This is an all-around protection spell, but it can be modified with intent to specific situations. It can be applied to yourself, another person, or an entire household.
a tiny vial with a cork
black pepper / peppercorns
crumbled bay leaves
two tealights (optional)
a taglock (optional)
Prep for spellwork in any way you wish or normally do.
If you would like, cleanse the vial, but it isn’t necessary.
If you are using the candles, light them now.
Layer equal amounts of each ingredient in the vial, in the following order: sea salt, black pepper / peppercorns, cinnamon, onion powder, crumbled bay leaves, basil, rosemary.
As you add each ingredient, focus on your intent, and what you wish the herb to do for you. Do your best to feel the energy of each herb. Feel free to channel your own energy into the herbs to amplify them, continuing to focus on your desire to be safe.
If you wish to be protected from a certain scenario / person / etc., keep that in mind as you are channeling.
Out loud, or in your head, request the assistance of the herb’s energy to keep you protected.
If you are doing the spell for a house, specify that you would like the entire area protected. If you are doing this spell for a friend, specify them by name and request the energies be directed toward them.
If you wish to use a taglock (either for yourself or for a friend), place it in the vial at the end, after all the other ingredients have been layered.
Close the vial.
If you used the candles, wait until enough wax has melted and pooled, and dip the cork / top of the vial into the wax, to seal it. You can find a tutorial for this by @witchy-woman [here].
Carry it on your person when you wish to feel its energies upon you.
If the spell is for a household, keep it in a central room if you can; otherwise, anywhere the vial will be kept safely is fine. If you are performing this spell for a friend, give the vial to them if you can.
Request List 80, #2. “More lesbian fluff, please.”
haven’t submitted in forever but i will always be here for lesbian
fluff…i added in my own specialties by making one of them a nixie, but i
assure you it’s plenty fluffy! i hope you don’t mind!
a while now you had been enamored with having kids. While you had never
been one of those people who wanted kids since you were a child
yourself, you found yourself longing to become a mother, now that you
lived a comfortable and stable life. You had a great job, a house with
enough room, and most importantly, a lovely wife who seemed just as
eager as you to bring more into your life. You’d discussed with her in
depth how much care a child would be, the expenses and possible
hardships, but in the end you both found you weren’t scared away by
these facts. You were perfectly content living with your wife, just the
two of you, but a child would only make your tiny family better.
However, many hurdles stood in the way, one of the being that your wife was a nixie.
creatures for partners were no longer that rare, now that much of their
world had been exposed to the public, but much of society was not fond
of humans bonding with magical non-humans, despite the fact that many
were just as intelligent and complex as them. Nixies were one of the few
creatures granted marriage rights, but that didn’t stop adoption
agencies from denying you a child. Your wife, who was spiritually bound
to the large lake she was born in, could not travel far or work for
herself the way that humans could. This was grounds for rejection, even
though she couldn’t help it.
Frustrated, you and your wife had
decided to take a break from the process to look into alternative ideas.
You could always go to a sperm donor or surrogate, but you weren’t sure
you were comfortable with either of those options. Your wife offered
herself up to bear a child for you, but you refused. You knew that deep
down, she didn’t want to carry, and you had accepted that. Her offer was
likely out of desperation, you assume, as a last ditch effort to make
your dreams real, but her suffering wasn’t worth it. You loved your wife
more than anything, you couldn’t do that to her.
So when the idea
of meeting up with a witch came about, you were quick to accept. Your
wife had heard about her through the means of a few water fairies who
acted as her advertisement. With so little options, she was your last
beacon of hope.
You had been waiting all morning for your wife to
return with the witch by sitting on your deck’s loveseat, impatiently
waiting for her to peek out of the lake nearby. Your house was
practically on the water, close enough for your lover to come inside and
stay with you without risking severing the spiritual bond she had with
the lake. You even had a dock extension built just to the side of the
house that reached a door for her to use exclusively.
off, your head whips around as you hear the padding of her webbed feet
walk down the dock, talking to the witch as she went. The witch was
talking far more than your wife was, but stops briefly when she catches
sight of you. You notice that despite having to travel through the
river, any water she soaked up rolls right off her clothes, leaving her
as dry as land. Her clothes were well made but obviously hand tailored,
and she couldn’t be any less than 70 years old from the look of it. She
seemed grandmotherly, but creepy at the same time. You’d expect nothing
else from a seasoned witch, however.
“Ah, so the lady you talked
about is a human, eh?” She waves a teasing finger at your wife’s face.
“Lucky duck, I don’t see nixies getting their hands on humans very often
now a days since all these humans prefer city life and whatnot…”
miss.” You greet, careful to be polite. Doing otherwise would invoke a
curse from her, worst case scenario. “My name is Marina, and-”
cust you off abruptly, taking a seat on the couch on your deck. “I
already know who you are, dear, got to hear all about you on the way.”
She laughs. “Ol’ Keeo here can’t her mouth shut about ya, she’s so
Nixies can’t blush, but you’re sure if she could, she
would be. Fiddling with her hands, she sends you a sheepish look when
you make eye contact, shrugging.
“Oh, w-well…that’s good, I suppose. Do you know about our situation, then?”
She smiles, “I do, and fortunate enough for you two, I know exactly how remedy it.”
You jump from your chair, “You do?!”
do, but calm down now, it’s a commitment to pull off.” She explains,
wagging her finger, “Not only will I require supplies and payment, but
you, young Marina, will have to be pregnant for a few months. Maybe not
quite as long as a normal human pregnancy, but long enough for you to
take off work, you understand?”
