered that he was alive after being resurrected as a lifeform of the Ancients, the ones that Chaos was based on his genes of ancestry.

Ashley : Like...Always, I had wealth, I had fame, in both the Nintendoverse and the real world, while you...you were only a girl living in the shadows of your life, you had no wealth, no fame, no nothing.

[PigeonBlood OST : Night Moorning]

Kimial Diehl : You're right...I was nothing...I was a nobody...I was never wanted, but unwanted. I killed every innocent people that I did something wrong, I unleashed a tremendous power to think that I could live up with the worst things that I ever did. The only reason I ran away from home that is Tokyo, because I was such a sore loser and nobody would even love me. And when at school, I was bullied, I only had friends and teachers too, whom they never really wanted. So...I had to kill everyone, causing another amount of energy explosion in Japan, right at the school.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Kimial...you killed all of those people? The ones whom they never wanted you in the first place? That's why you ran away from home, because you killed them? So the witches Realm...Is in the fabric of time and space. Mabaa, you, and the other witches had been Isekai'd to the real world because you hated Shinra, right?

Kimial Diehl : Did I really hold no grudges against anyone? I could never understand of why my heart is being torn to pieces. It feels like I'm being shattered with my only heart and soul. I was trapped...trapped within the darkness of my own soul. I had nothing to live for, I had to ran away to get out of the darkness...But even you, you were light, you were my everything, Jacqueline.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : So you really do care about me. Even though that you ran away from home, I'd still say that I finally first met you along time, I was right all along.

[Echo Night - Beyond OST : Track 13]

Jacqueline O'Latnern Dupre : The weapon Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre I know is gone, but in this world, I'm not just a human, but also a Phantom. I've been knowing that I was attached by the red string of fate when I realize, you should know that the details are not always the same, but I felt like that you didn't want me as your lover, think of it. Remember me at the State of Vermont?

Kimial Diehl : Yes, I do remember you at blissful place where we first met, it was love at first sight. I was finally able to get away from the shadows and then...I find you there at that tree...during the spring time.

Red the Demon : In that case...

Ashley : Don't spoil the moment, Red.

Kimial Diehl : [To Jacqueline] Jacqueline, will you be the love of my life? I am your everything.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : [grabs Kimial's hand gently] As you wish, my dear. [kisses her hand]

Kimial Diehl : (giggles) Come here, my big pumpkin. [kisses her romantically]

Ashley & Red : Woah. (whistling)

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Since Nevada has been quited down a lot since Death Weapon Meister Academy is going downhill due to unknown controversies, we should make things get going, the tear in the space-time cotinuum won't hold any longer along with these invasive threats, we gotta make sure that we're doing this to make a brighter future, who knows what the "future" holds for us in store?

*TV BUZZING+Radio Signaling*

Red the Demon : Uhhh...Did somebody tuned on the TV?

Ashley : Uhhh...That wasn't me who turned on the TV.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Whatever it is, it's not looking good.

[3 Black Noises (Space Colony Ark ver.) by Kencihi Tokoi]

Ashley : Oh, what's with this blasted piece of Junk. I didn't told that Professor E Gadd's scientific products did not requiring any of the fritz.

Kimial Diehl : Doesn't seem it looked hours ago. Hey, who's that?

Red the Demon : Oh boy. Someone's playing a raw footage.

Inca from TV : Hello, this is from the perspective of Shinra Kusakabe. My name is Inca Kasugatani, a Japanese native to Tokyo and relative of Kimiko Kasugatani simply know as Kimial Diehl. If you are watching this from future real world or the present-day Earth, then you should know that I was a normal happy citizen living in Shinra's world or tale for the past years of the Ohkuboverse's lifespan, but in the world of Shinra, I was driven with lust, obssession, and greed for power, and that happens that I overcame into a villain that night, it drove me insane! It told me that Yona wanted to bring us a new era for all of humanity. But there was no new era, it was all part of Demon Vibe's plan to sabotage his world and conquer the galaxy in the multiverse, but for me? I gave him platonic love and that was my only chance to make Shinra fall for me. So after Demon Vibe was banished to another dimension, i decided that we inhabitants of the Ohkuboverse are no longer villains and I'm forever haunted by the thoughts what has brought this outcome upon us, and I believe it was the Mashimaverse's doing. So that is why we decided that Shinra has the power to create a legacy of what he has done as a hero to us all.

Kimial Diehl : My god...This is my ancestor, Inca Kasugatani. This is something from Truth was telling me about. It is true all along, I never felt so stupid that why did I ran away from home.

