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Perpetual Sensitivity (9)

Title: The Boggart, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Pairing: Remus Lupin x OC

Note: This one is super short today, writers block is kicking my ass. The next part will be longer, I promise!

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Present Day - Rosalia

I remained behind Remus’s desk at the front of the room, brushing up on boggarts as the third years milled into the room. Glancing up at them, I smirked as some hurriedly looked elsewhere. Getting up I began to walk along the outskirts of the class saying my good mornings, familiarizing myself with the faces of the pupils. I’d neared the back of the room when Lupin entered, I nodded a good morning to him as he passed.

“Would you all please put all your books back in your bags.” He said after setting up. “You will only need your wands.” He finished with a slight smile.

Judging by their confused glances at one another, they’d not had a practical lesson in a while. Remus beckoned the class closer to the old wardrobe at the front of the room. As he stood beside it, it shuddered violently causing some students to jump back in apprehension.

“Nothing to worry about.” He soothed, seeing how alarmed some of the students were.

Boggarts were always a hit with students. They were fascinating creatures that liked dark, enclosed spaces; wardrobes and under beds seemed to be particular favourites. But it was a shape-shifter which was by far the most interesting bit. I was brought out of my thoughts when I saw the Granger girls’ hand shoot up into the air.

“It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us the most,” she stated confidently, and almost glowed when Remus complimented her.

Remus took his time explaining how a boggart works and how best to defeat one. Surveying the class, I wondered what they were afraid of, no doubt there would be a few snakes and spiders.

“Uh… Ms. Black, would you care to demonstrate first for the class?” The entire class turned to face me at Remus’ question, obligingly I nodded and positioned myself in front of the boggart.

I inhaled slowly as the handle of the wardrobe twisted and the door swung open with an eerie creak. I stared into the darkness and waited for the boggart to emerge. A bloodied hand emerged from the shadows and clung to the side of the wardrobe, with great effort it pulled itself forward and stepped out, a muddy, black shoe hit the ground with a thud. It staggered and fell to the floor in a heap, lifeless. The old jumper was bloody and torn, the wavey brown tangle of hair was unmistakable.

I knew it wasn’t real but it didn’t stop the feeling of fear blooming in my chest.

I raised my wand, spoke clearly, and laughed as it turned into a dancing puppet with strings. The blood was replaced by an unrecognisable happy painted face. With another fluid movement of my wand, the Boggart had been forced back into the confines of the wardrobe.

“Uh, Nevill! Would you join me please?” Remus called cheerily directing the attention away from me. “Come on, don’t be shy.” I moved back to my place against the wall as I heard Nevill’s hesitant footsteps behind me.

The class moved by swiftly with shocked gasps shortly followed by laughter erupting every other minute. I perked up when Harry got to the front of the line and wondered if ‘you-know-who’ would appear. I caught Remus's eye as he shifted uncomfortably against the desk, clearly, he had the same idea. Ron’s spider came to a halt in front of Harry, the gangly-legged beast reared back, focusing on Harry. It had just begun to transform when in two long strides Remus had placed himself between them. He watched unaffected as it transformed into a full moon emerging from the clouds.

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When the boggart was safely locked away and the classroom empty, we busied ourselves by setting up for the next class, rearranging the desks, and setting out textbooks.

“It was good of you to protect Harry like that, he and his classmates certainly would’ve had a fright otherwise…” my attempt a small talk sounded odd to my ears.

“Yes.” He chuckled softly.

“Remus, I-uh…” He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I sighed. “After all these years, you still fear the moon?”

He smiled sadly. “For years I’ve had nothing else to fear, my only worry was myself and my curse.”

I focused my eyes on my shoes and kicked an imaginary speck across the dark floorboards. I couldn’t say the Boggarts form was unexpected but it still rattled me. Lost in thought I hadn’t noticed Remus had come to stand near me.

“You still worried?” He spoke softly as though not to spook me.

I didn’t look at him as I nodded. My little disappearing act wasn’t something I had wanted to do to him, and then when he’d lost everything overnight it broke my heart even further. Of course, I’d worried, but the Boggart wasn’t him and I wasn’t about to call him out on a wrong observation. Fifteen years ago, it could have easily been mistaken for the man in front of me, but it wasn’t. Remus sighed slowly.

“Why did you leave?” His tone similar to before, I raised my eyes to meet his blue gaze.

“Because I made a mistake,” Remus bristled at the comment, visibly irked by my vague reply. “Trust me when I say that I didn’t want to, I begged not to, but I made a mistake, and we no other way.”

“A mistake?” Remus frowned at me, my answers offered him nothing except more confusion.

