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a valentine playlist.

CONTENTS ...

burn it all down by pvris ( all the people want fire, maybe it's time they meet their dragon ) ; darkside by neoni ( just shadows that dance in my headspace ) ; if i had a heart by fever ray ( this will never end 'cause i want more ) ; the summoning by sleep token ( i want to see the other side ) ; dark side by bishop briggs ( welcome to my darkness, i've been here a while ) ; boris by lo-fang ( oh, what a cute dress, right now it's useless ) ; surrender the throne by krewella ( we're coming for your crown ) ; playground by bea miller ( make me an offer, what will it be? ) ; victim by halflives ( i'm your victim, and i like it ) ; i want it by two feet ( i think that i want it, it's all i really need ) ; dangerous by deathbyromy ( the spell you cast on me got me captured )

FEATURING ...

flawless by the neighborhood ( you're a doll, you are flawless ) ; sweet things by the pretty reckless ( little girl, come inside, i've got some sweet things ) @witchyfayex thief by ansel elgort ( i've left with her heart, tore it apart ) ; him & i by g-eazy & halsey ( we got that love, the crazy kind ) @triblud monsters by ruelle ( one misstep, you're mine ) ; one way or another by until the ribbon breaks ( one way or another, i'm gonna win you ) @sirendancer

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he's been taking his time approaching her, first getting his feel of the town, some of the individuals therein, especially the faces more familiar to him. after all, he's always known exactly where she is; her ring he's spelled makes that easy enough. her refusal to take it off is cute, touching, convenient.

hope's strong, he'll give her that, and fast — she's just not enough of either of those things (or maybe she simply doesn't want to be) to stop him from swiftly gaining the upperhand and pinning her. her breath on his mouth, one of his hands pressing her wrist firmly against the wall, his other hand delicately brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. "i'm planning on it," he murmurs, studying her features. something's off about her. runs his fingertips over her cheek, follows with his palm until he's cupping her face. leans in as if, indeed, to kiss her — only to pause, lingering closely, lips ghosting across hers as he speaks.

"but would you like to tell me why we're so far from home, darling? is this about your family?" and by this, of course, he means her time-hopping — a feat so impressive that he's never been more intrigued by the full potential of her magic. it was enough to suppress the irritation over her having left his side at all.

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Hope found a moment of quiet and peace as she walked in her home . Her humanity flickered on and off all day which frustrated her . Albeit , the words of death itself repeated in her mind .

This is what life is. Fear, rage, desire… love. To stop feeling emotions, to stop wanting to feel them, is to feel ... death.

she assumed the being itself felt nothing but who knew ? even death had feeling . Her thoughts was cut short when she sensed him . Walking over to her bedroom , hope didn't wasted time and tried to flip him over once she was close enough but as always ... her manages to pin her against the wall .

❝ ⸻ Are you going to kiss me or what ? ❞ Hope looked over at him . Even with her humanity off , feelings she wanted to push down surfaced . Knowing despite her current state , the love she held for him was quite the weakness . Never taking off her ring or anything that reminded her of him .

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he'll never stop enjoying how moldable she is, how deeply ready to please. it can be a fight, nowadays, to find witches not only responsive to him and free from the moral distractions of others, but talented enough to carry it out. faye, it seems, takes to this particular shade of magic like a sponge; all too eager to absorb its power and transform it into something of her own. he can feel her own magic touching him alongside her fingers, attempting to coax him into obedience. and it is a good attempt, one that would have even worked, were he centuries younger. "you're at your most beautiful when you're this focused," he murmurs, tacking on a heavy pause at the end. smiles as if the words hadn't been intended, hand moving to rest over hers, glide it gently from his mouth down his throat until he may trap it against his chest. "and with that, i'd say it worked. well done, faye." a glint in his eye as he adds, copying her by running his free thumb over her lip, "ask me anything and you won't hear a lie."

with his touch on her face, faye feels him grant her a taste of his power. his fingertips tingle against her cheek, and she inhales deeply, eyes fluttering closed as she enjoys the delightful sensation of his magic coursing through her veins. the power feels incredible, and faye would happily remain right here in this feeling of bliss forever. she craved feeling it for herself. now she'd had a taste, she was addicted. eyes opened again, fire behind her dark gaze. his voice is low, and his speech is soft, tempting her even further. power would always be something that the young witch would crave, and she knew that valentine was her key to that. as his thumb traced her jaw, faye's gaze found his again. with a nod, she reached up, her own hand resting upon his cheek, thumb caressing his bottom lip. she spoke the incantation again, slowly this time, yet more confidently. her touch on his bottom lip helped her to center her magic, to focus on loosening his tongue. eyes would focus on his lips, a smirk then crossing her own as she finished speaking the foreign words. "how'd i do?"

