origin of eight

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A family vacation, if you will?

A History of Violence

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

(part one of two)

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, murder, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth

Words: 3800+

Beta: The always wonderful @saxxxology

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The Raid

It’s just after one in the afternoon and you’re cutting the crust from a peanut butter sandwich. “Liam, you want jelly on yours?”

You son looks up from up his sea of building blocks with a grimace on his face. “No!”

“Alright, no jelly,” you confirm. His cheeks are pink, hair stuck to his forehead. The air conditioning broke two days ago and Sam promised to have one of his guys come by to look at it by tonight. “You look hot buddy, why don’t you come in here.”

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Enneagram Cliques

Rad Girls: nines, sixes, ones
Sad Girls: fours, twos, fives
Bad Girls: eights, sevens, threes

Centuries in the Making: Part 6

Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You move around the kitchen as quietly as you can, painfully aware that you’re in a house full of vampires. Despite this fact, when you turn around to find a woman watching you, you nearly have a heart attack.

    She gives you a small smile, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

    You place a hand over your heart, “It’s becoming the norm.” That’s when you notice Hope in her arms. You give her a small smile, “You must be Hayley, Hope’s mother. Rebekah told me about you.”

    She smiles back, “And you must be Y/N. Klaus gave me about three sentences of information on you.”

    You shrug, “Not much to tell, to be honest.”

    She takes a seat, Hope still fast asleep in her arms, “Soulmate to one of the original vampires, Rebekah’s roommate for eight months, my daughter’s babysitter? There has to be something else there.”

    You shrug, “Sorry to disappoint.”

    “What about your family?”

    You smile, and slide the plate of food you’d made in front of her, “Woefully normal. They run a small business, in a small town, in Georgia.”

    “Siblings?”

    You nod, “Three older brothers, all married with kids.”

    “So, you’re the youngest?”

    You nod, “I go back about twice a year, spoil my nieces and nephews rotten, fill them up on sugar, and then run out of town.”

    She lets out a laugh, “So slightly diabolical. You’ll fit in well.” She takes a bit of the eggs with her free hand and lets out a groan, “This is amazing.”

    “Mama made sure all her kids knew how to cook. My brother Lionel is the best. Owns a small restaurant in town. It’s always packed.” She simply takes another bite of food and you start fixing more. The kitchen remains quiet except for the sound of eggs in the skillet, right up until Klaus walks in.

    He’s wearing a grin that you know means trouble, “Good morning, all.”

    Seamlessly, Hayley passes Hope to her father, and you can see the suspicion on her face, “And why are you in such a good mood?”

    “The planning of a murder always puts me in a good mood. As the mother of my child, you should know that. What doesn’t put me in a good mood is finding out that you left our daughter in the hands of an elderly wolf while you went and saved a traitor with a man who is apparently my biological father raised from the dead.”

    You move the food off the heat, and move across the kitchen. You take Hope from her father’s arms and you’re more than a little surprised to find that he simply passes her to you. Fully awake now, the baby snuggles into your chest while her parents argue. You bounce her, and when the first punch flies, you immediately head up stairs.

    You take her into your room, and find Elijah there. He’s awake and dressed, and he smiles at the sight of you. “I see we have a visitor.”

    You pass the baby to Elijah, “Hayley and Klaus are fighting, apparently his father is back from the dead.”

    He nods, “That’s what my brother was confronting my mother about last night. It’s her bribe to get him to accept her deal.”

    You sit at the end of the bed “To become human?”

    He nods, and sits next to you, “Indeed… you seem to be handling this all very well.”

    “Surprises me, too. I imagine a freakout will come at some point. Just not yet.” There’s the sound of crashes down stairs, and Hope’s lips start to pucker. Your hands immediately go to your face for an impromptu game of peekaboo. It keeps the baby calm until the crashes stop, and her mother comes to the door.

    Her clothes are tattered, and her hair is in disarray. She smiles at you, “Thanks for getting her out of there.”

“No problem.” She takes the baby from Elijah’s arms.

“Klaus and I are taking Hope to the Bayou for the day. It won’t be long before word starts to spread, and we might have come up with a way to gain her more protection.”

Elijah’s hand covers your own, “Good luck.”

She smiles, “Thanks, we’re going to need it.”

You watch her go, and when she closes the door, you turn to Elijah, “Does this mean we have time to ourselves? Like normal time? No werewolves chasing us? No witches coming straight for us? No psychotic parents?”

He lets out a laugh, “Not at the moment.”

“Then what are we going to do with ourselves?”

He pulls you onto his lap, “I thought we could go shopping. Replace the things you lost when your home was attacked.”

You pause at that, “Speaking of which, have you heard from Rebekah? It’s been a few days.”

Elijah kisses you, “Your concern is touching, but I assure you the matter has been taken care of.”

You look at him, “Taken care of how?”

He kisses you again, and you can feel your stomach fill with butterflies, “I sent an old friend of hers to locate her. He’s quite capable, I assure you.” You stare at him for a moment, before standing up and going to get dressed in something other than pajamas.

Elijah had always had a bit of a problem with spoiling the women he loved and cared about. He’d always been willing to buy Rebekah whatever she wished despite his sister having assets of her own. The same could be said of Katerina, and later Celeste.