“Yes. I can’t-“

“Explain it, I know.” He finished my sentence as he came to stand beside me.

“I’m sorry Remus.” I crossed my arms across my chest and hugged my sides.

“You always were.” He said bumping his shoulder against mine, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

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Remus Lupin x OC

SERIES: Perpetual Sensitivity

~ Remus Lupin x fem!OC

~ 15 years is a long time to miss someone, especially when they’re supposed to be dead. Remus Lupin’s past comes back to haunt him in the nonchalant fashion he always adored, turning his world upside down. Revelations are to be had before his cold, closed off heart can beat for her again.

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Chapter 1 - Hello

Chapter 2 - Expelliarmus

Chapter 3 - That’s Life

Chapter 4 - Mint

Chapter 5 - Foreboding

Chapter 6 - The Darkness Inside

Chapter 7 - Night Terrors

Chapter 8 - Lockhart

Chapter 9 - The Boggart, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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Perpetual Sensitivity (8)

Title: Lockhart

Pairing: Remus Lupin x OC

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Words: 1,278

Note: I've crawled back out of my hole, let's see how long this lasts.

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Present Day - Rosalia.

I sat with my back against the headboard of the ornate four-poster bed. My legs were splayed out in front of me while my hands rested in my lap, I continued to gaze at the old wooden door opposite my bed as I traced the scars on my hand, images from that night continuing to cross my mind. I heaved a sigh while massaging the distorted flesh between my knuckles. A knock at the door forced the memories back into the darker corners of my mind before I shuffled forward off the bed and padded barefoot to the door. Opening it, I was met by a dishevelled looking Felix.

"Hey, kiddo" I chuckle "Have a hard day?"

"Hard doesn't begin to describe it" he mutters

I frown at his statement as he walks past me. "What's wrong?"

"Snape." He drops his bag in the centre of the room before flopping face-first into the bed with his arms and legs splayed.

Slowly I walk towards the bed, grinning lightly. I sit down on the bed – tucking my on leg underneath me. My knee was an inch or two away from Felix' head, my fingers wove their way into his tangled mess of curls.

"What's he done this time?" I receive a dramatic sigh at my question as he rolls over onto his back forcing me to remove my hand.

"Well, firstly Tom made us late for his lesson so he took ten points from Gryffindor. Ten points! Then Jack put 5 beetles eyes in instead of 3 and well... it went boom. So then Snape gave us both a good clout and extra homework. Then the greasy-haired pillock wouldn't keep his eyes off us, and I swear that every time we even breathed too hard, he'd give us another whack!" His voice raising ever so slightly on each sentence.

"Don't take it to heart," this earned a snort. "I'm sure you'll get it done"

We stayed sat like that for a while, not really saying anything. Felix still dropped the odd whiny comment about his day. The sun was beginning to dip down below the horizon casting the room into slight darkness.

"C'mon kiddo, we best head off to dinner, I know how cranky you can get when you're hungry" I teased while poking at Felix' stomach.

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I entered the great hall a step or two behind Felix, we gave each other a small nod of acknowledgement as we parted ways. I continued down the aisle towards the table at the end. I kept my eyes forward as I approached only dropping them to the floor after spying that the only free seat was next to Remus. After our little spat this morning, I didn't fancy suffering the awkward silence. His eyes flickered up to meet me before focusing back on his plate as I slipped quietly into the seat. We sat in painful silence for most of dinner, chatting to the other teachers sat beside us or focusing solely on what was on our plates. I had decided that I'd had enough by the time the desserts had begun to appear in front of us.

"When I said you wouldn’t understand, it's because I can't explain it" I offered quietly while focusing on dishing myself a spoonful of Eton Mess. His silence was the only response I got.

"Remus I-" I tried again a little louder.

"I heard," he stated flatly.

“A little co-operation is all I'm asking-“ I continued on despite his definite tone.

“What exactly do you want Rosie?” He froze for a second after using such an intimate name. “…Rosalia.” He corrected calmly.

“I want to do my job,” I responded mimicking his tone. “I am here to provide protection from Sirius Black, to teach when needed and to cover your arse every month.” I finished on a hissing whisper, I hadn’t meant to be short with him but my emotions seemed to get the better of me.

He opened his mouth to reply with an equally short comment but I beat him to it.

“No funny business, no feelings, nothing. Just my job.” Truthfully it wasn't what I wanted, I wanted to patch up our broken relationship for Felix’s benefit but I had perhaps underestimated the amount of damage a burnt down house and fifteen years could cause. So, for both of our sakes, it was maybe best to squash the hope of rekindling our former ties to one another.

