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Another OFFICE AU aka CEO AU

A/n : Alas its not draft clearing but a brand new work for 2021 (but i still have some drafts as well)XD Hello, did any of you remember an idea dump I dropped for last year Christmas? you could easily guess which was it by tallying the mood board with the idea lists (*winks)

Setting :

1. OFFICE AU 2 , it is a brand new one where ONF member is a young CEO while you are his secretary. So I will name this one as CEO AU

Of course it does not hurt should you wanna imagine it as the already exist office au, using the idea dump posted for 2020 Christmas.

2. ONF MEMBER that I will integrate would be Hyojin and Seungjun as mentioned during the Christmas post, but I wont stop you for imagining other members, thats why in headcanons I will use ONF MEMBER instead their names. (For member X reader scenario)

3. In this headcanon, reader is slightly older than ONF member, maybe 2 or 3 years older. Same age is plausible, then it would be ONF member continued their studies further so they started working late.

ok lets go, beware its long and sorry if it is messy I tried my best to control 2 way storyline, I had fun writing but I know I am lacking much much more than I could notice. total 6k word count (dies)

1-1

• You work as assistant/secretary for the head of department/CEO in company before the young successor joins and his predecessor retires. • Because you tend to separate work life and private life, you established personality to look like ice queen on the outside (reality) but actually passionate carer on the inside (virtually). None of your colleagues knew, only your close friends • You have been using a chat app (not tinder type) for since you started intern, • 1. That app's specialty was anonymous. • 2. Its like a hideout spot where you can share and post whatever you love. (Because there are some co-workers added your FB or Insta and you felt it is a hassle to create another fake account exclusively to add people) • 3. Even though you tried and failed at 1 or 2 virtual relationships with other users, you never despise the thought of online dating. But you do know it’s not realistic so you never take it too seriously (it is also self-protection) • You would post some photos but mostly are just lunch pics, occasionally an outdoor view from your office floor, also some cute stationaries or accessories found on the way back home. (Just adding this trivia for fun linking the universe, maybe you pass by Minkyun’s flower shop as well?) • (It will be funny if your contents was more on sharing random idol pics that you follow, passionately promoting it hence creating a more impact contrast later when revealing) • One day you came across a post asking about what kind of cologne to buy for a predecessor who will be retiring. Being a good Samaritan, you leave a few suggestions under the post and did not really take it to heart, you forgot about it once you see the original author replied "Thanks" • Not knowing that 1 interaction would change your life forever.

1-2 • The next day, your superior announced his retirement and mentioned a young successor will join the company next month. And ONF member being the young successor does make rumors flying around the company, making people questioning his ability as he is related to company board of directors. The department you are in is under top 5 sales/profit bringing, so with a young successor would be inexperienced which might lead to drop of department reputation of course people are going to worry and gossip. • First impression with ONF member is actually ok. Well dressed, good looking and nice manners. The moment he followed his predecessor walks into the office floor, girls starts to make all sorts of gasping noises (lol) • Your superior mentioned that he bought a retirement gift for your superior deep down you approved at the selection of the cologne brand. • You might goes, this guy got sense, not bad. • One night after several days ONF member joined the department/company, you received a PM from a user, thanking you for the cologne recommendation. It took you a while to remember who it was. You politely replied him “You are welcome.” • The user also nonchalantly asked about how you can make such suggestion that pinpoints because by the glance at your profile, first impression could be very much misleading. • You just replied that you happened to know someone at that age who likes that type of scent hence the list of suggestions, what you did was just you taking the liberty to do a lucky guess. • Out of curiosity, you tap at the stranger’s avatar to get a glimpse of his profile, but out of your disappointment, there were no picture of his to know what he looks like. But there are pictures of scenery from places he travelled. • You also noticed that their “joined the app” days are way lesser than you are, quite a new user. • You found a few pictures of places you went before/ places that you want to go. Delighted, you started the conversation asking if he likes travelling and his next travel plans. • The other party replied briefly his plans and his experience during travels, from his words you know that he won’t be travelling overseas for the next 2 years as he had a new job and responsibility to learn. Instead he will be focusing on doing domestic travels. • His words made you reminisce your rookie days and you responded him that you understand him with empathy. You did not pry further but you do give him some encouragement, telling him that things will get better and once he got the hang of it, he will have more time on his own. (Yup at the moment you are thinking he is a freshman or newbie joining new company) • You timidly ask your new chat friend why they decided to join and use the app. He replied, “I don’t really play social media apps and I don’t want anyone to find me online, the anonymous system this app provides mental security for me.” • The reply was so different from those who are playing the app just for flirting and finding a quick date, you replied him, “Same as you.” • The conversation ends by the other party mentions he will need to be early for work and politely wishes you good night. The next morning you found the stranger has added you as friend, without any thoughts you tap on your screen and now you have a new mutual.

1-3 • Back to office, as ONF member is still new towards his scope of work, you would sometimes giving him advise and guides by sharing “What would his predecessor does.” or “What he can do by not violating company policy”. He takes advises well and would always inquire for your suggestion before making any critical decision. • Once he started to get the hang of it, you passed the torch of freedom to him because you are only a secretary/assistant. But he will still come to you, which you felt he was being dependent. (I feel if it is Minkyun, he will be more dependent should the scope of work is totally unfamiliar to him. Tendency of dependent to independent would be Seungjun, Hyojin, Yuto same par as Jaeyoung, Changyoon then Minkyun.) • (Of course sometimes there are some doubt raised regarding to policies and because he sees things in another perspective, you know he meant no harm but sometimes you wish he would just shut up and just follow the policy just for convenience sake+lessen damage. That’s because should any dissatisfaction of decision happens, colleagues will firstly come to interrogate you, hoping you to twist his decision or questioning your ability to lessen the damage done towards merit they/the department holds. AND YOU HATE PLAYING THOSE POWER MIND GAMES, even though the image you impose looked like you are skilled player.) • So there is some sense that being strict is you are trying hard to protect him and protecting yourself. • BTW ONF member, your new superior has a bright personality unlike his predecessor (huge reason is due to the age factor), even though inexperienced in work, he has good be friending skills. So people in the department felt it was less stressful working under him because he would do small talk with his underlings. (This hc is not suitable for Changyoon and Yuto during the beginning, due to their personality they would try but not suddenly initiating small talks on the first week joining.) • IT WILL BE FUNNY IF SOME FEMALE COLLEAGUE TOOK PITY ON HIM BY MENTIONING/GOSSIPING THAT YOU ARE TOO STRICT AGAINST HIM • Its not that you hate him or he does not have the ability to do his work, it’s just when he is standing on the opposing side against company policy it troubles you. • Every time when things like this happens, you would low-key complains by posting status on the chat app, mentioning you don’t hope for an understanding but you would hope those who are not in your shoes would shut up. Your mutuals mostly are office workers as well so resonates with your words. • Your new friend leaves a comment underneath the post you asking if you are doing alright, and hope you do not stress yourself too much. You thanked him for the mental support. • He will even PM you asking if you are doing alright, most of the time you don’t want to lose your cool plus you don’t think it is wise to abruptly rant towards a stranger as if they are emotional sandbag, so you will politely thank him and say that you are alright now. • Since you and your new friend work on the day, you two chat during the night and weekend, getting to know each other in a very casual pace. A bit of child hood and you both also shared your majors in studies. He told you that he used to study at overseas and he picked up hobby of travelling around a bit during those days. • You never turn on the app during lunch (to avoid people finding out) but your new friend does send you some messages during lunchtime. • As you and the new friend get to know each other, there has a few things in common, you two like talking about travels and you two read works by the same author • By the way the new friend is a he. You two are using ID names the whole time during chatting, because you have told him that you are not comfortable giving and knowing each other’s real name. He understands and respects that. • And you confirmed that he is slightly younger than you. Which you replied to him, “Oh my superior is same age as you.” • This new friend gives you a calm and mature vibe even though he is same age as your new superior. You could not help yourself but comparing. • The other party goes: “Wow, he must be a very successfully accomplished youngster.” • You go: “Nah, other than his outgoing personality that brings freshness to the department, he still got lots to learn.” • Your new friend then continues, “Your new superior is a lucky one, I can confidently say that because I have an excellent senior who would always look out for me.” • You respond, “Then you better treat them well.” • And he goes “Of course.”

1-4

• Work is as usual, possible you unintentionally eavesdropping and caught ONF member saying towards you (even better backing you up when some junior colleagues are reverse gossiping about you) : You know, Y/N might look cold and stern sometimes but actually a kind and gentle person. Y/N would always give out advice for the sake of the department/ company. • Cues you would fluster a bit by those words. • A few days later you are done briefing your superior their schedule. And ONF member suddenly ask if you are free for dinner. It’s already his 4th month in the company and wanted to properly thank you for guiding him with patience and prudence. • At first you wanted to decline him because you don’t want to deal with work related stuff after office hours, ALSO you don’t want anyone to start weird gossips. • Another reason is you don’t want to talk about yourself too much in front of your superior. Heck you even avoid your colleague’s invitations for dinner because you value your “me time” very much. • But looking at his anticipating face, you got soft and agreed that a coffee would suffice. ONF member smiles at you suggest both of you to have coffee right now at Starbucks next to your company building. You are free to choose whatever drink you like. • Before both of you leave the room. And then you heard a familiar notification sound, you thought your heart is going to stop, that is the notification sound from the chat app you are using. You did not have your phone with you so it was obvious the sound comes from ONF member’s phone. • And that was a notification alert of the system has found someone nearby and presented to the user. It got you curious and worried at the same time. • At Starbucks, ONF member had to answer a call, so you ordered his drink as well. • Later you see him start replying messages while waiting for orders to be done. You wanted to have a peek at his user name but you are a few steps away and your instinct told you better don’t do that. What if it is already someone you already know? • “Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” You tell yourself. • Once you are at your desk, you took some deep breath to calm yourself and try to remember if you recalled wrongly but truth is you are accurate. You hurriedly checked you phone, there were no new messages and you are sure you have turned off location visibility. Lucky for you it was never turned on to begin with. • You also kind of worried if your superior actually has a “fun” lifestyle after office hours. But, it’s hard to relate him to a playboy image when he looked like a friendly good boy. You shake your head and deny yourself. • “If (ONF member name) uses that app then I will need to be more careful.” you thought while sipping the frappe. So back at home, you started to alter all posts’ visibility to “Visible for mutuals only”. Took you nearly a whole night but better safe than sorry.

1-5 • More weeks pass by peacefully but one day a conflict happened between you and ONF member and some colleagues/minor members of the board. He went ahead to announce that he decides (had a thought) to run a campaign/new rule (maybe a budget cut). The moment he finished his sentences, you know the seniors will not be happy with it. • Later after meeting, you politely confront with ONF member that he should discuss with you before announcing it on meeting. Plus, announcing without any advance preparation will put him and you in an awkward position as verbal announcement are not persuasive enough. Of course you are also worried that people might use this issue to tackle and exploit the cons of both of you being inexperience and young. • “With all due my respect, Mr.(ONF member name), it will be nice if you could discuss with me before dropping that bomb at the meeting.” you try not to sound fierce but your tone clearly does not sound you are cool with his actions at all. • “And later having you lecture me and stop me? You do know it was for the good of the company too right?” He retorts like usual • “Yes but no.” you try to fight back. “ It’s not that easy, there are people need to be dealt with and I don’t think you--” • Before you could finish, ONF member says with an eyebrow raised, “You don’t think I can handle it, because I am still unexperienced.” • You unconsciously frown and thinking, why is he suddenly trying to pick a fight deliberately today? Why is he suddenly trying to piss off seniors in the department/company? • ONF member then with firm tone, gives you suggestion, “Should you have anyone come to you and complain, tell them that you knew nothing at all and request them to talk to me directly instead.” • “I am the CEO, not you.” He adds. • You could not help but sigh, knowing there is not point arguing because he is not going to back down. And deep down you do know the new rule/budget cut will do more merit than harm. (Your focus is more on how deal with seniors employees not him for now because seniors are more pain in the ass compared to him) • But still there are people come to you and bug you while you are working and you can’t tell them to leave you alone hence it stresses you out. • You escape to the bathroom taking your phone with you and vents out at the app by posting a status mentioning you are just trying to do your job and wants a peaceful work days. • You also come across seeing your new friend posting a status prior your meeting time, it’s a photo of frappe you recommended him to try it out. He is thanking you for recommending it. • You could not help but feeling a bit jealous, should your title and work scopes are different/ should you are just normal employee rather than a CEO’s secretary, you might not need to face these kind of stress. • “Guess you have to bear what you signed up for huh?” you thought to yourself after 15 minutes cooling yourself down. • You switched your mind set and step out from bathroom. Returning to your place with your usual ice cold face. You are trying hard not to show that you are weak against stress. You are too immersed at people coming at you asking you questions, without knowing ONF member actually observing you with concerned gaze from his room. • That night, you receive a PM from your new friend asking if you are doing ok, as you never sound that upset before. He said he can lent an ear so you can tell him what happened. You spare him all the intricate details and tell him briefly that your superior made a mess and you need to clean it up also back his plan no matter you like it or not. • The whole progress he did not interrupt you nor tried to tell you what you should do, he let you type all the way until you finished. Once you are done, you asked, “I don’t know what might be up in his sleeves that it’s inconvenient for me to know beforehand but... Isn’t he a jerk, putting me into an awkward situation?” • Your friend backs you up and agrees with you that matters should be discussed, and critiques your superior actually could trust you more. • You thanked your friend for letting you to rant and mentioned you have accepted the fate because of the title and responsibility you hold in the company. That’s being professional and mature in office. • The other party replied that even if that is the case, he hope you don’t stresses yourself too much as it seems your new superior still needs your guidance and support. • You playfully replies, “Well I am not his babysitter XD, he will need to face a lot of issues by his own someday.” • “Why is that?” • “Well I can’t always be by his side though? I might get married and resign.” you reveal your future plans to your new friend, “Moreover, even I don’t resign, I might take pregnancy leave though?” • The other party comments, “I never thought you had that planned out.” • And he continues, “Your profile gives out the ‘I love my job so much.’ vibe” • You then back up your point by saying you do want that plan to work but too bad you are single now, so of course you are going to focus on your job more. Plus, you do not plan to find a partner in work place anyways. • The new friend leaves more supportive words and hoping it will cheer you up. By the end of the conversation, he also offers that you can come to him and rant should you need an ear. • You grin at his words and felt warm towards his actions. Rarely any of your mutual actually PM to check up on you. “Maybe he was just being nice.” you thought before you wish him good night.

