#william gracey x you

[seriously-nobody]

The Ghost In My Heart

Pt.3

Warnings: romance, grief, drug induced sleepy time, self-deprecation, mention of murder, a bit of betrayal, and a few time skips

Preface: I really enjoyed writing this one. I think it's much more complex than the other parts, with a lot more happening all in one part. I don't have much more to say other than I really do hope you enjoy it. :)

It had been 6 months since Madame Leota moved into the mansion and held a seance every night. And every night, with every seance, the ghosts chose you to be their mouth piece. You were exhausted after being used night after night, feeling so much death, but as long as you felt you were helping, you were happy to be there. There was one particularly rough seance with the ghost of a black widow bride making you see and feel like your head was being cut off, Madame Leota had to intervene. She couldn’t get rid of the ghost but made them fairly docile with some sage. “I’m going to have some tea before I turn in to calm my nerves, would either of you like to join me?” Madame Leota asked, picking up her cane. “Tea sounds lovely.” William said standing. You said nothing, just looked at the corner of the room where only you saw the captain. He stared at you with his arms folded and his head turned up at you. “Are you alright?” William put his hand on your shoulder. You shake your head out of it, “Yes, fine.” you say shortly. “Will you be joining us for tea?” he asks again. “Not tonight, thank you.” you say. “Well alright, we’ll be in the living room if you need us.” Madame Leota said and they both walked out, William shutting the door behind him.

You get up abruptly and turn to the journal and thrust it open to a new page. “Why are you haunting me captain?!” you say angrily into the corner where he stood a moment ago. But the pen doesn’t move. Then suddenly the sound of the ship’s bell rings out and you cover your ears to try to block it out but it doesn’t work, it only grows louder. “You know why I’m here!” a gruff voice shouts at you and wind suddenly starts blowing in the room almost knocking you down. “Stop it. Stop it.” You grunt back at it, screwing your eyes shut. “You suffer!” the voice retorts and rain starts pouring down on you. “I can’t tell him, you know I can’t” You shout into the storm. The bell rings so loud in your head it vibrates your skull and you drop to your knees on the floor, which is now ankle deep in sea water. “It will break his trust in me if I bow out! I must hold on and stay by his side!” you yell in desperation but the torrent only grows stronger. “Even at your own expense?!” the voice roars like thunder at you. “At any cost! I cannot waiver! Or this is all for not!” you practically scream. “Then you are lost!” the captain’s voice blares. “I may be! But at least I am lost with him!” you yell but the deluge holds strong around you. “I know I have lost my way but I don’t have any other path but this one now! I’ve made my fate and I will live or die with the consequences!” You sob. And finally the storm calms to nothing but the water pooled around you. “You will not change. I will not leave.” The captain says and everything around you dries and watery foot prints stomp out of the seance room.

3 months pass after that, but everything remains the same. So many seances and equally as many ghosts, they get blurred together in your memory. Names get to be a bit fuzzy at times, especially after rough seances that wear down your mind. William however seems less optimistic as he was in the beginning. It’s almost coming up on a year now and still, Eleanor has not shown up. “May I confide in you something?” William asks you one morning while having morning tea in the garden. Madame Leota was inside talking with the spirits. “Of course you can. What is it?” you say, only a little bit concerned. “It’s been 9 months we’ve been trying to contact her. And I grow more and more worried. What if she doesn’t want to make contact with us? With me? Or what if she’s not here? What if she’s-” William says with each question he becomes more frantic, so you put your hand on his arm to calm and quiet him. “We will reach Eleanor, William. I promise you, on my life, I will help you find her.” You say with utter devotion. “You are such a good friend to me, y/n. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a companion.” he smiles brightly at you and it warms your heart. “You needn’t do anything.” you say bumping his shoulder with yours and you both giggle and continue enjoying the pleasant morning.

Finally the day had come, the first year anniversary of it all. The day goes on as usual and then the night begins in the seance room. “Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they’re at.” Madame Leota says and the seance begins. the crystal ball glows and levitates. You feel like someone or something is trying to say something to you but it all just comes out in jumbled hushed whispers. “Anything yet?” William asks. “Not really. It sounds like they’re trying but can’t quite find the words?” You say tilting your head. “Hmm. Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!” Madame Leota gestures to a brass bell on the table, but again nothing happens. “Wrap on a table, it's time to respond! Send us a message from somewhere beyond!” shouted Madame Leota, slamming her hand down on the table. And finally you saw him. Only his head showed through the crystal ball. His face burned into your memory. His wicked grin and his crazed eyes. His eyes darted over to you and noticed the terrified look on your face. “You.” he says and tilts his head down at you. Suddenly you felt his soul, his aura, his overpowering madness and insatiable bloodlust overwhelmed you. Your face went pale as a sheet. “Y/n? What is it? What’s happening.” William asked concerned. You were scared speechless, it felt like all the air had been taken out of the room and you couldn’t breathe. The head laughed maniacally and you saw all his murders flash by your eyes in an instant, and you saw them as if looking through his eyes. Then his head vanished from the ball and you frantically looked around the room. You peek behind your chair to find him standing there, hunched over with a cane in one hand and a glowing hatbox in the other. His head, now inside the hatbox, illuminates the corner of the room. “Boo!” he says and chuckles at you when you jump. “No no no! Shut it down! Shut it down!” You practically scream to Madame Leota. While keeping eye contact with the hatbox ghost. He takes a menacing step towards you, scraping his other foot across the floor. “You can’t banish me, foolish mortal.” he cackles out. Madame Leota lights the sage and waves it around the space to get him to leave but he stands unwavering. “Aww, that won’t hurt me. You know better than that.” he scoffs and continues towards you. William grabs the bell and starts ringing in the direction where you’re looking. “Ugh! Such noise!” The ghost says and dematerializes. You turn around to see if the crystal ball had stopped glowing and it did. So you slump back down in your chair knowing the portal had closed.

Your heart racing in your chest, you pant, gripping the arms of the chair to stop yourself from quaking. “Is everyone alright?” you pant out. “Yes.” Madame Leota says calming down. “Yes, but are you alright?” William says concerned. “For now. Though, we need to banish that ghost back to the region beyond. I don’t know who or what that ghost is, but he'a evil and maddening.” You say darkly. His face flashes in your memory, it’s all you see behind your eyelids when you so much as blink, it sends a shiver down your spine. “I’ll see what I can do to find a banishment.” Madame Leota says opening her book, William still looks concerned at you but says nothing. “I’m going to go for a brandy.” You say trying desperately to stand while your legs quake against your will. William gets up and helps you stand. “I’ll come with you.” He says, holding your arm. “Oh, no, it’s alright.” You say trying to wave him off as you walk slowly out of his hold. William gives you those sad kicked puppy eyes. “Listen, I'm alright, really.” You say and hobble up the stairs to the living room.

You call a servant for a cherry brandy and sit down on a sofa. You sigh and put your elbows on your knees to cradle your head. You close your eyes only for a moment and see his face again. “Your brandy?” a servant says, making your heart leap out of your chest and you fall back onto the sofa. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.” the servant says. “No, no, it's alright.” you say taking the brandy and down half of it. “Rough night?” the servant says observing you. “Extremely.” you say running your hand down your face. “Penny for your thoughts?” the servant asks, looking down at your trembling figure. “Not a chance. Not tonight.” you say downing the rest of the brandy. “Oh, not even the slightest detail?” the servant says, but the voice isn’t the one you heard before, it was his. Your eyes go wide and you look up at the servant, their nose is bleeding and their eyes have dark circles under them. “You fiend!” you shoot up and grab the servant by the collar. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-” the servant pleads. You drag the servant by the collar to the seance room. “Y/n?! What in the world are you doing?!” William says, and Madame Leota looks up from her book and gasps. “He’s using this servant as a puppet!” You say to them confidently. William and Madame Leota look at you puzzled. “Look he has blood-” and as you look over, the servant looks right as rain, just as they appeared before. Your face falls. “But he was just- Their nose was bleeding, and their eyes-” you say, studying the servant's face. “Dear… maybe you should get some rest.” Madame Leota suggests gently as to not stir you. “No please, you must believe me.” You plead, looking back at them. “William?” You look at William. He opens his mouth then closes it and takes a moment to think and dismay dawns on his face. “No, no please, William.” You say. “Maybe you do need some rest. After the events of the night.” He looks up at you while hanging his head. You look back at the servant who is still fearfully looking at you. You retract your hand from their collar and it trembles terribly as you do so, so you cover it with your other hand to stop it from shaking so much. You look skittishly back at them now questioning your own sanity in the matter. William tries to say something and reach out to you, but you run out of the seance room to your guest bedroom.

You run in and shut the door, leaning on it as soon as you shut it. You cover your face, and tears burn your eyes. You crumple in on yourself and slide down the door until you sit on the floor. You hold your head and sob into your knees. Hot tears sizzle down your cheeks, and your nose gets stuffy, so you start to sniffle. You sit there in choked sobs for a while until a soft knock is heard on the door. “Yes?” You choke out. “Hello, I know you may not want to hear from me right now, but Master Gracey sent another brandy to you.” it was the servant from earlier that you had hallucinated to be the hatbox ghost. You stand up, wiping your tears and open the door to see the servant. “Don’t shoot the messenger.” The servant puts their hand up in surrender. You walk over and sit down in a chair by your vanity, motioning for the servant to come in. “Ah, I’m glad to see we’re on good terms then.” they say cheerfully. They walk in and set your brandy down on the vanity, and you immediately pick it up and down it all. “Is there anything else you’ll be needing tonight?” the servant asks with a grin, and suddenly your head starts to spin, and you look back at the servant to see their nose bleeding again and the dark circles returned to under their eyes. “What did you do to me, demon?” You say through gritted teeth while trying to get up. He giggles through the servant’s mouth and pushes you back down. “Don’t want you falling.” He says and throws a gesture in the air, and the door to your room closes quietly. “Oh nothing, just a bit of brandy and a bit of laudanum.” he says in his voice while making the servant tilt their head side to side with each ingredient. Your vision starts to blur around the edges, but you try desperately to hang on. “You… fiend…” you slur out and sway. He walks the servant over to your bed and makes them pick up a pillow. He makes them dust it off and place it in front of you on the vanity. “Can’t have you splitting that head of yours, now can we? Sleep tight.” He laughs maniacally, your head falls to the pillow, and everything fades to black.

