Prompt - Beca actually gets hurt when she falls out of the bear trap but she doesn't tell anyone until Chloe realizes that something is wrong.
“Not cool guys!” Beca yelled from the bear trap she’d managed to get herself caught in. She could hear the other Bellas below her arguing how best to get her down, but she couldn’t focus on what they were saying.
She’d never been good with heights. And it wasn’t like she was super high right now, but she was still high enough that if the trap broke, she’d definitely get hurt.
But that wasn’t likely. These things were designed to hold bears after all and -
Beca opened her eyes and looked up to see the other Bellas standing over her.
She saw Lily in the tree above, a knife held between her teeth.
“Am I dead?” Beca asked.
“Nope,” Fat Amy replied.
“Are you guys gonna help me up or?” Beca asked, struggling to untangle herself from the rope.
Fat Amy grabbed her underneath her arms and lifted her onto her feet.
“There you go captain,” she said, roughly brushing away the dirt and leaves from her clothes. “Good as new.”
“Thanks,” Beca said. She looked around and noticed Chloe was absent from the group. “Where did Chloe go?”
The other girls shrugged and began making their way back to the tent.
Beca tried to follow them but as soon as she put pressure on her foot, pain shot through her ankle.
“You okay?” Emily asked.
“Fine,” Beca said, gingerly putting weight on her ankle. It hurt, but she could walk on it. “I’m gonna try and find Chloe, you can head back to the tent.”
Beca waited until Emily was out of sight before she started limping back.
She only made it a few steps before her ankle threatened to give way and she had to sit down.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sighed when she saw a big crack in the screen.
“Goddammit,” she muttered under her breath. She clicked the home button and saw she had no signal, and her battery was on 10%. Aubrey hadn’t given them access to any kind of electricity since they got there. So now she was stuck sitting in the sun with no water and no way to contact anyone.
She tried to stand again but the pain forced her back down.
“Cool,” she said. “What an awesome way to die. I’m going to haunt the shit out of Aubrey and Chloe.”
“Please don’t do that,” Chloe said.
Beca’s head snapped up and she saw Chloe there, hands on her hips
“Hi,” Beca said.
“Heard you were looking for me, but you don’t seem to have gotten very far. Everything okay?”
“Yep,” Beca said. “Totally fine.”
“So you don’t need any help right now?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, well I guess I’ll leave you to it,” Chloe said turning to walk away.
“Wait,” Beca said. Chloe turned around but didn’t speak. “I hurt my ankle falling out of that tree. I need some help.”
“See,” Chloe said, crouching down beside her. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“Shut up,” Beca mumbled, wincing when Chloe lightly touched her ankle.
“Does that hurt?”
“Mmm hmm,” Beca said through gritted teeth. “Ow!” Beca said when Chloe touched it again.
“I can’t tell how bad it is without taking off your shoe,” Chloe said, looking up at her. “But that’ll really hurt.”
“You don’t need to take it off. I’m sure it’s fine,” Beca said.
Chloe sighed. “I’m gonna have to take you to the hospital.”
Beca groaned. “Seriously? It’s fine, I probably just twisted it.”
“It’s super swollen Beca, and you can’t even walk on it,” Chloe replied.
“I can too,” she said.
Chloe stood up and held up her hands. “Go ahead then,” she said.
“Fine, I will,” Beca said. She braced herself and pushed herself to her feet. The pain made stars explode behind her eyes and she only managed one step before her ankle gave way. Luckily Chloe caught her and stopped her from hitting the ground. “Thank you,” Beca muttered, red-faced.
“So, hospital?” Chloe asked, helping her walk back to the lodge.
“I guess,” Beca replied.
After hours of waiting, x-rays, and finally strong painkillers, Beca and Chloe made it back to the lodge.
The girls were all sitting around a camp fire, and cheered when they saw Chloe helping Beca walk towards them. Aubrey had given Beca and Chloe a guest room at the lodge so Beca wouldn’t have to sleep in the tent, but they still wanted to sit out with the girls for the final night.
“How are you Beca?” Aubrey asked nervously. She hoped Beca wouldn’t be mad that she’d gotten hurt at her lodge.