1-6 • The next day, you are being summoned by your superior the first thing in the morning. He passes you a pile of documents and requests you to go through it. It a proposal regarding to the budget cut/new rule and he hope you can be his ally. His gaze is not as firm as yesterday, but it’s more of seeking approval and acknowledgement from you. • You let out a sigh and mutters, “You know, should you have hand this to me beforehand the situation won’t be that ugly.” And then you start to flip the pages. • “Sorry.” He apologizes. “But I really want to make it work. It’s also a handover work by my predecessor.” • “You look up upon him too much, ONF member, he is a sly fox just like the other seniors.” You do not mean to back stab but you are telling the truth. “Has it never come to your mind why he did not initiate the plan when he is here and requested you to initiate it when he is gone?” • “I know. But this move is going to benefit the company; I am willing to bear responsibility.” ONF member adds • You stop reading and look at your superior in the eye, “You better hope this work though, I don’t want my 5 months effort of guiding you goes to waste. And I hate the idea that I need to re- adjust my pace with a new superior.” • ONF member gets your intentions behind your words; he swiftly stands up from his chair and thanked you. “I owe you big one, Y/N. Another cup of coffee to thank you for reals?” • “No thanks, I will be busy. Next time.” You feel uncomfortable because the social distance between you two seems shortened, so you politely decline. • Luckily the whole budget cut/new rule policy worked out fine and by year end, benefits shows. You and ONF member can finally relax a bit knowing that you both have won the fight.

1-7 • Meanwhile, you did not stop interacting with your recent favourite friend. As you two got to know each other even more, both of you chat almost every day during the night. He never bores you and he can understand most of the topic you bring up. You are amazed that how can someone has so many things in common? • It spikes your curiosity and you ask him if a wonderful person like him has a partner in real life. He answers you that he is single, just like you are. • (You thought he is lying because he is such a nice guy, but of course you do tell yourself not to 100 percent trust everyone online) • Then he asks your opinion about online virtual dating. You honestly told him about your experience. But you added that even though you failed twice/thrice, you are not against it. • And that moment, you don’t know what has gotten into you, you playfully type, “You are asking my opinion on that as if you are preparing yourself” • “Prepare for what?” he asks • “To get yourself an online girlfriend.” You reply. • His respond reads, “Yes I am.” • “That’s wonderful. That girl you will be confessing is a lucky one.” • “Yea, indeed you are.” • You pause for a moment when you saw the message. • “Wait, you serious? ME??” you quickly send him the message because you thought should you hesitate longer, the mood will turn awkward. • He replies you by sending you a heart emoji. • You give a quick thought, well it is interesting chatting with him and he does seem nice. Plus, it’s online anyway, you could call it off should he becomes toxic and annoying like your previous experiences. • “I wasn’t sure if you are ok with someone like me. “He continues. “I am fine if you want to call it off should you found someone in real life later on.” • “Don’t be silly, that should be my line.” You retort him. • And then you have it, another secret. You have an online boyfriend now. You both even declared each other as a pair of soulmate publicly on the app. But you two did not exchange selfies, keeping the relationship virtual and anonymous. • However you two always share interesting stuffs happen on daily. New book, new cd, a random shot of a puppy or cat you met on the street. • Also before year end, you overheard girl colleagues gossiping about your superior has a girlfriend now; you are not interested at his private life so you just let it slide. • But you did briefly mention it to your boyfriend. Not in a gossip tone, more of a life update share. • Of course there are some girl colleagues that are ok with you comes to you, hoping you leak some information about ONF member’s rumoured girlfriend. But of course you know nothing at all, leaving them with disappointed answer. • Fast forward to the week before Valentine’s Day. It is also 10th month since ONF member joins the company. • Out of the sudden, your online boyfriend suggests you two to meet up. You are not against it, and it’s not like you never met anyone you know from the app. Thinking why not knowing a new friend in real life, you agreed his offer. (Also because you are curious what he looks like so that you can understand why he was single before dating you) • You even inquired his preference in chocolate and promise bringing him some on official first date. • Your boyfriend thanks you and suggests a place for dinner. You knew that place, it’s expensive and you could not help but wondering if he is trying hard to match you. (You still thinks he is just a normal employee in a company) • But, your boyfriend only replies: “Don’t worry, it is the perfect spot, I could not think of others that are suitable to our taste.” • You can only acknowledge it because you don’t want to have an argument to blow up but deep down you could not help yourself to start doubting again. • “It’s going to be Ok, right?” you question your decision, but it’s too late.

1-8 • On Valentine’s Day, younger female colleagues in your office give out chocolate treats to younger male colleagues as friendship presents, some of course using the occasion to confess. • You don’t have the habit of presenting chocolate treats as a token of friendship appreciation at the office. But you are giving your date chocolate treat later; you hid yours in your bag carefully scared of being teased should anyone saw it. • ONF member gets some too. One female colleague even teases him if he is going to get chocolate from his girlfriend. And ONF member replies that he might get it later that night. • Of course ONF member will asks you for chocolate treat with an innocent face, you just bluntly tell him that you don’t have the habit to give out chocolate treats, he only pouts after listening to your respond. • By the way today you unintentionally changed your makeup (lipstick or eyeshadow). No one dared to make any comments but not your superior, ONF member. • He goes: “Y/N ah? Did something good happen on you? Are you going to a date tonight?” • You are typing quick report and his words caught you off guard. You flinched at his words. Hoping ONF member did not notice, you quickly lied by telling him simply ran out of your usual makeup colour. • But your superior teases you a bit, “Aww, I was hoping I could attend your wedding in near future. “ • You have gotten used to his socializing pattern, so you counter him by asking if he is going to bring his girlfriend to have a nice dinner at a grand restaurant. • And to your surprise, he revealed the place he will be having dinner with his partner. It’s the same place where you are heading to later. He had a special room booked exclusively for tonight’s date. • “Oh, Oh… Have fun and enjoy your dinner.” You force yourself to break a smile. • ONF member only smirks at you and gives you a few pats on your shoulders and says he will have an unforgettable night before returning to his room. Leaving you questioning the meaning of his actions that are unpredictable but also definitely intentional. • Of course you had a quick thought asking your boyfriend if it is possible to change location, you could not bring yourself to ask as you are worried you might sound rude/arrogant trying to change plans on the last minute. You deduced that since ONF member will be having dinner in a room, you might not going to bump into him. You and your boyfriend can just finish dinner quickly. • You could not have that bother you too much time because you need to finish your report so that you can leave on time. Once it reaches the end of office hours, the others started to leave. You made up a plan to leave after ONF member leaves the office. You keep raising your gaze to have a slight peek towards your superior’s room. • Seeing him finally standing up from his chair and adjusting his suit. You can tell he is finally leaving. He passes through your desk and asks, “Y/N ah, please don’t tell me you are planning to work overtime during this special day?” • You only smiles and tell him you are going to finish soon, “Don’t you have a dinner to attend?” you remind him without looking at him, acting as if you are typing the remaining contents of your report. • “Yea I do. See ya.” ONF member waves you goodbye. • You leave the office after 10 minutes. (As for method of transport to the restaurant, I will leave it to your choice.)

1-9 • You reach the building of the restaurant. You let out a sigh, hesitating to step in nonchalantly knowing ONF member is inside there as well. The least thing you definitely do not want to happen is ONF member finding you having a dinner date tonight. It’s embarrassing and it will break the balance of your work and private life. • While you are pacing in front of the building with hesitation, you receive a chat notification from the app. You open it and it was your boyfriend, notifying you that he has arrived, and he reminds you the restaurant located at 38th floor. • You nervously bite your lower lip knowing it’s too late and it is rude of you to cancel the date on last minute. He was a decent person to chat with and you don’t want to lose a good friend. You are blaming yourself for agreeing to attend this date too casually. And you also find yourself way too wary of your virtual boyfriend’s thoughts towards you should you now called him to cancel the date. • Then you heard a familiar voice called out your name and you turn your head towards the voice unconsciously. It’s ONF member, walking out from the building. You flustered and panicked by just imagining scenarios of him asking why you are here and other many more questions. • “OMG…. Shit shit shit….!” You cursed in your head, regretting your life decisions. Recalling the entire chat context between you two, this might be the worst thing ever to happen in your life. • He is grinning while reaching out to grasp your hand. You unintentionally try to back away from him but he was faster. You tried to pull your hand away but he pulls you toward him instead. You nearly bumped towards his chest. • “Y/N ah, I told you its 38th floor; you did not get my message?” ONF member asks as his smirks widens. • As he finished his words, you only look at the young guy in front of you with disbelief, processing his words. Seeing you froze due to the big plot twist, ONF member taps you on your forehead hoping to unfreeze you. • “It can’t be…You are (ONF member’s ID in the app)?! “You exclaim. • “Yeap.” He responds. • “Impossible…How?” you ask. “How did you know it was me?” • “At first I had my doubt when I first saw an old post of yours. You shot a sunset pic from our office floor by the window near the lift right?” he returns with another question. And man he is good at remembering details. • “Then I confirmed that it was you by the time I announced budget cut/new rules for the company/department. ” he explains • “I…” You could not bring yourself to say anything, but you are not an idiot, “(ONF member name), did you risked your reputation in the company just to find out a stranger’s real identity?” • “No, I did not, I swear. I initiated the plan to suddenly announce the budget cut because I want to find out which board seniors will make a move to cover up themselves, as requested from my predecessor.” He knows you well to sense that you are angry, and he quickly denied. “I only know it was you when I checked up on you. Since then I have been dropping so many hints for you to realize, but it seems like you are the dense one here.” • You can tell he is telling the truth. • “This is absurd…” you mutter while placing your hand on your forehead. • ONF member let out a sigh and he shifts behind you, places his hands on your shoulders then pushes you forward. “Come on, I am starving we can talk about it later, you did not had a decent meal during lunch as well right?” • He is right, you only had a mini croissant during lunchtime.

• You follow him without a word to the entrance of the building and enter the lift to 38th floor. ONF member has booked a nice room that both of you can enjoy the city’s night view.

1-10 • It was a luxurious dinner but you are not in the mood enjoying it. In fact you are so stressed that you could not even taste your food. You did not touch your dessert at all. • You only quietly trace the shape of wine glass in front of you while looking at the night view, hoping the night to pass quickly. • “You are not happy with me being your date, Y/N?” he suddenly asks. • You jolted and you finally look at him in the eye for the first time tonight. • “You startled me, I am still trying to grasp the situation here.” You reply him with a low voice, trying to act calm by casually bring your drink closer to you and hydrates your throat. • “Hey Y/N-ah, I know you mentioned before that you don’t like the idea of dating someone from the office, but…” his eyes are fixed on you. “I like you. Not just the virtual you, but also the real you.” • “I called you a jerk.” You know you should not bring it up, but you still did. • “Which I did act like one so, no hard feelings.” He accepted. “I am truly sorry about that, I was trying to prove myself way too hard.” • Now it got awkward since he apologized without any complaints. You don’t know what to say and avert your gaze again. • “You know, Y/N ah, when you are stressed, you tend to avoid other people’s eye contact. “he breaks the silence. “And you are doing that ever since you reached here.” • Upon hearing his words, you flinched and exchange eye contact with the young man sitting in front of you. • “And oh, and you flinch as well.” He adds, “Which is very adorable in my opinion.” • “(ONF member’s name), I …” you try to explain yourself but he cuts you off. • “It alright, you don’t have to push yourself, I have made you stressed out way too much today.” ONF member smiles at you while saying based on what he observed. • He finally stands up and offers to send you home. You could not decline him because you felt terribly sorry for ruining such as nice date. • “I am sorry, should it is another girl, it will be a terrific night for you.” You apologized before leaving his car. • “Don’t worry; it is an unforgettable night for me.” He responds with his usual smile. • Back at your place, you are frustrated that the night ended up in an awkward and weird way. You only noticed that you did not get to hand him the chocolate treats as promised. • You cannot sleep that night, gazing at the chocolate treats as you holding the package in your hands. You cannot tell if you messed up or you are lucky that he happened to like you. • You wanted to consult a random mutual of yours but you hesitated. Because at this point you are not sure if you actually have the full grasp on the situation. And you don’t want a biased reply. • “It’s just this boyfriend of yours happened to be him, I guess?” you murmur to yourself. But that did not clear up your mind enough for you to make any decision towards the situation. • Several days passed, ONF member did not send any message to you in the chat app. He acted like usual back in office, but it does not look like he has any intention to talk about what happen between you two either. • (The problem is you cannot look at him in the eye) • You are troubled if you should initiate the first move. It’s not like you hate him, you never did in the first place, it’s just he annoys you sometimes. • Then you overheard ONF member having small talk with colleagues, and they ask about his Valentine’s Day. He only replies it was an unforgettable night and he is glad that he is able to meet his girlfriend, it was better than never meeting her at all.

1-11 • From his words, you gain a bit of courage and decided to make your first move. • The next day you arrived at the office earlier than usual, you take out something from you bag and places small gift box on ONF member’s desk. The small box has a memo attached to it. • You hurried back to your desk, acted as if nothing happened while the office starts have more and more colleagues coming in. ONF member arrives later on and he greets you before heading in his room. • You take some quick glances, making sure ONF member notices your belated Valentine’s day gift. • He did noticed and read the memo you attached, then he made a confused look but he adjusts his facial expression immediately as he sees you stood up from your place. • You head to his office room to brief his morning schedule. Like usual, you step into his room, closes the door and starts the briefing. ONF member stares at you with a puzzled expression while sitting on his chair. • Once you done your part and you ask him if he has any schedules to add into the list, he places the gift box into your view and pushes it towards you. • “What do you mean by this?” he inquires. • “I promised you chocolate for Valentine’s day, sorry I was late.” You purposely answer him the wrong information. “ Don’t worry I made a brand new ones.” • “You know I meant this.�� He pulls out the memo has his eyes fixed on you. • The memo wrote, “(ONF member’s ID), Let’s call it off --- (Your ID)” • “That’s how it is.” You tried not to break into a smile, you are getting your revenge and this is fun. “You are the one who said you are fine to call it off if either one of us found someone in real life right?” • ONF member pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering then he admits he did say that. • “Well you found someone in real life, so there is not point for us to continue virtual dating on the app anymore right?” you slightly let out a victorious smirk as you ask him. • ONF member finally gets what you mean and he let out a smile. He puts down the memo and pushes himself up from his chair and walks towards you. • Thankfully the design of his room is made up of walls, once the wooden door is closed; no one knows what happens inside. • “So, you are fine with us dating in real life then?” You can feel his breath as he is only one step away from you. This time you are not going to back away and you look at him straight in the eyes. • “I will need to adjust a bit. You have a problem with me being your girlfriend?” you reply with him with another question. • ONF member unconsciously let out another smile, he quickly hides it with his hand, “No, not at all…” and those were the words you can hear coming out from him • “That settles it then.” You widen your grin towards him before turning around ready to leave his office. • But you are being pulled back by a pair of arms. Your back come contact to his chest area. He is hugging you from behind you. • “Seriously, I don’t get you.” He low key complains. “I thought you are going to hate me for real this time.” • “I was going to, you did not texted me and you acting like nothing happened after that night.” You pout as you explain to him. “I thought I have ended my career the moment you told me who you are. And who would have thought a decent CEO would date someone randomly they met in a online chatting app?” • “I am sorry; I thought leaving you unbothered for some time so that you don’t get stressed out.” You could tell from his tone he does feel apologetic. He never sounds like that before during work.