Nodding, you sit back down. It’s
at this point Keeo decides sit by you, her cool amphibious skin a stark
contrast to the warm sun beating down on the deck. She places a hand
over yours, and even though she’s slightly damp, you don’t pull away.
as long as we’re both on the same page, let me get more detailed about
what we’ll need.” The witch pulls out a heavy book out of a pocket much
too small for it to logically fit in, and flips through the pages until
she reaches the chapter she was looking for. “Hm…so, I’ll need some
dried eel skin, and rabbit’s fur, a lot of watermelon, and…”
to herself, objects appear as she speaks them aloud, clunking onto the
wood of the deck. You and Keeo share a look, but don’t say anything
aloud. When about 14 different ingredients had finally appeared, a iron
cauldron appears, it’s side engraved with gold antique lettering.
Pleased, the witch turns to you both, hand out.
“I’m going to need a strand of that pretty blonde hair of yours now, dear.”
“Ah, of course, let me just-” You go to pluck a strand, but the witch stops you with a sharp command.
“No! Not by you!” She scolds, making you jump, “Froggy over here has to pick it. It’s only proper!”
Keeo’s webbed ears fold back as she pulls a hair from your head.
Handing it over, the witch inspects it for a moment before tying it
around her finger.
“Just for safekeeping, hair is easy to lose.”
She comments, “Will one of you go fetch some water from the lake for me
as I light a fire under this pot of mine? Can’t brew a good potion
without some boiling water, yanno.”
Keeo is quick to get up and
dive back into the lake, bringing back up a plastic bucket filled to the
brim. Where she got the bucket from you don’t know, but the witch takes
it before you can ask, dumping it in. The fire she lights is a hot
bright blue, but doesn’t
spread despite the fact that your deck is wood. She seems to be absorbed
into her own little world as she places ingredients inside, a spoon
appearing out of thin air and into her hands and as she stirred and
mashed the ingredients into a smooth, brown liquid. It almost looked
like chocolate, but it smelled horrid.
“And for the last
ingredient!” She unties the hair and drops it in, the brown changing to a
clear blue in a matter of seconds. Turning off the heat, the spoon
turns into a ladle and she pulls out a glass vial from her dress pocket,
pouring some in.
“There, one nice helping of fertility syrup.
All you have to do is pour this over Keeo’s nixie eggs and they’ll
automatically be transferred into your womb. It might feel a little
weird at first, but the magical side effects will subside. I can’t say
the same about the pregnancy symptoms, though!” She winks, handing it
over “Now, I need something in return. I can’t always do this for free.”
Um. I found this when I was looking for my keys the other day, an imp
took them and…” You pull a small gold egg, hard as a rock, from a bag
you had already set aside when the subject of payment came up. The
witch’s eyes light up, taking the egg and clutching it.
goose egg! Great for wealth potions or curses that involve greed.
Consider your debt paid.” With a snap of her fingers the cauldron, egg,
and book are gone. “Pleasure doing business. If anything goes wrong, get
your girl over here to fetch one of my fairies on the far side of the
lake and we’ll make it right again.”
You let a smile run across your face, “Thank you, we’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Ya better. I always like helping out folk like you two. Seeya later, dear.”
witch wades back into the lake, casting a bubble charm around her head
before submerging herself completely and disappearing for good. Holding
the vial, you turn to your wife and hold it in front of her.
“One last step, and we’ll be parents.”
takes about three month before you to finally get the opportunity to
use the syrup, as nixies only spawn in the summer. It feels like the
longest three months of your life, but when your wife brings in a small
bowlful of gelatinous eggs to show you, your heart practically leaps
from your chest. It’s a bit scary taking the vial out from it’s safe
spot in your dresser drawer, knowing that as soon as you drizzled it on
you’d have to spend the next few months dealing with pregnancy, but you
wanted this so bad. You weren’t going to stop now.
When you open
the vial, the cork cap transforms into a sheet of instructions,
detailing the procedure, what to do if you spill the syrup on something
else, and how long the pregnancy would last. For nixies, pregnancy is
about 4 months until you have to respawn them out into a body of water
to let them properly grow. While there were multiple eggs, only one
would make it until the end, resulting in a hybrid human/nixie child.
You had no idea what they’d look like or if they’d be bound to the lake
like Keeo, but you’d love them regardless. They were going to be your
kid, after all.
“Are you ready?” You whisper, holding your wife’s hand.
She nods, squeezing your hand back.
a deep breath in, you let the syrup pour slowly over the eggs, making
sure you spread it evenly. Slowly, it turns a bright golden color, and
the eggs start to dematerialize into thin air. Before they all can
disappear, however, you begin to feel faint, and collapse onto the
floor, going unconscious just as the last egg fades from the bowl.
wake up in your own bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion despite having
just slept. You can tell from the window outside that it had been quite a
while since you had last been conscious, the night sky’s stars clear
and bright even from a distance. Sitting up, Keeo walks in at just the
right moment and rushes to your aid, chirping like a frog would when
“Hey, hey, I’m ok. Just a little tired, that’s all.” You
soothe, letting her fret over you for a few seconds. She didn’t speak
english, but she could very well understand it. In return, you had come
to learn what her individual chirps and croaks meant, as well as her odd
hand motions she used to express more complex thoughts that chirps just
She seems unconvinced by your statement and lays a cool hand over your stomach, sending you a worried look.
really feel any different. Maybe a bit bloated, but I’ve felt worse.”