Pt.5: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906187359338496/the-ghost-in-my-heart?source=share

[professional-termite]

MallCop HM 2023 Harriota AU

This is an idea that me and @youngstarfishphilosopher were talking about so here's the idea so far...

-William Gracey and Allistair Crump are both rival store owners in New Orleans in this AU. I think Gracey's store would be called The Haunted Mansion Store and would sell themed products, with local legend Constance Hatchaway being a large part of it (she's pretty much the store's mascot). Crump's store would be called Hatbox Supply or something, which earns him the nickname Hattie by the townsfolk.

- Gracey's store is a lot more successful than Crump's because Gracey is just a better businessman in general, so Crump ends up trying to sabatoge the store a lot. Crump ends up paying Kent Owens, the now middle-aged, broke, estranged son of the local priest, to help him steal stuff and sabatoge the store.

- In order to combat the thieves, the rich Gracey ends up hiring Harriet Lee and Leota Curtis (yes I'm giving them both Jamie Lee Curtis references for last names, be quiet) to be the security guards. Leota is something of a local legend, retired cop and town hero, and is a MASSIVE inspiration to Harriet, aka the reason why she tried to join the police force in her 20's. She didn't pass at the academy, however, and ended up working in security.

- Ben Matthias and his adoptive father Bruce Matthias are 2 store regulars, and close friends of Harriet. Ben's wife recently died, which caused him to quit his job, so Bruce ends up spending a lot of time trying to get Ben to apply at Haunted Mansion so he can begin living a normal life again (and also stop living with Bruce, because Bruce works as a professor and can barely afford to feed himself, let alone a depressed Ben).

- Gabbie and Travis Hauss (get it because in the movie they owned the house so their last name is Hauss) are 2 other store regulars, and family friends of Gracey's. Ben is broke as hell and can't cover all his groceries when Bruce sends him out, so Gabbie helps cover some of his stuff because she's rich and nice, which is how they meet.

- Ben catches Kent screwing with the shelves and ends up calling security (Leota) on him, but when Leota starts getting really mean towards him for being, like, an idiot and a failure for being unemployed and essentially disowned by his dad (cuz yk Leota is friends with Kent's dad and also in on all the town drama), Ben steps in and defends him (cuz even though he's trying to sabatoge the place, Kent is really really bad at causing any real trouble, and he wasn't stealing stuff either, and Ben takes pity). Ben tries to clarify that he doesn't really like Kent, but Ben got him off the hook, so Kent has decided they're friends now. There is no escaping him.

- Now that Kent has chilled out, he and Ben make a promise to each other to go job hunting and get their lives back together. Crump gets really pissed that he lost Kent as a pawn and starts actually causing damage to the building.

- Long story short, the whole thing turns into an investigation (that the actual police won't touch since there's no evidence), so Leota and Harriet become an unofficial cop duo and start collecting evidence to prosecute Crump for the various crimes he's trying to commit in order to shut down The Haunted Mansion Store.

This is just a basic outline of the story, I might polish this and turn it into an actual thing later but uhh yeah :D (also yes ofc there's background Ben x Kent how could I resist...)

@creative-soul-22 thought you might be interested in my hm brainrot so enjoy

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Male Edition

Obscure Characters I love for some reason. (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why.

A

Abraham Alastor/Anthony Clarke (Dark Pictures Little Hope)

Adam (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Adam (Hallmark Frankenstein 2004)

Al Capone (Night at the Museum)

Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Alec Fell (Nancy Drew, The Silent Spy)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream)

Amphibian Man/The Asset (Shape of Water)

Anthony Walsh (Blood Fest)

Anton Herzen (Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box)

Ardeth Bay (Mummy series)

Armand (Queen of the Damned 2002)

Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean 5)

B

Barnaby (Sabrina Down Under)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Baron Meinster (Brides of Dracula)

Beast/Hank McCoy (X-Men, Kelsey Grammer version)

Beast/Prince (Beauty and the Beast 2014)

Ben Willis (I Know What You Did Last Summer)

Bernard the elf (Santa Clause series)

Black Phillip (The VVitch)

Blade (Puppetmaster series)

Bughuul (Sinister 1 and 2)

C

Caliban/John Clare (Penny Dreadful)

Captain Frederick Wentworth (Persuasion)

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

Cedric Brown (Nanny McPhee)

Christian Thompson (Devil Wears Prada)

Colonel William Tavington (The Patriot)

Cornelis Sandvoort (Tulip Fever)

Crown Prince Ryand'r/Darkfire (DC comics/Teen Titans)

D

Daniel Le Domas (Ready Or Not)

Death (Final Destination series)

Dimitri Allen (Professor Layton and the Unwound Future)

Dimitri Denatos (Mom’s Got a Date With a Vampire)

Dustfinger (Inkheart)

Dr. Alexander Sweet/Dracula (Penny Dreadful)

Dr. Gregory Butler (Happy Death Day 1 & 2)

Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

E

Edward Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003) 

Edward Mordrake (Urban Legend/American Horror Story Asylum)

Edward/Eddie “Tex” Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3)

Elemer of the Briar (Elden Ring)

Erik Carriere (Phantom of the Opera 1990)

Ethan (Pilgrim 2019)

F

Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne)

Faustus Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Fegan Floop (Spy Kids trilogy)

Fox Mask/Tom (You’re next)

G

George Knightley (Emma)

Ghost/Mitch (Haunt 2019)

Godskin Apostle (Elden Ring)

Godwyn the Golden (Elden Ring)

Gold Watchers (Dark Deception)

Greg (Bodies, Bodies, Bodies)

Grim Matchstick (Cuphead)

Gurranq Beast Clergyman (Elden Ring)

H

Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde (Broadway, Rob Evan version)

Henry Sturges (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Hugh Crain (Haunting of Hill House, the book and 1963 film. Not the Flanagan show or 1999 movie remake)

Hugo Butterly (Nancy Drew, Danger by Design)

I

Ingemar (Midsommar)

J

Jack Ferriman (Ghost Ship)

Jack Worthing/Uncle Jack (We Happy Few)

Jafar (Once Upon a Time, not the Wonderland spin-off)

Jan Valek (John Carpenter’s Vampires)

Jefferson "Seaplane" McDonough/Alex (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter (Arkhamverse! Video Games)

Jester (Puppetmaster series)

John (He’s Out There)

Joseph “Joey” Mallone (Blackwell series)

Juan (The Forever Purge)

Juno Hoslow, Knight of Blood (Elden Ring)

K

Kalabar (Halloweentown)

Kenneth Haight (Elden Ring)

Killer Moth/Drury Walker (Teen Titans)

King Paimon (Hereditary)

L

Lamb Mask/Craig (You’re next)

Lamplighter (The Boys)

Launder Man (Crypt TV)

Lawrence “Larry” Gordon (Saw series)

Loki (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Lucifer (Devil’s Carnival 1 & 2)

M

Magic Mirror (Snow White 1937/Shrek)

Man in the Mask (The Strangers)

Manon (The Craft)

Man-Thing (Marvel’s Werewolf By Night)

Marco Polo/Merman (Crypt TV)

Marcus Corvinus (Underworld series)

Markus Boehm (Nancy Drew, the Captive Curse)

Mephistopheles (Faust’s Albtraum)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne)

Miquella (Elden Ring)

Mirror Man (Snow White and the Huntsman)

Mr. Crow/Aldous Vanderboom (Rusty Lake series)

Mr. Le Bail (Ready Or Not)

Mr. Slausen (Tourist Trap)

N

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

P

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

R

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

S

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

T

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

V

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

W

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William "Billy" Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

X

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

[deathmaiidens]

@xsorrowofamanxx from [x]

"Again," Adelaide started, her grave countenance a stark contrast to her youthful beauty (at least until the old grandfather clock struck midnight and you could see right through her bones, right through to her broken heart). "You're gonna have to be more specific. Many things happened here. To start with, there was William and Eleanor Gracey, but I think the ground was cursed long before they built this place..."

Wide brown eyes darted towards the portraits in the hallway where you could hear a low howling sound (or was it only the wind?), then back at the man. "They came here from England with their only son, Edward Gracey. Eleanor went first, died of yellow fever, and then William followed hoping to find her in the other world, forgetting he'd be leaving a little boy behind, all alone in a house full of ghosts. None of which were ever his mom or dad -- only strange phantoms with white hair and see-through bones like blue glass. When he grew up, he fell in love; found his bride in the most beautiful woman in New Orleans, but history was doomed to repeat itself. She died giving birth to a baby girl who wasn't expected to survive the night. Against all odds, she survived many a night from then on. So did her Papa who promised he wouldn't make the same mistake his Papa did and leave her, as much as he wanted to be with her Mama. As tired as he was of wandering through the haunted ballrooms and cemetery parties every night hoping to find her in the crowd of spirits let in by his father before him.