• "But I am dead serious on trying to start a proper relationship with you that’s why I suggested for us to meet up.” he continues. “Glad you felt the same.”

• You freed yourself from his hug and turn to him. • “Now listen, (ONF member’s name), as we are professionals, I do hope you understand that there is a clear line between work and private life.” You remind him. “Just because we are dating now, does not mean that I am going to let you off easily if you messed up during work, ok?.” • “Man, I don’t think I will ever win you huh?” ONF member only look at you affectionately and continues, “As you wish, my beloved assistant/secretary.”

A/N : the concludes for this oneshot headcanon fic should there are more ideas I might write a continuation about this pair for a part 2. Also thinking of linking the universe with MInkyun Florist AU, just a maybe.

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madbucker · 4 years ago

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Silhouettes | Daryl Dixon.

Eventual Daryl Dixon x female reader.

IV.

Season 1.

MASTERLIST.

Loosely based on the song We Will Become Silhouettes by The Postal Service.

Summary: Y/N follows Rick to Atlanta. They find a group willing to help them.

Warnings: language, gore stuff (twd style), mentions of death, mentions of domestic abuse. Will add more warnings depending on the chapter’s content. Let me know if you think it needs some other warning!

Word count: 3.6k.

Author’s note: First things first, I’m not a native English speaker, so bear with me! You can send me a message or an ask pointing out some mistakes so I can edit the post. Also, it will help me learn the language, so don’t hesitate! Had this in my drafts for a few days. I hope you like it! ♥

Gif’s not mine.

“Morgan…” You couldn’t find the right words to express how grateful you were. You looked at Morgan and Duane with conflict showing in your eyes: you were happy and hopeful that you were going to find your sister in Atlanta, but you couldn’t ignore the anguish, the heartbreak of leaving them. Every second counted, and waiting a few more days could lower your chances of finding her alive, but those two had saved your life. What if leaving them lowered their chances of making it to safety? Even if you weren’t suited for survival, having someone else around could make a difference.

“Go, this is your chance. We’ll meet again, soon.” Morgan took over as if he knew how much you were feeling at the moment, embracing you not only with his arms but with his words.

Yeah, we’ll meet again, you thought. Your mind softened for a couple of seconds when you felt another set of arms hugging you tight from your side. You had only known them for a couple of weeks, but that was a lot when the world was the way it was. Weeks felt like a lifetime for you, and so it did for the men that had taken you in.

Men, because Duane was far from being a boy. It was sad, he deserved to live the rest of his childhood like you did, or like his father did. He had to, forcefully, become brave, strong, and even cold sometimes.

“We’ll meet again in Atlanta, or somewhere else, I don’t know, but we will.” You said as they let go of you. All you could do after that was forcing yourself to smile reassuringly.

“Now go and help Rick find his family too.”

“You can't leave me here... Not like this. You can't, man. It's not human. Come on, don't do this!”

Merle’s voice was faint as you ran down the stairs with everyone else. Their names were blurry in your head, the adrenaline making you forget about everything but the fact that your life was hanging by a thread.

But Merle, oh, you would never forget his name.

He was the type of person you were afraid to run into, back when you were alone. You were glad Rick was there to put him in his place, even though that hadn’t shut him up.

Finding other survivors had its downside, you guessed, but not all of it was bad.

They told you that they had a camp, that they had people. The blonde woman’s younger sister was one of them, and they said they had children, too. Maybe it was too good to be true, but since Atlanta was overrun by walkers, then that was the best you had.

Walkers, that’s what they’d named them: because that’s all they did, they were the empty carcasses of what used to be a beautifully complex human being. They just walked, and bit, and killed.

You feared your sister was one of those, roaming around the city. That thought hadn’t left your mind since you first realized how bad things had gotten there. What if she had gone to Atlanta, seeking shelter, but found her death instead? You knew you had to get out of the situation you were in before you made any decisions. The camp didn’t seem like a bad idea, you could stay there temporarily and visit the city a few more times until you found her. Maybe even bring back supplies to thank everyone for letting you stay. That was if you made it, survival was still something new, something you had to train for.

Safety in numbers felt like your best shot.

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings until you got inside the loading dock, your eyes were fixed in what was in front of you. A walker could’ve gotten you from your sides and you wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. You were lucky enough to get to safety.

So was T-Dog, who at last second caught up with you, right before you heard Rick banging on the door.

You sat next to the two women, hugging yourself with your trembling arms. You were agitated and couldn’t catch enough air to say what you knew everyone else wanted to say.

“Hey, T-Dog,” you moaned once you could stabilize your breath, “where’s Merle?” you almost barked the asshole’s name. He looked down to his knees.

“I dropped the damn key,” he growled, angry and ashamed.

“Well, shit.” You whispered, making sure nobody heard. Merle had it coming, that was clear, but T-Dog didn’t have to carry with the guilt of leaving a man to die just because he happened to be… the way he was.

“Best not to dwell on it. Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back... except, maybe, Daryl.” One of the men commented. You lifted your head and locked your eyes with his, your heart starting to beat faster once again. If for some reason Merle had someone who cared for him, then they had to love him. That was a difficult man, the one you had met back there… It must've taken a huge amount of patience and devotion to want him around for more than a few hours.

If he actually had someone who cared for him, you were completely fucked.

“Daryl?” you hesitated to ask, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

“His brother.”

The scenario was so beautiful it was truly unbelievable. You were stepping out of the dock when Rick’s drowned cry caught your attention. Looking forward, you saw a kid running to hug him, followed by a woman. You quickly figured out Rick had found his family, making your heart flutter. In the shithole you were in, you figured those things were a sight to be seen, something that didn’t happen every day, so you let yourself enjoy the view.

You knew Rick’s son was young, even younger than Duane, but seeing him there made you realize how fragile he was.

Innocent, scared, too little to live through those times. And for a second, you forgot that a few hours before you thought you had no purpose left. Not finding your sister, seeing how one of the biggest cities in the country had fallen… you had started to think that there was no use in trying so hard to survive when you had nobody left.

But there he was, Carl, and there were more kids in the camp. Maybe you could do more than just survive. Trying to help them live their lives with as little worry and concern as possible was better than giving up.

“Why on earth did you leave the apartment?!” A loud, high pitched scream echoed through the camp, and it didn’t take long for you to spot her, running to you.

Her. Mayra. Your sister.

When her body slammed into yours, you fell backward as you hugged her tight, trying not to let her go, as if she could slip away from your arms at any moment. You stayed on the ground trying to take in every detail you could. Her shaky breath, the way her hair felt on your skin, how her fingers were uncomfortably pressed between the ground and your shoulder blades. Her small cries as she tried to find the exact words to say.

“I was looking for you!”, at that point, you were sobbing, not even thinking about the people whose eyes wandered from Rick to you two.

“And I was about to go back home looking for you!” She cried, steadying her breath before standing back up. You followed her actions, your sight never leaving hers.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since it all started. Weeks, for sure. Months, too, although sometimes it felt like decades.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and she scanned her surroundings, fear creeping in her. She put both of her hands on your shoulders and lightly shook her head, still searching for something, you couldn’t guess what.

��Did he die?” She questioned firmly. You didn’t answer, had someone else gone to Atlanta that hadn’t made it? Someone who died before you found the group? She couldn’t be talking about…

The entire world fell on top of you. You had just discovered your sister was alive and had also just found out you left someone she cared about behind. “Did Merle fucking die?!”

The fire warmed your legs and the frog legs tasted so, so good. You hadn’t eaten anything freshly cooked in such a long time, it felt unreal. You were focused on your food and on Rick’s story, it was the first time you heard him talk in-depth about what had happened. He seemed happy, and the bags under his eyes were more subtle. His entire demeanor had changed.

“They found me…” your sister’s voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. You had a conversation pending; one that the both of you decided to ignore so you could enjoy the feeling of being back together, “... the Dixons, I mean. Merle didn’t want me around, Daryl didn’t either, but he was too kind to let it show. Thank God we found the group, like, a couple of days after I joined them.” Her eyes were lost in the flames as she spoke. She knew it hadn’t been your fault, there was no way you would leave him on purpose. “But I was about to die, Y/N. I felt the walker’s teeth on my skin, it tore the fabric on my shoulder. I just accepted it, didn’t fight back, didn’t try to escape.” She looked at you, and you realized that nothing meant shit anymore… life at that moment was constantly being on the verge of dying and knowing that the people you loved could die at any moment, too. Nothing could ever go back to what it used to be. “And, then, a freaking arrow went through the walker’s head. Clean, just like that, and it fell on top of me. I had never seen death in first person, you know. I had lost my friends after a dozen of those creeps came out of nowhere, but I didn’t see them die, I just heard the screams.”

She was your little sister, you hated to hear her that way, so hopeless and surrendering to death.

“You’re safe now, these people know how to fight-” you stared, but she stopped you before you could finish.

“I know. But one of the men who saved my ass isn’t safe. Yes, he’s not the kindest, nicest, or most selfless man, but I owe him.” You knew that feeling too well. You owed Morgan and Duane, you owed Rick, and Glenn, and so many people. None of them had behaved the way Merle did, but not only Mayra owed him, you did too.

Nodding, you sighed and looked at her in the eyes, reassuring her you would do something to get him back, anything you could.

“Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?” Shane’s loud demand made you jump slightly. Your sister nudged you on your side with her elbow and signaled you to look at Ed. She had been suspicious about him and you both had talked about it a few hours back

“It’s cold, man.”

“Then join us or put it out, we don’t want to be seen…” you spoke, managing to sound as nice as you could. You didn’t want to start anything, but you knew how dangerous it could get. You had to avoid loud sounds and bright lights. But Ed, as expected, ignored you.

“Yeah, the cold doesn’t change the rules, does it? Keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from a distance, right?” Shane continued.

“I said it's cold. You should mind your own business for once.” Ed’s answer has was harsh, you could tell he would be hard to deal with, but not everything could be perfect in such a numerous and diverse group. Everyone had different stories to tell, some of them were more tragic than others.

Shane got up and walked steadfastly towards Ed and his family’s fire, “Hey, Ed... Are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?”

“Go on. Pull the damn thing out. Go on!” Ed bossed and his wife pulled the log out of the fire almost immediately, not questioning his husband’s command. It was sad and frustrating, but knowing that stepping in could cause the wife and the little girl to get hurt forced you to stay in your place. Shane seemed to be handling the situation. He was like some sort of leader in the camp, and he had been around those people for so much longer than you, he knew what to do. At least that’s what you told yourself in an attempt to find comfort.

You saw how Shane spoke to Ed’s wife and their daughter, but you couldn’t hear what he said as the group had started a conversation to fill in the silence.

“Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind.” The man -whose name you learned was Dale- questioned, deciding to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me.” T-Dog’s shameful tone showed up once again.

“I cuffed him. That makes it mine.” Rick followed. It couldn’t turn into a competition of who was brave enough, who was the most selfless, or who was willing to sacrifice themselves.

“We were all there, it’s not a competition, any of us could’ve done something-” You intervened, hoping you could bring into the conversation the fact that you were planning on going back, but Glenn interrupted you:

“I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy.” You hated it, but if Daryl was as bigoted as his brother, then Glenn was right.

“I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him.” T-Dog stated, completely convinced of facing the consequences.

“And we keep on making a competition out of this. We all should be there and say whatever we have to say.” You said in a determined tone. You were all responsible, one way or another.

“Look, Y/N… maybe I can tell him?” Mayra whispered as the rest kept on debating who should speak up.

“I don’t know how it could help…” You said back. Yes, Mayra knew him better than you, but she hadn’t been involved, she didn’t have to.

She opened her mouth to protest, but T-Dog’s words captured your interest instantly:

“My point... Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us.”

When the fire was out and everyone got into their tents, including your sister, you still sat on the same log as before. The scenario felt strange, almost unknown to you: outside at night, under the cloudy night sky, and still not unsafe. It had been so long since you felt immortal and undefeatable, just like any other girl your age felt... like nothing could happen to you, not ever. You missed it. But beautiful as that night was, the imminent danger thickened the air.

You felt your eyes growing heavier each second. You were ready to go to sleep, so you got up and started to walk to the tent you and Mayra would share, but the sight of someone on the roof of Dale’s RV made you stop on your tracks.

Shane was keeping watch, and you wondered if he did it each night, or how had they arranged the shifts. He looked tired and the look on his face was anything but friendly.

“Hey, want to switch?” You asked approaching the stairs and climbing up, not waiting for an answer. Once you got off the stairs, your eyes wandered through the trees and landed up in the sky. If he kept watch every night, then you knew why. The view wasn’t mesmerizing, you had seen more beautiful countless times before, but the air up there was lighter, and the breeze, soothing.

“Sorry ‘bout Ed today.” Shane ignored your question. You sat down next to the chair he was sitting in.

“Don’t be, he’ll pay for what he’s doing to his family someday. Soon, I hope.” You looked up and realized his eyes were lost somewhere in the horizon. He looked tired, and if you read more into it: defeated. “Go to sleep, I’ll stay. I want to.”

It came as a surprise to you: that was all he needed to hear. He didn’t protest, he got up, handed you the shotgun and left. You didn’t know if he would be able to get some sleep, at least he could try to.

But what you did know was that you weren’t suddenly concerned about the sleeping schedule of a man you had just met. You were desperately in need of being alone. Being around so many people was something you had only dreamt about, at least for the last weeks, and although you felt the luckiest you had ever felt, the safety you had found allowed you to put your feet back on the ground.

Everything had happened so fast. You almost died, and more than once. You met people, they saved you, you left one of them to die, you found out Mayra was alive and safe, Rick’s family was with her… and you still had to figure out how to break the news to Merle’s brother.

You were going back to the city, too, as if everything that had happened wasn’t enough. You’d do it for your sister, and for the men who saved her, as questionable as they were.

And suddenly, it clicked.

The bag. The guns.

You had to remind Rick. It could save the group from an attack from walkers, or from other people. That way you knew somebody else would go back with you and you would actually have a shot of coming back alive, even if they despised Merle.

“Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up.”

