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A Girl in the Men of Letters || Thomas Shelby x Winchester!Reader

Pairing(s): Winchester!Reader x Thomas Shelby, Minor Dean Winchester x Castiel

Universe: Peaky Blinders + Supernatural

Summary: When Dean and Cas’s daughter (Reader) is left home alone in the bunker, she discovers a door that leads to the dangerous world of 1920s Birmingham. It doesn’t take her long to meet the one and only Thomas Shelby, who is quickly captivated by her Winchester charm. Will Reader fall head over heels for Tommy too or will she recognize the dangers of the Shelby family and stay away?

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), age gap relationship (reader is in their 20s and Tommy is in his 40s), fingering, swearing, drinking, mentions of underage drinking, alcoholism

A/N: WOOO! My first smut??? Are we really here??? Oh my god….

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You were never supposed to go snooping around the bunker without your dad, his boyfriend, Castiel, or your uncle, but when did you ever listen to the rules anyway? You were an adult, you shouldn’t have to follow rules set by your dad all the time. It felt silly and childish. Yet, here you were, sitting by yourself in the bunker, not doing anything.

Since Castiel had gone missing, and the angels were out to get your family, your father pretty much kept you under lock and key. You were in the library, staring at another book about angelic lore and the words were no longer making sense to you. You slammed the book shut and groaned in annoyance. Uncle Sam and your dad had been gone for five days so far. You were starting to go stir-crazy. This is what led to your exploration of the bunker alone.

A lot of the doors in the bunker were unexplainably locked. They had been since before your family had arrived at the bunker. You and your family had no idea how to open the doors, and after some monsters crawled out of a previously locked one, your dad forbade you from opening any that didn’t open on their own. What your dad didn’t know is that you found an old key ring a few weeks ago stashed in one of the boxes in the library when you were researching vampires with Uncle Sam. Now that no one was here, you could actually see where they might lead. The last locked door that opened was an accident. A witch from the 1980s came through the door and gave your family quite the trouble. Eventually, Uncle Sam and your dad were able to catch her and dispose of her, but not before she nearly took you out with a few of her spells. You didn’t know what would be waiting for you on the other side of the new locked doors, but you hoped it would be something to spice up your days.

None of the keys on the ring you found were labeled, so you just had to guess where they might fit. You hoped they fit into any doors at all. You would hate if you went to all the trouble of hiding the key ring just for the keys not to open any of the doors in the bunker. The first door you tried was at the end of the hall where your bedrooms were. It didn’t unlock with any of the keys, so you moved on to a door near the entrance to the kitchen. No luck there, either. You were becoming slightly frustrated, but you pushed forward. Two more doors down another hall didn’t open. You were starting to think maybe your worst fear was true, that the keys didn’t open any doors in the bunker at all. That is until you tried door number five. The first key didn’t work, and neither did the second. However, when you placed the third key up to the lock, it slid perfectly. The sound of the key turning and the mechanism unlocking filled your heart with excitement. Finally, there was going to be something to do while your Uncle Sam and Dad were gone. Surely, your adventure into this door wouldn’t be more than a few hours. They wouldn’t even know you were gone in the first place. You pushed open the door with all your might and were disappointed when you were met with a small, dark coat closet. Really? A coat closet? You thought to yourself. Was this all there was to it? Just an entryway into someone’s dusty old coat closet? You thought surely there had to be more to it, so you filed through the coats hanging up. They were women’s wear and what you assumed was stylish for the time period, though very different from your regular clothing. You could hear muffled talking coming from somewhere on the other side of the closet, and you were just dying to know what was out there. You took one look back at the bunker before slipping on one of the coats and a pair of creme-colored high heels.

On the other side of the coats was a large wooden door; the detailing looked old and pretty. The door itself looked old and heavy. You shut yourself into the closet, leaving the bunker behind, and walked forward into the new door. You opened it slowly and quietly, not knowing what was going to be waiting for you on the other side. You jumped out of your skin when you were almost immediately met with the sound of a woman’s voice. “My my, the men of letters don’t usually send women; what do I owe the pleasure?” Her voice was raspy yet smooth, with a thick accent that you couldn’t quite place. She was sitting in a chair across the room from the closet. She was eying you closely. She may have sounded somewhat friendly, but she was definitely still assessing whether or not you were a threat. She was older but still had a fire in her eyes. She was smoking a cigarette and was waiting patiently for an answer.

You dusted off the front of your coat, not that it did you much good, in an attempt to look more presentable to the woman in front of you. Of course, she thought you were from the men of letters; they must have some connection to every place the bunker leads. “There have been some issues within our organization and so some of our records have not been kept orderly. I’m here to check up on how things are going.”

She seemed to believe you. “Dreadful. I hate the man they usually send anyway. It would be much nicer if they sent you from now on. I’m guessing I’ll need to fill you in on some of our operations since your data has been lost?”

You nodded. “That would be wonderful, Ms–”

“Everyone around her calls me Aunt Pol.”

“Duley noted. That would be wonderful, Aunt Pol.”

You now noticed the second presence in the room you were in, who Aunt Pol had been talking to while you were in the coat closet. A man, leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette, much like Aunt Pol was. He caught your attention immediately. He was decently older than you, you being in your early twenties, but that didn’t really seem to matter. His eyes were a crisp blue like the sea and his hands were worn in the same ways yours were– what years of hunting will do to you. “You’re free to leave, Tommy. This is women’s business,” Aunt Pol said with a smile.

Tommy blew the smoke out of his chest. He eyed you carefully. It was a look you recognized from your work. He was trying to get a read on you. “I’d like to hear what the lady has to say for herself, and I’d love to know how you explain our business, Aunt Pol,” Tommy replied. He took another puff of his cigarette.

The air was heavy with smoke now. You did your best not to let the smell bother you. Aunt Pol smiled at you this time. “Why don’t you have a seat–”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, why don’t you take a seat, and we can talk business? Tommy, you can stay if you so please,” Aunt Pol gestured vaguely to the couch across from her spot in the chair she had been perched in.

Tommy began to walk over from his place near the exit. “I wouldn’t miss this meeting for the world,” he said.

| < ♥️ > |

After your meeting, you let yourself fall into this world. There was something charming about Tommy that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His voice was smooth, and his accent was thick. You found yourself hanging on every word that came out of his mouth. Aunt Pol was quick to notice your feelings toward Tommy, but she said nothing. She was curious how it would all play out. You were now in a pub, your system buzzing with cool liquor. You were no stranger to drinking. You had been drinking since far before the legal age of twenty-one. You were barely past twenty-one now, but that didn’t matter with Tommy, not with him, not within this pub. The legal drinking age was definitely lower, and no one even questioned your presence in the space. What you did notice people questioning was Tommy being seen with someone substantially younger than himself. You felt the creepy eyes of the older patrons of the pub tracing your curves. You grimaced and tried to drown the feeling in whiskey, something you learned from your dad, but it wasn’t really working this time. You and Tommy were standing at the countertop, receiving free drink after free drink from the barkeep. He was no fool. He also noticed the looks that you were attracting from around the bar. No one dared look at him the wrong way, but that didn’t mean they left his dates alone. Wordlessly, Tommy wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He was almost using his body to block yours from view. His fingertips ever so slightly pressed into your skin. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but said nothing. Another drink was placed in your hand as soon as you finished the one you had.

“Tommy!” A voice cut through the crowd. “Who do you got here?” You turned your head to look at the person speaking, but Tommy’s arm kept you from fully turning around. Two men were looking between you and Tommy: a younger man with a cigarette in his mouth and a slightly older man with a thick mustache. “Does she have a name?” the younger one asked. He was the one who had originally called out to Tommy, too.

“Boys, this is Y/n. Y/n, these two are my brothers, Arthur and John,” he explained.

You smiled at them both. “Lovely to meet you.”

John grabbed the cigarette from between his teeth and grinned. “Where did you find a fast woman like her? Don’t see her type around the city often.”

Tommy’s eyes darted around. No one was paying much attention to the brothers’ conversation. “Would you believe the Men of Letters sent her?”

Arthur laughed. “Those bastards sent an angel like her? What changed?”

“New management,” you said with a smile.

“I’ll drink to that,” John replied.

Tommy gestured to a door off to the side of the bar. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”

“Agreed. It’s crowded out here tonight,” Arthur started.

“Probably all the patrons staying extra long to gawk at your girl, Tommy,” John said with a laugh.

You felt Tommy’s fingers grip your hip a little bit tighter at John’s words. You were surprised by his interest in you. It was no surprise that you were interested in him– he was everything that a girl could dream about. Handsome, powerful, rich, and mysterious? Sign you up. However, you found his interest in you a little shocking. You didn’t know what he could possibly see in you. Still, you didn’t mind being the object of his affection for the time being. You were interested to see where it would lead you.

| < ♥️ > |

You and Tommy were the last ones in the pub. Even his brothers had long gone home. Tommy was behind the bar, pouring himself yet another glass of whiskey while you leaned on the countertop. Your whole body was fuzzy, and your heart felt like it was about to burst every time you made eye contact with Tommy. The alcohol in your system was not helping how much your little crush was affecting you. His eyes trailed up and down your form. “What? What are you staring at?” You asked.

He seemed slightly taken back by your boldness. “You’re the only thing to look at in here, love.” He took a small sip of the drink in his hand.

“It’s late,” you started, “I should be getting back home.”

Tommy shook his head. “No can do, Dove. Aunt Pol is definitely asleep by now. Your only option is to spend the night in Birmingham.”

“But where would I stay here?”

“Well, seeing as you are drunk and we’re the only ones left in the pub, you can spend the night at my house. I’m not letting you go anywhere else alone. It’s too dangerous,” He said. His mind was already made up.

“I guess I will accept your invitation then, Tommy. Lead the way whenever you’re ready,” you replied with a soft smile.

| < ♥️ > |

Tommy insisted that you take his bed, and he would take the couch, no matter how much you protested. He showed you to his room; it was quaint and quiet. The only noise that could be heard was a bit of movement from the world outside. You shrugged off the coat that you had stolen from Aunt Pol’s closet all those hours ago. You could feel Tommy’s eyes watching you closely. You didn’t feel like there was much to show– you were wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts with one of your dad’s flannels draped around your shoulders. Still, Tommy’s eyes searched the little bits of your skin that had been revealed. You pretended not to notice. “Thank you for giving me a place to stay. It’s very kind of you.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you out in the cold, Love.” His words were simple, but you could tell that he genuinely meant them.

“I’m not sure what exactly I’ll wear to bed. I didn’t plan on spending the night here,” you replied. Tommy had already put on a nightshirt while you used the bathroom when you first arrived at the house. His eyes flicked between you, and the shirt draped across his chest.

Without a word, he pulled the shirt up over his head. He held the fabric out to you, a small smile on his face. “This looks like it will fit you,” he said. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as your eyes scanned over his bare chest. His muscles were toned, and his skin was scarred and tattooed. A familiar warmth rushed to your core at the sight. Tommy’s appearance utterly took you. You didn’t know where to look as you took the shirt from his outstretched hand. Everywhere felt like too much, but your eyes settled on a tattoo on the upper part of his chest. “Oh, that? I have tattoos older than you, Love.”

You smiled at him. “I have one tattoo myself.”

“Really? Care to share?” He asked.

You, without much thought behind the action, pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the anti-possession tattoo that graced your chest. Every hunter needed one; you were no exception. That didn’t matter to Tommy, though. His eyes traced your newly exposed skin. With the hand that had the shirt in it, he reached out and traced the inner circle of the tattoo, taking a step closer to you. His breath was quiet and steady. Yours was louder and more breathy. This did not go unnoticed by Tommy. His hand moved from your tattoo to your upper arm, gently pulling you closer to him. “Tommy?” You questioned quietly.

“Hush, Love,” he replied. He brushed your hair out of your face with his hand and leaned in, firmly pressing his lips to yours. Your stomach was doing flips, but you chose to ignore it. You dropped the shirts in your hands and wrapped your hands around his neck, losing your fingers in his hair. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy slowly backed you up toward the bed. When your legs hit the edge, you squeaked in surprise. He chuckled lightly at your reaction. Tommy gently moved his hand to your back and guided you down onto the bed, only briefly breaking the kiss. Once you were properly on the bed, Tommy positioned himself over you and connected his lips to yours again, even more passionately than the first time. His hands were on either side of your body, trapping you on the mattress, but you didn’t really mind. You placed your hands back in his hair, ever so slightly pulling on the ends. He nearly growled at the contact, moving his lips from yours to leave a stream of kisses on your neck. “T… Tommy…” you moaned as he started nipping at the skin on your sweet spot.

He groaned at the sound of his name falling from your lips. He would do anything to hear it again and again and again. He continued his exploration of your upper body, biting not hard enough to leave marks but just enough to make you moan his name. He pulled away for a moment and sat up; you whimpered at the loss of contact. “You can’t be making pretty sounds like that, love… That’s dangerous…” He helped you sit up just enough that he could take off your bra. As soon as it was off, his eyes were exploring the newly exposed skin, hungry for more of you. “Fuck… You’re gorgeous…” The words rolled right off his tongue. He didn’t even think about it. You blushed slightly at the compliment. Suddenly feeling slightly exposed, you tried to cover your chest with your hands and arms. Tommy instantly wasn’t having that, he grabbed each of your arms and pinned them to the bed. “Don’t hide from me, Y/n… I want all of you.” His face was only a few centimeters from yours, the words hushed, almost just a breath that came out of his mouth.

“Okay…” You replied quietly, still feeling a little unsure.

Tommy caught on to your nervousness, moving his hands to be next to yours instead of pinning them. “You’re okay, Love. You tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

You shook your head, “No. I want this. I want you…” Your blush grew, but you didn’t attempt to hide your face. You kept your eyes trained on Tommy’s.

He smiled softly, gently connecting his lips with yours again. One of his hands moved to your face, cupping your cheek. The kiss was passionate but gentle. You smiled into the kiss, hardly able to contain how happy you were to be experiencing this, to be experiencing Tommy. He broke the kiss and began working to unbuckle his pants. You blushed even redder at the idea of what was coming next, but you were thrilled. He threw his pants and boxers to the side, and the sight of him nearly took you out. His hands found their way to your hips, and he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Are you okay with this, Love?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

He made quick work of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere else in the room that didn’t matter to either of you. He chuckled a little bit at the sight of your underwear. “My… Someone’s wet…” He teased, gently rubbing your core through the thin fabric. You couldn’t hold back a moan. “All this for me?”

He quickly maneuvered his fingers underneath the fabric, finally making contact with your dripping center. “Fuck Tommy…” you moaned as he began to move his fingers.

“Oh yeah? Does that feel good, Love?”

“You feel so good, Tommy…” You breathed.

“You are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen… keep making those pretty little noises and saying my name, Love…”

“T… Tommy…” You mumbled. It was almost hard to hear you said it so under your breath.

“You can be louder than that, Love,” he stated.

“I need you… inside me…” you moaned. He pulled his fingers away almost instantly, and you whimpered again at the loss of contact. “Tommy…”

Without a word, he pulled your underwear down your legs and threw them into the dark abyss of a room. He lined himself up and looked you in the eye. “You’re sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Tommy. Please… Please, for the love of God, fuck me…”

He chuckled lowly, almost growling. “I think God left us a long time ago, Love…” With that, he slowly pushed himself inside you. He gave you a couple of seconds to adjust before he began moving, but it felt so good it didn’t even matter once he started. Your moans quickly became louder and closer together. You couldn’t hold them back.

“Fuck fuck fuck… Tommy…” The words tumbled out of your mouth like a prayer.

He looked at you, his eyes dark. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Y/n…”

“Fuck… Tommy, I’m close…” You whispered, feeling your climax building.

“Me too,” he replied in a similar hushed tone. “Cum for me, Love.”

You moaned again at his words, feeling the knot inside your stomach build and then release into the best orgasm you think you’ve ever experienced. You were breathing hard, and Tommy wasn’t far behind you; you felt his cum enter you. After he finished, also breathing hard, he let himself drop down on top of you, laying his head on your chest. The room was quiet, and you felt at peace with Tommy lying on you. You ran your hands through his hair, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You close your eyes, feeling the most relaxed that you think you’ve ever felt. There was just something about being with Tommy that made you feel safe. His breath slowed and steadied; yours did, too. You let yourself fall into a deep, peaceful sleep in Tommy’s arms.

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The next morning, you awoke with Tommy’s arms wrapped protectively around you. He was still asleep when you woke up. The rise and fall of his chest was steady and soft. It was the first time that you had seen him look truly peaceful. You smiled at his resting form. He slowly opened his eyes, raking them over your exposed skin before meeting your eyes. He smiled back at you. You think it’s the first time you’ve seen him actually smile. “G’mornin’.” The word falls from his mouth. His accent was thick with his morning voice. God, this was a sound and sight you could get used to.

“Morning…” You replied, a soft look gracing your features.

“How are you, Love?” He asked.

“Good. I could stay like this forever.”

The idea brought that smile back to his face. You wanted to see it over and over again. “You’ll have to come back the next time the Men of Letters have business with us. I’d be happy to have you as my guest again.”

“That won’t be difficult… The Men of Letters like me a lot…” you lied through your teeth. You felt a small pang of guilt for lying to Tommy after you two had become so close, but you knew you couldn’t tell him the whole truth… there was no way he would believe you.

“I can see why,” He mused, gently playing with the tips of your fingers.

“All the screaming stops when I’m with you…” you said quietly.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What screaming?”

“I’ve seen a lot,” you started. “I’ve seen a lot of people die. I’ve heard a lot of screams, a lot of death rattles. Normally, when I lay in bed and close my eyes, I hear the screams of all the people I couldn’t help or I couldn’t save, but… with you, the world is quiet. I don’t hear the screams anymore…”

You assumed Tommy continued to play with the tips of your fingers in an attempt to comfort you. It was a sweet gesture that made your heart go soft. “I can’t hear the shovels when I’m with you, so I guess we’re even.”

“The shovels?” You asked.

Tommy sighed. “Troubles from my time as a soldier… I always hear shovels coming against the far wall. Usually, they break through before the sun rises, and I am jolted from my sleep, but not last night… not with you.”

“I’m glad I could bring you a little bit of peace,” you replied, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. “I could get used to waking up next to you…”

Yet again, Tommy flashed a smile at you. It made your heart swell. “We’ll have to do this again sometime soon.”

“I would love that,” you returned his smile. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you and getting himself out of bed. The lack of warmth saddened you that this caused, but you were made curious by Tommy sticking his hand out toward you. You sat up in the bed and reached your hand out to his. He swiftly pulled you from the bed into a warm embrace, his arms draped around your midsection, his forehead leaning on yours.

“We should get you back to Aunt Pol’s house,” Tommy said in a hushed tone. “Get you home. You’ve already been here much longer than you originally planned. Someone on the other side of that door is bound to be worried about you.”

You sighed, leaning up, stopping just before your lips touched his. “Just one more kiss for the road… something to remember the night by…” you said before grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashing your lips onto his.

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You hung the coat you had taken back up; you felt like it was only right. You could hear Aunt Pol and Tommy talking through the door. You couldn’t make out what exactly they were saying, but you could hear Tommy’s low, raspy tone through the wood. It made it so hard to leave. You let out a soft sigh. What was the harm in staying a little longer? You were about to walk back out into Aunt Pol’s sitting room when you heard voices on the other side of the Bunker’s door. Your heart nearly stopped. Your family must have gotten back from their hunt. You quickly opened the Bunker door and fled through it, fumbling to lock it behind you with the keys. “Y/n!” Your dad called, “Y/n, we’re home!”

Once the door was shut and locked, you brushed off your pants and briefly ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make sure that you looked presentable. When you felt ready, you ran down the hallway and made your way to the main area of the Bunker, a large smile on your face. Your dad and your Uncle Sam both were smiling brightly at you as they came down the stairs. “Oh, Y/n, there you are,” Sam said, still beaming.

