#his name is Auburn btw

[silvertws]

Look! It's the fucking Sorcerer who definitely isn't the embodiment of chaotic neutral! And definitely didn't die I mean... Got yoinked by outlaws in our like, 3rd session! (This was months ago btw, he's fine now! Or well, more like, for now)

[sunskisser]

heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!

yes, of course!! and thank you ♡

beautiful | j.p.

tw: fluff

snape!reader, james potter x reader

A frustrated sigh escapes Severus’ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lily’s body from where you’re laying on her lap as she laughs.

O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.

The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.

Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lily’s flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.

Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.

“If mother hadn’t instructed me to take care of you,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, “I would’ve tossed you into the black lake already.”

Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “You love me.”

“Lies.”

“You bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!”

“That was merely because-”

Your brother’s rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.

You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.

A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.

That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.

He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.

But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.

It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?

What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didn’t have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.

So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lily’s lap. “What?”

James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. “Y/n, I um… I asked if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?”

You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?

“But you like Lily!” you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. James’ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. “Lily? You think I like Lily?”

You were sure you’d get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. “So, you don’t like me, Potter?”

He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. “Redhead, you’re cool and all. But Y/n….” His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.

Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.

“Me?” you question slowly, suspiciously. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. “You like me?”

James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks he’d wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and he’d wait forever even if you said no.

Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.

You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brother’s hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. “Shut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.”

Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.

You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.

“Yes,” you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

“Yeah?” he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. “Alright, then. I’ll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He beams at you, and it’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen a person look before. “Bye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.”

James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.

A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.

You turn back to Severus, afraid of what you’d find. He’s gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.

“I’m sorry. If you’re not okay with it…”

“No. You are not going to bail out on him,” he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. You’re a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?”

You nod helplessly.

“And if what you want is Potter,” he sneers, “Then Potter it is. Just don’t expect me to play nice.”

A small smile graces your lips. “Thank you.” You know he’d understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.

You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, “Yes, yes. You’re welcome.”

Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. “This is awesome.”

“You’re just glad he doesn’t like you.”

“Am not!” she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.

You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe you’d give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.

[seneon]

STRANGE GIRL ──── mafia¡sae itoshi × fem¡reader.

about. in which, the boss of underground japan bought himself a strange girl. dark romance. a specific reader ( a nihilist with black eyes ) blood tw, mentions of blades and glass, nihilistic concepts, human trafficking. wc of 2700+

notes. this fic is me vomitting my words out so it pretty much doesn't make a lot of sense?? yeah beware. i was a lil unhinged when i wrote this. rushed ending btw

in the darkest cities of japan, there lies an underground club with the air thick with smoke of the cigars and desperation of needy souls. but unlike those of the underground ruins, a blindfold covers your field of vision and ropes surround your skin to hug them tight.

sae itoshi, if you are not mistaken— he who rules these underground cities and visits these clubs like they were his only way of spending time through the night. you have heard his name crossing your ears a few times as you spent your life under these darkness.

the man who leaves trails of bloodstains everywhere he steps on. a brutal, ruthless, heartless man, some would say. yet you do not bat an eye when the people of this darkness bind you and shut off your vision to the world.

you have been sold to this … sae itoshi.

his heavy footsteps echo as he approaches your bound form. the blindfold is suddenly pulled off, and there reveals the chilling turquoise eyes fixed intently on yours. he watches you for a moment, drinking in your appearance as if to commit them to his tainted memory.

sae watches as your eyes moved around, before they settled onto him, to hold onto that one piece that has you grounded.

“such beautiful eyes,” he commented, voice laced with deep silk that it has your soul entranced. “i like them. two little black holes just waiting to be filled.”

“i never knew someone could be so interested in plain, black eyes,” you replied, gaze still locked onto turquoise eyes. it was not long before his long and warm fingers wrapped around your neck, holding it with enough pressure that your breathing stills. it stills because you feel that it might falter and you might lose your breath.

“you’re snapping my neck?” your question striked a scoff from the itoshi. “no. i just want to see how fragile you are.”

“are you satisfied?”

he leans back slightly, fingers loosening around your neck but not quite letting it go as he studies your reaction carefully.

“maybe,” his fingers trace your jawline, then move up to your hair, tangling in it. “such grace under pressure... tells me you’re not just another pretty face,” sae’s voice drops to a whisper as he releases his grip around your neck and steps back.

“you’re like a delicate flower, growing in the cracks of the sidewalk. unappreciated, yet so beautiful.”

with a gaze still on the man with auburn hair, you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, “how nice of you. it swells my heart.” and his face darkens, anger piqued by your indifference.

“you’re quite maddening, you know?” he said, eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion and agitation that felt like it was being tickled by your feathers. he tells his men to unite you and bring you back to his haven.

sae couldn’t quite grasp you, for you are quite the strange girl.

when it was the dead of night, you brought his hands to lay them on your chest, silent for a few moments as you glanced at him.

“can you feel my heart? i think it’s broken.”

the man stiffened slightly at your touch, clearly caught off guard at your unexpected gesture when he was simply in your room to check up on you. sae’s hand remains on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart. a small frown forms on his face as he listens to the quiet admission.

“broken, huh?” he murmurs and searches your face for any speck of emotion that might surface right through that oblivion gaze of yours. but he found none.

his fingers splay out wider, pressing gently against your chest. he can feel the rhythm, slow and steady, but with an underlying ache that he can’t quite put his finger on.

“you know what i think? i think your heart isn’t broken. i think it’s shattered. like glass, sharp and jagged, waiting to cut anyone who tries to get close,” sae ceases his words right then and there, watching your eyes move to your chest.

“is it cutting you?”

there was a momentary silence in the air, hundreds of implications swirling thick. soon after, sae looks down at his hand on your chest, as if expecting to see blood. then he looks back up at you, his eyes searching.

“you tell me. am i bleeding yet?”

no hesitation is needed in your position. “blood trickles down your hands,” you replied, hands moving to trail on his fingers in such an eerie and strange matter that sae couldn’t help but feel hundreds of spiders crawling down his spine at your touch. you trailed his hands as if to trace the blood that flows.

the man’s eyes widen slightly as he feels the warmth of the imaginary blood on his hands. he watches, absolutely fascinated— as you trace the imaginary red liquid with your fingers.

something about you made him swallow hard, his throat suddenly dry. he looks at you with new eyes, seeing you in a way he never has before.

you’re not just a challenge, not just a pretty face. you’re something else entirely. and he feels the threat that saturates his veins with fear and excitement from your fingertips on his skin alone.

“you’re quite the psychopath,” said the man as he stared at you. his turquoise eyes pierces curiosity right through your skin and when he really looks at you for who you are, he realises something.

you are simply nothing but a metaphor. a concept and idea of insanity and death. the void that swallows up all logic and reason. a riddle— something sae itoshi despises with pure passion that burns away at others’ souls.

in this room at this moment, there are only two rotten souls dancing on the edge of a blade. and the best part? neither cared enough if the soles of their feet sunk into the blade.

he stares into your black eyes, searching for any hint of emotion, any sign of life. but all he sees is darkness, an abyss that mirrors his own soul but somehow seems even more empty. “nothing in your eyes...” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

sae itoshi takes a step back as he knows he’s doomed upon the purchase of a strange girl. he didn't buy a person, he bought a void. he bought nothing.

and he fucking hates it.

days turn into weeks. sae throws himself into work, trying to drown out his frustration with you. he orders his men to keep an eye on you, to report back any changes in your behavior. but you remain the same— silent, expressionless, empty.

all just like a strange void that your eyes have.

one night he comes home late, suit drenched in blood and his mind hazed with violence. he stumbles into your room and freezes when he sees you sitting there in the dark, your black eyes reflecting the moonlight like a pair of soulless orbs.

sae stands there for a long time, just watching you. the moonlight casts sharp shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his nose and the cold fury in his eyes. sae is covered in the reminiscence of blood and gore, a walking testament to the violence he’s capable of.

“you smell like blood,” you asked, gaze still locked onto the mother of the night as sae simply replied. “do i?”

“yes. is it your blood or others’?”

you hear his shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. the scent of bloody copper grows stronger as he approaches. “does it matter?” sae carefully asked. he’s always been careful with you, treating you like glass.

as if his pathetic nonexistent prayers of you to move and not remain posed like a damned statue, you tore your gaze from the moon to glance behind at him. he thanks the god or gods above for such a change.

when you glance behind, he sees the flicker of curiosity in your eyes. it’s the first spark of life he’s seen in you since he bought you. sae watches as you take in his appearance. the wine red stains on his clothes, the scratches on his face, the masked violence underneath his turquoise eyes.