Red the Demon : Hey, something's fast forwarding.

*Fast Foward*

Inca from TV : It worked! Shinra's heart and soul has manged to use the power of Soul Resonance, with Shinra's man-made son is born, I would no longer be a villain overnight!

*Fast Foward*

Inca from TV : With the appearance of Shinra's man-made son, we gave us all eight souls from our hearts that has an incredible power beyond the inhabitants of our universe, and he created the Legacy, a heart made by us that will be protected and cherished in which honors the legacy of our people in Tokyo! And then, my future relative, Kimiko, would be grateful as a hero too!

*Fast foward*

Inca from TV : I just realized that the Magic from the Mashimaverse is giving me a lot of magic after I crossed over there and came back to our universe, just before Shinra would reach the end of his tale. More importantly, we discovered that all religion was a massive ploy by two dunderheads that are the incarnates of the Sun God Solaris, which offered us seven Emeralds for worshiping them!?

*fast foward*

Inca from TV : I remembered when lie awake, I realized that I was floating in mid air and I have these magical powers that I'm becoming a magician like the Mashimaverse--is it Mashima verse or just the "Mashima"? I wonder why that name is important to me since all the pyrokintetic power system has ceased to function--Wait is that the Time Eater scolding us?

*fast foward*

Inca from TV : Shinra's dead, everybody's gone! Our universe has just been attacked and now I am driven with a broken heart and insanity! Oh we should've listen to the truth itself! Also, I am a witch, in which others will be inherited from me with the powers of love and magic.

*fast foward*

Inca from TV : Since Tamaki, Maki, and Lisa survived by using the Song of Time, I am now the only inhabitant left in the Ohkuboverse since the Time Eater and that girl has destroyed everything, including those shadowy things we call them "Heartless". And now I'm ranning out of hiding spaces, they're all going to get me and then something might happen will...

*fast forward*

Inca from TV : Well...This is it. This is my last footage of me, my platonic love for shinra, my heart is broken, my sanity no more, and...I lost everything after we been scolded, so future relative, Kimial Diehl. As your relative from the past, I have decided that I am giving them all in the multiverse a taste of my revenge, once all the seven emeralds, seven lights, eight hearts, and the 13 darknesses are in order. Once I initiate this powerful magical rite, it will never be stopped with the powers of my platonic love for shinra. Hear me this one out. All you ungrateful heartless beings, who took everything away from me, it will fear my loss and despair!

Homura from TV : Enough fooling around, that's all there is that you have to say anything, but do you have anything else to say before you die?

Inca from TV : No...I have nothing else to tell you that. So it's wisely that you should let me die for the sake of my platonic love.

Homura from TV : Humph. Very well, then. Suit yourself. This is the end of the line...for you!

Inca Kasugatani : [in mind, with one last smile] Gomen ne...Shinra-kun.

*Shadow/Robot Chicken SFX : Gunshot*

*TV GLITCHING*

*AIR SIGN OFF*

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Oh my Goodness, Kimial. I'm deeply sorry that you had to see your relative for the first time. And I realized that she was a naughty girl to Shinra with all of that Platonic love, she was not crazy, but madly in love with Shinra, maybe he had some of that Rizz from the Ohkuboverse 1000 years ago before the Time Eater destroyed it all, and here we are, we are still here in the real world, part of the multiverse.

Ashley : Who knew that insane pink-haired girl was madly in love with him, but he has his beloved Iris whom he died along with, and you are right. He does have some of that rizz tho.

Kimial : Ah shucks, fellas. I'm gladly okay with that. But I'm thankful that I finally get to see my ancestor on TV, a footage made by that girl from the future.

Ashley : Wait. You do?

Kimial : Of course not, Ashley! It's what I do. Now I remember that we meisters and weapons are relatives to the people of Tokyo in the Ohkuboverse's past, although they did screwed up in the past after the Time Eater and Homura killed all of us and destroyed the Ohkuboverse in both times. But I'm glad that I am finally realizing that being a hero is too risky, even if it's a tough job, that's how Shinra influence all of us, us as heroes of Soul Eater. Despite the Men of his influence for making us stubborn, we realized that Legacy was the beginning of everything for Soul Eater, it was cherished by Shinra's son death, and us, meisters and weapons as well for to those that followed the same footsteps as Shinra and the people of Tokyo as well, and how did our ignorance knew that the legacy was forcing us to protect humanity, it was made by the powers of eight hearts of our eight people from Tokyo. It all makes sense now, that's gotta be the reason of how did the Time Eater manage to destroy the Ohkuboverse, the only thing what destroyed the Ohkuboverse was it the powers of it's human relative Homura Akemi, the same girl whom she killed Maka Albarn in the future.