You explain, look down at yourself. “I’m sorry for concerning you.”
waves her hand, telling you not to apologize, but instead hands you a
plate of one of the few human foods she knew how to make- white rice and
vegetables. You’re not that hungry, but begin to eat anyway. You’re
about halfway through the plate when your stomach starts to protest,
putting the plate down. Did the side effects really kick in this fast?
“Keeo. Grab the trash can please.”
she’s quick to pull it over and hand it to you. You clutch at it,
eventually feeling your body run hot as you heave into the basket,
unfortunately losing the good meal she had made you.
hard, you’re thankful for the fact that Keeo decided to hold back your
hair despite the fact that she hated vomit. Rumbling in low tones, she’s
trying to get you to let go of the trash can and lie back down. It
doesn’t take much to convince you, and although you knew she wasn’t a
fan of the unsanitary (being a magical creature and all) she took the
bile away and brought back a cup of water, encouraging you to drink to
wash away the acidic bite left behind.
You feel guilty, but it’s
clear Keeo will have none of that. Pressing you back into the sheets,
she tucks you in and smooths back your hair, looking at you with
sympathy in her dark, horizontally slit eyes.
“I..I think that’s
just side effect. It’ll pass.” You say, your voice hoarse. She hums in
agreement, getting up to go refill your water glass, you grab her hand,
stopping her in her tracks.
“Stay? You’re nice and cold and I’m too warm under all of this. Please?”
out a chirrup, you let go knowing she promised come back. About 10
minutes pass before she reenters with multiple water bottles and a towel
for herself. Naturally, she’s always a little moist, so to avoid
getting your bed wet, she always liked putting a towel down as a
barrier. Climbing in, Keeo envelops you loosely and places her chin
right on top of your head. Cooling you down in no time, you find it all
too easy to fall back asleep in her arms.
Since that day,
you found yourself relying more and more on Keeo to get by. It was
strange, since you were both fairly independent people, but she seemed
to love to take care of you. The sickness eventually stopped, but then
came all kinds of side effects, one being moodswings. You were usually
in great control of your emotions, but pregnancy threw that all out of
whack. You were thankful Keeo was flexible, but you hated how irrational
you could become at times. It made you feel like a child yourself.
by the end of the dock, you spent a lot of time out here, since you had
so much spare time off from work. Often enough, small water pixies or
fairies would visit and hover in your general vicinity, protecting you
from whatever magical dangers could occur in your time outside, such as
imps or hexes. This was common for creatures to protect one another in
times like there, according to Keeo, but the unique circumstances of
your pregnancy made it even more important to the other inhabitants of
the lake. If you stayed around long enough, animals with magical
presences would appear as well, such as cats or snakes. Frogs also
gathered, usually never out of the water, but one decided to hop up next
to you, it’s eyes unblinking.
“Hello.” You spoke in quiet, soft tones, like you’d scare it if you spoke too loud. “Aren’t you cute?”
The frog, being an animal and all, didn’t respond, still staring.
“You’re very green and shiny, a wonderful look for a frog.”
Nothing. Why on earth were you talking to a frog, even?
a split second decision, you decide to go ahead and pick the frog up,
but it hops away and off the deck. With a wet splash, it disappears
completely back into the lake. Normally, you’d just be disappointed, but
for whatever reason, your mind seemed to swell with dejection, causing
tears to spill from your eyes without even thinking about it. Before
long, you were struggling to keep yourself together, wiping at your eyes
and sniffling. You don’t even notice a pixie rush off and into the
water, obviously concerned.
Within five minutes, Keeo comes out
from the water, the pixie nearby. Trilling anxiously, she hoists herself
up on the dock, webbed ears folded back and hand on your leg.
“T…There was a frog…and I th-thought it was cute….a-a-and I wanted to pick it up so wh..when I tried it hopped away from me!”
all too used to your emotional dips, nods in understanding and pulls
you closer, not caring much that she was getting your clothes damp.
Letting you cry on her a little, her ears suddenly perk up and she
separates from you, promising she’ll be right back.
Slipping back into the water, you and the pixie are left confused by her sudden escape.
takes a little while, but she eventually comes back, in her hands the
very same frog you had seen before. She chirps to it a few times before
it finally croaks back and hops onto your lap, looking at you.
A small but happy smile plays at your lips, and you wipe away at your eyes. “Y-you didn’t have to.”
Keeo just shrugs, nudging the frog forward. Hesitantly, you cup it in your hands. It doesn’t hop away this time.
Letting out a small laugh, you pet it’s back. “…Kinda looks like you.”
pixie laughs as Keeo hides her face in the water, just a tad bit
embarrassed. You can hear her warble under the water that she is much
better looking than the average amphibian. Releasing the frog, you
motion for her to come back up on the dock. As soon as she’s up, you
place a small kiss on her lips, your heart boiling over with fond
“You’re right, you’re much, much cuter.”
the end of the third month, you had grown quite a bit, your stomach not
as large as a regular pregnant woman’s, but it was certainly out there.