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Ben Barnes || 📸 Leigh Keily for JON Magazine

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"someone needs to," he counters lightly, turning her face just a bit more to examine the severity of her injuries. if it didn't kill him to see a woman beaten and battered, he'd say she almost looks good this way — all her siren beauty marred and made imperfect, vulnerable. as she continues to look at him, he turns the touch into a drag of his knuckles across her cheekbone. "medeor." watches as the bruises coloring her face fade before his eyes; smiles at his work. "there she is. where else did they hurt you? let me help."

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got @val3ntines

it was almost a cruel sort of irony she'd been cursed with. immortality, and yet her injuries wouldn't heal unless she harvested yet another soul to do so. she was tired, and in a brief moment of exhaustion she'd underestimated one of her 'clients'. the next day she was sore, irritated, and so not in the mood for the warlock to suddenly make an appearance at her hotel door.

"wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." she murmured, fighting the urge to flinch at his sudden touch. the concern in his gaze was surprising, dark brown hues searching his gaze in confusion.

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he hums, considering, reaching out with his magic to get a sense of her. sure enough, he feels it — powerful magic still clinging to her, like a shadow. "we'll find out who it was. in the meantime, you've been touched by something strong, something other; you can use it to your advantage." lips quirk in amusement as she nears him, offers her a brief, supportive squeeze of her elbow. "does your son know you're alive? that you're a witch?" his eyes glitter with interest as he recalls the specifics of her situation, her intent. "that he's a witch?"

WHEN YOU'VE LIVED THE FEAR OF EVERYTHING, you eventually stop fearing things the same way some would. She'd never hold her parents to their taught fear; knowing they had witnessed witch hunters who destroyed their town in such a way that they had to move continents. She'd hope to raise her child differently but in the end, the threats were too great and she knew she needed help. Different help that meant risking it all... and in the end, it was almost for nothing. Disastrous results aside, she was surprisingly happy to see Valentine. [ OR MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE BLACK MAGIC WAS EASIER THESE DAYS. ] "Yes, although I'm not sure who or what it was." She would've asked if he had a hinkering as to who could bring the dead back on such a large scale but he didn't seem to of believed it until now. He might not know. She stepped away from the book and neared him, half wanting to hug him but still found living strange. Awkward. It felt as if she were constantly vibrating as if her senses were overloaded. "I know but... my son is ten years younger than I am when I," she didn't need to finish the thought, did she? "and I can't seem to ground myself. It's like I'm half here and half there."

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she's bursting with potential. quick to learn, eager to please, a natural capacity and talent for magic; everything he looks for in a young witch to teach, to shape. dark magic isn't easy to master, however, and faye's easily frustrated temperament won't help her case. but that's why she has him — to guide her gaze up to meet his, the hint of a smirk touching his lips, and bring her focus. he allows just a taste of his power to wash over her, intrigue her, tempt her. "don't be too hard on yourself, darling," he murmurs, low. "with enough time, enough concentration ... you'll get to where you're meant to be." lightly, he brushes his thumb over her jawline. "try the spell again for me." with enough practice, she'll be able to permanently coax an individual's tongue into only telling her (and just her) the truth; something he's well protected against, even once she finally, "successfully" casts it on him. all the better to continue to win her trust.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them ft. @val3ntines

faye was in complete awe of her mentor. the things he had shown her over the short amount of time they'd known each other were simply breathtaking. the sheer power that the young witch felt radiating from the man made her want to be more like him, and all the more eager to learn everything he had to offer. dark magic had always piqued faye's interest, but no one had ever been willing to delve into the subject alongside her. valentine embodied darkness, and faye knew that he'd be able to unlock her true potential. her need for power was great, it always had been. she just needed someone to guide her hand. valentine was that someone. frustration was something that often got to the ravenette, and she'd beat herself up for not being able to unlock her own potential so easily. now was one of those times. her mentor's hand settled beneath her chin, tipping her head back to connect her gaze with his. lips would part, the very feeling of his touch emanating power. the darkness of his eyes made faye smirk, her own mirroring his. he was molding her, teasing her with a taste of the darkness, a taste of the raw power that she could have should she not give in. she hungered for that power.

