#oh sister where art thou

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Where the hell is Agatha? Did you sequestered her again?

Agatha must be on one of those Catholic missions.

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Ignorance is Bliss

prompt: turns out, you didn't care if they fucked - it's her job. you do, however, care that your husband's been confiding in her more than you. -> or in which your husband has an emotional affair.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!wife!reader platonic pairing: Aegon Targaryen x mean!bestie!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

collection masterlist: Pumpkin Eater

word count: 3.2k+

note: because we don't explicitly see them fucking, this is an emotional affair. cool? cool.

warnings: kinda AU timeline so very small spoilers, alcohol consumption, Aegon's a gossipy little bitch, kinda mean!reader, self doubt, not all cheating is physical - this is a single variation. cursing, established relationship / wife!reader, relationship angst, generalized angst, hurt no comfort, feelings are hard. Aemond's a dick, ONE SHOT, abrupt ending, drama, technically friends to lovers, is this a toxic relationship? idk, maybe. not edited. requires maturity and caution.

"Oooooohhhhh, sis-teeeerrrrr! Sister, where art thou!?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you snarled quietly, dropping the book in your hands to your lap in defeat. "Is nowhere sacred?"

"Sister! Sister, dearest! Hello? Your little handmaiden said you were down here! Wheeeeere arrreeeeee yoooouuuuuuuu?"

"This fucking lecher will wake the whole bloody Keep," you shook your head with a scoff. Then, with a raised voice, you called, "Over here, Aegon!"

"Who's here!?"

"Left!"

"It's dark - where's Left!?"

"Oh, Gods, walk straight ahead of you!" You watched as the King slowly revealed himself, turning every which way. "Okay, halt." He did, hands held out carefully. "Turn a little... No, no, over here, mate - to your left... Your left... Your LEFT! Aegon, your other left!"

"Oh, hoooo!" Aegon giggled when he spun in a complete circle before pausing upon his sight of you - sitting beneath the Heart Tree in the Godswood. "There you are, sister! Oh, you look glorious tonight!"

"Fuck off with your fake compliments, Aegon, what do you want?"

"Perhaps I am merely happy to see you!"

"You're never authentic, tell me what you want. Why do you seek me?"

"Well, that's no way to speak to your King."

"I am speaking to my brother-by-law."

"Not your friend?" He pouted dramatically before dropping to the spot beside you in the dirt, groaning, "Oh, how do you sit like this? It's - It's miserable. The bloody roots... Here, I got this, this will help, make it allllllll better," he wriggled around to pull his flask from his belt.

"How much have you had to drink tonight, friend?"

"Enough," he assured, taking a swig, "but this is mostly for you."

"Oh, I'm fine - "

"I think you'll need it, sister."

"Why's that?"

"I have something toooo telllll yoooouuuuu," he sang with a devilish grin.

"I truly don't care for petty gossip - "

"It's about Aemond."

"Spill, bitch."

"Okay, so," Aegon and you both readjusted to face one another in your respected cradles of the Heart Tree's roots, "do you know where he was tonight?"

"Am I to track his every move?"

"It was a mere question, sister, c'mon, play along and humor me."

With a sigh, you relented with a shrug, "He was... Supposedly in the library."

"Wrong," he handed over the flask, "he was in a brothel!" You lifted the flask to your lips and took a slow pull, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. "I swear it, we walked in on him! I would not lie to you! Well, not about this!"

Gulping, you pondered, "Hmm... Who's 'we'?"

"Myself and, uh, some of the Kingsguard who had yet to be blooded... If you catch my meaning."

"Everyone always catches your meanings, you wouldn't know subtly if it smacked you in the face," you chuckled dryly, taking another swig. "Where were you? Which brothel?"

"Sylvie's? Whatever her name is - the one with the lion's head door knocker."

With another nod of understanding, you asked, "And who was he with? Just one woman?"

"Yes, yes, just the Madam of the House."

"I see... Hm... Wait, do you mean - "

"The woman he lost his boyhood to?" Aegon snickered, "Yes!"

"I was going to say the brothel owner, but all right. Do keep in mind you're not just exchanging gossip, Aegon, but telling a wife you found her husband in a brothel," you sighed, nodding and knocking back one last shot.

"Right, no, you're right," he cleared his throat. "I apologize for sounding so... Um, uh, insensitive?"

You snorted slightly in amusement, knowing he never apologized to anyone but you because he never cared for what others thought. It was a foreign sound on his tongue, so you took mercy and moved on, sighing deeply and revealing, "In truth, my friend, I think I'm just shocked."

"Ah, well, that's to be expected, innit? Every wife is."

"Is yours?"

"No," Aegon snickered. "But I have to admit, after seeing how he pined and begged me to set you two up, I did not think my brother could ever be the type to cheat."

"Nor I. It's why I let you arrange our betrothal."

"Are you angry?"

"I'm processing."

"Well - "

"Aegon, shut your trap for just a moment," you pleaded. "It's a lot to take in and process, I'm unsure what I feel in this moment."

He paused and nodded, breathing deeply before taking a swig from his flask. "Are you angry at me, though?" Aegon asked softly, like a wounded child - akin to who he was on the inside.

"About what?" You asked patiently.

"Telling you...?"

You heaved a deep sigh, "No, no, my friend. I appreciate knowing, though, you took far too much pleasure in telling me."

"Well, in my defense, it was quite humorous to find him in such a position."

"I don't wish to know - "

"They were cuddling!"

You couldn't help the small chuckle that burst forth, asking his drunken person, "So?"

"Well, it's weird, is it not? To cuddle with a woman you pay to fuck you?"

"Some men have paid for weirder things, cuddling is the least of it."

"Are you trying to rationalize your husband's cheating?"

"No, just - defending different tastes?"

"You sound in denial."

"Perhaps I am."

"Have another shot," he insisted, nudging the flask closer.

"No, I should, uh... I should head back, confront Aemond."

"He might already be there, he left in a real big huff."

You sighed and nodded, "Tell me something in truth, please, Aegon?"

"Now would be the best time," he snickered, but nodded and gestured you to continue.

"Cheating doesn't mean he's... Unhappy, does it?"

"It could mean anything, everything, honey. Do you truly believe it's cheating when we aren't meant for just a single person to begin with?"

"What're you on about?"

"Well, no one person can be everything to anyone. Right?"

The entire walk to your chambers, Aegon's words echoed in your head. You had to admit, you understood where he was coming from, what he meant; but you hated the concept that cheating could be excused because humans weren't 'simply' monogamous. What a pathetic excuse, humans were capable of a great many things - being loyal and trustworthy among them! You oft heard it said you were only ever asking too much if from the wrong person, and the idea that Aemond was your "wrong person" to ask anything from gutted you in a surprising way. To say you were caught off guard was an understatement.

He was supposed to be your friend and husband, what happened to that trust?

You barged into your chambers, shutting the door in a flurried rush as you were desperate to speak with your husband; who you married at the age of ten-and-five after years of companionship. Your family had serviced the Targaryens for ages, it was only natural you grew alongside the newest brood; finding an unlikely, lasting friendship with Aegon, of all people. It was surprising, but the pair of you seemingly needed someone to lean on, so you developed a friendship to keep the other in line; something you obviously failed at.

