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holdmytesseract · 11 months ago

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Yay open requests! :)

Hmmm, I want to see you write a one-shot where the Reader is a travelling actor who comes to Aldwinter to perform for the town with her troupe, and Will Ransom of course becomes romantically fascinated by the reader while she's there. That's all, I'll let you determine how far it goes between them. ^_^

And if I may be selfish, maybe make the Reader a larger-sized redhead (like me) haha

Attraction

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Summary: When a travelling actor comes to Aldwinter, Will is completely swept off his feet; hit by the arrow of love.

Warnings: mutual pining (sort of)? fluff, lil' bit of suggestive smut - blink and you'll miss it, not exactly a happy end - but there's hope! tell me if I missed something!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: Sorry this took me so long, friend! 🥺 I really hope you like this! It's been a while since I lastly wrote for Will, but I tried my best. 🧡

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Will's eyes roamed the quite big crowd of people, as he stepped carefully down the few steps which led to the altar. On a Sunday mass like today, the little chapel Reverend Ransome called his own, was always bustling with people. Something which made the vicar very happy. He gave friendly, confident looks left and right, as he made his way down the aisle and stopped close to the door. It was a tradition for him to personally see off his churchgoer.

After all, they were his sheep - and he was the sheepherder.

Once almost everyone had bid their goodbyes and only a few people were left, Will suddenly recognised another familiar face within the small group of people... And he was the last one to stand up from the pew.

"Dear Sir Ambrose!" Reverend Ransome called out his old friend with a smile. "What takes you to Aldwinter on this rainy Sunday? I haven’t seen you around in months!" Charles laughed and grabbed the hand of his friend; shaking it thoroughly. "Well... I had to go to Essex anyway this weekend. Business trip," he said; winking. "Therefore, I decided to go to mass in Aldwinter and visit my friend!"

"Well, I am delighted to see you, Charles." "So am I."

The two men talked for a bit. About everything and anything, until... "Charles, I know you well... This business trip and the want to visit me can't be the only reason you're here..." Charles laughed up again; clapping his friend on the shoulder. "You indeed know me well, William. These are truly not the only reasons... Let us sit down."

Will let himself guide to a pew by Ambrose, before they sat down beside each other.

"I have something you might be interested in... It concerns the children in school, here in Aldwinter." Will nodded; pricking up his ears at the word 'children'. "I am all ears, Charles."

"Our children came home from school last week - entirely excited and happy, and when my dear wife asked what was going on, they told her about how they had been visited by a wonderful lady and her troupe. They said they told them stories - bible stories, but not only through words... They dressed up and did a play! Like in a theatre! Can you imagine, Will!"

The vicar's eyes went wide in fascination, wonder and excitement. "Charles, that... That is fascinating!" The man beside him nodded. "It truly is. I soke out the lady and her troupe, of course and she would be willing to make a stop in Aldwinter, too - next week! They're heading to Essex anyway. What do you say? I thought it would be great for the children here."

Will smiled and nodded. "Yes, please do so. That would be indeed wonderful." Charles smiled. "Great! I am going to contact the dear lady then and tell her to ask for revered Will Ransome when in Aldwinter.

Aldwinter was a sweet, cosy village. You had to admit that. Sure, it could be cold and rainy - like you heard, but summers here were wonderful.

The warm sun was shining on your face, as you walked together with your troupe towards the tavern Sir Ambrose told you to go and where you could stay during your time in Aldwinter. With curious eyes, you looked around. You had never been here before. You never were long at the same place, after all. As a travelling player, you were one day here and the next day miles away - but you wouldn't want it any other way. It was the life you chose and loved with all your heart.

After the kind woman described the way, you walked the short distance to the church; hoping that you took the right paths. You did. Seeing the elderly, but beautifully crafted building, you smiled and tuck a strand of loose red hair nervously out of your face and cautiously stepped through the wooden doors. There was no one to be seen.

Once you reached said tavern, you told your fellow companions to go and settle, while you would meet the contact person Ambrose arranged for you.

"Excuse me?" You approached the lady in a dress and apron, as she cleaned up some tables in said tavern. At your words, she looked up to face you. "Yes?" You gave her a gentle smile. "I'm looking for reverend Ransome... Do you know where I can find him?" "Sure, miss. You'll most likely find him in the church at this time of the day." "And how do I get to the church? Apologies, I've never been in Aldwinter before." "Oh that's not a problem, miss." The lady smiled and put her rag away; wiping her hands on her apron. "The church is not difficult to find..."

"Apologies, Miss. I was up the stairs; sorting some things. I didn't hear you right away."

"Hello?" You called out; walking down the aisle. "Mr. Ransome?"

Just when you were about to call out again, you heard some rustling coming from another room; probably the backroom and only mere seconds later there were steps. They grew louder and louder, until they revealed the man you had been searching for - or well, told to go to...

... and you had expected a lot, but certainly not that.

Reverend William Ransome sounded to you like you were going to be face to face with an elderly, friendly man with glasses; perhaps in his fifties. You were wrong... Oh so wrong...

You swallowed; were taken aback by the man's beauty. You had never seen a more stunning man than him - and you had seen a lot as an travelling actor...

In front of you stood a tall man in his late thirties, probably early forties. Longer, blonde-brown curls framed his face, which seemed to be carved out of marble. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, stunning blue eyes and perfectly shaped lips and nose. The beard covering his cheeks, chin and upper lip suited him without a doubt.

Will wore brown cord trousers which were attached to brown braces. Underneath those, was a puffy white shirt covering his upper body - but not entirely. Two buttons were undone; displaying a little bit of his chest and the fine, dark hairs which grew there.

"You must be the famous Miss Y/L/N." Will smiled and stretched out his hand. "Will Ransome. I'm the vicar of this cosy, little town." Still a bit stunned you placed your hand in his. Will brought it up to his lips; bestowing a small kiss upon your knuckles. His lips were so soft and gentle, you almost melted on the spot. His beard tickled your skin; leaving a burning sensation behind - in the best way possible.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Reverend." You smiled; trying to not lose your composure. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, indeed." The vicar smiled back at you; blue eyes sparkling. "The pleasure is mine."

Will offered you to sit inside his little office, so you could talk about the performance and when you and your fellow companions were ready to perform. You noticed that you got along very well with the man sitting opposite of you. Clearly, you were sharing a great chemistry. He was the sweetest, kindest and most polite man you ever met - and he seemed so enamoured with what you were doing for a living.

A date for the play was quickly settled... Tomorrow morning, as soon as the children finished school.

Will watched your every move; completely fascinated and enthralled. He hung on your every word.

Sure, he was watching all of the fantastic players; performing the story of Moses, but you... You were so special. Whenever you spoke, Will's eyes seemed to light up and he couldn't help the smile on his face.

The vicar didn't know what exactly it was that got him so hooked, but he couldn't deny it...

Was it your talent? Your passion? Your beautiful, kind and determined character? Was it your beauty itself? Perhaps all of it?

Will couldn't point it out.

"I-I wanted to-" Will had to clear his throat. "I wanted to ask, if you'd be interested in a little sightseeing tour through Aldwinter tomorrow?" He gave you a nervous smile. "That is very kind of you, Will, but... We actually don't stay longer than a few days at one place, so..." Will nodded. "I-I understand. But please... Just one more day. I'd like to give something in return for your wonderful work." You bit your lip; weighing your options, but then sighed.