“Sorry, I was all the way in my room… What’s got you two so happy?” you asked, genuinely curious about their current state.

“We have a surprise for you,” Dean replied.

“Oh?” You questioned.

“Come on in!” Dean called.

Suddenly, Cas was standing directly in front of you; his smile was also wide. “Castiel!!” You cheered, engulfing him in a hug. Since he and your dad started dating, he has become like a second father to you. You had been so worried about him since he had gone missing, and you were thrilled to have him back. He hugged you back tightly, his arms wrapped around your back, gently swinging you side to side.

“It’s good to see you, Y/n… I’ve missed you,” he said quietly.

“I’ve missed you too… so much… I know my dad has too…” You pulled back from the hug so you could look him in the eye. You couldn’t stop the huge grin on your face. “This is a huge win for us. We have to do something to celebrate having Cas back.”

“Drinks are on me tonight. Do we feel like going out, or do we just want to get something from the store and watch a movie or something?” Dean asked, rubbing his hands together.

You laughed. You knew his go-to was to get a drink, but he hardly ever bought you a round when he had one. “I’m included? I’m honored,” you teased.

Your dad rolled his eyes. “So what are we feeling?”

“Probably safer to just get something from the store and stay in,” Sam replied. His face looks a little more gloomy than it did before. “Going out would be fun, but I don’t think it’s worth the risk right now.”

Dean sighed. “I hate that you’re right.” Dean ran his hand through his hair. “Cas and I will run and get drinks from the local convenience store, and then we can all have some and pick a movie to watch together. Sound like a plan?”

“So I’m still trapped in the bunker?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Dean let out another sigh. “We’ve been over this–”

“You were just talking about going out to a bar, and now I can’t even go to the store?” You snapped back. “I am tired of being in here. These walls get boring after a while, Dad.”

“Guys, let’s not do this,” Sam intervened, “We just got Cas back. This is a happy moment. It’s safer for you to stay in the Bunker, Y/n, but I’ll stay here with you while Dean and Cas go get the drinks, so you're not alone this time, okay?”

It was your turn to sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll stay here. You better bring back something good to drink.”

“I always pick the best drinks!” Dean replied.

“Untrue,” you responded, completely deadpan.

“Cold,” your dad answered. “Come on, Cas. Let’s go.”

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You, Cas, Sam, and Dean drank mostly beer and sat around the Bunker’s TV, watching movies into the early hours of the morning. Things felt almost normal again. You missed this; you really missed Cas. Now that he was back, things were starting to look up again for Team Free Will. You waved goodnight to everyone around 3 am and headed for your room. It was about the same size as the other bedrooms in the bunker, but you had really taken the time to make it your own. You had painted the walls your favorite color; there were thrifted decorations lining the walls and a cozy comforter covering your bed. You turned off the overhead light and turned on your bedside table lamp as you got ready for bed. You changed yourself into your pajamas and decided you wanted to run to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On your way to the kitchen, you pass Tommy’s door. You stopped at it for a brief moment, thinking about the events of the last day, and you blushed. You missed Tommy already, but you knew it would probably be a while before you could see him again. Your family was all back in the bunker, and they were definitely going to notice if you disappeared for hours on end. What you weren’t expecting was a soft knock coming from the door. You almost thought you were mistaken, that the sound wasn’t real… but then it happened again. You sprinted down the hall, back to your room, and grabbed the keys to the door as quickly as you could without being too loud in your footsteps. You fumbled briefly with the keys as you tried to open the door but eventually managed to unlock it and quietly pulled it open. On the other side, you were surprised to see Tommy. He looked tired, slightly bruised, and bloodied, though you had no idea what from. “Sorry to bother you at home, Love,” he said, his voice deep and grainy.

You looked both ways down the hallway. There was no signs of life. No one else in the bunker seemed to have been stirred by the knocking. You were in the clear (at least for now). You grabbed Tommy’s hand and pulled him all the way into the hallway, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not a bother. Never will be. What happened to you?”

The door shut quietly, leaving you both standing in the bunker. Tommy looked out of place. He didn’t fit the aesthetics of the bunker at all, but that didn’t matter to you in the slightest. He was perfect in your eyes, even if he was from a different time. “Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “I just needed to see you after the day I’ve had.”

Without saying anything else, you pulled him along quickly, taking him to your room. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in when the door shut behind you both. Tommy chuckled. “Based on how you’re acting, I’m assuming we’re not alone in this place.”

“Far from it,” you replied. “My parents are here, as well as my uncle.”

“Oh Christ…” Tommy muttered. “So your whole family are Men of Letters then?”

You felt another pang of guilt, similar to the one you had felt last night. You hated that you had to lie to him, but you felt like it was the safest option. “Something like that.”

“We’ll just have to be extra quiet then…” Tommy said. He closed the gap between the two of you, resting his hands on your hips. He pulled you closer by your hips, his lips hovering over yours. The only sound that could be heard was the noise of you both breathing. You put your hands on either side of his face and took the plunge, connecting your lips to his. One of his hands instantly started to slip under your pajama bottoms, causing you to moan quietly against his lips. He pulled away slightly, putting the pointer finger of his free hand up to your lips. “Quiet Dove… Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us…”

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door. “Y/n?” A voice called through the heavy wood. It was your dad. Your eyes went wide.

“Fuck!” you whispered. “You have to hide.” Tommy pulled away from you, and you were so close to whimpering, but you did your best to hold it together. “Just a second!” you called through the door. You grabbed Tommy by the hand and led him over to your bathroom. “Go in and lock the door. Turn off the light.”

He didn’t argue with you, though you could tell by the look on his face that he had some thoughts about your plan. You shut the door behind him and watched the light turn off from the crack under the door. You did your best to straighten out your clothes and hair before putting a smile on your face. You walked back over to your door and opened it, greeting Dean with that smile. “Hey, what can I do for you?”

“Everything alright? I could have sworn that I heard someone else’s voice in here…”

You gulped. “What? No… There’s no one else here. Just me getting ready for bed. I did have my TV on, though. Maybe that’s what you heard?”

Dean’s eyes searched your face. You knew he was trying to read you to see if you were lying. You held your ground. “Yeah, maybe that’s all it was. Let me know if there’s any trouble though, alright, Y/n?”

“Of course, always…”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Dean replied with a yawn.

“Goodnight!” You shut your door behind your dad and locked it, taking a big deep breath when you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. Tommy let himself out of the bathroom, chuckling softly at your performance.

“I can’t believe you would lie to him like that,” Tommy teased as he walked over to you, resting hands back on your hips. “Where were we?”

You cupped his cheek, smiling brightly at him. You hate that you had to hide something as big as a lover from your family, but there was something about Tommy that made you not care about any of that. When you were with him, you could just be you. Not a hunter, not a Winchester, just you. “I believe you were about to kiss me again, Tommy…”

You smiled before he leaned down, once again connecting your lips to his.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 months ago

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Mine - Part 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 4235

Chapter Summary: Steve struggles with trust issues until a friendly face stops by. He knows he has to start somewhere so why not something that will mean everything to you? Steve and you discover that you will soon be having a child together. Will this news break you down or will it give you the future you always wanted?

Chapter Warnings: Some angst, fluff moments, learning to trust, smut, fingering, brief hand job, multiple orgasms, Stockholm Syndrome & pregnancy kink.

A/N: This chapter isn’t dark like the other ones. This is the final chapter but there will be an epilogue later on.

A/N 2: header by @fictional-affairs and thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

To catch up on the series read here: Mine - Series Masterlist

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It’s been a week since you both decided to start over again. Building trust was important to both of you and being honest, whether one wanted to hear the truth or not, was just as important. You and Steve were able to start this unconventional relationship by talking about anything and everything.

Of course, Steve wanted to talk about your future and what you both wanted or saw in the next five years. His answer was simple: he wanted to be married and have kids. He wanted everything he had ever dreamt of and he saw that future with you.

Yours you hesitated on at first. Yes, you wanted to get married in a small intimate wedding and eventually wanted to start a family. You also desired a little freedom to be able to do all of this one day as you wanted to shed the rocky start you both had. It was important to also be able to get your super soldier strength back as you wanted to feel normal again and not this frail human being he reduced you to. Steve told you he would think about that one and that you needed to earn it.

The sex was also amazing between the two of you. It was as if you were a newly married couple on their honeymoon as many times as you did it throughout the day. The pleasure you would pull out of one another drove the cravings to new heights. This had to be the highlight of your days spent with him. However, you did worry about the lack of birth control not being used.

Though as amazing as that was, a part of you deep down inside still felt trapped and wanted to escape. The other part argued that you have one of the best setups in your life and you could finally be with the one man you always had feelings for. You had the house you wanted, the man you wanted, and this could be the life you always dreamt of. Maybe it didn’t start like you thought but you deserved to have this dream come true even if Steve was still controlling and watching you like a hawk at every moment.

Your days seem to become repetitive as well and that starts weighing you down. Something was missing in your life and you knew just what it was, friends. You missed hanging out with Natasha. You missed the gossip, the laughs, and especially the training with her. Is this something that Steve would allow you to have again? This was a conversation you will need to have with him.

For now, you stayed curled up on the couch reading your favorite book while Steve was on the phone with Tony just outside the door. He watched you with curious eyes, making sure you didn’t run like you had in the past. Though he told himself this was a new start and he had to learn to trust you to do the right thing. The call wasn’t long and it was mainly catching up. Steve also placed an order for food and supplies they would need for the month. Steve was sure to give a list of things you asked for that would make your stay comfortable. When he was done he hung up the phone and walked into the house.

You looked up from your book and met his deep blue eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the man you loved. Patting the seat on the couch next to you, Steve took the hint and sat down. Your hand held his momentarily as he got comfy next to you. Taking a breath you worked up the courage to ask him a question.

“Steve, what would you say to me reaching out to Natasha? I mean she was my best friend after all and I miss her dearly. I miss the talks with her and the support she gave me. I need to have someone to talk with besides you.”

You bit your lower lip and worried maybe you stepped over the line. But Steve gave you a reassuring smile as his hand tightened around yours.

“I think we can work that out. I know Nat has been bugging me since you came here. She really misses you as well. Just know she won’t try to help you escape. She will just be your friend only.”

Steve stared at you as he watched his words sink in. You nodded your head in agreement knowing full well that Nat wouldn’t help you since Steve had hinted at that before. You had a feeling that all the Avengers were in on this which broke your heart initially. Little did you know that they each were out for a partner to call their own? For now, you continued to make the best of your situation despite all your mixed feelings.

Steve was a man of his word and Natasha came to visit you both a week later. He was outside talking to her while you waited patiently in the living room. You wondered what Steve was saying to her. Was he placing down rules for the visit or having a friendly chat? Your nerves were starting to get the best of you until you heard the door open and shut. Looking over your shoulder you saw Nat and Steve walking into the room smiling. Nat practically ran to you as you stood up from the couch. Her arms wrapped around you and you smiled hugging her back.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Nat whispered into your ear.

Tears formed in your eyes as you whispered the same thing to her. “I’ve missed you too.”

Steve watched as you both embraced and he could see the smiles on both of your faces. If this is what you needed to make you more comfortable and trusting around him, then that needed to be. Steve cleared his throat to get both of their attention.

“I hope you two have a wonderful time catching up. If you need me I will be outside.”

As he turned on his heel to leave you called out for him, “Steve?”

He turned to look at you.

“Thank you for this. I appreciate it.”

Steve nodded and headed outside to get some work done.

When you both were alone you sat on the couch facing each other. Nat smiled at you as she took in your appearance. She was good at always reading you.

“So how are you doing? This is me asking as your friend, not Steve’s spy.”

“I’m doing well. I mean what’s there really to say? I was forced here by Steve, the man I have loved for years, to become some housewife or sex object to him. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy the sex now but everything started so badly between us.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear you at least love him. I get how things started out was rocky for you but are you pleased with him now?” Nat inquired.

You sighed and nodded your head. “I’m as happy as I can be in my situation. I’m still mad he won’t let me have my super soldier powers back. He said I had to earn it. I don’t even know where to start Nat with that. He may never give me that back and I’m tired of feeling frail all the time. I mean even now as we speak I’m not well. I started throwing up a few mornings ago and I feel like death. I’m tired and I just can’t keep up with him.”

Nat looked at you up and down taking in your features. A soft smile played on her lips. “When was the last time you had your cycle?”

You started to think of the last time you had it. “I think the last time was before Steve brought me here. You don’t think I’m pregnant do you?”

“How often do you have unprotected sex?” She questioned.

It was at the moment your stomach felt ill again. “I-we have it daily. Like several times a day.”

Nat grinned at you. “I have to say you’re glowing. I just so happened to bring some tests with me as Steve asked me to. Here let me get you one.”

Nat walked over to the dining room table and opened a bag she had with her. Taking the test she handed it to you. “Go and take it. I will wait for you here.”

You grabbed the test from her and practically ran to the bathroom on the first floor. Quickly, you took the test and sat it on the counter. The test felt like it was taking forever to give you results. You were thinking how you just told Steve over a week ago that you wanted to wait. What would you do if this came back positive? Heck, you did want a child one day but not now while you’re trying to figure this relationship out.

A knock on the door had you panicking as you looked down to see the result was indeed positive. A gasp left your mouth as another knock and Nat’s voice filled the air. You opened the door with tears streaming down your face. Nat looked at you and hugged you instantly knowing what the result was.

“I’m not ready Nat. Not now while we are working through everything.”

Nat just held you running soft soothing circles on your back. “You’re ready my friend. This is what you have always wanted with the person you’re with. It may be a shock now but let it sink in over the next few weeks. I know Steve is going to be very excited to hear the news.”

As if the news wasn’t shocking enough the door closed behind Steve as he entered the room. “What news?” he asked as he took in your distressed look and tears.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Steve takes a few steps toward you and Nat. His voice is laced with concern.

You let go of Nat and take a few steps back, trying to put distance between the two of you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to feel. Everything was starting to feel rushed instead of flowing naturally between you and Steve. The room started to get warm and your vision started to tunnel.

“Hun you don’t look okay. Why don’t you sit down.” Nat asked as you stumbled in the living room.

The room felt like it was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach. This is all a bad dream you were telling yourself. You started to hyperventilate which caused Steve to move quicker so he was now by your side holding your shoulders.

“Sweetheart, what do you need? You’re starting to scare me.” He stated, taking in your features.

“I’m gonna be sick.” You exclaimed, pushing him away and running to the bathroom. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet as Steve stood outside the door.

“Nat, I’m worried. She’s been throwing up a lot lately. I’m thinking we need a doctor to see why she is so sick.”

Nat shook her head. “Steve, can't you see she’s not sick like a cold, she’s pregnant. All those mornings being sick to her stomach and she hasn’t had her cycle since before you brought her here. You both are gonna have a baby.”

Steve stood there shocked by what his friend was saying. He did it. He finally did what he set out to accomplish. This child was going to bind them together forever. Now he just needed to get married to her to make it official.

“I-I’m going to be a dad?” Tears filled his eyes as he watched you flush the toilet and sit up against the wall.

Steve knelt next to you and gently hugged you. You weren’t feeling all that great but let Steve do as he pleased. He held you close as he whispered how much he loved you.

“We’re gonna be a family sweetheart. Can’t you just picture how perfect our lives are gonna be?” Steve went to kiss your forehead but you pushed him back causing him to land on his butt.

“No Steve this is not perfect, nothing about this is perfect. What we needed was time together to work on us. I still needed time to adjust to this life you threw on me. Now I have to focus on a baby instead who is gonna grow up with a psychopath for a dad.”

Steve stood up, towering over you. “I’m not a psychopath. I’m not the bad guy here. Remember it takes two people to make a baby. You never complained once while we made love. I get that you’re scared but I would watch your tone with me.”

You stood up from the floor and stared angrily into his dark blue eyes. “I never asked this in my life. Remember I’m the victim here. Now bringing a baby into the equation they will be a victim as well. Where are they supposed to make friends in the middle of nowhere? Go to school? They will wonder why I can’t go anywhere.” Tears started to fall from your eyes. “I feel suffocated being in this house all the time and having no freedom. Right now you are ruining the one time I could see a friendly face. I just can’t handle this anymore.”

Nat walked in between the two of you and held you while you cried. Steve stared at the two women and was about to say something when Nat shook her head no. Angry with how this took a turn for the worse Steve headed for the door and left slamming the door behind him.

“Come on dear, let's go sit down. The stress isn’t good for a baby.” Walking to the couch you both sit down, not saying anything for several minutes.

“Nat, what am I supposed to do?” You whispered.

“Do you love Steve?” She asked.

You gave her a weird look. “Why does that matter?”

Nat chuckled, “Don’t be difficult 'cause you're mad it’s a simple answer. Do you love him?”

Taking a deep breath in and out you nodded. “Of course I do. I always have despite everything that has happened between us.”

Nat smiled at you. “That’s great. Now do you regret getting pregnant?”

“No, I don’t. I’m just shocked that it happened so fast. I just feel alone in this.” You looked down at your hands in your lap.

“Breathe hun. First off you aren’t alone. You have Steve and me to help you out. You will have the best doctor who will help you through all this. Plus Bucky and his wife are about due any day now with their baby. Bucky doesn’t live that far from here and you know the guys will want to raise the kids together. So you don’t have to worry about your child being alone. I promise you everything is going to work out.”

You think about everything Nat just said and determine she has a point. Maybe things won’t be as bad as you think. Steve was starting to trust you around the house more and now with a baby on the way maybe he would start giving you more freedom. It’s not like you could run anyway, especially while pregnant. Steve would hunt you down in a heartbeat and make your life hell again. You decide to make things work for the sake of the baby. There was love and hope between the two of you. Steve was old-fashioned and no doubt was planning to propose to you now. You decided no more whining, no more doubt, that today going forward you were going to embrace your new life.

You headed upstairs to relax as Nat was leaving the house. She ran into Steve and told him about the conversation you just had together. Nat reassured Steve that you weren’t gonna run away and that you just needed time to wrap your brain around the news. Nat explained how you came out and confessed your love toward him. That she thought this was good enough to keep you together.

This made Steve happy to hear. He wished you would have expressed this to him but was grateful that you had Nat to talk with. Steve had put up all the food and supplies that Nat brought with her and she was about to leave.

“One more thing Steve. You have to give her back her super soldier powers again. She will need it during her pregnancy but will give her even more reason to trust you. This will be the right decision for you both.”

“Nat, are you sure she just won’t take off with the baby? I would be devastated to lose them both.” Steve stared at Nat with his hands on his hips trying to assess her.

“I swear to you as your friend and future aunt to your baby that she won’t run. You need to give her room to breathe.”

Steve let out a sigh. “Okay, I will do this for her.”

Nat hugged Steve and headed for her quinjet. She took off and headed back to New York.

Steve headed inside to look for you. Climbing the stairs he found you on the bed relaxing and talking to your stomach.

“I love you so much, my peanut. I can’t wait to meet you and hold you close to me. You’re gonna be your mama and daddy’s perfect little angel when you arrive.” You rubbed your stomach a couple of times before Steve interrupted you with him clearing his throat. You rolled over to see him walk into the bedroom and sit down next to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry for getting upset earlier at you. When you called me a psychopath that hurt me. I’ve never shown you anything but love.”

You sat up on the bed next to him and took a breath. “I’m sorry for calling you that. I was just stressed and a little angry at the time. I know you have always shown me love and attention. So please accept my apology.”

Steve leaned in and wrapped an arm around you to hug you. “I forgive you. Also, I wanted to show you that I trust you by doing this.”

His fingers gently grabbed your wrist where the bracelet was and he put his thumbprint on it. The bracelet blinked a couple of times and then opened. He took the bracelet off you. Within moments you could feel your body tingle and then it stopped.

“I don’t want to control you anymore so now you’re super soldier serum should be working once again. I want us to be equals in this relationship. I want you to be able to trust me and vice versa. We are going to become a family and I want this to work between us.” Steve rubbed the back of his head and just continued to gaze at you.