Ashley : What? the future? Homura killed Maka Albarn in the future, the Ohkuboverse's future? But Maka Albarn is the fourth and final hero of the Ohkuboverse, what's something that is left for her, but if the two Maka Albarns exists in both different times, what is something left from future Maka Albarn.

*Antique Phone ringing*

Ashley : Hmm? Phone call. Wonder who it is? [picks up the phone to answer it] Hello?

Penny via Phone : Ashley? I finally cracked the case. Looks like our little Angel Chaos lifeform is Angel Chaos Albarn.

Ashley : Angel Chaos Albarn? The one that attacked the American public and Tokyo?

Penny via Phone : That is correction. She is the resurrected and reincarnated form of Maka Albarn from the future. According to the Time Eater's data, she was scolded by Homura Akemi for not telling the truth and let everyone stray after the heartless tormented both her, Tsugumi, and everyone else like garbage for being arrogant due to the Influence of Shinra Kusakabe. But the recent isekai has came from the Emeralds' power that allows Maka to resurrect herself by going through the stages of reincarnation during Isekai, and become the most powerful lifeform in all of existence, the angel of death and God of Destruction. Thus Angel Chaos was born to bring destruction on those who grudges against her wrath as hero or villain.

Ashley : That explains the two Makas from different time, one's from the 1930s, and the other is the human copy from the Moon.

Penny via Phone : Indeed. But I highly recommend you that Angel Chaos is Maka Albarn from the future. She died without noticing from the truth after Shinra's influence has gone to waste.

Ashley : and let me guess, influence is also another thing for...

Kimial Diehl : Mind manipulation? You got me.

Ashley & Penny : What?

Kimial Diehl : You got it all figured it out. It should've been me, I was the one who should be telling the truth, not her, not Maka. If I hadn't been listening to the truth, that would make me an arrogant person. All of that heroism, all of this hero work, this whole being a side-character thing is nothing like being in the shadows. Do you know why I ran way from home that isn't the witches' realm. Because I despised Shinra's son for hiding the truth, the truth that I want to seek! And therefore, it's all stupid Maka Albarn's fault for letting me astray, it's so unfair!

Kimial Diehl : Like all I wanted was to be alone, but I realized with a sudden fruition from my heart...I had no one to love, I was never interested in boys. Why do I call Tokyo home, where would I grew up on a place like this? What place do I remember of being here?

Ashley : This is New England, and it's called living in America. This entire region was the place that you grew up on, and I believe that Mabaa isn't just one, but Six Mabaas that are copies to the original that died, Mabaa the second witch queen of and head of the order, have made a treaty with the humans of this entire country, where it all began in one of the original states of the 13 colonies.

Mabaa : Gladly Indeed, Mrs Ashley.

Kimial Diehl : I don't believe it. Master Mabaa.

Mabaa : I heard the entire thing, you are very truthful and correct. Mabaa is not just one, but eight Mabaas as one, or perhaps if my calculations are correct, then it should be six Mabaas as one in six of the original 13th states, the last two did occupied both the Volunteer State and Grand Canyon state. One of my commissioners informed me that the renegading snake witch Medusa, is not what it seems, and it turns out the traitor Arachne was already imprisoned before she turned clean, so...Do you know that the original Snake Witch was Medusa herself before she was split in half or perhaps, she died knowning that the original is dead. This Dr. Madoka from Japan is in fact the snake witch, the snake witch that Maka knew about...is an imposter, same goes to Jorogumo and scorpion demon.

Kimial Diehl : So if Dr. Madoka is really the snake witch Medusa, then the Medusa Gorgon Maka knew about isn't...her?

Ashley : Then who's the Medusa that Maka fought against?