You had just finished hanging some of your clothes to dry when an unbothered and loud voice caught everyone’s attention. From their wide eyes, you could tell who had just gotten back. Merle’s brother, Daryl, sounded, moved, and acted just like him. It wasn’t just the accent, but his words, how his presence made everyone uncomfortable… you could tell they were expecting him to snap as soon as he found out. Behind him, Shane and Rick looked and nodded to each other. You approached them, determined to be a part of it even if hell broke loose.

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there.” Rick got to the point with no rambling.

“We locked the door, he’s safe from walkers.” You dared to look at him in the eyes, but regretting it as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!”

“Yeah.” Rick stepped in front of you, and without skipping a beat, Daryl attacked Rick, who shoved him off.

You took a few steps back and spotted your sister, who was just getting out of the RV. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open as soon as she realized what was happening: Daryl, Shane, T-Dog and Rick were yelling at each other. She stood in her place, everyone in the camp knew well not to intervene. Shane had Daryl on a chokehold as Rick explained to him that he wanted to have a calm discussion, which seemed to force Daryl to give in. Shane let go of him.

“What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others.” Rick kept going. At that point, you guessed nothing could actually calm Dixon, he was still breathing heavily.

“It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it.” T-Dog cut in.

“You couldn't pick it up?” Daryl snarled.

“Well, I dropped it in a drain.”

“If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't.”

“Hey, I told you, the door’s chained with a padlock. There’s no way walkers could get to him.” You repeated, trying your best to be concise and get to the point: Merle was still out there.

“And who the fuck are you?” Daryl took a few steps forward and stared at you in the eyes. You weren’t scared, but it did take you by surprise. You stumbled back and raised your hands, putting them in between you.

“She’s my sister, Daryl!” Mayra’s shaky voice made him turn around. You couldn’t see his face, but hers was filled with heartbreak. She felt she had failed him, as if she had broken an unspoken promise. Daryl faced you again.

“Funny, huh? How I saved your sister but you left my brother to rot.” He growled. His voice low and irritated.

Your eyes jumped from Mayra to him. You straightened your body and took a deep breath. He was right. You felt miserable, and you couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Mayra, you knew you would have to do something as soon as she told you her story.

“I know, that’s why I’m going back there. With or without you.”

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon oneshot

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misssamericanaaa · 5 years ago

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My “Analysis”/Headcanons on Chaddick’s Family

Note before I begin - I typed this up in my drafts and it was a very long, unorganized, and rambling post and when I pasted it into Google Docs to edit it, it was three full pages! So this is still long but hopefully more organized and not as rambling!

Just a warning this does have some spoilers for Quests for Glory and The Crystal of Time so if you maybe haven’t read them yet but are interested in the series maybe don’t read this!

Ok, so I’m aware I’ve only been on this blog a solid 7 hours but I was off work today and my classes for the semester don’t start until next week so I had absolutely nothing to do today, and I ended up spending about 4 of those 7 hours going through various SGE tags here (tl;dr - I’ve read a lot of analysis and headcanons today) and I’m still processing most of it but there was one thing in particular in A Crystal of Time that really blew me away and I actually haven’t seen any thoughts on it here (I may just be missing them) so I thought I’d share my own!

Mistress Gremlaine

So can we talk about Mistress Gremlaine? The lady who works at the Foxwood School for Boys and briefly talked to Hort and Nicola before they ran past her to find Dean Brunhilde and is, so obviously to me, Chaddick’s mother? Which also makes Lady Gremlaine Chaddick’s aunt but I’ll get to that in a hot minute.

What first clued me in was the two boys who came out of the school and talked to their mother, the older one saying that his younger brother started crying in his history class because they were discussing Camelot’s knights “and well, you know”. That line was the kicker, in addition to their named being Caleb and Cedric, following the “C” naming scheme. Going back to Quest for Glory, when the obituary Lady Gremlaine showed Tedros said that Chaddick was survived by his parents and his brothers, aged 17 and 12 (which is what Hort and Nicola approximated their ages to be when they saw them). The older brother took his younger brother to the park to comfort him, and Mistress Gremlaine paid the gardener to keep an eye on them in the park, who said he didn’t blame her for doing so. I’ll be honest, it struck a chord with me. She’s already lost one son, and even though their kingdom is supposedly under Rhian’s protection, who could blame her for wanting to keep her remaining children safe?

I will say, however, that I am a little surprised that neither Hort nor Nicola picked up on this very obvious clue, especially seeing as Hort went to school with Chaddick for three years and even though Nicola didn’t know him, she was with the group when they found his body in Avalon and seems to be very sharp and picks up clues easily. Considering the older brother was only one year older than Chaddick (16 at the time of death), I’d assume there would be some familial resemblance, even with the younger brother as well. That paired with the interaction about Camelot’s knights makes me think that one of them would have figured it out. They’re both smart and I feel as though they tend to pick up on clues such as that. Then again, maybe they were preoccupied with not being caught and finding Dean Brunhilde.

Who Told His Family?

I also have some thoughts about his family in general, particularly with how they found out about his death. I seem to remember in QfG that his death was reported to the Camelot Courier by one of the mongooses (mongeese?) that killed the snakes inside the castle in Avalon. That isn’t necessarily important here though, more just me trying to remember a book I reread only last week.

So who told Chaddick’s family? Are they even aware of how he died? That he was killed by the Snake while on his quest as Tedros’ knight? I have three main theories, all of which are somewhat plausible.

Professor Dovey

Could it have been Dovey? I know she was dealing with some side stuff with her crystal ball but could she have taken a trip to Foxwood to inform his family about his death in person? I remember her being very upset about his death (rightfully so), and I do like the idea of Dovey honoring Chaddick by telling his family in person how their son died.

Lady Gremlaine

As much as I love that headcanon, another more likely possibility is that Lady Gremlaine informed them as soon as she got the news herself. Chaddickw as her nephew after all, and I would understand her wanting to tell his family herself, because she’s also family.

The One That Makes Me Really Sad

Ok the last, most heartbreaking, possibility is that they found out on their own, by reading his obituary in his newspaper. I remember that Dovey was upset it had been printed in the paper without her consent, meaning she may have had the intention of informing his family herself and never got the chance. My heart breaks at the idea of his mother or father reading the newspaper in the morning and suddenly coming across an obituary for their own son. Their own son that they presumably hadn’t seen in 3-4 years and is supposed to be off on a magical quest and now he’s dead and they don’t even know how.

Or it was one of his brothers, flipping through the paper looking for news of Camelot and then there’s their brother, except it’s his obituary and he’s dead. Their own brother, who they grew up playing and talking with and loving, who’s supposed to be a knight for the most legendary kingdom, the king of Camelot’s liege, and he’s dead.

Or they don’t even know and someone mentions it in passing, or asks for more information and ends up breaking the news to them.

(I did not know I had this many feelings about this topic, but whoops here we are.)

“Aunt Grisella”

Ok now it’s time to talk about Lady Gremlaine as Chaddick’s aunt, because that really came out of the blue for me. For a hot second, I was pretty horrified that Rhian and Japeth were his cousins but I suppose we dodged that bullet, although Evelyn Sader as their mother just feels random but that’s for another day.

She’s obviously his aunt because a) Chaddick’s mother is Mistress “Gremlaine” and b) Chaddick’s brothers referring to their “Aunt Grisella”. That’s said and done.

It also connected a scene from earlier that seemed a bit random to me, when Agatha, Sophie, and Tedros found the crystal of Chaddick with Lady Gremlaine before leaving for his quest. That just seemed off to me, so that’s somewhat cleared up. Tedros also mentioned that Lady Gremlaine had taken a liking to Chaddick, unlike Tedros and Agatha. Which brights us to our next point…

Was Chaddick aware she was his aunt? I would initially assume he knew, as his brothers knew Lady Gremlaine as their aunt, but it seems odd to me that he wouldn’t say anything to Tedros that his new steward just so happens to be Chaddick’s aunt. Tedros and Chaddick were supposed to be best friends, and Tedros is now his king, so it’s weird to me that he wouldn’t mention anything. There’s something off there and I really can’t put my finger on it, and probably won’t be able to unless there’s more information released in One True King.

Also, just me thinking out loud, if Chaddick knew Lady Gremlaine as his aunt, was he aware of her being King Arthur’s steward before he was born/when he was young? I’ll go out on a limb and assume that Lady Gremlaine was very private about her time at Camelot.

I’m also feeling that there was some mystery between her and Chaddick, because she was the one that told Tedros of his death and nothing came up in that time about being related to him. That may not have been something to mention at the time, but if Chaddick was aware she was his aunt I feel like it’s really odd that Tedros didn’t know. Also, that has to suck big time for Lady Gremlaine to learn of her nephew being murdered and then having to break the news to his king and supposed best friend and comfort Tedros, all while mourning herself.

I really feel like I’m missing a major piece of the puzzle with Lady Gremlaine being related to Chaddick but I feel like I’ve picked apart all of the relevant information we have at the time...I guess that’ll be something to hope for clarification in OTK!

I think that’s about all I have to say on this right now, but I also just want to say that I already been knew what I’m about to say but writing this post made me think of it a bit differently. Chaddick was killed way too soon. His death was a mere plot device and didn’t fit his character (well, what little we knew about him anyway). There was such great potential for character development and so many ‘what-ifs” in terms of being a part of The Camelot Years while being alive...he was done dirty. I wouldn’t say I mourn the character mainly (although I definitely still do), but I mourn what could have been and what a great character he would have made to the story. But that’s a topic that’s been covered very well by many people and also not the main point! I’m really just starting out on here and I just wanted to put my thoughts out there and in one place! :)

#sge #the school for good and evil #the crystal of time #sge spoilers #spoilers #tot spoilers #chaddick

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snicketstrange · 6 years ago

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What is the explanation for a secret letter in TSS?

This is part 8 of the Strange Interpretation of Jean Lúcio from Brazil

To understand this text, it is necessary to read my previous texts.

Today we are going to talk about my interpretation of the secret letter found in TSS. The letter is as follows:

"My dear sister, I am taking a great risk in hiding a letter to you inside one of my books, but I am certain that even the most melancholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wretched than I had promised, and this book will stay on the shelves of libraries, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message. As an additional precaution, I placed a warning that the rest of this chapter contains a description of the Baudelaires' miserable journey up the Vertical Flame Diversion, so anyone who has the courage to read such a description is probably brave enough to read my letter to you I have at last learned the whereabouts of the evidence that will exonerate me, a phrase which here means "prove to the authorities that it is Count Olaf, and not me, who has started so many fires." Your suggestion, so many years ago at that picnic, that a tea set would be a handy place to hide anything important and small in the event of a dark day, has turned out to be correct. (Incidentally, your other picnic suggestion, that a simple combination of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil would make a delicious chilled salad also turned out to be correct.) I am on my way now to the Valley of Four Drafts, in order to continue my research on the Baudelaire case. I hope also to retrieve the aforementioned evidence at last. It is too late to restore my happiness, of course, but at least I can clear my name. From the site of V.F.D. I will head straight for the Hotel Denouement. I should arrive by - well, it would not be wise to type the date, but it should be easy for you to remember Beatrice 's birthday. Meet me at the hotel. Try to get us a room without ugly curtains. With all due respect, Lemony Snicket P.S. If you substitute the chopped celery with hearts of palm, it is equally delicious. "

Because of this letter many fans believe that Daniel Handler made chronological mistakes in ASOUE. The reason they think so is evident: in this letter Lemony Snicket states that he will meet with his sister at the Denouement Hotel. Lemony said the hotel was fully operational. However, in TRR and TAA, Lemony implies that several years have passed between the major events reported in the books, and the publication of the books themselves. However, the main events reported in the books happen in full in a maximum of 2 years. (To confirm this, just remember which books Klaus and Violet celebrated their birthdays.) The first of these two years is recorded from chapter 1 of TBB to chapter 13 of TE. At the end of chapter 13, the death of Kit Snicket is recorded. At the end of TPP, there is a fire that destroyed the Hotel Denouement. So how could this letter, which was written at the time of the publication of the book TSS, be considered with the recipient about the hotel Denouement still in full operation? And how could this letter be destined to Lemony's sister, since she died in a maximum of one year after the fire at the Baudelaire mansion?

In order to try to justify this apparent contradiction, some fans created the following theory: Lemony wrote ASOUE during the main events recorded on them, hence Lemony sent these originals to Kit. From there Kit sent Lemony back, Lemony revised the books and then, many years later, books have been published in their current format. Dante explained this theory to me recently. I will call this theory "The theory of writing ASOUE books shortly after the main events and publication in the final format many years after these events".

Frankly speaking, I do not like this theory at all, and I do not believe it. I respect it, of course, as a possibility. But I do not agree with the theory. Nor do I agree with the statement that Daniel Handler made chronological errors. If you have accompanied all my Threads, you know that I created the theory of the Great Hiatus, which is very logical and coherent from my point of view. The theory of the Great Hiatus results in the assurance that many years have passed between the events recorded in the books TMM until TE, and the publication of these books in Lemony's universe.

On the other hand, "The theory of writing ASOUE books shortly after the main events and publication in the final format many years after these events" leaves several points loose. And I'm going to list some of the loose spots here.

1 - In writing this letter, Lemony does not know the location of his "sister".

There is only one reason to hide a letter in a book that will be published in various parts of the world. Lemony explains: "this book will stay on the shelves of libraries, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message." If Lemony knew where her "sister" is, he could send her a message by letter, using some code. But instead, Lemony expected his "sister" wherever she was, to buy a copy of the book and then get the message.

2 - In the secret letter printed in TSS, Lemony demonstrates that it intends that the letter be printed in what would become the final version of the book TSS.

Note these excerpts: "this book will stay on the shelves of libraries,"

"I am certain that even the most melancholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wretched than I had promised"

These excerpts show that Lemony was convinced that this book would be sent to various parts of the world. If he really did draft the book early, this letter was not sent in advance draft, but the letter was sent in the final version, where readers around the world would have access to that letter. Thus, the letter could only be referring to relevant events many years after the major events recorded in the book. So this letter does not help prove that Lemony wrote the books, sent them to Kit, and these were returned to him by Kit and then revised by Lemony to be published in the final version years later.

I am not saying that I do not believe that Lemony began to write what would one day become ASOUE a few months after the main events recorded in TBB. Or even some time before the events recorded in TBB. According to The UA pag. 177 and 178, before the Heimlich Hospital was destroyed, Lemony was already trying to write what would one day become the introduction of TBB. However, his plan was to write a story about his own life, the plan was not to write about Beatrice's children.

"" The writing theory of ASOUE books shortly after the main events and publication in the final format many years after these events "does not explain how Lemony knew the content of the particular dialogues of the Baudelaire siblings.

