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[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

@icyfox17 OH MY GOSH

i had an unnamed cottagecore-y magic AU that was primarily crimeboys but also had SBI in it too and i never managed to do anything proper with it which makes me so sad. here's some silly concept sketches and stuff anyway, please ask me about this au i love it so much

little comic under the cut

[reyla-the-black-wolf]

My heart speaks for you (Part 4)

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Pairing: Eris x f!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: angst; panic attack; ⚠️ slight description of self harm; anxiety; self-doubt; a bit of fluff

Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?

Music:

Way down we go - Kaleo

Broken - Isak Danielson

Don´t blame me - Taylor Swift

Eden für Dich - Andreas Bourani

Part 1 ⎮Part 2⎮Part 3⎮Part 4⎮

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The opposite of good is good intentions. 

I had once read this in a book of mine and it has stuck with me ever since. Because it´s true, at least most of the time. People do heroic and brave things. Tragic and beautiful things. But most of the time, in my experience, they do incredibly stupid things, even if they mean no harm. And in my life, that quote is more apt than ever.

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I couldn´t describe my bliss as I lay in the soft grass of the clearing, the birds happily chirping and the sun beating down on me. My skin prickled at the pleasant temperature and a contented smile played across my face. I turned my head to see Eris beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. His hair was spread around his features like a halo of flames and his fingers were wrapped around mine, gently stroking his thumb over the back of my hand. 

One month had passed since we met on the border of Autumn. We had seen each other several times since then and had decided it was too risky to meet in Velaris because of my parents. So every time I met him here, he had shown me something new. Either a new part of this magnificent forest, a glistening lake of crystalline water or a small cottage hidden deep in the autumnal woods. Once we even encountered a family of badgers playing with their young.

And with each visit, I felt myself falling more for Eris. With every smile he gave me and every `conversation´ we held. With every look into his honey-kissed eyes and every featherlight touch we shared. I´d never felt so connected to anyone before, whether it was the bond or not didn´t matter. He felt like home. Like reading by the fireside. Like him wrapping his arms around me from behind. It felt like burning whiskey every time we stared at each other and like silken sheets beneath me as his hands explored my body.

He always made sure his brothers, or gods forbid his father, didn´t find out about our little affairs. And every time we said goodbye, he gifted me with something new. A pair of emerald earrings, or a leather-bound notebook with ornate letters engraved. No matter what he chose, he never failed to surprise me. 

On the other hand, I made sure that my family didn´t find out that I had broken our agreement, a second time. Which in turn resulted in me covering up my scent when I came home from a visit, or sneaking around the River House. And so far, no one has found out or suspected anything yet. My life couldn´t be any better these days. I´ve got the freedom I wanted and I´m sharing it with someone I can be myself with.

But as the saying goes - pride goes before the fall. So as I lay here, relishing this delightful moment, my fingers wrapped in Eris´, I had no idea what was happening back in Velaris. 

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Rhysand´s Pov 

Cauldron, this child! Where is she?

Five minutes ago I was sitting in my office, signing some papers, mostly administrative matters for the maintenance of older buildings in Velaris, and now I´m winnowing through my house in search of my wife and daughter. 

Feyre had told me through the bond that y/n was nowhere to be found, and Nyx hadn´t seen her either. Even her friends denied seeing her in the last few hours, and neither was she in her room. Panic rose in me with every passing minute and my blood was boiling. I nearly broke down the door to my daughters room when I arrived, only to find Feyre standing in the middle of it, completely lost. „She´s not responding to me. Her mind is shut off, Rhys. I-I can´t reach her…“ „Ssh.. I know, I tried too.“ I instinctively pulled her into my arms and tried to comfort her, drawing soothing circles over her hips. „We will find y/n and make sure she´s all right.“ A long kiss and I felt Feyre relax a little in my embrace. „I´ve sent Cassian and Az to look for her, okay? We will find her, please do not worry too much my love.“ I reassured her, kissing the top of her head. After a moment of silence, my mate sighed. „Do you think…?“ She hesitated, so I put as much love into my tone as I could. „What, Feyre darling? Speak to me.“ „Do you think she went to see Eris?“ A sharp breath pierced my lungs at that question, cutting them open from the inside. That explained why my wife was asking so carefully. 

„I know she promised us not to meet him, but he´s still her mate, at least in some way.“ She studied me like a hawk, waiting for my reaction. The thought that my daughter might have met this cruel Fae sent shivers down my spine and darkness rushed through my veins, ready to strike at any moment. „I certainly hope not. Despite the fact that he´s her mate.“ Deep breath. In and out. „But perhaps I have an idea how to find out where she is.“ Feyre raised an eyebrow in question and I explained. 

Two minutes later, my wife shot me another one of her „you´re-out-of-your-mind“ looks. 

„Rhys, I don´t think we should do this.“ „Darling, we can´t find our daughter. Maybe we can find some clues, about what is going on, in her room.“ „I understand what you mean, but if we go through her stuff, it could have some harsh consequences for us.“ She gave me an uncertain look. „Y/n won´t be too happy about us snooping through her personal things.“ „I´m not afraid of what follows our actions as long as Y/n is safe.“ Feyre still wasn´t particularly fond of my idea, but it didn´t take her long to join me and help me search through our daughters room.

I started at my daughter´s desk, opening drawers, unfolding letters and endless papers. A golden quill rolled from the hardwood table to the floor, making a knocking sound. At that exact second, a known feeling crept into my chest, making my heart feel to heavy. Guilt. I knew what I was doing wasn´t fair or right, but if the safety of my children was at stake, I would kill for them. 

Shoving that feeling away, I continued to look around her nightstand and bed. Have you found anything suspicious? No, not yet, Feyre replied through our mating bond. Frustration began to set in and sinister little tendrils began to linger in the corners of the room.

Even after 20 minutes we hadn´t found anything. Not a single hint. „Rhys.“ I turned my head to look into my wife´s beautiful eyes. „Feyre.“ I sighed. „We should stop.“ She cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. „I mean, look around. We turned the entire room upside down. The desk, the wardrobe, even her bathroom.“ „I just want to know that y/n is doing well.“ I sighed deeply again and closed my eyes. „I know you love her, but she´s not your little princess anymore. You can´t control her life forever.“ Instinctively, a low growl escaped my throat and Feyre just gave me a sad smile. 

„Anything from Cassian or Azriel maybe?“ I only shook my head no. „Then all we can do is wait for her to return from wherever she is.“ Tears lingered at the edges of her sky-blue eyes as I watched her. „Maybe you´re..." Something caught my eye. 

A night-blue trunk lay under the bed, slightly hidden by the covers hanging from the bed frame. My dark tendrils pulled it out, pushing it towards us and I opened it.  

I had really hoped that y/n would keep her promise this time. That she would listen to us, her parents, and not meet this man, but apparently she didn´t. 

Jewellery, letters, quills and books lay now scattered on her desk as Feyre and I just stood there, staring at the things in front of us. Everything smelled of him, causing me to crinkle my nose in disgust. My fury mixed with the fear and anger of my mate as a wave of darkness shook the room. It broke free and tore the letters and books apart. It yanked open the windows and tugged the curtains against their anchors in the wall. Even the sun suddenly seemed to hide behind grey clouds, casting an ominous light on the room. „Rhys. Please look at me.“ Soft, gentle fingers turned me towards my mate. Rage seethed inside me like a volcano, but only then did I notice my darkness settling on the floor as a silhouette stepped through it. 

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Y/N´s Pov 

As wonderful as the date with Eris had been, I couldn´t have imagined what awaited me at home. Dark, slender tendrils swirled around my body as I winnowed into my room, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Suddenly I almost fell as I took a step forward. Cauldron, what had happened here? Books, clothes, pillows and other things lay strewn and destroyed on my bedroom floor, making it look like some kind of battlefield. I knew it was my father´s power, but what had caused him to cast his darkness upon my belongings? Eventually it faded into the corners of my room and when I turned around, two figures stood in front of me. Shit. 

My father´s fierce gaze burned into my skin, probably leaving scars as well. I swallowed hard. What could have made him so furious? Had he...? Had he found out? Hopefully not. „At moments like this, I wish you could talk.“ An invisible blade pierced my heart at his words. 

His voice seethed with rage and disappointment, his violet eyes cold and hard as stone when I dared to look at them. „You were with him!“ A bolt of lightning shot through me as he said it, filling my eyes with tears. Only then did I recognise the torn letters, books and jewellery on my desk. He knows. He knows, little bird. What are you going to do now? My inner critic and dark thoughts immediately flooded my mind. Shaking, I opened my mouth as if to speak and explain myself, but I couldn´t. Even if I did, I wouldn´t have the chance. 

„I don´t want to know. I don´t want to hear any more promises or excuses from you, daughter!“ My father spat out the last word as if he didn´t have a daughter. „Rhys.“ My mother tried to interrupt, but... „No! I´ve had enough of her behaviour!“ The tension nearly suffocated me and a wince escaped my lips as white pain shot through my whole being. Heavy footsteps stomped towards me, causing the floorboards to creak, but I didn´t hear them. Everything felt too suffocating. Waves were trying to pull me under. Stop... please... The wind picked up and the first raindrops hit the ground. Curtains and windows rattled against the oncoming storm, a perfectly malicious portrayal of my father´s ire. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. „Fine, if you don´t care to protect yourself from this man, so be it. But don´t expect me to do the same.“ I don´t need your protection! It all felt so terribly wrong.

„No more meetings with the Autumn Heir. No more writing letters, hiding things, or any other communication with him, do you hear me?!“ He said, standing directly in front of me, his breath hovering over my cheeks as burning tears began to stream down my face, obscuring my vision. „You will not leave this room until I say so, is that clear?!“ His voice rang in my ears. „Rhys,  stop!“ „And don´t even try to sneak out. I have put up wards around your room. This time I will find you, young lady!“ He snapped, simply shutting down my mother´s attempt to intervene. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I couldn´t hold back any longer. My tears flowed like a steady river over my features and I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. He is my mate! You can´t keep me locked up like a prisoner! I´m your daughter! Please! I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to beg him to overthink this. „Don´t even try to speak, dear. We both know you can´t.“ Another slash of his blade. He turned his back on me as he grabbed my mother´s forearm and pulled her towards the door. „Rhysand! You can´t lock her up! She´s your grown daughter!“ My mother pleaded as she was dragged forward. „I won´t if she starts acting like my grown daughter.“ His tone was cold and his decision final. My chest tightened dangerously and I could no longer stifle my sobs. Just before he closed the door, my mother already in the hallway, he stopped and looked at me. „I thought I could trust you.“ He shook his head and closed the door, taking his darkness with him. 

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Caution! ⚠️ The next part describes a panic attack and mentions of self harm as well as self-doubt, dark thoughts, etc. This can be a sensitive topic and trigger for some people, so please don´t read on from here, if you don´t like to. Take care of yourself! 🤍

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My feet were cold as I slammed my fists against the door for I don´t know how long. Let me out! Let me out! My vision was blurred and I sank to the floor with bruised knuckles. The all- consuming emptiness was back. The beast without a name. But like so many times before in my sleep, this time it was real. Everything that had happened was real, even if my brain didn´t want to believe it. The walls drew closer, caged me in, made me feel small and yet everything inside me rebelled. 

And everything was gone. All the letters and books. All his scent. My father destroyed them. Only the scant remains of them lay discarded on the floor, and seeing them made me feel even more lost and alone. You´re all alone, little bird. You´re weak, little bird. You deserve it, little bird. My demons ate me alive. Piece by piece. Thought by thought. Stop, I begged them. Shut it! But they wouldn´t listen. I had to shut them out of my mind. It was to dark and I couldn´t see. My mouth felt horribly dry and my clothes too rough on my skin. 

I have to get to him! I need him! Eris!

My bones were aching and my eyes were swollen red as I braced myself on shaky arms. My hands began to rip at my hair and my nails began to scratch across my skin, leaving red marks. 

Eris! Eris! 

I lost control of myself as I tried to silence my thoughts and couldn´t stop. Couldn´t control my despair as whimpers and cries escaped my lips. A lump formed in the back of my throat as I clenched a fist and slammed it against the wall.

One. Two. Three. 

Three times I struck the stone wall. The sound of it echoing through the air.

Again. And again.

With every punch, my wrath grew. With each strike, I felt my magic pounding in my veins. It´s too much! My thoughts were an all-devouring storm of shadows and my ears were ringing. 

You messed up! It´s your fault! Always the good little princess, aren´t you?! What will Eris think?! You´re a terrible daughter! Don´t lock me up! Break the wards! Let it all out! Do it! 

And with that, the lump in the back of my throat finally loosened. My entire body began to shake as a gut-wrenching scream left my soul, brutally ripping it in half. A wave of pressure rolled through the room and the rumble of thunder echoed outside, while the rain began pouring into my room. Quills rolled off my desk and loose parchment flew around as a roaring wind burst through the room, causing my tangled hair to flutter around my face. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the storm outside roared alongside me. And then it was over.