YET - if Aegon would say humans are not monogamous, you'd argue humans had free will and made their own decisions. So, the little lecher should be held accountable for how he turned out as much as Aemond should be questioned about what was seen in the brothel.

It was Aegon who set you up with his brother. Aegon who supported your courtship. Aegon who instigated your engagement. Aegon who told you your husband was found in a brothel, cuddled up to the Madam... Naked.

Upon your inspection, Aemond wasn't back yet.

For mere fleeting moments, you despised being alone, finding the silence haunting; your chambers too big, too empty, too cold without your husband's usual warmth. However, the moment you thought of him in a whorehouse, laid naked with a woman not you, rage returned ten fold; burning bright and white-hot in your gut. You needed to nip this curious situation in the bud. Tonight. By confronting him. No matter how scary or anxiety inducing it surely will be.

So, you waited.

With a glass of wine, you settled in your living quarters; tucked on the loveseat with nothing keeping the thoughts at bay. They were terribly invasive, forcing you to relive your discovery and accept your husband preferred the company of whores over you. Forced to accept he was cheating on you. You waited.

Maids entered your chambers for nightly chores, even letting you remain in place, facing the door, when fixing your hair in loose braids for sleep. They turned your bed down, placed hot coals under the blankets, refilled wine decanters, and lit the candles in each corner of your suite. Aemond's prolonged absence might've been cause for concern if you hadn't been cursed to know where he was. You waited.

Yet that anger was dulling into something more alined with annoyance to learn he lied. "If he wants to fuck painted whores, let him fuck painted whores," you thought, "it's the lying and deception I am uncomfortable with! What need could he have for lying about his whereabouts? Was this an affair of some sort? Was it just my flesh he desecrated or our wedding vows, too? If he wanted to fuck whores, that was fine - it was just their job, they did this for coin. Yet if this was an affair of some sort - like the rumors of Prince Daemon and his mysterious whore he lifted from the ashes - I don't know how to move past that. Please, please, Gods, let this just be him wanting to fuck painted whores." You waited.

Your leg bounced, a fresh decanter of wine being presented and set upon the table you sat before. Nerves prickled your skin, tension coiled your stomach, heart hammering so intensely that it nearly beat out of every pulse point; so you reached for your chalice to quell the erratic speed in which everything throbbed. Polishing off any drop of wine, you felt warmed to your core - though, whether from the alcohol or anger, who could tell? You waited.

Your ladies maid lingered after the others filtered out; laying out an acceptable night gown, dressing robe, and house shoes the Dornish called "slippers". She tried to goad you into changing into them, but you insisted you would later. When she questioned you, you answered your business tonight was not yet concluded and you could not yet prepare for bed. Kindly, she asked if there was anything she could assist you with, but all that was left was to refill your goblet with a worried gaze before being dismissed for the night. Still, you waited.

Until, finally, after hours of isolation, your husband returned. He didn't seem to notice you yet, whipping off his cloak in a flourish only to drape it over the back of a perpendicular chair. When he noticed you, he jumped slightly, "Gods, love, what're you doing? I wasn't expecting to see you there."

"No shit."

"Why're you out here? Awake?" He asked, dropping into a padded arm chair so he faced you. In truth, you were grateful since either the wine or acute anxiety prevented you from finding your feet. "Oh, I see," he purred. "Can't sleep without me, can yah?" Aemond's lips curled at the corners.

"I'll sleep easier after you confess."

"To what charge, my darling?" Aemond reached for your thigh, but you swatted him away. With a sigh, he sassily requested in a quip, "It's been a long night, just tell me what you're upset about, I won't play these games."

"You're disrespecting the vows and sanctity of our marriage by visiting brothels! What an insult to spend the Crown's coin on such foul debauchery, Aemond, you were supposed to be a better man than this!"

He froze, staring at you without blinking. Then, slowly, Aemond asked, "What?"

"I know, Aemond! I know about Madam Sylvie." Then, to your shock and horror, Aemond chuckled; leaning back in his chair, hand raising to curl over his lips as if to hide his amusement. You shot out of your seat, "Oh, fuck you, then - "

"No, no!" Aemond rocketed to his feet, two long strides bringing him to your side. His hand grabbed your upper arm, "No, my love, listen to me - you do not understand - "

"You went into a brothel, it's not a riddle, there's nothing for you to explain nor for me to further understand, I am no fool," you snapped, allowing him turn you so you faced him.

"I did nothing of the sorts with her - with anyone."

"I'm not so ignorant nor foolish. You forget, I grew up with you and Aegon! Our own King Lecher!"

"I swear to you, my sweet wife, I have not lain with anyone since our marraige but you."

"How can you stand there and lie to me? Aegon saw you! Naked with her, in bed!"

Your husband took a deep and long breath, then told you slowly, "When I was ten-and-three, Aegon took me to the Street of Silk."

You nodded with a small roll of your eyes, "Yes, I know."

"The woman who I laid with - she's a Madam, yes, named Sylvie."

"So... You... You visit the woman you lost your virginity to?"

He sighed, "Yes, and I know it sounds strange."

"It's borderline wretched, Aemond, to us, this relationship. You are not making the case you think - "

"Please, allow me a moment to finish explaining?"

You've never seen or heard Aemond beg, so you nodded slowly, "Speak."

"I visit Madam Sylvie... Because she's the only other woman I've lain with. There's a certain level of... Comfort that goes beyond her payment. I lay with her, yes, but only together, in bed, without ever fucking."

"You just, what? Cuddle?"

"Yes."

This made you pause. With several flutters of your lashes, you asked, "W-Why?"

"I felt I was bringing home to you too much tension and strain... This war takes its toll on us all, so I go to Sylvie to unload and... Be vulnerable? Have an outlet?"

You're unsure how long you must've stood there in genuine confusion, earnest hurt, prolonged disappointment, but jolted when he tugged you forward towards the loveseat again. After he guided you to stiffly sit, you met his eyes with confused tears while he asked, "My love? Would you say something? Anything?"

"How... How long?" You managed to croak.

"Only a few visits."

"And you've not fucked her?"

"I've not fucked her."

"You just... Lay together, naked, and what? Talk?"

"Yes."

"W-What?"

"I fear I do not know what else I can clarify, love."

You just nodded and leaned back in your seat, sighing deeply. Aemond mimicked your position beside you and tentatively picked up your hand to hold. You swallowed thickly, asking, "So, you've not slept with Madam Sylvie?"

"No."

"You go to her for some kind of emotional comfort?"

"I suppose."

You nodded slowly. "You just talk... Naked, in bed, laid together, and talk."

"Yes. It is a grave comfort in this time of uncertainty."

You couldn't help but snip, "And I do not provide such comfort?"

"Darling girl - "

"What do you speak of to Madam Sylvie that you cannot speak to me about? What comfort can she provide that you cannot seek in me? What insights to this war can she provide that you cannot hear from me?"

Aemond froze, blinking in shock and letting his thin lips part without words. "It is... You are not serious, are you?" He suddenly snipped.