"Pretty soon thirteen years had gone by and you know what they say about the number thirteen, non? He was always there in the shadows, I think, but for some reason, Death himself waited that long to take the girl and her father. I suppose to make sure they'd never leave and well..here we are, to this day."

She smiled sheepishly, as if she were an ordinary little girl telling an ordinary little story. Only for a moment though, before she took on that serious glower again. "I know it's a little trite to say 'beware' at the end, but believe me when I say that there's something here...something that doesn't just want to scare people like the others, something that's hungry."

[luvneedsnosyt]

My Favorite Albums of November 2020

Here’s my monthly list of albums released in October I was feeling, and some other discoveries made during the month.

Previous Month’s Lists: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October

You can find my list of my favorite albums of 2020 halfway through the year here

Best

Aesop Rock - Spirit World Field Guild Genre: Indie Hip Hop

Proof: Boot Soup / Kodokushi

BENEE - Hey u x Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Sheesh (Feat. Grimes) / Supalonely (Feat. Gus Dapperton)

BOSCO - Car Therapy EP Genre: R&B / neo-Soul

Proof: Greenlight (Feat. Dana WIlliams) / Changes

Bree Runway - 2000AND4EVA [Mixtape] Genre: Hip Hop / R&B

Proof: ATM (Feat. Missy Elliott) / Damn Daniel (w/ Yung Baby Tate)

Far Out - Beyond The Horizon EP Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Focus (Feat. Heather Sommer) / Wherever We Are (Feat. Monika Santucci)

glaive - cypress grove EP Genre: Indie pop / Alternative

Proof: astrid / hey hi hyd

GRACEY - The Art Of Closure Genre: Synth Pop

Proof: Empty Love (w/ Ruel) / Like That (w/ Alexander 23)

Kacy Hill - Just Circling Back Here: Is It Selfish If I Talk About Me Again (Remixes) Genre: Synth Pop

Proof: Six (Umru Remix) / Porsche (Banoffee Remix)

Kali Uchis - Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otris Demonios)∞ Genre: R&B / Soul / Latin

Proof: fue mejor (w/ PARTYNEXTDOOR) / telepatía

Kylie Minogue - DISCO Genre: Pop / House / Dance

Proof: Magic / Till You Love Somebody

Lastlings - First Contact Genre: Electronic / Future Bass / Dance

Proof: Deja Vu / No Time

Little Mix - Confetti Genre: Pop

Proof: Sweet Melody / Nothing But My Feelings

Megan Thee Stallion - Good News Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Circles / Savage Remix (Feat. Beyoncé)

Meg Myers - I’d Like 2 Go Home Now EP // Thank You For Taking Me 2 The Disco EP Genre: Rock / Alternative

Proof: True Liars / Sweet Liar // Any Way You Wanna Love / i hope you cry (w/ morgxn)

Reptaliens - Wrestling EP Genre: Synth Pop

Proof: Taking / Just A Creature

Russ - CHOMP EP Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Inside Job (Feat. DJ Premier) / Momentum (Feat. Benny the Butcher & Black Thought)

SAINt JHN - While The World Was Burning [Mixtape] Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Back On The Ledge / Roses (Imanbek Remix)

Sam Feldt - Home Sweet Home EP Genre: Electronic / Tropical House / Dance

Proof: Home Sweet Home (Feat. ALMA & Digital Farm Animals) / The Best Days (Feat. Tabitha)

Savannah Ré - Opia Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: Love Me Back / Sacred

Various Artists - Ophelia Presents: Advent, Vol. 2 Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Napa Cabbage - Stars (Feat. Alye) / KEPIK & Nick Ledesma - New Horizon (Feat. Luma)

Viji - Are You In My Head EP Genre: Indie Rock

Proof: Unfair / Ghost Song

xylø - Outsiders Club EP Genre: Synth Pop

Alone / Chlorine

Bonus

Some catch up and deluxe edition albums released

Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God (The Deluxe Edition) Genre: Hip Hop Released November 2020 Originally Released October 2020

Proof: Calm Down (Feat. Eminem) / Blow A Million Racks

Chromeo - Quarantine Casanova (The Seoul Remixes) Genre: Funk / Electronic / Dance Released October 2020

Proof: Clorox Wipe (Glen Check Remix) / Stay in Bed (And Do Nothing) [SUMIN Remix]

Jack Garratt - Love, Death & Dancing (Vol. 5 Reworks) EP Genre: Pop / R&B / Electronic Released October 2020

Proof: Better (rework) / Circles (rework)

Kevin Ross - Audacity Vol. 2 EP Genre: R&B / Soul Released August 2020

Proof: Everybody Here Wants You (w/ Canjelae) / Salvation

Lecrae - Restoration: The Deluxe Album Genre: Christian Hip Hop Released November 2020 Originally Released August

Proof: Come Thru Jesus / Deep End (Remix) Feat Rapsody

PVRIS - Use Me (Deluxe) Genre: Indie Rock / Synth Pop / Alternative Released August 2020

Proof: Thank You (Feat RAYE) / Use Me (Mija Remix) Feat. 070 Shake

Others

Agent Sasco (Assassin) - Sasco vs Assassin EP, Birdy - Piano Sketches EP, DaBaby - My Brother’s Keeper (Long Live G), Hausky - Slow EP, Foogiano - Gutta Baby,  French Montana - CB5, Future & Lil Uzi Vert - Pluto x Baby Pluto,   Jeezy - The Recession 2, Juicy J - THE HUSTLE CONTINUES, Mae Muller - no one else, not even you EP, Miley Cyrus - Plastic Heart, Mitch - Better For You, Nicolay - Lights In The Sky EP, Nicolay - Never Stand Still EP, Omah Lay - What Have We Done EP, Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Nobody Safe, Smashing Pumpkins - CYR, 2 Chainz - So Help Me God! (November)

[onestowatch]

girl in red, Scarypoolparty, Sasha Sloan & More Artists You Should Listen To | #NowWatching

girl in red covers our playlist this week with the release of her new song “rue.” We also heard new music from Sasha Sloan, Payday, Scarypoolparty, Chloe Lilac, Emeryld, and more! Listen and subscribe to our playlist below.

girl in red  - “rue”

Sasha Sloan - “House With No Mirrors”

Scarypoolparty - “Return2Sender”

Chloe Lilac - “HERE’S YOUR SONG”

BIIANCO - “Eighteen”

Annika Bennett - “Sober Up”

X Lovers - “Too Fast”

Octavian, Gunna, SAINT JHN - “Famous”

Xavier Omar - “So Much More”

Emeryld - “Lessons”

GRACEY, Alexander 23 - “Like That”

Rence - “Strawberry Blonde”

Mothica - “Blue Hour”

Ruth B. - “Dirty Nikes”

Rachel Foxx - “Progress”

Zella Day - “Benny My Dear”

Giveon - “Untitled (How Does it Feel)”

Aluna, Kaytranada, Rema - “The Recipe”

SAYGRACE - “Feel Good”

Ricky Reed, Alessia Cara, John-Robert - “Fav Boy”

Payday - “Party”

Camp Blood - “Trap”

Terry Presume - “Don’t Play Yourself”

Carsen - “Losing My”

reggie - “Southside Fade”

Hans Williams - “Body on My Shoulders”

[locke-writes]

Masterlist

The requested rebloggable version of my masterlist under the cut.

Remember that my motto is “If I know it well enough I can write for it” so questions about fandoms and characters are always welcome. I write for movies, tv shows, plays, musicals, books, etc.

All Fics

Anastasia The Musical

Dimitry

Baby Driver

Baby

Buddy

Darling

Being Human (US)

Aidan Waite

Bishop

Josh Levison

Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Bill Preston

Ted Logan

Booksmart

Amy Antsler

Gigi

Molly Davidson

Tanner

The Breakfast Club

Andrew Clark

John Bender

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Amy Santiago

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

Terry Jeffords

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Cordelia Chase

Giles

Spike

Xander

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Frank Castle

Matt Murdock

DC Extended Universe

Arthur Curry

Barry Allen

Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn

Joker

Mera

Victor Stone

Disney

Christopher Robin

David Kawena

Diaval

Dory

Flynn Rider

Gaston

Lumiere

Maleficent

Moana

Nani Pelekai

Piglet

Prince Adam

Prince Philip

Wiggins

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Friends

Chandler Bing

Janice Litman

Joey Tribianni

Monica Gellar

Phoebe Buffay

Rachel Green

Ross Gellar

Fright Night (2011)

Charlie Brewster

Jerry Dandridge

Peter Vincent

Ghostbusters

Egon Spengler

Peter Venkman

Ray Stantz

Guardians of the Galaxy

Gamora

Peter Quill

Yondu

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Jason Mendoza

Michael

Tahani Al Jamil

Halt & Catch Fire

Joe MacMillan

Hannibal

Frederick Chilton

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Harry Potter

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lavender Brown

Lucius Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Marauders

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin

Ron Weasley

Severus Snape

Seamus Finnigan

Hateful Eight

Chris Mannix

Domergue Gang

Jody Domergue

Joe Gage

John Ruth

Pete Hicox

The Haunted Mansion

Edward Gracey

House MD

Gregory House

James Wilson

How I Met Your Mother

Barney Stinson

IT

The Losers Club

Bill Denbrough

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Dennis

Mac

Charlie

The IT Crowd

The IT Department

Roy

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant

Ian Malcolm

Jurassic World

Lowery Cruthers

Zara

Zia Rodriguez

The Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin

Harry Hart

Merlin

A Knight’s Tale

Chaucer

Count Adhemar

Wat

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Law & Order SVU

Amanda Rollins

George Huang

John Munch

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Rafael Barba

Rita Calhoun

Sonny Carisi

Lost Boys

David

The Vampire Clan

Lucifer

Chloe Decker

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen

Marvel

Ava Starr

Avengers Team

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Cable

Carol Danvers

Clint Barton

The Collector

Deadpool

Fandral

Hope Van Dyne

Johnny Storm

Loki

Nakia

Okoye

Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Pietro Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Susan Storm