Hot tears were still streaming down my cheeks and my throat was sore as exhaustion took over my body and I closed my eyes for a moment, barely holding myself up. Was this possible? Had I just...? The wards were entirely gone. I really had broken my father´s wards with the magic I had inherited from him. How ironic. 

When I opened my eyes again, the demons in my head were gone, because all I could think about now was him. Eris. 

I didn´t care if it made my parents even angrier with me, but I wasn´t staying here any longer. I had to get out of here. And I knew where to go. 

My father might have destroyed Eris´s letters, jewellery and books, but he had forgotten two things. The amulet Eris had gifted me after my first visit to his court, and my notebook, filled with notes and our `conversations´. My fingers trembled as I pulled the amulet from under my white linen shirt. Carefully, I brushed my thumb across the gemstone in the centre and a single tear fell. Please work... please. 

I brushed my fingers over the cool stone, brought it to my lips and kissed it as more tears rolled down. And suddenly the crystal began to glow a deep orange, like a burning ember. I stared at it with wide eyes, knowing Eris had listened to my pleas. 

Without thinking, I stood up on wobbly legs and tucked the necklace back under my shirt. One last look around my chaotic bedroom and in the next second I winnowed to the Autumn Court.

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It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing through the treetops, playing with the autumn leaves as I arrived under the birch tree. Our meeting point. The forest ground was muddy and my hair was soaked with rain. Everything in me screamed for him as I paced, waiting for Eris to appear between the trees. And just as I was thinking about him, a rustle in the bushes made me turn around to see a tall figure standing a few yards away from me. His usually fiery hair was as wet as mine, and his fine clothes were completely soaked. I felt his gaze on me, my bruised hands and my thin clothes from earlier. 

But what was going to happen next was something I hadn´t been prepared for in my entire life. 

As soon as I looked into his warm amber eyes, a thousand suns exploded around us. A golden thread spread in my chest, warming my soul and tickling my skin. It shone and sparkled as brightly as possible. I could almost see it woven between him and I. My breath caught and my eyes widened, tearing even more. 

It had snapped. The mating bond had finally snapped for me. 

And it felt like absolute heaven. I felt... I could feel him. In my soul. In my body. In my bones. And it felt like home. And I knew that he felt it too.

He was about to take a step forward, but I was faster. My feet moved on their own as I ran towards him, practically leaping into his strong arms so that he held me tightly against his chest. Never wanting me to leave his side ever again. 

There we stood. In the middle of the autumn forest, showered with the tears of the gods. The wind roared around us, tossing leaves that seemed to dance in celebration to the rhythm of the storm. It must have looked quite magical. 

I tilted my head to look up at Eris and met his gaze. His eyes shone as bright as the mating bond. Glowing like a thousand fires on a stormy night. He looked from my eyes to my lips and back again. My cheeks heated, despite the rain pouring down on us, and I noticed the raw desire in his gaze, which only fuelled the fire in my own.

So he closed the gap between us. His lips met mine with such force that I placed my hands around his neck and ran my fingers through his wet hair. The stars and the sun collided and a shudder ran through our bodies. This kiss was anything but tender. It was passionate and rough. Sensual and devouring as we couldn´t get enough of each other. His tongue darted out to slide into my mouth and his taste... Gods, his taste was liquid gold on my tongue as his hands ran up and down my back. I couldn´t help but groan as he pulled me impossibly closer by my waist. 

But after a while my lungs were screaming for air so I pulled away from the heated kiss, completely flushed and with swollen lips. Both of us were breathing heavily as we locked eyes. „I can lose everything, but not you... Oh gods, not you.“ He confessed with a trembling in his voice as his hands moved to my neck to hold me gently and tears welled up in his eyes. Sensing his distress through the bond, I gently wiped the raindrops from his cheeks with my thumbs and gave him a the most loving smile. And then I did something I thought I would never do. 

„You will never lose me, Eris.“ I said and kissed him again. 

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A/N: No offence to Rhysand, but someone had to be the bad guy, I'm (not) sorry 🙃 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I´m planning about two or three more, so stay tuned! Bye 😙

Taglist:

@tele86 @circe143 @impossibelle @st4r-girl-official @cherry-cin @lilah-asteria @babypeapoddd @kdawgiedawg

[buckrecs]

Ik you have a best friends dad but How about a dbf

DBF!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

tbh i didn’t like dbf bucky before but now …. 😎

Also this is going to be under smut category cuz almost every single one is smut.😏

ONESHOT

unattainable by @heavysoldat

Bucky has a cure for the reader’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

saltwater kisses by @jurassicbarnes

In which he whisks you away on a romantic getaway at his beach house.

Almost Caught by @loveaffaire

Too Young To Love You by @sinner-as-saint

You come home from uni to spend the holidays with your parents. And you find out that your feelings for a certain man named Bucky hasn’t died out completely yet. One look at him and the sparks and butterflies came to life again. However, there are a couple of issues which stand in the way. First, Bucky’s twice your age. And second, he’s your dad’s best friend.

What Goes Around by @navybrat817

Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't.

3 Weeks Waiting by @alwaysf0rev3r

you’ve been hooking up with your dad’s best friend for months, but you accidentally ghosted him during finals week. saying he’s desperate is an understatement.

just between us by @mellowsaturns

you and bucky have a little moment in your bathroom at your family’s brunch.

jade green daydream by @nexusnyx

touch my soul from outside by @buckycuddlebuddy

your father’s best friend, who happens to be your secret boyfriend, knows exactly how to love on you.

vanilla by @buckycuddlebuddy

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

hash brown, egg yolk by @wndalovebot

alone with you by @classylo

quarantining with your dads best friend doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. too bad it also forces you to realize some things… ;)

SERIES

the warmth of winter by @captainsimagines

You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted… for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

the warmth of the future by @/captainsimagines

It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

A Taste for Older Men by @seventven

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.

Peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love. 

just checking in by @wandalovebot

safe and sound by @witchywithwhiskey

you're alone at your parents' summer cottage with your dad's best friend bucky barnes when a thunderstorm strikes in the middle of the night and the childhood fear that has followed you into adulthood rears its head—so all you can do is ask bucky if you can sleep with him.

masterlist by @metalbuckaroo

masterlist by @bucksfucks

masterlist by @goldenjo

masterlist by @becca-e-barnes

masterlist by @anchoeritic

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[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #153

1. Hi! Thank you for all your hard work on this blog! You’re awesome! I’m looking for a fic where Crowley didn’t fall but is hiding as a demon so he can take care of Lucifer on the sly. I’m not sure if it’s the same fic but I recall a part where Crowley deliberately mixes up the children but buys a house near the Young’s and stays on the weekends to take care of Adam? - @alovelyocean

2. Hello, I hope you are doing well! I can't for the life of me remember the name of this fic, and it would be a great help if I could find it again. The fic was in Crowley's POV (3rd person). It was such a poetic fic, there seemed to be little to no storyline, and it just described one situation so beautifully. It was kind of like a worship fic but not exactly. It wasn't sexual at all, just worship-y in a heavily admiring way. It had some nice bright undertones if that makes sense, and it had these entire paragraphs about how Aziraphale looked. There was this small part about them getting a whole lot of money somehow, so Aziraphale could wear fancy stuff, and it was mainly just Crowley admiring him the whole time Thank you for your help, I hope you have a wonderful day :) - @thethirdstageofdeath

3. I'm desperately looking for a fic I read once. I've tried finding it on my own, I even went through some of your tags that I thought it would be in, but no luck so far. From what I remember it's an outsider pov, where Aziraphale goes to a pet shop to get some things for Crowley. The pet shop ends up being run by (and for) witches and familiars. Aziraphale gets mistaken for a witch and Crowley gets mistaken for a familiar, Crowley is also mostly in snake form during this fic but I can't remember why. I don't remember much else about it except it was sweet and silly and I would love to revisit it. I hope you can help me with this. - anon

4. Hello, I'm looking for a fic. It's actually a series, but the description of the first one is the easiest. Basically Aziraphale admits to himself he's in love with Crowley and weird biblical phenomenon start happening, like raining fish, frogs, etc. It gets worse when they get together, for example the first time they kiss he causes an earthquake and almost sets Crowley on fire. I also remember mentions of Aziraphale's eyes reminding Crowley of Tex Avery cartoons, them having tea at Bath, and 'a theologically significant Golden Delicious'. I thought I remembered the title was Still My Heart Is Beating, but AO3 can't find anything by that name. It had two sequels last I checked. It's one of my most favorites in the whole fandom, and I'm really hoping you can help - @little-bloodied-angel

5. Hi, I've sent this before ages ago, but I can't find the response or if you've found this fic. Sorry about that. I lost this fic I loved, and no matter how much I search, I can't find it. This is probably my last attempt to look for it before i accept it may have been deleted. I know it was post show, and Crowley and Aziraphale were living together in a cottage. Crowley's human form begins "cracking," and he and Aziraphale go down to the beach at night to "stretch" out. They essentially remove their forms and show each other their real forms for the first time. While Crowley has a physical demon body, Aziraphale is essentially a ball of light with eyes and wings. Crowley and Aziraphale embrace, and it's basically sex without sex (pretty sure the tags even said something like that), and Crowley felt like he before the fall, being enveloped Aziraphale's light. Their embrace effects the environment around them some and causes some accidental miracles and such, and in the end, they agree they should do it again. Thank you for any help you can give me! Your work is appreciated and very helpful! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[strawberry-jammers]

a child to protect (pt 3)

tommy x child!reader || a fun time

tommy gets cloths for (y/n) to wear in the tundra, and has a little fashion show

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt 4

The next morning Tommy got up to steal more things, and make (y/n) more clothes for colder climates. Tommy whent outside to get some wool, having stolen everything he wanted from technos. He needed to get some supplies for his kid.

Tommy opened the door from the basement, walking outside to the cold air. It smelled of winter goodness and blood. Tommy didnt pay to much mind, not even to the fact he was supposed to be hiding. Tommy started his walk to the forest for some sheep. “I think blue would be a good color, ghostbur would love it-”

“HEH tommy what are you doing near my home??” ah. He forgot about the blade. “Hey hey man hahaha funny seeing you here!” techno growled. “It's literally my home, what are you doing here?” tommy looked at the blade. “This is my home! Technoblade i think you've gone a little crazy there bud.” techno pulled out a pickaxe. “Ill sick this threw your teeth, get out of my house tommy.” “blade blade, this is our house! We own it together-” techno was tired of this. “Wait how long have you been here??” tommy grabbed a grapple. “A day or so.” he bite the golden apple. “That's where all my stuff whe- wait is that mine!!!” tommy walked back inside, albeit quickly and panicky. “Finders keepers, besides it was in our house.” “IT'S LITERALLY NOT YOUR HOUSE!” tommy shook his head, eating the apple. “Do you have any wool or something to make cloths with? I need to make some.” “yeah, your outfit is atrocious, it's also torn up and dirty and stuff.” tommy yelled back, “NOT FOR ME BITCH!” techno stood there a bit confused, until he heard a bell sound from below them. “hEH??”

before

 (Y/n) sat in the room, playing with the stick Tommy gave them months before. They had to wait for their dad to come back, but after awhile they got restless. 

(Y/n) heard loud noises upstairs, but they were more determined to find something new to do. Looking around the room, they saw a gold bell next to the prime log. Eyes sparkling, they crawled over to the bell, holding their stick in hand. Sitting next to the bell, they touched the shiny thing, intrigued. They then had a bright idea

Beat the thing with the stick. 

So they started to bang the bell with the stick. It was loud, very loud, they soon stopped and started crying instead. They were really close to the bell and hurt their ears. A faint “hEH'' was heard upstairs, but (y/n) couldn't hear it over their crying. Tommy quickly climbed down the ladders to get to his child. “Hey hey, shhh it's okay, are you hurt?” tommy asks. Rushing over to the small child. They kept crying, Tommy not knowing what to do. “Shh shh hey hey it's okay, it's okay.” he said softly, trying to calm the child. (y/n) over time stopped crying, feeling more and more sleepy as time went on, all the while techno just stared at them, rightfully confused. Tommy rocked his baby till they fell asleep, placing them in their crib. Tommy looked at his child happily, before turning to the person he was fighting a second ago.

“So, got any wool?”

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Techno, albeit against his will, let tommy and (y/n) stay with him for the time being. In exchange, they had teamed up for the time being. Techno didn't really like his predicament, having to deal with an annoying brat and an orphan, but he had to go with it. The voices enjoyed having the baby around, so techno couldn't kill them.

Shortly after their confrontation, techno went out to gather wool for the two. Tommy took what he had and started to make more clothes for the child. He had learned the basics of sowing from eret way back when, so he tried his best. 