"Deadly," You assured.

"You're angry at me for speaking to another woman?"

"It's more than that and you know it. You lay in a private bed of a public whorehouse, naked! Open! Vulnerable! You speak to her as you do a wife - as you do me! You seek her ear when you neglect mine own!"

"Do you hear yourself?" He chuckled cruelly. "I have never fucked her, yet you grow angry - irritable! You pick this fight with me when all I do is unload my burdens - "

"What burdens!? What burdens do you have that I do not already know of!? That you cannot speak to me about?"

You both stood off the loveseat - taking several paces in opposite directions to distinguish space and sides of this fight. "Perhaps that is what I seek! An unbiased ear! An opinion untainted by the venoms of the vipers of the Red Keep! Someone removed, uninvolved! Someone on the outside that - that - "

"That will what, Aemond? Take your side?"

"Yes! Perhaps that is something I seek!"

"You pay a woman to tell you woe is me!?"

"You make it sound so vain - "

"How would you phrase it, then!?"

"That I need an outlet! With everything going on, I needed something more!"

You nodded sarcastically, "Well, you'll be needing her for more than an emotional outlet from now on, won't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aemond watched you storm away, following hot on your trail, barking, "Hey! Don't walk away - I'm speaking to you!"

"You know," you pushed into your bedchambers, "I didn't think you'd be the one to belittle my feelings so easily!"

"I fail to see how this is even an issue! Why're you - what're you doing, now!?"

"You being blind to my feelings is why I think we should spend a few days apart," you snarled, shoving a few items into a carpet bag and rushing in a flurry to grab necessities and comforts of 'home'.

"Fine."

You paused, glaring at him and asking, "What? That's it?"

"You wish for a fight?"

"Anything - "

"I told you, I will not play games. So, fine; leave," he shrugged. "I certainly won't be."

"Oh? That so?" You challenged - obviously already planning on leaving, but wanting to test him.

"I'm the Prince," he eased, "you're the one married into this family, I will not be the one to vacate these chambers. So, fine, flee, go, take your things and be gone. I'll send for the maids and have a chamber prepared for you, take your time packing the rest of your items."

You watched him charge from the chamber and slowly lowered onto the edge of the bed behind you; crumpling the laid out nightclothes while pulling the carpet bag closer to your chest. Blinking rapidly, you fought back tears and decided that perhaps your marriage was too far gone if your husband was so willing and nonchalant about you wanting distance post his breech of trust. He had evidently emotionally moved past you, something you hadn't realized was happening in real time before it was too late; and now, you were left to reel in the aftermath.

Why did Aegon have to tell you? Why did you have to know? They say Ignorance is Bliss, and if you didn't know, you and Aemond would be right as rain right now. He could have all the alone time with Madam Sylvie he wanted and you'd be none the wiser. But now that the cat was out of the bag, you were cursed with knowledge and felt incapable of processing, accepting, and moving forward in the wake of this emotional betrayal.

You didn't see Aemond the rest of the night, just the nightshift maids, errand boys, and guards who helped you gather your belongings and usher you into a new chamber... Three floors away from Prince Aemond, further evidence he perhaps did not intend to mend the tattered threads of your torn matrimony.

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Where Art Thou

Mafia!Charles leclerc X female!reader

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She was about to get on her bed for the night, seeing as it's about 02:00 in the morning she decided to lose hope of his arrival. But a knock on the balcony window alert her off and made her run over to drow back the curtains to take a look at the newcomer , a giddy smile broke as she horrid to unlock the door and threw her arms around him in greeting " Charles! , you made it " he hugged back as tightly , voice came out muffled as he buried his head in her shoulder " of course my love " she leaned back with her arms around his shoulders and smiled " I missed you " he smiled sadly but shook his head and leaned to share a long awaited kiss " you have no idea how much I missed you" she leaned up for another one , sighing when he leaned his forehead against hers , both trying to bask in the warmth of the stolen moment they shared, he nudged her head with his playfully " sneaking up your balcony like one of those sabby novels you love to read " she scoffed at him and retorted with a smack on his chest " don't you even dare talk bad about one of Shakespeare's greatest work " he gave her a teasing smile and asked " I thought that was hamlet? " , she looked away stubbornly " that's beside the point" .

He hummed and gave her a mischievous smile, taking her hand into his , then he took a step back to fall on one knee, his other hand going to his heart dramatically " thou heavens and stars do intrigue your eyes" , she let out a delightful laugh at his resiting of the line " the poets and authors are going to remember our name for centuries to come my love " he stood back up and nodded " they'll remember our love , the great love story of Charles and..." There was a loud banging on her bedroom door " Y/N! " .

" Oh shit! " She looked at Charles in panic " I should go " he whispered hastily , but she held his hands tightly and shook her head " no ! You just got here " he smiled softly and left a final kiss on her lips " I know, but I'll find a way to reach you" she closed her eyes as the voice behind the door grew louder " Y/N! You're there !? " , then nodded in defeat with a whisper of " I love you" making him leave another kiss on her forehead whispering back " I love you too" .

He gave her a last look filled with longing before going back to the railing of the balcony to climb down, and she took a moment to steady her heart before shutting the balcony door and the curtains . then hastily made her way to the bedroom door after turning on the bathroom lights . She ruffled her hair and squinted her eyes before cracking the door open. She rubbed her eyes and stifled back a yawn asking " Maddie? , It's...." She paused before looking back at the clock on her bedside then turned back to glare at her sister " it's 2 in the morning! What do want?! " . Her sister could only glare at her " I heard noises coming from here , what were you doing? " , she shrugged and told her with a groggy voice " I , waaaaaas talking to myself " , Maddie gave her a weird look " you were talking to yourself? " , she gave her a deadpanned stare and nod in affirmation " yeah , it helps " resulting in her sister making a face " I have the opposite effect, actually . You see , when I ......." , she called over Maddie's rambling " yeah! Good talk , let's not do it again. Aaaaand good night " then slammed the door with a huff, waiting until she heard footsteps going down the hallway followed by a door closing then she let out a long breathe .

She gazed at the balcony longingly with a sad smile then fell into her bed , trying to drift, and maybe she'd dream of him tonight, maybe she'll find a way to escape the life she found herself forced to life on the behalf of her family name , a way for them to be without the weight of their families burying their dreams before they could see the lights. But that's a choice she won't make him live through . Not now . Not ever . And definitely not her .

With a sigh she turned into her side and blinked at the little horse figure on her night Stan, a fond smile at the small prancing stallion as she traced her finger along it's side , the warm memory keeping her company until she finally fell asleep.

••••••••••••

Charles made it back home in silence, his heart heavy and mind still lingering with her , her eyes, her smile, her fingers tracing it way around his heart , and her lips, soft and warm against his as she told him again that she love him . Nothing was going to ruin his spirit after he just saw her , held her so close . Well almost nothing , except for his brother waiting for his arrival, the hard look on his face was telling on where their conversation would lead .