Having gone off my helping of Eton Mess, I gently set down my spoon and turned to look over at Remus who hadn't said a word since my declaration. He was looking at me but seemed to be looking through me as though deep in thought. After a few moments of simply staring at each other, he gave a curt nod.

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Over the next few days, we spent almost as little times possible around each other, still smarting from the revelations had over dinner. The conversation was limited, and any familiarity was non-existent. I sat crossed legged across the wooden plank floor, attention still focused on the fourth years' test papers in front of me. For all his supposed talent Gilderoy Lockhart had barely made an indent in the syllabus. Sighing heavily, I was less than pleased.

Getting up I stretched lazily before heading towards Remus' room. The matter wasn’t urgent but needed preparation to remedy this colossal mess. Knocking his door, I waited for a few moments before a ragged looking Remus answered and regarded me with cool eyes.

"May I come in?" I asked, shifting my weight to the other foot. After a moment he stood to the side, welcoming me in.

“What can I do for you?” He regarded me carefully, barely moving away from the chamber door.

“I wanted to talk to you about the amount of work we’re going to have this year-“ I sighed while turning to face Remus.

“My condition won’t be that much of a problem, you lived with me for years, surely you remember that much.” He interjected curtly.

I stare at him silently for a moment, the levels of animosity between us were going to be a problem, we needed to work together as we once did but if things were buckling this early in, it was going to be harder than I thought.

“Because Gilderoy Lockhart was an incompetent buffoon academically. The fourth years seem to have skipped some topics entirely.” I caught his eye to see his brows crease together in embarrassment.

“Rest assured I remember you and your ability very well, so I have no doubts.” I finish with a small smile, an olive branch of sorts.

“So what do you suggest?” He’s calmer and more relaxed now, crossing the room to perch on the edge of his desk.

“Teaching the syllabus from the very beginning seems too extreme, from what I can tell some topics don’t seem to have been covered, and others, well…” he takes out a quill and parchment so begin jotting down the missed topics. “…they’ll need some practical lessons too. But in terms of how best to teach them, I don’t know.”

“Leave that to me.” He says quietly as my attention is drawn to the room. “Is there anything else?” I turn to look at him again to find him staring at me expectantly.

An apology.

I shrug and shake my head. “No that’s everything.” We stare awkwardly at each other for a while before I clear my throat. “Well, goodnight Remus.”

As I close the door, I’m able to hear his soft reply of goodnight.

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Elijah Mikaelson x OC

SERIES: Honour

~ Elijah Mikaelson x fem!OC

~ When Elijah saves Ivette from the jaws of death, she presumes him to be a nobleman of honour. But honour only runs skin deep when loyalty to his family is involved.

Chapter 1 - By the Light of the Moon

Chapter 2 - Angels and Demons

Chapter 3 - Lord Forgive Me

Chapter 4 - Life Everlasting

#elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson imagines #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah x oc #elijah imagine #mikaelson #oc #daniel gillies imagine #daniel gillies #daniel gillies x oc #the originals #the vampire diaries #mikaelsonfamily #mystic falls #fanfic #fanfiction #ongoing

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Kol Mikaelson x OC

SERIES: Always and Forever My Little One

~ Kol Mikaelson x fem!OC

~ Fayne is a vampire created during the first 100 years of the Originals immortal lives. Just as the end is approaching a chance encounter with the youngest original changes her life forever, and always.

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Chapter 1 - The Second Moonrise

Chapter 2 - Never Speak His Name

Chapter 3 - Katarina

Chapter 4 - Runaway

#nate buzz #nate buzolic #nathaniel buzolic #nathaniel buzolic imagine #nathaniel #kol #kol imagine #kol x oc #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson x oc #kol mikaelson fluff #the originals #the vampire diaries #fanfiction #fanfic #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #ongoing

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

SERIES: Through the Rabbit Hole (Complete)

~ Loki x fem!reader

~ Once upon a time Loki had been everything you had wanted and more, but that was before everything happened, before New York. You had never intended to go back through the rabbit hole, but you couldn’t rest until you knew his reasons why.

Part One: Back We Go

Part Two: The Trickster

Part Three: Starlight

Part Four: Beautiful ***

SERIES: Rogue - ON HOLD

~ Loki x fem!reader

~ As a child, you were kept hidden deep within Odin's palace. As a teenager, you understood why. As a woman, you face a decision, fight it or follow it. A chance encounter with a certain green-eyed prince sets in motion a timeline of events, but will he be there to catch you when you fall?