~ Mission 26 : Dark Fruition ~

[boundlessexpeditions]

Explore the top 10 things to do in Massachusetts from historic sites to stunning landscapes! Discover the 10 best places to visit in Massachusetts with our exciting countdown of must-see destinations in the Bay State! From historic landmarks to stunning natural landscapes, Massachusetts is a treasure trove of cultural and scenic gems. In this video, we take you on a journey through the top 10 attractions that showcase the diverse beauty and rich history of Massachusetts. 🌟 Featured Destinations: Cape Cod National Seashore - Unwind on pristine beaches and explore scenic trails. Salem - Dive into the intriguing history of the witch trials and explore the town's vibrant arts scene. Berkshires - Experience the natural beauty and cultural sophistication of this enchanting region. Martha's Vineyard - Enjoy the charm and elegance of this picturesque island. Freedom Trail, Boston - Walk through American history with this iconic path. Harvard University, Cambridge - Visit America's oldest institution of higher education and its historic campus. Nantucket - Explore the quaint charm and maritime history of this New England island. Plymouth - Step back in time at the birthplace of the Pilgrims' adventure to the New World. Fenway Park, Boston - Experience the thrill of America's oldest Major League Baseball stadium. Boston Common and Public Garden - Relax in the oldest public park and enjoy a charming boat ride in the heart of Boston. Whether you're a history enthusiast, nature lover, or looking for a memorable getaway, Massachusetts offers something for everyone. Don't miss out on these incredible destinations! 👍 Like this video if you enjoyed our tour of Massachusetts, and make sure to subscribe and hit the notification bell for more travel tips and adventures. Share your favorite Massachusetts spot in the comments below! 🔗 Check the pinned comments for discount tickets on Massachusetts activities and stay tuned for our next video on hidden gems in New England! #MassachusettsTravel #Top10Destinations #TravelTips #BoundlessExpeditions #ExploreMassachusetts ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ➡️ Click on the Community tab now and join the fun! We can't wait to see you there. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 📌 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬: 0:00 Introduction: Discover the top 10 must-visit places in Massachusetts. 0:10 Overview: Brief on what to expect from the video. 1:00 Call to Action: Like, subscribe, and hit the notification bell. 1:10 Countdown Begins: Highlighting the top 10 destinations in Massachusetts. 1:24 Number 10: Cape Cod National Seashore 2:19 Number 9: Salem 2:55 Number 8: Berkshires 3:37 Number 7: Martha's Vineyard 4:21 Number 6: Freedom Trail in Boston 5:11 Number 5: Harvard University, Cambridge 6:00 Number 4: Nantucket 6:53 Number 3: Plymouth 7:42 Number 2: Fenway Park, Boston 8:29 Number 1: Boston Common and Public Garden 9:20 Conclusion: Recap and invitation to share favorite destinations. 9:37 Outro: Subscribe for more content and check pinned comments for discounts. 10:02 End of Video ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆: As an affiliate, I may earn a commission from qualifying purchases made through links in this video's description. They are at no extra cost to you. Top 10 Things To Do In Massachusetts | Ultimate Travel Guide 🌟 published first on https://www.youtube.com/@BoundlessExpeditions/

[the-firebird69]

Billionaire ZEUS'S with her lady 🔥🥰❤️ #mensfashion #fashion #zeus #love ...

Out of all these businesses and machines and things and everything that he was involved in even clothing and watches and sneakers and shoes and jackets supercars he doesn't really have anything that's his mark on it he's a nobody in a sleaze ball in a low life and Terry she's been was doing a lot of the work and his zero company is from him and the Buell but this guy doesn't have a claim to anything he's just a stooge and he's really he's a monster kill us on people and others tonight was growing up and I knew this guy as Billy Hicks and Billy Hicks was a subjugated and beaten down person and it was because he's evil as hell and in a juvenile delinquent way as well and he spent a lot of time in prison his different characters when I was growing up he was in prison and most of people in westborough were not in prison and somehow this idiot got stuck to me and it started in stow Massachusetts and he knew about my coming and stuck to me like this unbearing unending parasite that he is it ever can now finally see and I put up with him for my whole life and my family and the clans were devastated by these idiotic parasites and what do they have they're sitting on the most important sites on Earth and they're doing nothing and where's the tech go it goes everywhere and he's worth something to someone who is he woryb something to... Oh us... Yeah that's right this piece of crap does the job that we need and takes all the hits even have it all those nukes cuz we need to use them when are we going to use Butterfingers we're going to use 50 cal on everybody when we can withstand the radiation I don't really understand why you can't get it this guy and his son they're fools and they're retards and they just do not have the faculty to understand what to do right or wrong here and they never did I don't know why you expected to know the rules or who expects them to remember them when as Billy Hicks he didn't know any rules I need to really care he wants to come in and suck and suck and suck and that's what they're doing and the outcome is horrible for them and they don't know it okay they're stupid listen s t u p i d they're stupid they're like he was very low it doesn't change when they change their appearance what size they are still as dumb as a rock