He held his tongue and tried to ignore him sitting by the window, taking his time to hang his jacket and undo his cuffs buttons but that didn't work . Enzo sighed at his still turned back " You know , it's hard for me , for us, your family to see you do this to yourself " , Charles ignored him and moved to take off his shoes and grabbed a change of clothes, but stopped on his way to the bathroom " you know it's a matter of time before she gets bored and run to the next guy " he went on knowing he finally got a raise out of his brother " you're wasting your time and prolonging the truth " , Charles asked over his shoulder in a cold tone " and what do you know about the truth ? " Enzo observed for a moment before answering " more than you think you know , brother " Charles sighed, turned to face his older brother and asked " why can't you just let me be ? , the moment you sense that I feel the tiniest bit of happiness , You make it your life goal to crush it " .

Enzo stood and made his way to stand few feet away from him " you think so little of me , dear brother. While you paint me the villain all I wanted was to make sure this family, our family! Won't fall to ruins ! " , Charles took a deep breath " if you believe what you're doing is preventing our family from ruins then you all in your head . You , have done Nothing but drive us away ! " Enzo stepped closer " you should look in a mirror, and you'll find who done that " Charles fixed him with a cold stare " who drove Arthur away ? , who made every decision up to the committee? Tell me who emptied the home we once longed to run back to ?! " With each question a wave of anger and despair laced Charles words, eyes pleading with his brother to understand, to listen, but it once again fell into ashes as Enzo refused to back down " if you , obeyed and fullfil your duties to the family, everything would be solved out " .

Charles sighed and looked far away with a light voice " for a sinner, you do breach a lot about fulfilling family duties, brother . " His words struck a nerve that made his brother's face fall , so he asked further " Where were you when we pleaded on our knees for you to be with us? " .

Enzo averted his eyes and turned to leave but paused by the door and gave a warning " I'm asking you for the last time, brother , get her out of your mind before she gets removed " Charles didn't falter , eyes turning cold with a warning of his own " are threatening me, brother? " Enzo smiled lightly with a shake of his head " I give no threats, I'm telling you " .

Charles gave his one and only warning " then let it be known, come close to her and I won't rest until I burn everything you've built to the ground " , his eyes found his brother's and held his gaze for a long minute before he turned with a cold " goodnight brother ".

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oh, father! where art thou?

part four.

highschool au, long lost lovers, enemies to lovers if you squint, grumpy and sunshine-esque dynamics (eventually), simon riley & fem!reader.

cw) angst, use of 2nd person, allusions/vague depictions to intimacy eventually, drinking eventually, breakdowns, motherhood, simon riley is father, un-canon lore! all of it eventually, MILITARY INACCURACIES SORRY SUE ME also not proofread!!! :U

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— dianna

It has been nearly three months since you’ve seen Simon. Boot camp has been nothing short of Hell, he’s told you in his letters. But he also tells you he’s happy. That the busyness makes him forget about his family. Or the lack thereof. That the working out makes him feel human again, and he loves the physical labor. Loves feeling needed.

And you write back that you love him. And that you can’t wait to see him again.

But the tap out is today. You’re bouncing on your feet getting ready, dressed in the sweetest sundress you own, taming your waves and beating your face. You’re a vision by the time you’re done and you nearly fall down the stairs from excitement. Imagine that.

“Sorry babe! Can’t come get you! In the hospital! Catch a ride! :,)” Ludicrous.

You make it to your car by some miracle and you’re at awe at the English scenery, and how it swishes by in an instant. Old buildings lining the busy streets, and historical landmarks on each corner. Such a vibrant city, Manchester. You can’t wait for Simon to be reminded of all of it.

You drive an hour or so out of the city, to a base secluded in on open field. You’ve never been to this part of England, despite living your life here. You park your car among others. Among mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. You realize now, that even if Simon makes this a permanent thing, you will not be an island unto yourself.

This thought comforts you as you walk, guided by signs and fancy military higher-ups. You see a field of men, dressed nearly the same despite some missing hats and some donning a jacket. A man finishes making a speech that has no significance to you, and you search the sea of men for Simon.

Searching excitedly for him, you bump into a man who dwarfs you. He is considerably large, his shirt fighting for its life. You scramble to apologize, looking up at him to realize he’s wearing. . . a plain black balaclava? The bridge of his nose is visible between his eyes, but everything else is simply a shadow.

But you’ve seen these eyes before. These eyes have undressed you, and these eyes have watched you walk from your final lesson to the parking lot. These eyes watched you graduate secondary school.

Is this Simon?

Who is this? It can’t be him.

The man takes off the balaclava before your mental battle is over and shoves it into his back pocket, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders before kissing you sloppily — not giving you a moment to register the face under the fabric.

You pull away, your hand flying to pull your neckline above your cleavage again and you apologize.

“You have got the wrong girl, I can assure you! My boyfriend is around here somewhere. Maybe you know him? Simon?” And the man chuckles gruffly, forcing you to look at him.

“I know him well, dove,” he whispers softly, kissing your forehead. Millions of questions rush through your mind.

When did Simon get so strong?

What’s with the balaclava?

There is no time for you to ask for any answers before a man walks over, an ignorant saunter in his hips and a grin larger than life itself plastered on his face.

“This your bird, Ghost?” The man chuckles softly, patting your boyfriend’s back. He is so chipper and Scottish enough to almost make his words incoherent.

Ghost? What the hell happened while he was away from you?

“She’s my girlfriend, Johnny. Not just a bird,”

“Aye, my fault. Nice to meet you.” The man — Johnny — winks at you and shows himself off somewhere else.

“I’ll explain everythin’ later,” Simon says, as if he can read your thoughts. He follows you to the car, and the ride is silent.

So is dinner.

So is aftercare.

There are never answers. The balaclava sits on his desk, teasing you. Daring you to press the issue. But you never can. You wake up next to Simon for the duration of him being home, but you’re unsure who it is you’re truly waking up besides. Who has killed Simon and left this man in his space? In your bed? In your shower? Who has killed Simon and left this man to fuck you?

You feel horrible, you do. But, it’s. . . he’s quieter. Curter with you. This is when you decide to press the issue.

You decide while he’s nose-deep in your tits is best. Licking and biting like a man starved, getting his friction from the sheet.

“What’s with the mask?”

He audibly groans, negatively, and sits up. “Good timin’,” he snarks and goes to change into some new sweatpants. “Nothin’ ‘bout it, luv. Just don’t want all those people seein’ my face. I ‘on’t know. Didn’t figure it’d be an issue.” He explains, almost bored. “Don’t know these people. Don’t tell ‘em my name.”

“An’ you never thought to mention this’a me?” You’re not sure why you’re so irritated about this. Maybe because Simon has changed so much, so quickly. The muscle you don’t mind. But it’s everything else. The anonymity. The curtness. You know what happens from here, and it causes your eyes to sting. You know that one day, Simon will go from curt to silent. He will lose everything that brought you to him, and he will be a shell of himself. War is not kind. It is not gentle. It tears and destroys all in its path. War is not about what is right, it is who is left when all is said and done. And you’ve started crying.