Beca gave her a thumbs up. “Fine and dandy,” she said, leaning a little too much into Chloe’s side. “It isn’t broken, just a bad sprain.”
Aubrey glanced at Chloe who just shook her head and smiled.
“Did they give you that good shit at the hospital, Beca?” Cynthia Rose asked, grinning.
“All I know is that an hour ago this hurt, and now… it doesn’t,” she said, dramatically. She looked at Chloe, who raised her eyebrows expectantly. “And also… I’m sorry that I said those things earlier. And I’m sorry that I tried to walk away… again. You guys are my… my best friends. And my family. And I love you all so much.”
“We love you too Becs,” Stacie said, smiling at the way Chloe had wrapped an arm around her shoulder to steady her.
“Some of us more than others,” Fat Amy muttered.
Chloe shot her a look, but Beca didn’t seem to notice.
The night went on and Beca started leaning more and more into Chloe’s side, until she finally yawned and closed her eyes contentedly.
“Maybe you should take her to bed, Chlo’,” Aubrey said.
“I’m not asleep,” she mumbled.
“Come on,” Chloe said, helping her to her feet. “Say goodnight.”
“Night,” Beca said, clinging to Chloe’s arm as she lead her back towards the lodge.
She was quiet as they made their way into their room. When Chloe sat her on the bed she noticed she had paled and that there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Okay?” Chloe asked.
Beca shook her head. “It hurts again.”
“You can’t take anymore painkillers until tomorrow morning,” Chloe said, frowning.
Beca groaned dramatically and lay back down on the bed.
“Stay here, I’ll go get you some ice,” Chloe said, before leaving the room.
While she was away, Beca managed to change into some pyjamas, and Chloe returned to see her lying on the bed looking sore and miserable.
“Here,” Chloe said, placing a makeshift ice pack on her bandaged ankle.
“Cold,” Beca said.
“Well that’s ice for you,” Chloe replied.
Beca laughed before she closed her eyes. “Are you gonna stay?” She asked.
“Of course,” Chloe said. She quickly changed before climbing into bed beside her.
“You’re the best,” Beca said. “I really am sorry for what I said today.”
“I know Becs,” Chloe replied, playing with the brunette’s hair.
“I love you, Chlo’,” she said.
“I love you too,” Chloe replied, blinking back tears.
Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.
He wants the rage to leave his body.
Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.
Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.
Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.
He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!
“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”
Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.
“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.
Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.
“What the hell, Malfoy?”
Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.
But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.
Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.
“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.
“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”
Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.
Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.
He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.
“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.
“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.
He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.
The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.
Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.
He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms
Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.
Aries: I envy you. I envy your courage, your stupidity and your childishness. Maybe you’re asking “Why?” Well, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were all children at heart, like you? Like seeing things so horrible yet still making corny jokes? Like telling your feelings, like running until your feet hurt? Like purity, like innocence mixed with knowledge? You have experienced the world, you have experienced life. And yet, you still stand here. Brave and tall. As if to say “I am not afraid of life. I am not afraid to live.”
Taurus: I will always associate you with flowers and colours. With lilies and roses and blood oranges. I will always associate you with fruit and red-green-yellow. We will speak in colours, talk in words others won’t understand. With red-grey sand and blue-green eyes. An encouraging nod, a hug with clasping hands. Words left unspoken simply ‘cause they were never meant to be said, they were meant to be. They were meant to be. Plucking petals like a grade schooler playing games about love. Holding a magnifying glass over your head, and I could not find a flaw. I just saw you. I saw you.
Gemini: While you drink in the melodies of everyone’s laughter. The ghosts find a new home inside your body. A facade of performance, masking out true emotions. While the hallways turn vacant and your ghosts shut the doors. The voices leave the room empty, the emptiness in your chest weighing like a brick worth thousands of golden bricks. I cannot put a price on your heart, I don’t know its colours. I don’t know its voice. Or the three albums you have on repeat over the summer, or the songs you dance to at night. Simply because you are you, unique, mysterious and beautiful.