Here you can see he's trying to save me and he's trying to rub it in whatever he's rubbing and I don't know his girls and they're all affected and I don't want to be near them and they think they can do what they want and they're ridiculous as well and a lot of them are gross that's a little girl that's going to get eaten by the shark trust me they deserve it they're sitting here bothering me and they know that something can happen and they don't care and the trash they are trash for this realm they're not doing a job it's real this job is not a job to help the max it doesn't help them educating me about everything having me beat up everybody it's probably not the greatest and their dog s*** too these girls are not girls they're old witches and they're nasty and they drag me around in the mud and inspire other guys to threaten me I mean the guys and these ladies don't maybe their hoses they're horrible horrible horrible they just try and contaminate everything and it probably helps with all this stupid s*** in the grass and I don't understand so they're stupid talk you're dumb they are done with people okay you look around if these people even the max do you think someone's home they're sitting there the whole time in the store and elsewhere doing some sort of accident and threat the whole time I mean it's like living with dog meat these people are already gone and they don't know anything about what they're doing I don't know why people say they were educated you had some sort of system and you weren't using these people no you were and you were having them do certain things now they're sitting here being huge huge dead people that's what we're making them into it's quite simple it was extortion and is too simple it's too straightforward and you're being attacked globally then you Max are going to lose no matter what kind you are because of these retards giving you up and frankly I'm tired of hearing it and they keep saying it's me

Zues

We're all tired of hearing from you idiots this is disgustingly stupid and you want to make it worse for him and we hear it everyday now I'm going to get rid of you you're all dying and you don't care so I guess we have to get rid of all of you

Hera

We're moving out to do the job and we're going to ice them all I'm tired of this show they're sitting here waiting for the storm the only reason why they do anything is too avant-gard it's gross they don't have regular lives ever which means we should be able to move in and wipe out their areas and it's true I looked it up the Mac proper would sit around and have normal lives but you guys are sitting there fighting all the time it turns into your area and it's gone and like a year because of what you are you you are ungrateful disgusting losers just like they say they made a society and come by and you sat there and ruined it cuz you don't know how to do anything else that's why

Thor Freya

Olympus

Then they say they're fighting over it and our son and daughter say that's the biggest problem you have he said what it was supposed to do is said you're so trained to do it that you have no clue what you're even saying to wich people and you're saying it again. And now you don't get it you don't get what we're saying you go around fighting each other when you left alone and the area just appears and you do and you don't even think anything of losing territory well you are a bag of s*** morlok.

Thor Freya

It is so entrained they said they're arguing it and we're trying to explain usually in society you have a society without us in the Mac proper here and you guys were saying it years ago and it looks like John reavillard knows the effect of you being in an area with each other and he thinks he's shriking the whole world. Is it a few things like that when I said you're missing the whole thing still and you're a little kid and the max are doing what they want with you and they're taking advantage of you and not only that but they're abusing the living s*** out of you and it is funny you're threatening me and you're being very rude and hostile so I'm laughing because you're dying being a stupid idiot but I can't afford it so that's kind of try and tell you and you won't listen cuz you're a f****** idiot

Zues Hera

We're stupid but we're trying to listen he says we can f****** hard they're these holes are all over Earth with ships in them some of these ships are what you call fat and those are that's because what you're looking at is what you see in Warhammer the center of the ship is bigger and wider even bigger than your pictures it's because the shape helps to get through the cold and hot of space they're interstellar and that's because they're petrified wood now he says that last part and he said it before we don't seem to absorb it so we have to go look at it and he says we probably are near cesario he said three years ago there's a ship there well I went there and I couldn't find anything that's true I looked around followed him if I see where he goes and I don't get it so I'm trying to scan for it I found several objects it might be it so he says what about pine Island it looks like that Islands the shaped like a ship because the petrified Stone would do that and okay we're sitting right away

Dave

Olympus

[blackcatxmagic]

"I don't really know many other witches here," Brook replied, "but I've got some distant family in town, and they tell me that there are a lot of us. It's why I came here when I left Salem - I thought starting over might be easier in another town full of witches." He supposed he didn't need to explain that Salem was a witchcraft hotspot to Dolores; that just felt obvious to him, especially considering what he had said about it already. "I hope we can both find more," Brook replied. "I think that sense of community will only help us." It was remarkable the change this information brought out in Dolores, and Brook couldn't help but smile; he was glad he'd been upfront about who he was.