Thor

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Vision

Yon Rogg

Wanda Maximoff

The Martian

Mark Watney

Rich Purnell

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

Merlin

Morgana Pendragon

Morgause

Uther

Mr Right

Francis

New Girl

Coach

Jessica Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

The Four Horsemen

Parks & Recreation

Andy Dwyer

Chris Traeger

Donna Meagle

Tom Haverford

Peter Pan (2003)

Peter Pan

Peaky Blinders

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Luca Changretta

Michael Gray

Polly Gray

Tommy Shelby

Phantom of the Opera

Erik

Princess Bride

Buttercup

Pretty In Pink

Duckie

Steff

Priest

Black Hat

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright

Martin Whitly

PS I Love You

William Gallagher

Pushing Daisies

Ned

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Graverobber

Luigi Largo

Rotti Largo

Reservoir Dogs

Freddy Newandyke

Mr White

Nice Guy Eddie

Vic Vega

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Baudelaire’s

Esme Squalor

Star Wars

Bodhi Rook

Cassian Andor

Darth Maul

Finn

Hux

Kylo Ren

Obi Wan

Poe Dameron

Qui Gon

Rey

Stranger Things

Eleven

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

That 70s Show

Donna Pinciotti

Fez

Michael Kelso

Steven Hyde

Three Musketeers (2011)

Aramis

Athos

D’artagnan

Porthos

Trainspotting

Renton

Trouble in the Heights

Nevada Ramirez

Watchmen

Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias 

Rorschach

Watchmen (Team)

What We Do In The Shadows

Nandor

Nadja

Will & Grace

Karen Walker

Will Truman

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Hank McCoy

Kurt Wagner

Victor Creed

Wolverine

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The Greatest Showman

The Greatest Showman was released in 2017 and is a musical movie directed by Michael Gracey in his directoral debut. 

The film stars Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron, Michelle Williams and Rebecca Furguson. 

It is based on the true story of P.T Barnum’s creation of the circus and the lives of its stars, it went onto become the fifth highest grossing musical of all time.

There is still alot of hype surrounding this movie and it’s soundtrack, it was released in December of last year and at this point is still holding audiences in cinema’s and doesn’t quite show signs of stopping yet. 

This movie is a mixed bag for me, on one side i think that Jackman gives a fantastic performance, its a performance i did not expect to see him give since we saw him in Logan and this is a very “camp” role for him to play compared to his character Wolverine in the X-Men universe. 

Zac Efron’s performance was tolerable, i’ve always disliked him mainly due to his connection with the utterly atrocious and annoying high school musical series, here he is the less investable character, he just has that over the top feel to him that i don’t buy.

Another issue i have with the film is the score, it really feels out of place, there is a heavy use of pop formula used in the song writing, there is a-lot of autotune and some bad dubbing used in the film here and there. i was expecting a soundtrack along the same lines as Sweeney Todd which i found a much more convincing musical. 

However i really enjoyed the story of this film, it’s the story that kept me motivated to continue watching, i liked the coming of age side and the “built it from nothing” plot that we see used alot in movies like this. 

The editing is fantastic, the physical sets look good but i am not all that impressed with the CGI used here, especially the animals we see.

I did wish for it go darker at times, there is a chunk of the movie that leads you to believe that something big is about to happen and it falls flat, which really makes that whole part of the story a little pointless.

★★★½ As far as musicals go, this is definitely one of the better ones but does have its flaws with it’s score and casting choices. 

[seriously-nobody]

The Ghost In My Heart

Pt.4

Warnings: romance, angst, death, canon character death, suicide, grief, and sad vibes again, sorry broskis

Preface: I'm sure you know what's about to go down, I just hope you're prepared for it. At the end of this part there are 2 links, 1 to a good ending that messes with the canon timeline, and 1 to a bad ending that keeps up the canon timeline, but at a cost. So choose as you wish, and I hope you enjoy part 5 and the end of The Ghost In My Heart.

You sleep dreamlessly all through the night. Until dawn breaks and your eyelids are greeted by the morning sun. You open your eyes and pick your head up off the pillow, your neck and back ache from the position you slept in. As the events of the night come rushing back to you, your head throbs with the pain of the after effects of the laudanum and you hold your head and try to stand. You rush out into the hall, “William! Madame Leota!” you yell down the hallway, but no one answers, and the servants and maids are nowhere to be found. Fearing for the worst you sprint as fast your legs can take you down the stairs and into the foyer. “William!” you shout into the foyer, still begging, hoping, pleading, for an answer. “Y/n? What is it? What are you shouting about?” You hear William say stepping out of the living room. “Oh William, I'm so glad to see you.” You say relieved, walking over to him. “Are you alright, my dear?” He says, concerned. William hadn’t called anyone a pet name since Eleanor, so you became suspicious of him. “I am for now. Where is Madame Leota?” you ask. “She’s in the garden, why?” He questions back. “Oh nothing, just a bad dream I suppose.” You say. “Well I’m glad to see you’re back in good health, darling.” He beams like you haven’t seen him do in a while and he hooks his arm under yours and guides you down the hall. “In a merry mood today, William?” You ask, still keeping up a smiling facade. “Why of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m with my love!” He says cheerily looking down at you. You stop dead in your tracks and you drop your facade. “I knew it.” you pull away and glare daggers at him. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He says tilting his head. You pull out your safety dagger from your boot and point it right between his eyes. “Get. Out. Now.” You demand. The fake William laughs maniacally, his voice down pitches and becomes a mist. You hold your dagger true as the hatbox ghost materializes out of the mist, clapping. “My what a performance from both the lead and love interest. What gave it away? Oh, I know what it was, it’s that William never loved you.” He taunts. “What did you do to William and Madame Leota?” you demand. “Nothing they didn’t ask for.” He scoffs. “Where are they?” you keep your sternness. “Well where did you last leave them?” He questions back. You think for a moment and realize he’s too stubborn to tell you directly. So you start with his clue and head for the seance room. “Call for me when you need me.” He says, dematerializing.

You open the portrait to the seance room and see no one there but Madame Leota’s crystal ball, but it’s all clouded over. You hope that she got out like it seems the maids and servants did. You walked out to the living room, but no one was there. Getting frustrated, you walk to the dining room. Low and behold, on the floor, there William lays. “No, no, no, William.” You begin to cry, rushing to his side. You see the arsenic bottle on the floor and then pick up the letter that was beside him. It reads that he spoke with Eleanor and that they’ll be reunited in death if they could not be in life. “Aww what a sad sight to behold.” You hear the hatbox ghost’s voice sound beside you. You look over and whip out your dagger again at him. “I don’t think that dagger can help you now.” He says bemused. Your arm goes limp, and you cry over William’s body. “You know, I could help you.” He says, stepping closer to you. “How?” You sniffle. “I can trade your souls. He gets to come back to life, and you get to die knowing he’s alive again.” He says cunningly. You think about it for a moment. “You could really do that?” You ask. “Well of course. Quite simple, really. Maybe he’ll finally realize you loved him.” He says, trying to sweeten the deal. “Then I’ll do it. Not for my own sake. But so that he can live and have a happy life. It doesn’t matter if he knows I loved him. I would do anything for him so that he may be happy.” You say gently, running a hand over his arm. "It's quite a dangerous process I must warn." He says. "Danger has never stopped me before, and it won't be stopping me now." You say still watching over William's lifeless body in your arms. “Then I just need one thing from you.” the ghost says, and you look over to him. “Drink the arsenic, and once you have crossed over, I can put his soul back in his body. I'll be waiting for you on the other side.” He says confidently and dematerializes. You reach for the arsenic, looking down at William’s body once more. “I hope you can live to see better days than I could have ever hoped to make for you. But for me, it's on to the next great adventure. In the great beyond. ” You say shedding one final tear and downing the rest of the arsenic. You lay down beside William and fall asleep, letting the arsenic take hold of your mortality.

For Better: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906125773307904/for-better?source=share

Or

For Worse: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728906131563479040/for-worse?source=share

[seriously-nobody]

The Ghost In My Heart

Warnings: romance and impending doom

Preface: Welcome foolish mortals to part 1 of The Ghost In My Heart. I hope you enjoy your night with the Graceys as much as I enjoyed writing it.

You were fairly new to New Orleans when you got a letter one morning, inviting you to a housewarming party for that evening. The address was about an hour's ride northwest of your chateau. As you arrive that night, you take in the beautiful view of Gracey Manor, handing off your horse to a stable boy and walking through the doors.

Your ears are greeted with banter and laughter, with music drifting through the air. There to greet you as well is a tall man with dark hair and quite the mustache wearing a red vest and a tan overcoat with a white cravat. Next to him stands a woman in a long plum colored silk dress with a pair of black gloves, her hair done up in a curly bun with 2 locks in front of her ears. “Good evening and welcome to Gracey Manor! We’re so glad you could make it. This is my husband William Gracey and I’m Eleanor Gracey,” she puts her hand out. “I’m y/n l/n.” you gently accept her welcome. “Ah I hear you’re also new to the area. How has the bayou treated you so far?” William inquires. “Well it has been quite the adventure I must say. The untamed wilderness here is remarkable.” “And remarkably dangerous.” William says. “Indeed it is, but it’s all in the name of exploring the unknown and the heart of adventure.” he sighs with a smile and nods his head. “You simply must tell us more about your daring adventures here, I’m sure you have some stories to tell so far.” Eleanor remarks while guiding you into the living room and taking 2 cherry brandies from a servant’s tray and handing one over to you. “Well I suppose I do,” You tell the Graceys about your journey from your place of origin to New Orleans and your few but exciting adventures while living there.