Cancer: You are a puzzle and I am not your missing peace, I don’t own it. But you do. You make up your own being. Maybe you left it in your back pocket, next to the shattered dreams or under the pillars you build when you were eight years old. The ones you made to put your broken home on, searching for stability in broken mirrors. I will linger in my map of you and I swear that even when I get back it leads back to you. It always leads back to you. To that little house with orange paint on the walls from ten years ago. With the nicotine sticking to a once white ceiling and some kind of animals running around. The dusty photographs will still stand on the desk. You will still sit on that one spot, with teary eyes and crossed legs. And you will still be beautiful.
Leo: I could never describe your beauty. Your beauty cannot be multiplied, it can only be remembered, treasured, envied, appreciated or regretted. And by remembered I mean that when you feel like you are just another extra in someone’s life that they will mention you to their parents during dinner. They will talk about your shining personality and sparkling eyes. By treasured I am talking about that “the one” experience which you deserve. A treasure filled with all things unique and irreplaceable. One that’s filled with happiness. By envied I am talking about the eyes you do not see, or do not wish to see. Or don’t notice. You stand out in a crowd, especially when you don’t think you are. By appreciated I am talking about the ones who see your true you, your tangled hair and cracked lips. The ones who still stay even through the bad times. By regretted I am talking about the people who did not see your beauty until you blossomed. I understand why you find cocoons beautiful now, and how you like caterpillars just as much as butterflies.
Virgo: Snow litters on untouched skin. Sun rains through the cracks of the darkness even where you hide. I could hear you talking every day. Forever. With delicate fingers and blushed cheeks. Your hair untamed and your fingers bruised to the bone. Delicately logical. The edges of the leafs of oak trees remind me of your way of thinking. The overhang reminds me of your mind. Which casts shadows over the villagers in the houses you build where colourless souls reside. You are so often in debate with your own head, at war with your own body. Never at peace, always restless. Always asking, “but why?” I don’t know. You like it, don’t you? Parading around in your own world? Sweet little soul in a world full of pain.
Libra: The bell of the church echoed through your head a little longer than it should’ve. It never was nice. We never played nice. We talked until our lips were dry and I stayed home when you were out cold. But memories don’t matter anymore do they darling? In this orchestra of harmonious noises where you are the leader of everything nothing can hurt you. I don’t know, I don’t know. And goddamnit I know you will try to push everything on yourself again. You always do. That’s just how you work. Why don’t you warm your hands on your own body for once? You don’t need another person to feel like you’re loved, you only need one. One whole, full, true person.
Scorpio: Everything seems darker these days. Charcoal coloured clouds are a daily thing. And your arms are always covered up along with your legs. Even in the summer the nights don’t seem as enchanting. Not when small bruises shaped like the bumps of your knuckles litter on your thighs. Self destructive lullabies, “I just need a friend, for once in my life.” A desire for someone to stay ripped from your lips. So I stayed by your side wondering, if you wanted me to stay or needed me to stay. Of course I could say you remind me of scarlet blood and bathroom tiles. But you also remind of the river I used to play in when I was nine. You also remind me of the necklace I got when my grandmother passed away. You remind me of memories, the good, the bad, the in-between. You remind me of life. Please keep on living.
Sagittarius: The reason that I didn’t cry when you left was because crying means letting go, or so you said. And I don’t want to let you go. I want you to be a part of me, forever. But I can’t do that, you would rot in the hell hole that is my mind. I can’t put you through more cruelty. I hate how I am the reason you cry on bad nights, do you still wonder if I miss you? I do. I do. I do. Regret was stronger than appreciation. But you’re so fucking strong. Your eyes still shine even when you’re sad. You think no one likes you yet you know that’s not true. You’re the reason I am alive. You let me experience pain, beauty, emotion. You let me live. You’re so much more than enough, sometimes I can’t even handle who you are. You are dazzling. But you could never control your heart, it always wandered over the streets of other people’s bodies.