You couldn’t believe what he just did. This meant so much to you that you got teary-eyed. “Steve, I don't even know where to begin to thank you. To know you trust me enough to take that bracelet off means the world to me. I want you to know I’m with you until the end of the line.”

Steve hugged you tight, kissing you on the forehead.

“God, I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch our kids grow and I want to grow old with you. You bring out the best of me sweetheart and I know I can do the same with you. What I’m trying to get at is will you be mine forever by marrying me?”

Steve got down on one knee and pulled a black velvet box out of his pants pocket. As he opened it your mouth dropped open in shock as you stared at a beautiful diamond ring that was shining back at you.

“Yes! Yes, I will.”

You threw yourself at Steve who caught you easily. Your lips planted on his as you both started to kiss. Steve’s tongue caressed yours as you moaned into the kiss. Your fingers ran through his hair causing a groan from him. Steve pulled back briefly and started to take the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your ring finger. Steve lifted you with ease and gently placed you onto the bed.

“I want you sweetheart. I need to be inside you. What do you say? Will you be mine?” He huskily asked.

You nodded your head and started to pull clothes off one another. Clothes were flying around the room until you were both naked. The both of you were knelt on the bed when Steve’s fingers moved swiftly to your pussy and felt that you were already aroused. Pushing his fingers into you, you let out a gasp as he started to thrust them into you. Every thrust inside you had you moaning over and over again. Your forehead rested against his shoulder as he continued to pull you apart piece by piece. Steve made a come hither motion with his fingers against that spongy spot inside you. Within seconds you were cumming on his fingers and groaning his name. As he pulled his fingers out of you, you shoved him onto his back and straddled him.

“Sorry Stevie but I need you.”

You wrap your hand around his hard cock and start to stroke him. Your hand starts slow and steady finding a nice rhythm that has him softly cussing at how good it feels. When you see precum spilling down his tip you speed up a little making him a panting mess as you continue to play with him. But you suddenly stop and rub his cock in between your folds as you adjust above him. His cock is right at your cunt and you start to sink down on him slowly causing him to whisper out “fuck”. Slowly you start to ride him. Up and down, up and down you ride him like your life depends on it. Steve grabs your hips as he thrusts up into you. Your hands are on his chest as you circle your hips to keep up your pace with him. You both are groaning and moaning at the sensation you both bring to the other.

Steve loves seeing you on top of him like this watching you ride his cock while purring out his name. Your breathy pants and the way you take him is the sexiest thing he has ever witnessed. His right hand slides to your stomach and he gently rubs his hand there. Knowing he was the one to get you pregnant makes him feel accomplished and proud. He would keep you pregnant as much as he could. Steve longed to see the changes your body would make from your wider hips to your breasts. He would worship you every day in bed for as long as he lived. His hand moves slowly down your stomach and finds his prize, your clit. Steve’s thumb lightly starts to rub circles around it making you moan more as you speed up riding him. He knows you’re close, and can feel your walls hugging his cock tight. He fucks up into you harder and has you cumming undone for him above him.

“Oh, Steve…” You shout above him as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your fingernails scratch down his chest causing him to hiss out in pleasure and pain.

Quickly Steve rolls you to your back and starts plunging into you over and over. All you can do is hold onto his shoulders as he takes you apart again. His hips are ruthless as they thrust into you at a punishing pace. Steve knows he's hit your spot when your eyes close and you choke out a moan. Your legs wrap tight around his slim waist as you let him take you higher and higher.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I need you to cum for me again.” He whispers down at you.

Harder and faster Steve continues to fuck you until your walls are tightening around him. You scream his name to the heavens cumming once more as he chases his end and cums deep inside you with a shout. Steve is panting above you as he pulls himself out of you and falls next to you on the bed. You're trying to catch your breath when you look over at him smiling as he kisses your shoulder.

“That was perfect Steve. Now that I have my super soldier strength back I can go several more rounds with you like before.” You wink at him and Steve lets out a growl.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress and have you begging for me to stop. But trust me I’m gonna be so thorough you won’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days. I’m gonna fuck this pussy every way I can imagine and make you mine again and again.

“Steve, I love when you talk like that. Now take me again…”

“My pleasure,” Steve smirked at you and kept his promise to destroy you.

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cbrownjc · 8 months ago

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My Long IWTV Season 2 Prediction Post:

So this is a long post containing all my (more or less) final predictions for Season 2 of IWTV. Mostly so I can keep track of everything I've been predicting since Season 1 ended.

I'm breaking this all up between General Predictions and some specific Episode Predictions. And I'll put it all under a spoiler cut due to the length and just in case any of this is correct, which would mean massive spoilers. Because yes, many of these predictions are based on things found in many of the books in the VC, not just IWTV; as well as recent trailers and other press material.

General Predictions:

Louis will attempt to end his life like he did in the book Merrick by the end of the season, likely in EP08: This is something that I've been predicting since EP05 of Season 1 first aired. I think it is pretty much my oldest prediction wrt the show, and one I've never wavered from. Now it's time to see if this prediction is right or not.

Lestat is asleep in a coma somewhere in the Al Shafar Tower, and is the source of The Groan: I first made this prediction back before EP07 of S01 aired. I wasn't too confident about it being proven during Season 1, but I think now is the time. Maybe Lestat's in the penthouse. Maybe he's in the basement. Maybe he is on some floor in between, I don't know. But something like The Groan wasn't spoken about as just some throw-away line. There is a reason it was pointed out. And I think that is because Lestat is the source for the sound and makes it sometimes while he is in his post-Memnoch coma state. And what is going to finally wake him up will be Louis doing what I predicted above in my first prediction.

Armand and Daniel's relationship (ie their past romantic relationship) will be revealed in EP08: I've been predicting this more times than I can count during the hiatus. Simply because, as far as general/causal audiences go, revealing it in the finale always just seemed like the most impactful place to reveal it.

The missing pages of Claudia's diaries will reveal the information about her that we learned in the book Merrick, particularly regarding her feelings toward Louis: Via the link above I made a long meta post about that. I'll say more about it below, but in general, why Louis is going to do what he does by the end of EP08 will be because of what he reads/learns from Claudia's missing diary pages, just like as what happened with book!Louis in Merrick.

Louis will begin to awaken his Fire Gift abilities during the season: There is a quick shot in one of the preview trailers of what looks to be Louis setting one of his photographs on fire, but not with a match or candle or anything, but just by staring at it. I think when Louis first discovers he has the ability to light things on fire like that, he'll not be overly excited about it or anything, and only reluctantly test it out sometimes . . . until he unleashes it in full in the season finale against the theater coven.

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Episode Predictions (Spoilers):

Episode One (many people have already seen this episode at the premiere, but there is one thing I was already predicting about it before then that I want to say again):

-- Louis and Claudia will not arrive in Paris until either the end of the episode or the beginning of Episode Two.

-- This episode will be a set up to explain how revenants are created. That they are made if you try to turn a human but don't give them enough blood; OR if you don't scatter the ashes of a vampire that has been reduced to one. This will be done to set up both why Claudia's ashes had to be scattered AND the risks being made to bring Louis back either at the end of Season 2 or the beginning of Season 3.

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Episode Two:

-- Not much to say really that most don't already know/suspect. Louis and Claudia arrive in Paris, and Armand and Louis first meet. Louis and Claudia meet the whole theater coven.

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Episode Three:

-- Again, not much to say. Armand's full backstory will be told. This is also the main episode where we'll see Nicki and what his fate was. We will probably also get confirmation from Armand that the backstory that Lestat told Louis and Claudia about Magnus and how Lestat said he was turned was true.

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Episode Four:

-- Louis and Armand have sex for the first time (with Dreamstat in Louis' head giving commentary 🤪).

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-- The "banquet" scene, where Armand puts the coven members to sleep and Louis and Santiago have a confrontation (Louis looking like he's going to cut Santiago's tongue out.)

-- We will see the rift between Claudia and Louis continue to grow, as well as Claudia's distrust/dislike of Armand.

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Episode Five:

-- "Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat." 😂

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Yeah. We'll see this moment above in Episode 5. And Louis and Armand will basically deliver all their break-up dialogue from the end of the first book HERE, in Louis' shitty apartment in San Francisco; after Louis has attacked and almost killed Daniel.

This means that yes, Louis will confirm to Armand that he knows what Armand did to Claudia here. (With only heavy illusions made about what her ultimate fate has been.) And then Armand will give his "I thought you'd get over it" monologue.

And while Louis and Armand won't fully go their separate ways as they did in the book after all of this (because Armand will still feel he needs to look after Louis), we will very much understand that these two are not a happy couple at this point in time, and are full-on toxic in their own unique way.

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-- Along with the FULL 1973 interview, The Chase between Armand and Daniel will be shown almost in full. We'll see a lot of things about The Chase, but we will probably not see fully when, or how, it ended.

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Episode Six:

-- "I betrayed Louis once in my life and it wasn't in San Francisco." Armand says this to Daniel in Dubai in this episode.

-- Madeleine gets turned in this episode.

-- Louis says goodbye/breaks up with Armand.

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-- "The Last Supper."

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-- The episode will end with Louis, Claudia, and Madeleine all being taken by the Theater coven to be put on trial. Armand gives Louis a "Judas kiss" and leaves the three alone at the dinner table right before they are taken.

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Episode Seven:

-- Okay so, back when the Jones Cut trailer first aired, I said that this moment was Rockstar Lestat:

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Well, I was wrong about that. Why? Well take a look at this:

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Do you see it? Behind Santiago, in the upper left. That is the same key prop on the railing as in the shot with Lestat on the right on the railing. If you squint, you can also kind of make out the musical notes on the railing to the left of the Lestat image on the railing on the right in the Santiago one.

The shot of Lestat isn't Rockstar Lestat, as I first thought it was. It is the real Lestat's first entrance into Season 2. And it's going to be at the trial, in Episode Seven.

-- And because Lestat is making his first entrance in the way I talked about above? This is 100% from Armand's POV with some of Louis' misremembered POV with it. Because Lestat was not in any condition to make THIS kind of entrance on his own.

-- The revisit of Mardi Gras Murder Night from EP07 of Season 1 will happen here, during the trial. And it will be revealed that Claudia alone slit Lestat's throat while Louis stood by passively, while Lestat begged Louis to put him in his coffin. (Matching up to what Claudia wrote, in Lestat's blood, what his last words were.) Giving the full context to this moment we only saw in a flash in EP07 of Season 1:

Which will then lead into . . .

-- The revisit of the Louis-Lestat fight from EP05 of Season 1 will be shown in this episode as well. (And will give viewers, particularly non-book readers, their first hints of Amel.) And because of what happened in that fight, specifically why that fight started in the first place, will tie into . . .

-- Claudia's diaries, which will be read at the trial. Out loud. By Santiago. And more specifically the missing pages, which we see Louis and Armand talk about in this preview, will contain some damning evidence that will all lead to . . .

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-- Claudia will reveal right there, on stage, to Louis himself, how much she hates him and blames him more for her situation than she does Lestat. Because "It's never been about me." Lestat made her for Louis. If Louis hadn't wanted her, she would never have been turned.

-- This episode will end with Claudia's death. Louis will be rescued from his coffin prison by Armand, and the episode will end with Louis breaking down over her loss -- both in the past and in the present in Dubai now that he remembers everything about Claudia's true feelings towards him right before she died.

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Episode Eight:

-- Louis goes all Carrie/Firestarter on the Theater coven (after warning Armand to stay away first), unleashing his full Fire Gift powers on them all.

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-- Louis grieving in the park -- the same park where he first met Armand -- in the rain after destroying the theater coven, comforted by Dreamstat. And then Armand arrives . . . because Armand is whom Louis was actually waiting for. Why? Because, as Louis said about it in the book --

Where to go then, if not to die? It was strange how the answer came to me.

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-- Louis and Armand (and Dreamstat) go to the "Louver" for that moment from the book; which in the show has been replaced with someplace else since, post WWII, the Louver was apparently still closed at that time. It will be revealed that Louis knows of Armand's hand in Claudia's fate, shown via Dreamstat's reaction to everything Armand says about what happened.

-- And this will all now tie everything together into what will be alluded to about Claudia -- and Louis knowing Armand had a hand in it whatever it was -- in Episode 5 . . . and this now reveals why Louis and Armand's relationship has not been a happy one at all over the years, as we will see in Episode 5. And this will all be summed up by Louis probably saying this from the book directly to Armand:

"Yes, that is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other."

-- And the "Louver" scene will be the last scene we see Dreamstat in, as it will be here that Armand will tell Louis that Lestat died in the destruction of the theater. And Louis will believe him.

-- Armand, in the present in Dubai, will reveal the head thing he did to Claudia before she died.

-- Armand will reveal how he threw Lestat off Magnus' tower, even after Lestat was badly burned by Louis setting fire to the theater (but survived).

-- we will find out WHY Louis stopped feeding on humans in the year 2000. And it's probably not something anyone expects.

-- At some point in here it will be revealed that Lestat and Louis do reunite after Paris -- for real -- for a time, in the recent past. As seen by this hug:

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However, something happened that made Lestat unavailable/incapacitated again (some Memnoch-type event is my guess.) So Lestat is now in a coma and Louis, rather than be alone, chooses to stay with Armand for the same reason he did after losing Claudia in Paris.

-- In Dubai, Louis will try to end his life via sunlight exposure, as he did in the book Merrick (as I noted above). Because, along with finally remembering the truth about how Claudia really felt about him, Louis will also be under the impression that Lestat will never wake from his coma again.

-- The bookcase collapsing around Daniel is a consequence of Lestat waking up from his coma after he stops hearing Louis' heart beating. (I.E. a visual representation of Lestat "shattering the realm" as it is apparently explained in the book Prince Lestat about this moment when he woke up in Merrick.)

-- Armand saves Daniel from getting crushed by the bookcase, which will also come tumbling down after the books and glass do.

-- Somewhere in all of that, Daniel will have a flashback that reveals he and Armand were actually lovers in the past. Daniel will be stunned by the memory. Armand will just be surprised that Daniel finally remembered it.

-- Armand and Daniel won't have time to talk about it though because Armand fears/will realize that Louis has done something that caused the commotion to happen (and likely because he also notices The Groan has stopped).

-- Armand and Daniel find Louis' body, burnt to coal ash. Lestat is either already there with Louis' body or arrives very soon after they do.

-- Whether we see Lestat revive Louis (as he was revived in Merrick) at the end of the episode (with Armand's help) or if we are left on a cliffhanger about it? IDK.

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The predictions above are all the ones I feel most confident about right now. There are some others I have, but I'm not very confident about them, so I'm not listing them. I might mention them in individual posts after certain episodes air or not.

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rohansdisciple · 1 year ago

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𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ★ .

summary : elliot breeding after you say ‘yes’ to him asking for a baby ♥︎ .

warnings : romance / smut / nsfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship / married . pet names used . nipple play . sex toy ( vibrator ) . oral ( fem receiving ) . squirting . p in v sex . light marking . breeding . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !

word count : about 3.1 k *

reading time : about 12 minutes *

other : 16+ ** . takes place in the stardew we all know and love, i believe i changed some minor things so the plot makes sense ! may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .

a / n : so last month while i was playing stardew valley elliott asked for a baby . which made me freeze in my seat by the way , then i said yes and moved on . then when my character had the baby , i froze once again . but that time i got an idea to write about him asking for the baby and the first baby making attempt :D ! so enjoy pookie bears ^ ^ !

credits to @ rookthornesartistry on tumblr and @ crispyporkbelly on deviant art for the dividers !

" finally , i reached the 100th floor ... " you sigh , finally arriving at the location you've been attempting to reach for weeks . you look at the time to see how long you've been down in the mines — it's almost 11 p.m . " i should call it a day and go home , " you think as you board the elevator to the top . when you exit the mines , you choose to use the warp totem to get to the farm since you have no desire to make the 30 - minute walk back to the house at this hour .

once you get to the house , you toss all your findings and valuables into a chest until you can sort and look at them all tomorrow . because right now , all you were concerned about was showering and then getting in bed with your husband . when you walk into the house , you head to the bathroom quietly , trying not to make too much noise since elliott is usually asleep at this time . when you switch on the bathroom light , you discover a nicely folded pair of your pajamas resting on top of the counter ; which is just a simple tank top and shorts . and it came with a note on top that said , ' enjoy your shower , love elliott ' . you grin once you finish reading the short note , and you have to remember to thank elliott for being so thoughtful and conveniently setting out your pajamas for you .

after enjoying your hot shower , you get out, get dressed , and then you make your way to the bedroom to rest for the night . you notice a dim light glowing beneath the bedroom door as you approach it . " maybe elliott forgot to turn the light off before he fell asleep ? " you think to yourself , still under the impression that he's sleeping . when you enter the bedroom , elliott is fully awake and reading a book in bed . it seems like he was waiting for you to come and join him .

“ hey babes , i didn’t expect to see you up at this hour ; whatcha doing up - ? ” you ask while you get into bed with him . “ i was too deep in thought that i couldn’t fall asleep , so i decided to read a book and wait for you to return , my love ... ” elliott chuckles as he places his book and reading glasses on the nightstand before lying down with you . " oh , by the way , thank you for setting out some clothes for me , sweetheart . i really do appreciate it , " you say softly . elliott places a kiss on your forehead and then says , " no problem, honey ... it's the least I can do when you work so hard every day , " he replies .

" did everything go well today , sweetheart ? " elliott asks as he caresses your cheek with his thumb . " mhm ... i got really lucky today in the mines , so i got a lot accomplished , " you reply in a hushed tone , closing your eyes for just a moment . " that's wonderful , my love ... " he says softly , his words trailing off .

for a while , neither of you speaks ; you're too busy enjoying elliott's touch , and he's preoccupied with his thoughts , which creates a brief moment of silence between the two of you. he can't decide whether this is a good time to talk to you about what’s been on his mind or if he should just drop it and talk to you about it some other time . once elliott convinces himself that now is the perfect time to talk about the thing that's been on his mind , he speaks up .

" can i talk to you about something , honey ? " " it's been on my mind for a while now - " elliott nervously says to you . " of course , what's on your mind , honey ? " you ask , sitting up and leaning against the bed's headboard . once he knows he has your full attention , he speaks , " so , i've been thinking about ... talking to you about trying for a child . " he pauses for a few seconds then continues , " i've always wanted to be a father , and now that i have such a lovely wife , i'd really like to have kids with you — if you want them , that is . " when he stops talking , elliott anxiously awaits your reply .

you consider what he said for a moment , and it suddenly hits you as to why elliott has been ' subtly ' mentioning babies and talking about how you two would be ' wonderful parents , ' and how the farm would be ' an amazing place for a child to grow up in ' . you sit there for a few minutes , silently considering whether you and elliott are ready to start a family , and all signs lead to the answer being yes . the house has enough space to raise a child ; you're financially secure , and you've always wanted to be a mother . " sure , let's try for a baby , elliott , " you say , smiling .