The night continued on pleasantly getting to know the Graceys and some of the other local aristocrats. Not that many of them interest you that much, they all seem to be the same, stuck in their class, aristocrats you saw back home. The Graceys were different though, they had a feel of genuine care to them than the others didn't and it was a much appreciated breath of fresh air that you needed from high society.

As you finish off your brandy the song that was playing ends and another more upbeat song begins. Eleanor gasps and takes you and William by the hand. “Oh, I love this song, we must dance!” Eleanor exclaims. “Surely you know how to dance.” William says “Of course. I was a fine dancer back home.” you reply, and she whisks you and Wiliam to the dance floor. Everyone on the dance floor forms a circle and begins to trade places with their dance partners and then eventually trading dance partners. When the song is nearing its end and you feel you are about to drop, you trade dance partners one final time and come face to face with William. He beams at seeing you again, you do the same, and you both skip to the music and time seems to slow. You feel his soft hand in yours and your pulse matches the tempo of the song. You feel this moment could last forever. Then the music stops, pulling you back down to reality. You both bow and the audience applauds. Eleanor returns to William’s side and is practically glowing. You giggle at her appearance. "My it looks like you had a wonderful time." “I love that song and dance, it’s one of my favorites.” she smiles back at you. “It was quite fun indeed.” you reply.

The night winds down for the evening so you step outside onto the front porch with your last brandy, taking in the cool autumn night air as you watch the waxing moon illuminate the landscape before you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” William’s voice sounded behind you. “Very much so.” you reply. “This house, this land, I’ve traveled to many places and seen so many estates, but none I’ve wanted to settle more than here.” “I couldn’t agree more.” You both stood comfortably in silence for a minute just looking out into the night. “I’d like to say I greatly enjoyed your company tonight. I hope you can return soon. Maybe for a picnic sometime. I’m sure Eleanor would agree.” William asked gently. “I’ll be away for some time, I have some business to attend to in Kentucky, but I’ll return in 3 weeks' time.” “Then I shall see you then.” William smiles warmly at you and walks back inside. You take a breath and summon the stable boy for your horse. You mount your steed and head back to your chateau, your path lit by the milk-light of the moon.

Pt.2: https://www.tumblr.com/seriously-nobody/728234645121024000/the-ghost-in-my-heart?source=share

[seriously-nobody]

For Better

The Good Ending

Warnings: romance, canon timeline divergence, hurt/comfort

You feel your mortality slip away and your ghost enters the boundless realm of the supernatural. You awaken in the dining room but everything above you looks different. Everything is a dark blue hue with the fire in the fireplace burning bright purple. You sit up and look down at your hands that are now slightly translucent like you're fading in and out between worlds. "Y/n…" you hear a familiar voice say beside you. You look over to see William holding up a lantern, overjoyed you get up and rush over to him. "William! You get to go back!" You say excitedly. "No… he tricked you…" he says, welling up. Your face falls and you feel your knees go weak with dread. "N-no, he said he'd trade my life for yours." You say. "He can't do that. He lied to you. I'm so sorry." He says. "No. I refuse. I'm going to go find him and beat his a-" You say beginning to storm out but William catches your arm.

You look back at him confused. "You really tried to trade your life for mine?" He asks. "Of course. You deserve to live out the rest of your life, in hopes of better days." You say. His eyes welled up with tears. "A-All you said to him. How much you care for me. I never knew. I never thought-" He chokes out between sobs. "Oh William, please don't cry." You gently bring him into an embrace, smoothing circles over his back. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" He sniffles still embraced. "I didn't want to ruin what we had just for my own gain. You loved Eleanor and I respected that, so I stayed silent. I did what little things I could to try to make you happy." You say skittishly. "I never knew, yet it was right before my very eyes all this time. You were there for me and for Eleanor when she passed, you nursed me back to health after her passing, and you even tried to bring her back to me." He realizes and steps back from the embrace. "I never intended this to happen," You say now choking up. "I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I wish I had seen the signs before. But now you're dead, and it's all my fault." You say, now fully crying and bowing your head away from William's gaze.

He reaches down cupping your cheek and tilts your head up to him. "I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen. You only wanted the best for me, I know that now. Besides, it isn't just me who is dead. At least we have each other in this life hereafter." He says gazing into your now glassy eyes. You sniffle and smile, putting your hand over his, on your cheek. "I love you, y/n." He says, and your face falls. "A-are you quite sure? What about Eleanor?" You ask worriedly. "I've grieved Eleanor for long enough, it's time I let her go. She wouldn't have wanted me to grieve for her for so long. She would've wanted me to remember who I have." He says and leans his head down and kisses you square on the lips. "So, yes." He says. You look at him in shock for a moment, taking in what just happened. "I love you too William." You beam at him. Then you embrace him once more and he embraces you back, both of you crying, happily this time. He leans his head up and you do the same, you lean in to kiss him and he accepts. He leans his forehead on yours and you both stay like that for a while. Sitting comfortably, in the silence.

Then you hear the organ begin to play, and you look to the end of the room to find a ghost playing the pipe organ. William gives you a mischievous smirk. "Would you care to dance?" He asks. "I would love to." You say. He holds your hand, and you begin to waltz to the song. As the song goes on, more ghost couples begin to do the same around you. You hold William close and hope the song never ends.

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[seriously-nobody]

For Worse

The Bad Ending

Warnings: romance, very depressing vibes, angst, hurt no comfort, ghost dementia

You awaken in a strange but familiar scene. You're in the dining room, but everything seems a little different. You feel different too, your body glows light blue and you can see your heart through your ribcage, it glows a pinkish red and the sound of each beat fills the room. You get up off the floor and look around the room. You don't remember why you’re here but you feel like it has something to do with someone named William. You grab a lit candle stick from a candelabra to light your way through the strange and the dark. "William?" You call out into the empty room and start to walk out into the hall. You pass by portraits that change and morph before your very eyes, but you keep walking, trying desperately to find him. "William?" You call out again, still nowhere to be found. Ghosts floats by, looking at you sadly, knowing your fate. You keep walking until you find you're back in the dining room, but there are more ghosts here than last time. But still no William. You lean back against the wall near the organ and a flapper ghost looks at your sorrowful expression and gives you a knowing look. "Don't remember why you’re here right?" She asks. "No, but I know it has something to do with William." You say. "Doubt you'll find him here. But you might try looking up there." She says pointing to the catwalk above.

You heed her advice and go upstairs, it feels like you walk through endless hallways until you find a familiar door. It has an odd looking animal head carved into the center of the door and the handle bared much resemblance to a serpent of sorts. You open it and it all feels very familiar but you don't know why. The ruffled red curtains were drawn open but no light shown through. You try so hard to remember why this room is so familiar but your mind doesn't let you. You hear the door creak behind and you turn around to a familiar apparition holding a bright lantern. There to greet you is a tall man with dark hair and a well kept mustache. He's wearing a gray vest and a black overcoat with a black bow tie. "Hello, who are you?" You ask. "I'm Master Gracey. Who are you?" He responded but it didn't ring any bells. "I'm y/n l/n. I was looking for William but I can't seem to find him." You say and he doesn't seem to recognize your name either. "I'm looking for Eleanor. Have you seen her?" He asks. "No, I don't think so. But if I find her I'll tell her you're looking for her." You say. "That would be very helpful. If I find William I'll do the same." He says. "Thank you." You say and he walks through the wall to your right, still looking for Eleanor. You look back at the bed and remember you're looking for someone. Someone named William. You go back out into the hall, "William?" You call out into the hall, but no one answers. You and William wander the mansion for years, every so often running into each other and feeling a sense of familiarity but you both don't know how and the interaction is forgotten immediately after, every single time.

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[seriously-nobody]

I'm so glad The Ghost In My Heart is completed so I can finally clown on my writing and how I wrote the mc. Spoilers below the cut

Rest in peace y/n, u would've loved the S.E.A

[seriously-nobody]

Love's Dark Afflictions

Chapter 1

Warnings: Romance

Preface: I'm so sorry this is being posted so late here, I recently took a trip to Disney World and I didn't take my laptop with me so I couldn't post this. But without further ado, plz enjoy chapter 2.

You sleep heavily all through the night, not disturbed by a single thing. Until dawn breaks and the morning rays burn your eyelids awake. You slowly stretch in place and sit up. Your eyes falling on the fist sized hole in the wall and the events of last night come rushing back to you and you groan at your poor decisions. “Good morning~” Alistair says, materializing in the corner of your room. “Alistair…” You blush and glare at him with sleepy eyes, you could tell your saying his name gave him a bit of joy as well. “Aww, unhappy to see me? Your bright red ears tell a different story.” He taunts. “What did you do to William and Madame Leota while I was asleep.” You confront him. “Nothing at all. I was here the whole night.” He says. You raise a brow, not quite believing him. “You were in my room the whole night? Just watching me sleep?” You say, suspicious of him. “Merely watching over you. So no one would disturb your slumber.” He says and for some reason you trust him. "What did you do to me while I slept?" You ask, almost afraid of the answer. "Nothing but watching your breathing." He says. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sigh. "Ugh, why haven't you just killed me already?" You ask, dragging your hand down your face. "If you would really like to know, I think killing you would be such a waste of your potential. Not to mention I like you." He says smirking at you and leaning on his cane nonchalantly. Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, but you tried to hide it as best you could. You slide out of bed and walk over to your closet to change. “Don’t even think about it.” You say to Alistair from behind a privacy screen. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He says, rolling his eyes. While undressing you find the blood-stained handkerchief in your waist coat, and it sends a chill up your spine to remember what you had done. Unsure of what to do with it, you open your undergarment drawer and pull up the false bottom where you store your double-barreled flintlock pistol and its effects. You set it gently next to it and put the false bottom back in place, ruffling the clothes around to hide it again. After you’re done dressing you walk out and over to the door, but before you open it you remember you have a particularly dangerous ghost following you around at the moment. You turn to him and look him up and down. “If you are going to be following me around all day, do you at least mind dematerializing, so the others don’t become… suspicious?” You ask. “Alright, if you insist.” He says and vanishes. You sigh a breath of relief and open the door and walk out into the hall. 