Capricorn: When the sun sets over mountains and the houses made of glass shatter I will still see your name in the sky in neon lights. The little bugs in our home always wanted to be friends with you. They always say on the tip of your nose with gentle smiles. I never envied you, I wish I treasured you. You are so simplistic and nice. Nice. Too underrated for your own good, no? Aren’t we all. Your hands will still be remembered by those you touched. You always leave some kind of mark that they don’t want to wash off. You have that affect on people. You make them drown their thoughts and hold their breath when you walk into a room. You are an old soul, you know. Why? You just do. Because you’re you. And nothing can change that or the late nights, the slowness or the fastness in your walk doesn’t matter for the right people. They will walk for you until they have blathers on their toes. If they don’t you know what to do.
Aquarius: Swirls of icy wind are always your accomplice. Your cold, and beautiful; like snow. The wires always stick to your senses, they get stuck in between your backbone. They twist around your spine and plug into the back of your brain. You let other people control you like you’re a mindless puppet. I think the wires got the best of you. Whenever you speak your mind it says something beautiful and unique. You are original, not ordinary. I am sorry they teach you that being unique is bad and that you have to fit into this ‘ordinary’ world as an ‘ordinary’ person. Nothing is ordinary about you, not even your name. Your name says who you are as a person, if someone asks me to define you I will simply say your name, the definition of your personality is your name. Because your name is unique and so is your personality. Don’t let other people control you.
Pisces: The imaginary butterflies with the raven black wings told me about you. They tell me that your head is in a universe they have never seen, with all things beautiful and all things bad. They see you crying with your knees tugged up sometimes, hands in your hair as you hide beneath sheets of darkness. You write poetry with the blood in the sink and make galaxies with the stars you find inside other people their eyes. A gentle smile always embraces your lips, “So happy, yet so sad” they say. A mask is something you believe is beautiful, but I believe you are beautiful. The real you. Not the you who cautiously walks over this realm of sadness. Your moonlit hair is so silky, your sunlit eyes are so sad. Chin up little soldier.
The Sun represents success, radiance and abundance. The Sun gives you strength and tells you that no matter where you go or what you do, your positive and radiant energy will follow you and will bring you happiness and joy. People are drawn to you because you can always see the bright side and you bring such warmth into other people’s lives. This beautiful, warm energy is what will get you through the tough times and will help you succeed. You are also in a position where you can share your highest qualities and achievements with others. Radiate who you are and what you stand for. Shine love on those you care about.
The Sun is a ‘yes’ to life! It brings with it luck, wellness, positive consciousness, enthusiasm, attainment and success. It is about embracing your destiny and giving it everything you have got. If you have been having a difficult time, the Sun brings you the message you have been waiting for – that things are going to get better – a lot better! You know that the rain clouds will soon give way to the rays of the sun and you will feel warmed to the soul once again.
The Sun card is the card I was most looking forward to paint, not because I’d get a chance to paint our boy Solaire, but also ‘cause of what it represents. It represents joy, happiness, and having hopes and dreams. I wanted to share the positivity of this card with everyone, and maybe bring a smile to your face, as a reminder for all of us to try and stay optimistic. Of course things won’t always go smoothly, at some point we’ll need a Solaire to carry us through dark times, or we may even be a Solaire to a friend or family member. After all, what would our journey be like without jolly cooperation?
Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.
“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”
Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.
Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”
Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release:
Financial - No needless spending - Pay tuition fees when they come in - Some sort of income - Email work about reading week shift
Academic - Stay on top of online course, work on it for sure Mondays and Wednesdays between classes - Library 2x a week - Make guidance appt re: possible second major - Spend one hour a week (divided if I want) on HESI/EAQ questions
Fitness/Nutrition - Something active 10x - Follow new eating plan - Stretch daily in morning - Stay consistent with supplements - 3L h20 daily - Less drinking - Less mindless snacking - Actually try and meal prep properly
Apartment Things - Make bed daily - Sweep and vacuum weekly - Clean bathroom weekly - Empty litter box every other day - Dishes daily - Tidy living room daily - Deep clean desk and dresser
Mental/Self-love/All else - Shower daily - Begin practicing meditation - Lavender tea and diffuser before bed - Plan for week ahead Sunday nights - Text dad every other day at least, call once a week - Face masks and hair masks and shaving and painted toes and white strips cos they all make me feel good!!! - Mail cards to L and W - Utilize planner - Clean makeup brushes weekly - Skin care routine nightly
i think one of the biggest plot twist that could possibly happen at this wedding, besides Luffy actually sticking to the plan, would be if Pudding ends up aiming the gun and shooting at Big Mom instead. although if she does end up shooting Big Mom, i believe it will be because of a separate agenda of her own, not that she’s trying to help Sanji and co.