A pregnancy like this was bound to go faster than a regular human
pregnancy, so you weren’t shocked by how much you had grown within such a
short time, but you starting to get to the point where it was in the
way. Walking in narrow spaces was tough, cuddling was harder, and you
couldn’t help but tire easily carrying that much weight with you at all
times. Keeo, knowing you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, had
begun to build what you dubbed a “nixie nest” from wood, reeds, and
other plants that would naturally clean the surrounding water and keep
away pests after you respawned. She had also become hyper protective,
watching you like a hawk, unless you insisted she leave you alone. Often
enough, you had to push her back into the lake so she didn’t accidently
dry up from prolonged exposure to dry air. She was too stubborn about
caring for you, sometimes, but you couldn’t say you didn’t appreciate
Forcing her back into the lake provided you about 15 minutes
of alone time while she soaked. It wasn’t that long, but it was enough
for you to do what you wanted for a little without having to worry about
Keeo’s chirping about how you need to rest. Getting up from the couch,
you decided to make your way over to bathroom to change out of your
pajamas and into a dress. You could no longer jeans and t-shirts, just a
smidge too wide to button them, but as soon as you slipped the dress
on, a harsh cramp shot through you, making you freeze. Time stood still
until a second cramp rushed through, snapping you out of your stunned
state and causing you to fall to the ground. It was at this moment you
realized your water had broken.
She hadn’t returned yet.
to calm yourself down, you take a deep breath and stand up, wincing as
another pain ripped through you. Using the wall as a support, you made
your way out of the bathroom and into the hallway, walking slowly and
trying not to let anything slip out onto the floor.
At some point,
you hear Keeo come back, her expression quickly changing from confusion
to one of unfiltered fear and concern when she finds you in the
hallway. Chirping anxiously, she lets you lean on her for a few seconds
before deciding to pick you up completely and bring you outside.
sun was just setting, and the lake’s waters were just beginning to go
cold, making you whine when she dipped your feet in. She warbles an
apology, but continues to slip you in until you were submerged up to
your waist, rolling your dress up so it wouldn’t get wet. The nest was
built in such a way that you could recline just slightly on the bank,
but there wasn’t so much that you had to worry about the eggs getting
Coming into the water with you, she rubs your
stomach gently before dipping under water and checking to make sure no
other creatures were nearby. After waving some fish away, she gently
moves your legs away from one another, eventually coming back to the
surface and taking a hold of your hand.
The pain was getting
pretty bad now, coming in waves. These eggs wanted out, but you didn’t
know when to start. Eventually, you couldn’t stand to hold them in
anymore, and let your body go.
The eggs came out in bunches, each
push releasing more than you had imagined. While they were far larger
now, they weren’t stretching you painfully. In fact, the sensation
was…nice? The eggs provided a constant moving pressure against your
g-spot, and had it not been for the painful cramps and contractions
getting in the way, you might actually be enjoying this. Instead, your
brain was just being overloaded with far too many different sensations
to allow you any kind of thinking room for enjoyment or pleasure.
was trying her best to keep you calm, holding your hand and talking to
you in deep, rumbling tones. You don’t have the focus to listen to what
she’s saying, but you can feel her use her spare hand to move some eggs
away to the side. You were laying so many, they were beginning to pile
The bunches were becoming smaller and smaller, and as they
did, it became harder to push. You had to really force yourself to
release the last few, groaning and struggling to keep quiet until
finally, you let out the last bunch. Breathing heavy, your legs give
out, and you hear Keeo chirp a praise as she sweeps away the remaining
eggs. They adhere to the side of the nest, a good hundred some forming a
pile. You notice a familiar small water pixie peek out of some nearby
reeds, giving Keeo a thumbs up before helping arrange them so none would
float away. Once she was reassured that the eggs would be ok in the
pixie’s hands for a while, her attention turns to you, picking you up
out of the water.
You were exhausted, letting yourself go limp in
her arms, you only move to bury your face in the crook of her neck. She
chirrs affectionate phrases to you, talking about how good you did and
how strong the eggs looked, but all you can do is murmur a small thank
you in response. She places you on your living room couch, grabbing a
handtowel from nearby and wiping down your legs and waist so you weren’t
sitting with lake water all over you. Nudging her forehead gently
against your own, she gives you what you know is the nixie equivalent of
a kiss, and leaves to finish up tending to the nest outside.
she’s done, she warbles all about the protections she’s put in place
and how shocked she is to see you bear so many, though you aren’t
listening much. Sitting down next to you, you let yourself lean on her
and close your eyes. Getting the idea you might fall asleep, she asks if
you’d prefer to go to bed, but you reply with a tired no. You didn’t
feel like moving, still slightly achey from the ordeal. Thankfully, you
always keep a blanket draped over the couch’s back, so Keeo throws it
over the both of you, warming you up from the cold lake water quite. It
isn’t long before you feel yourself drifting off. The sun practically
gone from the sky now, you let yourself be lulled to sleep by the drone
of the TV and the frogs croaking from the lake outside, finally content.
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“It should smell like bread fresh from the oven.”
You brush a chunk of hair back from your cheek as you lean forward and press your nose next to the cork shoved inside the vial. A sharp, bitter odor hisses out.
Your nose burns as you spin. You grab the word desk and try to hold down your breakfast as you gag and cough out the overpowering smell of filthy socks.
“I suppose that’s not it, then.” Newt’s amusement is clear in his voice. “Would you like me to get it?”
You shake your head, still bent in half coughing. “I’ve – I’ve got it.”
Newt eyes your back before turning back to the papers in front of him. “You should try to avoid smelling doxy toe fungus in the future. Might be best for your respiratory system.”