“others’ blood.”

you hummed. sae reeked of the scent of other soul’s blood anyways. it should be obvious already. he stands there watching for a moment before stripping off his bloodied suit jacket and tossing it aside. the moonlight catches on the various bruises and cuts decorating his torso.

“does it bother you at all?” soft voice rolls down his tongue, yet it carries a dangerous edge, and you said that it doesn’t bother you at all.

in one swift motion, he grabs your chin firmly between his fingers, forcing your gaze away from the mother of the night and towards him, the threat of the night.

sae stares into your black eyes, searching for any reaction. anger, fear, disgust. anything. but he finds nothing. just that single empty void that has become all too familiar. it infuriates him. he slams his other hand down on the windowsill beside your head, caging you in.

“what crosses your mind at this moment?” you asked, looking up at him like you even had a choice to look elsewhere.

in this moment, as he stares into your empty eyes, thousands of thoughts crossing his mind. sae thinks about breaking you, shattering that icy exterior and revealing the person beneath. he thinks about killing you, ending this enigma once and for all.

but most of all, he thinks about understanding you. as a man who deals with underground dangers, he is a man who has built his life on understanding people, using their weaknesses and desires to his advantage. and yet, here he is, stumped by a simple girl with no soul. and it eats at him.

he leans in closer, his face inches from yours. he can feel his own heart pounding in his chest, the blood pulsing through his veins. the moon faintly reflected in your black eyes.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” he squeezed his fingers on your chin just slightly.

“i’m the one who decides who lives and who dies in this city. and you… you’re no one. nothing. a blank slate. a puzzle with no pieces. and you’re not worth killing at all. and i’d only waste my bullets in darkness.”

silence took over the atmosphere as it grew thicker and thicker when the seconds passed.

and out of nowhere, you brought your hands up to cover sae’s cold and bloody ones gripping your chin. he freezes— for the contrast is stark, almost jarring. his heart rate spikes and adrenaline mixes with something else, something he can’t quite place. his grip on your chin loosens slightly, but he doesn’t pull away.

his chest heaves as he tries to regain his composure, anger still simmering beneath the surface. sae looks into your black eyes, expecting to find the same empty void, but instead, he finally sees something that almost looks like a spark in your void of a gaze.

“you wound me.”

sae itoshi, ruler of underground japan, came to a mere conclusion that you are simply, metaphorically speaking— a vacuum. devoid of emotions and any lingering feelings left to face earthly life.

yet he sought to pierce some sort of signs of humanity right into the center of your soul, all just so he could see an unbreakable porcelain doll break.

your feelings have been forgotten. you have forgotten how to feel, forgotten how to even graze at the tiniest bit of sunlight. at the same time, you sought some kind of connection to the soils of the earth. to feel like a human, to cherish and appreciate your existence.

but it all feels so foreign. foreign to the point where fear starts to seep through your veins at the unexpected. it creeps and slowly crawls into your skin, gnawing and clinging to your very bones and bask in the warmth of your blood.

not even when your nose touched sae’s own nose do you feel a speck of emotion. though, he could tell in your vacuuming eyes that a glimpse of connection sparked. he tells you that you should not do such a gesture if it does not matter.

however, does it really matter? you cannot feel anything either. you are nothing but a poor little feelingless creature.

“have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to feel?” the man asked as he sat opposite of you at the dining table where you consume a meal which flavours danced around your tongue.

“i wish to feel,” you responded, chewing your food. “what is it like to feel?”

and you have gotten curious, which tells sae itoshi that the chains and locks around your heart are beginning to rust and come apart at your curiousity. it is a progress that he sees morphing into your colourless life.

sae is drawn to your blankness like a moth to a flame, desperate to light even a single spark within you. just as he has been desperate in his mind, so has your own desperation covered in a light layer of deceit that seems as if it is trying to eat away at your desperation to feel something.

the man stands up, presence commanding the vacant seat beside you as he finds his haven to sit. you watched as he brought his hands up. and the next thing you know, you feel his fingers wrapped around your cold ones.

yes, you felt.

his touch is what you feel when his warmth kisses your skin. it is an electrical feeling, an odd sensation that feels… nice. so to say.

“what do you feel when i touch your hand like this?” sae’s voice pulled you out from your thoughts as your gaze was set upon him, other hand still holding onto the spoon.

“warm,” you speak softly. “i feel your warmth.”

you are beginning to feel in the midst of this brutal man who reeks of blood. the fragrance of victory wafted into sae’s nose as he watched your hand that turned upwards to lace your fingers with his.

as strange as you could get, sae itoshi thinks he is falling in love with you, with the way your cold touch feels against him and your now curious black eyes that seems to tug at his soul.

you will be the end of him.

so what exactly is it that could twist in the ropes of fate and change a concept called destiny? what exactly happens now that such a long period of time has passed like a dive down a bridal veil? what ceases to exist when it is that one thing that has been keeping your feet to the ground?

you shattered.

you simply shattered into nothing but mere broken glass pieces— unable to be picked by the skin of a human as all it does is pierces through.

six, seven, eight, nine, ten… scratch that. who knows how many weeks it has been ever since you were brought into the legal possession of underground ruler sae itoshi.

gosh. how you have risen into a new light of the world that once shone upon your soul. you have always been falling endlessly into a void that seemed to never have a solid ground. but how, you are present in this world— this time. and sae has his lips pressed against yours.

to have his warmth that courses throughout your entire body from his lips to yours was the final key. breaking apart and melting from the man’s gentle yet intoxicating lips is enough to tell him that you have shattered.

when your lips press against his as if to test this newfound feeling, he wastes no time but to tilt his head slightly and deepen the kiss with the work of his tongue.

are you still a strange girl in his eyes?

in all honesty, you are. you will always be a strange girl to him. nothing is ever going to change the fact that your gaze still reflects a shine of threat, albeit it has been brought back to life now. you still harbour a presence that could undoubtedly stab venom into one’s body, mind, and soul.

but sae adores the feeling of your lips against him. he loves the way your body feels against him. appreciates the fact that he bought you out from a hellhole and gave you the glory you deserve.

and you gave him everything as gratitude. from the intoxicating kisses to the sweet moans and flowery praises, every inch of your soul belongs to him now.

you are his strange girl.

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© SENEON 2025 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Part IX

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: mentions of torturing, SA, fight and blood, some swearing

Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears

This one is a bit more brutal and not the last such scene in this series, but I hope you'll like the moment Eris appears. Hopefully you'll see what I saw while writing it, the Lord of Autumn Court in full glory (I'm so tempted to draw him btw)

Part VIII | Part X

Eris was mad with rage, running faster and faster through the castle and its grounds like a fire breathing demon, leaving a havoc behind. He literally turned his estate upside down, not leaving a single thing on its original place, but Y/N disappeared without a trace.

Killian had never seen him like this. Right now he reminded him of their father, Beron, more than ever. Eris barked at everyone who came empty-handed, threatened and intimidated every aristocrat who lived in the castle and had ever expressed the slightest objection against him or his choice of wife. Even Killian didn't dare to get in his way. Every person in the castle was looking for Y/N day and night without a break to no avail.

"My Lord," a shy voice snapped him out of thoughts on his way to Eris's office.

Killian halted looking down on a small trembling lesser faerie that served in the kitchens.

"Yes? What is it?"

Even though he spoke softly, little faerie shivered like a leaf in the wind and nervously fidgeted with her fingers.

"I- I think I saw something suspicious the morning Lady has disappeared."

Killian's brows shot to his hairline as his eyes widened. Finally something that might be helpful. Quickly, he looked around, checking whether someone heard them and then gestured toward the closest empty chamber. The maid nodded and walked in. He closed and warded the doors behind.

"And now tell me everything." He turned to her with high expectations, urging her to speak.

"I was washing a lettuce near the well when I saw him."

"Who?"

"I-I don't know, my Lord," she sobbed.

"It's okay," he reassured her, forcing himself to speak calmly. "Tell me what you remember. Anything. Any small detail."

"I saw him only from behind. He was tall with long, dark brown hair. He carried a big bag on his shoulder. It was too big, that's why I found it so strange. As soon as he got out from the wards, he winnowed away."

Narrowing eyes, Killian nervously bit on his lower lip, his brain running at full speed. If that male could winnow, it meant that he was a high fae, but list of names was still too long.