After the show ended and all of the children had left with their parents and Will had bid them goodbye, he cautiously approached the woman he couldn't get off his mind again.

"Miss Y/N?"

His deep, yet smooth voice urged to your ears; causing you to smile as you packed your utensils together. "Yes, Mr. Ransome?" The vicar lifted a hand; "Please... Call me Will." smiling as well. "Will," you repeated - and caused Will's heart to speed up. Hearing you roll off his name from your tongue did something to the man of god.

"Alright. One more day."

The vicar smiled, "Thank you." and helped you to pack your troupes things together.

You watched him help Gabriel - one of your colleagues and couldn't help but smile. You've never met a kinder man in your life and you had to admit that you could not wait to spend the day with him tomorrow, but... Was it really a good idea?

While you spent the next day in Aldwinter, the others decided to go to Essex. Aldwinter was too boring for them - something you absolutely didn't agree with. Yes, the weather was moody and often not the best, but nevertheless was it a beautiful, cosy, little town. You liked it - and especially the vicar who lived there.

I could get used to this, you caught yourself thinking; immediately slapping yourself across the cheek - in your head.

You met Will rather late in the morning after breakfast. He had a few things to do - duties to follow as the people's reverend; therefore it was almost lunch time when he stood in front of your room at the tavern.

He showed you around - like promised. The beach. The sometimes quite scary and dangerous marshes. The beautiful forests and of course the town itself. Will introduced you to a few important people and in closing of the day, he invited you over to his little house for dinner.

You were completely amazed and excited about the fact that Will was an excellent cook. The Shepherd's Pie he cooked was delicious, and you dared to say like no other than you've eaten before.

His smile even widened.

Later that evening - it was already dark outside, you were seated beside him on his little sofa; a glass of wine in both his and your hands.

"Thank you for showing me your home, Will. Aldwinter is beautiful." You smiled and took a sip of your wine. The man reciprocated your smile; gave you a dazzling one of his own. "I'm delighted to hear that, Miss-" Y/N..." You interrupted him. "Call me Y/N."

"Y/N..." You nodded. "I really enjoyed it. The time we spent together." Perhaps was the alcohol you had consumed making you a little bold. "You are a very kind man, Will." He blushed, "Thank you, I... I am flattered." and inched closer to you. "And you are the most beautiful and talented woman I have ever met."

You blinked; were almost blushing, too. "Mr. Ransome are you... Are you trying to woo me?" A small, kind of nervous chuckle left the vicar's lips. "Perhaps."

You shook your head; drinking from the wine again. "But we hardly know each other..." "I-I know, but..." He swallowed. "You fascinate me, Y/N. You attracted my attention like no woman did before, I... I feel as if an invisible rope is pulling me to you. A higher power, which keeps on shoving me into your direction. I-I just... I can't help it. I feel myself utterly attracted to you."

Once again you started to shake your head, "Will... Stop it, please..." and sighed. "We can't give into this. I'm going to leave tomorrow and we'll probably never see each other again."

"Please..." The man beside you begged then; seeing how you struggled. Will wasn't a man who took advantage of this situation, but he felt how torn you were. How you actually wanted this and was just held back by the 'What if...'.

"We?" It was everything the vicar was focused on. "We can't give into this?"

You realised the mistake you made way too late.

"Does that mean you feel the same?" Will's heart sped up after those words left his lips. Words filled with hope.

"I-I-I..." You didn't know what to say. It was true, but you forbid your body to feel it; knowing exactly that it would only lead to pain.

He inched even closer, until your thigh almost touched his.

"Just one kiss..." The reverend whispered and before you could do or say something, your lips melted against his. Will sighed in the kiss; hands landing on your waist.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He said in a gentle voice, while he pulled you onto his lap.

You let it happen.

Just one kiss turned into two - and two turned into way much more, until-

Will closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't a nightmare... Far from it...

Will ripped his eyes open, only to find himself breathing quick and heavy. Sweat pooled on his chest; coating the fine hairs growing there. His puffy night shirt was totally dishevelled - just like his hair.

The vicar sat up in bed. As he moved, he felt the tightness of his underwear and the straining arousal inside.

He had dreamed of her again. Y/N. The beautiful woman with flaming red hair and stunning Y/E/C. The woman who had fascinated him like no other, when she visited Aldwinter a few months back to perform a play with her troupe. The woman which whom he had spent a wonderful night with - and who had left him to live her dream and travel around the world as a player; leaving only a letter and her shawl behind.

Will smiled; remembering the words written on the piece of paper.

One day, l promise I'll come back to you - if you are willing to wait for me.

#the essex serpent #will ransome #will ransome x reader #will ransome x you #will ransome x y/n #will ransome fanfiction #the essex serpent fanfiction #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston characters

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perfides-subjekt · 5 months ago

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Ransom for a Dead Man (1971) Director: Richard Irving Writers: Dean Hargrove, Richard Levinson, William Link

– You know, Columbo, you're almost likable in a shabby sort of way. Maybe it's the way you come slouching in here with your shopworn bag of tricks. – Me? Tricks? – The humility, the seeming absent-mindedness, the uh, homey anecdotes about the family: the wife, you know? – Really? – Yeah, Lieutenant Columbo, fumbling and stumbling along. But it's always the jugular that he's after. And I imagine that, more often than not, he's successful.

#columbo #peter falk #tvedit #cinematv #cinemapix #lee grant #myedit #columboedit

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saltybenchday · 10 days ago

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Figured it was time for a little update on my fics so here it is!

So eternally grateful for these characters and everything they’ve taught me.

Auroras and Sad Prose Outlander

A possible alternative to what happen toward the end of Scottish Prisoner, after the duel. Making their way back north to Helwater, the tension that has built up between Lord John Grey and Jamie Fraser eventually reaches a breaking point, with delightful results. Jamie/John, M, Words: 11,447

A Fiery Oath (Part 1 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

Jamie Fraser asks Lord John Grey to pledge his oath during the gathering at Fraser's Ridge. Jamie/John, T, Words: 1,221

Come Back to Me Outlander

After a duel, Lord John is badly injured and near death, Jamie makes a heartfelt confession to him. Jamie/John, M, Words: 1,460

Hope in the Shadows (Part 1 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

On their way to carry delicate information to Jamaica, Lord John Grey and his step-son William are set upon by pirates. Through a series of misfortunes, misadventures, and occasional stupidity, they find themselves immersed in the world of piracy on the high seas. Eventually, William and Lord John come to learn that heroes and villains are not always what they seem, and that sometimes friendships can be forged in the most unlikely of places. Outlander X Black Sails Crossover, Lord John Grey/James Flint, William Ransom, Long John Silver, M, Words: 51,532

Wee Beasties of Jamaica Outlander

Jamie Fraser is very afraid of snakes, Lord John Grey, of spiders. Jamaica was perhaps not the best place for either of them, but together they’ll muddle through. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,825

Would You Ask For More (Part 2 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