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One: The Secret Child

Two: The Vanishing Girl

Three: The Impossible Girl

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ObSeSsEd with this Picrew

Many many many thanks to @ummmmandy

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These images of Daniel live rent free in my head ❤

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Rogue (3)

Title: The Impossible Girl

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Words: 3306

Note: It’s been a long old while but I’ve finally finished my dissertation! University is officially over for me!! It took me a while to work on this part I’m still not super happy with it, I hope you like it. Taglist is open, previous parts are linked below. Let me know what you think!

y/n = you name y/h/c = your hair colour y/f/n = your first name y/l/n = your last name

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Age 18

The frigid night air steals the breath from your lungs before you can inhale, wispy white puffs of smoke form as you release another lungful. An invisible band seemingly tightens around your chest making you breathe shallower. Your feet hammer furiously against the mist-covered ground not feeling the stones or twigs that puncture and tear at your skin. The muscles in your legs are beginning to burn, begging for a reprieve; instead, you push harder. A shiver passes over you causing the hairs on the back of your neck to raise, the compulsion of self-preservation increases tenfold.

The thin night shift you wear billows behind you, it provides no protection from the icy temperatures. Your y/h/c hair swishes from side to side past your shoulders, smaller strands that had escaped your plait sneak round to whip at your skin or stick to your face. Roughly, you push the strands away knotting them in the process. You didn’t have time for this. Tears begin to form as you continue to run, blinking you force them out leaving wet trails down your cheeks, yet still, you don’t stop.

Something was out there in the dark, lurking in the mist. You could feel it following you. The adrenaline of the flight reflex descends on every other thought in your brain. ‘Nothing else matters’ it seems to say. What it is, where you were, how you got here. None of it mattered anymore, you simply had to keep going.

But what?

You register a burst of pain in your toes just as the world flips on its side. You crash forward, your knee makes painful contact with the ground first as layers of skin rip against the abrasive stone. Your hands, arms and elbows follow suit when you try to catch yourself. Despite your attempts your head makes contact too, the darkness around you explodes with spots of flashing light as your brain rattles inside your skull.

‘Keep going’ drifts around you, carried along with the delicate curls of mist.

The palms of your hands sting as you push yourself back up onto your feet. Your knee aches in protest at the movement, the skin already beginning to tighten and swell. ‘Go’ a voice from inside commands. You step forward with your injured leg but pain shoots up your leg as your knee gives way. You pant trying to catch your breath, summoning the courage to get up and try again. For some reason you had to, every impulse seemed to be overpowered by the need to keep running.

Warm.

That’s what it felt like.

You risk a look down at the toes on your right foot. A darkness deeper than the night sky had attached itself to you, it was small and unmoving but you could feel its warmth and the way it pulsed. Your hand trembles as you reach out to brush it away. The heat intensifies as soon as your fingers make contact, the blob seems to surge to life crawling up your foot; engulfing you in darkness. You swipe frantically at it trying to get it off, you fingernails scrape your skin but still, it grows.

“Help! Someone Help!” You call into the surrounding quiet.

Panicked whimpers escape you as the darkness ascends your body, the pulsing sensation became more of a throb with every inch it climbed yet still you couldn’t get it off. The darkness was unaffected by your attempts of prising it off, when it rose above your hip you resort to more abrasive methods using the skirt of your shift you rub furiously at your skin.

“Please!” You scream, a strangled sob catches in your throat when it starts on your arms.

“y/n?” a distorted voice drifts from somewhere but you don’t dare look away from the darkness.

You wipe down your arms trying to push the darkness back, trying to slow it down, but the darkness holds no consideration for your feelings. Your breathing comes in short, sharp pants as it reaches your shoulders. Dizziness, heat and the throbbing of power consumed you while tears fall freely from your eyes.

“Mother! Loki! Allfather! Someone help me please!” you call desperately, when it disappears out of sight.

“y/n!” the voice calls again, it sounds closer, more familiar now but you can't concentrate enough to place it.

“No, no, no, no-“ you mutter feeling the heat begin to lick your skin as it weaves its way through your roots.

“Mother!” a final scream rips through you, hurting your throat. “Save me! Save-“

“y/n!” You are jolted awake, your eyes frantically scan your candlelit bed-chamber expecting to see the same eery gloom of the dream. Your eyes finally land on your mother, her features morphed in concern as she grips onto your shoulders.

You waste no time latching onto her in a vice-like hold, burying your face in her chest you breathe in your mother's familiar smell. It keeps you grounded, reminding you it was just a bad dream. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t hurt you, you were safe. Your mother cradles you in return. Peeking your head over your mother's shoulder you wrinkle your nose at the sickly sweet tang in the air, it was stronger again tonight. Your eyes adjust to the dim glow allowing you to see scorch marks and cracks that marred your -. Every day it got worse, spreading further, doing more and you didn’t know what was causing it.