" a - are you sure , honey ? " elliott asks you . " mhm , i thought it through ; i think we're ready for a baby , " you say . elliott hugs you tightly and exclaims , " that's amazing , darling ! i'm happy that you said yes ! " " i'd be down to start trying right now, actually , " you offer boldly . " really ? ! r - right now , hon ? but aren't you tired from the day ... ? " elliott asks , slightly flustered by your suggestion . " i'm not that tired , sweetheart . and , besides , i can see you want to start trying now , too , " you tease , looking at the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

" you got me there , my love . the very thought of me getting you pregnant is exciting ... " elliott whispers , his face flushed as he caresses your waist . " you're just too beautiful to resist ... " he mutters as he draws you into a kiss . the kisses you two share start off soft and slow , but they quickly turn into more passionate ones as you both begin to caress and crave one another . elliott's hands quickly find their way under your shirt , and you tremble when you feel his cold hands grope your bare boobs . " mmh ... your hands are so cold - " you pant once you pull away from the kiss .

elliott chuckles when he hears you say that his hands are cold , and he says , " sorry, baby , they'll definitely warm up if i touch you some more , though ... " elliott teases as he removes his shirt and begins to shift his body on the bed . you watch as elliott positions himself to lean against the headboard of the bed . " come sit , my love ... with your back to my chest , " elliott says to you , patting his lap and pointing to the space in between where he wants you to sit . " o - okay ... " you murmur as you crawl closer to him , your gaze fixed on the growing tint in his sweats .

once you get situated , elliott takes off your shirt and places his big hands over your boobs . " you have such beautiful breasts , honey ... i love how sensitive your nipples are to my touch ... " elliott whispers in your ear , making you shiver . " ngh- " you moan as his fingers run over your nipples . " you like that , baby ? " elliott asks , placing soft kisses on your neck . " m-mhm ... i love it - " you gasp , savoring the sensation of him rolling your nipples in between his thumb and index finger . laying back and letting elliott pleasure your body has to be one of your favorite things ; every touch he gives you makes you tremble with excitement .

when elliott notices that you're practically shaking from him teasing your nipples , he knows you're craving for him to touch you . " e - elliott , please , touch me ... " you whine . elliott chuckles as he hears your desperate pleas for his touch , " alright , hon . lift your hips for me ... " he says as he begins to remove your shorts and panties . you do what he says , feeling yourself getting wetter with each second he doesn't touch you .

" open your legs too, darling ... i need to feel how wet you are for me , " elliott tells you as he puts his hands on your knees . " mmh , okay ... " you say breathily as you slowly open your legs for him . elliott's hands then run down your body slowly , making their way down to your wet pussy . " you're so wet for me , sweetheart ... it seems like the thought of me breeding you gets you excited too ... " elliott says teasingly as he spreads your pussy lips . " i - i charged the vibrator the other day ... could you use that on me , baby ? " you ask him . " oh , of course, darling ... anything for you , " he replies as he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out the vibrator .

" you want the lowest setting first , right , hon ? " elliott asks as he sets the vibrator on your clit and switches it on , the low vibrations causing your entire body to flush with heat when it comes into contact with your sensitive clit . " mmh ... y - yeah , that's good right there ... " you mumble . elliott moves the vibrator in slow circles against your clit while he teases your nipples with his unoccupied hand . " m - mph ... m - more ... please , baby ? " you whine . elliott turns the vibrator on the highest setting when he hears you ask for more .

" okay , hon ... does that feel good ? " he asks . " hngh-! y - yes ... " you moan loudly as you grip onto elliott's thighs , attempting to stay in place . not even a minute later , elliott notices you were about to cum from how uncontrollable your moans became . " i - i'm gonna cum - ! c - can i cum ... " you cry out . elliott then takes the vibrator off your throbbing clit and puts it aside , which causes whimpers to fall from your lips . " not yet , dear ... i want you to cum on my face , " he says to you as he shifts his body to where he's laying on the pillows .

" come sit , sweetheart , let me take care of you ... " elliott says inviting you to sit on his face . you immediately do what he asked , hovering your wet pussy above his mouth since you're desperate for some sort of release . that , combined with the fact that you enjoy it when elliott eats you out because he has a very good tongue got you even more excited than you already were . " i - is this good , babe ? " you ask elliott . " i told you to sit , not hover , darling ... " elliott replies as he squeezes your ass . " but , honey , i don't want to suffocate you - " you explain , having only sat on his face once before . " you don't have to be worried , sweetie . " elliott says , " just sit ... " he says , guiding you down until you are fully seated on his face .

" o - oh my god ... e - elliott ! " you moan in pure ecstasy as his tongue begins to suck on your aching clit . elliott laps and sucks at your clit like he's a starved man who hasn't eaten in weeks , causing you to only think about the immense pleasure you're feeling . elliott can tell how close you are to cumming from how much your body is shaking . " hngh! b - baby ... i - i'm so close ... " you say , holding onto the headboard for support as the knot in your stomach tightens .

when elliott hears those words leave your lips , he focuses on getting you to your climax , continuing to slip his tongue in and out of your wet hole , his nose brushing over your clit as he does . seconds later , you feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel . " mph! m'cumming - ! " you moan loudly as your intense orgasm hits you , making you accidentally squirt on elliott's face .

when you come down from your high , you return to your senses and you get off elliott's face . " are you okay , babe ? " you ask , staring at all the fluids you've left on his face . " hehe , i'm more than okay , baby , " elliott says with a contented smile as he wipes his mouth and sits up . " but i'm not done with you yet , darling ... " he says as he removes his boxers and sweatpants, revealing his stiff cock . the pre - cum dripping from his rosy red tip alone is enough to make you drool . you want him inside of you badly ; you desperately want him to breed you right now . " now , on your back , honey ... we're not done just yet . " he whispers in your ear .

when you lay on your back , elliott traps your body beneath his , pinning you down to the bed . " i love you , y / n , " elliott says softly as his fingers intertwine with yours and your lips meet in a passionate kiss . " baby , is it alright if i put it in now ? " elliott maintains a low voice . " i'm afraid i won't be able to contain myself for much longer . " " as i said earlier , you're too beautiful for me to resist ... " he adds , his cock twitching against you . " mhm , go ahead , darling ... " you reply , touching his flushed face . elliott then rubs the tip of his cock on your clit before slowly pushing his cock inside your warm pussy while letting out a low moan .

" you doing okay there , love ? " he asks once he bottoms out . " m - mhm ... m'good , " you say , your walls clenching around elliott's shaft . " do you need a minute to adjust , my dear ? " elliott asks . you merely nod in response . " alright ... let me know when you're ready , okay ? " he adds lovingly as he caresses your cheek .

after a few moments , you say , " i've adjusted ... you can move now , baby . " alright , darling ... " elliott says as he begins to move . elliott let's out a soft grunt as he thrusts into you , your warm walls feel amazing around his cock . that , combined with the fact that you two haven't had sex in weeks , makes him feel like he's in heaven right now . " y - you feel so good , my love ... " elliott says as his pace quickens . " mmh ... s'good - " you moan softly as you rub fast circles on your clit .

elliott's hands then grip your waist to keep a steady pace , so every thrust gives you the pleasure your body deserves and desires . " mph ... y - you're so beautiful , y / n ... " elliott whispers in your ear through his moans . elliott begins to place small hickeys on your neck as he attempts to find that spot inside of you that drives you insane every time . when the tip of elliott's cock hits your g - spot , your eyes roll to the back of your head with ease . " hngh-! r - right there - ! d-don't stop - ! " you moan loudly . " you like that , baby ? i'll keep doing it then - " elliott pants .

the bedroom is quickly filled with the sounds of skin slapping together , your moans , and elliott's low groans and pants . both of you are clinging to each other so desperately , like the pleasure you two are feeling would just stop if either of you let go . elliott pounds into you mercilessly as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter by the second . elliott can tell you're close to your orgasm from the way your walls are clenching around him . " y - you're gonna cum , yeah ? j - just let go , baby - " elliott says to you . with a few more deep thrusts and touches to your clit , you can feel the knot in your stomach unraveling . " mmph ! m'cumming ! " you moan , your whole body shaking violently as you cling to elliott .

it took every fiber of elliott's being not to cum inside of you right then and there as your walls pulsated around his cock as he continued to thrust into you as fast as he could . " mph! it's s'deep - " you whine . you couldn't deny that elliott looked so hot with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he pounded into your sloppily wet cunt . you can tell from how erratic and rough elliott's thrusts were becoming and the way his face was twisting in pleasure that he was close to reaching his orgasm .

" y - y / n ... i - i can cum inside , right ? " elliott asks , wanting to make sure that this is what you wanted . " y - yes ... mph- ...stuff me full w - with your cum - " you say in between moans . now that you've told elliott that you wanted him to cum inside of you , he's only focused on two things — getting off and , most importantly , breeding you . elliott continued at his rough and fast pace , not letting up until he felt his orgasm approaching . " hngh-! baby , i - i'm cumming - ! " elliott moans as his body shakes as he cums deep inside of you , his cock filling your pussy with thick ropes of cum .

when elliott comes down from his high , he lays his body on top of yours and places his head in the crook of your neck , softly panting in your ear , attempting to get your body as close to his as possible . " i wasn't too rough , right , hon ? " elliott questions you once he catches his breath . " of course not , love . i feel amazing , actually , " you reply with a slight chuckle as you run your fingers through his long ginger locks . " you being satisfied is all that matters to me , my love , " elliott adds softly . " now , let's get you cleaned up , dear , " elliott says , lifting his body off of yours .

when elliott pulls out , his face immediately flushes with a red tint when he notices his cum slowly oozing out of you . " i - i'll be right back , honey - " elliott says as he gets out of bed and dashes out of the bedroom flustered . a few short moments later , elliott comes back to the room with a bowl and a washcloth in hand . " what's inside the bowl ? " you ask as elliott places it on the nightstand . " just some warm water to wipe you off , dear , " elliott replies , dipping the washcloth in the water . " all right , hon ... open your legs for me , " he says as he climbs onto the bed .

when you realize he's just trying to wipe you off down there before you two go to bed , you open your legs . " is the water too hot ? " elliott asks as he gently wipes you down . " no , it's warm , baby ... " you respond with a breath of relaxation . you lay there in bed , relishing in the sensation of the warm cloth and elliott's gentle touch , your eyes beginning to feel heavy .

" there , all done , " elliott says as he puts the washcloth back in the bowl . when he looks at you , he immediately smiles when he sees how relaxed and sleepy you look . elliott then lays next to you in bed and pulls you close . " i love you so much , y / n ... " he says in a hushed tone while rubbing slow circles on your back . " i love you even more , elliott ... " you murmur , clinging to him for warmth . elliott watches as you begin to slowly fall asleep in his arms . you truly were his world , his everything . " whatever the future holds for us , i'm looking forward to spending each moment with you , my love , " elliott whispers as he kisses your forehead before drifting off alongside you.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 ★ ...

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alexendria-rose · 5 months ago

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Man, your "my tears richochet" was insane. It's a Taylor Swift Loml vibe. You could do it in that style, without her sacrificing herself. Y/N would be a witch allied with Kamar-Taj, she was a middle ground between witches and sorcerers, she wasn't for or against. So, she becomes indifferent and distant from Strange and Kamar-Taj after the age of 5. They have to ask her for help with Wanda, since y/n was Wanda's friend and a witch envolve in Westeview, and America knows Y/N.

Ps: Except with Wong, YN is sweet to him.

And after all that DSMOM stuff, Stephen tries to talk to her and she still tries pushing him away.

It would be between DS, IW, END GAME, WANDAVISION and DSMOM. I know it was confusing, but it was an idea that popped into my head lol

A/n- LOVE THIS. I hope you’ll like what I have in mind.

~Loml~

Warnings- cussing, sadish

“You need to learn how to control your powers.” Wong said to her in a soft tone watching the teen girl struggling in front of her. He was a young student at Kamar-Taj but he knew enough to help the girl.

“I’m trying.” Y/n mumbled softly trying to control the magic she was unfortunately cursed with. She wasn’t a witch exactly? Maybe a sorcerer, but she didn’t quite know what happened to her. One day her powers went out of control and found Kamar-Taj for help, but it seemed like every time she was getting closer- her powers grew even more. It was like the power was too much for her to handle no matter how much she tried. “It doesn’t want to work for me!” She growled in irritation dropping her hands to the side, the glow of blue lightly fading away. Wong sighed softly placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get there. We’ll just try harder.” He whispered gently.

Y/n looked at the fireplace of her apartment as she thought about the memory wishing she didn’t do what she did a couple weeks after that fact.

“Why would you touch this book! It’s forbidden!” Wong grabs the book out of her hands shutting it in the process. She gasp as he does looking up at him before crossing her arms.

“If they’re forbidden why are they here!” She snap at him. Wong eyes widen watching her eyes glow a blue color, the angry clearly overcoming her emotions triggering her powers in a way.

“They’re forbidden because you would never understand this, it’s for your own good!” Wong warned. Y/n sighed trying to calm down her anger but nothing was working.

“I will never understand!” She shouted. “I think it’s better if I go. Try to understand my powers from someone else.” She muttered. Wong shook his head placing his hand on her shoulder watching her sad expression overcome her face.

“You do not need to leave miss y/n. Stay here.” He begged. Y/n just shook her head.

“I’m finally an adult and nothing here is working for me Wong. I have to go.” She mumbled pushing his hand that laid on-top of her shoulder before walking away from the man she looked at as a father figure.

Y/n still continued to go visit Kamar-Taj whenever she could. She knew the ancient one and Wong couldn’t teach her much more, she wasn’t a sorcerer she was something else much much more powerful. She didn’t meet anyone quite like her until she joined the superhero team- the avengers; deciding to use her powers for good. that person being no other than-Wanda. It was like there powers were so alike but so different. She remembered when she met someone who did appreciate her powers- Stephen strange.

After not visiting Kamar-Taj because of how busy she was and also hearing about the ancient ones sad passing, she decided to visit for the first time after a couple months. She walked into the library the memories unfolding from the last time she was in here discovering forbidden books to help her realize herself. She started tracing the old dusty books loving the feeling of leather under her fingertips.

"Who are you?" A deep voice pipes up, she turns her head towards the voice noticing a tall lean man who had gray streaks on each side of his dark hair, piercing blue eyes looking into hers, and a go-tee that suited his cheekbones and face so nicely. She scrunch her eyebrows together a slight smirk on her face.

"I should be asking you that." She chuckled softly. "Know everyone here except for you." He looked at me with a marveled expression a slight chuckle escaping his own mouth.

"So I assume you use to be or still are a sorcerer?" He questioned with a gleaming look on his face. "The name is Doctor Stephen Strange." He added, she shrugs softly; a smile on her face as she walked over to him before using her fingers to play with her powers, creating a sort of energy ball from her fingertips that glowed bright blue, glad to know that Wanda did indeed teach her so much more things about her powers.

"I wouldn't say a sorcerer, more like I have no idea what kind of powers I hold, nothing special." She replied. "My name is Y/n L/n." She also added her eyes snapping to his, while he held a gentle smile on his face.

"I would say pretty special." He stated his eyes focusing on her fingers the way they effortlessly held such a significant power to them. She hummed softly.

"Special or a curse?" She pondered tilting her head at him letting her hand fall to the side watching his every move.

"I would say special." He whispers, she snapped her head at him watching the way he looked at her like what she had was special, but also a look that he never met someone like her before.

God how close she got to Stephen Strange, and everyone else in her life. That was until Thanos snapped everyone away, then she became depressed for 5 years blaming herself for not be able to save anyone-pushing herself away.

Y/n watched as Tony jumped into action to defeat Thanos, most of them failing to stop him. Y/n laid on the floor watching as Tony uses his iron fist to hit Thanos but him quickly knocking him back and hitting the crap out of Tony. Y/n grunted sitting up from the ground.

"Thanos!" Y/n shouted hobbling from standing up, walking her way towards him and lifting her hands up. "Don't fuckin touch him." She sneered before using her powers, her eyes turning a deep blue as she started firing shouts at him with her hands but he was too strong. He grabs her by the neck her struggling to get out of his grip.

"You are nothing child!" He roared. "Nothing, you are very powerful but isnt useful for someone who has no idea that her power came from an infinity stone." He spat, she clawed at his hands trying to get him off, he was about to squeeze her neck harder.

"Stop!" Stephen shouted as he laid limp against the rock looking at Thanos begging him, Y/n looked at him shaking her head knowing what he was about to do.

"Stephen." She struggled to gasp out, he looked at her with wide eyes- pain in them as well.

"Please spare her life, please." He bargains. "I will give you the stone." Her eyes widen, did he think of her to be weak? she would die at the hands of thanos meaning he would never be able to get the stone. Thanos throws her onto the ground hitting her back against the rock groaning in pain.

"No tricks?" Thanos questions watching Stephen very carefully, he shakes his head glancing back at her to back sure she was okay.

"Stephen, please don't" She begs standing up the pain in her side and back stabbing her body. Stephen conjures the stone in his hand before moving it towards Thanos, him grabbing it and placing it into his gauntlet. Peter Quill starts flying out of nowhere shooting thanos but Thanks creates a portal and walks backwards into it. She gasps moving herself quickly to Stephen.

"Why did you do it! Why!" She cried out. "I could have stopped him." Stephen looks at her shaking his head.

"No you couldn't..."

Those words echoed in her head for years to come, especially when everyone came back from the snap, the way they fought against Thanos, she used every single muscle and power in her body to get back revenge on Thanos, for taking away the person she didn't realize she loved until he left, taking away the family that she had created, after that last fight from Thanos. She couldn't dare be next to Stephen, or see him after all that happened. She wasn't powerful enough to protect the people she loved, she couldn't dare put herself in that position ever again.

Y/n still sat on the couch with her book in her hands next to the fireplace, the memories that haunted her overcoming her thoughts-When she heard a noise in front of her spotting the familiar portal, and here comes Stephen fuckin Strange from the portal- the portal shutting behind him as he stared at her with those same piercing eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded standing up from the couch as she moved herself in front of him. He looked at her, the way she put her wall up, this wasn't the same girl he knew so long ago, the snap affecting her in every shape and form.

"Y/n." He said in a gentle tone, his eyes never leaving hers. How badly he wanted to hold her, not being able to for so long, to tell her that it wasn't her fault but he had important manners to attend to at the moment. He cleared his throat as he realized he was staring at the beautiful woman in front of him for way too long. "It's about Wanda." He explained. Her breath hitched at her friends familiar name, she hadn't heard from Wanda in awhile, ever since the Westview delusion she created, Y/n decided Wanda needed space, and that's what she thought was best but maybe she was wrong.

"What about Wanda?" She asked frantically unfolding her arms as they laid at her sides, he takes in her nervous tone and frantic voice.

"The Darkhold got to her Y/n..." He says softly making sure not to strike a nerve, but she was blanked expression shaking her head as she heard the most forbidden book got to Wanda.

"No, you're lying. She would never dare touch it." Y/n expressed, Stephen took her hand lightly.

"God I wish I was, she's going by the scarlet witch now, she needs you, you need to come to Kamar-Taj with me. She's trying to take powers from a child, that will indeed kill her. Please my love." He holds her hand tightly searching her eyes, knowing this would break her, but knowing she would do anything to save her close friend.

"Okay." She hesitated. "I will not kill her Stephen, I will talk to her but I cannot kill Wanda." He nods slowly at her words taking it in with grace.

"I can agree with that." He mutters letting her hand go; suddenly missing the feeling of her warmth around his hand, he turns around creating a portal back to Kamar-Taj.

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Y/n watched as the other sorcerer were preparing war against Wanda, making her slightly nauseous at the thought of her friend turning evil. It was not the Wanda she knew that was for sure. Stephen walks up with Wong, and a random teenager- Y/n smiled brightly at her old master.

"Wong." She whispered softly running up him wrapping her arms around his neck missing the feeling of hugging him. He chuckles loudly patting her back.

"My dear, thank you for being here." He whispered back pulling back to see how much the girl has grown. "It feels like yesterday I was just training you." She just smiled softly.

"I will do anything to protect Kamar-Taj, this was my home." She states nodding her head in respect towards Wong. The teenager tilts her head towards Y/n scrunching her eyebrows as well.

"Y/n?" The girl pipes up, y/n scrunches her eyebrows as well.

"Do I know you kid?" She question placing her hands on her hips.

"W-Well no but I know you." She mutters. "You and Stephen were quite close in another universe, and besides you are super powerful. I envy you." The kid smiled brightly like she was looking up at an idol.

"Close?" She questioned mostly to herself.

"My name is America Chavez by the way!" America giggled sticking her hand out for Y/n to shake which she gladly does. Stephen watches the exchange a small smirk on his face.

"Alright kid, come on we got to take you away from all of this." He mutters handing her off to one of the other sorcerers. Stephen walks up next to Y/n watching as she looked up at the sky, her hands behind her back intense in thought about what America said.