After tragedy strikes, Lord John brings news to Frasers ridge in hopes that he might be able to provide some comfort to the family. In the end, he brings a great deal of comfort, though in a much different manner than he had imagined. Jamie/John, E, Words: 2,798

Through the Fog Outlander

Lord John Grey is on the road to Aberdeen to tend to family business when his horse spooks and throws him from the saddle. He suddenly finds himself very far away from where he was going, running away from the Wild Hunt and right into the arms of Jamie Fraser. Jamie/John, E, Words: 4,003

Chase the Stars 'Til Daylight (Part 2 Hope & Daylight Series) Outlander/Black Sails

After learning that Thomas Hamilton is alive, Lord John Grey enlists the help of Jamie Fraser to attempt a daring rescue. Complications occur and the two friends are forced to journey to Nassau and back in an effort to reunite Hamilton with his lost love, a task that turns out to be easier said than done. Between storms and shipwrecks, vengeful pirates, and scheming redcoats, they face hardships that test their friendship, and put their lives at risk. In the end, choices are made that will change their lives forever. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, Flint/Hamilton, John/Flint (past), M, Words: Words: 78,744

Sweet Nothing (Part 3 Between The Lines Series) Outlander

It is Lord John Grey's last night on The Ridge before returning to England, and Jamie Fraser finds himself restless and awake. Going in search of whiskey, what he finds is much better. Jamie/John, T, Words: 2912

Pas De Trois Black Sails

Miranda and Thomas teach James how to dance. James/Thomas/Miranda, T, Words:1821

Infinite & Inevitable Outlander

After coming across a set of standing stones, Lord John Grey finds himself on Fraser's Ridge, but absolutely nothing is as he remembers it. Meanwhile, Jamie Fraser has a surprise visit from his best friend, only Lord John seems to believe there's much more to their story. Jamie/John, Jamie/Claire, M, Words: 52,076

Even In Silence Outlander

Set during 7x02Jamie goes back to John's room after their conversation unable to bear the idea of separation, and in doing so realizes what he'd been looking for all along. Jamie/John, E, Words: 5,066

Haunts of The Ridge Outlander

Jamie's plan to bring his family on a fun and relaxing weekend away doesn't turn out quite as expected, thanks to some surprise supernatural visitors. Jamie/John, Modern AU, T, Words: 3,737

A Simple Thing Outlander

Set toward the end of An Echo in the Bone, Lord John gives Claire a gift and Claire considers what the future might look like. John/Claire, T, Words: 1,567

Guilty As Sin? Outlander

After a year apart Jamie and Claire Fraser are having marriage problems. Thankfully, Dr. Grey is there to help. Which is great. Until Jamie develops a crush on the therapist, leading to a series of very bad (but very sexy) decisions that could ruin the Fraser's marriage forever. Or, just maybe, the three of them will find a way to make it work against all odds and end up happier than ever. Jamie/John/Claire, Modern AU, E, Words: 29,211

Reckless Outlander

What might have happened if Jamie had taken out his anger in a very different way after learning about John and Claire's carnal knowledge. Jamie/John, E, Words: 2,410

#writing #my fics #lord john grey #jamie fraser #claire fraser #william ransom #and a couple #black sails #james flint #john silver #miranda hamilton #thomas hamilton #it’s been two years since I updated this list it’s time

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mamamittens · 2 years ago

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 2)

Masterpost, Part 1

Platonic Whitebeard Pirates & Reader-Insert (with glasses)

Warnings: Platonic Yandere behavior and yes, the kidnapping is still actively occurring. If yandere content disturbs or otherwise unsettles you, I deeply suggest you do not read this series and block the tag "oh sweet child of mine" as well as "one piece yandere". Though mostly framed in a humorous way, it is still very toxic and problematic behavior that you should, in no way, entertain in real life from anyone.

Stay safe and enjoy.

Word Count: 1,540 (would be longer, but I didn't want to have this transitionary chapter be squished in with meeting Whitebeard and settling in)

When you became a marine, you had considered what you would do if you ran afoul of pirates. Assuming they didn’t kill you outright, that is.

In none of these imagined scenarios did you picture yourself awkwardly curled up in a med bay on one of the ‘junior’ Moby Dicks. As it turns out, Fire Fist and The Phoenix were running a small supply run simultaneously to another junior vessel since none of the surrounding islands could accommodate the Moby Dick herself—the Yonko ship being so absolutely massive for her crew and captain. A young man with a blue mask over his eyes ‘Masked Deuce’ was wiping your face and inspecting your nose for any damage that hadn’t been healed with a critical eye. Fire Fist was somewhere else—likely getting food for himself if his gluttonous behavior was any indication—while The Phoenix appeared to be starting your medical file.

That… was probably not good. The slim possibility that you were going to just be ransomed seemed to dissolve with every scratch of ink he added.

“Well, aside from some possible malnutrition and exhaustion, you seem in good shape. Not what I’d expect of a marine in these parts, though I guess they didn’t care too much about your physical condition.” Deuce placed a firm hand on your shoulder and smiled. “If you’re interested, we can get you into good shape in no time! Or maybe you’re interested in pursuing something else? Oyaji has plenty of resources we can use.” You couldn’t help but grimace and tug on your hat.

“I uh… I’m a marine?” You said, wincing at the questioning tone. “I didn’t enlist for the uniform, you know… I… I’m supposed to try and arrest pirates. Not… join them.” You explained awkwardly. Deuce just laughed while The Phoenix snorted softly.

“Everyone adjusts differently. You’ll love it here eventually.” Deuce winked before handing you a set of clothes to change into. The shirt was emblazoned with Whitebeard’s Jolly Roger.

You were rather at a loss for words. You… well, you couldn’t exactly fight them. You knew that. But you felt rather like the world had tilted dramatically the other way on it’s axis while you weren’t looking. The only way this could get more bizarre is if Fleet Admiral Sengoku called you and congratulated you for the successful adoption and your new, very criminal, pirate-Yonko family.

“Bring-ring. Bring-ring. Bring-ring.”

Oh god, you weren’t ready!? Please no?!

Horrified, you scrambled to pull the snail from your pocket, The Phoenix sliding up and leaning on the bed as you answered.

“Ensign—”

“Where the hell are you?! Ensign Williams was found, thoroughly beaten mind you, on the ground! You were assigned to be his partner!” You almost wept with relief that you were just getting torn a new one.

“A-Ah—W-Well, I-I attempted to flee with Ensign Williams when The Phoenix was spotted with Fire Fist but was… very unsuccessful.” You admitted lamely as one of the men responsible for your plight gave a placid smile, his eyes fixed on you with a horrifying intensity. Though you had no idea what for. If he was pissed you answered, he was more than welcome to take the call himself at this point.

“And why not, Ensign?! Your orders were quite clear!”

“Because I was captured instead?” The snail sputtered.

“Then escape and return to base!” The operator screamed. You were nearly in tears, your day successfully having gone from bad to absolutely the fucking worst.

“How?!” You whispered in horror, practically seeing the dry response in The Phoenix’s eyes.

Run and I will scoop you up with my talons and fly you all the way to Oyaji myself.

The receiver was plucked from your hands and you were torn between thanking your captor or trying to get it back. In the end, you did neither.

“I’m afraid that won’t be happening. Feel free to mail us their last paycheck because they won’t be returning. Consider this their resignation.” The snail blanched.