You straighten and gasp in fresh air. “Noted.”
Facing the rack of vials, you take another deep breath. You studied Newt’s notes all day yesterday. You should be able to identify graphorn slime.
Newt scratches away at the papers in front of him, writing down observations on some experiment he’s conducting.
Is it red or yellow? You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to picture the page on graphorns. It definitely isn’t green, but it does bubble. Or wait, is it acromantula venom that bubbles when exposed to any light? What did that page say?
You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes. You must remember something.
Newt brushes the bottom of your arm with his fingertips. “You know this. Remember the rhyme?”
I turned to look, and there on the floor, lying amidst a pile of parts, was Miss Peregrine. Bruised, tied, struggling to speak through a haze of pain or drugs, but there nonetheless and gazing at me with those piercing green eyes. “Don’t,” she said softly. “Don’t do that.” Her voice barely audible, barely there. “Miss Peregrine!” I lowered the vial, corked it, scrambled on my hands to where she lay. This second mother of mine, this peculiar saint. Fallen, hurt. Dying, perhaps.
This is a spell I created to prevent sabotage and underhanded tactics from those around me. My tarot cards warned me against sabotage from some of my classmates and I needed to get on something to stop that. What I put here in the post is just what I did but I think anyone can modify it.
The general principle is it’s a little corked vial on a chain with my chosen ingredients inside. It’s supposed to function almost like a trap to those who try to sabotage me or act with an ill intent towards me. If they do so, the spell will activate and it will all blow up in their face and has the intent to show their nasty side to those around them so they can no longer fool anyone.
Ingredients I used:
A small vial pendant (I found these at walmart a while ago)
Onyx stone chips
First thing I did was pour some Chipotle flakes in there, just a little and then the Poppy seeds. The Chipotle flakes is for the “fire” or the “kick” that will happen once the spell has been activated. The Poppy seeds are for a few things. One to keep the spell “asleep” or “dormant” until it is activated. But also because I associate poppy seeds with illusion and even poison to an extent so that is used as a tool for their own poisonous intentions and it will all be shot back at them. The onyx chips are for my protection and are essentially used as the tripwire, so to speak. It’s there to detect the foul intents towards me and that will set off the spell.
After I placed all of the ingredients, focusing on the purpose and intent of each item, I poured my energy into the vial. I mostly focused on my breathing, channeling a fire energy, like a fire breath, to concentrate into the vial. I worked a bit with my dragon guide, Rivaz and he shared some of his energy for this! After I was done with that, I said the following incantation:
I have a sleeping guardian, who watches over me
I have a sleeping guardian, though no one else can see.
I have a sleeping guardian, he will not wake easy.
I have a sleeping guardian, on quiet days, breezy.
I have a sleeping guardian, if you be good, pass by.
I have a sleeping guardian, he wakes for those who lie.
I have a sleeping guardian, he breaks the nasty soul.
I have a sleeping guardian, he takes back what you stole.
I have a sleeping guardian, he has a vengeful rage
I have a sleeping guardian, you did not act your age.
I have a sleeping guardian, don’t say that it’s not right
I have a sleeping guardian, you brought your wrongs to light.
I have a sleeping guardian, you tried to work through stealth.
I have a sleeping guardian, you brought this on yourself!
I pictured my energy taking the form of a slumbering dragon, wrapped around the vial and it will activate with devastating power if anyone in my class tries to sabotage, manipulate people against me or work with any ill will against me. If they are fine with no bad intentions or hurtful effects, the spell will remain dormant. Finally I spread a little bit of glue around the edges of the cork and pushed it back in the vial to let it dry. Now I have a nice little necklace to carry with me!
Summary: The Evil Queen uses Hyde’s serum to separate Hook and Killian. After kidnapping Captain Hero, she asks Captain Hook to poison Emma, but his other half just refuses to let him. Season 6 Canon Divergence. Rated M for some lusty thoughts and swears. 1.2k preview.
Happy Valentine’s Day @cocohook38 from your (pitiful) CSSV! My name is Tessa and I’ve loved getting to know you these past couple weeks. Thank you so much for putting up with me. Between exams, performances of the musical I’m in, and coming down with a sickness, the universe has really been against me getting this to you at a decent time. I decided to post a preview. There is more to come, but I hope you like what I’ve written for you so far.
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Hook really does try his best not to stare down the food on his plate suspiciously. The Swan woman, Emma, sits across the table, prattling on about whatever happened at her job earlier in the day. From the window, Hook can see the Jolly Roger with dropped anchor in its proper port, so close that he could simply walk up to it and steal it if he tried.
He can feel his other half - he refuses to call it his better half, and has taken to calling the other Killian the “weaker one” - struggling in whatever brigg the Evil Queen has kept him in since their serum division. It’s a stark reminder of his task, the one the Evil Queen is paying him handsomely to do. If Hook can pretend to be Killian Jones long enough to slip the poison into Emma’s morning coffee, then her Royal Majesty Regina will put a brand new, shiny magic bean in his hand and he will never have to spend another gods forsaken minute in this land.
“Killian, you’re quiet this morning. Everything alright?” Hook’s attention snaps up to Emma, her worried eyes a sure sign that whatever she suspects, it isn’t about his true identity. For a moment, he forms his answer. It’s been awhile since any words that left his mouth weren’t cynical in nature, but if he’s going to do this right, he needs to really play his part well.