It had all started a few days after your sixteenth birthday. At first, you would just be running endlessly through the gloom, knowing something was stalking you in the mist. It would leave you drenched in a cold sweat, your y/h/c would be tangled and stuck to your neck and forehead. The clothes would stick to your body, the bedsheets wrapped around you, trapping you. When you removed your clothes and cleaned yourself off you would catch the sickly sweet scent for just a second.

By seventeen the nightmares became more frequent, but they had begun to change, you knew what had been chasing you, what had struck so much fear into your heart. As your seventeenth year went on the darkness was starting to win, you had stopped being able to outrun it, and with each dream, it consumed more and more of you. You would wake up terrified, squinting into the darkness, paranoid the horror of the dream had followed you. Eventually, you would manage to go back to sleep. Though it was never peaceful.

You wouldn’t notice the damage until the morning when the sun had risen, casting beams of light through the gap in your curtains. Your bleary eyes would look around the room, the world coming into focus as you rub the last remnants of sleep away. Your eyes widen as you scan the walls of your bedroom, the pictures, the diagrams, the paintings, the edges of every image of childhood memory was singed. Panicked, you tore them all down, stashed them away from sight.

Buried.

Never to be seen again.

You would shiver to wonder what you’re mother would do should she ever find them. It only got worse from there. The destruction became more noticeable, more widespread. Your mother was beginning to notice things going missing, trinkets, ornaments. At times you were afraid to close your eyes, you knew what came with the dark. You would force yourself to stay awake, teetering on the edge of oblivion until exhaustion took over. You began to dread sleep. The destruction was undeniable, you were no longer able to hide it, so you did the only thing you could think to do. Lock it away.

Your mother disapproved greatly of your secrecy but soon gave up trying to convince you otherwise. She accepted it as a phase of your youth hoping you would grow out of it. She would always mutter on about how she was once a young girl going through womanly changes. While it was true, it wasn’t the only thing. The world around you was changing too. During your classroom conversations, your mother had sometimes mentioned that Asgard was being rocked by some unexplained phenomena. The quaking that had once been unnoticeable shudders lasting for less than a second was now more pronounced.

The Allfather had apparently tasked a team of senior advisers to survey all of Asgard to find the source. They were to search high and low; never to stop until the source was found and dealt with. As of yet, that had come up empty-handed.

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The recipe for ‘Draught of Sleep’ had become a staple in your knowledge as you grew up. While you felt bad for every time you used it on your mother – praying to whoever may listen for forgiveness – it became a welcomed method of escaping the monotony of your routine in isolation. On a few occasions, you had run into Prince Loki, or rather he had stumbled across you.

He never seemed to change. The tall, raven-haired prince was as handsome as ever, the last time the two of you had met he had outgrown his boyish charm. It had been replaced by something more manly. No doubt a result of the adventures he had been on with his brother Thor and the Warriors Three. However, there were some things about Loki that would never change like the way his eyes glinted with mischief or the way the corners of his mouth would quirk upwards when he grinned. You were always grateful for his friendship but you envied him in a way, the same was a caged bird envied those who were free to soar in the skies.

You sat in a secluded garden, enjoying the late autumn sunshine. It was ideal for you as it was just a stone's throw away from your chambers and hidden well enough that no one would stumble on it by accident. Loki had shown it to you in the spring while he had been bragging about knowing lots of little secrets about Asgard.

The rays of the sun were comforting against your skin, making you feel warm. You scrunch your brow slightly concentrating even more on the sentence you had already read five times previously but it was no us the words weren’t making much sense. You sigh, rubbing the back of your hand against your forehead. After last nights nightmare, you had been too afraid to go back to sleep and exhaustion was setting in. blinking once more you attempt the sentence again, this time feeling your heavy eyelids begin to lull closed. Shifting your position on the stone bench you try to wake yourself up a little more, you didn’t want to fall asleep. You couldn’t fight it anymore.

‘Five minutes won’t be long enough for a nightmare’ you think hopefully as you let your eyes slide closed.

It doesn’t toy with you this time. The chase is shorter, it already knows how terrified you are part of you wonders if it enjoys how frightened you are. When it does catch you, it wastes no time in beginning its journey up your body. In every other nightmare you had had, its ascent was slow and deliberate. This time you barely had enough time to comprehend that it had attached itself to you before it started moving.

You could hear a distant rumble echoing through the bleak mist, but it was overpowered by your screams and pleas for help. Why weren't you waking up? Every other time you had managed to wake up before it had consumed you completely. This time you didn’t, the dream would not surrender you so easily.

“y/n!” a voice shouts, it is muffled but you can hear the panicked edge.