You walk down to the dining room for breakfast. William and Madame Leota are already there sipping tea. William is the first to notice you had entered the room. "Good morning y/n… are you feeling better this morning?” William asks gently as you sit down with your tea. “Alright I suppose.” You say rubbing one of your eyes. You pick up your cup and hear his laugh. Your eyes dart to William and Madame Leota but it doesn’t seem like they heard it and you continue drinking your tea. “Your little incident with the servant last night got them thinking.” He cackles in your ear. William looks over to Madame Leota. “We’re worried about you, dear.” Madame Leota says putting down her cup of tea. “Whatever for?” You inquire, tilting your head. “Your… outburst, last night, with the servant.” William said, looking down into his cup on the table. “I only needed some sleep, that’s all. I promise I feel much better.” You reassure them. “We… We would like for you to sit out on the seance tonight.” William says, wincing, waiting for your response. “Oh, that must hurt. It seems they’re kicking you out.” Alistair says to you. “You want me to sit out of a seance?” You ask. “Just this once, is all we ask. We want you to rest is all. A seance a night is not for the faint of heart.” Madame Leota says. “Faint of heart? What excuse is that to make? They don’t trust you. And how could they not trust you? After all you’ve done for them?” Alistair says, purposefully jostling you. “I’m not faint of heart; I can take it. You just don’t trust me.” You say through gritted teeth, making Alistair giggle. “We trust you; we do. However, I think under certain circumstances, our minds can… falter.” Madame Leota tries to put it gently. “My, they’ve gone so far to even call you insane.” Alistair points out. Anger and frustration building in you. “Fine. I’ll sit out tonight.” You say standing and walking to the door. “Don’t expect me for dinner either, I’ll be bedridden with melancholia.” You say, throwing a wave over your shoulder and walk out to the foyer. 

In the foyer is a maid replacing some flowers in a vase. "Oh! Good morning y/n, are you alright this morning?" They ask politely. "Quite alright. Why is there something wrong?" You ask. "You look possessed." Alistair laughs at you. "Oh nothing. Just looks like you could use a cuppa." They say. "Ugh, we should kill them, they annoy me." Alistair groans and it sparks an idea in you. You had also remembered you only had a few sips of your tea before storming out of the dining room. "I could actually go for a coffee and toast if you don't mind. Need something a little stronger to wake me up. I'll be in the garden." You say walking away. "Alright, I'll be there in a tick." The maid says heading for the kitchen. "That was odd… what are you scheming?" Alistair asks intrigued. You wait a moment until you're outside to answer.

"You'll just have to wait and see." You say under your breath. Alistair gasps "Are you really going to kill them?" He asks enthusiastically. "I don't know yet. William and Madame Leota think I'm insane, and why shouldn't I be. With all their seances night after night. Who wouldn't lose their head after a year of dealing with so many ghosts." You say in a hoarse whisper, shifting your eyes to see if anyone's watching and sit down at the table. "Ah, now things are getting interesting." Alistair says. You hear the double doors open and close and you sit up straight. "Your coffee." The maid says setting it down on the table. "Thank you. I'm sorry what was your name again." You ask with a sickly sweet, fake smile on your face. "Florence, Florence Huet." They say back to you with the most adorable smile. "Well, thank you Florence. Do you mind joining me for a moment." You ask. "I don't mind at all." They say and sit down across from you. “Say, Florence, do you prefer to travel by horse or carriage?” you say and take a sip of your coffee. They think about it for a moment, folding their hands in their lap. “Hmm, I’d have to say by horse is the best for short distances, but by carriage for longer distances.” they answer looking over to you for approval and you grant them the kindness of a smile, albeit a fake one. You take a bite of your toast and it gives you the worst idea. “I have to agree. Do you know the grist mill bakery on the river about a few hours' ride east from here?” You ask curiously. “Yes, that’s Mrs. Moonie’s bakery. Did Master Gracey need some of those pastries he likes?” They ask, going perfectly along with your half baked plan. “Yes, just the usual order if you could," you say, and remember the time. "And we need them by tomorrow morning.” You say picking up your coffee and shifting your eyes over to them. “Oh goodness. Was the inventory that low already? I suppose I forgot to check. I’ll have to start out now to get back in time tonight. You’ll have to excuse me.” they say and stand up. “Oh, of course darling. I just thought you knew already, I’m sorry. But please, go ahead.” You say dismissing them and they briskly rush back inside. “My, you are good at this!” Alistair says. You smile devilishly and hold your cup of coffee up to your mouth so no one sees you speaking to yourself. “They call me untrustworthy and insane. Then I’ll give them what they want.” You say into your cup. "My how I love this new side of you.” he says and you feel his finger drag up your spine and you jump and shiver almost spilling your coffee. He laughs infectiously at your reaction. “Not. Now. Alistair.” You grit your teeth trying not to smile. “Aww, let me have a bit of fun won’t you.” he pouts. “You’ll have fun later. Now I must get ready to follow that maid.” You say drinking down the rest of your coffee and finishing your toast. You walk back inside and find the maid reading down her list of pastries in the foyer. “Ah, Florence, just who I wanted to see.” You say walking up to them. They look from their list at you. “Oh hello again.” They respond. “I’ll be riding out with you. I’ve heard some terrible stories of highway robbery recently. Strength in numbers and all that. Since you’re riding out this late you’ll be riding back in the dark as well, making it even more dangerous.” You say. “Oh how kind of you to protect me.” They say oh so sweetly. “Of course.” You say and go to your room to get your things. 

As soon as you shut the door Alistair materializes while your back is turned to shut the door. As soon as you turn around his face is mere inches away from yours. “Damn it Alistair.” you gasp and fall back against the door. You can’t help but begin to blush bright red at his closeness. He brings his hand up to your face and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek. “You are a sight to behold, my dear.” He says. “C-can I get my things please.” You say looking away. “You said I could have fun later.” He says keeping his hand on your cheek. “I don’t have much time, Alistair please.” You say squirming against the door at your back. “Fine.” Alistair huffs and lets you go. You move over to your closet and open some drawers. You take out the false bottom of your undergarment drawer and pull out your double barreled flintlock pistol, the powder flask, and the lead shot. From another drawer you take a sheathed dagger, an oil flask, a pocket lighter, and a large leather bag. You walk out from behind the privacy screen, arms full of the items. “You had those dangerous things in here all this time?” Alistair questions. “I lost my chateau after paying Madame Leota her dues. I had to move the majority of my belongings here.” You say loading the bag with the weapons. “Now all I need is a rope. I can get that from the stable boy. Say it’s to tie this bag to the sattle.” You think aloud. Then you go over to your closet to get some clothes you don’t mind tossing out once the deed is done. You find just what you need and a black cloak you never liked very much because of its weight and you never really used it for anything anyway. You stuffed it in the bag and put the sheathed dagger in your boot and attached your spurs with haste, and moved toward the door. "You are allowed to follow me, but you can't materialize until I say so, is that clear?" You say sternly at Alistair, who had busied himself with looking at the books on your bookshelf. “As crystal, darling.” He says, studying your collection. “What’s caught your eye?” You ask curiously. “You have an interesting collection, that's all.” He says, still scanning the spines. You walk up behind him to look over his shoulder at what he’s looking at and he seems to be looking at a particular section of books, they were the books you found when looking for different ways of summoning ghosts. “Those probably aren’t of any interest to you.” You say looking up at an upper shelf. “Books and reading bore me anyway. I find people who read to be either a bore or conniving, and neither should be trusted. It was just the subject matter that piqued my interest.” he says, leaning against you, putting his head on your shoulder. “I wouldn’t call myself an avid reader, but I wouldn’t call myself a bore either.” You say, trying not to seem flustered and taking a book from a higher shelf, the cover was a deep red with the title painted in gold, the title read “Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus”. You put it in your bag with the rest of your belongings. “You’re taking a book to kill someone?” He questions picking his head up. “It’s a long trip and it may take a while for the sun to go down before I may proceed.” You say, closing up the bag and gently nudging him off you, and walking back to the door. “Suit yourself, bookworm.” He says, shrugging his shoulders and dematerializing. You step out into the hallway and walk downstairs.

 You make your way down to the foyer and call a servant for your hunting shotgun. You then walk out to the courtyard where the stable boy is preparing your horse. “Stable boy, where would I find a length of rope?” you ask, walking down the steps of the mansion. “Just in the stables. I could get some if you’d like.” they say tightening the saddle. “It’s quite alright, thank you.” You say, giving a wave and heading into the stables. In the stables you find just the length of rope you need, and lying in the hay beside it is a beautiful hatchet, just the size that would fit in your bag. “Now that’s just too tempting.” Alistair says in your ear. You look between the hatchet and your back. “Hell, why not.” You say under your breath with a wicked grin, and place the hatchet in your bag. You walk back out to the courtyard with the rope on your arm and tie your bag to the saddle next to a lantern the stable boy tied on for your ride back. Florence checks for anything out of place. “Everything in order?” You ask. “Seems everything is here. Except, did you forget your riding hat?” they ask. “Afraid to get a little blood on you?” Alistair giggles. “Oh, I suppose I did, but it’s alright, I’ll be fine without it.” You say. “I suppose we’re off then.” They say and you spur your horse onward.