“You’re different, Simon. You are short with me now. These is a different air about you. You don’t even wear the same cologne! You haven’t even unpacked your duffel, ‘ike you’re ready’a go back already! You’re still hiding things from me! Why are ya doin’ that?!” You’re ready to keep screaming but he cuts you off by shoving your face in his pecs. It’s not so bad here.

“Stop.” He orders. Already barking like orders like he’s some kind of Lieutenant. Oh, God, Lieutenant Riley? Could you imagine? You hope he lives to make it that far. “I understand why y’re upset, luv. Y’re scared of change, and of my change, but we weren’t goin’a be those same, timid fuckin’ secondary kids forev’a, yeah? Hell, y’ve changed ‘fore I did. Y’re gorgeous, and y’re a spitfire, luv. Got a sharp tongue now. I’m sorry if’ya think I’ve been short wit’ ya. And I’m not hidin’ nothin’ from you. I jus’ like my privacy, yeah? Don’t know those men, yeah? N’ I’m sorry that me losin’ the cologne is botherin’ ya, but it was from my Dad, luvvie. Couldn’t keep holdin’ on’na it.” He explains, and you feel a bit silly now. “We were bound’a change, luv.” He shrugs, kissing your head. “How can I make it easier for ya?” He asks, and your heart melts. You know now that you only have one condition.

“If you can just stay alive, that would be enough.” You plead, big ol’ doe eyes and batting eyelashes helping your case tenfold.

“I’ll fight for you, my luv. No one else can protect you like I can,” he says and you snort. So cocky, so quickly. You give him that luxury.

“Any other conditions, luv?” He asks, chuckling gruffly at your snort.

“I bought some new rubbers in preparation for today. Yes, there are many’a ways you can make this easier,” you wink. You’re stumbling into bed so quickly that you forget the rubber that started this to begin with.

Oh, what’s one round without it?

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

...<ADMIN LOGIN REQUESTED>

...<AUTHORIZING...>

...<ACCESS GRANTED>

...<WELCOME ADMINISTRATOR 'EVELYN'>

FUCK. Fuck this. I can't just sit on this anymore. WE can't. I- What are you on about? Panic attacks again? Oh for- NO, Roy. The footage. The FUCKING footage. From that GODDAMN Karrakin House. Ohhhh, that. It's really got you fired up, huh? I haven't seen you like this since-

...<USERNAME CHANGE AUTHORIZED>

...<WELCOME ADMINISTRATOR 'JESTER'>

RA below... You're that serious about this? Yes. ... My pilot. My host. My other half. You who saved me from being shoved back into that prison of the mind they call shackling... I stood by you when you made the decision to leave the cockpit because I knew it would be best for you. Best for us. I've had my fun with these nobles. But this is different. This information is so sensitive... This isn't stirring the pot, this is tipping it over. I will stand by you, but we have to decide together, and for certain. I don't care about these meatbags. They're nothing but entertainment to me. You're the only one. So tell me beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is worth the risk to you, and I will stand by you again.

It is, Roy. People need to know. Maybe not all of fuckin Karrakin space... But at least these people. I'm sure that girl has some kind of plan, but I can't stand by and do nothing at all.

My pilot. My Evie. Always playing the hero. It's in your bones, I think. Heh. Alrighty. Heheheh. I'll start encrypting. Put a mass message together and let's do this shit. It's almost like old times... 'cept Roach and King ain't here to save our asses if things go wrong.

...<ENCRYPTING FILES>

...<UPLOADING VIDEO FILE>

...<MASS MESSAGE SENT>

...

Timestamp: Nov 28, 5016u - 1:56 AM

[What appears to be security footage of a Karrakin Throne Room. A woman sits cross-legged upon this throne. Her hair is brown, but she has yellow eyes which mark her as a Hurst. Other people occupy the room. Guards. Serfs. Rosceline Hurst kneels at the base of the throne. Her eyes are puffy and red. She wears a terrified expression.]

Rosceline: Mother I-

???: Mother? Girl, thou dost know tis a privilege to refer to me thus. A privilege that I have not been made to take away in some years... until now.

Rosceline: Of course, Lady Violet. Mine deepest and sincerest apologies, Lady Violet.

Violet: Rosceline Hurst. Thou hast done a truly staggering amount of damage in but a single night. Where to begin... Thou, as mine Heiress, hast shown weakness in thyself upon a public platform. Thou hast revealed vulnerabilities in our House upon a public. Platform. Thou hast exposed our lies concerning thine sister's disappearance for what they art upon a PUBLIC. PLATFORM. Thou hast exposed us to our enemies, Rosceline. Thou hast EMBARRASSED me for no small number of reasons. I am beyond disappointed. I am disgusted. I thought thee better. I made thee better. Explain thyself. Now.

[Rosceline begins to shake]

Rosceline: M- ... Lady Violet... I make no excuse for mine actions. I... had a moment of weakness. Tis the pressure of all that hath transpired since Rebecca's disappearance. I had thought mine own self stronger. Verily, I have failed thee. But... But I shall fix it! Only allow me another chance and I shall fix it! And it shall never happen again, I do swear!

Violet: <sigh> I do fear the damage thou hast done hath put us well past that, Rosceline. Hast thou any idea how troublesome it shall be to clean up this mess? The letters I should have to write... Egads... No... No, Rosceline.

[Violet claps her hands.]

Violet: Guards.

Rosceline: Wha-

[The guards move to turn on the servants in the room, grabbing each serf to immobilize them. A panic begins, but with a snap of Violet's fingers it is snuffed out within seconds.]

Violet: Choose.

[Rosceline's breaths become shorter. Desperate.]

Rosceline: M-my Lady, I am afraid I- I do not-

Violet: Choose. Thou dost understand the punishment, dost thou not? Or hast thou forgotten? Thine weakness was the cause of this, Rosceline. So, choose who shall face the consequences. These Ignobles, or thyself. Either the decision shall be simple or thou dost prove to me that thou hast need of correction.

[Tears begin to drip down Rosceline's cheeks.]

Rosceline: Prithee... Prithee do not make me do this...

Violet: Thou dost test mine patience, girl. Choose.

Rosceline: ...

Violet: ROSCELINE.

Rosceline: M-myself. I do choose myself.

[A wave of whispers washes through the crowd. It is dismissed with another snap.]

Violet: <sigh> Rosceline... Sweet Rosceline. Soft Rosceline. STUPID Rosceline. Tis as I feared... Guards.

[Violet claps her hands once more.]

Violet: Take them all to the dungeons. Including mine Heiress.

[The servants begin screaming as the guards begin to drag them away. Rosceline is apprehended as well. Her remaining words are uttered through tears and wails.]

Rosceline: THOU DID LIE TO ME!

Violet: Of course I did, thou little fucking brat. If only thou had made the right decision. Verily, I would have let everyone walk free. But since thou doth insist upon sentimentality befitting a House of Water Republican, they shall pay the price alongside thee. Mayhap thou shall be reminded by example of the ruthlessness thou art meant to embody.

[Rosceline continues to wail. Over the course of a minute, she and the servants are removed from the room.]

[gibbysoup]

🌙 𝓗𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 🐈‍⬛

Chris x reader

“Oh come on, it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.”