(Also, my apologies to whichever Indiana Jones movie I stole the ending from).
It’s not exactly Alistair’s fault – he never looks at his feet when he’s walking, much less when he’s trying to charge into battle against some darkspawn. He just tries to keep his eyes on his surroundings to make sure he’s not getting flanked by anything, to make sure that the rest of their party is safe as they slog through the Ferelden countryside.
It also isn’t his fault that Elissa and Leliana never point out the traps on the ground until it’s too late, until he’s about two seconds from one.
Sometimes he has the presence of mind to jump or to swerve to the side, avoiding the trigger…
So we are trying to get a house when we realized that we have a lot of debt to take care of. This is a combination reduce/banish the debt spell plus a money attraction spell plus a protection spell from more debt while we are working to pay it all off.
Spells for money & good luck 🙏🏻🍀💵🔮🙏🏻
(Charm has sea salt, pink Himalayan salt, Rosemary, sage, & lavender~~~ all from my garden 😊) (Green candle is lit for money~~~ smells like pears) (Cat is Uma Purrman~~~ diluted tortie)
Pairing: Ivar x OFC Rating for chapter: G Warnings: None Note: So I thought I’d try to post this. I don’t know how many parts this one will be. English is my second language and I taught myself so I’m sorry for whatever mistakes there may be.
- Chapter 1. Awake.
I stand with the woolen blanket tightly around me as I stare to the servant girl pouring the last bucket of steaming water into the wooden tub.
Her face is sweaty from the heat and exertion and if it wasn’t for my useless hands still hurting from the frostbite I’d like to help her.
“If you like I can help you wash; the queen says you can’t have your hands in the water yet.” Ida, as the servant girl had introduced herself as, have a hard time not staring at my white eye.
I look down to my hurting fingers; red and stiff unlike the rest of my pale body.
“Thank you.” My voice is a useless whisper and if it wasn’t for the fact that a bath was so tempting I’d like to go back to the bed I’ve been in for around seven days. I haven’t been counting, hardly conscious most of the time but seven days is what I’m told I’d been in it for.
She helps me put the blanket away and softly she holds my one arm as I step into the water.
It’s hot and burns my skin yet the intense winter outside is creeping through the wooden walls and crawling under the floor of the building: so the heat is welcome.
When sitting down I can see my own reflection in the black water. My hair is a complete mess and although they must’ve tried to clean me up when in bed dirt and sweat was obvious on my freckled face.
“Lean back and i will try to was your hair.” Ida instructs and willingly I do as told.
Her fingers massaging my scalp and attempting to untangle my raven hair sends a shiver of pleasure through my body.
If I wasn’t so tired and sore all over I’d like to walk around, stretch my stiff legs and find my forgotten muscles.
“This is oil.” With a pop she removes a cork from a small vial and a sweet scent spreads in the steam like a vail around me in the water.
I can feel the knots in my hair ease when she puts the oil in and soon I can feel it untangle and tickle my shoulders.
“You’re queen is most kind to help me.” I mumble when enjoying the treatment.
The queen, Aslaug, reminding me much of a fox with her cunning eyes and soft hair, had been most keen to have me washed and later fed when they forced me out of bed this morning.
She, a few servants and a healer had been the only ones visiting me during my time under the heavy furs; as far as I remember at least.
“Yes.” Ida nods, keeping whatever thoughts she have, for herself. “Would you like me to help you with the cloth?” She wonders and I nod.
I remember my hands almost constantly being in a bowl of lukewarm water and it had started to chase the frostbite away but it would be foolish to have them endure this hot water just yet. At least I will keep my fingers.
The linen cloth is rough yet lovely, scrubbing all dirt and sweat away from my sleepy body.
When they forced me out of bed this morning I’ve had gotten the usual broth I’d been served since I apparently got here and then I was ushered here to get cleaned up. But the queen had made sure to put in a short interrogation between it all.
But I can’t remember. I can’t remember why I was coming to this town on that horse in the heart of the fierce winter.
I can’t remember where I came from and who I was. I can only remember my name.
Why my name and not the rest? Why not everything but my name?
I’m aware the queen could’ve thrown me out but for some reason she hadn’t. She could’ve let someone else nurse me but she had been keen to keep me here and take great part in me personally. I don’t know why.
The angry winds tugs at everything it reaches outside and the walls chides with complaint at its force. Sometimes the wind howls like a wolf and sometimes it may even have been a wolf.
When done bathing Ida helps me get dressed.
The dress is deep green and simple and a modest fur and woolen cloak to wrap my shoulders with.
She braids my black hair into a long snake resting over my one shoulder before finishing it all with rubbing the minty concoction on my hands and fingers to ease the pain.
I watch her work curiously. She’s very quiet, rarely looking me in the eyes. I don’t know if it is out of fear for my eye or if she tries to show me some form of respect.
Truth is however; I’m most likely no greater than her. If I had value and power then why would I be on a horse between the mountains in the middle of deadly winter?
“What is that?” I blurt out without thinking, curiously eyeing a red mark peeking out from under the shoulder of her dress.
Ida looks to her shoulder, panic in her eyes and she pulls the dress up.
“Supper will be served soon but I will fetch you some bread and ale.” She scurries off, dragging me along and leaving me in the room I’d woken up in.
It’s small, the bed good but simple. A bowl with new water and a cloth is on a small table and the chest by the foot of the bed is most likely empty.
I don’t remember much coming here but I can’t imagine I had anything with me. Checking the chest confirms my thought.