“On who’s authority, you filthy pirate!”

The Phoenix grinned, all teeth and eyes narrow, sapphire slits.

“Their new big brother.”

It would almost be inspiring how confident he sounded if he didn’t say it like he was declaring that your kidney would taste delightfully delicious.

Any response was cut off by him lifting up the transceiver shell and crushing it with his bare hands.

His smile turned much more friendly as he set the traumatized snail down, but the edges still seemed… feral. He ruffled your hair, knocking off your marine cap in the process.

“Get changed and wash up properly before dinner. It’ll be a few more hours before we meet up with Oyaji. Ace will make sure it’s burned.” Overwhelmed and horrified, you couldn’t help the slight whimper.

“…but I like my uniform.”

The Phoenix paused, giving you a slightly pitying smile as he gave you a side hug, blue fire flickering over the both of you. Any other circumstances, it would feel warm and reassuring.

“I know it’s a lot, kid. But you’ll be fine, I promise.” He paused looking down at you. “The hat’s gotta go, but, I tell you what, how about you keep this, yoi?” He tugged the blue neckerchief loose and placed it on top of your ‘new’ clothes.

Against your better judgment, you were a little touched at the suggestion.

What is your life now? You’ve been kidnapped, forcibly made to join a Yonko crew, and now you feel touched because one of the commanders is letting you keep a token of your job?!

Whatever.

You’d just get issued a new uniform later.

If you ever get away from this crazy ass band of pirates.

“I do like the color…” You added lamely, unwilling to push the argument considering how laughably easy it would be for him to force the issue. And then you’d have nothing left of your own.

“I like the color blue, too, yoi.” You looked at him with a frown. Glancing at his shirt.

“Not purple?” The Phoenix blinked, surprised at your dry response before chuckling.

“Alright, sassy pants. Get marching.” He smirked, shooing you to the bathroom to get changed. Flush and embarrassed, you escaped before he could say anything else.

Now… did your new pants even have pockets big enough for your animal treats?

--*--

Surprisingly, the new clothes fit well. Roomy enough that you didn’t get weirded out that they had your exact size but small enough that it wasn’t going to fall off of you anytime soon.

Your marine blue neckerchief was tied around your right wrist. The only part of your uniform you got to keep besides your shoes.

Any blood was gone from your hands or face but Fire Fist still felt the need to inspect them, playfully pinching your nose to see if it hurt still. Upon seeing that you were in perfectly fine shape, and freshly clean, he beamed.

“I can’t wait for you to meet Oyaji, he’s going to be happy to have a new kid running around. It’ll be a while before you get assigned to a division, but don’t worry, they’re all pretty great! Well, not as great as mine, but still!” Fire Fist laughed boisterously as The Phoenix rolled his eyes, lightly smacking Fire Fist’s head.

“They gotta get used to the crew first, Ace. Don’t jump the gun so quickly or you’ll hurt their feelings.”

Ah yes. Their biggest concern in this whole debacle.

Your feelings.

Cause fuck the law, that’s why. And everything else for good measure.

But also your feelings, because if that was actually a concern they would have left you with your asshat partner and a bloody nose.

… your previous circumstances does not, in fact, justify kidnapping and forced recruitment.

You are a marine damnit! Maybe not a strong one, or even a great one (yet), but there has to be a line somewhere!

“Ahah~! Right, sorry! Here, we’re having soup! It’s not as good as Thatch’s food, but we’re getting back too late for dinner so it’ll have to do. He’ll want a little more warning to pull out all the stops anyway.” Fire Fist laughed, handing you a bowl of hot soup. It smelled good, but despite your hunger, you were still a little thrown.

“…Does he often want to impress captives?” You whispered, more to yourself than anything. Fire Fist paused and actually flushed, laughing to himself.

“Sort of, yeah. He kept trying to feed me while I tried to kill Oyaji for over a hundred days, you know!” You blanched, horrified.

You had forgotten that little tidbit, although most of Fire Fist’s recruitment into the Yonko crew was a mystery, you had overheard that bit.

Suddenly, your prospects of getting out of this scot-free seemed… unlikely.

If being a marine isn’t a deterrent, and neither is many murder attempts, then what the hell could get you out of this? Fire Fist kept laughing as you caught The Phoenix’s eye.

He seemed darkly amused and very much aware of your predicament.

He clapped your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t worry about it so much. You’ll figure it out.”

Somehow, you don’t think he was talking about escaping.

#one piece yandere #platonic yandere #reader insert #oh sweet child of mine #yandere marco #yandere ace #whitebeard crew #yandere whitebeard crew #reader: I'm a proud marine!#Marco: That's nice sweetie it's time to eat now tho #Ace: it's not so bad when you stick around #Reader: that's what I'm afraid of #marco the phoenix

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themousefromfantasyland · 1 year ago

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The Guardians: A Fairy Tale Space Opera

Well, as people who follow me know, during this holiday season I will be exploring William Joyce's Guardians of Childhood book series, the books that inspired DreamWorks' Rise of the Guardians.

Today I will be exploring the backstory of this universe, the story that happened before the main story began, a tragic tale about how a family loss brought a space-faring civilization to its end.

Spoilers: More than 50% of the main cast are actually immortal aliens and they are technically war refugees.

Everything began with the Golden Age, when dreams could come true.

The Golden Age is said to be a time of peace, prosperity and imagination, where humans and other magical beings travelled through the cosmos building kingdoms and empires.

Royal families rulled over constellations, groups of stars and planets, and which seem to be the main administrative unit of this space civilization. In typical fairy tale fashion, these royal families were said to have ruled over these planets with justice, fairness, and imagination.

One of these royal families was the House of Lunanoff, represented by Tsar Lunar XI and his wife. The Tsar's first in command was Kozmotis Pitchiner, Lord High General of the Galaxies.

Lord Pitchiner led the Golden Age armies against the most dangerous foes of this period, the Dream Pirates, the Fearlings and the Nightmare men.

The Dream Pirates were a race of evil beings that used to destroy planets and extinguish stars. At first, they used to steal people's dreams for ransom, but then they eventually learned that they could gain power by absorbing these dreams. Dreams were to these creatures what blood is to vampires. By completely draining a person from their dreams, they could transform them into their mindless slaves.

It is never clarified, but I heavily suspect that the Fearlings, the more generic shadow creatures, are the people who got their dreams stolen and became these mindless shadows. And I think the Nightmare Men are just the Fearlings with more physical form.

Lord Pitchiner lived with his wife and his daughter, Emily Jane, on a moon on the Constellation of Orion.

Lady Pitchiner was always a very vigilante mother, super protective of Emily Jane, always trying to keep her close to home. But Emily Jane was a free spirit, and inherited her father's love for sailing. She loved to slip out of her bedroom at night to sail among the stars.

One day, reports of Dream Pirates forced Lord Pitchiner to leave his wife and daughter behind.

Dream Pirates had been reported off the tip of Orion’s sword. Lord Pitch hurriedly said his farewells to his wife and daughter to hunt down the scoundrels. The family never liked saying good-bye; they tried not to think of the dangers that would be faced. But this time Emily Jane had made for her father a silver locket containing her picture. He was very pleased by it and put it around his neck as he kissed her.