It was difficult for Brook to explain why he had such trouble using magic, unsure of how to put it into words. How could he explain the way it made him feel? "I guess that's part of it," he replied. "Over relying on them. But there's more to it." He paused, trying to figure out how to explain this, and finally Brook continued, "I started to feel like I was invincible, that nothing should or could stop me from taking what I want. I was just, uh, dealing with whatever was in my way. It's like someone going on a power trip, only it was literal power in my case, and I couldn't stop myself." That didn't fully explain how it had felt to get lost to his powers, and there was of course the big issue he wasn't voicing: that the last time he'd used his powers selfishly, someone had died, and he'd spent the rest of his life trying to make up for it.

Listening to Dolores, Brook could tell that she was a solitary person, and he understood that. He was like that too, though that had mostly been because he was so busy back in Massachusetts, and now here he didn't quite know how to socialize. He hadn't had a ton of practice outside of work-related events and such, not since he was 17 at least. But Brook felt for her, and he didn't like that she felt this way. So he said, "You know, I don't know how much help I'll be without using magic myself, but if you want...I can try to help you learn more. I mean, it can't hurt, right?"

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At the good news, the nurse couldn't help but grin. "I just knew there had to be more of us here. Hopefully, now knowing you, I can..." She pressed her lips together. "Well... I hope I can manage to find more witches, too."

Listening thoughtfully to every word Brook said, Dolores tried to keep her smile in check. She was just so happy, it was hard to hide it. Even when he talked about dark subjects, like ostracizing and rejection, the sheer fact she had anything to learn at all made her borderline giddy. "What's wrong with how you use your powers? Do you mean, overrelying on them?" In all honesty, if she felt comfortable and safe enough using them, she would probably use them all the time, too.

Dolores scoffed. "No. It's been just me, all on my own," she said, before tensing up. "It's alright by me, by the way. I do well on my own. It's just that sometimes I'd like.... I'd like some guidance." She just didn't know where to get it. Now, however, she had a growing hope that she might finally be able to find someone.

[separatist-apologist]

Completed Fics- Elucien

Call It What You Want To: NSFW, 40/40

Elain has spent three years in Night Court trying to find the same belonging her sisters have found with little success. When she looks in the mirror, all she can see are pieces of the person she once was. She's looking for a way out. Lucien spends more time away in the mortal lands than he does in Night Court, unable to stand looking at Elain, the mate he didn't want and, in turn, is so terrified of him she shrinks in his presence. Keeping distance makes the bond bearable, though after three years, he's ready for her to reject it and let him move on.

Enter Helion, High Lord of Day Court. Realizing Elain is looking for something more, Helion offers her an opportunity she can't pass up and a reason for Lucien to stick around for longer than a day. Helion has more up his sleeve than just a little matchmaking, and his actions have far reaching consequences for everyone in Pyrthian.

Turn Your Ghosts Into Mine: 9/9, co-written with @highladydawn. Practical Magic AU

The Archeron women have been considered witches in their little Massachusetts town of Velaris for centuries and Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are no exceptions. After witnessing a love spell gone horribly wrong, the three young girls create a spell for their perfect man, vowing they will not love until they meet this man.

That, of course, all goes out the window when adult Feyre meets Tamlin Angelov. When Arizona detectives Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand Windhaven, and Cassian Sidra arrive on their doorsteps looking for the missing man, all three Archeron women will be forced to reconcile who they are and their place in Velaris.

The Last Of The Real Ones: NSFW, 55/55

Elain Archeron finds fate to be cruel when her youngest sister, Feyre, cuts down a wolf one frozen, winter night and a beastly Faerie Lord named Tamlin demands retribution in the form of her life for the Fae lost. Elain is dragged into Prythian and eternal Spring where a mysterious blight has made magic more dangerous than ever.

Navigating eternal Spring is made more difficult by Tamlin's infuriating emissary Lucien Vanserra and his sharp tongue. As the blight spins out of control, Elain will have to decide how far she's willing to go to keep her new home safe.

ACoTaR re-write; just come inside.

Holy Ground: NSFW, 15/15

Elain Archeron thought she had it all until she catches her fiancé sleeping with another woman a week before they're supposed to be married. Forced to re-evaluate her entire life in the city she'd always dreamed of living in. Blind sighted when her ex-fiancé informs her he's taking his mistress on their honeymoon, Elain decides to move back in with her dad in his countryside home just until she's back on her feet.