"Are you okay?" He whispers gently his eyes never leaving her face, she slightly looked at him a frown placed on her face.

"I want Wanda back. I'm not okay." She muttered, wiping her palms on her pants trying to calm her breathing down at the fact she might have to fight her closest friend.

"We'll get her back, my love, at least we'll try." Her heart pounded at the nickname he always tend to use but this time it felt so different then other times before, especially after realizing her feelings when he disappeared for five years, it felt different. Her thoughts suddenly were disregarded when she saw the familiar red head fly above them. Y/n moves her hands down using her own powers to fly up to Wanda- Wanda's eyes widening at the sight of the girl in front of her.

"What are you doing here." Wanda hissed out, Y/n heart dropped at seeing her- Stephen was right this wasn't her, this wasn't Wanda. The black on her finger tips from using the Darkhold, the bags under her eyes.

"My question is what are you doing! This isn't you, please stop." She breathed out. "Killing a child for her powers? Why?" Wanda smirked in a most vicious way.

"So I can be with my own kids!" She cried. "My children, I lost everything. You could never understand, you didn't lose the love of her life. I did, and those boys are the only ones I have!" She sneered. Y/n eyes were starting to cloud with tears realizing giving Wanda space wasn't the right move, pulling away never was.

"Wanda, you have me." She chokes out. "You have me, please."

"I told Stephen, that this was me being reasonable." She groans before shooting her powers towards her , but was quickly blocked from the force field that was covering Kamar-Taj, the tears escaped her eyes, floating herself down back to the ground of the sacred grounding. Stephen rushed to her side quickly wiping her tears and holding onto her face.

"Go to America, please." He begs scanning the emotions on her face, she just nods not being able to say anything more, knowing her own friend was gone, that Wanda will never come back.

Y/n ran back into the Kamar-Taj where America was hiding with Wong already there by her side. Y/n grabs America holding her close.

“You stay behind me.” She instructed scooting America closer to her side. America holding onto Y/n tightly. That’s when Stephen came rushing in.

“We gotta get you guys out of here now!” Stephen exclaimed before bringing his hands up to create a portal but his sling disappearing as he tries to make one. The doors suddenly slam shut. America jumping at the sound and the rest of them looking around the empty room trying to figure out what Wanda was up to now. Guards suddenly start disappearing through the floor. Stephen grabs Y/n arm pulling her close to him, she moves her hands together to start creating her magic, she didn’t know how much stronger Wanda has become but she knew from what just happened the Darkhold showed her how to use her powers more.

“Reflections…” Stephen whispers. “She’s using the reflections. Cover them.” He commands. They all scurrying around grabbing whatever was near to cover up the reflections around the room. America shrieks suddenly falling down onto the floor, they all look towards her- seeing Wanda’s arm pop out of one of the gold circles, her creepily coming out. Her body snapping back together as she finally pulls her way through.

“You gave up all of those lives- just to keep me from my children.” Wanda sighs moving her away towards them.

“You took those lives.” Stephen states. “You cannot be allowed to cross into the multiverse.”

“Wanda please.” Y/n pleads watching her friend smirk.

“I’m not a monster!” Wanda exclaims. “I’m a mother.”

“Wanda, you have no children.” Stephen pipes up again grabbing Y/n arm putting her behind him, trying to protect her from the painful words of Wanda. “They don’t exist.” Wanda chuckles shaking her head at his words.

“Oh but they do- in every other universe; I know they do because I dream.” Wanda mutters fiddling with her fingers, her eyes darting towards Y/n. “You know- I know what you desire more Y/n. I can make it happen.” Wanda smirks stepping forward slightly. Y/n eyes widen. “You could be happy in a different universe. Join my side.” Y/n shakes her head.

“I am happy.” She mumbles but Wanda just laughs loudly.

“Oh god that is exactly what Stephen said to me. I know what deception looks like.” Wanda chuckles under her breath. “You could be happy.” Y/n tears start to cloud her vision.

“No.” She mumbles moving out behind Stephen using her powers to push Wanda back but Wanda uses her own to push her back. They start shooting there powers towards each other, Wanda using her whole strength.

“I’m sorry Y/n but you’ll just get in the way.” She muttered using her powers to lift Y/n up and using a spell to knock her out for a few hours, Y/n falling limp on the floor all she heard before knocking out was Stephen yelling her name.

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Y/n body felt heavy when she woke up from what it felt like a never ending nightmare. She slowly started waking up, pulling herself off the floor to notice how destroyed everything was. Where was Wanda? Where was America and Wong? Worse where was Stephen. She stood up from the floor her body feeling like it could pass out again at any minute. Y/n notices one of the slings on the floor picking it up. Where would Wanda go? She thought about all the books she read while at Kamar-Taj and then that’s when it clicked. The scarlet witch had her own castle. Made exactly for her. Y/n quickly went into action using the slingie to create a portal as close to the darkhold castle. She enters in seeing how the winter was never ending up here. She sees it far ahead using her powers to fly herself over. Seeing America using her powers on Wanda and zombie stephen strange? What the hell did she miss. She lands on the castle seeing Stephen face snap to hers as America and Wanda were busy fighting. She rushed over to him.

“Y/n. What are you doing here.” He hesitates his body laying on the ground. She jumps back seeing his face.

“More importantly what the fuck happened.” She muttered kneeling before him.

“America and I got sent to another universe and I’m currently dream walking right now.” Stephen grinned. Well half grinned.

“Of course you are.” She laughed softly turning her attention back on the other two, seeing Wanda’s eyes filled with tears, as the other universe Wanda told her that she should know her boys would be loved. America closing the portal to the other universe as Wanda sobbed. Y/n stands up walking her way towards her placing a delicate hand on her shoulder. Wanda looks at her with tears clouding her eyes.

“I need to do what’s right.” She sobs. “I brought this upon myself, I need to end it.” Y/n heart breaks leaning down and engulfing Wanda in a hug knowing what she had to do.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n whispered softly as they both hold onto each other tightly. “I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry.” She sobbed. Wanda pulled back cupping her cheeks as she looked at her intently.

“No, you couldn’t do anything. You need to remember you cannot save everyone, you cannot help everyone but yourself.” Wanda whispered softy. “Do not be afraid to let people love you, don’t hold yourself back, please do this for me.” Wanda gasped out. “Live your life for me.” Y/n nodded.

“I’m scared to, please don’t leave me.” Y/n body shook as she cried holding onto Wanda’s wrist.

“I have to. Please Y/n. Let me do something right.” Wanda whispers letting go of her as she floated back on top of the iron table. “Don’t be afraid of what life has to offer, cause once it's gone, you'll never get it back-trust me." Wanda closed her eyes; lifting her hands up as the building started to shake.

"Wanda no!" Y/n screamed trying to get to Wanda, but Wong pulled her back holding her to his chest.

"What's going on." America shouted towards undead Stephen.

"Get out of here." He said, his eyes glazing towards Y/n, her eyes back on his.

"I'll find you." America smiled before punching the mid air creating a portal back to Kamar-Taj, Wong dragging Y/n through the portal watching the building crumble on top of Wanda. Y/n fell to the floor hitting her knees as she watched the Portal close. Wong laid a hand on her shoulder kneeling down beside her.

"It had to happen." Wong said in a gentle tone, Y/n looked at him tears in her eyes.

"I couldn't save her." Y/n muttered. "I-I have to go, I need to go." Y/n said shakily standing up from the ground the sling ring still on her fingers.

"Don't you want to see Stephen?" America asked about to punch the mid air to start her powers once again. Y/n shook her head.

"No." She strained out before using the sling ring to create a portal back to her home, entering it before the two were about to question her.

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Stephen looked at the other version of the one person he fell for while waiting for America and the rest to come find him in this world. The other version of Y/n smiled brightly at him.

"So are you finally going to tell me what we were to each other in your universe?" Stephen questioned staring into her eyes, the girl just laughed softly.

"Well- what do you think?" She said brightly, it was like how she used to be before the snap. Happy and bright.

"Hoping that you loved my other self back in your universe." He whispers shyly knowing he admitted it to her rather then his actual Y/n.

"I hope you did too, especially since we were married." She smiled widely. "I miss him everyday, my Stephen- but I know he did what he did to protect us, not to cause harm." Her smile slowly fading away. "Don't let her block people out Stephen, it will shatter her completely." Stephen looked away taking a deep sigh.

"You- well, she just pushes me away; I don't know how to get through to her." Stephen muttered tugging his hair slightly.

"You push Stephen Strange, she can't keep you away for much longer- trust me I know." She laughed, Stephen looked at her smiling softly.

"I did love you in every universe huh?" She bites her lip giggling and nodding.

"And I with you Stephen Strange."

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Y/n held her couch pillow close to her chest staring at the wall to try to forget about the awful day, losing Wanda, almost losing Stephen- she couldn't handle the pain that her powers would flare up from the stress overcoming her. The knock at the door tore her gaze from the wall- standing up she walks herself over towards the door; opening it seeing the face she was wanting to see but a part of her not wanting to see as well-

"Stephen." She breathed out seeing the scratches on his face, his eyes darting all over hers to make sure she was indeed okay and not injured, he pushes his way in before turning to look back at her.

"I came straight after America found me and told me you lef-"

"You should go Stephen, you can't be here right now." She muttered her eyes darting down to her feet opening up the door indicating for him to leave. He moves towards the door closing it.

"No I'm not leaving." He said stubbornly, she snapped her eyes towards him.

"Yes you are, go!" She groaned out trying to open up the door, but instead he grabbed her hand.

"Why are you pushing me away, why." He held her hand tightly, his eyes glued with hers.

"I-I'm not- now please go." She stutters and pleads. He shakes his head.

"Please tell me." He coaxed her rubbing his thumb softly against the back of her hand, her body suddenly relaxing at the contact. She closed her eyes trying to ignore his gaze.

"Because Stephen, I'm dangerous! I can't save anyone- I don't even know my powers, I cannot control them, and I cannot keep hurting the people I care about! You don't understand how much I craved you when you left me for five years, how I waited for you- hoping one day you'll be back at the sanctum. I lost against Thanos, he even told me I had the power to take him down and because I was so weak I lost you-I lost everyone!" She sobbed, he immediately cupped her cheeks staring into her eyes intently.

"My love- I know you could've defeated Thanos, all of those possibility I saw. You did save everyone, but you ended up dying in the process and because of my selfish reasons- I could not bare to lose you." He breathed out keeping that to himself for so long hurt him but he knew she needed to hear it.

"Why?" She muttered out. "Why would you do that?" Her eyes searching his trying to figure out why he would do that- the fact she would die to save everyone else. He looked down before slowly looking back at her.

"Because I have loved you in every universe, every since you looked at me the way you did at Kamar-Taj library... I will always love you, you do something to me Y/n- I would quite literally figuring out today; I would go to every universe just to find you." He whispered gently professing his love for the woman in front of him; her heart thumped against her chest.

"I'm not an easy person to love," she replied but Wandas word replayed in her mind 'Do not be afraid to let people love you, don’t hold yourself back, please do this for me.' Wanda knew, of course she knew Y/n loved Stephen, because Wanda knew Y/ns heart. "But I cannot even imagine living a life without Stephen Strange." He smiled softly his thumbs caressing her cheeks.

"Other you said you would say that." He chuckled, she crinkled her eyebrows.

"Wait wha-" but before she could finish her sentence he placed his lips onto hers, her eyes slightly widening at the contact but soon melting into the kiss, everything she ever imagined- everything she's ever wanted and it was vice versa for Stephen strange. He pulled back resting his forehead against hers.

"You have my heart." He whispered softly. She just giggled and smiled widely.

"And I will do everything in my damn power to never hurt it,"

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A/n here’s my masterlist

#x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #benedict cumberbatch #doctor stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #marvel x reader #marvel

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tigreblvnc · 5 months ago

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BLUE LOCK SIBLING* MATCHUP EXCHANGE — part i. *Find out who your sibling is in Blue Lock!

Your match is...

— Hiori Yo

✦ Hehehehe

✦ Our favorite gamer!

✦ So, I had the choice between a younger or older brother…

✦ Obviously, I chose the younger brother.

✦ (To delve deeper into the lore with Sae)

✦ You'll understand why it clicked so well with Sae.

✦ Hiori is known for not liking crowds—or people. Given his intelligence, there's a part of him that simply doesn't want to waste energy on uninteresting people.

✦ Small talk isn’t his thing either; he prefers to stay quiet and observe instead.

✦ Proof: he isn’t really noticed for a long time in the manga.

✦ Until he finds someone worthy of his talent.

✦ Because before his synergy with Isagi, he was mostly portrayed as an introverted boy, who had many expectations placed on him but never received enough sincere love.

✦ Doesn’t that remind you of another character?

✦ (Well, actually there are quite a few characters with that background, but)

✦ Hiori didn’t have an older brother, nor did he have parents who loved him for who he really is.

✦ I think with you, he probably maintained a pretty discreet relationship.

✦ Displays of affection were never really your thing.

✦ In fact, it just created more awkwardness than anything else.

✦ Besides, I can’t really see Hiori being the type to initiate that kind of affection.

✦ He’s more into long gaming sessions in his gaming chair, lasting until indecent hours.

✦ Nothing to do with the real world.

✦ Neither he nor you understood the pressure your parents put on you both to play soccer and become the best.

✦ To bring in money and success.

✦ At the same time, being both introverted personalities, it allowed you to quickly understand and respect each other’s boundaries.

✦ You never stepped on each other’s toes.

✦ But we can’t really say you were very close, for the reasons mentioned.

✦ I don’t see Hiori opening up much about his feelings; he actually bottles everything up.

✦ Until it explodes on the field, a hundred chapters later.

✦ I think you shared relatively few passions or interests, despite your reluctance to socialize with the average person.

✦ You both mostly evolved separately, in your own ways.

✦ That’s probably also why your parents scolded you.

✦ But I don’t think Hiori really held it against you.

✦ That’s just how you are, and he accepts it.

✦ Few people would say you’re siblings.

✦ And yet, you both give off something somewhat similar, each in your own way.

✦ You were never very emotional, so you didn’t really have the reflex to approach Hiori to start a conversation.

✦ There’s no one to blame, just circumstances.

✦ It happens, siblings who never really develop strong bonds.

✦ You probably felt more connected to people outside of your family circle.

✦ Especially Hiori through video games. He really found refuge in that, weaving his own web online.

✦ You, it was in books.

✦ That said, there were moments of bonding.

✦ Like discovering an anime together. Going to a Vocaloid concert.

✦ Honestly, those were your best moments together.

✦ The rest of the time, you kept to yourselves.

✦ I think both of you always felt that something was missing in your relationship, without necessarily knowing what it was.

✦ It was when Sae talked to you about his relationship with Rin that you understood.

✦ You had lacked that spark of interest for your younger brother. Maybe he wasn’t good enough, intellectually stimulating enough. Maybe he was always in your shadow, unable to surpass you.

✦ In the end, you had your own Rin. Sae had his.

✦ Hiori never verbally expressed his feelings.

✦ …But I like to imagine that at the end of the Neo Egoist League, when Hiori has gained confidence in himself... a conversation between you will finally take place.

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wastelandkatze · 11 months ago

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ENTRY 4: The rest of the companions heard (friends') Tavs/Durges going at it one night [NSFW]

ft. my Tav, Briar, their love interest, Astarion (pre-relationship, post Act 1) and my friends Tavs/Durges: Kiyo (@dumpups)'s Durge Raegan x Karlach, and Khim's Ngojo x Gale!

CW: mature content TW: mentions of loud semi-public seggs, like they're really going at it damn...

click here for the AO3 link of this entry

“Ugh,” Briar tumbles and twists on their bedroll, even pulling their blanket over their head in hopes of drowning the wild ruckus from the adjacent tent. It didn't work of course, now with the moans followed by wet slapping of skin. The warlock pulls their hair, wondering when they’ll get a good night’s sleep, and makes a mental note to tease Raegan about their orchestra tomorrow. Maybe give them a crunchy smack on the back of their head, too. It’s great to finally have the paladin back from their homecoming, and Karlach undeniably missed the hell out of their lover who's been gone for several weeks, having forced to spend her nights alone again. But gods, couldn’t they conjure a room or something? Does it have to be now? Does it have to be here?

Briar, now with their blanket worn as a cloak, begrudgingly grabs the Bhaalspawn memoir they’ve been studying (almost throwing it towards Karlach and Raegan’s shared tent), and steps out of their shelter to look for a quieter place to snooze in.

As soon as they thought they’re safe from witnessing any more private moments, Briar was almost blinded by the purple light show emanating from Gale’s tent. Counting it as their mistake to pry more, their jaws now agape from the contorted shadows of the wizard and his sorceress, Ngojo. Thankfully, both mages took camp to consideration (unlike Karlach screaming Raegan’s name), making use of a Silence spell, but the shadow theater-ish spectacle they projected sure looks crazy. Ngojo did mention one time how Gale had this book that showed different ways of lovemaking. And it’s just in Briar’s luck that Gale and his lover decided that now, too, is the perfect time to experiment.

With no more interest to see how much more arms can sprout from the wizard’s body, Briar bolts straight to the tent that’s farthest from camp: Astarion’s tent�� the only tent with an inviting light and, fortuitously, absence of any malicious activities. They peeked through the open flap of its entrance, curious to discover that the tent is vacant. The vampire must have been in the woods, hunting for sustenance. So, Briar helps themself, rounds a little corner inside while being careful of Astarion’s belongings, and reads to sleep. The chapter was as boring as they expected it to be, catching themself fluttering their eyes and banging their head in a whiplash, waking them up as they hit someone’s head.

“Ow!” the voice grunted. Briar glances on Astarion huddled close to them. There’s even a trail of drool from their mouth to the vampire’s shirt sleeve. “Sorry,” the warlock responds half-awake, wiping their saliva with their hand, “How long have I been using you as my pillow?”

“Not long.”

Briar hums, matching his unbothered demeanor, “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the night.”

“Darling, you know I can do last-minute arrangements for you,” he smirks. Briar swats his shoulder, earning another “ouch” from him.

“Stop being a creep. You know we agreed to keep it casual when it’s just the two of us,” then they stretch until a joint popped to place, “We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“Whatever you daywalkers call it, sure,” Astarion rolls his eyes, then pats his shoulder. Briar raised a brow. “You said we’re buddies, so come here and keep me warm before my undead body freezes in place.”

“No preys sucked dry tonight?”

“The woods are apparently a sham,” he sighs, “unless you’re offering in kindness.”

“Not tonight, sorry. I need some rest,” Briar mumbles, settling their head on his rigid shoulder while sharing their blanket with him. Astarion sits stiff, still uncomfortable with the contact’s lack of sexual intention, something he was used to.

“Gods,” Briar sighed, snapping him away from those thoughts, “If only you know how everyone’s really going at it tonight.”

“Oh, I saw. They are quite the show.”

“Please spare me the details,” Briar opens their book to where they left it off, now sharing it with Astarion as he accompanied their reading time—amused with how repulsed the warlock is. As traces of feral noises ultimately died down, so did the warlock, who didn’t last five minutes in reading and dozed off peacefully on the vampire’s shoulder. He avoided ruminating on thoughts that would sour his mood, simply focused on the warmth that his companion radiated before he entered trance. When he awoke to the sunlight’s gentle caress on his cheek—something he’ll never tire of, the same weight remained: of the blanket around him, and of the warlock’s head that now lay on his lap.

His finger twitches as he catches himself fixing the strand of hair on their face. This isn’t good; he’s acting soft again.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years ago

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The lonely star on the island

You were spooked by something real and terrifying. However, your brother claimed it was simply paranoia making tricks on you. You were left uncertain till you found more dark secrets.

Chapter 2

Warnings: fright, panic, your brother will be even a bigger douche, violence, blood, ghost stuff and threats of leaving you stranded.