This theory depends on another theory that does not make sense to me either. I found out about this theory by reading some posts here. The theory says that Lemony was following the Baudelaire siblings, and listening to what they were talking about, which is why Lemony knows the contents of the dialogues. But that does not make sense.

Some places where the Baudelaire siblings only talked to each other were completely isolated, such as an elevator shaft, a caravan about to fall off a cliff, a trunk of a car, a jail cell or a submarine at the bottom of the ocean. Also, in TBB the rare edition, Lemony says that access to Count Olaf's house was hindered, so Lemony did not enter Olaf's house to be able to write TBB. Thus the dialogues that took place inside Olaf's house, as recorded in TBB, could not be heard by Lemony if he were following the Baudelaires siblings.

Another theory states that Lemony invented most of the dialogues. This theory I heard in my own country, which in case you do not know, is Brazil. The people who created this theory agree with me in stating that Lemony is an unreliable narrator. But I disagree that Lemony invented the dialogues because he assured himself in TUA that he would make an accurate record of what happened to the Baudelaire siblings.

(Personal note: It is interesting that these people believe that Lemony may have invented part of the main story, but they severely criticized me for believing that Lemony lied about Beatrice's death. They called me crazy several times. I do not force anyone to agree with me, but my theory is well grounded and deserves respect as any other well-founded theory. I promised myself that one day ASOUE fans from around the world would hear about my theory, and I thank J. and her friend F., N. his twin brother E. from Brazil and D. F. from 667 Dark Avennue very much for giving me support. And I thank SS for being my example, and for now he is evaluating my work.)

The more I think about it, the more I'm sure that Lemony read the book on the island, where the Baudelaire siblings recorded their dialogues, and the events they lived through. But for this to be so, Lemony must have written and published all the books of ASOUE after the Baudelaires siblings had left the island. If you accept this as fact, you will allow yourself to think of other possibilities to explain the secret letter in TSS. That's what I did. And I found the following possibilities.

1 - The true recipient of the letter is not Kit. Because Kit was already dead when the letter was written.

2 - Lemony can call other sister people besides Kit.

See the dictionary definition:

www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sister

"Sister: a girl or woman regarded as a comrade."

A similar definition was used in THH chapter 3:

"I'm confused," Klaus said. "I always thought that brothers and sisters are people who share the same parents." "Not always, brother," the bearded man said. "Sometimes brothers and sisters are just people who are united for a common cause."

3 - Hotel Denouement was rebuilt during the many years that have passed since the first destruction of the Denouement hotel until the publication of the book TSS. And between the publication of TGG and TPP the Hotel Denouement was destroyed again.

If you have understood the Great Hiatus Theory, you must have noticed something important about how the ASOUE books were published in Lemony's universe. The natural consequence of the Great Hiatus theory is the need to accept that most of the ASOUE books were not published in a short time between one book and another in Lemony's universe.

ASOUE contains two stories that do not happen simultaneously. When Lemony Snicket narrated the main story, he told events of the past. But when Lemony recounted the events of his own life during the publication of the books, including how his research was conducted, Lemony was talking about events that occurred over many, many years.

According to Lemony, he devoted most of his life to the investigation of what happened to the Baudelaires.

Note the excerpt below TSS 10 Chapter 13:

"Even for an author like myself, who has devoted his entire life to investigating the mysteries that surround the Baudelaire case, there is still much I have been unable to discover."

Lemony spent several months of his life only to discover or confirm some details of the history of the Baudelaires.

In THH Chapter 4, Lemony states that he spent more than 9 months just to be reasonably certain that Hal was not a spy. In TSS Chapter 13, Lemony states that he investigated the whereabouts of the two white-faced women. He even searched for bones and took these bones to a specialist several times. Imagine how long it took Lemony to carry out the verifications of every detail of what is recorded in the main story of ASOUE! It is interesting that Lemony to write TSS spent a lot of time looking for the caravan where Violet and Klaus were and did not find the caravan.

The world in which Lemony is publishing his books undergoes great changes over time. For example, after the publication of TRR, Prufrock Prep closed. Valorous Farms Dairy was burned down. Mamba du Mal was killed.

So, all this leads me to believe that the Hotel Denouement was rebuilt over the period of many, many years that Lemony took by writing and publishing each of the books of ASOUE. Accepting this helps to understand that the letter is talking about another quest for another sugar blow at the Denouement hotel.

In addition, D. helped me by explaining to me a something about The Bad Beginning Rare Edition. The Author's Notes says:

p.2 The three Baudelaire children lived with their parents in an enormous mansion at the heart of a dirty and busy city, and occasionally their parents gave them permission to take a rickety trolley-the word “rickety”, you probably know, here means “unsteady” or “likely to collapse”-alone to the seashore…

P.2 - ... That the trolley has since collapsed, and its remains were recycled into the foundation of a hotel.

D. said to me: "At the time of publication, the hotel in question was widely assumed to be the Hotel Denouement; and indeed the idea of the last safe place remaining hidden from the fire-starting side of the schism simply by merit of having only been built recently made a lot of sense. But there's no suggestion in TPP that the Hotel Denoument is of recent construction; indeed, the existence of the underwater catalogue and the sheer quantity of evidence stored therein strongly implies that this is a location with extensive history."

Thanks D.!

However, between the day Lemony published TSS and the day he published TPP, the Hotel Denouement was destroyed again. Remember, "Daniel Handler doubles events to confuse you." The evidence that I have that the hotel has been rebuilt is as follows: Lemony states that he wrote ASOUE many years after the events in ASOUE, including the destruction of the Hotel Denouement. Still, when Lemony published TSS, he wrote a letter to a woman reserving a room at the Hotel Denouement, the only way to make sense of it, is to accept that the hotel has been rebuilt. There is other evidence:

You should remember the secret signal to tell one of the hotel managers that a VFD member is on the outside calling for him. Kit explained:

TPP chapter 3:

"Frank should be watching from one of the windows of the hotel, unless of course Ernest has intercepted my message and is watching instead. In any case, when you're ready to meet him, you can throw the rock into the pond, and he'll see the ripples and know you're on your way. "

Now notice what Lemony says:

"... even after months of research, and many sleepless nights, and many dreary afternoons spent in front of an enormous pond, throwing stones in the hopes that someone would notice the ripples I was making, I have no way of knowing if the Baudelaires should have been sad or relieved to see him go either. "

Lemony was at the hotel doing his research on the Baudelaire case. In the letter, he said he would go to the hotel and actually went there. When Lemony went there, he picked up some papers from some notepad at the reconstructed hotel desk. Lemony used these papers to write letters to his editor, which are printed at the end of TGG.

However, probably while writing TPP, the Hotel Denouement was again destroyed. Notice what Lemony said:

TPP Chapter 11:

"If you were to put this book down, and travel to the pond that now reflects nothing but a few burnt scraps of wood and the empty skies, and if you were to find the hidden passageway that leads to the underwater catalog that you have remained secret and safe for all these years, you could read an account of an interpretation of sausages that went horribly wrong. "

It is interesting that Lemony again makes a point of emphasizing that years have passed since the events narrated, and the moment in which he is writing history. Daniel Handler made that clear from TRR to TPP. At no point was there a change of plans in this regard. And by the time Lemony wrote Chapter 11 of TPP, the hotel was again destroyed. But the Secret Library was intact.

So briefly. From my point of view the best way to interpret the letter is as follows:

1 - Lemony is writing to someone else, not to Kit.

2 - The hotel Denouement has been rebuilt.

3 - Lemony arranged a meeting with the recipient of the letter, in the hotel where he would find the proof that would clear his name.

This proof is probably inside another sugar bowl. It's not the same sugar bowl Olaf had been looking for years before.

Who could be the other person to whom Lemony wrote this letter? Speaking frankly, all the evidence points to Beatrice. As explained in the last Thread, Beatrice remained alive for many years after the fire of her house. According to TSS chapter 6, Sunny recalled that her mother could prepare a salad exactly with the same ingredients as the recipient of the letter. Lemony states that the recipient of the letter could remember Beatrice's birthday. And Lemony asked the recipient of the letter to book a single room for himself and her. All this points to Beatrice as the recipient of the letter. But now think of a few more details: Lemony made a point of pointing out that Beatrice should arrive at the Denouement hotel before him. Lemony was probably throwing rocks at Pond to get Beatrice's attention. But he could not get her attention. Soon after, the hotel was burned down. Lemony had said that the evidence that would clear his name was in the hotel. But apparently the proof was from the secret library. The wrong question is, "Did someone who read that letter try to destroy the hotel again to destroy the evidence that would clear Lemony's name?" However, Count Olaf was already dead by then. So the other wrong question is: "Did the proof inside that sugar bowl indicate that someone else had started the fire at the Baudelaire mansion? Was this person doing everything for Lemony not to find out the truth? "I will talk about these my hypotheses in a future text.

But we have come to an important part of our research. There is strong evidence that Beatrice survived the fire at her house. There is strong evidence that Beatrice is the true recipient of the secret letter in TSS. But in addition, there is strong evidence that Lemony, in calling her sister Beatrice, was collaborating to conceal Beatrice's identity. There is evidence that Beatrice was pretending to be Kit, many years after Kit's death. Remember that Kit died on a deserted island where few witnesses witnessed her death. Few people in the world knew Kit was dead. So Beatrice took advantage of this to pretend to be Kit. Miss K's account of Prufrock Prep is evidence of this, as I have already explained. But in addition, in TGG, Lemony told a purposeful lie.

Lemony wrote in TGG chapter 10:

"As the hook-handed man circled the brig, it was as if the baudelaires were picking through the chef's salad, mostly of dreadful - and perhaps even poisonous - ingredients, trying desperately to find the one noble crouton that might save their sister, just I am, among the paragraphs, am picking through this salad in front of me, hoping that my waiter is more noble than wicked, and that my sister, Kit, might be saved by the small, herbed piece of toast I hope to retrieve from my bowl. "

Lemony states that Kit is alive and could be saved by him. Lemony is lying because Kit was dead long ago. He's protecting Beatrice's secret identity.

It is very important to understand this part of my theory. The sugar bowl that Lemony said he was picking up at the hotel while he was writing TSS is not the same thing Olaf had been looking for many years before. Do not forget: "Daniel Handler duplicates events to confuse you." In the next Thread we will answer the question: "What was in the sugar bowl that belonged to Esmé, according to the Strange Theory of Jean Lúcio from Brazil?" and "What has to be that Beatrice survived the fire with the contents of the sugar bowl? "

#asoue spoilers #asoue chronology #asoue theories #asoue #kit snicket #beatrice baudelaire #lemony snicket the unauthorized autobiography #lemony snicket #tss #sugar bowl #sugar bowl theory

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spunkymaverick · 6 years ago

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I watched this movie I rented from Redbox. It's called Brad's Status a while back. And I have to say I rather liked it. I would totally recommend it tibia honest. So if anyone ever asks if you want to watch it like ever, maybe you could check it out.

So how about a Harry Potter AU? I don't know how many of my now 100 followers (I'm so proud of myself for that many honestly) who actually like Harry Potter or are in the fandom, so I apologize for selfishness. But I hope those who do decide to read it are satisfied in one way or another nonetheless.

And without any further adieu, we shall dive straight into this story, so I can stop procrastinating and just write.

EDIT: This is a first draft and will be rewritten later. It's not even finished. So I'll just post this since it's been sitting in the drafts for a ridiculous amount of time.

Rated: T (because of dark themes)

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"Narcissa," Lucius breathes as the first sight he sees when he returns home is the woman he so dearly loves. The beaitiful woman who had become his wife so many years ago. He walks forward and embraces her tightly, not daring to let go too soon less she disappear.

Her arms wrap around his body, and she gasps in surprise. He isn't too surprised. He supposes twenty-four years in Azkaban can do a lot to a person, such as lose a lot of weight and muscle to name a couple. He's just so thankful he hadn't stayed any longer. Holding his wife in his arms for the first time in forever is a truly wonderful experience. He never thought he get the chance to do so again. It quickly becomes his favorite thing to do.

"I shall make you lunch. You are so pale and thin," Narcissa whispers to him as she carefully guides him inside. Does she believe him to be made of glass? Perhaps she does. He doesn't blame her, for that's how he feels. He feels weak and afraid of making a wrong step. Unlike before his imprisonment, he would be happy to have Narcissa care for him as if he were disabled and unable to fend for himself.

Lucius sits at the long dining room table and listens to his wife cook in the kitchen. He closes his tired gray eyes and wonders how everything came to him having to be so grateful to not be in Azkaban anymore. Before he would have laughed at anyone stupid enough to get caught, but now he pities anyone who has to go to that godforsaken prison.

It seems that just yesterday he was a Death Eater and terrorizing Mudbl-- muggleborn witches and wizards. And now, here he is, a changed man. He isn't sure anybody will ever believe him, that he's changed.

Perhaps not even his wife.

When the food is set before him, he bites into it bit by bit, relishing in the taste for far longer than he had ever before. He hasn't eaten a proper meal in literal years. The meals were just enough that he hasn't starved but still not nearly enough to be healthy. And with the Dementors being a constant presence, he often couldn't bear to eat. He almost doesn't want to swallow the food each time more is in his mouth with how much better it tastes than anything that place had provided.

He stops eating momentarily and wonders if it would be wrong of him to ask a certain question that's on his mind. Perhaps it is. It's so selfish of him to want to know, but...

"Narcissa, is...," Lucius starts before frowning and rewording his question. "Do you think I could...?"

"You could... what?" Narcissa asks slowly, raising one thin blonde eyebrow at him -- her left one as always.

"I," Lucius takes in a breath and swallows down any fears that try to inhibit him from speaking, "would like to know if I could meet our son."

"Oh," she speaks quietly. "I suppose you never met him. He was so beautiful. I wish you could have met him, but..."

Lucius is sure his heart stopped right then. There were two things he had always wanted when -- if, he had so often reminded himself -- he had gotten out of Azkaban: to spend more time than he ever had before with his beloved wife and to meet his son, who had only been born months after his imprisonment. But from the way Narcissa is speaking... From what she is implying...

Lucius can't muster the voice to ask, but it seems the question was clear enough in his eyes for Narcissa to understand what he wants to know.

"He... was under a lot of pressure, and he couldn't... He would get so angry and often, I would hear... Oh, what a fool I was! Of course, that was nearly a decade ago, but not a day passes that I don't miss him dearly," Narcissa explains solemnly.

He had made an awful mistake, and now, he dearly wishes he had never been so stupid to become a Death Eater, leaving behind the only people he ever truly loved. A wife who was loyal and loving, perhaps often being tempted to divorce him and remarry but never giving in. A son who would grow up without his father to guide him and teach him things a father should always have the chance to teach his son.