You could feel the earth rattle beneath you like a rag of angry horses were stampeding. In an instant, it grows to something deeper, more ferocious. What had started as a rumble now roared all around you. You hear your name echo around you once more but it is smothered by the noise.

“y/n!” Your eyes fly open to making contact with a set of familiar green. His hands ghost over your body, his eyes follow the movement scanning you. Your eyes focus on his hand as it wraps around your wrist with ease, you frown slightly noticing the coating of grey dust on the sleeve of his normally pristine tunic.

“Loki? What- I don’t... what is happening?” Your body moves on autopilot as Loki pulls you with him, your mind still a few steps behind you. Somewhere around you, you hear the sound of pebbles skipping over the stone and another person's heart-wrenching cries.

“It was another earthquake, it brought down part of the east wing, I thought, I-” Loki jerks you towards him, before wrapping his arms tightly around you. The dust on his clothes makes your nose itch.

“The east wing?” you ask pushing out of his hold. The east wing housed your chambers. Now you were truly awake.

“Was anyone hurt? Was my mother, where- mother, I-is she alright?” you stumble over your words, your mind working faster than you can speak.

Loki’s fingers tighten on the fabric of your dress he can still reach, it keeps you close. He doesn’t answer your question. His normally bright features morph into a look of sadness giving you an answer.

“It's alright, I’ve got you,” Loki soothes pulling you back for another hug. “I will keep you safe,”

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You didn’t remember much of what happened next. If someone were to ask you how you had gotten into one of the royal chambers you wouldn’t have been able to tell them. Royal handmaids worked quietly and quickly to clean the dust from your skin and rubble from your hair. None of them spoke to you. None of them looked you in the eye as they gently dabbed away the tears that leaked from your eyes. When they had finished their work, healers escorted you to their work station. They did not speak either. You stared up at the ceiling as they worked, talking in hushed whispers to one another. You didn’t understand what they were looking for, as far as you knew you had not been injured during the quake.

You did not find solace in the quiet if anything it created a vast breeding ground for feelings of guilt and self-loathing. Why did you have to be so selfish? Why did you need to give your mother the ‘Draught of Sleep’ today of all days? Would it have changed things? - would she still be here?

That last thought stuck with you, you let it burrow deep in your heart; scarring it. A constant reminder that your only family in life was gone.

Lost if grief, you didn’t hear the clinking movement of Asgards soldiers. One of them bent over you, his mouth moved but the words sounded like and meant nothing to you. Another seized your arm and pulled you from the examining table. They held a tight formation as they led through the castle, you could only see flashes of your surroundings when their shoulders jostled apart. The once brilliant glittering gold of the palace had dimmed somehow. Sorrow had settled everywhere.

You were presented to the Allfather in the throne room. The show of power had seemed excessive, was this how the King normally expressed his sympathies? Gathering your thoughts together you raise your gaze to Odin. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you meet his stoic, stormy eyes. It didn’t take a genius to work out that something was wrong. You notice a small group of men gathered on either side of the dais, perhaps they were his team of advisers.

Hands clasped. Worried expressions.

Good.

Their king was displeased with them, they had failed to find the cause of the earthquakes at the expense of Asgardian lives. They should fear his ire.

“You are positive?” Odin looks to a man on his left, the rotund old man with rosy cheeks simply nodded in affirmation. “Very well,” Odin replies gravely.

“y/f/n y/l/n, do you know why you have been summoned here today?” The Allfather leans forward on his knees, sounding more like a disappointed parent than a king.

Your y/h/c hair sways past your shoulders as you shake your head in response.

“An independent investigation conducted into the recent geological phenomena plaguing Asgard has found you, and you alone responsible,”

Your eyes bulge in disbelief, you attempt to step closer to the Allfather but the guards flanking your sides grip your shoulders, stopping you.

“Me?” you breathe incredulously. “How could I, w-why would I? My mother is dead and I am the accused?!” the guards now hold you by your arms too, keeping you in place.

“For this crime, you are charged with reckless endangerment to life and accidental manslaughter,” he motions to a nervous-looking gentleman on his right who brings forth two golden bands sitting on a red velvet cloth.

“No!” you argue desperately. “It was not me! I swear on my ancestors, Allfather, please! I was not responsible for this,” you rush, voice rising with every syllable. Your eyes follow the bracelets as they get closer.

“Enough!” Odin bellows, silencing your ranting. “It has been decided to protect the good people of Asgard, you shall be bound forevermore by the bracelets of Sindri,”

The guards flanking you push down on your shoulders when you don’t submit one of them bumps the back of your knee forcing you into a kneeling position. You thrash against them as they hold you still, allowing the sweaty advisor to deposit the bracelets onto your wrists. Still fighting, you watch as the bracelets glow in an ancient language before shrinking down to fit snugly against your skin. The metal that looked hot enough to burn when it glowed is as cold as ice.