"Did you notice anything else? A scar, unusual clothes, accessory, anything that could help me to identify him?"

The maid thought about it for a moment. "He.. he had a sword slung across his back. Quite long one. I think I saw some big gems on its hilt, but I'm not sure about the colour."

"What about its scabbard. Anything special?"

She shook her head. "It was just black with gold details I think."

Killian breathed out deeply. "Why haven't you said something sooner?"

The maid uncomfortably shifted under his piercing gaze. "I-I was scared. His Lordship was so angry when he stormed through kitchens like tornado. I thought that he would burn me down, if it turned out to be irrelevant.."

He laughed and ruffled her short auburn hair. "Silly girl! Go back to the kitchen. And not a word to a living soul, do you understand?"

"Yes, my Lord," she quickly bowed and disappeared.

Killian didn't waste time and headed to Eris's office.

"Anything new?" he asked in his usual mocking tone as soon as the doors closed behind him. Eris was pacing around the room, the flames roaring in his veins caused that the air around him rippled.

"Do you think I would be here if I knew where she is?" he barked.

Killian lazily walked over to the window and leaned against the cool glass. This room was insufferably hot. It was a miracle that it hadn't caught fire yet.

"One little bird whispered to me that a certain lordling was here and when he was leaving he carried a human sized load."

In a blink of eye, Eris was on him, fisting the front of his tunic, his fingers burning holes into it.

"Who are you talking about?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"I'm talking about a boring lordling with ego bigger than entire castle, who likes to brag about his stupid sword and wears it 24/7. I'm sure that he even takes a shit with it. Do you get it now?"

Eris's eyes widened with understanding. The blood froze in his veins. If that male kidnapped her, they didn't have much time to find her, especially if they hoped to find her alive. "But that bastard was banished from here after he took Volkan's side. So how did he get in?"

"Yeah, he was and I have no idea. That's something we will have to worry about later though."

Eris nodded. "Y/N is priority now. We need to get her back asap. Do we know where he is now? What does he do?"

Killian pressed lips into thin line. "No. We have no news about him nor Volkan ever since they left, unfortunately. If they are together, which certainly they are, they can be anywhere."

Eris swore, feverishly thinking. He ran hands through his hair, making it even messier than it already was. It could take weeks even months to find them and he didn't have so much time. There was no other way. He had to use his smokehounds once again. Only they could find her fast enough.

He stormed out from the office, heading to their chambers. He opened the doors to his wife's bedroom and looked around. There were no combs, no hair accessories. No jewellery she often wore. All clothes were washed. Everything was neat and clean, not a single hair left behind.

If he wanted to find her fast, he would need her blood or anything she often carried around and preferably nobody else had touched. He started to search the drawers, returning everything to its place. This room was like a sacred place to him, he wouldn't dare to make a mess here. However, the commotion drew attention of one of the girls Killian brought for her as her maid and companion.

"My Lord?"

"Where are all her personal things?" he asked while he rummaged through the mostly empty drawers.

"I'm afraid she doesn't have any.. She brought just few dresses with her. The only thing that could count is a necklace his Lordship gave her for birthday, but she wore it all the time. She had it on her even when.." she couldn't finish the sentence.

Eris shook his head in disbelief. "What about .. I don't know.. some diary? Handkerchief? Anything!" The girl just shook her head sadly.

"She lives here like the poorest priestess. Why none of you bothered to let me know she's struggling so much? I thought that you were supposed to take good care of her. I hoped I expressed myself clearly when I said I want her to have anything she wants or needs." Eris ran hand through his hair, barely suppressing the anger.

"She never complained about anything nor expressed the desire to have things.. We asked her at least thousands times, but she said that she didn't need anything. That she was satisfied with what she already had.." The girl started to cry, big tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Why do you talk about her in the past tense?" Eris growled lowly, his heart clenching in pain. "She isn't dead. She can't be.. not yet.."

The girl started crying even more and apologised again and again. It was clear that she sincerely missed Y/N and feared for her safety.

"Forget that," he growled angrily. He didn't have time for this sentiment right now. His patience was wearing thin. He needed to move on. "Where is her nightgown?"

"In laundry room I think." Eris closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Would maybe the dress from the birthday party be of any help? It's stained with her blood, but she insisted on keeping it."

Eris sharply turned to her. "Bring it right away!"

You woke up with a headache and a strange, unpleasant after-taste on your tongue in a dark room, lying on the cold stone floor. As your last memories cleared up, your heart raced up and you tried to sit up. You barely managed to stop the scream that almost escaped you as the ropes cut into your skin. Trashing you managed to roll to your side. You were terrified.

The sound of snap of fingers bounced off stone walls in the distance and the torches lit up. When your eyes got used to the bright light, you realized with horror that you were most likely in a cave, the room carved in stone reminding you of your former home. Steps echoed in the hallway and the door swung open.

You cried out with relief when you saw flash of red hair, pale skin and a glimpse of amber eyes, however the person who entered was unfamiliar. He was lazily stalking closer, hands in pockets, watching you like wolf observing the future meal.

"So this is the whore he's chosen over a pure blood." The raspy, cold voice of the male made you shiver in fear. This person wasn't here to help you.

"I told you, didn't I?" Another male who you hadn't noticed before, snarled from threshold. That one had dark brown hair. You doubted that you had ever seen him. You would remember the ugly scar that just miraculously missed his eye, stretching all the way down to the corner of his mouth, giving him a permanent one-sided grin.

The red head crouched before you and painfully squeezed your jaw, turning your face from side to side to get a better look.

"It's not too bad. My brother's taste isn't so horrible after all. Maybe we could have some fun before we get rid of her. There aren't any females to fuck around here anyway. What do you think?"

"Please.." you sobbed almost inaudibly, but they only laughed. No matter how much you would plead with them, it wouldn't work. It never did with this type of males. So you just pressed your lips together, determined not to make another sound.

The first tears slid down your cheeks as you were shivering there, completely in mercy of those two strangers. They could do with you anything they wanted. You wouldn't be able to protect yourself, anyway. They were much bigger and stronger than you. And there was no one who could come to rescue you in time.

"What are you staring at?" The redhead snarled when he stopped laughing and hit your head on the ground with such strength the room again darkened for a brief moment.

You wanted to scream for help but you knew it would go unanswered, more over you would only enraged them, provoked them to continue.

"That whore doesn't even plead anymore. It seems that she enjoys it," the other one laughed and came closer.

The redhead stood up, then he picked you up by your hair and punched you. The pain shot from the cheek to whole your body and more tears welled up in your eyes. During the months you spent in your husband's castle you'd almost forgotten how much the beating hurt, but it wasn't any worse than what your father did to you.

"Not even a small noise. This is going to be such fun," the redhead snarled delighted.

They started to punch you and kick you around without a break until you couldn't take it anymore and cried out. They seemed to be pleased with it and continued using you as a punch bag. Only once you weren't able to move even the slightest, your body aching so much you hardly could take a small sip of air, the redhead began reaching for the hem of your skirt.

You were already at the end of your strength, hardly perceiving what was happening to you. The darkness was reaching for you and calling you to its emptiness when a real inferno had began.

At first there were only shouting voices and sounds of fight, then the entrance exploded in the flames, hot air fanning over your face and making already labored and painful breathing even harder.

Out of the all consuming fire a figure in silver armour with bright red cape stepped out, unaffected, unbothered by flames licking his body. His eyes were burning even brighter than the fire around him, his face twisted with rage. The moment he saw you on the ground, covered in blood and bruises, a deafening roar broke through from the depths of his chest and he turned into bloodthirsty demon.

"Volkan!" Eris snarled, the ire dripping from every syllable. "I'll burn you down to ashes with my own hands for this!"

The other scarred male ran away as soon as Eris appeared, but the redhead stood up to him, eager for fight.

"Let's end it here and now, brother," he spatted out the word with utter disgust. "You shouldn't have become the High Lord. You aren't suitable for that. You aren't enough ruthless and cruel for that. With such, you can't rule the Autumn."

"You are wrong," Eris snarled with wild grin. "I can and I do rule the Autumn Court. You had to hide in the Middle to survive. You aren't suitable for ruling. Remember? You are the one who was never enough."

Whatever Eris referred to, the redhead reacted to that with a battle cry and charged towards him with a sword made out of fire.

You didn't recognize your husband. He was like a beast released from the hottest depths of hell and he fought like that, too.