Ida soon comes back with the bread and dipping it in the ale I take a few careful bites, not wanting to upset my stomach.
A rustle by the door have me stare to the gap, slowly swallowing the bread and a shadow over the floor make me frown.
“Hello?” I put the food and ale aside before slowly standing up. The shadow suddenly jerks and with a most odd sound it disappears.
In a way I’d like to open the door and look what it was but my tired legs force me to sit back on the bed.
With a sigh I look around and I find myself looking for something that would trigger my hidden memories.
Nothing seem to remind me of anything and I taste my own name on the tip of my tongue; but it refuses to give anything away.
I should probably be more scared and confused than I am about this. Anything could happen to me and I don’t even know what I was running from. I must’ve been running away.
The howling wind rushing through the doors of the great hall is snapping me out of my thoughts and the cold seem to find its way through the building quick enough.
Voices booms as soon as the doors are slammed shut and I lean forward to listen more carefully.
“I thought you’d never come.” I can hear the fox queen, her voice like honey talking to the visitors.
“The storm kept us back and we lost track of the doe.” Someone answers.
“Is she awake?” A third voice and I wince a little, hardly imagining it meant someone else than me. I had only seen the queen and servants all day.
“She is.” Aslaug says and the curiosity inside gets the better of me.
I open the door a bit more but the drapes and heavy nets hanging from the roof forbids me to see anyone but the queen.
“Has she told you anything?” Shadows plays on the floor but still there’s only the queen and her face twists slightly when she shakes her head.
“Bet one-eye is full of secrets. She looked like a rag when coming so she’s probably just an escaped servant.” A snide voice speaks up and a sting inside my chest pulls me back a step.
It may very well be true yet the way the phantom gave air to his thoughts was full of mockery.
“She has been outside in this weather, it would be hard looking like different. You should now about getting dirty.” Someone laughs and the snide voice grunts.
“Perhaps you have a friend now brother. One-eye and boneless!” Laughter spreads and even the queen smirks; sending a shock of heated anger through my body.
I have no idea what that meant; yet the way they spoke of me was like having my face rubbed in the dirt under the heavy snow.
They didn’t know me! I didn’t even know myself so to mock because of pure speculations was so below anyone, I’d think.
“Don’t mind them.” Ida pops up in front of me and with a hushed wail I step back. “They speak like that all the time.” She explains with a nervous face and I can see how she wants to cover up the red mark on her shoulder once more but holds the impulse back.
“One of them out there did that to you?” For some reason it makes me very upset. I may not know Ida but I have a hard time imagining one could be more timid and shy. Hurting someone so timid and shy; perhaps the people outside is just as repulsive as they made themselves sound.
“The food is served and the queen has requested you.” She moves so I can walk past her and with a small gulp I have to force my feet to move. I don’t feel like meeting the voices behind the drapes. However it would be most rude of me to deny the request when the queen had done nothing but helping me.
There’s four of them. Four young men now all sitting around the table with Aslaug situated on the far end of it.
I stop as Ida nods to a free seat beside one of them; tall and with his braid still wet from the snow outside.
“Hedda, come sit! This is my sons Ubbe-” she nods to the one moving slightly to the side so your given seat grows bigger.
“Sigurd and Hvitserk-” the one named Hvitserk smirks and the other one just stares as if he’d seen a ghost.
“And Ivar.” He’s the only one with dark hair, his blue eyes intense where he eyes me like I’m some horse on the market.
“Hello.” A meek voice out of shape; spitting out how uncomfortable I am all over he table.
The one named Ubbe trying a soft smile before nodding to where Ida had guided me seconds ago.
I sit down, keeping my distance and I try to stare down at my plate and avoid their gazes like heavy stone upon me.
“You have met Ivar before but I doubt you remember.” Aslaug breaks the silence whilst Ida walks around filling the cups with ale.
The one named Sigurd following her with his eyes being the only one not staring you down.
“No I- I’m afraid I don’t.” I chew my lip as I look to the mentioned man across the table.
He simply grins, rolling his tongue along the bottom row of white teeth and a shiver of unease spreads within.
“Don’t be sorry, you haven’t missed much.” Ubbe snickers beside me whilst sipping his ale and Ivar glares at him.
“Enough. Let us eat. I’m sure Hedda must be starving.” The queen puts an temporary end to the teasing and curious eyes around the table and all focus is put on the roasted chickens waiting on a tray at the middle of the wooden table.
Are they living here? Are these four men going to be around all the time now?
My chest churns at the thought and all the time nibbling at the tender chicken i feel aware of so much, yet I can’t put my finger on just what it is.
Schneeplestein ambled about Sean’s house, quite bored. It was Halloween time, so he wasn’t all the rage. It was Anti. Ugh, he grimaced at the name. They had never been friendly. Doctors and viruses never are. After fuming for a bit, Schneeple realized how quiet it was. Definitely not a good thing, especially with Sean. If he wasn’t screaming, something was up.
He speed-walked to Sean’s recording room. He opened the door slowly and jumped in shock. Sean was laying unconscious with his head on the table. His neck had a gaping wound and he was losing a lot of blood. Schneeple’s eyebrows lowered in anger.
He gritted his teeth underneath his mask and rushed over to Sean. He picked him up sloppily and lugged him to his operation room.
After about an hour, Sean had been stitched up again, but was still unconscious.