But with you he found it was different. You searched for practical things, instead of high end places. You were used to a budget, and you shopped with the eye of a bargain hunter. The two of you had argued for ten minutes when he’d laid down his credit card.

You’d argued that you had a modest savings and that you were not going to mooch off of him. He had argued that the two of you were connected for the rest of eternity and what was his was yours. In the end, you had compromised. He had let you buy the clothes at your chosen store, but he got to buy at his chosen store.

You’d been willing to humor him, until you saw where he was dragging you to. You’d turned around and started walking the other way, but he had captured your hand and led you in with all the confidence of someone who regularly bought nine thousand dollar suits.

It hadn’t been everyday wear, instead it was party dresses and ballgowns. The kind your mother had bought for homecoming court and the annual county pageant. On the other hand, Elijah had better taste than your mother. He was also very smart, he refused to let you see the price tag of anything he bought. You decided to let it go. Relationships were about give and take, and you’d both won a little something today.

Still, by the time you got home you were more than a little exhausted. Shopping had that power over you. Your mother had been the queen of all day shopping trips. “Well it’s about bloody time you got back.” You eyes stop on the blonde in sitting in front of you, “Elijah please tell me you didn’t let her pick her own clothes.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him smile, “Y/N is a big girl, I assure you, and more than capable of picking out her own outfits. Welcome home, sister.”

Rebekah simply rolls her eyes, “Three days I wandered around that town with a werewolf bite, and instead of coming yourself, you send Marcel?”

Elijah sets the bags down, “I’m afraid I’ve been a bit busy.”

Her eyes narrow, “With what, exactly?”

You watch as a small smile takes over his face, “She said my words Rebekah, and I said hers. They match.”

You watch her eyes go wide, and in the blink of an eye she’s in front of you, “Show me.” It’s a demand if you’ve ever heard one, and you briefly consider asking her what the magic word is. Instead, you pull your shirt down and slightly over to show her Elijah’s words on your skin.

The smile that takes over her face is one of joy, and a second later she has her brother in a hug, “You are forgiven.” She squeezes him tight, “I am so happy for you ‘Lijah.”

He kisses her cheek, “Thank you, Rebekah.”

She turns to you, “That makes you my sister, and me a matchmaker.” You open your mouth to contradict that statement but before you can the sound of bickering hits your ears. As Rebekah walks out to see what’s going, on you smile at Elijah, and he smiles back. In three long strides, he’s in front of you, and then he’s kissing you. You sink into the kiss, and smile.

When a window breaks, you sigh, and follow him out into the courtyard. As you watch him break up the spat between his siblings, you can’t help but realize that this is your new normal, and despite the craziness of it all, you know this is where you’re supposed to be.

Inktober: 26 -Squeak

I honestly can’t think of anything that defined my pre-teen years quite as much as Basil of Baker Street, both the original Eve Titus books and Disney’s Great Mouse Detective (which I still think is basically the best Sherlock Holmes adaptation evar, the end), which then led me to pick up the original Doyle when I was eight or nine.

Anyway, not going to lie, the illustrations in the original books by Paul Galdone were a huge drawing influence for me. I copied them diligently so that I could then do forgeries in the same style for scenes in my mental fanfic. (Mental, because I hadn’t yet encountered actual fanfiction, and thought that writing down my mental crimes would then be Plagiarism, something I took Very Seriously. Oh, child.)

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Welcome to Jurassic Park

Chapter Four, Hunters’ Instinct 

(Read on Ao3)

After learning of the disturbance that the adult velociraptors were creating, Deaton lead charge back through the visitor centre to a large compound outside. Derek set pace with Stiles, as the younger man hurried to keep up with the usually stoic man, who currently had fire in his eyes and a strong gait in his legs.

Derek recognised the raptor pen from earlier, the heavily fortified compound with scaling fencing surrounding thick jungle. As they reach the compound, He sees Stiles standing right up against the fence, curious for a glimpse of the adult dinosaurs and with the sound of electrified static in his ears, Derek felt the deep urge the pull the palaeontologist behind him for protection.

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Slow Burn || Chapter Eight: Suddenly You Found Me (Patrick Sullivan x Robin Ballard)

Genres: Romance, Self-Insert, Series 

Fandom: The Accidental Husband 

Pairing: Patrick Sullivan x Robin Ballard (Original Female Character) 

Summary: Patrick and Robin finally talk, but it doesn’t go like either of them expected. 

Rating: SFW 

Warnings: Break-Up, Drinking, Injury 

Previously: Patrick tried to figure out where he went wrong with Sophia. He wanted to talk to Robin, but he decided not to because he didn’t want Sophia to think there really was anything between them. Bonnie told Robin that this was her chance to finally get Patrick for herself, but Robin didn’t think Patrick could forgive her for ruining his marriage and decided not to talk to him. 

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Robin 

January 20 passes uneventfully. 

The e-mail Patrick sent to everyone on the guest list just said the wedding was off. 

I can’t even begin to imagine how he’s feeling right now. 

We still haven’t talked. 

Maybe we won’t. 

At least it would be over.

It’s Wednesday afternoon when Bonnie suddenly gasps and grabs my arm so tight that I think she’s going to twist it off. 

My heart leaps into my chest and I keep my eyes down. 

Is it Patrick?

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