"(Y/n), try this on." The baby looked at him, just wanting to play with the crows that visited often. "No." Tommy sat there, baffled. "D-did you just tell me no??" "No!" "Okay well now you just lying." The kid giggled, continuing to pet the crows. Tommy grabbed his kid, sitting them on his lap. "Your trying this on." The kid pouted, but complied, slipping on the sweater. "Good?" The kid nodded, crawling off tommys lap and sitting with the crows again. 

Tommy sat there for a second, contemplating. "How the fuck do i make pants…"

Tommy had to ask techno if he knew how. He didn't, since he's never had to make pants, so he asked Phil if he had any baby cloths or if he knew how.

“Helloo” techno says as he enters phil's home. “Jesus christ- you know your not allowed in limburg tech.” techno shrugs. “Eh, anyway i came here for something.” phil nodded. “What is it that you need? Ore, food, books-” “i need baby clothes.” “WHAT-” phil wasn't expecting that request. “I need baby clothes, got any? I know wilbur was once a kid so.” phil looked at his old friend questioningly. “Do you have a kid??” techno looked very offended at this. “Ew no id never adopt an orphan. No, tommy needs it.” phil was still confused. “Techno, tommys not a baby-” “NO NOT LIKE THAT! He found a kid so now he's raising them, and they need baby clothes.” phil nodded. “Ohh sorry mate, yeah i think i have some of wilburs old cloths. Lemme go check.”

Phil came back with a bag full of wilburs old clothes, he said just to take it and see which would work for a baby. 

“I wish i could come visit, but tubbo needs me for some fucking reason.” techno nodded. “Thank you phil.” philza smiled. “Anytime, now go, make sure tommy didn't kill any of the animals.” techno panicked. “NO THE TURTLES-” 

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“Okay little (f/i), we’re gonna try this on okay?” (y/n) nodded, ready for the cool new outfit they are gonna get. 

Tommy pushed a mirror in front of the child. “You like it?” they baby wore a striped yellow sweater with some cute little overalls. They also had snow boots and a beanie to go with it. (y/n) smiled, giggling partly at the fact that they were looking at themself. “You look cute big man! Now, lets see if there's anything else you might like.” 

The rest of the day was spent picking out clothes for them, seeing what fit and what they liked. Tommy was having fun with this, so he suggested they do a fashion show for when philza could visit. The kid was excited at this, wanting to meet the all so old philza minecraft. Tommy took care of the clothes that they didn't like or just plain wouldnt fit, while (y/n) messed with the toys that were found in the bag. 

“TECHNOOOO!” tommy yells, climbing up the ladder. “Whaaat.”he says, in the main part of the house. “Can phil come here tomorrow???” techno climbs down the ladder to meet the loud child. “Why?” tommy throws the bag in a random corner. “(y/n) wants to meet phil and show them their outfits.” tommy says, not as loud as before. Techno sighs. “Ill see if he can.” YEEEES!!! (Y/N) (Y/N) I HAVE GOOD NEWS-” tommy yells, climbing down the ladder as fast as possible. Techno chuckled, getting back to what he was doing prior.

The next day, phil came by as requested. He was excited to meet the young child, remembering when wilbur was young. Philza opened the front door of the cottage. “Helloooo.” techno says as always. “Hey mate, how's the wife?” techno snorted. “Great great, sitting in the boat as always.” they stare at edward who was staring at them as always. “In all seriousness, whos taking care of tommy been?” he asks, sitting down at one of the chairs. “Fine fine, nearly lost my hearing but other than that fiiine.” phil chuckled. “yeah he’ll do that.”

Tommy came up stairs, hearing the new presence come into the house. “Phiiilza, big p how you beeeen!” philza stared at him. “Don't call me that. I've been fine, visiting tech whenever i can. I heard your raising a baby? How's that going.” tommy sat in the chair next to the old man. “Great! (y/n)s been great, having spent some time alone, their happy with the constant attention.” tommy says happily. “What do you mean by alone?” phil asked, concerned on what he meant by that. “Uhh, anyways me and (y/n) wanna put on a little show for you! They wanna show off their new outfits.” phil let it slide, not wanting to pry to hard. “Aww mate, i wanna see the outfits.” tommy smiled, running off. “TECHNO SET THE STAGE. (Y/N) GET HYPED!!” techno snorted, displeased.

Philza chuckled at his old friend. “First i let him into my home, not killing his child, and now i'm doing shit for him? Ugh.” techno works on the little stage area for the two kids. “Calm down mate, he's just excited.” techno rolled his eyes, sitting next to phil. 

“WE’RE BACK!!” startling the two old men, Tommy runs up the stairs with (y/n) covered in a small blanket. He says the outfits are a surprise.

“Ready everyone?” phil and techno say yes while (y/n) says no, their favorite word. “Youre not ready (n/n)?” (y/n) shook their head. “Hat!'' Tommy gasped. “Your hat!” tommy grabs (y/n)s hat from the pile that he brought up and put it on their head. “There! Now you ready?” the kid nodded, getting ready for the fashion show they had been preparing for. 

“Okay!! Go little (f/i)!” (y/n) crawled their way in front of the curtain that blocked the old men from seeing the other two. They tried to stand up, having the help of Tommy to get on their feet. They stood proudly, showing off their winter outfit. They adorned a dark green winter coat, with black pants and little snow boots. They also had a grey beanie to add to the outfit. 

They continued this, philza thoroughly enjoyed the show they had put on, and techno thoroughly hated it. He kept trying to leave, but Phil kept dragging the piglin hybrid back to his seat. He didnt wanna ruin the fun the two were having. 

"Tadaaa!!!" (Y/n) said, having finished the show. Phil clapped happily, while techno slowly clapped as to not be the only one not clapping. Tommy picked up the small child, holding them in his arms. "That was fun, right little (f/i)?" Tommy asks. (Y/n) nodded, giggling happily. "Fun!" Philza laughed, standing up. "I better get going, Don't want ghostbur getting worried." "Awwwww buy you haven't fully met (y/n) yeeeet." Tommy complains, Phil just laughs at him. "I'll be back eventually. Now i have to go. Bye (y/n), you did really well back there." "No!" (Y/n) says, even tho they looked pleased with the compliment. 

"Bye everyone, have fun cleaning that up." Phil says, referring to the stage and piles of clothes. Techno snorts in annoyance while Tommy just ignores phil's comment. Philza leaves the house, closing the door behind him. 

"Anyways, have fun with that techno!!" "Oh no you don't! GET BACK HERE!!!"

[snoopdoodle]

snow storm

platonic!ranboo x male!reader

pronouns: he/they

summary: Y/N was an admin on the dreamsmp. They had not wanted to play any part in what was happening around him, not liking the attention that would be given to them. He had made a little cottage further away, in his own little plot, a neutral area in a fitting tundra biome, on their own. Until one day when an enderman-like 16 year old comes around, searching for a good cave without Technoblade and Philza, and not expecting to find a god in a cottage after a snow storm picks up.

SO! I will say that for this one-shot/story, the reader has 4 wings on their back, and keeps their height at around 10’4. They have the ability to change heights, but for this, I wanted to make it so they had intimidation. As a god/admin, the reader already knows Dream, DreamXD, and Philza. Philza spoke to Y/N before, and he would say that they are on the border of friends- ANyway, continue. :)

The winged person looked around. The shine of the morning sun bounced off of the trees in the dense spruce tundra. The sets of wings fluttered on the Admin’s back as he plucked the carrots from the ground. The basket that had been holding got heavier with every crop put in. There was enough food in this 12 x 23 crop bed to last for years. And it did. The god was at the ripe age of 12, 914, which in a god’s case, was pretty fucking old. Yet, the admin still had the face of a 24 year old. A slight stubble appeared on his chin, which he would have to shave later. The snow had begun to pick up, and the temperature had decreased a bit more. A storm was brewing around him, and they didn’t want to have to get caught in the rapid-growing cold any longer. 

 The god had used one of his wings to block his face, and the other 3 to wrap around himself to preserve heat. Y/N walked up to the entrance of the house, ducking down when he made it into the 9-foot-tall door frame. They walked inside the cottage immediately taking in the heat. Hey, you might be wondering, ‘Why doesn’t Y/N just use their powers to make himself warmer?’ You then might think, ‘That’s not how his powers work, probably.’ Well, I hate to break it to ya, but they can exactly do that. And no, they aren’t too lazy to do it, and no, they know how to. It’s just that he doesn’t. They had been living in a “survival” set mind for so long that he just doesn't see the need to anymore. Sitting down on the large leather chair they made, he heaved a sigh.

His wings scrunched uncomfortably behind him. He chuckled a bit as he felt a touch to his wings. “Hello there, chat,” He greeted the shadow-like figure. They were about 5’5 in height, happily preening their wings. That was a figure that had many different voices. All telling him to do different things. Some asked to go mining, some asked if they could feel the crops, others wanted to sleep, and his favorites were the ones who begged to feed the farm animals. He laughed again, as Chat had pulled a wing, tickling them. A knock interrupted his thoughts and laughter.

“Hello?” A muffled voice came through the thick dark-oak door. Y/N put on a stoic face, nodding for chat to hide in their room. Chat nodded and ran off. Another knock came as Y/N stood on their feet. They grabbed an enchanted netherite axe and walked over to the door. “H-Hello? Is someone there…?” The same voice came again, this time fear laced in every word. Y/N realized that this was the voice of a child now. He put down his weapon and opened the door, only to be met with a half and half person. Their eyes were heterochromic, one a deep red and the other was a forest green. The boy looked up after begging startled by the door opening, only to be met with a 4 winged person who rivaled his height. “Come in,” Y/N spoke, with a caring tone, ushering the boy in, knowing full well why he needed to get inside.

“Th-Thanks,” The boy stuttered due to the chattering of his teeth. Y/N found this fatherly instinct that he decided to put to use, wrapping the boy in a blanket that was on the end of the couch and starting up a fire. His wings fluttered with delight at the boy’s smile. “I’m Y/N.” They started simply before jogging into the kitchen. “Stay there!” He yelled from the other side of the room, “ I’ll make you some warm food!” The half enderman nodded, even though it went unseen. He began to scooch closer to the fire that the stranger had put on ever-so-kindly for him. He smiled and pulled out his memory book, nerves still on high alert as he saw weapons hanging on the wall and one on the ground by the door.

‘A person by the name of Y/N let me in their home during the snowstorm. They have 4 wings, pretty (color) hair and (color) eyes. They seem nice, but I still should be weary as of right now.

-8:24pm’

He closed the book as soon as the ink dried and put the bok back into his inventory. Y/N had walked in right as he put the book up.

“AH, good, you’re heating up. Anyway, there is some steak. It warmed it up in one of my furnaces, but if you don’t want it, it’s fine.” Y/N gave a soft smile, still trying to keep their stoic face on. The boy smiled back but it was strained due to the cold. Y/N took a few steps towards the boy, still not trying to scare him. He seemed to realize this, but stood still. They walked over to him and sat a few blocks away, the heat of the fire radiating off the wood. The enderman stood still, not knowing what to do. "I’m sorry to sound rude, but do you think you could give me your name?” He asked kindly. The younger nodded his head a tad bit. Y/N decided to sit down.“My n-name is Ranboo.” He spoke, teeth still chattering a tad. The man smiled and knocked on the floor twice, telling chat it would be ok to come back out. "Alright then Ranboo, We'll wait for the storm to pass and I'll help you get home after, sound good?" Ranboo smiled, looking at the man again. "Yeah, sounds great."

FIRST POST AHHH!!! START SENDIN' REQUESTS !! :D

[saichihara]

May i request, komeada, Korekiyo, and Makoto with a Tall! male!S/o who gets jealous when they talk to others, and when jealous he acts on it, and when i say act on it, i mean he'll pick them up and off with them, While they're in the middle of a conversation, like "oh, you were talking to kyoko about the upcoming class trial? Why should i believe that?"

Makoto, Nagito, and Korekiyo with a Jealous!S/O

mod shus note: aaa im sorry this took so long to get out, ive been busy w rlly tedious school stuffs,,, also!! i didnt know how tall you wanted the reader to be, so i made him around 5'10-5'11 :)

requests are currently open!

warnings: jealousy!

. makoto damn near screams when you suddenly picked him up in the middle of his conversation with kirigiri

. "GAH-??? wh- y/n.??! what—" "catch up with you later, kirigiri!"

. kirigiri : 😟 what did i just witness

. naegi just stayed there over your shoulder, trying to think why you scooped him up like nothing?? he might have thought about you killing him once or twice

. but he came to the conclusion of you being jealous and litrlly said in his head "oh- ohhh- OHHH-"

. you bring him to your um

. apartment?? whats the word the small house in the killing game dorm???

. whatever you bring him there and sit down with him on your bed, "im sorry 'koto, i got a little jealous . . . "

. "oh, its ok! i know :D!! lets just spend time together then <3"

"huh? s/o, is something wrong? youre clinging to my jacket and—"

. he didnt see it coming tbh

. why are you picking trash like him up? what did he do to deserve this? how are we already back at your cottage-

. he was confused before, but when you place him gently on your bed and just hug him ???? what ?????