"I will make it up to you, Narcissa. Both you and Draco," Lucius promises quietly, and he truly means it. No matter what it takes. He will tear the world apart if it means he can have his family together. So that it could be together as it had never gotten the chance to be in the first place. He refuses to make the same mistake twice. He is determined to make things right.

* * *

"And you say this can take me back or forward many years?"

"Yes, however, there is a catch to this device, as there always is to these types of things."

"Of course, of course. What is it? What is the sacrifice that needs to be made?"

"It can not send you to the past of your own timeline as it would cause a violent paradox. The world would be far too confused on how to resolve the issue. You will be sent to another dimension where different choices were made or perhaps events are different already."

"How different are they?"

"I've only had two other customers return out of ten. One of them recounted a story of a group calling themselves 'the Marauders' dominating the wizarding world. The othier spoke of a life with absolutely no magic except for themself."

"Those are... rather odd. Is there any way to ensure safe travels?"

"Not as far as I know. Now, I suggest you leave before I decide to report this to somebody."

* * *

He opens his eyes, sliding gray eyes from one corner of the room to another. A... hospital room of some sort? Had he succeeded? Or had he permanently crippled himself from ever doing anything again? He had already been weak from returning from Azkaban a mere three months earlier.

"Ah! You've awoken! We were quite worried you wouldn't wake up soon enough," a woman explains to him. He feels as if he vaguely recognizes the woman, but from where, he may never know. Or at least, not anytime soon.

"We?" he inquires slowly. Did she mean that as the school in general, or did she mean herself and others specifically? He'd be getting an answer soon enough either way.

"The school. And your friends as well," she informs him helpfully.

"Friends," he repeats the foreign word slowly. He can't say he's ever had any. Not any that counted anyway. Sure there were the older boys who he'd hung out with to seem cooler and who had convinced him to become a Death Eater. How could he be so stupid? How had he believed that was ever a good idea? But he would hardly consider them friends, now or then.

"Oh dear. Perhaps you hit your head a bit harder than I thought. Would you answer a few questions for me?" she asks him, worry deep in her eyes.

He just nods in response, not trusting his voice to say anyhing. He isn't sure how much different things are here, but he hopes they're close enough to his own world that he doesn't have to worry much.

"Okay. What is your name?"

"Lucius Malfoy."

"Okay. Good. And how old are you?"

He is quiet as he looks down at himself. Smaller hands than he can remember ever having, but surely they aren't that small. His voice wasn't too squeaky so not a first year. He answers in a questioning tone, "Maybe, fourth year? So about fourteen."

"Yes, that's right. And what House are you in?" she asks him.

For a second, he thinks not of his Hogwarts House but of his home where he should have been able to live with his wife and son, but that wouldn't happen for a long time due to him coming back, coming back to right his wrongs, coming back to have his son. His Hogwarts House however is easy to remember. He can't think of being in any other House than, "Slytherin."

The woman gives him a look as if she's trying to decide whether he's making a joke or not. Had he not answered correctly? Of course he hadn't or she wouldn't be making that ridiculous face at him.

"No, dear."

"What? Are you sure?" he asks her. "I may have forgotten some stuff about school, but I know I wa-- er, am a Slytherin."

"No, that's not right. You've been a proud Gryffindor for four years. Well, I'll call your friends in and have them help you around. They'll help you. Your group may be troublesome, but you are loyal to each other," she seems to be complaining about this.

"A Gryffindor," he mutters, wrinkling his nose at the thought of himself as one of the lions. He thinks not. He has never been exactly brave, but he is very ambitious.

The woman walks to the door of the room and pushes it open before peeking out. He can faintly hear her speak but can make out none of it. Shortly after, he sees the young, grinning face of a man who had died shortly after his imprisonment in Azkaban. Wild, black hair and square glasses framing light brown eyes with a mischievous glint to them.

He suddenly doesn't question why Lily Evans had chosen this man over Severus. James is a beautiful man.

He tears his eyes away to next boy who walks in. A boy who would become a man who he'd hear had been imprisoned in the same prison as he had been in mere weeks. A traitor to his best friend and supposedly a conspirator to the Dark Lord. Lucius believes no such thing because he would have known if such a thing were the case. He isn't proud of being able to be that confident in his answer, but at least he knows for sure which side Sirius is on. He would make sure people know of his innocence as well.

And then, there's a boy with some noticeable scars on his body. Other than that, he has neat hair and his robes are nearly devoid of any wrinkles or stains. A need for adventure shines through in his eyes past his outwardly shy demeaner.

Finally, there's the Peter Pettigrew. Lucius remembers meeting the guy. Nervous and twitchy, unconfident but willing to serve. He understands now why he was a Gryffindor. Despite his fears, the man had stayed loyal to his one side even if he chose the wrong one. It's a bit of difference to the boy standing before him with short, blonde curls and hopeful blue eyes.

A band of pirates, he had once joking called them. It wasn't too far from the truth. What had they called their entourage again? He isn't quite sure, but it's right on the tip of his tongue.

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stunudo · 7 years ago

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Natural Minds Bunkered

A Crossover Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid and Dean Winchester Setting: Season 9 (both shows)

After “I’m No Angel” in Supernatural and “Route 66″ in Criminal Minds

A/N: Another follower celebration crossover! This is the third installment of my boys teaming up. You can read where they Meet and when they Chat. I am so sorry that this took so long, but it will be followed up shortly when I hit 400. xoxoxo Stu

Dr. Spencer Reid knew he shouldn’t be taking a day off while Hotch was on the mend. But everyone had to go to the dentist and other doctors sooner or later. He left his physical and checked his phone. Four missed calls from Garcia, he hit the call back button without a second thought.

“Boy Wonder, there is a case that has been brought to our attention. Victims in multiple states, cause of death is super icky and the unsub or unsubs are speeding up.”

“Alright, Garcia, I hear you, do you need me back to meet the team?” Spencer liked the break, but he felt most useful while part of the BAU.

“That’s just it, I think there are locals on it, according to the detective I spoke to.” Garcia’s voice was building up to something.

“Well, let me know when they call us in then?” Spencer didn’t know why she was calling him before they were cleared to aid in the investigation.

“You see, well, when I asked for the agent on the case. I got the name Dean Thorogood. Reid, there is no Agent Thorogood in any of our databases.”

“Did the locals give you a description?” Spencer’s mind floated back to a diner and a pair of surly hunters.

“Yeah, and, if you don’t mind me asking. Why is your gambling buddy pretending to be a federal agent. I mean, he can swing it, but I just want to make sure the big bads are stopped, you know?”

“Thank you for calling me Garcia, especially before alerting Hotch and the team.” Spencer checked that his Go-bag was in his trunk. “Can you ping Dean’s phone for me? So I can catch up with him before he gets in the unsub’s path?”

“Reid, you know I want to help, but after this, I’m out. I can’t be breaking laws. You know for not work related things, it is against my arrangement.” Garcia was typing away, but the worry coated her words.

Spencer nodded and sighed. “I know Garcia, you’ve already done so much. Thank you for your discretion.”

“Be safe, my smart one.”

Dean knew he would always do whatever he could to save Sam. He had turned Castiel away to ensure that the angel internally healing his little brother, Ezekiel, would continue with the arrangement. Doing so tore a hole further into his deeply scarred heart. Castiel was his best friend, he was the only being he loved almost as much as he loved Sam. But that was it, almost. Dean had made his choice, protecting Zeke and therefore Sam. Now that Cas was human, he felt the raw emotions that came with the dismissal. Dean just couldn’t dwell on that. So he coped how he always had, he drank and he hunted.

Spencer didn’t want to drive to Kansas if he could help it, but Dean wasn’t answering his phone. Spencer didn’t take it personally considering the last time he had badgered Dean with phone calls the motive was completely selfish. Luckily, he had some airline miles to utilize so he saved himself fifteen hours in the car. He secured a rental car and headed out into the plains, towards Lebanon.

Sam was recovering; he was energetic and exercising again. His moods were damn near enthusiastic. Dean tried not to get his hopes up, because if Zeke and Sam were ready to separate, the angel would let him know. Right? Dean knew most angels were dicks. Castiel had proven himself countless times, but no other angel had given much thought to humans. Except for Anna, but she was gone.

Dean needed Zeke and therefore this tenuous arrangement had been formed. He didn’t like it, but saving Sam was his job. Since he was five years old this was the soul purpose to his life: Dean looked after his brother. While Sam was out on his morning run, Dean rolled over in his bed and tried to focus on the screen’s clock. 7:42am, why was the skinny Fed calling this time? Dean ignored the call, falling back into a mind-numbing sleep.

Spencer pounded on the dense steal door with the side of his fist. Dean wasn’t answering and he wasn’t sure where they entered their underground garage from the street. The autumn air was crisp and clean compared to the Capital. Spencer waited for seven minutes and forty three seconds before the grating of the lock pierced the quiet morning. Dean opened the door a crack, his sleep mussed hair and hooded eyes clear indicators of the hangover he battled.

Spencer’s doe eyes waited while the hunter grunted a greeting and let him inside. The bunker was nearly identical to how Spencer remembered it. Though there were more bottles strewn about the large research tables than in May. Dean ambled down the old stairs and plopped into one of the many scattered chairs. “So what is it this time, Doc?” Dean didn’t even look at his guest, he just closed his eyes in exhaustion.

“You tell me, Dean. Garcia has you as lead agent in a string of gruesome deaths throughout the Midwest.” Spencer was excitable and growing impatient with the grouchy man.

“Oh, yeah, well. I can’t say that they are over, but they didn’t get their target.” Dean muttered his admission and kicked his heels onto the table.

“People died, Dean. Why don’t you let the professionals handle the serial killers?” Spencer’s voice was forceful. “Can you tell me anything about the unsubs that can help my team?”

“Spencer, look man, I wish I could. But unless your “team” is prepared to fight the host of heaven. I am not bringing them into this.” Dean’s eyes were wide now.

“Angels? Angels are killing people?” Spencer’s clever mind was balancing the possibilities with the one angel he had met before. “Was it him? Castiel?”

“No, it wasn’t Cas. It was a whole lot of dicks who were after Cas though.” Dean’s mouth pouted, his hands clasped in his lap. Then Sam huffed in, removing the ear buds from his head.

“Hey, Dean didn’t say anything about you stopping by...” The taller man’s eyes were wary of the FBI agent. They were both in much worse shape when they first met. Spencer shrugged and gave a short wave to Dean’s brother.

“So if any other victims show up internally liquefied; I am to assume it was Angels?”

“Pretty much.” Dean stood, lazily. “The real FBI got wind of the ass hats tailing Cas.” Sam nodded, watching the exchange between Spencer and Dean.

Spencer had found his way into the bunker kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. He felt oddly comfortable rifling through the Winchester’s cabinets for sugar and mugs. Keeping busy was better than waiting for Dean to get over his hangover and whatever he was hiding from everyone else. Spencer might not be a macho tough guy hunter like Dean and Sam, but he could profile the emotional stress off of them quicker than Dean could make a nerd joke.

Their fridge was filled with beer and take out containers. The cabinets had a decent amount of instant macaroni and cheese and ramen noodles, bachelor essentials it appeared. Out of nowhere a sleep deprived Asian kid slumped in and headed toward the coffeemaker. It was still brewing so he just stood there and stared at it, in what Spencer assumed was a drug induced stupor.

“Hello? I’m, uh, well, not friends exactly. I know Dean. My name is Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid from the, uh, actual FBI.” Spencer’s quiet voice didn’t garner any reaction from the young man, barely older than a teenager. “Hey, man, are you alright?”

Kevin grunted an acknowledgement of Spencer’s introduction. Sam strolled in, hair wet from the shower. “I see you found Kevin and that Kevin found the coffee?”

“This is Kevin Tran?” Spencer understood immediately, this guy had been predestined with prophetic powers. According to Dean, it was a miserable fate that wasn’t fortune telling as much it was a translating endeavor. Words emerged in mumbles from the sleep deprived man’s mouth in multiple ancient tongues. Kevin, barely upright at the aged kitchen counter, fell asleep standing. Once the pot finished brewing the shrill beeping broke him from his trance.

“Thanks, Garth.” Kevin muttered indignantly.

“Kevin?” Sam’s deep voice beckoned to the prophet. “Kevin, this is Spencer Reid, man.”

Spencer continued to watch the exchange quietly, waving slightly at the gifted young man with curiosity flashing in his chocolate eyes.

“Wait, didn’t you go to Cal Tech?”

“You’ve heard of me?” Spencer was surprised, but past unsubs knew of him as well.

“Dean talks about you. He said if it wasn’t for the angel-dicks I could have had a future like you got.” Kevin seemed slightly angry, but wariness was more forthcoming. “Do you really have three PhD’s?”

“Yeah, uh, yes, I do.” Spencer admitted.

“How are you at dead languages?” Kevin’s features were nearly transformed, a spark spreading through his desolate form.

And so Spencer Reid spent the day working with Kevin Tran in the abandoned bunker of the annihilated Men of Letters translating the Angel Tablet. Deciphering the word of the Judaeo-Christian God.

Dean Winchester spent the day nursing a hangover and praying that their prophet didn’t catch a glimpse of the angel hiding inside his brother. And that the Fed didn’t notice the King of Hell locked in the dungeon.

“It’s a hexagonal cypher. We know four of the languages, but I cannot fathom what the other two could be.” Spencer rubbed his eyes, it was closing a midnight. Kevin grunted and pinned another note to his stack of post its along the old drafting table. Sam had helped for awhile, grabbing lore books or grabbing more caffeine. After six hours of attempted conversation, the younger Winchester gave up and let the true geniuses work.

Dean was finally coherent, he had taunted Crowley in secret earlier and felt rather smug about it. He was checking news sites and avoiding the other inhabitants of his hideaway all together.

“Hey.” Sam approached, rolling up the sleeves to his flannel.

“Hey.” Dean retorted under his breath. “There something going on in Memphis, but right now its low-level neighborhood watch stuff. Should keep an eye on it.”

“K, but do you think we should go out on a hunt? Now? I feel good, but we can’t leave Kevin, especially alone with Crowley.” Sam supposed.

“Does the geek know he’s here?”

“I don’t know, man. But eventually he will and we both know that Spencer likes answers.”

“That’s tomorrow’s problem then, right now we deal with what we have in our laps.”

“Sure.” Sam’s brows arched, and then his face froze. The angel known as Ezekiel began speaking. “Much like the angel, Castiel, I do not feel safe with this prophet and agent here.”

“Zeke? I’m doing everything I can to keep you hidden. But there is no way I am kicking them out when their minds could crack this thing.”