“I’ll be back soon,” he told her.

“Promise?” she said.

“On my soul,” he replied.

But it was all a trick, a trap. Lord Pitchiner was known as a noble and respectable hero, showing mercy to all criminals captured under his watch. The pirates already tried assassinating him several times, but they failed every single time. If they couldn't kill him, they would destroy his spirit.

The Dream Pirates wanted to destroy his spirit by attacking his family right under his nose.

Late at night, the Dream Pirates attacked both the villa and palace where Lady Pitchiner and Emily Jane lived on that moon.

During the attack, amid all explosions from the cannons, Lady Pitchiner immediately went to check on her daughter only to realize she had slipped away during the night.

Good! Lady Pitchiner thought. She’s out on her ship! For once, she was thankful rather than angry that her daughter was so rebellious.

Hearing the pirates crashing through the door, Lady Pitchiner grabbed a doll and jumped through the window in an attempt to protect Emily Jane. Soon, the pirates would think that both her and her daughter were dead.

When Lord Pitchiner returned, he found his palace and the rest of the moon as nothing more than ruins.

Once all Dream Pirates of that attack surrended themselves and were aboard Lord Pitchiner's flagship, they did not face the same noble warrior, but a man on the brink of madness. When they confessed that both his wife and daughter were dead, Lord Pitchiner cut the heads of every one of them.

For eons the pirates had been seen as dangerous criminals. Now the people of the Golden Age viewed them as an evil that had to be eradicated. Soon hate became the center of how this war was waged, and hate is a powerful force. It can make bad men worse and good men nearly mad.

The war against the Dream Pirates intensified. In the end, all Dream Pirates and other dark beings were captured by the Golden Age armies and locked up in a distant planet on the outskirts of the galaxy. The planet prison only had a single entrance, and without any more reasons to continue living, Lord Pitchiner decided to keep watch on them, so no other nightmare creature could ever escape.

Meanwhile, Emily Jane watched her home be destroyed, and among a school of star fish, she sailed away without destination.

And so Emily Jane traveled far from her home and far from her sorrow, until she came to an unexpectedly safe place—the Constellation called Typhan. Before the War of the Dream Pirates, Typhan had been a maker of storms and was a powerful ally of the Golden Age. He could conjure up solar winds so vast and terrible, they would scatter whole fleets of Dream Pirate galleons when required.

But the wily Dream Pirates had managed to ravage him and render him harmless: They had extinguished the stars that had been his eyes. Once blinded, he could no longer see the pirates as they attacked. And they had been merciless, killing so many of his stars that his once-vivid outline was nearly gone. He was now a forgotten ghost of his former self, and he had lost the will to make storms or to fight. He was a mournful, pitiful Titan. Only the harmless Star Fish ever swam among Typhan’s few remaining stars and moons.

Yes, we have a literal living constellation. This god-like being kept watch over Emily Jane over many years, and on a small moon near him she found a home. She used the passing wrecks of abandoned ships drifted by to build a home for herself. She positioned dozens of telescopes all over her small moon so she could be the eyes of Typhan. Everything she might need, food, supplies, clothes, furniture, books, she found in the abandoned wrecks that strayed close enough to her moon.

Typhan taught her everything he knew, including the powers of controlling and making storms. Although he considered her his daughter, she kept waiting for her real father to one day come back to her.

Emily Jane grew bitter and vengeful, and she started discounting her frustration on every ship that passed nearby.

Typhan saw when she used her storm powers to send a small ship to their doom. He confronted her, but she defied him.

Using his storm powers, he sent Emily Jane's moon across space, transforming it into a literal shooting star. Trying to avoid being fried by the resulting energy, she went deeper into the core of the moon and there she became imprisoned.

This is when we meet the League of Star Captains. For generations they had steered stars to every corner of the universe, their primary duty being to bestow the wishes made to them. If the wishes were good, strong, and from the heart, they would send a dream to help the people to achieve them.

Sanderson Mansnoozie, our dear Sandman, was one of them. Long story short, he found Emily Jane's star and became friends with her. Soon, they were traveling the cosmos hearing and granting wishes. During all this time Emily Jane only wished one thing, that her fathicoukd find her.

But even inside their prison on the edges of the galaxy, the Dream Pirates heard Emily Jane's wish. They found out she was still alive. And they knew how they could escape.

Lord Pitchiner kept Emily Jane's silver locket with him during all times, and he did nothing but stare at it in absolute sorrow all day. Then the dream pirates started imitating Emily Jane's voice.

At the beginning Lord Pitchiner knew this could not be possible. His daughter was dead, and not locked inside that prison. But the pirates kept insisting so much, that in a moment of absolute desperation he opened the door.

Every single dark creature locked inside, now reduced to shadow creatures thanks to all those years locked away, attacked Lord Pitchiner. Hundred of dark beings possessed him, transforming him into a giant being of pure hatred. They transformed him into Pitch, the Nightmare King.

Leading an army of Dream Pirates, Fearlings, and Nightmare Men on his Nightmare Galleon, Pitch assaulted all constellations, plunding planets and extinguishing stars.

He went in search of good dreams, especially those of children. He had the power of transforming children into nightmare creatures like his own, and he enjoyed how much they suffered through their transformation...how painful it was.

Bunnymund, our dear Easter Rabbit, came from an ancient race of intelligent rabbits called Pookas and they were the oldest creatures of the universe. Pitch went after them, until only one of them was left, this one taking refugee on Earth.

Pitch also went after Sandman and Emily Jane's star. She was horrified once she saw his father in his nightmare form for the first time.

Sandman flew away on Emily Jane's star as fast as he could. All to escape Pitch's Nightmare Galleon. This lead to a collision course to Earth.

Sandman could hear all the wishes of Earth's children imploring for the shooting star to not crush them. Hearing a wish from deep space, Sandman managed stop the star from destroying Earth. The star exploded on a island of magical dream sand that kept Sandman asleep for hundreds of years.

Emily Jane, finally freed from the star, found that all wind and rain from Earth addressed her as mother. She brought Earth's first storms and became known as Mother Nature.

Pitch became desperate in finding a new child. He heard of a prince who never had a nightmare. This was the young prince of the House of Lunanoff. He promised to transform him into his Darkling Prince.

The Tsar and Tsarina, fearing for their son's safety, travelled on their ship, the Moon Clipper, to a distant planet, our Earth, where they hoped Pitch couldn't never found them.

The wish that Sandman had heard from space was the young prince's wish.

The young prince was protected by a young, immortal boy made of stars. This was Nightlight, and he was the first guardian of childhood.

When Pitch's Nightmare Galleon found and fought the Moon Clipper, Nightlight knew he had to act. The young prince must not become a darkling prince.

Using tears from the Lunar Prince, Nightlight created a dagger to fight Pitch. Nightlight had the power to transform his loved one's sadness into strength to protect them.

Flying right into Pitch's heart, Nightlight caused an enormous explosion that crashed the Nightmare Galleon straight into Earth. The explosion destroyed the Moon Clipper's ability to sail away and it become our good and old moon.

With both of his parents dead, the young Lunanoff Prince was raised by the Moonbots, moonmice, and moon moths that lived in his parents' enormous moon-spaceship. He lived a carefree, but solitary existence, until through his father's telescope, he found out about Earth's children.

