@astronomvical ASKED , ❛ 𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❜ ( 𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 )
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐓. breath taken into his chest, head turns toward mj while mask is set down beside him on railing of where the pair of them sat. ( carefully he’d brought them up here, arm securely ‘round her, an advertisement sign cover from the back. on the wooden platform behind the sign somewhat comfortable seating for the time being---peter had brought mj a drink, coffee, as well as one for himself. ) ❝ a-annoying? you thought i was . . annoying when you first met me, mj? ❞ brows remain tugged together, lips settled downward in a tiny frown. chest inflates with a feeling of slight confusion, mind hoping that that wasn’t 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴’𝚂 first impression of him ! he was awkward, he was young, but they all knew that . . he did his best to do his job, to stay out of the way, but annoying? ned doesn’t think he’s annoying ! [right? he’ll have to ask him.] ❝ what was so annoying? did-do i talk to much? you know i ramble when i’m nervous && well, you . . uh you make me nervous. ❞ easier to admit now that they were 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. smile spreads against lips, suit clad hands touching gently against his chest, as if gesturing while speaking: ❝ but me, peter, as your boyfriend, isn’t annoying right? c’mon! ❞ smile widens.
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‘ that will never happen again. ’ (Erin for Michelle bcccc)
﹠ . ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ sentence starter meme， grey’s anatomy.
They always did what they wanted in the end, and Michelle just wanted to see this unfold. “Hey, Sammy!” She called out from under the Mikaelson Manor’s balcony, “you sure you want to be in there?” It wasn’t him who appeared though, but his sister, looking righteous and murderous.
“I could ask the same of you,” she taunted more softly. “Might prefer a crushed skull.”
‘ that will never happen again. ’
“Who has the most enemies of anyone in this whole fucking war? Newsflash, not you. I’m just here to watch and catch any rats that escape the ship.” It was then that the shouting started and the door started to rattle. “Uh oh, did she lock you in the wolf’s den?”
Astrid pulled Erin back inside, shoving Sam into her arms. Shadow was hysterical in the other room, her voice carrying through the house, “I can’t stop it! I can’t stop it! The stone, you need the stone!”
“We have swords,” Astrid promised, looking between both McKays, “if I can get them, we can stop her the ugly way.” Turning around, she carefully guided the siblings to find somewhere safe. “Ulrik,” she called out, “where are Mum and Daddy? They need to get as far from that room as possible with Erin. The rest of us can hold her off.”
Then a sound echoed through the halls that made everything go calm, soft and powerful. “Como la flor...” Looking up to the top of the stairs, Aunt Ani stood there.
“Cover your ears,” Astrid whispered to the McKays, Olive, and Valerie, as she did the same.
“...con tanto amor.” The sound drew Shadow out of the room, her arm bent out of place but still able to walk.
“Me diste tú, se marchito
Me marcho hoy, yo sé perder,” Anikaia sang as she descended the stairs to save her family. Bringing her hand under Shadow’s chin, she calmed her, causing the girl to begin to cry even as she stared adoringly at her enchanting rescuer. “Pero.”
“Aaaayyy! Cómo me duele...” The notes long enough to keep Shadow entranced and undo the brainwashing from that psycho ghost. “Stop,” she ordered, “no one dies today who’s not already dead.”
“Who are you?” Shadow asked.
“Anikaia,” she answered, “Anikaia Mikaelson, I’m Deniz’s Mamá, and he’s downstairs where you are right now. So is my husband and the rest of our family. That’s why I need your help. Can you put your joints back in place for me and reverse the transformation?”
Shadow nodded, doing as she requested and popping the dislocated joints and broken bones back into place with little more than a wince.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmured in a daze.
“That’ll wear off,” Astrid assured as Anikaia shot her a look.
“No, she just may not say it aloud, but truth doesn’t go away.”
A frustrated scream resounded through the house as a gust of wind flowed through the manor, breaking the spells that had them locked in.
Looking over with a smirk, Anikaia said, “Siren 1, Ghost Witches 0. Looks like we’re still winning.” Relief rushed to release her shoulders as Deniz walked in the room, standing completely unharmed. “You loved that song when you were a baby,” she whispered as she approached him and brought her lips affectionately to his cheek.
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