Lucien Vanserra swore he was done with Elain Archeron when he learned the news of her engagement. Setting aside his childhood crush, Lucien gets on with his life, makes new friends, and starts a good job in the town he'd grown up in. The black sheep of the Vanserra family, Lucien tries to keep a low profile despite his elder brother's constant meddling. He's not looking for love.

When Lucien and Elain reconnected on the dock behind her childhood home, sparks fly instantly and Elain is forced to reconsider what she wants out of her life, and if there's a place for Lucien in it.

I Know Places We Won't Be Found: NSFW, 34/34

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are two sides to the same coin, not that they'd ever know it. After nearly four years of ignoring each other, the mating bond between them, and their trauma, Lucien has had enough. While Lucien is ready for resolution, Elain is still trying to figure out who she is now that she's not human, and unravel her cauldron-blessed powers which seem to intensify with each passing year. When an accidental street fire prompts Elain to call Lucien for help, Lucien decides to take Elain from the Night Court entirely, effectively kidnapping her. Tucked away in the Spring Court, far from prying eyes, Elain will have to reconcile who she was as a human with who she is as a Fae, and decide if the man she's mated to is who she wants to spend the rest of her immortal life with.

Exile: NSFW, 24/24

Humans have been bred for the Fae for as long as the Archeron sisters have been alive. Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are used to the world they lived in and had a plan to escape to the continent, where open revolution has already happened thanks to famed General Jurian. They don't expect Tomas, human overseer for the Fae, to exact his revenge against Nesta's rejection of him, by sending all three Archeron sisters to Fae-held Prythian and the High Lords that govern that land.

Separated, Feyre and Nesta are sent to shadowy Night Court with feared High Lord Rhysand and his unpredictable winged General Cassian while Elain is taken by Eris Vanserra to terrifying Autumn Court to serve the High Lord's wife. Desperate to reunite, the sisters form their own plans for escape, unaware that fate is lurking in the form of Rhys, Cassian, and Lucien Vanserra.

The Archeron's are about to learn that the ties that bind sisters are strong...but those that bind mates are stronger. Set against the backdrop of looming war, each sister will be forced to choose between the person they've been their entire lives and the males desperate to keep them for all of eternity

They Say I Did Something Bad: NSFW, 7/7

Elain Archeron's fiance is a total stranger to her, though his family's reputation for cruelty and avarice is not. Dreading a lifetime with a cruel, cold man, Elain decides to have one last night of freedom. Attending an infamous masquerade ball, Elain meets a stranger who offers to show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. It's just one night of debauchery. What could possibly go wrong?

Cruel Summer: NSFW, 5/5

It was supposed to be a summer trip around Europe before Elain Archeron settled into life as a post-grad. It was supposed to be nothing more than a 2,000 year old wall built by a long dead Roman Emperor. It was supposed to be fun.

So why is Elain Archeron trapped in a strange world filled to the brim with magic and men in masks who refuse to let her leave? Something isn't right and Elain is determined to get to the bottom of her accidental shift in the world.

Or die trying.

Outlander-ish IDK you know what you're getting from me at this point just come inside.

Golden: NSFW, 6/6.

To save his people, Lucien Vanserra will marry his most hated enemy.

But to love her? Well, that's another thing entirely

Wonderland: NSFW, 6/6

In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor, Graysen. Trapped in a tower with her beast, Elain must unravel if she can truly trust the monster promising not to hurt. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep

Are You Ready For It: NSFW, 5/5

When Elain Archeron's roommate can't interview wealthy business man and school alumni Lucien Vanserra, Elain agrees to step in.

Little does she know what Mr. Vanserra does behind closed doors.

Or what he'd do to her, if she'd only agree to let him.

Throw Me To The Flames: NSFW, 8/8

Elain only ever meant to deliver a message to Vassa on behalf of her sister's court. She never intended to see Lucien.

And she CERTAINLY didn't mean to get in the way of a knife that was only ever meant for his chest.

Kidnapped, and dragged helpless to the continent, the two will have to work together if they want to survive

Right Where You Left Me: NSFW, 15/15

Six years after leaving his hometown for good, Lucien Vanserra returns to bury his father. Upon arrival, he realizes he left more behind than just bad memories.

The Fire Won't Burn Me: NSFW, 7/7

Princess Elain Archeron wants nothing more than to be reunited with her missing youngest sister and to see her father finally emerge from the fog of grief he's been living under since her mother died. When her step mother arranges for her older sister to fetch her youngest to celebrate Elain's impending engagement to a neighboring prince, it seems like she'll get her wish. That is, until her father's fearsome huntsman steps in and wrecks it all. Now she's on the run, hiding in the forest to keep herself- and her heart- intact.