The fire met the fire in such a fierce fight that stone walls cracked and the whole mountain shook. Somewhere above you, you heard collapsing ceilings. The sounds of fight outside the room instantly stopped, replaced by shouting men trying to evacuate the place and save their lives. However, two brothers hadn't faltered and continued their merciless fight, determined to kill each other.

The stone walls of the room you were in, shook for the last time and started to collapse. The redhead cried out in pain as part of ceiling collapsed at the place where he stood, burying him under the stone. As the rest of the ceiling began collapsing, Eris lunged at you and in the last moment winnowed you away.

Darkness and unpleasant pull were replaced with fresh, cool night air that filled your lungs as you found yourself lying on your back in the middle of the courtyard of Forest House surrounded by dirty, tired and hurt soldiers. Everyone was panting, some even groaning, several needed to sit down or leaned for support against the closest wall.

Your eyes found the stars above, winking down at you, unchanged, their cold beauty soothing some of the worst pain. With difficulty you were fighting the darkness lurking at the edges of your mind, but you needed to see him, to make sure he was alive. You couldn't even count how many times in your life you were beaten to blood, how many bones were broken in the process, yet it had never been so bad as now.

Small whimper escaped you as you were trying to turn your head to the side where you felt his hand holding yours. The rope you were bound with, disappeared while you were winnowed from that place. The armour screeched against the cobblestone as groaning Eris pushed himself up into a semi-sitting position and bent over you.

He was dirty, a trail of blood running from his hair line to his chin, another from the corners of his mouth. A bruise was starting to form under his left eye. Silver lined his eyes as his gaze roamed over your face and he reached for you stopping just an inch from your skin, afraid to touch you.

You smiled at him, every muscle in your face protesting. "You came for me." Tears slid from your eyes, cooling the hurting flesh on its way.

"Of course I did. I couldn't leave my wife in hands of those bastards. You can't even imagine how worried and scared I was when you disappeared. I was going crazy-"

His words were cut off as Killian with smaller army of healers rushed from the doors, interrupting whatever Eris was about to say with his strong voice.

"Take care of the wounded," he shouted the orders and immediately was at your side. At first he noticed his brother and paled.

"We need one healer here," he shouted out.

"Or rather three," he added when his gaze fell to you. "I'm so relieved to see you alive, dear sister."

He reached for your hand, but just like Eris, changed his mind half way through and his hand halted, awkwardly hanging in the air. Eris growled.

Killian cleared his throat. "Easy. I don't want to hurt her. What happened?" he demanded. "Is he dead?"

"I think so," Eris grunted, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I'd love to be sure he's gone for good. Also, that bastard Nair escaped as soon as he saw me."

Killian nodded. "I will send someone to check on it and look for Nair."

"Give them rather shovels and pickaxes. They will need them."

Killian blinked in confusion, but before he could ask why, bunch of healers shoved him aside, examining Eris's and your injuries. Eris refused to let go of your hand that he was still holding, snarling at anyone who tried to reason with him. In the end, healers figured that it would be much easier for you both if you took a nice, deep nap and so they put you to sleep with a single flick of wrist. Eris collapsed as first and you followed right after him.

[diejager]

Alright so reader ends up pregnant, mom thinks it's horangis kid, reader moves in with him and we have the whole nursery situation

What happens next, like how will they treat her when she's 7 months pregnant? How will they deal with her cravings and stuff?

And what will happen when she gives birth and the baby's a carbon copy of konig? Will the mom be like "🧍‍♀️oh well that's interesting" or will horangi and Konig take reader away and disappear from the face of the earth? Or even worse, they make sure the mom's not gonna bother them anymore (yknow like ⚰️💀⚱️🪦)?

The whole story line is amazing btw and if I could, i would kiss your brain because of how amazing it is

I’m gonna expand on Baby Scenario since it’s almost the same principle. Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, childbirth, tell me if I missed any.

Your mother had adamantly encouraged you to move in with Horangi, it would only make sense, no? Since he was the father of your kid. You’d have more space from both her and your stepdad, and would be able to spend more time with Horangi, to build that intimacy and relationship that you’d need if you were to care for a child. You would have extra room for your stuff and a nursery fro your upcoming child in Horangi’s home since he lived alone, his ultilitarianlydecorated house was a perfect place to start building a warm home —a blank canvas coaxing you to paint. 

You reluctantly agreed to her proposition, not having much of a choice when she was obliviously overcome with joy, König’s hard stare and Horangi’s tightening grip on your hip, low enough to make you uncomfortable but not too much that it was improper. The move was made quick, the sudden change of your environment left you disorientated, confused and lost while they carried box after box into the living room of your new house. 

They hadn’t made a move on you since the test, leaving you alone to do your own things: fix your side of the room, paint and move furniture around the nursery when Horangi and König were busy with other things, or reading on the bean bag you moved near the window for better lighting. It made the move a bit better, neither feeling as oppressed as you felt nor as freeing as you used to be, but it worked nonetheless of your change of ownership. It, however, hadn’t last long, they were quick to lay a hand on you, their fingers kneading and wandering over your sensitive skin, moving you to the bed and leaving you mewling and panting from their mouth and fingers alone.

When your cravings knocked down the door with weird and changing tastes, both men were eager to help, buying or ordering whatever you’d cried about wanting even if you ended up throwing it away because you didn’t want it anymore. They were accommodating to your growing needs, at your every beck and call when you had a sudden craving or sickness. Your mother couldn’t be any happier about how it turned out, that you were with someone she could trust to care for you and not a boy who’d leave you the second he heard you were pregnant, she booked everything for you until the assumed date of birth. 

But on when you gave birth, staring at a boy with auburn strands and brown eyes, and a girl with black locks and pale eyes, your mother looked as horrified as you were, much unlike Horangi and König’s pleased gaze. She fought with him, screamed her head off and tried to pry them away from you, to protect you from the men who forced themselves on you and knocked you up. You learned that she kicked König out, throwing all his items out and had tried to have them both removed and taken away from you, but there was little she could do against powerful men. Their names and reputation the blade of their defense, to use and to wield to take you away from her. 

The last time you saw her, she was in tears, sobbing and fighting against someone’s arms, clawing her way towards you while you were pulled away and into a black SUV. They cut your contact with your mother and the rest of the world, keeping you in a locked box of their own making. You didn’t know what happened to your mother or how she was, you were completely cut off from anything than your penthouse. Your only physical contact was your kids and the men who called themselves your husbands, caring for Leon and Yoon-Suh and making sure they had food when they came home. 

And it wouldn’t take long before they’d ask for another child.

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[amoebagrl]

“i wanna be the one you think about at night”

college au!abby anderson x hyper fem!reader

abby keeps seeing this cute girl all over campus, and when she goes to the first lecture in her new class she finally gets to talk to you!! ♡

warnings: none except for abby being whipped for 30 minutes straight

wc: 735

part one of two

an: my first fic on a new blog!! how exciting ♡ so sorry this is so bad, i’m a little nervous to write 😭 also this is alittle loser!abby oops! song is flaming hot cheetos by clairo!!

not proofread!

(basketball!abby created by the lovely @elsweetheart)

grunting, as she sets down her heavy backpack, she sees you standing in the doorway

you’re the mystery girl. her mystery girl.

you’re just walking into the class, anxiously searching for a familiar face when you lock eyes with her. you’d seen abby anderson before, i mean, she’s the captain of your university’s basketball team.

you quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone else you knew, but ultimately decided on taking a seat next to her.

“hi!” you quickly smile and wave, setting down your pink tote bag at the seat right next to hers.

“oh, um hey” she says, freaking out internally “you’re y/n right? i’m abby” she asks, smiling. “yeah, i am” you laugh “you play basketball here, right?” you question

“yeah- um i do. i’m the captain actually” she clears her throat. what. the hell. she knows me?!?? stay calm abby.