“You cannot do this to me Allfather! I did nothing wrong!” Your head whips towards the Allfather again. The bracelets glow once more and you notice Odin’s frown deepen.

“y/f/n y/l/n, through the uncontrolled forces you possess you have opened this peaceful realm and the innocent lives that reside in it, to horror and death.” Frantically you shake your head, the bracelets on your wrists glow brighter.

“You have betrayed those you love, and those who loved you. I have taken from you your power, in the name of my father, and his before,” A mystical wind rushes past you, making you squint to keep your eyes fixed on Odin, as you do colours that remind you of the Bifrost begin to dance behind him, they pick up in speed swirling faster; it's difficult to keep your eyes open.

“I, Odin Allfather, cast you out,”

An unseen force hits you squarely in the chest forcing you backwards, you brace yourself for the impact against the floor, it never comes. Instead, you keep falling, you scream and wonder if anyone will hear you. The feeling of weightlessness making you feel nauseous. Cracking open an eye your senses are assaulted by the bright colours of the Bifrost's transportation.

Just as you feel like you’re going to fall forever, your back collides with solid ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Rolling to your side you cough and gasp for breath. Your fingers dig into damp soil, an earthy smell invades your nose. Your vision still swims around you, black begins to rim your sight. You head feels like it weighs a ton as you raise it to look out across the expanse of green.

Where had he sent you?

The distant sound of water sloshing was the last thing you remembered before you succumbed to darkness.

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Hello! I’m loving your series, Honour, and was wondering if I could please be added to the taglist?

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Honour (4)

Title: Life Everlasting

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Words: 1,480

Note: Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next part up, I’ve got a lot on my plate trying to meet university deadlines! Taglist is open on this fic if anyone wants to be added, previous parts are linked down below. Hope you enjoy it & let me know what you think!

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The lush green of English countryside plodded along outside the carriage window. Ivette was bored with staring out of the window. She wanted out of the wooden box to stretch her cramped legs. She cast a jealous glance at her riding companion who had stretched out comfortably, his head tipped back with closed eyes; asleep and completely relaxed.

‘Companion’. A sardonic smile graced her features. For eight years she had been introduced as a family friend or ward. There was nothing intimate about her relationship with the Mikaelsons. Elijah had become her jailer after that night. She was never out of his sight for long. Closing her eyes she pictured the scene that had transpired when she awoke, disappointed.

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Ivette’s head swam, she moved her limbs feeling the heaviness that lay on top of her. Cracking open her eyelids she winced at the sunlight pouring in through the window, her blurry surroundings came into focus around her and her wide-eyed fixed on the man stood at the end of the four-poster bed. Horror congealed her blood to ice in her veins.

It hadn’t worked.

Tentatively Ivette raised herself into a sitting position, her eyes trained on Elijah who stared down at her with a predatory gaze. She swallowed hard, her throat dry and painful. It ignited a hunger deep in her stomach, looking past Elijah she saw the small loaf of bread left from last night.

“Your impulsive actions were very reckless Ivette,” Elijah stated bringing her attention back to him.

“My Lord?” Feigning innocence, Ivette quickly thought of how to fool Elijah into believing she hadn’t tried to take her life.

“She is deceitful too.” He smirked.

Her attention was drawn to the hand he kept as his side, something glistened. He twirled the object carefully between his fingers, before hiding it away again by closing his hand around it.

“What do you want from me, My Lord?” She questioned.

Ignoring her demand, he tossed the object towards her. It landed with a small thump on her blankets. The empty glass bottle weighed heavily on Ivette. He knew. Scooping up the bottle she ran the pad of her thumb across the cursive scripture that read ‘Powdered Belladonna Root’.

He knew.

“How did I wake?” She kept her head bowed as she spoke.

“How do you feel?” Elijah countered, disregarding her again. When she did not answer he proceeded. “The sunlight stings the eyes, you feel hungry…” he drawled. “But it is not a normal hunger, no, it is something more. Burning your throat”

Raising her head, Ivette scowled at Elijah, brows knitted together. How could he possibly know what she felt?

“How did I wake.” Ivette didn’t question this time.

“A curious tale for another time Ivette.” Turning on his heel he strode towards the door, leaving as he had always done.

All of the fury Ivette had bottled up over the past few days rushed to the forefront of her mind. No longer able to stand to be a timid prisoner, she threw away the blankets and launched herself from the bed in an unladylike matter. Etiquette be damned. Once across the room Ivette reached around Elijah and slammed the door. He turned to face her with one eyebrow raised.