He then used an army of livingoon beams, living creatures made of Moon light, to protect the hopes and dreams of the children of Earth.

And things remained the same, until a moon beam accidentally found and freed both Nightlight and Pitch that were trapped inside a large cave for hundreds of years. This would set the events of our series to take place.

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Three (Loki x fem! Reader series, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series is reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him. Opening you to a world of more magic and danger than you ever could imagine...

Chapter Summary: Your first week to live your end of the bargain. It brings you an awareness of "variants" and you meet another prince with the same look as your fiancee. Then your worst fears and doubts about your fiancee are proven true...

Chapter One//Chapter Two

Content Warnings: Cheating (not Loki, but...* takes a long sip of a fun little drink with a straw*...dealing with Will Ransome's canon cheating and portraying it as bad so Will fans and Lusty Vicarettes you have been warned). Period Typical Attitudes. Mentions of sex and religion and grief and angst. But some fluff and humor.

Word count: 8K

A/N: Oh, the sweet irony of revising this while traveling as my brother drove and the playlist playing "Getaway Car" as I work on this. Heh heh. And of course, I figure out how to use my babygirl, Prince Hal! Here, he's the stand-in for the character of Mor for those of you familiar with the ACOTAR books! I hope you like it! Comments, DMs, asks, and reblogs are always appreciated! :)

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Loki began to strut forward like he owned the church. Eyes were wide over him. Any who tried to step forward to block him, Loki flung his wrist and sent a bit of magic their way. Whoosh! They were knocked over. A couple of people screeched and ran away from the church.

He approached you with a wink and then turned to see the congregation and wedding party.

“I hate to interrupt such a lovely ceremony, but this lovely, stunning, ravishing lady here wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me..."

He turned to you, fidgeting with his bow tie again.

“I’m not too overdressed am I, Y/N? Well- what should it matter to a god.”

William stepped forward; he put his arm protectively over you.

“Who are you!? Leave her alone!” he threatened.

Loki raised his eyebrows, never losing his smile.

“Why-she told you outright! I am Loki- God of Mischief and rightful heir of Asgard and your world too, perhaps.”

William’s face turned red and then white. There were a crash and a few people rushed over- the bishop, at the sight of a pagan god before him, had fainted.

“What…what is going on!?” your father demanded. He added to the protective party to put an arm over you. You stood there like a statue, eyes wide.

“You see here- Y/N made a deal with me. She was about to die of consumption. I offered to heal her in exchange for just one short little week every month where she’ll stay with me. Well, it’s now one month since I saved her from death- time for me to call in her end of the bargain. Y/N, it’s time for a little trip!”

“Let us finish the ceremony, please!” Father insisted.

Loki pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch from his jacket and checked the time.

“If I am correct, it has been exactly thirty-one days to the minute of Y/N being healed. Maybe I’m a few hours off. But it’s time to collect my deal with the About to Be Mrs. Ransome…”

He glanced over at the unconscious bishop as guests fanned and fetched him water.

“And I think this ceremony is about over.”

He turned over to the people who had remained in their seats, gesturing to them. He spoke loudly, keeping his hands in his pockets. But still spinning around to make sure everyone got the message.

“Oh-by the way-no serpent, everyone! I checked and rechecked- There never was a serpent! And no Leviathan, either. No giant, magical, fanged, man-eating, girl-abducting snake. It’s just a dead whale! Thought I might save all of you the trouble while I was here! Don’t get yourselves in a big fuss over nothing- Just a whale carcass!”

They gasped and murmured among each other. Your jaw lowered to where you could have eaten a fly and not noticed. William’s lips quivered and he looked around with big eyes. He tightened his grip on you.

“This…this is real? Are you seeing this too?” he asked you.

You felt tears brim your eyes.

“Yes, Will…it is real…I told you the truth. And now it’s happening.”

You then looked at the god. You kept shaking and processing all of this was real.

William stepped forward. “We’ll…. we’ll compromise. Think of a bargain!” he said.

Loki folded his arms, “And what kind of bargain are you proposing? I have to warn you- I’m not in the mood,” he said the last word like a snarl.

“No…” you murmured. The first words you spoke.

They all looked at you. Not a passive pawn to be tossed and turned around. But a real person is deciding their fate. You broke from the arms of the men.

“Papa, Will, stop! I promised him I would go-and I will go. It’s only a week. I gave Loki a promise as he gave me his. It’s only a staying over somewhere else- I’m not being sacrificed or anything!”

You stepped forward. Loki smiled, keeping his hands in his pockets.

“Well…say your goodbyes and come along, Y/N darling,” he said.

William gave Loki a glare.

“If you try to harm her-.” He threatened.

“Don’t worry-I’ll return her safe and sound and unruined…. unless she would like that…” Loki interrupted.

You shot Loki a look with a stubborn frown, despite a couple more whispers from the people sitting down.

You looked at your parents, your friends, the bridesmaids. Stella’s own eyes were big too and she was quiet. Despite slight trepidation, she looked at Loki in fascination. As did the few others. You approached them.

“It won’t be long; I will be right back. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

You then turned to your parents.

“You-you cannot do this!” Your mother cried.

“I must. I’d be dead if I said no…” you replied.

You then looked up at William. Part of you wanted to touch his face, take his hand in yours…. but you couldn’t. The letters, the words still swimming in your mind. It kept you from giving him a farewell kiss. You only looked at him, tears in your eyes. You felt his grip tighten like he was going to pull you back to him.

“I’m so sorry…Will…”

Sorry that your own emotions, your weakness, your doubts made your feet stop from completing the marriage. Sorry you went into his office. Sorry you saw those letters. Those were the words you wanted to say. But instead, you said more.

“Please, Will…there’s no other way…and he won’t hurt me…I told you this would happen. I’ll be back soon.”

Your fiancée said nothing but gave a curt nod. He let you go. You then turned to Loki. The god reached out.

“Take my hand, Y/N.”

You took it. From his pale skin, you expected a cold touch. But then he wrapped an arm around you- soft and warm.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

You squeezed onto his hand. White and golden magic swirled over all of you. Before a single person could yell out “what the hell actually happened?!?” The white and brown church and everyone in it faded away in it. You felt weightless for only a minute. The colors of the rainbow swirled around you, and you gasped in shock.

You wondered, even dreaded what Asgard looked like. Would it be dark, like Loki? Depraved? Full of all sorts of trickery- fruits that would turn into beasts and whatnot? Why didn’t you read that book about Norse mythology further?! But when the colors faded, you saw somewhere…light. There was the glow of the sunset. It was a lovely palace. Comfortable even. Golden and majestic. There were tall marble columns and outside was a whole city with buildings like tall spikes. But the columns of the building shone. And the marble floors showed your reflection.

Loki swept out a theatrical arm.

“Welcome to Asgard,” he greeted. You took a few steps out to look around.

“This is not quite the place I imagined….” You confessed.

You tipped your head up to see the ceiling.

“This is my home, the palace itself. What were you imagining?” he asked.

“Something….dark and dangerous…” you shrugged.