. "whats wrong, s/o? surely there must be something if you thought thrash like me would be comfortable to lay on-"

. "i got jealous that mikan was taking up all of your time,, you looked really happy talking to her and,, i dunno."

. fuck you made him cry

. "*sniff* s/o, i have no intention of ever leaving you! i was made to be your step towards hope! i would never stop until you thrive with your spectacular ultimate title!"

. "good"

. korekiyo 100% reads you like a book

. whether you like it or not, he always knows when something is wrong and he knows how to act on it!

. when you tug on his sleeve a little, he knows why, and he knows how you react to certain things he does or things around you

. shinguji politely excuses himself from his and rantaros conversation, "excuse me rantaro, i have to pick something up from my lab, i'll catch up with you later?"

. patting your back, he brings you to his lab and the two of you sit on his stairs and talk about random topics

. "do walls and things see you when you change? do they breathe through the air conditioning???"

"thats impossible, s/o. walls have no eyes, therefore they cannot see."

[spartanguard]

lakeside lovin’

Summary: Emma and Killian. On a dock. By a lake. Loving each other. *swoon* 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST RED VELVET CUPCAKE IN THE WORLD, @xpumpkindumplingx​!!!!!!!!!! One of these years, we’ll actually be able to celebrate in person, but until then, let me just say it’s been such a joy to become your friend through this fandom and our adventures in Chicago and Mackinac have been among my favorites <3 HAVE THE MOST LOVELY BIRTHDAY, A!!!

this fic was partly inspired by said Mackinac adventure, but mostly by A’s appreciation of guys in gray sweatpants ;) it’s modern AU, established relationship, but not any particular universe; just some romance on the water. Hope you enjoy it!!

rated M | 1.3k words | AO3

Emma sat on the edge of the dock, dipping her toes into the icy water. It had been a bit of a hike, driving out to Mary Margaret’s family cabin on Lake Huron all the way from Boston, but it had turned out to be so worth it: a week with just their friends, in a gorgeous cottage by a huge lake with deep, crystal blue water.

She took another sip from her can of hard cider and leaned back. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to the drive back tomorrow, even if it meant they got to stop at that great grilled cheese place in Cleveland, but this had been a perfect vacation—just what she needed to rest and recharge before returning to her not-exactly-relaxing life.

For now, though, she was going to enjoy her drink and watch the changing colors of the sky as the sun set behind her. The sounds of laughter and crackling fire were filtering down from closer to the house, and she’d head up there in a bit, but she was enjoying her solitude for the moment.

“Might I join you, love?”

Well, she had been. But this interruption was welcome.

He didn’t wait for an answer as he came to stand next to her, nudging her hand with his long toes. She turned to look, and what caught her eyes first was a familiar, faded, favorite pair of gray sweatpants; as she scanned higher, she noticed that was all he wore, and his chest hair was still sticking to his lightly tanned skin as he air-dried from a shower. At the top, she was greeted by Killian’s signature crooked grin, dimples cutting into his freshly trimmed scruff, and a wild mop of dark hair that threatened to hang into his eyes, the blue of which rivaled the lake.

“Always,” she finally replied.

He first set his beer down next to her, then used his hand to help himself take a seat on her left; he hadn’t put his prosthesis back on his left wrist after his shower, evidently, which was good—he was usually self conscious about his scars, but seeing him so relaxed about it was nice. 

He didn’t say anything once he sat, just enjoyed the tranquility of the water with her, punctuated by sips from his drink. Eventually, she put her head on his shoulder, savoring the feel of his warm skin under her cheek. When he finished his beer, he wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer as the sun continued its descent, and stars began to become visible overhead. She knew the sky would be bright orange when they left in the morning, especially as the sun rose out of the lake, but for now, it was still that navy-indigo color of twilight.

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

And then his fingers brushed their way up her side, against the skin under the edge of her tshirt.

So her kisses moved north, along his neck and against his sharp jaw.

Before she knew it, she was straddling his cotton-clad lap, sharing languid kisses as her hands gripped his strong shoulders, anchoring her in place. She couldn’t help but press her hips against him; he just had that effect on her. And, thanks to his well-worn selection in pants, she knew the feeling was mutual—could feel the growing hardness in those sweats through her own thin leggings.

She pulled away just enough to shimmy those down her legs, biting back a gasp at the cooling night air on her skin (particularly where she was wet and wanting). And she was ready for him to do the same—she could see the outline of his arousal quite easily through the gray fabric—but he wrapped his blunted left arm around her waist and his fingers reached for her core. 

She was hardly going to complain about this delay—especially once his talented digits brushed against her entrance, then again inside. She arched into it as she found his lips again, and each pass of his fingers through her sex found her getting more and more keyed up, sweat breaking out on her skin in spite of the chill in the air.

He had her nearing the edge, almost to the point of pure bliss, but then eased back before she could cross that threshold. She was almost disappointed, but then he was shifting under her, carefully moving his own pants away to let his cock (finally) spring free.

Wordlessly, in a well-rehearsed motion, she sank down onto his erection; there was something extra thrilling about knowing their friends weren’t all that far away—the din of conversation just reached their ears—and yet, they were down here having a private moment. 

He started to talk but she silenced him with her mouth, not wanting to break the quiet spell that had fallen on them. Instead, she began to move, drawing a low moan from him that vibrated all through her, spurring her on.

Thank god the dock was stable, otherwise she might fear for its structural integrity as she continued; she was worried enough about splinters in sensitive areas, given the way Killian was somehow meeting her press for press. It didn’t take long to get where she’d been earlier and past it, each stroke of his generous length against her inner walls bringer her nearer and nearer to her undoing.

Killian’s breathing grew more erratic under her, his movements more stuttered; he was close, too—but not as close as her. She tried to slow down so they could come together, but he wasn’t having it. “Let go,” he whispered in a raspy voice—and she did.

Now it was his turn to quiet her with a kiss, lest she shout out in rapture as she finally climaxed, letting the ebbing waves of pleasure finally crash over her. He continued to move under until he, too, reached his peak, pulsing inside her.

Neither made an effort to separate as they came down; if anything, they moved closer, he wrapping his arms around her tighter and her nestling her head into his neck, taking a deep whiff of him—the clean scent of his body wash paired with his spicy natural musk (it was her favorite smell, and the fresh lake air was a close second). 

“I love you,” she sighed, once her breath came back to her.

“I love you too, darling,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And how would you feel about round two?”

“Mm, yes please,” she said.

Still holding her close, he propped himself on his left arm to roll them over onto her back—

—but misjudged, or forgot which way he was rolling, because suddenly they were both splashing into the cold water of the lake. It was unexpected and disorienting and definitely put a damper on what they were about to continue to do.

“Love, are you alright?” Killian asked, panicked, when Emma finally broke the surface; at least the water was fairly shallow, but still deep (and cold) enough to drown any other plans. 

“Y-yeah,” she answered, pushing her hair out of her face as she waded back to him as quick as she could (which wasn’t fast enough). “Th-that d-dn’t work out-t,” she stammered. 

“Fraid not; I’m sorry,” he said, hugging her close to try to warm her. “Let’s get up to the fire,” he directed.

There was a ladder, thankfully, so getting out of the water wasn’t an issue. There would surely be questions from their friends when they got back to the house—or maybe not; it wasn’t hard to guess what they were up to. And the dusty path that lay ahead was bound to be agony on their bare feet.

But once they had changed into dry clothes and were cuddled close under a blanket, under the stars, she didn’t care. How could she, when she had the most perfect man, in the most perfect spot—and he was wearing another perfect pair of sweats?

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 24 April 1839

8 10/..

12 ¾

fine sunny morning but highwish wind – downstairs at 9 25/.. – breakfast immediately and sat over it talking till 12 – in the meanwhile (about 10) had had Robert Jeffrey, Marian’s gardener – aet. 32 but looking more? littleish man – good countenance – looks steady and trusty, but not as if a 1st rate gardener – the gardener at Cave castle would speak as to his gardening knowledge – a 2nd wife by whom no family – one daughter aet. 9 by the former wife does not live with them – his clerkship makes £6 or £7 per annum but has to walk 300 miles or more for it in the course of the year – has 3/. a day – I said that would be about 345 per annum which with his house and all taxes paid would be what I should think of offering him if I thought more about him – would let Miss Marian know his wife could wash – he pays £12 a year at present for his house and 2 acres of land – could manage ½ as much in garden single handed – does not now keep a cow – has no convenience – told Marian she ought not to starve – no! she takes her 2 glasses of wine after dinner and generally a little weak brandy and water at night – this latter part of the story I said I did not much recommended – but she ought to take the best brandy if any – tasted what she had – said it was not the best – said nothing but thought and talked to A- afterwards of sending her some – at 12 looked over the house and garden – Marian very neat in black silk yesterday and a pretty light mousseline de laine this morning well made by Mrs. Walker, dressmaker, Micklegate York for 11/. all included – told Marian I did not dare say much about it, but if possible A- would pay for Lee lane before we went – not to be named but hoped to be off in Easter week – said I would see Mr. Parker and Holt, and see what could be done about Highroyds, and would write as soon as I could give any good information – gave her the little Lampe we bought her

SH:7/ML/E/23/0028

in Paris – poor Marian! evidently pleased at our visit, and at the remembrance – what a pity it is so impossible to influence her, to persuade her to get rid of her troubles, mend her income and her position in society, and be what she might be – off from Mill cottage Northcave at 12 35/.. – sorry the cave horses could only take us to Market W- wanted – took us the six miles in ¾ hour – agreeably surprised to find good horses, and neat good postboy and off in 5 minutes from the Devonshire arms, Market Weighton – at Walmgate bar (York) at 3 35/.. – having asked the man to take me into Micklegate to make calls stopt at the Miss Cromptons’ door at 3 ¾ and A- and I there ½ hour the 3 Misses C- particularly Henrietta (Miss C- in London with her sister Lady Herries, Bolton street, at the back of Clarges street) keeping us standing talking the last 10 minutes – A- acquitted herself very fairly – off from the C-‘s at 4 ¼, and alighted at the Duffins’ – found Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax of Newton Kyme at luncheon there but they soon went away – Mr. F- would I saw have shaken hands but I did not shew any sign of it talked to Mrs. F- who sat next me Mrs. Fairfax quite grey, and looking much aged – left A- with Mrs. D- while rapped at the door of Mrs. Anne and Miss Gage – not at home – no card – left compliments – then admitted for a minute or 2 at Mrs. Yorkes’ – saw her and Miss Y- the latter looking fatter and better than when I saw her last – Mrs. D- saying IN. had told her we were to dine there today, I thought there must be some mistake (left the D-s at 5 5/..) and on reaching the George Inn, left A- to get out of the carriage by herself, and I ran off to the N-‘s – found Isabella – no thought of our dining there – no! we had excused ourselves – all right – said we would go in the evening if we could – home at 5 ¾ - had Shackleton to dress our hair – dinner at 6 ½ to 7 ½ - A- and I out at 7 40/.. – called and sat 1/4 hour with Mrs. Henry Belcombe she as if not knowing how I should receive   saluted  kissed her as formerly and all was right  Mrs. H.S.B. gave the same sort of account of her daughter Mariana that Miss Belcombe had done on Monday from which it seems the complaint is all upon the nerves, and with some great exertion or fight on the part of the sufferer (aet. 17) might perhaps be taken off – long talk with Miss Belcombe about it – I said I had known a very similar case of that wish to continue in bed (thought of Miss Alexander) and were I in charge of the girl, I would carefully arrange all so that no real harm could be done, and then I would contrive to set the bed on fire – Mrs. Lawton would be best person to plan the thing – Dr. and Mrs. B- should be both away – called to inquire after old Mrs. Belcombe – went in for one minute but did not see her, tho’ better today – ill yesterday – her stomach out of order – much changed I suppose – constantly labours under the idea that she cannot live – has repeatedly and obstinately fancied herself dying – at the N-s’ at 8 5/.. – tea and coffee – sat talking till 11 5/.. and home at 11 ¼ - talked of travelling etc. etc. advised their by all means going to Munich, and on mentioning A-‘s wish to see Berlin, CN. owned this was one of her wishes – they will probably sail from Hull to Rotterdam – take no one but Cooper – perseveringly avoid saying where they think of going – fine day

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Fooling You? Series

Fooling You? Chapter 5: Leave it up to boys to ruin plans

Warnings: swearing

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Chapter 5: Leave it up to boys to ruin plans

I woke up early this morning after having such a vivid dream I can barely remember now. I looked at my clock on my nightstand saying it was only 7 am. Lily said we are going to leave at 9 so I still had about an hour or so until I needed to get ready. So I quietly tried not to disturb the others as I went to the bathroom and got ready and change into some leggings I had grabbed from the chest and then grabbed a hoodie as well. I slipped them on along with some shoes and left the room. I made sure to grab my wand on the way out and had it sit in my hoodie pocket.