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The moon shimmers in the sky. The waves hit the rocks and the shore while the birds of the sea rest in their nests. It was a peaceful night on the island. Allard and his company had started a fire and brought out some liquor to relax and laugh after a day of exploring the ruins of Himring, unaware of what you had discovered in its darkened halls.

Your feet pound against the ground. Frantic breaths escape your burning lungs, and beads of sweat continue falling across your skin as you run toward the camp. Your heart was pumping between your ears, and you were nearly on the brink of passing out after running nonstop from the fortress to the outside.

An overwhelming sense of terror filled your mind. When you finally reached your brother and the camp. You screamed.

"Ghost!"

Allard and his friends snapped their gaze on you as you stopped, gasping for air and sweating like a madman. "Woah! (Name), what's wrong?" your brother questioned as you tried to calm yourself down.

"A ghost! There was a ghost, an actual ghost – in there!" you breathed out while pointing at the fortress.

"He was tall! He was missing a hand– and– his hair! It was red like the one I saw before!" you explained while frantically flailing your hands. Your brother looked at you awkwardly while his friends stared, confused by your panic.

"And I saw his ears. He's an elf– an elven ghost!" you continued until Allard suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders.

"(Name), look at me!" he said, making you stop and look at him. "Let's calm down first. Follow my lead, breathe in," you inhaled, following his movement. "And out," you exhaled, feeling your lungs relax. "In and out," Allard repeated, and you followed. You felt the adrenaline and the panic dissipate as you followed Allard’s instructions.

"Good. Good. Now that you're calmer and not shrieking like a little child. Let's get back to the business at hand." Allard said, holding his hips. "A ghost, really?" he questioned, sounding like he didn't believe you.

"You couldn't pick something more creative to get panicked about?" he added, making you frown. "I am not making this up! There was a ghost sitting there and watching me," you said. "Even if it wasn't a ghost. There is someone in there!" you pointed at the fortress again.

"Alright. I hear you, but let's think logically. Why would anyone live in an isolated place like this?" Allard questioned. "There's no food, and we haven't found any boat or anything. How do you know it wasn't just fatigue that got you?" he asked. "I know what I saw," you snapped at him. "Sure, but you have been running around all day, writing your little book with no breaks. It's dark, and you were alone, and I heard Brawley over here did a really rude prank on you," he said, pretending to glare at Brawley, who was only rolling his eyes.

"So maybe being alone and tired in the dark made you a bit paranoid, thanks to his prank. The mind can imagine things in the dark," he tried to reason.

"So how about you take your dinner and go rest? There is a good chance your imagination was just pranking you," he said, pushing you toward your tent. "That can’t be. It felt too real!" you turned toward him. "Come on now, dear sister. You said it yourself that ghosts aren't real," he said. “And I admit I have been teasing you about ghosts since we were children, so this is on me. Take this and go to your tent. You might feel better after getting some food and some rest for that tiny body of yours,” Allard pushed a small box into your arms and then motioned you to go to your tent.

You stood there motionless for a moment before reluctantly walking to your tent. Your mind filled with doubts and thoughts if your paranormal experience was truly just a figment of your mind.

When you were out of sight, Allard clicked his tongue. "Ugh. Sisters, you can't take them anywhere,” he stated. “I mean, what’s next? Island trolls?” he grinned, making his friends laugh and ending the awkward silence.

"I don't know. (Name) seemed genuinely scared by something," Manton said with a worried tone as he glanced at your tent. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're starting to believe in ghosts now," Allard groaned.

“I’m just saying that maybe we should consider caution since it would take a lot to scare (Name) like that,” Manton stated. “Whatever, lover boy,” Allard rolled his eyes and continued drinking.

You listened to Allard and his friend's conversations through the tent, hearing them mock and laugh at the jokes about you and your sudden outburst. You spitefully began eating while thinking about the elf you saw in that chamber.

It happened quickly, but the memory was still fresh in your mind. You shuddered when you thought about the elf and how he looked at you. His eyes. They looked alive and yet were so devoid of life. You didn’t know what to make of it.

You shook your head and continued eating. You will look into it tomorrow morning. The best thing you could do now was to eat and get enough rest, so Allard won’t have a valid excuse to slander you about the ghost and what you experienced.

Night came and went quickly. The island was welcomed by nice sunny weather, and the seagulls were flying early above the waves, hunting for their morning food. You were looking through your books while eating bread with no fillings. Your eyes looked through each line of the text before flipping the page and continuing your search.

Manton stopped as he was passing you. He watched as you looked through the pages before flipping them with intensity. "What are you looking for?" he asked.

"I'm going through the books to see if I can find any description of the elf I saw," you answered, flipping the page.

"Ah, still not giving up on the elf ghost?" Manton asked with a smile. Your eyes landed on something. You stared at it before grabbing the bread out of your mouth and flipping the book toward Manton. You rested the book against your knee while pointing at a specific name on the page.

"Maedhros The Tall, the eldest son of Feanor. He was described as being one of the tallest elves known during the first age. He had crimson hair and lost his right hand during his time as a thrall in Angband," you explained as Manton glanced at the name. "It matches, and he was the lord of Himring. He ruled this place and watched over the north until he had to move for certain reasons before Beleriand sank beneath the ocean," you explained.

"Sounds about right, but how tall are we talking about?" Manton questioned. "It's not every day someone would get nicknamed for their height," he added.

"He was sitting, so I couldn't tell, but if I calculate the height if he was standing up, " you stood up and climbed up on one of the boxes. "He would be somewhere like–" You laid your hand on Manton's shoulder and raised it to the height over his head. "Here," you said.

"Wow! That is really tall," Manton said. "He definitely never had any short people problems," he chuckled as you jumped off the box.

"But one thing I can't figure out because I read that he died elsewhere," you said, flipping the page of your book. "What did he die from?" Manton asked curiously. "According to the old records, he threw himself into the flames of the earth after reclaiming his family's heirloom, the silmarils. Apparently, they burned his hand because of his and his family’s crimes. He was with his last remaining brother, who was said to vanish into the sea after fulfilling the oath, never to be seen again," you explained.

"I heard elves go to the halls of Mandos after they die and separate from their bodies, so why would Maedhros be here?” you questioned. “Did he purposely ignore the call of Mandos?” you spoke, thinking about the possibility.

"Maybe he felt guilty," Manton said. “You said that he and his family did bad things, and this used to be his home, so maybe he wanted to stay here because he felt guilty. Maybe he wanted to be left alone,” he suggested. "That would make sense until we came and found the hidden entrance, disturbing his peace," you said.

"Mm... sounds like a good reason to hurry up, find the thing, and leave, so we don't upset our ghostly landlord," Manton grinned, trying to lighten the mood. You stood silent for a moment.

"I have to look into this. It felt too real just to be a figment of my imagination," you said, shutting the book.

"Are you sure? You looked like your soul was about to leave your body last night?" Manton asked. "Well, I have to see if the ghost I saw was real or not. I prefer not to get called paranoid for no reason,” you replied as you grabbed your bag.

"Makes sense," Manton said.

"So, do you wanna come along or stay here whatever you do with my brother?" you said as you walked toward the fortress. "Well, this is more interesting, so wait up!" Manton called out and ran after you.

You looked into the hallway after climbing up the familiar stairs. The hallway was empty but more visible thanks to the light from the windows and the balcony. Nothing seemed out of place, so you walked through the hallway while Manton followed you.

You approach a familiar door. You already felt your heart race since you didn’t leave it close when you ran out of the chambers, and here it was – closed again. You grabbed the handle and tested if it was locked like last time. It wasn’t.

You took a deep breath and then pushed the door open. You looked around the chamber. Thanks to the light from the windows, you could see everything in a better light. It felt less ominous as well.

You find your lamp lying on the floor, broken and glass scattered everywhere. There was a charred spot, most likely from the flame when you dropped it.

You checked the chair and found it empty.

"When I turned around, he was sitting there, looking right back at me," you pointed at the chair.

"Spooky," Manton said.

"Do you feel watched now?" he asked. You waited for a moment. "No," you said. "Maybe he left," Manton said. “I don't know… look around for anything strange,” you said and started looking for anything out of place. Manton helped, looking from drawers, shelves, and even from pots.

You spend some time trying to look for something. You stood up, feeling frustrated as Manton came back to you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t find anything ghost-related,” he said as you stared at your broken lamp.

You sighed and crouched down, picking up the pieces. You held your broken lamp in your hands as you stood up, careful not to cut yourself from the glass pieces.

"I don't get it," you stated.

"A lot of strange things happened yesterday, like doors opening themselves, things falling down. I hear strange footsteps and see things. But now, nothing is happening," you explained as you stared at the empty chamber around you.

"Am I seriously losing my mind?" you questioned.

"I don't think you're losing your mind," Manton said. "People have been saying strange things about this place like tales, history, and even ghost stories," he said. "Maybe you're not totally wrong. Maybe the former lord is still here but isn't feeling somewhat active for the day," he said.

You were silent.

"You know what? I might have something that might cheer you up. Follow me," Manton smiled and walked out of the chamber. You held on to your lamp pieces and followed him out of curiosity.

You follow Manton to the underground levels of the fortress after disposing of your broken lamp. The corridors were narrow, and a few torches had been lit to give light. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere all the more eerie. You hear some of your brother’s friends walk in the distance before Manton comes to a stop before a pair of doors. He opens them and allows you to walk first into the room.

You notice big barrels stacked up in the corners and shelves, and some bottles were lightly dusted and sealed with a cork. The glass was dark in color, but you could see the liquid inside and immediately understood what the room was.

Manton smacked one of the barrels with a smile.

"Ancient elven wine, before you start talking about artifacts and stuff. Hear me out," Manton started. "I heard from many that wine made by elves can last even more than a thousand years and taste unlike any other, so there would be many who would love to get their hands on one of these," Manton explained. "Wine that's even more than hundreds of years old. They're rare to come by, so someone could pay a hefty price, probably enough to help your old man," he added.

"So if you can't find anything else, maybe you can bring one of these back," He suggested. "It's not gold, so I don't think our good lord Maedhros would get upset about it unless he likes his wine–then we might have a problem, but that's for another time," he said, making you chuckle.

"Isn't it bad luck to say the name of the dead?" you asked. "Whoops!" he said, making you smile.

"I don't know. It won't get me a scholarship, but I could use the money to help my father," you said.

"I take it as a last resort if I can't find anything else," you said. "Thank you, Manton," You smiled. "Hey, you can always count on me if you need anything," Manton smiled back.

Someone then came to the door. “Manton. You need to come to the dungeons. The boys had been getting stuck again,” They said. Manton hissed. “Duty calls. Honestly, I prefer trying to find our mysterious elven ghost than making sure our boys don’t get trapped in the old dungeon cells or trying to find something that might not even be here,” Manton passed you and approached the doorway.

“What are you and Allard trying to find anyway?” you asked. “I’ll let you know when we finally find it. In the meantime, good luck with your research, and be careful since our ghostly elven host seemed to have taken a liking to you,” Manton winked with a grin, making you roll your eyes as he left.

You decided to leave the old wine cellar and return to the surface level of the fortress. You strolled around for a moment, watching your brother and his friends as they were doing their things until you found a room you had not seen before.

Curious, you walked into the room, finding some of the furniture covered in white fabric that had turned slightly gray over the passing of time. You looked around and found interest in paintings stacked against a corner of a wall. You grabbed one and cleared out the dust to reveal what was beneath.

You were faced with a picture of two trees, and from the color scheme – you recognized them as the two trees of Valinor, the world’s light source before the sun and moon. You stared at the painting, finding it almost unbelievable how such beautiful trees once existed before even humans came around.

You carefully laid it down and took a look at the other paintings. There were portraits of different elves. They shared a strong resemblance to each other, so you figured they must be related until your eyes landed on a familiar face. Maedhros, in all of his living glory. He looked so much alive without the scars, and looking at him made you find a resemblance between him and the red-haired elven woman you saw in another portrait, most likely his mother.

You have read little about him and his family, but you knew they were one of the key figures of the events that once occurred in the first age. They were known for many things, especially as kinslayers. They killed their own for the sake of an oath they swore in their father’s name.

You found something silly about the whole thing because Feanor, Maedhros’s father, didn’t apparently last long as the high king and was killed by Balrogs when he arrived in Middle Earth.

After looking through the painting, you notice stacked papers on a desk. There were a lot of them stacked and even fallen on the floor. When you grabbed one of them and dusted them off to read the text, you felt excited because they were old battle plans and reports of a battle you recognized as the Battle of the Unnumbered Tears.

You knew it as an event when The union of Maedhros tried to preach Angband. It ended in extreme failure since some of the human houses sided with Morgoth and betrayed the elves during the battle, resulting in the death of many and the Noldor’s high king Fingon, the eldest son of Fingolfin. He was also Maedhros’s half-cousin.

You read something about it in your home city’s local library, but since some details were lost in time, not all were clear about the battle. Now that you had clear reports and documents, you could finally investigate it thoroughly. Now this was something worth bringing back.

You took out your journal and began to write down details. Thanks to your fluency in elvish, you didn’t have a problem understanding the text and reading firsthand what happened during that ancient battle. However, there was something saddening about them when you continued reading them. There were so many losses. Your mind could have been doing tricks, but some documents had spots that looked like tear stains.

You almost jumped when the door suddenly moved by itself. You looked through the door and found no one. You would have guessed it was the wind, but then you remembered what happened yesterday and felt frustrated.

“Maedhros! If you, please! I’m not in the mood to get frightened today!” You called out with an annoyed tone. Your ears then caught talking in the distance. It was clear and getting closer. You listened for a moment and recognized the voices to be Allard and Brawley. You would have focused on your current task and left the two be, but when you heard what they were talking about— you couldn’t help but listen more.

You closed your journal and put the old documents away as you slowly approached the door and listened to what your brother and his ill-gotten friend were talking about. You put yourself against the door and carefully listened.

“Allard, we looked everywhere. We haven’t found a single dime in this abandoned rock,” Brawley said, frustrated. “At this rate, we’re gonna go home empty-handed,” he added. “Not to mention weird things have been happening all day, doors close by themselves, things fly around hitting people, and some of our boys said they keep seeing a shadow lingering in every corner,” your eyes widened when you heard the last part. It was what happened to you yesterday. Maedhros was real. It wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

“They’re starting to believe there is an actual ghost running around thanks to your sister’s stunt last night,” Brawley said. “I’m certain it’s just frustration kicking in. Ghosts aren’t real, so we can’t blame this on the nonexistent,” Allard interfered. “Well, whatever it is. We better find this treasure, or the boys will not be happy,” Brawley said. You frowned and thought for a moment. “We just need to look harder. It’s already difficult keeping the act with (Name) snooping around,” Allard said.

You thought about what he said for a moment. Everything what he and his friends have been saying for the past few days came back to you, and when you carefully examined the meaning behind his words. You came to a realization. You burst through the door in anger.

“So, you really came here to rob this place?!” you almost yelled at him. Allard jumped from your sudden intrusion. “(Name) — how much did you hear?” he questioned.

“Enough to learn my brother is a greedy scoundrel who’s only after gold and treasures that might not even be here,” you crossed your arms. “You do know what our laws say about robbing historical sites?” you asked.

“Alright. I admit. I might not have made this expedition to find any historical artifacts or for studying purposes,” Allard raised his hands in surrender. “I heard there was a treasure, riches left by the elves when they abandoned this place, but trust me, it’s all out of good intentions,” he explained. “What good intention?” you asked. “Like helping our father–” he said.

“Imagine, with this gold, we could finally pay him a proper healer and maybe get someone to make him a new leg since he’s physically handicapped,”

“Bullshit! Our father would never accept stolen money, and I heard your boys will not be happy if you don’t find the treasure. You only want to find this treasure for yourself!” you tapped him harshly on the chest with your finger.

“(Name), calm down. There’s no reason to get this upset,” Allard backed away. “I have every reason to get upset with you! Do you have any idea how this will affect our family if people find out you are a thieving grave robber?!” you yelled in anger. “We won’t be affected if you don’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “I can’t do such a thing! We both would be breaking the law then! Either stop looking for this treasure, or I will tell everyone what this expedition was about.” you stated.

“Alright, that’s enough, woman!” Brawley suddenly grabbed you. “Let go of me!” you struggled, but then he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to stay still.

Allard sighed. “I wish we could have done this the easy way,” he said, then looked at you. “(Name), you will not tell anyone about this unless you want to be left alone on this island with your little ghost friend,” he said, making your eyes widen with fright. “You can’t do such a thing!” you struggled. “I think I can, and unless you’re willing to cooperate, you’re going in time out,” he said as more of his friends arrived. “Take her to a room, cell. I don’t care. Take her somewhere and make sure she won’t get out,” he said, then Brawley and the others began taking you away.

You compiled for a moment, walking forward as Brawley pushed you and pulled your hair, making your scalp sting with pain. When you noticed a room with an open door approaching, you tried to struggle yourself free.

“Stop moving!” Brawley ordered as he lost his hold of your hair, and you managed to slap him across his face. “Agh! You wench!” he grabbed you by the hair and smashed your face against the doorframe before pushing you in.

You heard a crunch when your nose made contact with the hardwood before falling down the short stairs beneath the door and hitting your head against the floor.

You yelped and groaned while holding your head in pain. Blood dribbled from your nose and your head was spinning around the room, making you feel dizzy and like passing out.

“Brawley, was that necessary? I don’t think Allard will be happy if she’s directly harmed,” One of his friends asked as you withered in pain. “What’s a couple of bruises gonna do?” Brawley asked. “On the contrary, maybe we should teach her a lesson she won’t forget,” he said with a smirk.

The door to the room began to shake, confusing Brawley and his friends before it suddenly slammed shut in Brawley’s face. There was a loud noise when his nose made contact with the door. He yelled, stepping back and holding his bleeding nose.

“What the hell?” he yelled and groaned painfully. One of his friends grabbed the handle and tried to open the door. “It’s locked,” They said. “How can it be? It’s supposed to get locked from this side?!” Brawley demanded as he held his now festering red nose.

“Alright, what is the commotion? My sister can’t be that troublesome!” Allard arrived at the scene. Brawley and his friends froze. They stared with widened eyes as Allard stood there clueless.

“What? What are you looking at?” Allard demanded. “Boss–” One of them started with a frightened tone. “---behind you,” he pointed out as they continued staring at a tall shadowy figure standing behind your brother.

Allard paled and quickly turned around. The shadowy figure vanished after he turned his head, so he found nothing standing behind him. Allard released a nervous chuckle and turned back toward Brawley and the rest of his friends. “Stop messing around,” he said, shaking his head.

Things suddenly began shaking around them. Old pots and furniture vibrated against the ground, and even dust began to fall from the old rocky ceiling. The men stood cautiously until the shaking stopped.

It was dead quiet.

They waited for the ground to shake again, but nothing happened in few minutes. Allard allowed himself to relax and release an exasperated sigh.

“Well, that was strange,”

Out of nowhere, a ferocious wind started blowing around them like a wild tornado, picking up light-weighted objects off the ground and throwing them at the men. “What is going on?!” Allard yelled until a chair suddenly flew at him. He yelped and barely dodged it. The chair broke into pieces when it missed and hit the wall instead.

The room shakes, and the wind blows objects around, making the men yell and desperately try to avoid getting hit and struck by sharp old pottery or blunt objects, which was a task impossible. The moment they think they dodged an injury, they always get hit from behind. The wind was also relentless and did not give them a chance to escape. The wild hurricane had trapped them inside.

Brawley backed away in bewilderment as he witnessed what was happening around him. He managed to get out and considered leaving, only to feel a hand laid on his shoulder.

You began to hear screaming behind the door. You tried to remain conscious, but the aching pain in your head became too much to handle, so you laid down on your side. You took in deep breaths before you eventually blacked out on the floor.