just think about it for a minute here… she shot Reiju to test out the gun’s abilities, and discovered that the bullets could easily pierce through even the ‘iron bodies’ of the Germa soldiers. then in this latest OP chapter, Bege compares Big Mom’s tough exterior skin to an ‘iron balloon’… perhaps i’m reading too much into this, but i feel like there’s more to the reason as to why she shot Reiju than we’ve been led to believe.
and i can’t quite put my finger on it, but after the revelation of her twisted personality, this scene here of Pudding having such thoughts to herself about Big Mom and Lola also seemed rather out of place…
i guess it seemed to me like the fact that these were thoughts she had to herself might actually give us a better glimpse of her true feelings regarding this whole situation compared to any other scenes with her and other characters present. maybe she desires her own freedom and choice like Lola, who was brave enough to seek it.
i also think it’s fair to assume that the majority of Big Mom’s children and/or subordinates serve Big Mom simply out of fear, not out of love or any similar reason. so, Pudding’s actual loyalty to Big Mom may be pretty questionable as well…
with that said, i’ve been 100% behind evil Pudding from the very start, and would be glad to see it going either way… whether she tries to shoot Sanji at the wedding or ends up double-crossing Big Mom.
I personally love the fae, but I know many people would rather stay far away (and of course it’s very important to know safety guidelines whether you do or not!) so here’s some information I’ve collected.
From many different sources:
Never use your real name when interacting with fae, or they can take control over you
Always be polite and respectful and do your best not to offend. Remember, better safe than sorry
As a general rule, don’t eat food when visiting the fae realm. This will make you a captive, unable to leave, and often the food isn’t as wonderful as it may seem, and only glamoured rocks, mud and sticks. (It’s said faeries will take offense if you don’t accept food they offer to you in our own world though)
Do not think yourself more clever than them or try to swindle them; you will end up in very hot water
You may not want to accept faerie money.. as again, it is often glamoured and will turn back into leaves and acorns soon after
Do not blindly intrude were you are not wanted (fairy rings, sacred faerie places, etc) Always ask first and respect their answer!
Should you find you’ve wandered into a place where you feel strong malevolent energy or evil presence and experience “faerie terror”, back away slowly, don’t run or you might get lost. Send out your good will, and if you can, throw up a bubble/egg ward to protect yourself
Do not to take the fae lightly or seek them half-heartedly. Take care not to act as if they were weak, harmless or lenient. It is very foolish to underestimate them. Faeries are not strictly good or evil (neither are humans), and respect and caution are always best
Salt and iron (tools made from iron, a nail in your pocket) are traditional faerie deterrents
Three leaf clovers can be carried as a protective charm, and four leaf ones can break through faerie magic or allow you to see hidden fae (note some traditions say you should have multiple clovers as each will only work once)
Wearing St. John’s Wort will give you strong protection from faerie magic
As will wearing a daisy
Carrying a rowan twig, or hanging one over your door, that was collected on Betaine may bring protection
Flipping your clothes inside out can prevent faerie mischief by its unexpectedness
Visualisation wards can be effective
Scatter primrose petals outside your door to keep faeries at bay by creating a barrier
If you hear bluebells chime it is a warning that danger or faerie enchantments are near
Putting a daisy chain on a child is said to protect them from being taken as a changeling
Forget me nots can be used for faerie protection
If you’re friendly with any other faeries, you may ask them for protection against ill-willed fae
Faeries will avoid gardens with tomato plants
Make a bundle of twigs from the trees of the faerie triad, oak ash and thorn, and carry it for protection (it will only work if they’re bound together, if separate, they are an invitation to the fae)
One traditional faerie protection is placing mirrors throughout your home
Cats may chase away faeries
The sound of heavy iron bells and chimes may drive them away
Leaving out gifts of honey and milk can appease the fae if you wish them to leave you alone