I made my way down the stairs and there was only a couple people in the commons and the head boy and girl of the school posting something on the board wall. 

“Goodmorning! y/n isn't?” The head girl, Michelle, I believe is what her name is asks.

“Yes, Goodmorning.”

“Ah, how are you adjusting?”

“Fine. Say is breakfast ready yet?”

“Oh yes. You know how to get to the Great hall?” She asks and I nod with a smile and bid her goodbye. 

I make my way out of the common rooms and towards the ever changing staircases. Once I missed my stop a couple times I finally hop off and make my way to the Great Hall feeling more hungry than before. I see that there is food spread about the tables like crackers and cheese, fruits, and various breads. 

The plates and cups are all aligned for every student who may come in. Since school doesn't start for another few days, it's pretty scarce in here. I do however notice that a student wearing a red unlined robe sits at the far right table so I make my way over there and take a seat randomly and away from anyone else. I help myself to some grapes, banana, and a buttered croissant. I reach for a cup and it automatically fills orange juice. 

God, I’m going to miss coffee. Maybe I could buy some in Hogsmeade.

I enjoy my breakfast thinking quietly to myself until someone sits across from me. She is an older woman, a professor I assume. She smiles sweetly at me and I try to return the smile back without looking confused. 

“Good Morning. I wanted to personally introduce myself, I am Professor Mcgonagall of Transfiguration and head professor of the gryffindor house. Also the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts.” She explains herself. 

“Wow, quite the title you have. They should just call you queen.” I joke to lighten the mood. Is this normal? Since when did teachers make time for students?

“Oh you flatter me dear. I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything especially personal if you feel uncomfortable going to Dumbledore about it, I am here for you. I unfortunately couldn’t meet with you yesterday, but I at least wanted to make my acquaintance known.”

“Of course. Thank you Professor Mcgonagall.”

“Right, well I’ll excuse myself now. Welcome to Hogwarts.” She smiles and I can truly smile back as she leaves. 

I see more students enter the Great Hall and I finish my OJ and banana and leave the Great Hall to avoid further interaction from anyone who might want to question who the new girl is. I slip out of the Great hall and take my time walking back to the tower taking the long way instead of those confusing staircases. After leaving the Great Hall I reach the viaduct and take a moment looking at the view and breathing in the morning air. I see a couple of owls pass by in the sky most likely delivering letters. I exit the viaduct and back into the school building but now I am faced with two ways to go.

Left or Right? Shit I should've taken the map and there’s someone coming so I can’t use apparition that will look suspicious. I could summon the map. 

“Are you lost?” I hear someone say pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and I see him. Sharp jawline, star like eyes, and cherry lips against his pale skin. Damn he looks fresh out of a portrait. 

I stumble on my words until I finally breathe out, “Yes.” 

He looks me over curiously and then takes a cautious step forward. I remain still, entranced by how handsome he is. “Where do you need to go?”

“Gryffindor tower.” I could've sworn in that moment I heard him mumble ‘shame’. Shame indeed. Shit what am I thinking?! I don’t even know his name. 

“You are going to take a left through there and cross the stone bridge and then head straight and the tower is at the end.” He explains as he extends his arm and the flex of his bicep tighten the loose black button up he has on. I try to breathe as he looks back at me. 

“Thank you um…” 

“Regulus. Regulus Black.” He says with an air about him that makes him stand tall. 

“Thank you Regulus.” 

“Of course, but it’s only fair if in return I get to learn your name.” He says with a smirk.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“You as well.” and we part ways. I pinch my cheeks to defuse the blush, but I think I only made it worse. I finally get back to the gryffindor tower and head to the room. I walk in the room and it is a mess and the girls are yelling amongst themselves. 

“What’s going on?” I question shutting the door. 

“Oh thank merlin, where were you?” 

“I went out for some breakfast and then I got lost.” I explain by leaving out some details.

“Oh, see, I knew we should have gone out and looked for her.” Marlene says. 

“And we were just about to if you didn’t just show up just now.” Lily explains.

“It’s okay really. I need to get familiar anyways since I'll be here for a while, right.” I state back to them. 

“Right then, well it’s almost 9 so let's get dressed and head to Hogsmeade.” Lily says. I make my way over to the closet and pull out a black turtleneck shirt and some sneakers along with a jean skirt and cropped jean jacket. I get dressed and put my hair in a ponytail and added some chapstick to my lips knowing they were going to get chapped in this weather boarderlining winter. I pulled my mother's necklace from my nightstand drawer and clipped it on. Then grabbed my cross body bag. The others dressed similarly for the weather. A mix of fall and winter. 

Enter Hogsmeade

Once we entered the village, the shops filled with some people passing through making their way from shop to shop. Hogsmeade was a homely village, with pointed top cottages and shops of variety. I can smell something sweet and spicy in the air, it must be the drink everyone has in hand coming out of a place called Madam Puddifoots’ Tea Shop. I hear laughter coming from another end of the street where we walk at another shop called Zonko's Joke Shop. 

“Say Lily won’t you take her to the quill and cauldron shop, maybe Dervish and Banges. Me and Dorcas will head to Gladrags and then meet you guys at Honeydukes.” Marlene says as she shares her idea. 

“Why Honeydukes?” Lily questions. 

“Because she must try butterbeer and I’m starving.” Marlene groans. 

“Here since you’re getting the outfits.” I say pulling out some galleons in a small coin sack. They all look at me incredulously. 

“Well, you didn’t tell us you were loaded.” Marlene exclaims at the bag of gold. 

“I’m not, really.” I say shaking my head. I used mainly american dollars in the U.S. and sometimes wizarding money, but it was easier to transfer american money so that my relation to Grindelwald wasn’t known. 

“Darling, it’s okay. I’m paying for everyone’s clothes today. My treat for bursting in yesterday.”

“You mean all summer.” Lily mumbles. 

“You can say that again.” Dorcas remarks.

“Har Har, Lily fire and I’m hurt D. Spicy this morning aren’t we?” Marlene says sarcastically. 

“Just go!” Lily says and pushes Marlene away. Meanwhile Lily takes me to the quill shop where I can get more ink and paper. I also grab some envelopes hoping Lily doesn’t see it as I purchase them quickly. Then we stop at Ceridwen's Cauldron, where I buy a small silver cauldron and then we make our way to the herbology shop where I gather fluxweed, dittany (that I could easily use as an aphrodisiac), ginger, and valerian. However I couldn’t find moly, a special flower that can allow my body to counteract any enchantments used on me. 

I go up to the counter and purchase my items and ask the lady who is packaging my items,”Do you by chance sell Moly?”

She looked up at me slowly and then looked me over curiously. “What do you want with Moly?”

I challenge her stare, “I’ll need it to reverse the effects of the valerian if something goes wrong.” 

“Hmm, that you will. Best not put yourself in a deep sleep, deary. However the moly will cost extra.” She states. 

“I think I’ll have enough.” I say putting the coin sack of galleons on the counter. She smiles at this and goes to the back to get the package of Moly. 

“3 galleons.” She says with an obvious devious smile. I place the coins on the counter and take my bag of herbs and leave the shop as Lily follows behind saying goodbye to the lady. 

“Everything okay back there?” Lily asks. 

“Yeah. I got everything I need. Should we head to Honeydukes was it?”

“Yes, let’s go.” Lily connects our arms together as we walk the streets to get to a place called Honeydukes. Lily and I are laughing and talking about the shops and the people in the village and what we think they are up to. She stops abruptly and lets go of my arm. I look towards her confusingly. 

“Lily?” I ask trying to see what she’s looking at. 

She turns around abruptly and smiles at me, “I saw a friend in there that I haven’t seen for a while. Do you mind if I go say hi?” 

“No not all. I saw the post office two shops back, I think it’s high time I write a letter to my friends in America.”

“Great. I’ll come find you then, I shouldn’t be long.” She says and rushes into what seems like a pub called, Three Broomsticks Inn.

Marauders 3rd POV

Lily rushes into the pub and quickly and furiously makes her way over to the four boys who all have their heads down knowing what’s coming towards them. 

“WHAT THE HELL are you guys doing here?” She seathed. 

“Lily darling, what a lovely surprise!” James grimaced trying to ease the fire in her. 

“Shut it James!” Lily snaps. “Black what the hell, we told you we could handle ourselves.”

“Aww Lily don’t be like that. We are just here in case.” He whined. 

“Look and listen carefully to the words coming out of my mouth. We are fine. They won’t dare come here. Diagon Alley, for sure, but here never. It’s too crowded with students and teachers from Hogwarts that we would be able to sniff them out. Go! NOW. We are fine and everything is well.”

“Sirius I think we should go.” Remus pipes in and Peter nods in agreement. 

“Right, where is this new bestie of yours?” Sirius pried.

“She’s at the post office. Said something about writing a letter to her friends in America.”

“Oh you can’t be this dull.” Sirius says. Lily gasps in shock and her anger intensifies.

“Padfoot.” James states. 

“Here we go.” Remus says and takes a sip of his tea. 

“What did you just say about me?” Lily presses her hands down on the table leaning towards Sirius. 

“What if she is writing a letter to well you know or maybe someone in connection.” He explains quickly slightly fearing her wrath. 

“You think I didn’t think about that? Dumbledore has someone in there to infiltrate her letters.”

“He does?” James questions. 

“Yes, maybe if you boys paid attention in the meetings you would know that we have put in place a way to intercept any communication she has. Even the letters.” 

“Well damn.” Sirius mutters. 

“Go back to the school boys. The party isn’t going to plan itself.” 

“Will do, mlady.” James says with a big smile on his face and adoration in his eyes. 

“Fuck off, Potter.” She says and walks away from the boys, hiding the small smile on her lips. 

Y/n POV

I go into the post office and head to the counter. A man sits there stamping off envelopes and a woman on the other end is helping someone else out. I also see some elves attending to the mail and owls in their cages. I walk over to the small island made for people to write off their letters. I pull out a paper and ink with my wand but disguise it with a spell to make it look like a quill. 

I write out my letter to look like it was ordinary and directed to my friends back in America. Then I look around to make sure no one sees and blow across the paper with blue fire and I quickly whisper what I want to really say as the paper fills with my words and disappears. I sign it and envelope it to an address that is in America, but will be rerouted to Austria once it goes to transport and the real address will reveal itself. Grindelwald taught me this secret way of communication when I left for america. Taught how to use the blue fire to conceal the truth of things you want hidden. It's undetectable but takes skill and focus. I have been doing it so long it comes easy to me now, yet if anyone knew I would be suspected for dark magic. I put the letter in the post box outside so I won’t have to explain the faraway address. 

“Did you get to write your letter?” Lily says as she approaches me. 

“Yes. I only hope it gets to them safely.” I smile and we take off to honeydukes. 

By the time we get to Honeydukes, it's noon and Marlene gushes to us all the clothes and accessories she bought and how great we are going to look tonight at the party. We all ordered lunch and I got to try butterbeer for the first time. It's like butterscotch candy mostly, its sweet deliciousness coats my tongue and I order another once I'm done. I wonder what kind of treats the party will hold tonight. Maybe I’ll finally meet “the boys” and see the one I ran into this morning.

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Blood Bound [Prologue]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: Witch rituals, crystal rituals, implied minor character death/violence.

A/N:

Please tell me what you think! I clearly had to take advantage of a full moon on Friday the 13th!

Also:

If you are a practicing witch/Wiccan/pagan/literally anyone who uses these rituals, I am truly sorry if it comes off as malpractice of sorts. If there is something blatantly wrong, please tell me! I want to fix it if it is. Other than that, I respect all religions, and my little witch coven here (as well as the other supernatural creatures to be featured later) will be a mix of different religions and cultures of these mythologies, as well as my own little spices are thrown into the mix. Hope you all understand, hope you enjoy it :D

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Unnerving Darkness. Unforgiving Cold. The bright full moon’s light hidden by the thick branches of the forest, suffocating the very life force of its inhabitants. Running. Falling. Mesmerizing and haunting crimson red eyes. Shining white fangs. A piercing scream. Birds desperate to escape the horror. Smothering silence. A ravenous thirst quenched. For now.

Vampire. Dhampir. Vaimpír. Strigoi. Moroi.

Ever since you were a child you grew up on the stories of the mythical and supernatural. While many of your human friends thought these were simply bedtime stories, you knew better. Vampires, Werewolves, Fae, Witches. Every children’s story was real. But it was more horrific than the mortal world knew. During the Dark Ages, being born or made to have the Curse meant a death sentence, and to this day it means the Fae are a dying breed. Since then, many supernatural beings kept themselves hidden away. Protected. Safe.

You never really understood exactly what they did wrong, but your mother had always told you that there was one especially evil of the Nocturnal creatures. Vampires. You grew up on the twisted stories of bloodsuckers killing innocents for their own fun and games, that they turned their back on the witches. Once the dust settled, they became mortal enemies.