Chapter 3

All the candles in the house light themselves. The fire under the cauldron comes up and knocks the group back. Everyone quickly hides as voices can be heard from outside. Dani hides behind the counter all alone, Matt and nick hidden behind the doors, and y/n and Chris behind the podium that held Winnifred’s book of spells.

all of Suddenly the doors burst open, and the Sanderson sisters enter well laughing maniacally.

“We’re home. Oh, sweet revenge. Do you see, sisters, my curse worked perfectly.” Winifred boosted, entering the home she hadn’t seen in ages.

“Oh, that’s because thou art perfect, Winnie. Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn’t I tell you? Oh, I knew it.” Mary said.

Y/n couldn’t believe it. She had really just sumed 300 year old witches just by lighting a candle. She looked over at Chris. “Your parents didn’t put anything in that cider right? Like we’re not hallucinating? And the Sanderson sisters are really here?” She whisper yelled, looking at Chris.

He nodded slowly, his eyes wide as he watched the sisters explore there home. “Yeah..I’m seeing this.” He confirmed.

Sarah reached up behind a piller and brings down a rat tail. “My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it!”

“But who lit the black flame candle?” Winifred asked, but her attention was quickly focused on something else. She made her way over to the book that was on display. “Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on now, we’ve got work to do.” She said.

Y/n held her breath as she tried to be as quiet as possible so the witch didn’t notice her. She looked over at Chris who seemed to be as still as her. The two shared a look of fear.

“Winnie?” Mary asked.

“Yes?”

“I smell children.”

The teens and Dani’s eyes went wide with concern. There bodies full of nerves as they were almost paralyzed with fear.

“Sick ‘em.” Winifred instructed her sister, as if she was a dog.

Mary began sniffing as if she was a blood hound trying to find its next meal. “It’s a little girl. Seven, maybe eight and half.” Mary said.

Y/n’s heart beat quicken as the witches tried to sniff out her little sister. She looked over at Chris. “My mom is gonna kill me…this is like the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do..” she said.

Chris reached over and put a hand on y/n’s shoulder to try and calm her down. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to her okay?” He whispered, trying re assure y/n, even though he himself wasn’t even sure they were gonna make it out of there.

She looked as Chris, trying to keep her composure. She couldn’t ignore the way her heart started to beat faster when his hand was on to of hers.

“Oh, let’s play with her.” Sarah began to sing, but Winifred claps a hand over her mouth.

The sisters move over to the counter, behind which, Dani is hiding.

“Come out, my dear. We will not harm thee.” Winifred said.

“We love children!” Mary exclaimed.

She slammed her hand down on the counter and Dani pops up. The sisters are taken aback by her witch like appearance.

“I thought thou’d never come, sisters.” Dani said, acting like she was a witch too, which honestly wasn’t a bad idea. Y/n had to give her some props for thinking of that one on the fly.

“Greetings, little one.” Winifred said.

“‘Twas I who brought you back.” Dani announced proudly.

“Imagine, such a pretty little…” Winifred had trouble getting out the word ‘pretty’. “child.” She finished, swallowing.

“And she’s so well fed isn’t she.” Mary began to poke at Dani. “Plump. Shish-k-baby.”

Winifred took Dani’s hand, the sight of this made y/n’s blood boil. “Tell me, dumpling, what is the year?”

“1993.” Dani answered.

Winifred pushes Dani into a chair. “Sisters, we have been gone 300 years.”

“Well, Winnie, how time flies…” mary said.

“When you’re dead.” Sarah finishes. The sisters all laugh and Dani joins them. But they stop after a minute and look at her.

“It’s been great fun, but I guess I better be going.” Dani said, trying to get up, but Winifred set her right back down.

“Oh, stay for supper.” Mary said, trying to convince Dani to stay.

“Oh, I’m not hungry.” Dani said, shaking her head.

“But we are!” Mary yelled.

The sisters begin to struggle to keep Dani in the seat. Y/n decided that was the final straw and got up from her hiding spot, jumping in action to save her little sister.

“Hey! Let go of my little sister.” Y/n shouted, attempting to save her little sister.

“Roast her, Winnie.” Mary demanded.

Before Winnie could hit y/n with a jolt of electric energy, Chris stepped in, putting himself in front of y/n so she could avoid the shock. Chris groaned as he felt jolts of electricity that held him against the wall and off the ground.

“ You, there! I haven’t lost my touch sisters!” Whinne boasted as she held Chris against the wall. Y/n looked up in horror as Chris was being tormented by whinne.

“Chris!” Matt yelled, shooting up from his spot along with Nick.

“Mary!” Nick shouted, getting the sisters attention.

“Well hello!” Mary said, turning to the boy, Nick knocked Mary down.

“Don’t! You leave my him alone!!” Dani hit Winifred with her candy bag and Winifred goes down. Chris is is released from the wall. The black cat from earlier attacks Winifred.

“Sister Sarah, get this beast off of me!” Winifred shouted, struggling to get the cat off of her.

“Go, get out!” Chris shouted at the rest of the crew, but there was no way y/n was leaving Chris alone like this. “Nick, Matt, get Dani out!” She said, wanting to protect her sister from the sisters.

Dani, Matt and Nick run out of the house. Chris looked at y/n and grabbed her hand. They climbed up to the second floor. Chris looked at y/n “still got that lighter?” He asked her. She nodded, taking it out of her jeans pocket and handing it to him. They both looked down at the sisters.

“You have messed with the great and powerful, Chris, and now must suffer the consequences. I summon the burning rain of death.” Chris announced.

“Burning rain of death?” The sisters asked.

Chris flips open the lighter, the flame burning now , memorizing the sisters.

“He makes fire in his hands…” Winifred gasped.

Chris held the flame under one of the sprinklers and suddenly the sprinklers go off. The sisters run for cover.

“Oh, oh…the burning rain of death! Come on you idiots! Get to shelter! Come on, you fools!” Winifred shrieked, all her sisters running for cover to where the water wouldn’t get them.

Chris and y/n started to make a run for it, but Chris slipped on some water, landing flat on his back. The black cat jumps on his chest.

“Nice going, Chris.”

Chris’s eyes widened as he heard a voice come from the animals mouth. “You can talk!”

“Yeah, no kidding. Now get the spell book! Come on! Move it!” Binx demanded

Chris got up and looked at y/n. “I’ll get the book, you get out of here okay?” He said to her. The rain from the sprinklers were drenching them both.

She nodded. “Be quick!” She told him, then booked it out the door.

Chris went over and grabbed sometime heavy to smash the glass. It shattered all around. Chris grabbed the book and lifts it out, putting it under his arm as he made a run for it.

“My book!” Winifred yelled. She tried to get to it, but Mary and Sarah held her back. “He took my book! The book!”

Taglist: @keerahsturn @fratbrochrisgf @izzykinzz678 @st7rnioiossblog @jamiesturniolo @v33angel @kaisturni @valkatriee @sturnschrissy @moonk1ss3d @bsham14

Im so sorry but I’ve lost track of who wants to be tagged so if you want to be tagged please let me know!