#maedhros x reader #maedhros #ghost maedhros #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth #middle earth x reader #the lonely star on the island #maedhros imagines #silmarillion imagines #maedhros x human reader

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that-one-lotr-orc · 1 year ago

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One post gotta be the first

So, for me Reddit finally died. As a programmer who is generally in favour of making stuff available for as many people as possible, they did right by that for many years. Giving everyone who wanted that access to it was generous of them, and made it a very fun platform. Random bots everywhere, apps catered to whatever preference people had, even -dare I say it- the tiniest bit of the wild-west-internet that once existed. But they got to greedy, flew to close to the sun, whatever analogy you want to have for it. I don't fault them wanting to make money off that, hosting is expensive, but the way they lied to everyone, attacked the Apollo developer for outing their lies, "riding the storm until it died out", it was too much.

So now I'm here, hopelessly lost in land I only got glimpses of on r/tumblr. I don't even know why I write this. I doubt many people will read it, or even see it. It's my first Tumblr post, and it probably will be very rambly, incoherent, and missing any kind of red line. The shortest answer to "Why I wrote this?" is probably "Because some google doc in '#tumblr help'" told me to post stuff!".

And I'm bad at posting stuff. I never done it. In the olden days, when forums were all around, I was a lurker. I'd read about everything, posted when I actually had something relevant to say, and shut up otherwise. I was known within the communities, generally active in the adjacent msn/skype groups, but not on the main spam threads in the forum.

When the forums began to die out, I got on Reddit. My account is 11 years old now, I've been using it almost hourly over the last 6 years, and it has a grand total of 9 posts. There's a bit more comments in that, but it's probably basically nothing compared to the average comments per hour spend on other accounts.

Why do I tell this? Because I might change that here. I've been lurking around Tumblr for the last few weeks, and the interaction and people are way different than I'm used to. Honestly, it's refreshing, and nice to see. But entering a new environment, one has to adept.

And I've been stuck too long in my old habits! I am often hesitant to contribute to anything, because I never did. I don't write, because I never wrote. But having a new environment, new people, new interest around me makes me wanna try out new stuff. And who knows? Maybe I'll like it, maybe I'll find people who like what I write, and I'll have more stuff to interact with.

And maybe I don't. Maybe I'll feel too unsure, too self-conscious, to change my lurking habits. I'm fine with that. I got other places to interact about my passions. Most of them are through Discord-groups nowadays, others through the few still-existing actual forums out there, but they still exist.

That's my last thing. I don't know what I even write about. Some of my interest are too different from the usual Tumblr-niches to have any kind of following. While typing this I had a look at the "enlisted game" tag, which has a grand total of 1 active poster. I had some looks at the different Magic the Gathering tags, but (as I expected), most of the people in there are about more about the lore of the game than I do. That's fine, I got my spike-talking places, and I will probably lurk those tags anyway.

The one place I'll probably feel most comfortable is the Brandon Sanderson-aligned tags. I'll be there, maybe even contributing, once I finished the last books (or I find the appropriate tags to block, I probably gotta look into that).

That uncertainty makes me circle back to a point a made a few paragraphs ago. I can explore, I can try out new stuff. Maybe I'll try to add to some of the punk tags here, maybe I'll hop onto some of the computer science tags and see if I can wordvomit there, maybe I'll go to something completely new! I can go exploring again, discovering things I never saw before, and that makes me eager.

#new to tumblr #i dont know what im doing #reddit refugee #first tumblr post

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paramorearchived · 8 months ago

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June 17, 2010

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strange youth

long time coming, this post is....... was.... why am i talking like yoda now?

so, i'm really excited to be writing here. not really sure what i'm going to write about yet but that's what makes it exciting. i guess i can start with, it's been a wild month, to say the least. "life is a daring adventure or nothing at all". is there really more to say about that than that? ok, well one more thing... human beings are no less respectable when they are at their most vulnerable. and that's why i try to have faith in people.

right now, it's about 12:30am - we landed here in Hamburg, Germany about 10 hours ago. all i've done is sleep, watch movies and "glaze" my hair. i'm trying not to dye it at all this summer besides right before the honda civic tour. i like the way the colors fade and how strung out i start to look with my hair turning all sorts of greenish yellow. it's even better when i don't wear any make-up out. what a sight. anyways, i'm tired and at the same time completely restless. and in, what some people would call, a "desperate need" for a shower. and what's most exciting is that my face wash spilled out into the rest of my toiletry bag. there's still a little left though. on the flight over, i read half of a new book i've started called Wonderland Avenue. it's by Danny Sugerman, in case you're interested, who happens to be my voice doctors' brother. NEATO! the author of this book not only met and hung around The Doors as a young kid around the age of 13 ... but by the time he was out of his teens he was already managing them AND Iggy Pop. (if you aren't aware of these artists, get to googling). so yeah, couldn't put that book down until finally i had to... cause me and jeremy wanted to watch Shutter Island on the plane tv's. that's right, folks, business class seats have an assortment of movies available to you on little personal tv's. what a bunch of snobs we must be! by the time we were done with that movie we realized we still weren't tired so we watched Fantastic Mr. Fox (directed by Wes Anderson, an absolute genius)... and then as jeremy fell asleep i proceeded to doodle in my journal and listen to Nirvana's 'Incesticide', then Mumford and Sons' 'Sigh No More'. it was a good flight. clearly, i got a lot of things accomplished.

again, i'm still just sitting here in my hotel room letting the orange glaze sit in my hair until i finally give in to a shower. i didn't even have enough orange left to cover my full head, so just get over it when you see me and i look like a hot mess.

maybe now is a good place and time to state my opinion on our being everywhere at the same time. seems like we've got just about every magazine covered this month, people are playing our songs and i'm singing on B.o.B's song and it's just crazy all the time. i do love it... it's a lot of fun to work hard and see your work all around you. yet at the same time, there are still large number of people that i don't think will ever get it. the SPIN article (you know, the cover one) that was just printed about us doesn't really seem to say anything ABOUT us as a band. and it seems that in most cases writers simply enjoy looking at us and exclaiming - like they've discovered something huge - "THEY'RE YOUNG!" or of course there's always, "THEY'RE CHRISTIANS"... or "THEY DON'T SHOOT UP IN THE BACK OF THE BUS!" what is this the 80's? is it really that sensational that we aren't the second coming of Motley Crue? does our music suggest that we should be acting otherwise? listen, i'm not trying to sit here and wreck the writer from SPIN. i'm sure it's hard to get a handle on any band within the amount of time given to capture "our story". maybe reading articles about us just gets a little monotonous, that's all. oh and i'm not actually friends with McLovin or Miley. awkward turtle.

and on a slightly different tip, it's my opinion that anyone who is coming onto our band looking for controversy is completely missing the point. the point isn't in the intent of controversy, the point is that there is no way around it. as people, aren't we all bursting at the seams with conflict and controversy? the point of our music is that there are human hearts in it. because anyone knows that eventually, someone will find something on you. if you don't do drugs, you probably have another addiction. even innocent. we could stop looking for the wrongs and realize that they're inevitable on the way to something more meaningful. i'm not totally preaching here. talking to myself as well, in case you wondered. who knows? maybe i really am just bored with giving music journalists the benefit of the doubt. like they're really gonna let people know what we would want to tell them. yet still, i want to have faith in people. and anyways, what WOULD we want to tell people if we had that much space to write about ourselves? it would probably end up just the same. does it ever bug you guys? do you ever feel like some people are just missing it?

when you come to a show do you feel the same thing that i feel when i'm on that stage? i mean, i know you're not standing on the stage... but surely you can feel the same energy that i'm feeling, to some degree. it's so much more powerful than all the trivial nonsense that people chalk our band up to be. it means something great and it feels empowering. it's the grace of knowing that we can all totally suck and be a little messed up and then stand in a room with thousands of other people who are exactly the same way, no matter how dressed up they look on the outside, and we can be broken all the same.

man, what have i gone and spouted off about now? sorry for such a long winded, self-serving type of post. i'm ready to wash this crap out of my hair and try to sleep til the show tomorrow. we are actually sharing the stage with The Get Up Kids, Hot Water Music and Dropkick Murphy's tomorrow. should be a good one!

<3 hayley

#paramore #hayley williams #2010 #livejournal

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Tegan is Seventeen, But is No Dancing Queen

Hi! Welcome to the fourth 'chapter' of my Seven Six Widdershins Family Members AU. Inspired by the Six Baudelaire AU by unfortunate-stranger-losers, in this AU, the Book!Widdershins Family and Netflix!Widdershins Family are now combined together to make a family of six. This 'chapter' finally introduces the rest of the Widdershins Family that are the two Captain Widdershins and their respective stepdaughters.

But before getting to them, let's focus on others. After surviving Hurricane Herman, the Baudelaires evade the authorities that is Mr. Poe and the police, making it to Captain Sham’s Sailboat Rental. Violet stakes out the area, and sees none of Olaf’s associates.

She then goes on her tiptoes to look through the window. There she sees a set of keys hanging on the wall, with no one around. The siblings then sneak in, and they steal the keys, with Klaus opening up the shack where all the boats are locked up, so they can steal a boat to go rescue their Aunt Josephine.

Unknown to the Baudelaires, that was the main room. There is now a makeshift back room. Verne and Harper —the accomplices this time— are inside there playing Roland’s Folly, which is like Bullshit and Go Fish, blind to everything above.

By the way, due to being unable to make 'align center', as well as proper breaks in HTML in the new editor, when you see [] brackets with ramblings inside them, it's indicating a section change.

“I can’t believe I lost again,” said Harper, throwing their remaining cards onto the pile. Harper then tossed their third-favorite scarf in Verne’s direction. Soon, they collected the card pile, and neatly put them back into a stack to reshuffle them. “Next time you ask me to play Roland’s Folly, know I’ll say no.”

“You’re just a sore loser,” said Verne, setting the scarf down beside him.

“Maybe so. But your constant asking of me and the others to play this game —not to mention other things— has me wondering if you’re bored of being part of the troupe” Harper then placed one card in the middle facing upward; it’s the Joker card. “Are you bored of the troupe? I can’t recall the last time you took joy in making costumes.”

Verne said nothing as Harper dealt him six cards, and then themself six cards, before placing the deck of cards downward in the middle beside the upright facing card. Then, Verne said, “I wouldn’t say I’m bored. I’m just…not satisfy with my career choice anymore. Sure, it was fun at the beginning, but now it feels like a drag. And now, with the boss making us do his schemes on top of being a troupe…I’m feeling slightly tired.”

“Then why don’t you leave?” asked Harper. “Olaf had plenty of troupe members leaving. I don’t think he would care if you split, provided you do it at night and leave a note.”

“Now that, I can’t do. Isn’t it obvious? I’m staying for someone who’s important to me.”

“Sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of another, that’s nice.” Harper briefly smiled as they picked up their cards. The smile soon vanished in seconds, and they quickly drop their cards, slamming their hands onto the table.

“You’re staying for Olaf!?” Harper’s eyes are wide and bug-like.

Verne sputtered nonsense of words before finally getting out, “What?! No!!!”

[Netflix ASOUE's decision to give Fernald a crush on Olaf is still something I go '???' at to this day.]

Neither of them realizes the Baudelaires took the keys in the main room until Harper leaves mid-way in the third round, returning back in a panic to see the key is missing. The two go outside, and discover the shack’s lock is on the ground, as well as a boat being missing. Verne informs Captain Sham, and get ordered to get the getaway car ready. And Verne and Harper wait in the car, pulling up just in time for Sunny to bite off the peg leg, revealing Captain Sham as Olaf. The three soon zoom away, with the Baudelaires deciding to hitchhike a ride and zoom off elsewhere away from Mr. Poe.

While all the latter half events of The Wide Window are happening —maybe slightly before it— on the Queequeg are Widdershins and Fiona. Fiona is eating sunny-side eggs and rice her stepfather made for breakfast, for he’s playing chef. The organization has yet answered back Widdershins’ request of another crew member. He’s been asking for another crew member for almost two years, since the woman who turned out to be a spy left after impromptu round of hide-and-seek to catch her.

Widdershins is humming a song while doing the dishes, and he just placed the last plate onto the drying rack. He wipes his hands onto one of the nearby towels, and goes back to the control room to check on the radar. He sees everything is fine, and then hears the sound of the Volunteer Factual Dispatch receiving a telegram.

Widdershins is surprised to get one, for lately, he hasn’t been getting them as frequent as before. He suspected the spy had something to do with it, but he’s not sure. He ought to get that checked out by someone who isn’t Fiona. Widdershins as such, was excited to get the dispatch…until he saw the sender’s name: Captain Ephraim Widdershins, captain of the Submarine Nautilus, aka, Father.

Ephraim’s telegram: ‘Pardon the sudden intrusion of your patrol of Lake Lachrymose STOP. As Tegan’s 17th birthday is coming up, I would like it if it would be held on the Submarine Queequeg STOP. Tegan hasn’t seen Fiona —and you— in two years, and I would like to rectify this STOP. It’s good for family to see one another, V, and for family to talk to one another STOP. We’ll see you in roughly eleven hours STOP.’

As with any person who hasn’t seen family in a while, Widdershins takes the news well.

Widdershins, crumples and throws the dispatch away: “...”

Widdershins, storming back into the kitchen: “Fiona! Stop eating breakfast! Stop reading Herman Melville! Stop reading your fungi books! Get out your cleaning bandana! Aye! Get out the very fancy dishes! Your step-grandfather and Tegan are going to have her seventeenth birthday here! Aye! I can’t handle another complain of the Queequeg being a dump in compare to the Nautilus! I just can’t!”

*Widdershins leaves the kitchen to go to a nearby closet, opening it to reveal many cleaning supplies and tools neatly organize. He grabs two tabard cleaning aprons*

Widdershins: “You know how we need to make your step-grandfather and step-aunt comfortable while away from their home.”

Fiona, taking one of the tabard cleaning aprons, and begins to tie it around herself: “But Stepfather, when are they ever comfortable here?”

Widdershins: “Exactly.”

The Queequeg is decently clean before Ephraim and Tegan’s arrival, which allowed Widdershins to make fish fillets with a sauce and greens for dinner, a dessert of rice pudding, and decorations of balloons. When Ephraim and Tegan finally arrived, Widdershins offered his father a handshake. However, Ephraim doesn’t take notice of it (maybe.). He also doesn’t speak to Widdershins, only giving him a nod.

With Fiona guiding her step-grandfather to the control room (and kitchen), Tegan lags behind. She’s the only one to notice of Widdershins’ sniffling. She turns around, and walks backward. Widdershins’ back is turn against her, but Tegan sees/hears her step-brother slapping his face with two hands, and clearing his throat.

Widdershins: “C’mon on now, V. Pull yourself together. Aye. No one needs to see you cry over something so unimportant. Aye, especially when it involves your own father. God only knows what he’ll say to your face again.”

Tegan quickly turns back around, and hears her step-brother’s footsteps following after her. The two have a short, simple discussing about the condition of the Nautilus, for Widdershins is curious on why her birthday party is being held on the Queequeg.

Tegan, shrugging her shoulders: “You know how our old man is, V. He just does what he wants without any hesitation.”

Widdershins: “Aye. I do. I sure do…”

The four soon have diner. Widdershins and Ephraim finish their dinner first, and go the control room for a quiet discussion (and it’s actually quiet to where eavesdropping is impossible). Tegan and Fiona have a discussion on their own at the kitchen table.

[I refuse to give out my headcanon name for Book!Widdershins until I make a proper headcanon post or reveal it in a fanfic.]

Tegan continued to sit across the table from the younger girl in the blue navy uniform and similarly shape triangle glasses. Tegan cleared her throat, and set her fork down on the empty plate. Tegan had been preparing herself for this moment eleven hours ago. Hopefully, unlike V’s first two-years interaction with Stepfather, this will go smoother.

“Niece Fiona,” said Tegan, leaning back against the chair. “I see you grown a few inches since we last saw each other. Aye, you’re now taller than me.”

Fiona —Niece Fiona, Tegan must remember that from now on— blinked a few times, setting down her fork on her own empty plate. Fiona fiddled a bit with her glasses. “Thank you, I think. I see you grew out your hair. It looks really great in a braid.”

“Why, thank you, Niece Fiona. I would have kept my usual curly hair, but I discovered a book of hair styles in the Nautilus’s library.” Tegan found herself pausing, trying to figure out how to keep the conversation up and going. “I thought about doing a double braid, but I like the single braid better. It gives off a more professional look, don’t you think?”

Niece Fiona nodded her head. “It does makes you look professional. Um, what’s with you addressing me as ‘Niece Fiona.’ I mean, yes, I’m your step-niece, but we’re not that far apart in age. There’s no need to use that necessary title.”

“I gave this lots of thought over the last several hours. It’s best if I finally start acting as what I’m truly am to you. I’m not just your associate. I’m your aunt.”

“…Well, you call me what you think it’s right,” answered Niece Fiona. She quickly fiddled with her glasses before speaking again, and stood up from the table. “Just let me continue to you what makes me feel comfortable. If you excuse me, Tegan, I need to inform my stepfather that we’re done with our dinner. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“…Very well then, Niece Fiona.” Tegan gave a curt nod, and soon placed her hands on the table. As she watched Fiona walk out the door to the control room, Tegan looked upward at the ceiling, and gave out a weak screech.

“Why did I expected it to go well?”

[Fiona not being 'Niece Fiona' at the end was deliberate.]

Dessert of rice pudding is served, and honestly speaking, it’s something of a drag. Ephraim isn’t please by the news of Widdershins’ lack of dispatches, for Widdershins reveals it upon returning to the table. Ephraim also doesn’t take it well Widdershins gave Fiona the task to figure out what’s wrong it the machine/being the mechanic.

Ephraim, taking a sip of soda: “This is what happens when you spend time on nonpractical matters. All that free time of you studying poetry, you threw away so much potential learning in your apprenticeship. V, as a captain, it’s wise for you to know the ins and outs of mechanics. Your sister is such an excellent machinic, I—”

Tegan, mentally thinking: “FUCK THEY’RE GONNA ARGUE!”

Fiona, mentally thinking: “Please don’t argue, please don’t argue, please don’t argue.”

Widdershins, serving Tegan more pudding: “‘I met a traveler from an antique land/Who said— “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone/Stand in the desert…”

Ephraim: [Beat] “Verse Fluctuation Declaration aside, poetry has no other use.”

Tegan, sighing in relief the tension is temporary pause, excuses herself from the kitchen and goes to the control room. She gives an unexpected shriek, for there’s a floating book through the porthole window. Everyone quickly joined her, and they see more books floating by. Widdershins recognized one as a grammar book, and realized that every book floating by is from Josephine’s library. Widdershins gets into action of getting the Queequeg back to the surface. Tegan quickly assisting him, even though the controls aren’t identical to the Nautilus.

The two saved as much of Josephine’s library as they can, and Ephraim makes mental notes how Widdershins and Tegan —while bickering on how to get the books—are working together, like a little crew of two.

Widdershins: “All I’m saying that this very long tong device will do the job! Aye! It’ll get all the books in its proper condition! Aye! No worry about losing pages!”

Tegan: “I could understand if it’s one, two, or even three books, V. But there are countless of books floating around. Aye, I think in order to save as much as Josephine’s books as possible, this long net is the way to go.”

(Tegan wins the argument after playing Rock-Paper-Scissors, two out of three rounds.)

Ephraim and Fiona are tasked with drying the books that got saved. Fiona is turning on all the fans they have, while Ephraim uses a hair dryer on a low setting. There, he asked Fiona about her stepfather. Specifically, how is he caring for her.

Fiona: “Stepfather is taking care of me more or less well. Just like always, since he regained custody. If you’re curious, last week he wrote me a note about needing to go to the City’s headquarter about his second crewmember problem.”

Ephraim: “Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

Fiona: “…I admit, it would be nice to have someone my age or around my age on board. Like Tegan. Yes. Tegan and I back in the day were close. I would like that again.”

After saving much of Josephine’s library, Ephraim and Tegan eventually depart back to the Nautilus. Tegan and Ephraim are in the library together. Tegan is reading a book on an armchair reading a lichen book given to her by Fiona, and taking notes in a new commonplace book (red) given by her step-brother. Ephraim meanwhile, is at his desk doing paperwork, and soon gets a personal Volunteer Factual Dispatch, for Ephraim has two dispatches onboard the Nautilus (the other one is in the main control room).