‘It’ll take him a couple days to wake up…’ Schneeple thought to himself as he stared at Sean laying in his bed. His face was pale and he looked quite sick.
Schneeple knew he’d be alright though, his work had never failed before. He strolled out of Sean’s bedroom and back to his operating room to do some work.
Anti stood still in the recording room, fuming.
“That fokin’ doctor, screwin’ me up again!”
He snarled to no one in particular and began to think. After awhile, a thought occurred to him. Anti smiled deviously. “If the doctor keeps getting in my way, I’ll never get this done…”
“But if I *use* the doctor… oh this will be good!”
Anti began to chuckle to himself, and little did he know his opportunity was being made by the doctor as he spoke…
Doctor Schneeplestein had finally finished his project. He created a formula that would wake Sean up sooner so people would worry less. “The sooner he wakes up, the better,” Schneeple muttered to himself as he finished the concoction. He poured it into a vial and corked it. He would give it to Sean tomorrow. The doctor left to check on him, as Anti had been pretty rough with him. He shut the door behind him and locked it.
Anti slipped under the door. He saw the vial and grinned.
'Just what I need…’ he thought.
He walked slowly towards Schneeple’s desk and grabbed scalpel. Anti slit his wrist and plopped a few drops of his black blood into the vial. Before he left, he glanced at Schneeple’s notebook entry and chuckled.
'I’m giving the vial to Sean tomorrow. It’ll wake him up sooner. Won’t cause mass panic. Little bastard got him good. Operation took nearly an hour. If this plan gets compromised, things won’t go back to normal any time soon…’
He smiled and slipped away.
“Oh believe me old friend, things won’t be going back to normal for a *long* time after what I’ve got planned…”
Sean was not reacting well to the antidote Schneeple had given him. He had woken up, sure, but he looked sicker than ever. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin was pale, and he would often cough up blood. Schneeple was getting nervous. He didn’t want to have to operate on Sean again but he might not have any other choice. He seemed to be getting thinner everyday, even if he ate. Anti had noticed the stress he was causing, and he loved it. Everything was going to plan. After 2 weeks, he checked Schneeple’s notebook again.
'I have no other choice. I have to operate. If I don’t, he may die. And if he dies, there’s going to be mass panic. The last thing we need is more publicity. I’m sure Anti is ecstatic over all of this. Bet he’s glad he’s finally getting the recognition he 'deserves’. He’s fucked up in the head. I really need to find a way to get rid of him. I am a doctor after all.’
Anti jumped when he heard the door begin to open. He hid in a shadowy corner of the lab as Schneeple rolled Sean in and helped him on the operating table. Sean was coughing, and he looked pale and thin.
“Doc, why are we doing this again?”
“Because I need to figure out what’s wrong with you.”
“Is there any other way to do it?”
“No, besides you’ll be on anesthesia so you won’t feel anything.”
“Fine, just… don’t be too long…”
“I won’t, believe me, I want you to live too.”
Anti watched silently as Schneeplestine strapped Sean down and revved up the anesthesia. In a few minutes, Sean was unconscious.
'This is my chance…’
Anti slipped over towards Schneeple and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Peek a boo!” He yelled.
Schneeple looked annoyed.
“Get out of here, Anti. I have work to do.”
“Why are you helping him?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“What’s he ever done for you? He passes us all off as editing.”
“Oh, c'mon doc. He ain’t gonna last forever. Just end it now.”
“If you are implying that I will kill him, you are sadly mistaken. I’m a doctor, my job is to get rid of viruses like you.”
“Why don’t you just try it?”
“Get out of here.”
“What’s wrong? Are you in denial?”
“Are ya questioning how good you really are?”
“Get out of here, Anti..”
While he spoke, snakelike tendrils began to make their way around Schneeple’s neck, nearly choking him.
Schneeple snapped out of his trance like state and noticed the tendrils. He grabbed a scalpel and lunged at Anti. Anti dodged and grabbed his wrist.
Schneeple had a look of horror on his face as Anti shoved his wrist towards him, lodging the scalpel in his chest.
Schneeple was on the floor, wheezing heavily.
“Don’t… d-do it…” he said, his words shaking as he spoke.
Anti leaned down beside him and held out his clawlike hand. Schneeple stared into Anti’s emotionless eyes with fear. Anti snatched a larger cutting tool from the operating table and slit his throat.
Anti stood above his lifeless, bloody body on the chilling floor. He then walked over to deal with Sean once and for all. He unhooked the anesthesia machine and waited for Sean to wake up. When he opened his eyes he began to speak.
“Hey, doc. We done al-”
He stopped dead in his sentence when he saw Anti staring back at him, smiling.
“No no no, I’m not doing this again!”
Sean began to struggle against the restraints on the operating table.
“Oh, come now, there’s no pint in struggling. Those are industrial.”
“Where is the doctor?! What the hell did you do?!”
“You ask too many questions! Let’s get to the fun part…”
Anti walked over to the table where the operating tools were. Sean saw Schneeple’s bloody body on the floor and began to panic.
He was helpless and trapped while he was in the same room with a homicidal maniac that had access to operating tools. Not a good mix. He saw Anti pick up a pair of scissors and another scalpel.
Sean continued to struggle against the restraints even though he knew it was pointless. He was going to die. He was going to die a slow and painful death at the hands of the monster he’d created.
“Y-you could’ve at least left the anesthesia on..” Sean muttered.
Anti laughed deviously and turned around.
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