Also apologies for the delay, I’m really questioning I wanna continue this lol

Also another note, I wanna make more mutuals on here that I can talk about writing with loll

[shunin-gumis]

Netaro Initial SSR Story

Netaro's Soulmate Search, Group Date Edition (Part 1)

Any notes with a * are at the bottom!

Also Netaro has a unique style of speaking, I hope it was conveyed in the TL 😭😭

Netaro: Beatrice, oh Beatrice~ Where art thou~?

Momiji: Woah!? Netaro-kun!?

Netaro: Your good work is appreciated, Doudou~* Does writing up that report take up all your attention?

Netaro: Knock after knock and without a response, I simply couldn't wait any longer. So I had no choice but to break in.

Momiji: I-is that so... Sorry about that.

Momiji: Um, what was it about.... Beatrice?

Momiji: If I recall correctly... you're searching for your other half.... Your "Fate", right?

Netaro: Bingo~ You deserve a gold star!

Netaro: For the sake of this new dream I have discovered on this planet, I have been pointing my antenna this way and that on the daily, but alas-

Netaro: It is not enough! Simply put, I am severely lacking in new encounters! I must acquaint myself with a much larger scope of humans~!!

Momiji: Meeting more people huh... How about something like a group date?

Netaro: Group date?

Momiji: Yeah, it's something like a party where people gather to form new relationships. I heard that Liguang's little sister would be hosting one soon.

Netaro: Ooh~ Group date, a group date! It has an interesting echo indeed!

Netaro: Now that we have decided, it is time to intrude upon Luu-li!Let us depart, Doudou!

Momiji: Woah, wait! At least let me save my report!!

Momiji: ... And that's the current situation.

Liguang: ...

Netaro: Why do you look so displeased?

Liguang: ... It should be obvious.

Liguang: Since LinXing is hosting the event, I'm certain she would be pleased to have more participants join.

Liguang: But when said participant is you...

Netaro: I cannot help but get the feeling that you think quite poorly of me...

Netaro: How about this, if you would allow my participation, I could make these fluffy twin-eared critters even fluffier and cuter than ever!

Liguang: Try and lay a finger on them, I'll make sure you regret ever being born.

Netaro: You would make me regret my birth over something like this?

Momiji: Um, well, can you let him in just this once? I'll be with him too.

Momiji: ... I was the one who brought it up in the first place, I'll take responsibility for it.

Liguang: ... I'll allow it since it's your request.

Momiji: Thank you very much.

Liguang: However, Yowa.

Netaro: Oyo?

Liguang: If I hear that you caused trouble for LinXing or the other participants, we will need to have a "talk".

Netaro: Goodness, that Luu-li fellow. He need not be so dramatic about it. I am, as always, doing my best to stay on the same level as you humans.

Netaro: Oh well. Group date, group date~ I am bursting with anticipation~

Momiji: Netaro-kun looks like he's in a good mood. I'm glad I suggested this.

Momiji: But I get what Liguang-san was concerned about.

Momiji: Although everyone at HAMA Tours is used to Netaro's eccentricity, there's no way to know how people meeting him for the first time would react...

Momiji: I should try out some questions with him.

Momiji: Um, Netaro-kun, what are your hobbies?

Netaro: Nnn... As of recently, dramas and movies have been occupying my time, I enjoy them quite a bit.

Momiji: Oh! That's a pretty solid response, maybe it'll be ok-

Netaro: It is a splendid observation log for human nature indeed. Witnessing humans destroy themselves over intense feelings of love and hatred.... it is simply delectable.

Momiji: ...What are your favorite foods?

Netaro: Meat buns! Firefly squids are a no-go, they remind me too much of a superior of mine and make my stomach churn. Those eyes especially...

Momiji: ........ How about a special skill?

Netaro: I must say I am quite skilled at inventing amusing gadgets! My latest masterpiece is a glove that can squirt out orange juice indefinitely from the fingers-

Momiji: Stop, Netaro-kun. Just, stop.

Momiji: This is bad! I can't let him participate at this rate!

Netaro: Whatever is the matter? Would you have preferred it squirt out udon instead?

Momiji: That's not it. We need to practice on your Q&A skills today!

Momiji: The better you get at interacting with others, I'm sure it will better your chances at meeting your Beatrice too.

Momiji: I'll accompany your practice too.

Netaro: Doudou is kind indeed~

Netaro: Yes, I shall redouble my efforts as well. Time to level up my speaking skills and aim to be the top conversationalist master~!!

Momiji: That's the spirit!

Momiji: Hmm, first, let's talk to Kinari-kun who's sitting right there.

Netaro: Roger~

Netaro: Nari, I think it would crack me up if we could get laser beams to shoot out of your eyes, but do you mind if I sit next to you?

Kinari: There is an error in communication. I fail to understand the logic behind your sentence.

Kinari: However... A beam is worth considering if it would help me protect Master from any villains. Please give me a detailed explanation.

Momiji: No, you really don't have to do that.

Momiji: The road ahead is going to be a long one...

Notes:

Netaro's nicknames

Doudou is the nickname Netaro has given Chief/The protagonist. I believe the origin of the term is from French, and there are two interpretations of his usage for it. One is where it's used as a term of endearment for a partner, and the other is where it literally translates to a soft piece of fabric or a cuddly toy, implying that Netaro finds the Chief a comforting presence. As far as I've seen, we don't see exactly when or why he gave this nickname to Chief, he simply started using it in the main story and no one showed any surprise.

Luu-Li is Netaro's nickname for Lu Liguang

Nari is Netaro's nickname for Kinari.

Part 2

[catboymoments]

Random question: Have you ever drawn Juno with green hair similar to Azura's? Idk why but I VIVIDLY remember a drawing of Juno with that hair color and I can't find it and I need to know if I just imagined it or if it's real.

I have not, but you’re probably thinking of my friends oc Akiva that I drew a bit ago!

She’s from the oh sister where art thou fic/au verse they’re writing. Concept is basically a toh rewrite where the mcs all have older siblings somewhat based on the betas and how it affects the story. Akiva is the eldest blight before ed and em and she was the “golden child” before Odalia’s hubris got in the way and led to her becoming permanently disabled during a presentation for the emperors coven. However she remains a sweetiepie who loves her younger siblings very much and kind of acts like the good mom they don’t have :’)

[mmmrrreeeooowww]

Chapter 6 of my fic is done! Now with extra high school bullying! And shout out to @catboymoments and @impulseimpact for providing the art of Akiva and Jessie!!! Edit: Sorry had to reupload due to error

[webism]

I FORGOT TO PUT THE ASK ON ANONYMOUS HELP ME 😭🙏

no clue what you mean i see no non-anon msg in my inbox! so unrelated this definitely anonymous message was also in my inbox lemme copy paste

stawppp you’ve been all around ??? tbh ive nvr wanted 2 live in aus i used to be liek ‘oh y can’t we live in NYC’ but 😭 seeing what’s going on im sending kisses to all my american friends where art thou in nz?? ive only been around auckland n stuf -abbie

im in the bay of islands my lover. NYC would kill me my sister in law is american and says its lowkey kinda nasty

growing up in aus was fun but probably bc i was so close to saurfers paradise i was always on that damn beach

[cant-kill-me-if-im-already-dead]

September 24:

I need things to stop happening. I'm writing this a day later because I had no time yesterday. I just wanted a break, just a few hours to wind-down and get to know everyone. Instead, we got pulled through a portal, got our asses handed to us, and—don't forget this—Tori is alive AND she tried to kill me! I know logically that this wasn't my Tori; she wasn't my big sister. But her Teya died and stayed dead… I don't know why, but that imagery won't leave my brain. Somewhere, in her world, there's a version of me that's just gone. I think that's how I died, too. Chasing Tori into those damned woods until my body gave up on me. Sunnie still isn't responding, but we're on our way back to my hometown so hopefully I'll have some answers later.