Chapter 3

[seriously-nobody]

Love's Dark Afflictions

Chapter 3

Warnings: Romance, blood, mention of death, mention of murder, optional smut

Preface: Ready for your performance? Hope you can keep it together...

You ride back to the mansion as quickly as possible, to not lose too much blood on your ride back. You gallop through the gates at full speed, preparing for your performance in your mind. You quickly think of something sad like a puppy getting run down by a carriage so that tears stream down your face. You approach the front doors of the mansion, where the stable boy stands on the porch, and you skid to a halt. Gripping your bad leg with burning tears in your eyes you swing your leg over and cry out. Your leg, from your hip to your knee, is now soaked in your blood… mostly. "Get William and Madame Leota!" You shout to the stable boy, who takes one look at your leg and turns pale. "Yes, right away." They say, opening the doors to the mansion and telling a servant to fetch them. You slide down gently off your horse and grit your teeth in pain as your weight shifts onto your wounded leg. The stable boy helps you limp into the foyer where William and Madame Leota meet you.

"Oh my!" Madame Leota gasps at your wounds. "What happened to you? Where's the maid that went with you?" William rushes to your side to hold you up. "Highway robbers stopped us and took us off the north east road." You squeak out. "Florence and I tried to stop them when they advised us not to fight back, but they took my shotgun before I could reach it." You think back to your cuts and Florence’s wounds. "They tried to cut my throat to stop me from calling for help but I fought back as much as I could. They stabbed my leg and watched me bleed with their piercing green eyes. I told Florence to run while they had the chance." You well up for effect. "But, they- they shot them. They shot them in the legs so they couldn't escape. I had the chance to while they were down-" You break your voice and break down into sobs. Madame Leota covers her mouth in shock and William holds you closer to him. "I'm a coward for running. I should've stayed. I could've saved them." You cry, tucking your head into William's shoulder. "You did what you could." Madame Leota says sorrowfully. "I'm glad you're alive." William says and pets your head. You remember your injury and groan in pain. "You need medical treatment for a wound like that." Madame Leota points out. "It's alright, I can bandage it here." You say wincing. "We can alert the authorities in the morning." William says, and you try hiding your fear with another sound of agony. "I can help clean and bind the wound," A deep voice says. A tall, lanky servant with an odd eye and long, thin, blonde hair, wearing a dark green overcoat with red cuffs steps forward. "If I may?" He asks, looking at you. "Yes, that'll be alright." You say, inhaling sharply as you stumble toward the servant, out of William’s arms. "Take care of them, please." William says to the servant as you limp, with his assistance, to the living room.

He helps you rest your tired body onto an ornate red fainting couch with gold framing. "I'll be back with a wash basin, a few towels, and some bandages. Do you think any wounds need stitching up?" He asks, and you remember how deep Alistair buried the dagger in your thigh. "I think it might need a few." You say looking down at your bloody leg. "May I take a look?" He asks and you nod, finally uncovering the wound from the handkerchief you had over it. "Yes, this definitely needs it. I'll fetch the sewing kit as well." He says and walks out to grab the supplies. You breathe a sigh of relief as soon as the double doors are closed behind him. Then, from behind you, you hear an applause. "You held quite the act. Your performance was remarkable really." Alistair says materializing behind your head. You tilt your head back against the arm of the chair and give him a sly smile. "Why thank you, Alistair." You say tilting your head slightly. He glides around to your side and looks at your bloody thigh. "Does it still hurt?" He asks curiously. "Not as much as I'm playing it up to be." You say truthfully. "May I?" He asks, reaching down to touch it and you nod. He lightly grazes his fingertips over the blood stained and torn fabric of your clothing. "Admiring your work?" You ask. "Just making sure I hit the right target." He says and you scrunch your nose. "You weren't sure before?" You slightly raise your voice. "For the most part." He says to get a rise out of you. "Why you-"

Optional smut scene

But you were cut off by the sound of a knock on the doors to the living room. Panic set in as your head whipped over to the door. "Y/n? I hope I didn't take too long," the servant says, opening the doors, giving Alistair a moment to quickly dematerialize before the servant could see. “We should kill him for this interruption.” Alistair hisses. You shiver at the thought of having even more blood on your hands, but you don't give in to your fantasies. "There's no alibi." You say under your breath enough for the servant not to hear from across the room. "Curse an alibi! I know you would love to just strangle that twig of a neck!” He says, the image tempts your mind with desire, but you must remember your situation.

Optional smut dialog ^same link, one box down^

“I don’t need to look any more suspicious or mad than I already do.” You say still under your breath. Alistair remained silent in frustration at your stubbornness. The servant pulls the cart full of supplies around once inside and pushes it over to you. "How are you feeling?" The servant asks, dipping a cloth into the water basin. "It still hurts quite a lot; I feel like I've lost a lot of blood." You whimper. The servant brings the cloth close to your face and you instinctively grab his wrist before he can touch you. You clear your throat and release your grip. "I'll clean the small cuts." You say and the servant frowns. "They really did a number on you." He gives you a concerned look. He moves down to your leg and looks to you for consent before touching you. You nod and let him dab away the blood that had caked around the wound. "I'm going to need a better look at the wound…" He trails off while still dabbing away. "You may cut around the fabric, I'll have it patched." You say and he gives you a nod.

After cleaning most of the blood from around the wound he pulls out the sewing kit. He pulls out a small pair of scissors and begins cutting the clothing around the wound. "Now that I can see it properly, this wound looks quite deep." He says wincing at it as if just looking at it pains him. "Yes the blade was buried to the hilt." You say, remembering the moment clearly in your mind. "I'm going to begin stitching you up, is that alright?" He asks, looking at you. "Yes." You say taking a deep breath, awaiting the pain to come. He turns back to the sewing kit pulling out a hooked needle and thread. You grit your teeth and watch as he punctures your irritated, torn skin and pulls the thread through. The servant notices you staring, "You don't have to watch if you don't want to." He says and you remember your facade. "I'm just making sure it's going well." You wince in pain. "Alright… Do you mind if I take your mind off it?" You give him a confused look. "We could talk about something else. It might help with the pain if you focus on other things." He reassures. You take a moment, then nod in response, and he smiles. "How was Mrs. Moonie? I haven't seen her in quite a while." He asks pleasantly. "She was well. She was very nice." You say, still too focused on the wound. The servant picks up on your tension and his shoulders slump a bit.

"Would you recount to me how the highway robbers stopped you and Florence? I know it may be painful to recount, but you might focus more on it than your wound." He says and you nod. "We left Mrs. Moonie's at sundown and after a while we got lost. We took a wrong turn somewhere, we went north east instead of east…" You trail off trying to remember the stunt you pulled. The servant looks up at you and notices your slip up but stays quiet. "Do you know who robbed you?" He asks. "No, they had coverings around their faces. The one that stabbed me had brown hair and blue eyes, but the rest were unrecognizable in the dark." You say confidently. You hadn't noticed that the servant had been done with your stitches for a little while now. He had kept you talking after your slip up to see if your alibi still held up. "Do you know where Florence's horse went?" He asks, still keeping your attention. "They dragged them down off the horse and let the horse go." You say. "And why did your horse stay?" He says, bringing you back. "My horse is very well trained and is desensitized to any disruptions." You say and look down at your leg. "If you could please finish bandaging this so that I may finally rest tonight, it would be much appreciated." You say letting your niceness fall away for a moment. The servant frowns in concern and wraps a bandage around the wound while you take a small damp cloth and clean the blood from your cuts that Alistair so lovingly gave you. "Thank you." You say and attempt to stand but you falter and the servant catches you. "I think you are going to need help getting back to your room." He says holding you up. "No. Please. This will help me regain my strength." You grunt. "Then I bid you goodnight." The servant says letting you limp your way out of the living room. His demeanor was still suspicious as he cleaned the blood soaked towels in the wash basin. Though you were none the wiser as you exited the room.

Chapter 5

[seriously-nobody]

Love's Dark Afflictions

Chapter 5

Warnings: Romance, fluff, mention of murder, 2 old timey swears

Preface: I do hate to leave you on this cruel cliffhanger, but I wanted to split this chapter up because of how lengthy it was getting. I hope you can forgive me. I'll be posting chapter 7 as soon as it's done so y'all don't have to hang on any longer.

You wake at the feeling of Alistair petting your head. “Y/n? Are you awake?” He coos softly. “No. Not yet.” You nuzzle your head into him and keep your eyes closed. “They’re looking for you, you know.” He keeps his soft tone. “Who is?” You ask looking up at him. “The maids and servants. They’ve been worried about you all morning.” Alistair says. “How do you know?” You ask curiously. “My servants have been relaying information to me.” He says. “Are they here now?” You glance around the room. “No, and you needn’t worry about them. They know to stay away from you. You are mine after all.” He says kissing your head. You notice the sun is high in the sky outside your window. “What time is it?” You ask. “Just struck noon.” He says, making your face fall. “Oh no. They probably talked to the police already.” You groan. “They did, yes. But we only have a problem with one of them.” He says nonchalantly. “Who?” you furrow your brows. “The blonde twig.” He says sweetly. Your mind races with ideas of how to end him quickly but sleep still clouds your mind. “I’ll worry about him later.” You give up and snuggle back up to Alistair, still thinking of your day ahead. 