As most nocturnal creatures slunk back into the night, you did as well, naturally born with what the Mortals once called the Curse. Magic. Natural, given at birth magic was one of the most powerful forces on the planet. It kept you hidden, you own sense of survival kept small magical barriers on you, as your magic was in tune to your thoughts.

Now, you had to stay calm. A full moon meant crystal recharging rituals with the Coven. A simple spell, really, but necessary to align everything in your shop and in each other’s magic for the next month. So, you sat in the meadow behind your cottage/shop in the woods. The nearby townsfolk were well aware of your “natural remedies,” as you mixed modern medicine with your magic. That’s how you were able to afford a two-story house with a few acres of land. Small town, not to busy shop, peaceful life, happy witch.

Natasha sat to your left, Wanda to your right, Carol was just beyond Wanda, and Maria was just to the left of Natasha. Your coven may have been small, and for bigger rituals you tended to ask nearby covens for help, but this was your family. All of your necessary crystals laid at your feet, as Natasha begun the ritual, just as the moon peeked over the clouds. A September full moon, the Harvest moon in particular, shone brightly, reflecting in the multitude of crystals that laid at your feet. Amethyst, selenite, agate, rose quartz, and turquoise, were your main crystals tonight.

Wanda lit the incense as the Coven spoke the words they wanted to purge from themselves this moon cleanse. Yet just as the circle finished, the world seemed to darken. The wind howled, thrashing the branches of the nearby tree line. The Coven looked around, suddenly on defense for whatever was out there. Just as the incense and lit candles sparked, the stones seemed to crack.

An anguished scream shrieked into the night air. The Coven now on their feet, bare toes against the grass as they prepared for a fight. A horrendous craacckkturned attention to the stones in between the circle. The turquoise crystals were shattered, dust already being carried into the night as the wind slowed just before extinguishing the candles and incense.

Natasha was the first to move, sheathing her protection dagger, taking a step towards the inner circle of crystals. “Only the turquoise seems to have broken, but it’s completely gone.”

“The stone of protection,” you almost whined out loud. Whatever forces were out there seemed strong enough to demolish your protections from a distance.

“Something’s coming, and I don’t think we will be strong enough to defeat it on our own, Sisters,” Wanda spoke, Carol nodding.

“I’ll contact the Covens to the West, Maria you contact the East, Nat South, Wanda North. Y/N, see if you can do a location spell or foresight spell. We need to know what’s coming and you are better at those spells. Tomorrow night on the second night of the full moon, we’ll recharge our protection barriers, and then contact the Council. Whatever’s out there…” Carol paused, the witches in the circle just as spooked by whatever or whoever broke the stones. “We need to be ready.”

As the Coven nodded and quickly grabbed the supplies, rushing into your cottage home. As everyone was inside, you took one last glance towards the wood line, a shadow catching your attention. Yet there seemed to be nothing there. You knew better than to believe that. You pushed your hands up in a wave, reestablishing the protection barrier on the house. With one last look you couldn’t help but feel a tug towards the woods. Something wasn’t just out there. It seemed like it was out there for you.

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Being a with Bri and your brother Rog does a thing because your his baby sister and his best mate can’t just date you with D19, L1 and O9. And Rog is the non-believer, reader the believer (or knowledgeable and respectful and Bri the skeptic)

D19 You didn’t tell me someone was murdered here! L1 Haunted/abandoned house O9 Ouija board

You shivered and rubbed your arms, the chilly October air making goosebumps erupt across your skin. Brian noticed, shrugged his jacket off, and offered it to you.

“Here, Y/N, “ he said, draping it across your shoulders.

You smiled, putting your arms through the sleeves and wrapping it tighter around you. It smelled like him, so you inhaled deeply.

“Thanks, Brian,” you replied.

“Let’s get a move on,” Roger interjected, effectively spoiling the moment.

You rolled your eyes. You were beginning to feel that being honest with Roger was a mistake. But when you and Brian had admitted your attraction, he insisted on telling Roger. He actually said that he would not take you out until Roger had given his approval. Roger had given it, after a brutal row with you at home, but he was still being such a stupid big brother about the whole thing. When you’d told him you and Brian were seeing each other on Halloween, he said he was coming with you, wherever you were going. His exact words were something along the lines of “He’s not sneaking you off to some dodgy old building for a shag, not with my sister.”

“Here we are,” Brian said. “The Jordan house.”

You all came to a stop and gazed at the deteriorating cottage. It was a bit of a local legend that the place was haunted, but you’d never heard the story behind whatever ghost lived there. You were intrigued by the idea of ghosts, and a firm believer in the paranormal. Roger was open minded, but Brian was a skeptic. So you agreed that Halloween was a perfect day to test the waters. You had a Ouija board and everything.

“I did a bit of research,” Brian said as the three of you walked through the door. “Turns out, the ghosts that haunts this place is supposed to be Mrs. Jordan. Her husband killed her after finding out about an alleged affair with another man.”

“You didn’t tell me someone was murdered here!” you gasped.

“Does that make a difference?” he wondered.

“Spirits of people who died violently are often angry and hurt,” you said. “It may not be safe to talk to them.”

You watched him struggle to not roll his eyes.

“It’s a ghost, what harm could she do?” he asked.

“Honey, you need to take this more seriously,” you replied.

“Let’s just try it,” Roger said irritably. “And don’t call him honey, it makes me crazy.”

“What should I call him, then?” you bit back.

“He’s got a name, hasn’t he?” he returned.

“Alright, let’s begin, shall we?” Brian said before you could retort.

He placed the board on the floor. He sat cross-legged before it, and you took a seat next to him. Roger sat on the other side of you and the three of you began the session. Nerves stirred in your stomach as you thought of what you might encounter. The guys told you to take the lead. Then, the planchet began to move. It stopped on HELLO.

You heart skipped a beat. Roger and Brian exchanged a surprised glance.

“H-hello,” you said. “Is there someone here with us?” 

It slid over YES.

“Are you doing that?” Roger demanded.

“No!” you cried. “Brian?”

“It’s not me,” he insisted.

Triumphantly, you decided to press on.

“If it’s Mrs. Jordan here, can you tell us your first name?” you requested.

She obliged, spelling out A-N-N-A. 

“Anna,” you said, nearly laughing at Brian and Roger’s gaping mouths. “Did you really have an affair outside your marriage?”

It slid slowly over to YES. 

“This has got to be a joke…” Brian muttered.

The planchet flew harshly to NO. He started and nearly removed his hand, but stayed in place. You smirked at him. Although you were a little afraid, the presence of Anna did not disturb you. She felt heavy, but not in an overbearing way. She just felt...sad. 

“Why, Anna?” you asked. “Why were you disloyal to your husband?”

Carefully, she spelled out L-O-V-E.  

“Was your husband always cruel to you?” Brian asked.

It shot over to YES. You sent Brian a look of such affection, Roger actually gagged. 

“So, you fell in love with someone else,” Roger said, remembering the task at hand. “Why not leave your husband?”

This time, it went to the numbers. She wrote 1-8-2-3. 

“That was the year she died,” Brian said. “Divorce wasn’t socially acceptable.”

It returned to YES.

“Anna,” you said. “My brother doesn’t trust his friend to date me. Tell me, what do you pick up from Brian’s spirit?”

You felt a smile. You couldn’t see her, but you knew she did. She spelled G-O-O-D. Then S-H-Y. Then K-I-N-D. Finally, L-O-V-E. You looked at Brian and beamed. He grinned right back. 

“God, you’re both disgusting,” Roger groaned.

Anna spelled J-E-A-L-O-U-S.

“Are you really, Roger?” you teased. “You’ll find someone!”

Roger’s cheeks went bright pink. “That’s not it!”

Anna wrote T-A-L-K. Then she slid the planchet over to GOODBYE, and she was gone. You all took your hands off and you and Brian looked expectantly at Roger.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just that...Y/N and I have been through a lot together. Our dad, moving, and growing up in general. She’s my best friend, and I feel like I’m losing her.”

Your heart softened. “Rog. You’re not losing me. We’re always going to be best friends. You’re my brother.”

“I know,” he said. 

“And I know you’re used to protecting me,” you said. “You protected me from Dad and the bullies at school, and everyone else. But this is Brian we’re talking about. You don’t have to protect me from him.”

Roger looked at Brian, who appeared stunned but understanding.

“I know,” Roger said. “I do actually trust you, Brian. She’s my baby sister, though, and I’ve always taken care of her.”

“I’m not asking you to stop,” Brian said. “She’ll always need you. I just want to love her.”

Roger sighed. “Alright. I suppose I’m okay with it. And I won’t chaperone you next time.”

You grinned and leaned over to kiss your brother on the cheek. “Thank you, Rog.”

You all got to your feet. Then you looked at the board again.

“So, can you believe we just talked to a ghost?!” you cried.

Roger and Brian looked at each other.

“Chalk it up to a dream?” Brian suggested.

“Very good,” Roger agreed.

You scowled. “I hate you both.”

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Hi there! First things first, I want to apologize for the long time that has gone by since an update, I am truly sorry. I would explain, I am a doctor and I work in a rural area, we had a nasty Dengue virus outbreak and we had a lot of patients, so I was buried in job, we had no mortal victims thankfully, but it was insane. Also I get the Dengue myself and it was awful, but I feel better now and everything is going back to normal, here is a new chapter to this story I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 7: Like a sleepover.

Alec parked his car near the church and cursed himself when he realized his mistake since his presence confirmed to the reporters that something or someone interesting was inside, when he approach the benches he could se Paul who was lecturing a woman with an angry tone that he had never listened before, neither have the old lady in front of him since she looked terrified at him.

"Don't come here acting innocent, the lord knows when your motives are driven by greed and I truly hope whatever you use the money they gave you is worth it, and don't you dare to blame it on your grandchildren since they don't need to have this terrible example from their grandmother" He was obviously restraining from using more harsh language but the anger on his face was enough to make his point clear, and Alec even stop himself from storming in. "Now go away Mrs Campbell, and I hope you would think about your actions when you go out and talk with that people" The woman went out walking rapidly and visibly shaken.

"I was under the deception that priests never get mad" the detective enter the room and Paul gesture relaxed immediately. "Although is rewarding seeing you act out like that"

"Well they do when their congregation sell out each other for money" He said fixing up his clerical collar and regaining composure. "I'm glad you are here, it's madness out there, this town I thought they were better than this"

"Well you choose a profession full of disappointments" Y/N voice came from the altar and she approached now wearing what Hardy asume were donated clothes to big for her making her look like a child, and he brushed away the endearing feeling bursting in him for a second "For what is worth you should be more like that, maybe seeing the personification of the wrath of God in your face would make them listen" She said touching his arm making him smile, a stupid smile in Hardy's opinion. "D. I. Hardy, I was not expecting to see you so soon, but I assume you are not here to tell me I can go home already" She said with a pinch of hope in her voice that was killed the instant Alec look at her.

"No, I'm afraid not, and since you staying here has already been released to the media within four hours you can't longer stay here." He said trying to think what to do next.

"Yeah, and Ellie's ... I mean D.S. Miller's nephew certainly did a number on me didn't he?" She said bitterly, she appear more calmed, and he could see a glimpse of the woman who's thoughts he had spend the morning reading.

"That bloody idiot, he would sell out his own mother for a "good story" and he always think he is doing the police a favor, only making our job more difficult" Alec was angry and his mind was still trying to figure out his next move.

"Well now I'm glad I never dated him." Y/N said trying to lighten up the mood. "I can stay at the Trader's I can pay for that for a couple weeks, I would hate to cause more trouble"

"I don't think you should stay that close to Jonathan's house" Pauld said getting ahead of Hardy "Maybe Beth can take you, just for the night at least" He said and then look at Hardy.

"Sure, I mean if she agrees" He said knowing she will since they had been in a similar situation before.

"Great! If you think you can trust Lizzie's family to murderous psychopath, it'll be just like a sleepover" Y/N said sarcastically making both men feel uncomfortable. "I'm kidding? You guys really need to relax" She said looking at them "Now how am I supposed to get out of here?"

"I may have an idea" Hardy said finally with his expression still as stoic as ever.

Ellie stormed in her sister's house and the young man working o his laptop stood up immediately trying seeking cover behind the kitchen table.

"You bloody bastard!" She screamed at him and she grabbed the closest thing to her

"He hey hey... relax" He said putting his hands in front of him, she throw the ceramic fruit to his head. "Hey you almost hit me!" He screamed when she missed and the pear shattered in pieces.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Ellie scream again "Don't you have any decency left since you came back? That poor woman you have signaled as a suspect is not even at the police station anymore you moron."

"What? But you take her in for questioning, and she was covered in blood... and..." Olly realized his mistake and start looking at his aunt with sorrow, he was not about to betray his source but he understood that he had done something wrong "Damn it Ellie I'm sorry, I thought it was legitimate information"

"Well it doesn't matter anymore, once again I'm going to clean up your mess, come by the station we are going to release an official statement about Norbury's death and maybe it will help to clear out this mess" She was being reasonable, more than he can hope for since he was sure she was still pissed.