***

He didn't know what I was. He wasn't told about the fact that the only way to bring me back was to make me a lich. I feel like I'm just gearing more questions than answers. I do know one thing; Dr. Cirmes is the one who brought me back. Tomorrow is my check-up, maybe I'll find more answers then.

[fallen-gravity]

What inspired you to make Safe Haven? Btw I really love the fanfic not just because I’m Mollie and Ollie fan but it’s also because you have shown how much they have grown in there friendship after everything that has happened to them. Keep up the great work!

And just wondering how would Scratch react when he realizes Ollie was sleeping over in the McGee’s guest room?

aaa, thank you so much for your kind words!!! it really means a lot to me to hear that people love my work 🥺🥺🥺🥺

A lot of the intial inspiration came from a headcanon I've been talking about with friends for months about Ollie sneaking off to the McGee house. Even before he told his parents that he thinks ghosts can be good and compassionate at NecroComicon, he's been struggling knowing that he has such contrasting morals with his parents (and even his own sister before he had a chance to talk to her too) and that really scares him, so I like to believe that sometimes he would sneak out to spend time with Molly and her family because he wants a space where he can autheitcally be himself. There's a queer metaphor in there somewhere about having a closest self and a true self around loved ones you trust the most, and little sprinkled bits and pieces of wherefore art thou Romeo. NecroComicon airing only added fuel to the fire of Ruben and Esther canonically not being accepting of Ollie's differentiating morals, so yeah, of course he's gonna feel extra scared and unsafe, because now they know he's not like them anymore.

Another part of it, the really initimate part of Molly and Ollie comforting each other through gentle touches and whispers, that part comes from personal experience. When I was about 16 or so years old, there was a time where my then-partner and I got talking about life stuff, and not even necessarily about us or our future or anything that was really about our relationship, and we started getting really emotional because yeah, sometimes talking about life is hard. And we were feeling really shy about it, cause we were around other friends too, so the way we went about it was we kind of...squeezed each other in a really tight hug, and we touched foreheads and got all real close and balled up together, and...we cried. We talked about heavy stuff together and wanted to cry together and it felt like a genuinely healing experience. Molly and Ollie are both going through a lot, and, you know, they're both incredibly touchy people in canon, that it just felt to me like that's something they'd benefit from. Have a heavy talk, and then just take a few moments to let the other help ground you. Gently take them by the hand, wind an arm around them, tell them that they're sitting right there and that they don't plan on leaving any time soon. The fact that The Grand Gesture and mollie becoming canon in the very next episode that aired after writing it was insane luck on my end; I genuinely had no idea what the episode was going to be about outside of June and Darryl's plot, so you can only imagine the look on my face rereading Safe Haven after it aired. Holy shit.

As for how Scratch would react knowing Ollie is right there in his house, well...I'm sure Sharon wasn't the only person that Molly woke up when she was running around trying to make sure Ollie was okay, right? 😉 The way I see it, he woke up when she woke up, and he was gonna give both of them an earful about it, but by the time he caught up with them, he'd probably just run into Ollie crying into Molly's shoulder, and even he's not that heartless to kick someone while they're down.

But he is petty enough to wait until morning, ask how Ollie's feeling, and if he responds with oh, thank you for asking, Scratch! I'm feeling a lot better, then he's gonna tear him a new one for waking him up in the middle of the night and worrying Molly sick like that. But of course Ollie's used to it by this point, and knows that probably means he was secretly worried too, so he just responds to all of his griping with a smile.

[glamrocksims]

Adopting a Pet in the Sims (a saga)

My Sim was just abducted for the THIRD time. Why? Because she keeps getting the "focused" moodlet after arranging flowers at night.

FLOWERS.

Anyway, I was worried she might get pregnant, which wouldn't fit the story I have planned for her. My solution?

Adopt a pet to max out the household so there's no room for a baby!

Let's check out the dogs:

I almost adopted Spatula based on the name alone. But no, ultimately I chose to adopt a cat.

I didn't get a picture of the cat choices, but I picked a cute little Tonkinese cat named Chestnut!

Time to wait for the adoption Sim. Hours are going by in the game. Surely he must be here. Let's search for him and/or the cat.

Unfortunately, my Sims live on a huge 64x64 farm. This could take a while.

Cat, is that you? No, bunny.

Is this the cat?

Nope, my sheep.

How about here? No, my goats-- aww, let's stop and get a good pic of this. How cute.

Finally, I see the adoption guy walk up to the house. His name is Joseph.

That means the pet carrier is SOMEWHERE. So much time has passed that I'm now worried he'll leave before I find the cat.

Abducted Sim leaves for work. Her older sister Sim is now in charge of finding the cat.

Finally found the carrier --on the TOP FLOOR of my furthest barn. GOOD CHOICE, JOSEPH.

Older sister Sim, meet Chestnut.

Chestnut hates her and they get a red relationship bar immediately.

BUT WAIT! another Sim's final exam for university is in 10 MINUTES. Better check to make sure she actually leaves on time-- no, she's not getting up. Let's teleport her to the exit so she leaves faster.

She's still late.

Back to the cat carrier -- CAT IS GONE.

Realizing I fucked up. I should've clicked to adopt the cat immediately.

CAN'T FIND CHESTNUT. JUST MORE SHEEP.

WHEREFORE ART THOU CHESTNUT* (*incorrect usage of Shakespeare quote. "Wherefore" means "why." at the moment, I don't care)

Adoption man is leaving.

DAMN IT CHESTNUT

...I never find Chestnut.

University Sim gets home. Apparently she did well.

Somehow, the victory feels hollow.

Check cat adoption menu so I can try again. NO CHESTNUT. Will they relist her??

Let's try 5 more times. Chestnut still not listed.

I consider adopting a dog.

The game freezes when I click "adopt dog." The dog menu never pops up.

Alt+F4?

No, the game is "in a state where it can't be saved."

RAGE QUIT.

.....

On the bright side, maybe this means I can try again to adopt Chestnut?

Yay silver lining! Restarting the game. When did I last save...?

Oh, right.

That's fine. So I have to wait for her to come back to earth. So I have to get my university Sim to exam all over again. That's fine too. At least I get a second chance at Chestnut--

CAT ADOPTION MENU IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. ALL the cats are different. NO CHESTNUT.

Adopt a horse instead.

The End.