“Enough! No more of this cloak and dagger secrecy! You will tell me what you know Sir, or by the lord above, I swear I will pry it from you.” Bracing her hands against Elijah's chest, Ivette shoved him against the door.

Elijah looked mildly amused by her aggression, cocking his head to the side he took the little vixen before him. Dark tendrils of hair slipping out her plait. He glanced down at the warm hands splayed against his chest and then back up at her stormy blue eyes framed by delicate brows crinkled in fury. Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to control her rage.

“Answer me!” Ivette pushed again, Elijah’s smirk stoking the fire in her belly.

“Alright, shall we sit to conduct this in a more civilised manner?” He pushed against her and moved away from the door with ease.

“A civilised manner?” Ivette cried incredulously as he sank leisurely into one of the chairs. “How dare you speak of such things when you behave so barbarically.”

“My dear, unless you are seated our discussion shall not take place.”

Ivette clenched and unclenches her fist at his bargain, and begrudgingly took a seat across from Elijah. Fighting the urge to grind her teeth together, she clasped her hands tightly together in her lap.

”Where shall we start?” He asked meeting her venomous stare.

“How did I wake?”

“I did not lie when I said it was a curious tale, Ivette. You see nearly two centuries ago we were not so different, you and I. We lived at a time of turmoil our village plagued by creatures and when harm fell at our door my mother sought to protect her family. She made us immortal.”

“You promised the truth-“ Elijah raised a hand to silence her.

“We possess certain… gifts. The ability to pass on life to those who consume our blood, strength, speed and eternal life to name a few.” He stated nonchalantly.

Ivette sat back, the muscle in her jaw ticking. The lord Elijah thought her a fool. Surely he did, who else would believe such tall tales. Inhaling sharply through her nose and out through her mouth Ivette sought to calm the storm inside. She had enough of Elijah, his constant evading, the monsters lurking downstairs, the captivity, everything.

“You, Ivette have become the latest to be able to possess the gifts I speak of.”

“So if I were to fling myself from the battlements, I would survive?” Ivette asked curiously.

“No.” He chuckled softly, earning Ivette's’ ire. “You must consume blood first, then you may throw yourself from the battlements to your heart's content, my dear.”

Elijah watched as Ivette's features screwed up in disgust, he smirked slightly remembering having a similar reaction to the proposal two hundred years prior. Ivette opened her mouth to protest to such an idea but was swiftly cut off.

“Should you choose to not drink, you will get your wish.” Ivette's brow quirked at this revelation, perhaps freedom from this nightmare would still be possible.

“Mary…” Elijah hollered over his shoulder. A moment later a blank-faced, young girl walked into the room, not concerned with its current occupants. She came to stand by Elijah’s chair. He held his hand out for her to take, and she quietly obliged. He never broke eye-contact with Ivette as be brought her wrist towards his lips. Ivette watched in morbid curiosity as his face morphed into a darker creature and he bit down into her soft flesh. He didn’t suckle the site, instead, he offered it to Ivette who recoiled back into her seat, face scrunched in disgust.

“What in God’s name-“ she gasped, eyes darting between the crimson liquid and Elijah’s face. “You are quite unwell sir, illness of th-the mind.”

Her eyes were now firmly locked on the wound that was oozing blood, feeling an uncomfortable pull within, Ivette shot up and rounded her seat. Her hands gripped the back of the chair for some stability. She took deep steadying breaths, unable to tear her gaze away from the bite.

“Come now, Ivette.” Elijah grinned as he beckoned her towards him.

“NO!” Shrieking, she moved hastily to the window, arms winding around herself pleading for the strange sensation to disappear.

She could hear shuffling footsteps as Elijah rose and dragged Mary along with him. Elijah brought the wound into her peripheral vision and watched as Ivette held her breath as the metallic scent invaded her nostrils. Closing her eyes and grinding her teeth together Ivette tried to focus on anything else other than the unfamiliar hunger burning in her belly.

He placed a coaxing hand on the back of her neck, willing her closer to Mary’s wrist. He heard her shuddering intake of breath as her lips brushed against the crimson liquid. Unable to resist her tongue darted out, licking away some of the blood that coated her lips. Her face contorted as a strangled groan left her, something so sinful should not have this effect.

“Just a taste Ivette.” He spoke softly to her when he felt her push back against his hand.

What lingered of Ivette’s resolve broke in an instant as she latched to the young girl's wrist like a babe at its mother's teat. Elijah did not remove his hand from her neck as she fed greedily. Even when Mary collapsed in light-headedness, Ivette did not let go.

She moaned in euphoria at the sensations inside her but just like how a cold bath could dim lustful thoughts, dread seeped through her as she realised what she had become.

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