"And the woman? If she is not at the station where is she?" He jump straight back at the subject annoying Miller.

"Too late for you, didn't you hear? There is a horde of reporters raiding the church to talk to her" She smile at him, happy to see he didn't know, and hoping that Hardy had taken care of that end.

Paul came out of the church and a small figure covered jump in the car with him and he drove past the reporters who immediately try to follow him and some even did on their own vehicles, maybe when they figured he was just going out to get the paper and some groceries with the help of a boy that was being punished for misbehaving at school, would they realized their mistake, and how they didn't pay attention to the pair of people that walked from the back of the church to the Latimer's house.

"So, did you talk to Dr. Florence?" Y/N asked when the garden of the Latimer's was in sight "Oh come on, they can't no longer see us" She urged him when he gave her another of his angry looks.

"I did, but I am not supposed to discuss any of the investigation with you" He said finally.

"Fine, I'm sure she was pleased to see you again" She said and smiled at his puzzled face "I have seen you in her office before, and I overhear the last time you were there, you made a big deal about not wanting to come back"He looked ashamed and open the fence of the backyard to avoid her look "Relax I won't tell anybody, no one will listen anyway, I'm crazy remember? We can still be therapy buddies" She wink at him and enter followed by the baffled detective.

"Oi! I thought she was supposed to escape the press, come inside before any of those idiots will see you" Mark Latimer called them and they hurry inside.

"Mrs. Latimer, I don't know how to thank you"Y/N said once they were inside.

"It's nothing, Chloe's room is clean and free since she is at Uni, you can take it, can you show it to her dear?" Mark nodded and they walk out of the kitchen and Hardy could see her holding on to Lizzie a little more than usual.

"I wouldn't bring her here if I felt she was in any way guilty you know" He said to her and her arms relaxed a little.

"Well you can never be completely sure. But if you trust her we would help you for as long as we can."

"Don't worry, I just need her to have a place for the night we will figure something else tomorrow" He said and a couple minutes later he walked out of the house to get back his car. Ellie had the press release almost done by the time he arrived at the station and the sun was setting on Broadchurch.

"Busy day huh?" She said offering a cup of coffee "Brian is finishing with the house but he said he found something interesting about the cottage, he will tell us later, are you ready for the press."

"I'm fine, I swear Miller this bloody town is fill with idiots, this woman just lost her fiance and they are making all this circus about it" he sit on his chair and let go and exasperated sigh. "Let's get this over with".

It was as simple message, a man have been found dead and the police was investigating several lines of information, they had no idea who had done such monstrosity, and they urged the public to speak up, and no they were not considering the partner of the victim as a suspect, yet the mind of one of the many souls watching said, and turn off the telly, before exiting the room carrying a purple suitcase with the name Jonathan Norbury on it.

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Bloody Haven | Vampire!Felix | Chapter Two

Summary: A lot of things lead to another, and you, Felix and one other end up having to flee deep into the forest

Vampire AU, Childhood friends AU

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4

Genre: Angst, Fluff

I highly advise reading the previous chapter/s for things to make sense!

Warnings: implied death, gore, generic things you would see in a vampire AU

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“Y/N…?” He stood up, slowly

“Felix?!” You looked over to where someone had called your name, seeing Felix covered from head to toe in what looked to be dried- “Blood?!? Felix, why the hell are you covered in blood?!” You took a step towards him, dropping the basket you were carrying

“I-” Felix took a deep breath and took a step towards you in turn, coming out from behind the bush “Y/N. I have something to tell you”

You stayed silent, looking at him intently. Felix took a long, shaky breath before opening his mouth, not able to meet your eyes.

“I’m a vampire” He spoke quietly, head hung low

You paused mid-step and stared at him, a heavy blanket of silence overcoming the two of you; the silence was so unbearable that Felix actually looked up, pupils shaking. The second he met your gaze, he flinched, shivering to see you were staring right back at him. Something about your eyes made Felix drowsy; before he knew it, a rush of tiredness surged through his body, it made Felix uneasy, he hadn’t needed much sleep since becoming a vampire. He didn’t get the chance to mull over it though, because the next second he began to sway and his body dropped to the hard forest ground.

“Felix!” You called, gasping and running up to him

You immediately lifted your best friend’s head up slightly and checked for a pulse. Your breathing sped up considerably when you didn’t feel one, then after about ten seconds of sitting there, staring in horror, you felt a tiny, slow, dragged out trace of a heartbeat. Of course, you sighed, face-palming, Felix had literally just told you a couple seconds ago he was a vampire: they had ridiculously slow heartbeats, about one beat per minute you had heard.

Unfortunately, once you’d established Felix was still alive, the putrid smell of dried up blood invaded your nose, a burning sensation flared up at the back of your throat and a horrible taste of vomit came up, but you managed to keep it in.

Ignoring the horrible taste the puke had left in your mouth, you lifted Felix up and lugged him over your shoulders. Groaning slightly from his weight, you slowly dragged him back to your house, which was, luckily, just on the outside of the forest.

As soon as you’d come out from the shade of the trees, a sound that sounded vaguely like sizzling started up right behind you. You looked back, seeing that Felix’s skin had started to bubble up from the rays of the sun. You cursed and started moving as quickly as you could under the strain of your best friend.

It seemed like far too long before you made it to the back of your house; opening the door, you threw Felix down on the closest couch, panting.

“Felix...” You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows

Your best friend was covered in burns and blubs, horrible lumps were prominent everywhere from his cheeks to his bare arms. You shook your head and quickly pressed to the back of your house, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to the company of Felix's unconscious body.

“Burns?” A voice behind you came

“Yeah.” You answered, not turning around to see who was talking

“Who is it?”

“Felix. He’s a-”

“Felix? The one you always go on and on about?” The man from behind you chuckled and took a couple steps closer

“you must know how to fix these damn things.” You sighed while dabbing burn cream on the vulgar red patches, pausing every time Felix winced “You’re a vampire too, after all,” You said, finally looking back, making eye contact with Bang Chan

“Mm,” Chan confirmed and bent down next to the almost unrecognizable person in front of you “They’ll heal in easy in a day or two”

You were about to press for more information, but Felix’s eyes slowly twitched open, his face contorted in an expression of so much pain that it almost hurt to look at.

“Y/N?” He asked slowly, jaw clenching “Who-” he seemed to only notice Chan after a couple seconds of being awake

“Don’t worry about him, Felix,” you said dismissively, cupping a part of Felix’s cheek that hadn’t flared up

“Rude” Chan joked “He’ll be fine, Y/N; vampires heal really quickly. Stop worrying about your boyfriend”

You rolled your eyes and elbowed Chan in the stomach, turning your attention back to your shaking friend soon after. Felix stared at you, not sure if you were staring back; his vision was so hazy he couldn’t even make out the stranger’s facial features. He drew in a slow breath and shut his eyes tightly before re-opening them, discouraged after finding that his vision hadn’t improved in the slightest.

“where am I?” Felix managed to croak out, shivering from the feeling of his throat flaring up

“At my house,” You said softly, looking at his watery eyes intently

He nodded and shut his eyes again, head beginning to loll to the side. His eyelids felt heavy once again and couldn’t resist the temptation to fall back asleep. You fixed your eyes onto Felix’s unmoving and sleeping state, your concerned gaze staying upon your friend.

“Leave him for a couple hours, Y/N. His burns will heal quicker that way. I’m going out, see ya in a bit!” Chan grabbed a rather large umbrella from beside the front door and opened it before going outside, taking extra care to make sure his whole body was covered in its shade before stepping out into the ‘piercing daylight’ as he so often described it

You sighed and stood up, shoulders droopy. The arising sounds of birds chirping attracted you to the window opening out to the back garden. Your house was quite small, Felix always liked to describe it as ‘cute’ and ‘charming’, and you had to agree with him, it had quite a peaceful aura. The garden seemed overgrown, but it was beautiful, woodland creatures often turned up to rest there;  Felix loved watching them, especially at night when fireflies would come to light up the deep-colored flowers, leaves, hedges, and arch-ways. You’d say it was almost like a fairy tale cottage.

“Hope chan went to go get groceries” You frowned and turned your head, looking to the kitchen, knowing you would probably need to cook something soon

About an hour passed by and Chan had just arrived back, closing the umbrella only after re-entering the shade of the house. Thankfully, he’d arrived with groceries but unfortunately didn’t miss the opportunity to point out the fact that Felix’s burns have faded significantly from when he left.

“Yeah, yeah” You rolled your eyes, looking up from your journal and raising an eyebrow at Chan’s triumphant expression

You were about to throw something back at him but a stirring type of movement from the corner of your eyes caught your attention instead. Felix had sat up properly again, slowly and carefully tracing his burns, flinching ot wincing when he pressed down too hard. You blinked before smiling slightly and standing, cautiously walking over to Felix. Bending down, you grabbed both of his hands and looked him in the eyes meaningfully

“Are you okay? Does it hurt really badly?”

“...no, I’m okay Y/N” Although careful not to scrunch up his face too much, he smiled brightly back “Who is that, by the way?” he frowned and looked at Chan

He watched with furrowed brows as you looked back to Chan as well. It really wasn’t like you to invite people to your house unless you were really close with them; he couldn’t help but feel a heat rising in the bottom of his stomach, he hated to admit it, but he had just a tiny twinge of jealousy that only multiplied when Chan handsomely smiled.

“I’m Y/N’s...uh- I guess you could call it roommate, Chris, but everyone calls me Chan”

“You two live together?” Felix asked, exasperated, mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed in worry

“Yeah, but we’re not dating, if that’s what you’re wondering” You laughed slightly “Chan wishes”

“Sure I do, Y/N” Chan replied sarcastically

“Go shower, Felix” You ignored Chan, turning your attention back to Felix “You can borrow some of Chan’s clothes” You offered, pointing to a folded pile of clothes you’d collected earlier

“Y/N I thought we talked about you going through my things,” Chan said, looking at you with jokingly pursed lips

“Now you may think that but did we really? You don’t know. Where are your witnesses?” You smile awkwardly at him, looking around as you ushered a slightly pained looking Felix to the bathroom

Chan snorted and sat down on the couch in the spot Felix had been just a few seconds ago, crossing his legs and leaning forward intently.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked hopefully

“One,” you stated “Maybe you should cook something, and two” you paused dramatically yet again “Can’t vampires like not eat human food?”

“Y/N, your cooking is like the best in the world, I make an exception. Also, I’ve tried to make something before, remember? You banned me from the kitchen after that” He pouted and fake sniffed, looking at you through his fringe

“Oh, right” You shuddered, remembering the last time Chan tried to cook something; he had almost set the entire kitchen alight “Well thanks for getting groceries. Do you really think you should go outside so often though? If anyone found out you were a vampire-”

“We’ve been through this” Chan said in a partly-whiny voice, “I’ve told everyone I’m light-sensitive, they’re not particularly surprised since vitamin D deficiency kind of used to run in the family...or so I’ve heard” He frowned, seeming uncertain of his own words

“yeah, yeah, just be more careful though, you could get killed if you’re found out. You’re always smiling at people-”

“Stop worrying” Chan waved you off “it’s fine. Can I help with dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely not”

“To be fair, last time I was left unsupervised.” He said as though that was the final statement

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, leaving Chan in the living room to greet Felix when he came back.

The kitchen was cluttered, but somehow still neat and orderly, it was easy to tell at a glance that everything had its own place. You grabbed the things Chan bought and started putting everything away, leaving out the things you were going to use to cook. Just as you’d begun to get out a pan to make steak, Felix poked his head in the door, looking around. You looked back, the worst of his burns have gone away now, leaving just slightly swollen, blotchy red marks scattered across his handsome face.

“Can I help?” He looked you hopefully, eyes wide and a small smile playing at his lips

“Hell no. You’re just as- if not more- hopeless than Chan in the kitchen”

“That was one time” Felix whined, hoping you’d forgotten about the time he almost sliced his own hand off

“Yeah, and one time is one too many” you replied quickly, glaring at him until he felt guilty enough to begin slowly edging out of the kitchen

Just as you’d begun to get the pan on the stove and put out a couple other things, Chan burst into the room, breathless and panicked.

“Y/N! WE NEED TO LEAVE. NOW”

“What happened?!?” Your eyes widened but before you had time to process anything going on around you, Chan ran up to you, turned off the stove and grabbed your hand, running out of the kitchen. Felix stood there, looking just as panicked and fear-stricken as Chan. Breath getting almost as heavy as that of the two boys in front of you, you looked out the window; night had begun to fall and in the distance, you could just barely make out wooden staffs flickering with flames, and an entire village. An entire village heading straight for your house.