“cool! i’ve always wanted to see you guys play but just haven’t really gotten a chance” you admit, sheepishly, toying with the trim of your baby pink sweater

“i mean, we have a game tomorrow night�� that’s if you want to come, of course” “really? i’d love to come!” you chirp

“if you’d want to go earlier i could- i could pick you up, like when i’m on my way… like you could watch us warm up and everything. it sounds boring so if you wouldn’t wanna-“ “yes! omg of course that sounds fun!” she freezes for a second, almost shocked at the fact that you’d even want to see her play

“really?” “yeah” you grin. she’s kind of cute you think to yourself

she stands there for a second, and then fumbles for her phone “can i have your number? so i could text you all the times and… stuff” “sure!” you pull out your phone, which has a baby blue case with little bunnies on it, “here” you take her phone, typing in your number and adding your name, with a little ‘♡’ after it

she hands you your phone back, with her contact now saved “so i’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?” “yeah!” you blush, and turn to take out your laptop

that whole afternoon, she stares at your contact in her phone, drafting about 101 texts she doesn’t dare send.

unbeknownst to her, you’re doing the exact same thing.

the next day your phone ‘dings’

abby: hey, is 4:30 alright? i have to get there earlier and stuff

you: yeah that’s perfect! :) this is my dorm btw

*1 attachment*

abby: i’ll see u then

you: see u!! ♡

a heart???? does that mean anything?? she thinks, mind racing.

you panic, checking the time. “ITS ALREADY NOON?? I NEED MORE TIME TO GET READY” you squeal, alerting your roommate, dina, who was in the middle of doing some homework

“oooo getting ready for who??” “you’ll never guess. not in a million years?” “who?!” ellie, dina’s girlfriend, asks sitting up from dina’s bed “um how long have you been here?” you ask the auburn haired girl, startled. “ummm too long. anyways who is it??” “abby anderson.” you say, quietly, almost in a whisper.

“abby… anderson?” she asks, brows furrowed. “yes… sorry els i know you hate her or whatever” you wince “hate is an understatement. did you know what she said to me in freshman gym??” “ellie, please” dina warns, clearly having heard this story plenty of times

“yeah fine” she shrugs, pulling the duvet back over her head.

“okay so where is she taking you??” dina asks, turning to face you. “well… to her game tonight. it’s not a date or anything!” you say, ignoring the brunettes eye roll “that’s very boring. anyways you should wear that new jean skirt you got last week” “i was thinking of wearing that! with what top though? the pink one? “that’s really flowy?” “yeah!” “and then the white sweater over it!”

“dina. you are literally my fairy godmother” she shrugs off your compliment, “i’m just that good” she brags.

you nervously sit on the edge of your bed in the shared dorm, as ellie and dina already made their way to some party

two sharp knocks on your door echo through the room and you quickly sit up and make your way over to the door, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and you turn the knob.

the door swings open, revealing the muscular blonde in front of you.

“wow.” she breaths out

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[hotxcheeto]

Hi, can u write sub ellie smut with more masc female reader? Can it be wanilla and sweet??? Please i need this😅😅😅

Request from ur biggest fan❤️❤️❤️

I really appreciate ur work.

sorry for English btw, I'm not fluent

━ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - smut, fluff, tripping, more fluff, flirting and kissing, cursing (?)

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - if i used this pic before pls lmk + ty for the requesttt!!! so cute!!

You weren't like her exes, it's what shocked you about the quiet confession that came from her lips on a drunken night in your tiny little apartment. Laying on the carpet in your living room while giggling about the movie on the screen.

You looked nothing like them, physically or fashionably. Completely opposite, in fact, but how you could deny her green puppy dog eyes in favor of your insecurities and wonders on how she wanted you? You couldn't, that's how.

Instead you tucked a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear and kissed her. And fuck you felt smooth as hell. Especially when she stayed the night and begged for you to go harder while praying your neighbors weren't like hers.

You especially liked waking up after sleepovers with her laying against your chest, staring up at you with eyes that screamed to do it all again.

Like now.

"Morning." She mumbled, watching you harshly rub the haze of slumber from your eyes. Her finger lightly traced the skin just above the edge of your sweats as you rolled over to face away from everything. Your girlfriend huffing as you did so.

"I said good morning." Her head peeked over your shoulder, shin resting on the side of your neck while you grumbled out a response that made no sense.

"Wake up." She said less sweet then before, making you laugh and turn to look at her just a bit. Her pout sweet and eyes tired.

"I'm up Ellie."

"No you're laying down."

"I can still strangle you laying down."

"But you were just saying my name. Did you strangle me in your dream too?"

Her eyebrow raised and your furrowed. Rolling your eyes dramatically.

"It is too early for this." She scoffed as you moved to roll over once more, trying to pull you back. "You started it." "Dreams are out of my control, Ellie."

"I know what can be in your control."

Her banter was what always got her leaned back against the nearest surface with her legs spread. Eyes slightly watery and nails in your shoulders, only protected by the hoodie you wore.

"I like when you beg." You teased, humping your pajama clad body against hers lazily, leaving sloppy wet kisses against her neck while listening to her moans. Your boxers she wore now tosses aside with your sweats and the other pair of underwear she'd had yet to snatch.

"It's pretty." Your name slipped through her lightly chapped lips. Green eyes meeting your own, pupils wide as if she was in dire danger only instead she was on the brink of orgasm with her hands held above her head.

Such danger.

"You're pretty." You then muttered. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears turned redder then they already were. A little whine kissing your mouth as her hips grinding up to meet yours in a weak attempt to do what you do best.

Her clit kissing yours again and again while you grinned like a maniac.

Your pace picking up as you brought yourself closer to the edge along with her. Teetering you both over the cliff of pleasure.

"You were so right, babe. Making your dreams come true really is exciting."

To this, Ellie huffed, right before letting out a cry as she came.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi 👋 , could you write a fic of chris and wife! reader visiting his homeland of newfoundland and meeting his family. (btw you're like the #1 chris fanfic writer on this app, keep up the amazing work!!)

#1 Chris fanfic writer is a MASSIVE compliment, thank you so much!😳 this is a new request, but my brain was suuuuper fixated on it, so I hope you enjoy!💗

CHRIS MCLEAN AND WIFE! READER VISITING NEWFOUNDLAND ONE SHOT

We're heading down to Newfoundland That rocky eastern shore!

That song’s been stuck in your head since you found out Chris was taking you on a private trip to his homeland.

You kiss his cheek,“You were such a sweetheart for bringing the contestants to your childhood home, Chris!”

He didn’t see what the deal was,“It’s nothing. You get to meet my mom and know Jerd a little more. The rest of the family aren’t important.”

“Hold up, Chris.” your grave sounding words draw him away from the window,“That sentence doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

You weren’t gonna comment on Chris devaluing the position of his other family members, since it was his family, it was his business,“Well, we’re married... Doesn’t that mean I should’ve met them during our engagement or at the wedding?”

“Uh...” he chuckled,“There’s a reason why it’s us going to them, (Y/N).”

You put the pieces together,“I won’t ask anymore.”

Without Total Drama, this visit was a lot more ordinary yet unfamiliar. The smell of marine clogs your nostrils and seagulls’ squawks still active at this time of day clanged your ears.

Chris knocks on the barn door of his old home, opened by an auburn haired woman in a matter of seconds. Wrinkles lightens her face, almost like they mainly came from her constant joy rather than age as demonstrated with her loving greeting to Chris, making her title in his life clear.

Your anxiety in making a good first impression was compressed when she called your name more cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you,“Welcome welcome, I was wondering when Chris would finally bring ye home! Look at ya, Chris was right when he told me he married a bonnie lass!”

You looked at him for help. What did she say?

“She means an ugly cow.” by that look on his face, you knew he was teasing.

“Ohh patch aht, Chris! Ye ken what I meant when I said that.” his mother scolded him, turning back to you with a smile,“I meant yer a fine woman, love! Maybe too good for my wee Chris here.”

“Mommm...” now he knew how it felt hearing something dislikable, pouting at her,“You don’t mean that.”

“Aw stop yer whinin’, mac, it’s been a long time since yer introduced me to somebody I liked, hasn’t it?” she nudges him gently with her knuckle, addressing both of you,“Come in, I’ll fetch the Screech!”

Here was what the rest of the contestants didn’t get to see. A warm cabin-like house where most of the walls and stairs were made from logs. A lot of fish decor and though there wasn’t much interior walls, it was easy to tell where the kitchen and living room separated at. It was strange that Chris had not lived here for a long time, yet his scent was still so fresh among the furniture.

“Your mom is so nice, Chris!” you exclaim to your husband, looking around the well kept lounge, with three sofas and a coffee table,“You didn’t tell me she was so cheerful.”

He chuckles, shrugging,“Now you know where I get my smile from.”

And you recognised a duplicate of that smile in a photo frame, a teenage looking boy standing next to a woman who had a big resemblance to his mom. Both of them looked forward to the camera, appearing to be outside on a warm crowded day,“Was this you?”

He looks at it and nods,“That was on the final day of high school. It’s weird looking back on how I used to look without my stubble. I was still a hunk either way!”