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[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds / @xdivinity !

seemingly, it'd been his own fault. the old witch who owned this particular grimoire had been paranoid, ruthless, possessive — of course she would have spelled the old leather to burn anyone unwelcome from digging into its contents. still, he'd made a show of being too eager, too ready to join heads with the new ally he's found in davina claire, and went to open it thoughtlessly; now he finds himself with his hand in davina's, watching her concentrate on the burns tormenting his fingertips. "you're good at this," he murmurs, gaze flicking from her hands to her face. "i'll need to find a way to thank you."

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her display of sensuality is as elegant as always, the center of attention for every man in the room (and, hell, some of the women). aeliana truly knows what she's doing employing herself here — doubts she ever goes hungry. when her eyes at last meet his, undoubtedly in search of her next target, valentine smiles; lifts his drink in silent welcome. usually, he protects his mind, magic cloaking his thoughts entirely from her kind — but tonight, for just a moment, he leaves himself open, allows a thought to slip through unfiltered in the event that she tries to read it. you're as opportunistic as ever, i see.

the scarlet lounge was heaving with customers, the new club seemingly the talk of the town. she was almost pleased, for rebekah's sake. gracefully, aeliana took to the stage within the dimly lit club, long dark hair cascading down her back, skin almost illuminated as she basked in the sultry glow of crimson lights. her hips swayed in an hypnotic rhythm, seemingly casting a spell upon her almost entirely male audience. men, especially human men, were so easy to entice, to ensnare in her movements, to use her body as the tool cade willed from her. dark eyes scanned the room, searching for anyone to focus her attention on.

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"claudia," he greets easily enough, gaze flicking over her familiar features. she looks as perfectly hale as when he'd seen her last, before he'd heard of her untimely fate. interesting. "so it's true. someone resurrected you." slowly, valentine steps forward, eyes falling curiously to the book in front of her. "it's good to see you again; you were too young. you have more to live for."

SHE FELT IT COMING. It was in the air all around her and she couldn't escape the feeling eating away in the pit of her stomach. It had been a few days, almost a week, and now she sat there hunched over the book she'd hidden away until suddenly all at once... the feeling stopped? She looked around until her eyes fell on a familiar presence. "Valentine. You're here." and still young, of course.

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[ ben barnes, cis male, he/him ] - was that valentine i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are 800+ and are a witch. they are known to remind others of the tempting devil on your shoulder & a little too much power burning at your fingertips. i do wonder what adventures are in store for them?

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

name: valentine age: 800+ species: witch sexuality: bisexual, strong preference for women relationship status: engaged to @triblud gender: cis man pronouns: he/him languages: english, latin, spanish, arabic, french, italian, german, russian, japanese, polish, hebrew, korean, norwegian, portuguese, chinese, hindi, greek, swedish, swahili

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

bad habits: practicing black magic, influencing others down the wrong path hobbies: reading, learning, one night stands, traveling, manipulation fears: losing his power

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

faceclaim: ben barnes height: 6'1 hair color: dark brown eye color: dark brown scars: tba

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

his whole thing is basically just absolute power corrupts absolutely ykwim

extremely powerful, villainous witch of dubious origins aka some little village 800 years ago; was nearly killed by the townsfolk after he accidentally outed himself as a witch by trying to save his mother's life. trying being the key word; he failed to save her, very sad

though he succeeded in evading the witch hunt, his failure tormented him at every turn through the rest of his difficult childhood. while he struggled to survive on his own (his remaining family wanting nothing more to do with him now), he took to painstakingly learning how to read, fight, and improve his magic

stealing books here, learning things from strange travelers there, getting all the stronger, stronger, until he'd never know that feeling of powerlessness again; before he knew it, he'd begun to engage in what turned out to be black magic

from travelers and strangers and a naturally honed survival instinct, valentine became proficient at many things. magic, yes, and also languages (his favorite subject), medicine, combat, the arts

big soft spot for witches and women (especially the particularly maternal or young), much harsher on and more distrusting of men as a general rule. make no mistake, though, he's still very willing to manipulate people of all genders

has frequently disguised himself as entirely separate fake identities over the centuries, allowing him to keep his head down and avoid crafting any grand reputation for himself a la the mikaelsons; as a result, could very likely fit into just about any past connection with your muse

charismatic, creative, and curious, yet equally manipulative, self-seeking, and cold

huge fan of gaining powerful allies via influencing naive witches into practicing black magic OR assisting people with dark, powerful spells in exchange for favors/loyalty. the ancestors HATE him the rumors are true

drawn to beacon hills in pursuit of his fiancee, hope mikaelson; has tracked her down with the intention of continuing to manipulate her, especially now that she's proven just how strong her magic truly is