“CHAN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO”

“I MADE A MISTAKE. TALK LATER, LEAVE NOW” If the situation wasn’t so dire, you’d have been frightened at the sight of Chan yelling, but your attention was elsewhere

Felix quickly grabbed your free hand that Chan wasn’t holding and ran to the back of the house, bringing Chan along with him. He may as well have kicked down the door. The sudden noise sent all the squirrels, bats and owls in your back garden into a frenzy, chaos struck and the ruckus had no doubt alerted the villager’s of your location, except they didn’t need the sound to know. They were already there, weapons ready and flames alight.

“What do we do?!?!” you turned to Chan, then Felix, both looked just as confused as you

“I don’t know!! I’ve never had to make an escape!” Chan looked back and forth, his mind was an absolute mess but he could clearly see the three of you were screwed. The whole house was surrounded by now and the majority seemed to be advancing on you, Chan and Felix.

“Can’t either of you- turn into a bat or something???”

“We can’t just leave you!” exclaimed Felix, visibly gulping as the same scene as just the other night repeated before him

Before either you or Felix could think of anything else to say, Chan grabbed both your collars and ran through the crowd. You almost threw up because of the speed at which he was moving, but it seemed to do the trick. The villagers were scattered and disoriented, obviously not expecting that. Chan made another break for the forest, but was pulled back into the crowd, being the one closest

“aGH- shit!” He cursed and began thrashing about, but he had already been stabbed multiple times “RUN IDIOTS!” He called

“NO WAY” You turned to Felix, hoping he’d back you up, but Felix and Bang Chan were locked in tight eye contact.

Your best friend gulped and nodded at Chan, Chan smiled back graciously, but before you got the chance to look at it properly, Felix had slung you over his shoulder and ran towards the forest. You may have been going at a speed no human could ever possibly hope to achieve, but things felt like they were going in slow motion. Chan lagged back, being pulled into the crowd, stab wounds and burn marks already covering his entire body.

“NO!” You yelled when Felix stopped and put you down “NO HE COULD’VE ESCAPED! HE COULD’VE-” You made to run back, but Felix grabbed your arm with a tight grip

“Y/N! He stayed to create a distraction!” Felix spoke in a fake calm voice, one that was obviously struggling not to cry

You vigorously shook your head as hot tears streamed down your cheeks, onto your chin and hit the ground. You yelled more gibberish, few words were distinguishable to Felix, but it was something about how he could’ve easily overpowered them, a couple more things about how if Felix didn’t run away, you could’ve helped.

“Y/N!” Felix was slightly hurt by the muddle of words he had barely understood “He asked me to! We’d all be dead if we stayed, okay?! If Chan wanted to escape, he’d have to kill at least- I don’t know-! Five of them! We both know Chan would never do that!”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” You choked out, fists clenched “YOU DIDN’T KNOW HIM. THIS ISN’T HARD FOR YOU!! IT’S HARD FOR ME!! CHAN WAS ONE OF THE BEST FRIEND’S I’D EVER HAD!!” You sobbed, eyes red, not even bothering to wipe away your tears or try to hold them back, it would just be a waste of time

Felix clenched his fists, he knew this definitely was not the time to be jealous of you calling Chan your best friend, so he attempted to bury the feelings. Felix grabbed you by both of your shoulders and looked you in the eye, saying nothing, simply letting you cry. When you’d finally calmed down enough for you to breathe- even if it was a struggle- he brought you into his chest, pulling you into a tight hug. You forcefully pushed away from him, punching his chest.

“NO! No...” You looked to the ground, clenching and unclenching your jaw before dropping down to your knees, slowly shaking your head “...no...” you gasped, finally feeling the suffocating restriction on your throat leave

Felix sunk down next to you, his teary eyes meeting your absolutely flooded ones.

“I’m sorry”

Part 3 Coming Soon~

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1822 Saturday 20 July

6 10/60

1 1/2

My aunt called me at 6 10/60 - got up immediately - all quite ready for being off after breakfast - my aunt and I went out a few minutes before 8 - walked to the top of the hill behind the hotel - The view is certainly very fine - high water  - very hot and close, portending rain - returned to the house, turned down a narrow sort of passage lane to the shore of the Menai, thence along the fashionable walk of the town (a sort of rampart-walk, broad and neatly gravelled) at the foot of the town-wall along the Menai - round the castle to queen Eleanor’s gate - here (at 9 10/60) my aunt (being a little rheumatic) left me and returned home - I pursued the stream of or rather river along the Seiont in pursuit of traces of old Segontium - passed a little square remain - came to a bridge of 2 or 3 arches across the river (beautifully wooded for a considerable distance on the opposite bank) a neat white washed house or 2, a turnpike and 2 roads on the other side, and little cascade just on this side of the bridge and very pretty view - turned up the hill on my left - an uneven surfaced stony grass-grown mound, probably the site of ancient buildings - crossed a field and came into a road - passed close by the farm-house, built adjoining the round tower remain of the old Roman fortification - the wall seemed the farm-yard boundary on one side, and so covered with ivy on the other I could make nothing of it - In fact, I was uncertain about identity (foolishly not having a guide with me) and had not time to loiter. Strolled thro’ the town to the market place - fine mutton 4 d. a lb. veal 3 1/2 - Saw no beef - neat, small covered market place thence to the Goat Inn - and thence inquired my way to the bank - not open - a young man at the door, civilly let me in, and gave me 10 sovereigns for a £10 bank of England and would charge nothing - the Welsh prefer county notes to bank of England there are so many forged - went direct home by the walk along the Menai, and sat down to breakfast immediately at 10 1/4 -

Very good house - very civil people, and we may safely recommend our friends there - It would be a good place for head-quarters - Like the town of Caernarvon very much - Fine view of the castle this morning, a little from the town on the bank of the Seiont - most beautiful remain of castle architecture - Mr Battiss of the hotel saw us off, gave us his card, and hoped we had been comfortable -

Off at 11 1/4 - perhaps 1/2 mile on our road (the Beddgelert road) we came to a cottage forty or fifty yards from a neat, white washed church - at this cottage I got out and turned into the field on our right to see the old Roman wall or fort described by Bingley volume 1 page 170, et sequitor and vide Nicholson’s guide page 283 - I had seen the opposite extremity before breakfast - stopt 1/4 hour - ran along the remain inside and out to find a place free from ivy, or grass, or brushwood - it is almost wholly covered with one or the other so as to resemble a bank fence - however at the extremity of the field next the road there is a bare part which shews the Roman method of building and farther on (thro’ a gap) I discovered 1 or 2 of the small perforations so much spoken of thro’ the wall transversely - vide King’s munimenta on the Roman manner of building -

We reached here Beddgelert the Jones’ arms at 2 35/60 (Mr Jones of Caernarvon owner of the new Inn) a neat, nice house; beautifully situated to the right, a little above the village, and across the stream - planted all about and then embossed in wood - remarkably pretty - very fine drive from Caernarvon here - Bettws Garmon only 2 or 3 poor cottages - noticed Nant Mill - very pretty little cascade - quite close to the road on our right, and too little fence to protect us from the stream - noticed also Williams’ - white or yellow washed - plantations about the house (larch trees as there are here about the Inn) and very pretty - the pass or entrance to Beddgelert very narrow rugged and singly fine - on entering it, and coming down the hill, I could not help saying to my aunt this is the prettiest sublime we have seen - the village is in as it were a small basin formed by high rough mountains - the rock darkened with heath or moss and finely bare here and there - the bottom of the basin beautifully verdant with here and there trees about the few cottages, and a stream tumbling over its rocky bed thro’ the midst - it is fact far the most picturesque village we have yet met with - some very heavy showers as we came along - the clouds tremendously black - the top of Snowdon quite enveloped - got here in the beginning of a very heavy shower -

Bedgellert 1814 - image credit: Wikimedia Commons

Just 3 35/60 i.e. an hour since we got in - Looking a little at Bingley and Nicholson’s Cambrian guide - At 4 took a little girl to carry the plaid and umbrella, and set off to Dinas Emris about 1 1/2 mile on the Capel Curig road to Cwm cloch - we had gone little more than a mile, when the poor child began to cry, and I sent her back again - walked forwards 2 miles (i.e. about 1/2 mile beyond Dinas Emris) a little way along Lake Dinas - small house at the end of it, and some green fertile looking fields - a little plantation about the house - I longed to have gone further as far as Lake Gwinant - the scenery as far as I did go, very fine - got back at 5 10/60 in the midst of a heavy shower - very hot with walking -

Off from Beddgelert for Tan-y-bwlch at 5 35/60 - the scenery for the first 3 miles terrifically fine - Pont-aber-glaslyn bridge tremendous - the road for a good way down to it narrow and no fence or merely a single row great stones to guard the precipice - there is no great cataract - but the unguardedness of the road, the torrent tumbling over rocks below and the perpendicular rock to the height of 2 or 3 hundred feet on the other side form a most impressive scene - there is a turnpike just beyond the bridge, thro’ which we went up a tremendously steep hill, from which a fine view down an opening upon the Traethmawr sands - Indeed the whole stage (they called it 10 miles at Beddgelert) is tremendously hilly - the scenery is indescribably fine - the first about 3 miles and the last about 2 cannot surely be exceeded - but the whole far surpassed anything we had seen - Penman Mawr is a different sort of thing should be excepted and should not be compared with it - Very fine peeps of Wyddfa at intervals, and the Glyder vawr - never saw Wyddfa to such advantage - In short, no one travelling in Wales should miss the drive from Beddgelert to Tan-y-bwlch - the road in many places not at all fenced off from the precipice on one side - my aunt sick with fright more than once - several heavy showers as we came along just in our faces, particularly for 50 or 100 yards just after leaving Beddgelert, and for the last 1/2 mile - the Inn most beautifully situated at the foot of an almost perpendicular steep wooded from top to bottom - tremendous descending the road down it - a most comfortable Inn -

Sat down to dinner at 9 1/2 (got here in 2 20/60 hour at 5 minutes before 8) fryed salmon, a very small fish cut in slices - a roasted loin of mutton and apple tart and cream - the best potatos I have tasted in Wales - the mutton most excellent, the best we have had - we have enjoyed our dinner exceedingly and both had a nap since - my aunt is just gone to bed - instead of wine, a bottle of very fair cider - they get it from Bristol - Did not begin this page till 10 50/60, and it is now 11 1/2 - Very heavy showers repeatedly during the day - but tho’ we had our coats etc dried at Beddgelert and here, we escaped getting much wet - 12 miles from Caernarvon to Beddgelert 10 from Beddgelert here the roads roughish and very hilly, very particularly this last stage, yet Percy came in not at all tired - He is a capital gig-horse - went upstairs to bed at 11 40/60 - Sat up reading Nicholson’s Cambrian guide, article Harlech, etc - and looking over our accounts - a great deal of discharge yesterday and today and ever since I left home -

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ΕΝΤΑΞΕΙ ΟΥΑΟΥ ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ @mne-bolno TUMBLR BUDDY

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rules: tag people you'd like to know better

nickname: my full name is rakela and my relatives call me kelly if that counts

gender: female

hogwarts house: hufflepuff obviously

astrological sign: virgo

height: 1,59

favorite animal: BUNNIES & DOGS

number of blankets: as many as necessary

dream trip: e v e r y w h e r e

where i'm from: albania, i've lived all my life in greece though

when i created this blog: june 2017

why i created this blog: i was looking for comfort at first, now it's much more than that

2.

nickname: mentioned above

astrological sign: mentioned above

height: also mentioned above

favorite band/artist: twenty one pilots

time: 00:05

song stuck in my head: always, isak danielson

last movie i saw: G.I. jane (go watch it, seriously)

last thing i googled: TED, youtube

other blogs: nope

do i get asks: not reallyy

why this username: 'cause i'm constantly absent-minded

following: 85

average amount on sleep: i sleep for like 6 OR LESS hours during school time but i need 8+ which i get fortunately during the holidays

lucky number: 7

what am i wearing: pyjamas

dream job: i d k

dream trip: mentioned above

instruments i play: none, but i would like to try learning one someday

eye colour: mostly brown

hair colour: blondish brown

aesthetic: I HAVE PLENTY, okay, so, pastel colours, cottage in the countryside, the sky, books and libraries, shampoos, flower bouquets and gardens, plushies etc.

languages i speak: albanian, greek, english, currently learning german, very little french

most iconic song: crazy in love, beyonce, jay z

random fact: i really really wanna live in a small house in a meadow

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music tag! write 10 songs you're obsessed with and tag 10 people to do the same!

est-ce que tu m'aimes? - maitre gims

send me an angel - scorpions

power over me - dermot kennedy

oh, ms believer - twenty one pilots

chlorine - twenty one pilots

heavydirtysoul - twenty one pilots

the few things - jp saxe ft. charlotte lawrence

celeste - leo rojas

uptown funk - mark ronson ft. bruno mars

nothing breaks like a heart - mark ronson ft. miley cyrus

(THERE ARE SO MANY MORE HONESTLY)

tagging @virulenteyes only, i dont feel comfortable enough to tag 9 other people