Loki swirled on his heels, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We do have dark, and we do have dangers like any other place. But not here-there are guards everywhere…”

You turned and saw a flight of stairs leading up to a large golden throne room. It shone so much it almost hurt your eyes.

“Will you ever tell me a ‘thank you?’” Loki asked.

You turned around, blinking at him.

“What do you mean? For healing me?”

“Y/N, my dear, I thought you would be grateful for calling in the bargain when I did.”

“Grateful?!” you asked, turning around.

“I heard you. You were begging for someone, anyone to help you. To get you out of here,” he said. Though there was earnestness in his voice.

“What do you mean you heard me?” you asked.

“I heard your own voice- clearly in your head as I hear your words now. You were practically crying out for someone to get you out of your own wedding….”

You widened your eyes.

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say a word when the ceremony began!” you refused.

“You were…upset. But you didn’t want to reject William right in front of his entire congregation. But you didn’t want to go through with the marriage. I thought the timing was perfect-and I wanted to give you as much time as you would need. Not call it in until the last minute…and if I recall, you did call me ‘a sweet, handsome fellow’ when you were a cat…where is that attitude now?”

“I hate to tell you, but I didn’t know that cat was a bloody trickster god!”

With a tit of his head, his tuxedo was melted to his normal green, black, and gold robes. Then he folded his arms. He circled around you, looking you up and down. You couldn’t help but follow him.

“Hmmm…what is that thing you’re wearing?” he asked, his nose scrunching.

“It’s a wedding dress,” you answered.

“This is a wedding dress?” he scoffed in disgust.

He went behind to the skirt in its back and picked it up. You swatted his hand away.

“And what is that skirt?” he asked.

“It’s a Bustle. Every woman wears one. Me included,” you explained.

“Is this what Midgard women wear when they get married from your time? This…this is not a wedding dress it’s…it’s a monstrosity of lace,” he insulted.

You then jerked around.

“I bet you will enjoy having me as a prisoner in your dungeons clad in nothing!” you cursed. If you had to go here, you would not go without a fight.

He chuckled for a second, and then smiled.

“You honestly think I am that callous to throw you in the dungeons!? Oh no-you are no prisoner here. You’re definitely no servant or slave. You’re a guest here at the palace. And you will be comfortable. You will have your own rooms, be fed, and you may spend your free hours however you would like. And have some clothes other than this…bustle thing you call it.”

“So, a gilded cage then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And your upcoming marriage was not a gilded cage?” he asked.

You shook your head, tightening your jaw.

“I understood the responsibilities of being a clergy wife when I said yes to Will’s proposal-I’m not naïve and I’m not a fool. I was ready…” you argued.

You bunched your hands into fists, holding your ground before him.

“I did this…for William. It was a sacrifice I had to make for him!” you said.

Loki frowned. His eyes serious as he spoke.

“And would William sacrifice himself for you?”

You had had enough.

In a rage, you took off your slipper and hurled it at Loki. He ducked it over his dark head, and it crashed into the floor. You did your best to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“I guess you’d rather have the servants take you to your rooms than me. And I won’t ask for that ‘thank you’…I can guess you aren’t willing to give one now…”

“You’re a pig,” you spat.

Sure enough, there were servants who led you over to a bedroom. It had golden walls and marble floors. There was a door leading to a bathroom. It had a bathtub the size of your old room. When you turned on the water, it came out hot. Taking off your shoes and stockings, you had to dip your toe in to make sure it was not too scalding. But as you peeled off each layer of your clothes and got in, it was so relaxing you felt yourself sigh from it. There were soaps that smelt of honey. You rubbed yourself clean and sat in that tub, watching the suds over the water. It was so peaceful with the steam and the sound of the rushing water and perfumes of the soap, you forgot for a moment about the letters.

A servant knocked on the door and you jumped. But they only spoke from the privacy of its closing.

“Would you like to dine with the prince tonight?” asked a light, female voice.

“With Loki? No thank you!” you said.

You were not in the mood to deal with him now. The wedding, or attempt at a wedding, was done. The course of your adrenaline was done, and you felt too tired. He was not going to bat at you like a toy for him to torment. Or let him ask questions you weren’t ready to answer. Ready to deal with.

“Well, would you like a tray delivered?” she asked.

“Uh…yes…” you replied.

“One shall be brought to you,” she confirmed.

After taking a moment to soak up that warm tub, you emerged and dried yourself. A robe was made available-silky and golden. Once you went out to your bedroom, you peeked through the curtains to see it was now dark. There was a sky full of stars littered across the sky. Like sparkles on diamonds. You felt your breath stop at its beauty. On the bed was laid a nightgown- a long, light pink dress with long sleeves. There were even silk ribbons tied into a bow at the collar. Far silkier than the cotton ones you lived in when you were sick and far prettier. It was hard not to feel princess like as you put it on inside the palace.

The servants brought a large dinner over to you on a tray. There was even wine brought up to you so strong, you could only sip a little of it at a time. Only half of that meal and you were stuffed to bursting. As your dinner digested, you enjoyed a glass as you admired the stars. It was strong enough, that it washed away your worries about what you read-about this horrid possibility of Will’s. And soon you crashed asleep onto the soft bed.

When you awoke the next morning, the sun shone through the curtains like melted gold. Out the window, you saw a city like no other. How…beautiful it all looked. Opposite of what you thought Asgard would be like. You gasped to see two planets floating in the sky. Like they would kiss the ground, yet they didn’t.

It wouldn’t do to stay inside. For your insistence to not be treated like a prisoner, you were about to turn your room into a prison. No Loki influence needed. You had slept well-you were refreshed and re-energized- even to deal with him.

They brought you a gown of green. Perhaps it quoted him. But how…strange it felt! Silky and long and flowy! Where was a shift? Petticoats? Corset? Stockings? Buttons? Gloves? Hats? No-the servants brought you none of those. Those weren’t part of Asgardian fashion. It felt wrong, it felt out of place. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if it felt odd to wear them. Though…they were comfortable. And light to walk in, too. As you walked out, they took you to a dining hall. You were seated on the side of the table as plates arrived. In strolled the swaggering footsteps of the prince Loki.

“Good morning-and don’t you look lovely, Y/N.”

There was no one else arriving. You looked around nervously.

“Where is a chaperone?” you asked.

“We don’t have every move of a young woman being constantly watched here,” he said.

“So, I must eat with you and be with you unchaperoned?” you asked.

“You will be fine…we have another coming up. No one is going to take advantage of the honored guest of the palace…” he said.

He sat himself onto the chair next to you. You felt as if a bird was flying around in your stomach. He did lean closer, with that same smirk.

“Rest well Y/N?” he asked.

“I…I did…” you admitted.

You went over and sat at dinner with them. Though as you passed, a strong, metallic smell caught your nose. Loki’s eyes glimmered as you turned your head. There was a servant carrying several brushes and a can of grey paint. They walked by and then vanished into the next hall.

“What…what’s going on? Is everyone in Asgard a painter?” you asked.

“Oh…you are not the only guest here. There is someone else…a troubled gentleman. It seems that painting on walls right now is his consolation. But! We do have another guest joining us…perhaps. He does love a good party. Might still be sick.”

There was the sound of footsteps.

“Ah. Here he is,” Loki smiled.