V.F.D. Telegram: “Ephraim, something urgent has gotten our attention STOP. Several members claim to have seen a creature a group of volunteers were researching on years ago. While you weren’t part of said research group, you’re the only volunteer left alive and present with knowledge of said particular creature STOP. We urge you to volunteer and investigate if the sightings have any truth to them STOP. You must either investigate this solo, or with one additional crew member STOP.

And no STOP. Tegan doesn’t count STOP.”

Ephraim shuddered, thinking over how the last time he saw ‘THAT’ creature, he was with a sixteen-year-old Widdershins, and how they barely escaped with their lives. If it wasn’t for his adopted son’s quick thinking, they would have perished and disappear into the depths of the unknown waters. Ephraim drags his hands down his face, and sighs. He knows his adopted son would be perfect as an additional crew member, but knows he wouldn’t want to leave Fiona. Again.

Ephraim decided it’s best to go solo, and makes his own reply telegram. Tegan meanwhile, notices that her stepfather is acting slightly off, and talks to him.

[I feel Netflix!Fiona if she has a commonplace book, would be red. More of a light red, but red still. And semi-related, but Book!Fiona's commonplace book I headcanon as blue. Like, a sky blue.]

“Stepfather, what’s wrong?” Tegan closed her lichen book, and carefully sets it down on the side table beside her.

“It’s nothing much. It’s just…” Stepfather trailed off, and leaned back against the wooden desk chair. He removed his hat, and set it down onto the desk. “The organization just sent me a personal telegram. Aye. The organization asked me to volunteer for a rescue mission regarding a manatee.”

“Ah. A manatee mission. Got it,” said Tegan slyly, slowly nodding her head, with a small smile. She knew that there’s no manatee in need of rescuing, but knew it’s an important mission. Stepfather just has a weird habit of using manatee for codes. It’s not all bad. Stepfather always took her on these sorts of missions.

“Unfortunately, I have to do the mission by myself.”

“A solo mission? Why it is a solo mission? Is there something different has needs me to stay behind? Do you have no choice on leaving me?” Teagan stopped smiling, and continued to sit at the edge of her seat, for something just occurred to her. “You’re not going to leave me alone in the City at the family’s penthouse, are you? I can’t—”

“Calm down, Tegan. You’re not going on the mission, but this is giving us the opportunity we been waiting for,” said Stepfather. “Aye, after seeing you today out at Lake Lachrymose, I think it’s time for you to finally become an apprentice.”

Teagan couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Really?! I’m starting my apprenticeship!? I didn’t think there’s a lichenologist left in the City who—” And here Teagan stopped talking. No lichenologist left in the City meant one thing. “You mean my captain apprenticeship. That’s…well, at least I’m starting my apprenticeship.”

“I’m glad you’re taking it well,” said Stepfather, as he started pressing away on his personal Volunteer Factual Dispatch. “Now, let me inform headquarters of the development, and make the proper arrangement with V.”

“…You want V to be my chaperone!?” exclaimed Tegan. “Stepfather, I know he’s family and a captain with years of experience, but believe me when I say this idea will completely backfire! V has enough problems trying to find a second crew member!”

“Exactly.”

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #fanfic #widdershins family curse concept au #asoue au #captain widdershins #ephraim widdershins #tegan widdershins #fiona widdershins #hook handed man #verne widdershins #fernald widdershins #henchperson of indeterminate gender #we all queue in a yellow submarine

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ma3-author · 2 years ago

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Previous CH: -ɴᴏᴛᴇ- /// ✎ 00 ✉ /// ✎ 01 ✉ /// ✎ 02 ✉ /// ✎ 03 ✉ /// ✎ 04 ✉ /// ✎ 05 ✉ /// ✎ 06 ✉ /// ✎ 07 ✉ /// ✎ 08 ✉ /// ✎ 09 ✉ /// ✎ 10 ✉ /// ✎ 11 ✉ /// ✎ 12 ✉ ///

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We know that Aisha already found someone who has the same hobbies as herself, and that is her friend Lady Y/N, a person whom she really adores and admires, just like her sister Aida.

To the point where the twin begins to treat her as one of them. But when she found another one, she couldn't help but remember the book in which she always checks to see if the cypress left her a note.

She calls it cypress, as she found the note there.

She also learned the word "reincarnated" and what it meant. Thus, once she learned it, she didn't hide the fact that it interested her. Though she was kind of disappointed when she learned that the owner (Cypress) who left the note didn't answer her last question.

The last question was:

"Guide me? To what? Where? I'm confused. Is something going to happen? How do you intend for me to change history?

I need an answer. Give me some hints.

What is your purpose?

"Just who are you?"

This is her last question, and until now, she didn't receive any answers. Even though she had already accepted that the owner might have gone and the note was merely a forgotten one or that someone was playing a prank on her,

But based on the seriousness of the handwritten letter and its riddle words It doesn't look like it. and her hope is still there, waiting for an answer.

She thought today might be the day, as her last note was missing, only to sigh in disappointment when she didn't find any. But she did discover something new, which is the first note she left. that someone wrote on it.

She was excited as she thought it belonged to Cypress. only to tilt her head once she read it; moreover, it's not the Cypress handwritten, but whoever this is, it leaves her with something that will make her look for something new, or maybe she can still stick to Cypress notes.

Aisha was about to stand up and give some feedback to the person who wrote in her note. only for her to halt because, right there, just at the place where she took the book out, a letter seemingly sat, waiting to be read.

Aisha didn't hesitate and grabbed it, and as she took it out, one thing she noticed first was that the ink was still fresh, which means the person who wrote it is still at the manor, roaming the place freely.

Not only that, but the letter she has been waiting for is the one she's now holding, and as she reads it, she can't help but smile.

As her question had finally gotten an answer.

In the letter:

"As my departure is almost upon me, I want to help before I leave."

It's a little selfish of me, but I have to do it because someone else is waiting for me, just as you did for my response.

I'll give you a hint as you ask but not precise.

The roses are red and the violet is blue; something bad will happen in the near future, but do not fear; you can prevent it.

I already prevented the first one... But like I said, my departure is near, and I can no longer continue it... Moreover, there's still more, and this is where you walk in.

Don't be worried; just follow my words. Remember the first note I wrote?

"Don't rush; wait and find the right time."

You ask what my purpose is.

One word: "home."

"You'll find out who I am soon; good luck, my friend."

Aisha assumed that was the final message, but when she turned the paper over, she discovered another; in the letter, it stated where she could find the next note.

As the original spot was already taken by someone, it's dangerous to keep it in the same place as that person might read their conversation.

"Think of it like a treasure hunt." This made Aisha chuckle.

Though kids like her, after reading this note, should be worried and scared by now and would prefer to give it to the adults for them to handle it. But Aisha is different; she is not only delighted by this.

She also wants to know who Cypress really is.

Though she's worried about what will happen in the near future, half of her knows that this person, whoever they are, will guide her on the right path.

She simply has a sense of safety deep within her.

After all, who wouldn't get excited and thrilled when this person knew what their future held?

But for now, all she needs to do is look and see what the next note will say to her, and then she will decide if she will help them or not.

What's more, she found another person who likes to leave a note as well, and this made Aisha curious as to who this new person is.

'What an exciting day'

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While Aisha was overjoyed to receive two responses from different notes and scenes, you, on the other hand,

'Where the heck is it?!'

Was the only thoughts you have as you speed walk to every place you've been to, trying to find the two notes that you double secure to your pocket only to discover that they magically disappear.

You later discover that it is missing while enjoying a peaceful tea with them and your mother in the Dimoche garden, admiring the field full of flowers and watching Sein and Carlo, who were riding a horse.

When a servant walks in to give Duke Gwen a letter, eyeing it, you instinctively slide your hand into your pocket, only to feel the air.

You tried to dig deeper, thinking it had only slid down, only to have a semi-panic once you confirmed that it wasn't there. You then quickly calmed yourself, knowing that panicking wouldn't help and would only add to the stress.

With that said, you excuse yourself from the family and your mother, telling them a lie about how mother nature is calling while politely declining Aida's invitation to join you.

Right now, you have gone to every place you have walked but have not found a single note lying on the floor. even though you can ask the servants if they found anything.

You are worried that they might question you regarding what was written or that someone has already asked the servants if someone is looking for a missing note.

And the possibility of the person asking that would be the Dimoche family or Lady Lisa and if they learned that you're the one who was looking for that note.

It would be suspicious as to why the note has a different language that they never heard or saw. Yes, it's written in a different language, as you wanted to be cautious if you stupidly dropped it and it happened.

What's more, knowing them, they won't slide it that easily, as they're more curious than a curious cat.

Though you can make up a lie about how you wanted to try something new or simply bored as you wrote it. But the way the words, letters, and strokes are written on the note is not something that one is simply bored with or simply creating.

Let's add the fact that it has the same English alphabet as your original language does.

In the end, before the bright sky turns into darkness, showing its stars,

You dashed to the book's location, hoping it was still there and sighing as it was. You quickly took it and walked your way out, planning to bring the book to where your family carriage is.

But when you saw Carlo and Sein emerge from around the corner, you quickly hid around the corner as well. and hearing their footstep clearly approaching where you are.

The only option here is to sprint outside to the back of the garden, and so you did and made your way behind a large bush. You planned to continue escaping, only to halt once you saw Nemo's back facing you, seemingly holding something.

You don't know what it is, and now is not the time to ask. Clicking your tongue indicates that you need to be careful, as Nemo has a strong sense of his surroundings thanks to Carlo.

As you continued sneaking behind him, wanting to go to another bush. only to aggravate your pique when you heard Carlo's irritated voice, and you won't deny that all of this made you angry.

'What the fuck is this happening?!' You curse

Nemo, hearing something behind him, quickly hid the item in his hand, and when he turned around, he didn't hide his surprised look.

"...Brothers?"

He was surprised as Sein and Carlo had never been left alone with each other; in fact, just the presence of Sein made Carlo scowl in irritation, but when Nemo sees them both walking together, he is even more surprised.

As Nemo is busy looking at his brothers, who are now entering the area where he is, just on his right side, a girl is hiding beneath the big bush, trying to calm her beating heart and maintain a quiet breath while praying not to be spotted.

"See, I told you it was just Nemo!" Carlo said in annoyance, pointing at Nemo, only to look at him in a confused way.

'Nemo is supposed to be at his lesson, so what is he doing here? It's like Carlo's thought was heard when Sein asked Nemo.

"Nemo, shouldn't you be at your lesson?" Sein asks while looking around the place, seemingly looking for something or someone.

"Y-yes, second brother; I-I should go!"

"Hey wait-" But Carlo didn't get the chance to ask Nemo when he dashed away, leaving him with Sein.

"Great... You drove him away. I was about to ask what he was doing here"

"You can ask him that later; for now, we should go back. Mother would be mad if we stayed away for so long."

"Tsk, I know that! Don't order me around, Sean!"

Hearing some shuffling and then silence, you finally let out a big sigh that you didn't think you were holding. You then grumble in irritation at today's event. But even though you almost got caught, you still have the book. and that is all that matters.

As you're about to stand up to continue your plan, you quickly shove the book beneath the bush when you heard him—the one person you don't want to be alone with.

"I was right; it was you that we saw."

"What do you mean, Sir Sein? I was here the whole time and didn't mean to eavesdrop~" You lied while smiling at him, who has wariness in his eyes.

Even though his smiling as well, you knew behind does his already suspecting you.

"Is that so? Then may I inquire as to what you are doing there?"

Before you said another lie, you mentally thanked Aida, who was now shouting your name and looking for you, and in this scenario, it looks like you were playing hide and seek with her.

"You found me~!" You giggled as you said this, sprinting to Aida, who wore a confused look, but before she could question you, you beat her to it.

"I should play it now, right?" Thanks to your early conversation, she thought you meant that you would play the viola for her, and when she smiled at you,

It was time to announce that you no longer appear suspicious, but knowing Sein and catching a glimpse of where he was looking, you quickly called his attention, saying, "You should come to Sir Sein; I'm going to play another song~."

"I don't want to bother you, Ladies-"

"You aren't a bother~ silly~ and I can't play it when everyone is not there, right Aida?" You interrupted him, knowing what he was thinking right now, and it's best to get him away from where he's standing.

Because just beneath his feet is where the book was hiding, and if he finds it, you don't know how you can get it back.

"Yes! Your right Y/N!" Aida, on the other hand, even though she wanted you to play the song only for her, still agreed, as she's now happy, as you called her name without any formal title.

As the three kids walked inside the manor where the tea room is, one kid was happily talking to her friend, requesting some new happy songs. As for the said friend, even though she's wearing a smile and has a cheerful aura like Aida,

Behind that is a beating heart, hoping that before the carriage leaves, she will return to where she hid the book, hoping that it will still be there when she returns at the same time, peering at the person next to her, who was also peering at her.

When she saw this, she only smiled and told him how excited she was, hoping she wouldn't cause her mother any more embarrassment.

"I know you won't. Lady Y/N"

"Of course! she won't. She played it to me many times, and I know you will do it just the way you did before~!" Aida exclaimed, hugging your arms.

"Thank you. Then I better do my best~"

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When you're about to go back and get it, you can only sigh in irritation and tiredness.

This was noticed by Aisha and Aida, who then asked you if you were okay.

Currently, you are inside the twins' room helping them with the gift you gave them, but aren't you supposed to be on the road going home by now?

Well, that is what you thought at first, and when you were about to get the said book. You were stopped by a servant guarding the pathway to the garden. as ordered by Duke Gwen, who then told Lady Lisa to stay for tonight as it was already late.

Lady Lisa didn't hesitate and accepted it right away. Thus, here you are now helping the twins sort out all the clothes and books that you had gifted them, with a sigh of exhaustion coming from you, not because of the gifts, maybe.

But the thoughts that you're finally going home were interrupted by the two notes jumping out of your fucking pocket and sprinting away from the two brothers, hiding from Nemo. let alone that Sein almost caught you.

Now Duke Gwen has ordered some servants to close the garden as some renovations are being held, which is bullshit, and for some reason, this new paper in your hands didn't decide to jump as well.

You tried to see if the pocket had a hole in it or how soft the dress was to see if the two notes would fall out, but this paper you're now smashing between your hands didn't fall out, only indicating how things didn't make sense.

'Just Great. when I'm almost there, this book! clearly wants me to finish the whole fucking story!' Only to snap from your thoughts as Aida and Aisha are now holding your hand.

Now that you've noticed it due to the paper you just murdered a minute ago and how soft and sensitive your skin is, your once-soft hands are now covered in redness and small scratches due to your fingertips.

Aisha and Aida, whose faces were filled with concern, and Aida, who has a small hint of fear in her because she has never seen you act, let alone your expression of pure rage.

"Y/N, Are you alright? ...your hand" Aida asks with concern in her voice, her lips quivering.

You immediately move the paper away, waving your hand in front of them and gesturing that you are okay and that they don't need to worry, lying to them about how you wanted to make a boat from it.

To which they didn't believe you. "That is clearly not a boat," Aisha then pointed at the paper that looks like it got stomped by a thousand feet, "Lady Y/N, is something troubling you?"

"No, there is none; maybe... I'm just tired." which, in your case, wasn't a lie because you were spinning around every nook and cranny of this massive mansion.

"Why didn't you say so? Go to bed, Y/N, don't worry, we can handle this!" Aida pondered, a worried tone visible in her whining.

She invited you to sleep in her bed, but you politely declined, explaining that you don't want to bother them and will sleep wherever Lady Lisa is.

"Do you want us to bring you there?" Aisha asked who was now getting up, followed by Aida, only to remain seated as you gestured for them that you can do it yourself.

"...You two also should go to bed soon and continue this for... tomorrow." After you said goodnight to both of them, you quietly closed the door and walked away. It was a good thing that they didn't follow you out.

Because you'll try again, hoping that your eyes are just playing tricks on you—hoping that's the case because you don't want any more dithering.

When you left the Twins' room, they immediately looked at each other with concern in their eyes.

"...Do you think it has something to do with that?"

"It has to be... poor Lady Y/N, she might be in shock," Aisha said in response to her sister's question.

What was the twin talking about? Oh right, when you excused yourself, it wasn't long before Lady Lisa and Madam Sylvia kept whispering something about marriage, spouses, and suitors.

This was heard by the twins like a new bell from Santa's sleigh. They assumed they would be in an arranged marriage, which irritated them because Madam Sylvia had only been staying at their house for a week. thinking that Sylvia was already picking up their suitor.

'Unbelievable'

Only to have their annoying thought dismissed when they heard their friend's name. And with that, they immediately glanced at one another, shock visible in their eyes.

"...Let's hope that whoever he is, he will treat Lady Y/N well."

"No! if she gets married as papa did. She's going away; I don't want her gone!" Aida complained about not liking a bit of that idea.

Aisha won't say it out loud, but she has to admit that it saddened her that Lady Y/N was the first person to ever acknowledge and have the same hobby as her, only to vanish one day.

Even so, the twins need to accept it one way or another, as it's like the term "That's how reality works,"

But one thing they didn't quite get from the two adults' conversation is that they are indeed talking about future marriage, but that is a side conversation, and the main reason Lady Lisa was there in the first place was to ask Madam Sylvia for a bit of advice.

Common advice if I may say so, advice as to what gift she will gift her daughter and the twins for the upcoming birthday asking Duke Gwen as well as his there.

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As the night passed by, the clock began to tick and tock again, thus announcing another trail to begin, but not to worry; Aisha had already found the note and read the message in it.

You just hope she will be patient like she is before she begins it.

While you, on the other hand, will support her from the back, only jumping in if she hesitates. Now to the two notes that you're still looking for: good news! You found the other one.

To where? At the garbage and good thing, the letter that you found is Aisha's notes.

The bad news is that the other note is still missing. Though you don't need to worry about it, what you do need to worry about now is the sudden renovation. You just wanted to go home, but your mother left you in the care of the Dimoche family.

In a good and bad way.

She thought it would be a good idea to leave you for a week to get to know the brothers... and how you remember that you're not Aisha or Aida.

But it's already there, so you just accept it and wait for the Pellereli carriage to return once again so that you can finally, finally escape this madness before it literally starts.

Now the new problem that you have is that:

You can't find the book where it was hidden because Fucking Gwen Dimoche unexpectedly ordered the servants to rearrange the garden and plant some new flowers, one of which is your favorite.

Before Lady Lisa left, she asked Duke Gwen and Sylvia if they could put this specific flower or create a small spot just for you, as you like to read outside and it brings you peace.

With a side note how he and madam Sylvia with you in it can only know the spot.

Though she's not wrong at the same time: 'Fucking shit'... Now, how many times did you curse in this chapter?

Though you don't need to worry about the missing note. but in exchange, the book gets misplaced in a new place, and you have a week to find it without getting caught.

And you thought exams were difficult to cheat on without getting caught?

Furthermore, you spent an hour finding the book, and when you found it, you needed to find it again. Just great, right?

'Okay, Y/N, relax...Getting irritated will not assist you in locating the- fuck!' Well, you tried.

You only calm down when someone knocks at the door.

"Come in," you said, hiding your now-visible irritation behind a smile. Greetings to Nemo, who has decided to glue himself to the door.

"Um... M-mother said that breakfast would be served soon, and she wanted to let you know..."

"Thank you for telling me... Do you have more to say?" You inquire as Nemo stands there, shyly looking away from you.

You only sweat when he hastily sprints away, closing the door, but before that, he said something that you didn't quite hear. You only shrugged your shoulders, thinking it was Nemo's hobby.

To mumble before exiting the scene.

As you stand up, finally calming your boiling blood, you get to thank Nemo for interrupting you before you explode in anger. You just hope that before the week's end, the book must be found.

You just hope you're the first person to get them before he or she does.

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