“Is it wise to bring such evil into your home, Dean? Or are you so unaffected by the lengths you mess with the higher beings?”

“Higher beings? Zeke, you’re doing me a favor, so I’m not going to directly insult you. But Angels and Demons are all in the same category in my head these days, in the bag labeled Dicks.”

Just then Spencer made his way back into the central part of the bunker near the reference shelves.

“Dean? I’m really sorry, but I just got a case. I have to head to Tennessee to meet with my team.” Spencer was tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“You driving or flying, Doc?” Dean side-eyed Sam’s body, ensuring that the hiding angel went back to his room.

“Garcia already booked me a flight from Topeka. I’m heading out now.”

“Thanks, Spencer, Kevin really needed someone like you on this.” Sam was back, his voice genuine.

Spencer lips frogged and nodded, slipping his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“I guess, see you later?” Spencer waved.

“Not if we see you first...” Dean muttered, spinning the laptop to show Sam the breaking news. The brothers shared a weathered nod of agreement. They had a case too.

To Be Continued...

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hookedonapirate · 7 years ago

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Tangled Up In Blue ‘Deleted Scene’

Chapter 3: Beautiful and Broken

Summary: Killian meets Emma for the first time (Killian's POV)

Notes: This isn't much, but it's been sitting in my drafts for months, and I didn't have anything more to add to it without going into a different scene, so I just decided to post it. I didn't want to repeat the entire scene, so it's mainly just his thoughts.

*TRIGGER WARNING* Mentions of domestic violence

Read from the beginning: Tangled Up In Blue

Deleted Scenes: 1 2

Also available on: AO3 FFN

It had been a particularly long day at the clinic as Killian made his way down the corridor, nodding to various staff as he passed. It was busy that morning, lots of hustling and bustling to get to one appointment to the next. Killian regretted staying out so late the night before, when Liam talked him into going to another bar after Killian had made it perfectly clear that he was not interested.

It wasn't that Killian wasn't grateful for Liam and his attempts at getting him “back on the sailboat,” as his brother would put it. Killian was lucky to have a brother who cared so much, who was willing to be his wingman, trying to scout out every attractive and available woman he could, to chat her up and then introduce to Killian if she seemed acceptable enough.

However, even if there was the slightest hint of a connection between Killian and this lass, he couldn't fathom the possibility of being with someone other than his Milah. If connection and good looks were what Killian sought after, he'd have probably asked Dr. Tink out a long time ago. He just wasn't the outgoing, free-spirited, ‘hook up with a stranger from a bar’ type of lad.

No, he had become more of a lone wolf since his wife's passing, and was perfectly content with that. He was perfectly content with the company he was acquainted with at work. The many amazing, kind-hearted women who passed through the doors of the clinic - those were the women he cared to conversate with, those were the women who gave him life.

Taking over the clinic was of course more challenging than he’d ever imagined, but his patients and staff helped get him through the day. It had helped heal him in a way he couldn't quite understand. Although, he always felt like something was missing in his life. A void he couldn't seem to fill.

Killian grabbed the file from the door, ready for his next appointment as he scanned over the patient’s information.

Emma Swan, twenty-seven year old female, seventeen weeks pregnant, experiencing mild abdominal pains.

Killian looked up from the chart with a curious expression. Not only was she a new patient, but he'd never heard of her before. He was hoping that it wasn't one of the lasses from out of town who he’d met at the bar. That had happened on occasion, so he always expected it when he didn't recognize a patient - because he knew every female in Storybrooke. He’d given most of them at least a pap smear at one point or another.

Killian entered the room, not really knowing what to expect.

After shutting the door, he turned around to face the woman who sat on the exam table, and what he saw shocked him to his very core. She wasn't one of his usual patients, that was for sure.

“Miss Swan is it? I'm Dr. Killian Jones.”

Killian maintained a friendly demeanor when he greeted her, but inside, he felt his heart squeezing so much, he thought it might burst. This blonde, pregnant woman sitting on the bed reminded him of Milah right off the bat. There was pain in her eyes, and not the pain from a broken heart. No, this was a different kind completely. He’d recognized the look in her eyes because his late wife had the same look before she had run away with him.

He could spot a battered woman from miles away. The hopelessness, the wreckage, the mile-high walls, the fear, the distrust.

Although, there was something else lingering there as well, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe determination?

Emma shook her head, speaking in a stumbled slur. “You can't be my doctor...”

Killian was disappointed, but the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, he was relieved when she told him she wanted a different OBGYN. Then she changed her mind, and all of a sudden his entire body was quivering, but he did his best not to let it show. He couldn't bare the thought of putting his hands on a battered woman, even if it were for medical purposes. Especially when Emma started crying in front of him.

His heart broke into a million pieces.

He decided he would do whatever he could to help her, even though he discovered she was leaving and he would probably never see her again.

After the appointment, Killian walked Emma to the exit doors, and she flashed him a broken smile, but it was beautiful at the same time.

Beautiful and broken.

“It was very nice to meet you Miss Swan. Best wishes to you,” Killian managed, pulling out a card from his pocket and handing it to her. “If you do need anything or have any questions at all, please don't hesitate to call my cellphone, day or night.”

“Thank you.” Emma glanced at the card before tucking it into her bag. “Goodbye, Dr. Jones.”

“Goodbye, Miss Swan.”

With that, she turned around, and Killian watched as she walked out of the clinic.

For years, Killian had felt empty inside since his wife died. Even his brother couldn't get past his extremely high walls, but somehow, his heart tugged in a way it hadn't in a very long time.

Slipping his hands into the pocket of his lab coat, he walked over to the windows of the waiting room, his eyes fixated on her as she got into her yellow bug. She reminded him of Milah so much, it was frightening. Of course, they looked nothing alike, but the fear that was a stable component in Emma's eyes and facial expressions, was the same.

All of the emotions he felt when he first met Milah came rushing back to him.

Killian captured and savored every last second he could of Emma until she started pulling away, as though he were trying to imprint her into his memories permanently.

“Dr. Jones... your next patient is ready for you.”

Killian craned his neck, flashing the nurse a small smile. “Thank you.” With one final glance of the blonde who was driving out of the parking lot, he had to peel himself away from his spot in front of the window before turning around and heading to his next appointment.

Even though he would never see her again, Killian knew he would never be the same again.

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iamcrimelord · 5 years ago

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To all of my friends in the collective and the circle.

The following post that you are about to read is one that I have struggled with for almost a year now to write as it deals with something that happened to me that was traumatic, humiliating, and in many ways needlessly cruel. I have thought many times over what I want to say and how I wish to say it. I’ve written draft after draft of how I wanted to word my feelings as I know that sometimes what I mean to say and what is actually heard can at times be two very different things. Initially I wanted to lash out against those that had hurt me and that had put me through the pain that I have suffered this year. But thankfully with loving guidance and comfort from my very dear friends who have been a pillar of strength for me through this year. I realize now that they have healed me from what could have been a self destructive course. I will forever thank them and love them for what they have done for me. The purpose then, of me writing this post now is not to get vengeance against those whom I hated or who I felt wronged me rather I simply wish to state my side of a story that was spread out among the ranks of the tumblr group, @weareadventurers and state what I was not allowed to say before nor was I in a state of mind to be able to say, for at the time that all of this happened I was mentally and emotionally panicked and did not know where to go or who to turn to and thus i committed several serious errors that only made my situation worse. Though my time with the group ended in a very ugly manner. I wish to undo that damage done to my reputation while expressing that I have nothing but good will and well wishes for the groups future. I wish to state for the record what happened, why it happened, and where it has left me now. To any who may have their own grudge or hatred towards this group, I ask that you do not use this post as ammunition for your own conflicts against them. The group as I knew it then was and I would certainly hope still is, filled with good people and that what transpired was due to miscommunication, lack of communication, and so forth.

To take a moment to explain my time with the collective, I joined them near the start of my time at college. They had a spot open for someone to become the pyromancer and druid and so I volunteered my services to @wearepaladin and since no one else wanted the position, I got it by default. It was a very rewarding experience and I was able to post stories and write content to an audience size I had never had a chance to entertain to before. Where things began to go wrong was very simply put, I did not consider what type of people were in my audience. During the bulk of my time in college I worked as a customer service rep at a call center to help pay for tuition, rent, and so forth and so I was under a rather large amount of stress made worse by the fact that it was a customer service job at a call center and for anyone who has ever worked in such a job, you know that at the end of a long night shift doing that you are not always going to be in the best of moods. And so I used my writing to tell tales of Daigo Belfir, a pyromancer who started out as a drunken fire starter intended to be a joke character and turned him into what many called an Edge Lord, a title that frankly I rather enjoy if one can believe it. The stories I began to write of him were a way to channel my frustration with many of the rude and cruel folks that I had to deal with at my job but the one thing in particular that I would write about from time to time is how he would hunt down and kill sex traffickers. Which at the time was something I thought many people would appreciate. Turns out I was wrong as one member of the group was willing to point out. It did bring some concerns to the paladin but he saw no fault in what I wrote and gave me a pass on it the first time, but told me that the blogs of the collective were simply meant to be reposts, and not story or rp blogs, he also advised not including sex traffickers in my stories anymore. To be honest, I became very annoyed with the instructions to just stick to doing reposts as I felt the true strength of the group was that we were a band of adventurers and our characters were what people were into, not a simple endless stream of reblogged pictures especially for someone whose characters whole thing was fire. After a while, you can only reblog things being burned for so long before it gets redundant and that was when I made my next big mistake. I started to thumb my nose at the Paladin’s rules and post story blogs anyway because that was what people were into and the thought of setting up a new blog and rebuilding a follower base was too much for me I thought. What I could not have known was that my stories were starting to upset many people in the collective but what has puzzled me for a long time is that no one ever really talked to me about it save for the friends that I mentioned before and so I figured I was just in my own little corner posting things while everyone else did the big stuff. Which frankly, I was fine with as I enjoyed being able to write what I wanted without needing to coordinate with others, though I love to RP and would often make posts inviting those within and without the collective to join in on. And so this went on until one day @weareknight told me not to ressurect my character Daigo who had died and come back from the dead again. (This was something my character Daigo did a lot and it annoyed the other members who disliked how frequently I did it, though again I wonder why as hardly any of them ever talked to me.) I tried to laugh off the frankly rude demand that I follow his order for my own character and tried to simply make a joke of it. It backfired greatly and he then posted this long tangent as to how I was apparently a pervert who wrote nothing but erotic fantasies of rape and violence and that I needed to grow up. This reaction surprised me greatly as I had mentioned above, If I ever wrote about such issues in my blog in my stories, it was of Daigo killing such evil people because rape is a horrible, horrible thing and those that exploit others in such a manner must and should be punished as I hope many of you will agree. And so not wanting to dignify his immature outburst I said nothing else, and went about my business. Shortly thereafter I got a message from @wearepaladin telling me that I was no longer part of the group. Had it been left at that, things would have turned out differently. I figured that due to my thumbing my nose at his rules and the outburst of the knight was the reason for it, but not asking any questions I told him that I would go quietly but that the hate mail that was starting to be sent to me frequently by the other members at that time had to stop and as their leader if I got any more I would hold him responsible for it because after all, he is their leader. I also said that I was keeping the name wearepyromancer. He said that was fine and I left, figuring that was the end of that. How wrong I was. The Next day my inbox was flooding with hate mail. The paladin had made a massive post telling me I had been kicked out of the group because of a few different things but the main one was that a post I had made was being made out to be one of non consent and sexual harrasment. I was at once greatly alarmed by that claim and began to frantically try to find out what had happened to make the paladin say something like that as I had always been of the clear stance that I opposed such things. It turns out that a post that me and another friend in the group had done for valentines day the year before was the cause. To explain, there were those who had shipped my character Daigo with her character, and so we thought as a fun valentines day post we would have it set up to where our characters would fight, and then Daigo would surprise her with a kiss. We both agreed it would be cute and fun and be a fun treat to give our readers who we thought wanted to see such a thing. Alas nothing happened and so we went about our way thinking that our plan to excite the fans failed. The truly tragic thing is that the picture was at first, a surprise gift for my friend who loved it and then I proposed we do the post, she agreed and we went about doing it as I explained above. If I recall correctly someone had asked my friend about the pic but she said she did not remember asking for it because as you may have guessed by now, she did not, for as I mentioned, it was a valentines day surprise I commissioned for her. But to my knowledge they did not ask her any other questions nor have they spoken to her again since all of this has happened. fast forward one year and suddenly that same post that me and my friend made was now the supposed “Damning evidence” that I deserved to be kicked out of the group and that I was this, awful monster that needed to be avoided at all cost and that I was evil, and that the paladin was so sorry that he had let someone like me into the group and that no one should attempt to speak to me further and ignore me completely. The irony of it all is that I was planning on leaving anyway, though I was dragging my feat because frankly, the prestige of being a part of @weareadventurers was rather addicting but I was glad to be kicked out because it meant that leaving finally happened and that I would be free of the paladins restrictive rules on content posting. Yet another mistake on my part. And so the hate mail came, and people left and right called me a deviant and a monster. One person even told me to kill myself. I would have fought more on the blog but at the time I was applying for a new job because I was unemployed and recently had to leave college because I could no longer do a full time job and go to school at the same time and I did not want an account that was getting so much hate mail and accusations about me attached to my person and I was afraid that a background check would bring that up. And I was not about to let my chances of getting a job be put at risk because of an untruth. Now I want to take a brief moment to point out I used the word, Untruth, and not lie. The paladin as I can only assume was working off of information that he had been given by others. My friend to whom I made the post with informed me that the hatred against me by some members in the group was so heated that it looked like they were looking for any reason they could to get rid of me. After all, you have to demonize before you can ostracize otherwise you risk being a “bad person.” And so they presented the paladin with the info, who then did what he felt was the right thing to do. Though it would have been nice if he had told me before he made that post why I was being kicked out. To be fair though, I assumed I already knew and thus did not ask. Again...I made many mistakes.

And so with a heavy heart, I had to deactivate the account with many telling me good riddance. As I deleted the blog I had to reload my page several times. It was like being forced to execute a family member but the gun kept jamming. But it was finally deleted and I found myself tottally, and utterly alone. With many of my friends in the group blocking me and refusing to speak to me. For the paladin did not say to stop the hate mail as I had asked, but told them to avoid me all together. Thankfully another friend grew suspicious of that order and spoke with me anyway. And so over the course of the year, my friend helped me recover from the lowest point I had ever been in my life. The first thing that happened after I shut down my blog was track down my friend to whom I had made the “evil” post with to make sure she was all right. I did not know what she had been going through and I was terrified that something similar had happened to her, after all, once an angry mob is formed the thirst for blood fades slowly. Thanks to my other friend I found her, and told her everything was going to be all right. She had been terrified that I was going to be furious with her but I assured her that I was not. Why would I have been? She is one of my best friends and she did nothing wrong and I assured her that she was still and still is to this day one of my best friends, even if these days we dont get the chance to talk like we used to.