A knock sounds on your bedroom door making you jolt up. “Mx. /Mr./ Ms. L/n?” A maid asks through the door. “Yes?!” You shout to the maid. “Are you alright?” You hear the maid begin to open the door and you look at Alistair pleading with him to dematerialize. He gives a huff and dematerializes before the maid has the door open. “Is there something wrong?” You get up quickly while the maid closes the door behind them. “Well, it’s just that it’s noon and-” The maid says as you rush, limping, behind your privacy screen. "My injury made it difficult to sleep last night, so I didn’t get much rest.” You say, tugging on new clothes for the day. “A-alright. Is there… anything you would like to have for- for lunch?” The maid stutters with fear in their voice. You peak out behind the screen to see them staring at your bookcase. The books are flying off the shelfs and onto the floor. Your palm lands on your forehead. “Yes, I’ll have a coffee and some of that lovely quiche that Julia makes if she doesn’t mind.” You say, trying to ignore Alistair’s nonsense. You duck back in and find an old crutch to help you walk. “They just made some this morning.” The maid says, staring at the bookcase as the glass doors swing open and closed. “Perfect!” You say hobbling out in your new attire. “Thank you so much for checking on me dear.” You walk over to the door, opening it and rushing the maid out of your room. You close the door and turn to the bookcase. “Alistair!” You say in a harsh whisper in case the maid is still listening. You hear a faint echoing laugh as a book goes flying past your head. You flinch out of the way and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’m going downstairs. Are you going to join me or not?” You ask tiredly. “Ugh I suppose.” Alistair says with a huff. “Thank you.” You sigh. You feel his arm snake around your waist, and he pecks your cheek with a smile. "You're welcome." You open the door and prepare yourself for the day.

You walk out into the hallway and smooth down your clothes, trying to appear as normal as possible. You dodder down the stairs carefully and finally make it to the dining room. “Y/n! Are you feeling alright?” William worries, setting down his book and cup of tea and beginning to stand up to help you to your seat. “As well as I can be, given the circumstances.” You gesture to your leg. He holds you up and pulls out your chair for you. “Thank you, William.” you pat his arm with a warm smile. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks. “No, no it’s alright. I should have a coffee and a bit of quiche here in a moment.” You say, and as if on cue, a servant brings out your lunch. “Here we are, thank you.” You say and the servant sets down your tray. “Where is Madame Leota?” You ask, taking a sip of your black, swirling, coffee. “She’s in the seance room. She said she was cleansing it from last night’s seance.” He says. “And how did it go?” You ask. “It went well.” he looks away. “Meaning?” You ask, still curious. “We summoned a ghost by the name of Erasmus Pickwick. I believe he’s taken a liking to swinging on the chandelier.” He points up and you see the chandelier swaying back and forth. “I suppose as long as he doesn’t cause it to come crashing down,” You say in a loud enough voice for Pickwick to hear and the chandelier momentarily halts its swaying. “Then it should be alright.”  You raise a brow and it swings again but only a little. “Anyway, how was the meeting with the police? Do they know who stopped us?” You ask curiously. “Yes, they said they found Florence’s horse a few miles from the scene on the same road. Its saddle had the initials of highway robber in it that’s been wreaking havoc on this area recently. His name is John Alexander.” William says. “Never heard of him. I’m glad they found out who did it. I hope they catch that bastard.” You say, gritting your teeth. “Me too.” William rests his hand on yours. 

The doors to the dining room open and you retract your hand. Madame Leota walks in gracefully. “Ah y/n. Just the person I wanted to see.” She says. She smells of burning sage as she passes by you to take a seat. “Nasty stuff.” Alistair coughs, but you quite like the smell. “I assume William informed you about our meeting with the authorities.” She says, and you nod, drinking down your coffee. “Good. How is your injury?” She asks. “Healing I hope.” You pick at your quiche. “I would like to join back in on the seances.” You say experimentally. “I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet.” Madame Leota looks at you sadly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately.” William looks at you concerned. “So that makes me incapable?” You retort. “No, quite the opposite. I think the spirits may take advantage of you and your grief.” Madame Leota says, grabbing your attention. “I just want things to go back to the way they were.” You say. “We just want you to rest.” William pleads. “One more night is all we ask.” Madame Leota says softly. “Fine.” You huff, cutting into your quiche. You finish half your quiche and excuse yourself. You didn’t feel like eating anyway. It just felt like a mundane task, and it bored you even though you were still hungry. 

You wander back to your room and begin cleaning up the books Alistair knocked over. You put them back in the bookcase and pick out the book you took to kill Florence, “Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus”. Leaving your crutch by the door you walk over to your sofa by the window and lay down on it, feeling relief. “You mortals get worn out so easily.” Alistair mocks you, materializing beside you. “Well, if someone hadn’t buried a dagger so far into my leg, it might’ve been different.” You jab, tilting your head to look at him. “You asked me to stab you-” He gets cut off by you pulling his jaw down to meet you in a kiss. “Just shut up and hold me.” You say. He shrugs and climbs on top of you, being careful not to hit your leg. He rests his head on your chest and wraps his arms around you. “Better?” He asks, kissing over your heart. “Much.” You say leaning your head back and opening your book above you. “Oh no. You’re reading.” Alistair groans. “Yes, I am.” You say. “Why?” He asks, almost disgusted. “Because it’s a good story.” You say, trying to stay focused. “Oh, really? Why is it so good?” He questions. “It’s about a scientist that brings life to a gargantuan, sewn together, corpse.” You say looking down at Alistair, and to your surprise he looks interested. “Hmm. Fine. That does sound… interesting.” He mutters. “Would you like me to read it to you?” You ask and it takes Alistair a second to process. “Yes…” he says cautiously. “Letter one, to Mrs. Saville, England. St. Petersburgh, December 11th, 17. You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.” You began. You read to Alistair until the sun was nearly set on the horizon. “We returned to our college on a Sunday afternoon: the peasants were dancing, and every one we met appeared gay and happy. My own spirits were high, and I bounded along with feelings of unbridled joy and hilarity.” You read aloud. “I think we must stop here for today. It’s almost time for the seance.” You say, closing the book. “And it was just getting intriguing.” He sighs, floating off of you. "We'll finish it later." You say, getting up and hobbling over to your crutch. "Madame Leota will most likely be smudging so you might want to keep at a distance." You tell Alistair as he glides over to you. "Ugh, I hate that hag and her damned sage." He grovels, dematerializing. You walk out the door and back down to the foyer where Madame Leota is smudging William. 

"Ah perfect timing as usual." Madame Leota says, turning her attention to you. "I'd like to cleanse you before this seance just in case a bad ghost gets out." She says. "Oh? Alright." You say and walk up to her. She waves the smoke of the burning sage over you and you hear Alistair coughing from the ceiling. "Now, William, let's begin." She says and turns back and enters the seance room, with William following. The portrait door shuts and you're left in the foyer. "Care for a gin?" A familiar deep voice sounds behind you. "How did you know?" You ask, turning around to see the servant that sewed up your wound last night. "Snap the twig's neck!" Alistair shouts in a raspy voice from coughing. You clear your throat, "I'll take a glass in the living room if you don't mind." You say heading into the living room. "He knows you did it. You mucked up your alibi, he knows!" Alistair warns as you take a seat. "Here you are." The servant says, handing you glass. "Thank you." You take it. The servant begins walking back but stops. "You know," he closes the doors to the living room. "I did have a few questions for you about last night." He says, and you hear a lock. 

Panic turning in your stomach you drink down your gin. "Oh? Do tell." You say, trying to cover the shake in your voice. "What did you say the eye color of the person who robbed you was?" He asks. You think back. "They were bright blue." You say. The servant clicks his tongue and walks back over to you. "That's not what you told me." He says. "My head wasn't exactly in the best place at the time." You retort. "Alright then, let's try another one. What happened to the rope you used to tie your bag to the saddle of your horse?" He asks. "The robbers used it to tie up Florence's arms." You say coldly. "Hmm. And the hatchet?" He asks and your blood runs cold. "What hatchet?" You ask, you wouldn't know anything about a hatchet. "The one that mysteriously disappeared from the stables?" He says and you look at him, clueless. "Oh, come now. The authorities told me that Florence was found decapitated by a hatchet. A hatchet went missing from the stables after you left. And it's not a tool a highwayman would use even in a dire situation." He says finishing. Your facade falls and you laugh. "Suppose I did, didn't I." You giggle, standing up. 

"So why didn't you tell the police I did it?" You ask curiously. "Y-you killed Florence…" The servant steps back, running a hand through his hair in disbelief. "Yes, we've gone over this." You say taking a menacing step towards him. "But- I knew that there was something wrong but… I just wanted to know the truth. I-I never thought that you- you actually-" he stutters as you cut him off. "Yes, you figured it out, now I can't risk you going to the police about this." You tap your chin looking around the room for any possible murder weapons. "I- I won't go to the police. I promise!" He pleads with you. "Well, I know that." You say, seeing a rope on a curtain behind him. "You won't live to get the chance.” You say and walk over to the curtain. The servant flinches as you pass by him. “Alistair, is there anything you can do to keep him from running away?" You ask, fiddling with the rope to get it down. "I think I have something in mind." He says and suddenly all the windows and doors have disappeared from the room. "Ah, perfect." You say, finally yanking down the rope. You turn back to the servant, twisting the rope around your palms. Alistair materializes, beside you. "Thank you, dear." You peck his cheek. "A pleasure as always." He says smiling at you. You turn your attention back to the soon to be dead man. “Right, time to tie up some loose ends.” You say, snapping the rope taut between your hands.

Chapter 7