You look at another frame, above the fireplace, of another younger Chris, dressed in a grey sweater and his hair medium cut. He looked about seven here,“Aww.. And this was you as a little boy. Your face was so round.”

He admires it,“It sure was. I remember shortly afterwards, I lost my first tooth.”

Then caught your eye, a time where he didn’t have any teeth: his mother, with much more frizzy hair and large hoop earrings, holding a baby close to her chin. They must have been at a beach, the woman’s vest being an appropriate choice for those outdoors.

“Aww, you were such a cute baby...” even with the low quality cameras had back then, you could still make out the the docile face Chris once had. You beamed at how he started off in the world as this beautiful baby boy.

He grins at the petting compliment,“The best thing on the planet was once so small you could pick him up in your arms!”

That’s still possible, but anyway! It was very clear his mom loves him, with a lot of moments of his childhood put up on show in her living room- you were happy that your husband had such a good relationship with one of his parents,“You love your mom a lot, don’t you?”

“How can’t I? She’s an amazing woman who’s done a lot for me. Probably the reason why I have some humanity left in this calamitous heart.”

Said woman returns back with a tray of four bottles of Screech,“Jerd should be here in ‘bout two shakes! Leave that bottle for him.”

“Thank you, mom.” though, he proceeded to walk out,“Bladder’s full.” Ah.

In the meantime, she invited you to have a seat on one of her comfy beige sofas. You decided to use this time to ask her some questions,“So... Ms McLean-“

“Katherine, dear!” your mother in law interrupts you kindly.

Your appreciation rose. She was as pellucid as when she first saw you come with Chris,“Thank you, Katherine. How long have you lived here in Newfoundland for?”

“Been living ‘ere before Chris was born! This is where his dad’s from and he wanted to stay so I figured I ought to come live with him.” Katherine replied, taking a sip of her Screech.

“Wow! And your accent is still very fresh.” you make an obvious comment on her heritage.

“Well lass, when yer getting old, it don matter where you are. Your roots will always wanna come back up to enjoy the review of yer life.” she winked,“I have learnt a bit about how these people in Newfoundland parts talk though! For example, they like to say “‘Ow’s she cuttin, me cocky?” as a way to say “How are you, my friend?” Funny, isn’t it!”

Your face stretches in surprise,“I never would have thought that was how they asked how you’re doing! Though, these kind of idioms are what makes cultures so beautiful and unique, right?”

“For sure!” her amused smile tones down to a very welcoming one as she put a hand on your shoulder,“Aw (Y/N). I really wished I was there to congratulate ye on the wedding day. I woulda loved to seen you in that lovely white dress.” her smile folds away, almost like she was lying to you...until she added,“My Christian on the other hand had to go looking like a pure bampot with all that gel he keeps using. Woman to woman, dae ye dig it?”

Before you could answer, her son returns to the living room, not pleased with the first words his embarrassed ears encountered,“Of course (Y/N) likes my hair! I totally looked way more gorgeous than I normally do on the wedding day, and that’s beyond science! Have you seen the photos?”

“Oh I saw everything.” you knew this was his mother for her to not be fazed at all by his self absorbed utterances,“That don’t mean ye should be using that damned gel every day! Dae ye ken what will happen if ye keep going? Yer gonna lose all this nice hair I used to comb for ye everyday and yer gonna be as bald as a nickel! And I know that’s not what ye want, but I canny tell ye what to dae, it’s yer life and I’ve done me part as yer mom while ye were a wee bairn.”

Chris didn’t like being told what to do, but he made very few exceptions to people’s advices, like from his mother,“Okaaaaay Ma... I’ll lay off the gel every two days. Happy?”

She kisses him apace,“That’s my boy!”

On cue, the short cousin arrives, looking identical to the first time you saw him from third season, in his sun coloured raincoat to his fiery red beard.

“Jerd!” Chris goes over to his ginger relative and clasps hands with him,“How you been?”

“Well, b’y!” he keeps his large genetic smile as he saw you,“Ah, the pretty lady! ‘Ow's she cuttin', me cocky?” he miraculously asked, enthusiastically shaking your hand.

“Best kind b’y, thank you!” never has been a better time to be prepared!,“We saved you a bottle of Screech.”

Jerd notices and he grabs it off the tray immediately,“Cheers! I’m just ‘bout gutfounded for some of this good o’ stuff!”

You weren’t thirty minutes in your stay at Newfoundland, but you already decided. You needed to visit them more often.

[klm-zoflorr]

Anyhow here's the timeline for heads of the Institute i was talking about. Part 1. Disclaimer some of this information is canon but most are my own headcanons or like. Literally stuff i made up on the spot.

Jonah Magnus (1818-1872)

Born 1785, which makes him 33 when he founds the Institute.

Trans!!

Pocket-sized (like REALLY short. He wears the tallest heels known to mankind and still only manages to be kinda short), auburn curly hair that gets a bit wild, thin eyebrows and face, button up nose. Those cheekbones bring all the boys to the yard. There's a sharpness to him that remains even as he ages. Ngl he's a ball of energy and can't really be stopped when he gets into a mood.

Did the Eye extend his life? Probably did

In 1867, attempts the Watcher's Crown after Smirke's death (he was 82 then, Smirke was 93)

It fails, he gets Panopticon powers, starts making preparations to both move the Institute and move his counsciousness into another body.

Disappears in 1872, at 87. Body is never found.

Julian Morgan (1872-1898)

Julian is a name that means Youthful. Little easter egg lmao

Ngl he kinda looks like Ben Meredith because I thought it was funny.

Facial hair!! Jonah went a bit buckwild. He will calm down after this don't worry

Has a face that flushes easily, straight nose and dark, striking eyebrows, full lips. Big ears. He has light, straight hair. Jonah likes having light hair, it reminds him of his original but without being, you know, a ginger (he was bored of the jokes). Neater hairdo than Jonah ever had. Soft voice.

Finished moving the Institute to London, overseeing the construction of it. He didn't like leaving his body too far out of reach. (<-author has no idea how long it takes to make a building btw)

Was 34 when Jonah took over, 60 when he died. Jonah got scared of death and strokes and allthat and perhaps switched sooner than was necessary.

Michael Lewis (1898-1903)

Another Michael!!!

Round/full cheeks, very nice skin (circus approved for sure), thick eyebrows, curling mustache. Dark and curly-ish hair, is starting to bald. He does look a bit older than he is, he was 29 when Jonah took over and 34 when he "died". Is perhaps a bit on the shorter side.

I don't know what happened to him, but something sure forced Jonah to switch out vessels sooner than he was expecting.

Anyways, we're done for this part! I still need to color the others lol. And give Richard a weave. Planning on doing some full body outfits too. Bye for now! Also @jonahfagnus you wanted to see so here goes

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

Okay soo I’m procrastinating like five other things I should be doing right now- mostly school work- but I’ve been having many thoughts about a grishaverse/aftg crossover au and I needed to get them all out so

Tada

mandatory spoiler warning for shadow and bone trilogy

-Neil as Alina, obviously. Non-negotiable. He would be the overpowered MC if there was magic in aftg and we all know it

-obviously in the books, alina does not have a family that we know of, but in my little au, Nathan works for the Ravka gov and Mary gives up Neil bc she can tell he’s gonna be a powerful grisha I guess? I don’t care that that’s not really a thing, it is now

-anyway- Andrew is Mal. I’ve talked extensively about how similar I think Mal and Andrew are as characters, especially in the way that they are both so protective over the people they care about, to the point of being self-sacrificial but they cannot cope with someone doing the same for them, in fact both of them get angry with their significant others for attempting to ‘save’ them. I also think for both of them, this behaviour stems from seeing themselves as less than the people around the, we see it more obviously with Mal but I think Andrew is the same

-so in this au Andrew and neil are childhood friends, they grow up together in the orphanage and stuff. I haven’t thought much about fitting aaron and nicky into this so they may just be not related in the au tbh

-the two of them join the second army as we know- Andrew as a tracker and Neil as a junior cartographer- and during an attempted crossing of the fold, neil’s summoner powers reveal themselves

-in the books, prior to using her powers, alina is described as pale, sallow, sickly-looking, generally unattractive, and we discover that this sick appearance is caused by her suppressing her powers. Anyway, I think that prior to using his powers, neil has very dull blue eyes and his hair is more brown than auburn but afterwards we get the bright blue eyes and auburn hair Andrew is obsessed with

-the darkling is kevin btw- originally I had him as Ichirou but wrote myself into a whole I couldn’t get out of so evil kevin it is