The following months consisted of help and guidance from my other friend. He was able to talk me down from trying to outright sue the paladin and to try to think rationally while still letting me vent about the hurt I was going through. He even went so far as to speak to the paladin on my behalf, asking him to take down the post he had made about me. Alas, the paladin did not. He said that he did regret what had happened but decided to keep the post up as a reminder to him not to do to another what he had done to me. As you can imagine, I took that response very, very poorly. I saw it simply as the reaction of a man who after being shown he made a mistake, was willing to let me continue to live in exile and fear so long as it ensured his own reputation was intact. But again to be fair, he may have been genuine about that and simply did not realize how I might have felt about that, after all we have not spoken since the day he told me I was out. It is a fault that I have as well in my own manner of thinking and to continue the fairness, I had made a lot of mistakes, such as thumbing my nose at the rules of the group I was a part of and that he ran. It comes as no surprise that he would be unwilling to take down the post after how I had disrespected his authority, for yes indeed my friends, he did have the authority to do that. But back then, I did not have the clearer vision that I do now, and so for months I writhed in unending rage and hatred against the man. Hate for the loss of my blog, hate for the damage he had done to my reputation, hate for the fear I have lived in every day since then that someone may take it all a step further and do something truly heinous to either my reputation or even my physical person all because the paladin had made that post. The thing that was truly scary about all this is just how much influence the paladin has over others, in fact I would imagine that he may not fully realize just how much people hang on his word and so in making that post it gave, in the minds of many, the right to attack me and harass me because suddenly I was this, obvious monster that had no right to mercy because the paladin had clearly marked me out as a monster, even though I no longer believe that was his intent and again I stress, he was working with what information he had at the time.

This brings us to now. I have since then moved on from the hate I once felt for him and the collective group @weareadventurers. But the fear of what further damage this post may do to me in the future has haunted me for months. I live in terror that should I ever gain even a small part of the popularity I had before someone is going to come and bring up this story and use it to attack me because in this age we live in, cancel culture is as wide spread as it is addictive. Ironically the same sense of moral rightness that I often wrote about in Daigo became the very thing that led to my own demise with the group. But even so I still remember my time with them fondly and despite what the paladin said many of my friends in the group have begun to talk to me again. I would invite any who once did so back in those happier days to reach out to me on this blog again if you wish. All of what transpired was simply one massive misunderstanding and ultimately no one person is guilty of anything save for only being human.

I would now like to dedicate this last section to the collective member @we-are-scarlet-corsair and to apologize for something I did during all of this. As I mentioned before the Knight of the group had come up to me and told me not to revive my old character Daigo again for the umpteenth time which led me to provoke him with what I thought were joking comments to him. To explain, I had brought him back because I had seen posts from the paladin that she had been getting hate mail and harrasment because her character was “evil” and did not belong in the group. In a move that I thought would be charitable, and an excuse to bring back Daigo because of how much I love my character, I brought him back and thought I would go ahead and give the trolls someone else to harass besides scarlet corsair who had done nothing to deserve such hate.Between the time that the paladin made the post and my discovery about what he had done, I thought people were sending me hate mail about bringing back Daigo and that they had misunderstood what he had done in regards to the sex traffickers in my stories and explained that I was only trying to help scarlet corsair. That like everything else I had ever said or written was taken by many as the claim that I was somehow blaming her for my supposed bad behavior. And I see now how that would be the understanding of those who were then very angry with me. Regardless though of what my intentions were, I did not mean to sound that way. If you are reading this Corsair please accept my apology. I did not mean to make you feel attacked, or responsible, or anything like that. I hope that what I did has not caused you further distress or harm and that you have found as much joy as I once did in the collective. It may have its flaws but it is truly a good group to be a part of. Thank you so much for reading this post if you have made it this far. I hope that I have explained myself clearly and that any ill will that I know many feel towards me may be softened by what I have said. I wish you all both within and without the collective the best for the future, and that you continue to have grand adventures. May we meet again someday as friends once more. ~The Pyromancer

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RIVALRY WEEK! degenerate’s guide to TV watch ‘em ups

It’s rivalry week as I’m sure you know. Especially since a bunch of games have already happened. Boy, what finishes, huh? Expect more of the same today!

Of course I have no idea what happened on Thursday or Friday. I’m writing this on Wednesday night. It’s not like my insightful nature exists anyway.

You know about the lines and the schedules and the whatnot, I trust. If you don’t it doesn’t really matter at all. There’s football a-playin’ and gamblin’ afoot. Join us!

Saturday, November 24

Matchup Time (ET) TV/Mobile

11 Florida at Florida State 12:00pm ABC

FSU needs to win here to become bowl eligible. Florida can just keep losing and never drop in the rankings. The line is currently up to UF -6.5 and that seems like a decent buy given how bad FSU has been this year but keep in mind that Florida is very likely to not show up at any given moment.

Georgia Tech at 5 Georgia 12:00pm SECN

The first leg of my dream scenario for this weekend involves Georgia Tech winning this game. I am a curse, you should know. Bulldogs by 50.

Marshall at FIU 12:00pm Facebook

A vocal segment of Miami fans and alums wanted Butch Davis to return to The U a couple of years ago. I bet that idea would poll higher among Miami fans now.

4 Michigan at 10 Ohio State 12:00pm FOX

There are so many different potential bad outcomes for this game that I don’t know how to root in it.

Navy at Tulane 12:00pm ESPNU

This is a neat little “rivalry” in that Midshipmen are fighting Green Waves. Tulane has been very up and down, fittingly so, this season but Navy has just been down. Put a couple of bucks on -7 for me.

Purdue at Indiana 12:00pm ESPN2

I think this is the best these two teams have been at the same time since the 80s. The fact that either of these teams are relatively good within the frame of their respective program histories is wildly pathetic.

20 Syracuse at 20 Boston College 12:00pm ESPN

They’re both ranked 20? That’s one thing to be interested in.

Texas Tech vs. Baylor (in Arlington, TX) 12:00pm FS1

The world’s handsomest football coach is sort of in danger of being fired but I think his buyout is significantly lower if they wait a year and what else is Texas Tech going to do, win? Mike Leach ain’t coming back any time soon.

WKU at LA Tech 12:00pm CBSSN

Louisville fell apart this year and so did Western Kentucky. FSU isn’t looking so hot, either. The whole Bobby Petrino coaching tree rotted and died in 2018. The Bulldogs are favored by 11 over the Hilltoppers in this classic rivalry game with a very rich history.

NC State at North Carolina 12:20pm Raycom Sports

It’s got to eat at Duke homers a little bit to know that NC State gets the rivalry week game against UNC. Not just because it’s an easy win this year, I mean every year. It’s little things that I’m thankful for this year.

Wake Forest at Duke 12:30pm RSN/ESPN3

David Cutcliffe has lead Duke into a golden era for football. Right now. This is the golden era for Duke football. This might be the most talented Duke team ever. And they didn’t win the Coastal division in one of the worst years ever for a power 5 conference.

Old Dominion at Rice 1:00pm ESPN+

It doesn’t get much worse than this. Rice has one of the oldest football programs in the country, plays in Texas, and for rivalry week they are playing a 5-year old program from Virginia. There are three other Texas schools in Rice’s division in C-USA. To top it off they are a 7.5-point dog at home.

Georgia Southern at Georgia State 2:00pm ESPN+

This is an actual rivalry, carried over from 1-AA days, but the teams look the same and play similar styles and are both GSU and I will never remember which one is which. You won’t either.

New Mexico State at Liberty 2:00pm ESPN3

New Mexico State is so bad at football that they’re an 8-point underdog to Liberty. Why field a team at that point?

Troy at Appalachian State 2:30pm ESPN+

Finally an interesting off-brand game and of course it’s on ESPN+. If we all agree to never learn what that is these types of games will move back to ESPN2.

Wyoming at New Mexico 2:30pm ATTSN

I like Wyoming’s home browns a little better but this is still a cool uniform matchup. Like a generic sports game for the background in a TV show or a commercial.

Louisiana at ULM 3:00pm ESPN+

I wonder if dropping Lafayette from their branding has actually helped the directional school now simply billed as “Louisiana” in any appreciable way? Are they just trying to catch recruits too stupid to know they aren’t signing with LSU?

Southern Miss at UTEP 3:00pm ESPN+

Another one for ESPN+. What a curse.

Stanford at UCLA 3:00pm Pac-12N

If UCLA wins this game to finish with back-to-back wins over USC and Stanford this season will be a huge success for the Bruins, even at 4-8. Related: I always laugh a little when talking heads say things about the UCLA football team and something is happening in Westwood. The football team plays in Pasadena.

UAB at Middle Tennessee 3:00pm ESPN3

UAB is gunning for a 10-win season just a couple of years removed from not having a program. That’s pretty cool. MTSU is also a decent team this year. If you’re looking for an off-the-radar game of the week, this might be it. The line has moved in UAB’s favor but oddsmakers still have it pretty close.

Arizona State at Arizona 3:30pm FS1

I’m not surprised that Arizona is playing for bowl eligibility here but I am still amazed that Herm Edwards got ASU to 6 wins. Kevin Sumlin coaching Khalil Tate to be a pocket passer has been the most frustrating thing in the CFB world this season.

Auburn at 1 Alabama 3:30pm CBS

Kick Six will never get old. Sorry, Cabbage. If it’s any consolation, the line is 24 and might not be high enough. If you’re a draft aficionado this game should be a catalog of all Jarrett Stidham’s limitations as a quarterback. But maybe not. Maybe Gus Malzahn has been coaching all year knowing that his team wasn’t quite championship level so he decided to hold back all of his formerly great gameplanning skills to unleash hell in the Iron Bowl. If that seems far-fetched to you then I take it you have no idea what the Iron Bowl actually means in the state of Alabama. I’m old enough to still be annoyed that they don’t play in Birmingham anymore.

Illinois at 19 Northwestern 3:30pm BTN

If I recall correctly, Lovie Smith has an astronomical buyout number that will keep him at UIU for at least another year. On the plus side for the Illinois program they haven’t been noticeably worse under his stewardship than they have been under other coaches, at least in the long run. Season to season they still haven’t made a bowl game, though, and he gets paid pretty well for leading a team that’s among the worst power 5 teams every year. Northwestern is the B1G equivalent of Duke and, hey, this is their most talented team in years if not ever. They won’t get much out of that distinction but they are 17-point favorites against (bitter?) rivals Illinois. Take the Cats in this one.

Maryland at 12 Penn State 3:30pm ABC

If the TBL comments section were properly valued by society this would be known as the Byrd Bowl. Why is this conference so packed full of loathsome athletic departments?

Minnesota at Wisconsin 3:30pm ESPN2

Jonathan Taylor has rushed for 714 yards and 7 TDs in the last 3 weeks. Minnesota doesn’t play defense. That -10.5 is looking pretty good to me.

24 Pitt at Miami (FL) 3:30pm ESPN

Miami owes Pitt some serious payback for last year but Miami is also disintegrating as a team. Actively. This is separate from the earlier disintegration that is already completed. Jeff Thomas left the program, no 2019 commits are particularly strong, and every single junior is probably considering leaving early. The only hope for next year is if Manny Diaz stays on for another year as DC. I’m not very hopeful. The Canes are favored by 4.5, which seems like a mistake. Maybe N’Kosi Perry is actually really good and can overcome the loss of the team’s top two WRs and all of their TEs?

SMU at Tulsa 3:30pm CBSSN

All of the money is on SMU and the under. Not great margins in this one.

Temple at UConn 3:30pm ESPNU

UConn’s post-Big East football existence is underrated as one of this decade’s best comedy acts.

Arkansas State at Texas State 4:00pm ESPN3

I have no interest in this one. My brand is ruined.

Rutgers at Michigan State 4:00pm FOX

Michigan State’s true rival is Rutgers. In case that comes up later.

Tennessee at Vanderbilt 4:00pm SECN

A battle of 5-6 teams with Vanderbilt a slight favorite. Is it too early to talk about Tennessee buying out the entire football program with no planned replacement?

Charlotte at Florida Atlantic 6:00pm Stadium

The Kiffins need a win to go bowling and they’re favored by 17.5 but it would be really funny for him to lose and go back to being an OC where he belongs.

Colorado at California 7:00pm Pac-12N

I know they’ve fallen apart this year but Colorado firing their head coach still caught me off guard. He’s been overall pretty good for them, I thought? Oh, well, maybe they have somebody better ready to take things over.

Kansas State at 25 Iowa State 7:00pm FS1

Matt Campbell’s future is already clear: he’ll go to the NFL, have some better-than-expected early results, then settle into a dull forgettable career. Better than what David Montgomery will get from the league.

15 Kentucky at Louisville 7:00pm ESPN2

Louisville’s disaster of a season finally comes to a close. Kentucky needs to run up the score now, there’s no telling when things will be like this again.

North Texas at UTSA 7:00pm ESPN+

North Texas has been one of this year’s great off-the-map success stories. Decent chance they get to 10 wins after the bowls. I think that would be their second 10-win season ever.

San Jose State at Fresno State 7:00pm ESPNU

The o/u is 49.5 which seems like easy money. Fresno should get over 50 if they were ever worth a top 25 vote.

South Carolina at 2 Clemson 7:00pm ESPN

I really thought South Carolina was turning a corner back in September. I was wrong. Look for 5+ TD passes from Trevor Lawrence.

7 LSU at 22 Texas A&M 7:30pm SECN

aTm wins. Sharpie.

3 Notre Dame at USC 8:00pm ABC

I like the idea of coaching and upset of the #3 team in the country to gain bowl eligibility and then getting fired before the bowl game. Please, Clay Helton, give us this much.

Oklahoma State at TCU 8:00pm FOX

Great primetime matchup between a 5-6 team and a 6-5 team.

Nevada at UNLV 9:30pm CBSSN

Nevada is OK. UNLV is bad. This is Mountain West football!

BYU at 17 Utah 10:00pm FS1

This is not Mountain West football but it should be.

21 Utah State at 23 Boise State 10:15pm ESPN

This is a legitimately good game on the blue turf and it will last until 2am Eastern. This is what degenerate football is all about but these are two ranked teams. Our time is now, readers.

Hawaii at San Diego State 10:30pm ESPNU

This is way more degenerate than USU-Boise. It has the added advantages of being a better uniform matchup and you don’t have to worry about East Coasters complaining because they won’t even know this game is on.

#saturday post #football #college football #gambling #tv watch em ups #degenerate football

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