In her quest to understand why someone would want her heart carved from her chest, Elain will have to reconcile what it means to truly be the fairest of them all

[battymommastuff]

Lazarus PT 2

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: The batfamily discovers a dark secret that Bruce has been keeping from them....even his wife.

February 1692- Salem, Massachusetts

You were a sight to see! Dressed in silk robes as your covenant danced all around you. You were the mysterious protector of the women of Salem, Massachusetts. You kept them safe from the puritans who tried to have them killed for witchcraft. Of course they were as guilty as ever, but they were under your protection....or so they thought.

Your eyes began to glow a soft green as you drained the magic from your covenant. They couldn't feel a thing as you did, only the urge to dance faster, and worship you even harder. You watch with a fake sadness as one by one the women began to decay and turn to dust around you. Once the last one had fallen, you stood from the stone throne they'd made for you and was trapped in a golden Ankh. You grinned evilly then looked up as Doctor Fate hovered above you.

"My my Nabu...it's been awhile since we were like this. You should have waited for me to undress first my love." You tease and wink to the sorcerer. You could see him visibly tense before he growled under his helmet then he lifted you into the air.

"You are far from your time." He mumbled then in a blink you were back in the time you came from. Fate pressed his hand to your head and you felt a pain go through your skull.

"No...NO...YOU CAN'T LOCK ME AWAY!"

"It's the only way to ensure order."

Now- Gotham

Bruce rubbed his neck as he searched for the batwing signal. He was praying that you weren't put in the Lazarus pit. The children didn't know the dark secret he and Fate knew. She couldn't get out again.

His fears turned out to be true when the batwing landed, and you stepped out looking as if you weren't on your death bed hours ago. Bruce pressed a button on the computer and then walked towards you, "You can't hide from Fate. You never could and you won't be able to now." He says then grabs you by the throat.

"Give me my wife now!"

Just as he was doing this the rest of the family comes running down the stairs and Dick pushes Bruce away from you, "What the hell are you doing?!? Get your hands off of her!" He yells and pins Bruce to the nearest wall.

"Awww! You didn't tell your family the dark little secret about their mommy?" You coo then wrapped an arm around Damian who jerked away from you and held up a sword.

"She isn't Ummi! Something has happened to her!"

"What have you done!" A voice boomed through the cave. A giant golden Ankh formed in the cave and Fate walked through along with John Constantine as his side looking rather bored. Your eyes widened and you felt a chill run down your spine. It's been years since you last feasted on magic, so you were powerless against them.

"Oh bloody hell! She's real! Tin Tin I always thought you were making up stories, got rather concerned after awhile but I take it all back!"

Stephanie looked at you before she stepped forward and stood in front of you protectively, "No one is laying a hand on her until we know what the hell is going on!"

You grin then sit on the hood of the batmobile, "Go on Bruice! Tell them the truth!" You tease then laugh wickedly.

"Your mother is one half of a whole. She was a woman from the time of the witch trails that got possessed by spirit that caused nothing but chaos. She went through time until she was captured, but somehow ended back up in 1692, and when Fate brought her back he locked her away letting your mother have her body back again. Y/N has no clue of this."

"Yes...that explains the illness, this particular pain in the ass burns out the host so she can regain control. The Lazarus pit just made it easier." John finished explaining. The room went quiet before Jason stepped forward.

"Don't you think that's something she should've know?" He asks then looks towards you who was still sitting on the batmobile. You needed a way to get power back into your veins, "It's her body and soul at risk and you didn't think to tell her? Or us?"

"That doesn't matter, now does it? She's all gone!" You yelled then started laughing. You hopped down from the batmobile and began walking around the cave, "Let's see...world domination? No...hmmm what shall I do?" You ponder then grin. John watched you carefully as you moved around. If you were such a powerful being and you were feared by many, why haven't you done anything?

"You're powerless, aren't you love?" He asks then smirks when he sees you freeze up. Maybe you should have made an escape instead of gloating.

"Y/N..the real Y/n has the magic, and judging from the way the body looks...she's still there. We just have to reach in and pluck her out. The thing is though, it can't be anyone...it has to be someone that her mind trusts the most, or very bad things will happen."

They have the solution, but who is the one person Y/N Wayne trust the most?

@lil-baby-nor