-ichirou is Vasily, and riko is nikolai, the king is kengo and annoyingly in aftg riko’s mother is not named so we’re sticking with Tatiana

-back to kevin- I debated between abi and Kaleigh for a while but I’m gonna go with Kaleigh as Baghra just because I love her and I get more creative freedom with her personality. Wymack is ilya so he’s dead, soz

-we also get the absolute joy of Andrew, kevin, riko, and Ichirou fighting over neil despite neil being madly in love with Andrew and not even realising it

-even though alina was somewhat reckless about the amplifiers she was still wary of the risks and such, I think neil would be far more reckless, I don’t think he would has hesitated as much to kill the stag or the water serpent and instead the issue would be kevin’s men being closer behind them than they’d thought and catching up at the last second

-I don’t think anything would have slowed neil down once he’d set his sights on the goal of collect all three amplifiers and destroy the fold, he would have been non stop going and dragging Andrew along with him, up until he realises he has to kill Andrew at which point everything comes to a crashing halt

-neil would be much less willing to believe it, he would be convinced Andrew had made a mistake and there was still a firebird out there somewhere, just denying it and denying it and denying it until he physically can’t anymore, and once he’d accepted Andrew was the amplifiers he’d be helplessly looking for other ways that didn’t involve him dying up until the last second. Even then, I think Andrew would be doing the majority of the work towards neil killing him.

-the last battle of siege and storm would just be neil in a haze of rage and grief, absolutely merciless because Andrew was always the voice of reason, the one to stop him from going too far, but he can���t anymore because andrews Dead

-I think the aftermath, where neil finds out that andrew’s been brought back to life would a haze as well. He doesn’t quite believe it’s real but also it has to be because he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if it wasn’t. it’s neil’s idea to fake his death, not to protect his egacy but to keep Andrew safe, to start again somewhere knew

-if you thought they were codependent and attached at the hip in aftg, it is nothing compared to how they act post andrew’s resurrection

-yeah, sometimes neil misses his power, missing the feeling of being invincible, but he’d rather never have that again then even risk losing andrew’s presence by his side

-I still have not read rule of wolves/king of scars so pls don’t talk to me abt that

-I will maybe add more in the future, especially of the middle of the trilogy because I mostly just hit the beginning and end

[teriwrites]

Below: 'On the Run'

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2011 Novel, pt. 5

"My name is Raevin," the girl who had helped us smiled, and offered us a couple hotdogs each.' that's the FIRST LINE for this convergence

Nick's two personality traits: always talking, always eating

'It was like heaven, sitting in front of a fire with a couple bags of hotdogs.' BAGS??? how is Raevin storing these?? Where did she get them?? Was she carrying them the whole time????

"He's trying to make an army," Raevin explained. "He wants to take out the U.S. government and end up taking over the world. You know the typical villain thing." typical villain thing, of course!

Was there a time jump?? Why is Kristen acting like she's always been on the run???

Raevin: I keep my second power a super secret

Also Raevin: oh btw here's my second power, teens I literally just met

(Her superpower is traveling back and forth along her own timeline)

Lea claiming she only has one power, despite just having seemingly healed Nick's ankle like two chapters ago

Cop randomly generates in this middle-of-nowhere field, immediately gets Wrecked by a gaggle of malnourished, mistreated kids, aka early glimmerings of ACAB!Teri

"I hear Auburn's one of the biggest, if not the biggest city in Alabama." It ranked 9th in 2011

"The police there are clueless people that just wanted to get decent paying jobs and availability to guns." ACAB!Teri strikes again

'Raevin swiveled her head back towards us. "I once thought he was the strongest, bravest man ever. When I was five that changed." i caaaaan't lmao

'Mr. J could probably make a fish want to be his dinner.' fish have come up exactly 1 time in this whole conversation. it's in this sentence.

Raevin's first childhood best friend broke his ankle, got mauled by a loose bear, and Mr. J's mercy killing him is what traumatized her the most

Clearly, the best and easiest way to travel across the state is to pretend you're a part of a circus so you can disguise your 16-year-old new friend in so much heavy clown makeup that he can pass off as 25 and rent a car for the 14-year-old you've just met to drive all of you down the interstate. This is entirely logical and will work perfectly

There's a store in this small town called the 'Happy Clown Store'

The other teens: asking genuine questions about how Ben doesn't have a license or any paperwork denoting him being 25 Raevin: "That's where my old pal Gina comes in. She's excellent at forgery, and it barely costs a penny. You see, because it costs so much, she's causing a monopoly in the area. That way, she gets a lot of money for very little work." (if anyone can make literally any sense of that, Please let me know)

"Okay, so that's three laws broken so far," I counted off on my fingers. "Let's see, we've attacked guards, attacked people, and attacked a police officer. Now we're going for our fourth: forgery. I bet we can break twenty laws before the month is over." that's absolutely how laws work, Kristen, great job

Why is the most comprehensive dialogue all coming from the antagonist?

'Bill got to his feet and crouched over, brushing the dirt off his knees. It took him several minutes to catch his breathe again.' i hate it when i can't catch my breathe

"Sir, is that what all this is about? This is all about getting the dreamer?" Bill asked. Mr. J turned to him and dropped his binoculars, which fell onto his chest. "What else would this be about stupid?" Mr. J demanded. "We've been looking for a dreamer for years. Why should we give up the dream now? How could you even think that we're going to give up just because the dreamer is a young child? Young child or not, this dreamer could finish our army. We would march into the government and take control. After the USA's ours, we could quickly move on to take over other countries. We could be world rulers Bill, with that dreamer! And without her... we would be just like every other villain and we would be made fools of." No good speaker could argue with that speech, much less Bill. (I take it back about the comprehensive dialogue)

Okay apparently it's been several days since they left??

Introduction to another one of Mr. J's cronies: Trinity

(I thought Trinity was the one they were trying to extract in the first place, and I thought she was Bill's fiance whoops)

Trinity seems to have mind reading powers, too?? Also she's 19, which means she was intended to be like 27 lol

IS MR. J FLIRTING WITH A 19-YEAR-OLD

Okay I don't think he is but fucking Yikes on Bikes if that's where this goes

Still acting like Auburn is some huge city (Auburn had a population of about 55K at the time)

Referencing the smaller city of Decatur as a pit stop (Decatur was the larger city at the time of writing this)

Raevin's forger friend 'Gina' apparently is now named 'Amy', with no explanation

'He didn't remember any of his friends anymore, but he did, however, remember the taste of fast food.' honestly, Nick, I get it

He was in the compound for Five Years

"Thank goodness I stole all that money from the bank." After catching our widening stares, Raevin added, "Just kidding. I've been saving up so that I could leave Mr. J ever since I was five." phew! also what kind of money is a five year old making??

'No news is good news right? Well, that's how it felt right now. Unfortunately, we had a lot of news coming our way at the moment.' pfft

'My stomach gurgled for about half an hour, but then I fell asleep. It's kind of hard to hear a stomach's growling if you're asleep.' pfft pfft

Finally a little tension between Raevin and Kristen, as Raevin naturally leads them around and Kristen struggles to give up control

'I guess she didn't think I was capable of anger.' honey, nobody doubts that you're capable of anger

They decide to break into a hotel and realize that they can't pick the locks into a room. Because the locks are electronic. So they steal pillows and blankets from the front desk and decide to sleep in the hallway.

There is no backlash for this. It goes off perfectly.

'My view of Raevin kept getting more and more twisted and tied in knots. She seemed like a nice girl, but then she suddenly turns all brilliant criminal. I didn't know what to think of her.' well that's too bad, because personally, i love her and think she's never done anything wrong

'I dreamed of a beach I could vacation on, even if Auburn was in Alabama.' Kristen(/Teri), there are beaches in Alabama... it borders the Gulf of Mexico...

Lea wasn't stolen from her parents, her parents gave her away! Yikes bro

'It took me a couple of hours to get comfortable enough to sleep. It was almost like it was too comfortable for me to be comfortable.' bro that's such a real thing though

"I guess that I was a bit of a flirt back then. It's hard to even imagine being like I used to be. I got in trouble because of this one boy who was obsessing over me. I got into so much trouble because of some stupid idiots back then." Ben snorted into his pillow. "You were a flirt?" he smirked. "I can barely imagine you thirteen, much less a flirt. All I see is Kristen who is always getting angry at people who get in her way. You'd make a fine villain for a story you know." (you didn't get in trouble because that boy had a crush on you, you got in trouble for breaking his brain for liking you! also honestly Ben summed it up pretty well lol)

Nicole (Kristen's cousin) POV!

'At first sight, most people would have thought she was a regular girl who got caught in the middle of things. On the contrary, she was a girl who made other people get into the middle of things.' love that for her

A QUARTER of the inmates in this prison are 'in here because of her'?????

How??????

'Everyone she had ever held a grudge against was in here, even when she had been a very small child.' honestly go off evil little queen

Either Nicole has made a Lot of superpowered enemies, or this implies there are Tons of people in this prison who don't even have superpowers at all, which is honestly an interesting take

Oh, super chill, her superpower is to REMOVE HER SOUL FROM HER BODY

She's just casually waltzing around the entire prison compound, watching the scientists freak out about the breakout

Apparently she hates Kristen and wants to bring her back

Heavy implication that she's the reason Kristen was brought in in the first place????

Immediate cut away to Trinity/Mr. J/Bill

"How much longer until it is the right time [to unveil your plan]?" Trinity asked coldly. "I'm guessing about a million years. You'll still be around won't you?" go oooooff, she's been with Mr. J for like one day and is already sick of his shit

They're sitting on a hillside overlooking a city/town of over 50,000 people and Mr. J's upset that he hasn't spotted 5 specific people yet

And we end the chapter with the three - no Martha in sight anymore ig - overlooking Decatur, trying to figure out where our main cast has holed up

Ending Thoughts

Wow. Well, we've definitely come to the part of the story where I think the threads of the plot are loosening a little bit. Random time jumps, setting jumps, characters appearing and leaving and being renamed mid-chapter. I don't think I have too much to say about this chapter. Nicole's snippet was a bit of a surprise, I thought her role factored more into the second book (which I did start, but never got through). I also forgot that she's kind of another antagonist, but I think her role was always more in the gray between the two. I guess we'll find out! Also, Trinity is quickly becoming one of my favorites. Her absolute no-nonsense takes on Mr. J's ridiculously cartoonish view of world domination are a 10/10 Also also! Raevin is reading as way less of a dark horse than I remembered. She's just kind of a classic 'teen with a dark backstory', but otherwise she seems to be less of a loner and more of a chill figure than I was expecting, which is really cool! Kristen's still nuts, ofc, but I do love her for that

[best-detective-since-sherlock]

Ok so eh...

Four minors. One is transgender, two are cis and I'm not sure what the actual hell Aether is cause they keep gaslighting me.

First one is Leonidas Garcia-Constantine. Curly hair, slightly tan skin, blue eyes and- and his fangs are slightly longer than usual and he's 14

Then we have his best friend, Evan White, that has dark hair and blue eyes and he's got scars from working with machines. He's 14

Aether Zerpa is a barista at a cafe that will re-open soon, La Gótica Haven. They have auburn hair and vitiligo and- and their hair is wavy and they also have yellowish eyes I think...?

And-...

Well...

The last one is listed on his dead name...

Can I trust you to keep it a secret, please?

- Solei

((Ooc: I missed u too 😭

Also, btw, this is Lys' boyfriend! :D))

Oh! I have heard of this. Piper mentioned something about it.

Lots of high ups in Gotham. The League of Assassin, the government, some other thing.

And of course, all my cases are confidential.

All of them were last seen in Gotham? Do you have any idea why they were taken? And their last known locations?

Ooc: you are one of my favorite people on this hellsite

Ah yes, the mysterious boyfriend

[selfshipgushing]

cackling right now (yes I meant to be off anon btw, idk if you know me but this is 🌱)

my f/o has a canon partner. I look similar to his canon girlfriend. REALLY SIMILAR, ACTUALLY. Like. The only difference is that her hair is darker and more red tinted than mine. Auburn hair essentially. Mine is light brown/“dirty money blonde” (who the fuck came up with that name)

AND EVEN BEFORE NOVEMBER FIRST, 2020, AKA WHEN THE EXISTENCE OF MY F/O WAS ESTABLISHED, I’VE WANTED TO DYE MY HAIR DARKER AND MORE RED AND GRT JUST A LITTLE BIT OF A TAN WHAHSJFNAJD

there’s rumors that a new kid is gonna join our grade too so maybe this is fate, who knows

(M. My f/o. Is boyfriend. From fnf. He did a beep bop and suddenly my heart said “I love you now” okay)

guys I've never played fnf. why have I never done anything ever it seems

[shirubiaowo]

Hi hello how did you find aub I'm curious ? And after we went above and beyond to shield them in our crowd...

That was some next level sleuthing btw sorry aubbie

it was actually pretty easy

when i was asking auburn (me when i forgot her online name for a second), a question about this final project (that is due tonight and i am procrastinating on) and she told me to wait bc she was posting a Van Gogh appreciation post

So i told her to tell me when she was done and then THEN i just searched up van gogh and the most recent post from today easy peasy 🤓

[lunarwildrose]

Happy 4th Life-day, Draven! 💜

Happy 4th Life-day, Draven! 💜

My Big Boy who was born on Sweetheart's Day in my imaginary world within a dream. 💜

Draven came up to me with a drawing of him on his favourite dinosaur, the brachiosaurus, and asked me to draw it. I drew a quick concept copy sketch in my Sailor Moon notebook yesterday which sadly went missing today, but I was able to recreate it on my laptop and drew this tonight for Draven. He's dressed up as a puppy btw, and has auburn highlights like his Mumsy. 🐶

Yesh, this does mark the second time i've revealed a Crow Goblin's name (the first was our first son, Karasu Junior). I plan on making a side comic featuring my imaginary wonderland with my Little Crow Goblins and their papa, Karasu, which will also be connected to our main webcomic series in some way or another. Anyways, Draven is a wonderful boy, as are all his siblings, and I love love love him and all of them very very much. 💜

[cloudcountry]

Hey auburn!! Mind giving me some comments on each path? Btw if I choose one can I always go back and play another route?

HI RENREN!!!! I WOULD BE HAPPY TO GIVE YOU MY OPINION ON THESE SILLIES <3

napoleon is kind of the face of ikevamp,,,, hes like malleus in a way. hes the obvious pick for yoru first route (except you should totally be DIFFERENT or not idk do what feels right!!) hes nice C:

mozart is fucking gorgeous but hes such a DICK. he gets better in his route though yk? the prickly but soft kind ^^

leonardo is so dad coded in that hes weird and falls asleep all the time. i dont really know much about him ^^;

arthur (affectionately called doyle by me nd dove because we hate him <3) is weird NEXT!!

I WOULD FIGHT THE UNIVERSE FOR VINCENT VAN GOGH. he is an ANGEL. we do NOT deserve this man and if anyone hurts him i would start a RIOT. if he hugged me all of my problems would be solved and i would never complain again.

theo calls you dog <3 what a man!! hes pretty gruff and idk much about him either LMAO

DAZAI IS SO WEIRD??? AND I MEAN THAT IN A NICE WAY.,.,,. BUT ALSO A ??????? WAY???? he enters the mansion through windows and his route is super angsty

isaac is my babygirl and the only one that matters. i love him. i wish to hold him tenderly and kiss him every morning and night. im gonna put a ring on that finger just you watch. he's a bumbling fool of a nerd and i adore him. he doesnt know how to emotion </3

i dont know anything about jean oopsie

SHAKESPEAREE'S ROUTE IS SO GOOD SO FAR GAH I FEEL LIKE. IM BIASED THOUGH BC IVE BEEN FIXATED ON SHAKESPEARE MY ENTIRE LIFE I HAVE A PROBLEM!!! THE PROSE MAKES ME SWOON!!! (thank u dove for pointing it out LMAO)

comte is nice C: hes a sugar daddy

sebastian is funny bc he ends up getting really attached to the mc and at the end of isaac's route he straight up tries to bribe them to stay WHICH MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE NOW BUT YK ITLL MAKE SENSE LATER.

vlad has a fox named marshmallow nd likes strawberries nd likes to garden. hes also an antagonist for some reason.

faust scares me but yk henry adores him so im sure hes lovely!!

CHARLES IS SO FUCKING CUTE I WANT TO HUG HIM SO BAD. PLEASE. HES LIKE A LITTLE PUPPY DOG. his route is getting released on august 19th if youre curious!!

I HOPE THIS HELPED ^^ GO WITH YORU GUT!! WHOMEVER INTRIGUES YOU IS THE EONE YOU SHOULD GO FOR!!!