In walked another gentleman clad in more strange clothes. He had a red leather jacket and a red cap over his head with dark pants. Beneath his cap was a head full of beautiful ginger curls. Though he had a smirk on his face, there was a dagger to his side. He plopped himself on the chair.

“Did you rest well…unless you’re still drunk,” said Loki.

“To your shock, I stayed here last night. And only went to one tavern,” the stranger retorted.

He picked up an orange from the table and began to peel it with his dagger. Though something was undeniable- he had long, curly auburn hair, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. His face, his hair, his eyes…it seemed you never left Will.

“Oh, I should introduce you both- Y/N, meet his royal highness, Prince Henry…” Loki began.

“Bosom companions call me Hal. And my brothers call me Harry,” he said.

“You might know him from your time as his majesty Henry the Fifth,” Loki continued.

You almost dropped your fork.

“Henry the Fifth! The warrior king who won Agincourt!?”

“What is Agincourt?” Hal asked.

You backed down. Loki did say he was a prince- so he was not the king yet.

“And Hal, meet the beautiful, generous, and charming Y/N.”

You bobbed your head in greeting and Hal smiled and acknowledged it. But your yes darted between them, astonished.

“It’s not polite to gape, Y/N.” Loki said.

“I know but…Hal, I’m so sorry. You look a little…familiar…” you apologized.

“Oh, yes. We’re all supposed to look alike, my lady. The reason- we’re all apparently variants,” Hal replied.

You widened your eyes. Loki waved his hands, explaining.

“My variants- variants of me across time, across space. Yet each becomes different people, makes different choices and even take on different looks. Well, at least, in their hair! Why do you think Hal and I resemble your dear vicar so much?”

“A vicar? Dear lord and lady, may I ask-what is a vicar?” Hal asked.

“He’s a priest, he’s my…my fiancée,” you explained.

But soon you’d have to return…but why were you dreading it? Dreading completing the marriage?

“Why is a priest getting married? I thought they never could!” Hal asked.

“Oh, dear. Your country is still entirely Catholic. Your split and the ability for priests to marry won’t happen for another good century…” you reasoned.

“The church shall split! Fie-who would ever imagine!” Hal cursed.

Loki laughed with a toothy grin. Hal still looked with a tilted head and hypnotized eyes. He would ask more, but you would have to discuss the four hundred years of events later. You took a napkin to your lips and wiped off your mouth.

“Why are you gathering your variants?” you asked.

“It’s not to have a good drink and celebrate…if only it could be,” Hal cut in.

Loki’s eyes hardened. He folded his hands and looked at you.

“Because a war is coming, Y/N.”

You paused.

“A…a war?”

“Wars between worlds. Between planets,” Loki said.

“And you are gathering your variants because of this war?”

“Precisely.”

Hal wiped off the orange peel from his dagger and set it aside it. He tore apart the fruit, chewing on it solemnly. He leaned in his seat and kicked his feet on the table.

“Then why haven’t you kidnapped Will and brought him here instead?” you questioned.

“You looked like you needed help…. desperate help. Far more than he did. Think of your wedding day- you were crying for it. Begging for someone to take you away.”

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say one thing aloud- remember! What are you going on about?” you insisted.

He then looked up. Hal raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“When I arrived, you didn’t look particularly happy at your wedding,” he replied.

“Most marriages I know of aren’t for love, Loki,” Prince Hal suggested.

You curled a fist on the table.

“It was for love! I love Will! I do! More than anything! And I wanted to marry him!”

The letters. The blonde hair and grey coat of her-the one who chose with Will to uproot you. The hot, stifling wedding dress. The words of the mothers around you. The oppressive smell of incense and candles. Will in a tuxedo. You felt your stomach sour at the memories. Perhaps you only saw the letters. They were a dream. A vision. Or they were old letters. But…part of you knew the truth. You didn’t want to face it. You realized you were looking forward to this. One more minute away from your fiancée, another minute of hoping, another minute he was your faithful Will. To dream. To give into the illusion of hope and the peace it brought.

But right now, you didn’t feel peaceful.

“Not want. Wanted. Was there a change?” Hal asked innocently.

“It was just…It was because…because…I…” you began to mutter.

They looked at you. Faces so much like his. Eyes like his. It was too much. You felt tears well up. Then you pulled yourself from the table.

“Excuse me gentlemen-I’ve had enough. I need to go,” you excused yourself.

You ran down the hall. You felt yourself crying despite yourself. You didn’t want to seem like a hysterical, emotional, irrational woman in front of these men. You took one of the long sleeves of your dress and wiped them. Wondering if there was one corner to be left alone.

Then there was a booming, deep voice, and heavy footsteps so loud it made you stop your tracks.

“Brother! Where is she? Where have you been hiding her!? I must meet her!” the deep, masculine voice announced excitedly.

In ran an incredible specimen of a man. He was only barely taller than Loki and Hal, but he was ginormous with ripped, bulky muscles and bright blonde hair and blue eyes. You looked up like him. Then he smiled with the enthusiasm of a rather friendly bear.

“Why! There she is! The woman from Midgard! Our guest!” he cried in his theatrical baritone.

He went up to you and wrapped you in a hug, picking you up like you were made of paper and giving you a hug that crushed your bones. You gasped from the contact from both a stranger and a man! Then he set you down.

“Hello there! You are this Y/N, right?!” he checked.

“Yes! Yes, I am! But sir- we-we haven’t been introduced!” you insisted.

“Oh, right! I am Thor- Prince and Future king of Asgard and God of Thunder, of course!” he laughed, hands on his hips. Oh, how his laugh itself was like thunder and echoed down the castle!

“It is nice to meet you too, sir!” you replied. His joy was infectious.

You heard two footsteps right before you heard Loki and Hal run up to you.

“Ah. I’ve seen you met my brother,” Loki commented.

Thor continued, gesturing to the tall marble columns.

“But Y/N, I SHOULD take you on a grand tour! I gave one to Hal and I should give one for you! Asgard is a beautiful place here- would you like that?!”

You nodded, “yes, I would. But I’m…I’m just a little…a little frazzled. I only arrived yesterday.”

“Hm, yes. That is understandable. But do not hesitate to ask me should you need it, little mortal Y/N! I’m sure you would love it!” he added.

You held your hands and began to fiddle with your thumbs. It would be very boring here. You had to have something to do this week.

“But…could you show me to the gardens? And is there a library here? I do like to read,” you said.

Thor lit up.

“Ah! Yes, of course! I shall show you the way! The garden’s mother’s domain but you can go there any time! And the library! I’ll take you there right away! And I’ll tell you ALL about the history of Asgard!”

He offered his arm, and you took it, walking by him as he chatted away. Hal folded his arms and laughed a little. But you did notice Loki scowling slightly.

It was hard to sleep that night. You found you struggled to drift off. You tossed and turned constantly. Then you finally got out of bed. With a large sigh, you got out of bed. You wrapped a blanket as a shawl and wandered over to the library. You still remembered the way; your ears were still ringing from Thor’s excited chatter.

Though as you walked down the halls, you heard footsteps. You kept turning. You saw no one, but that didn’t mean there was no one there. But you could almost hear a grunt. Then as you turned-there was a flicker. A figure-in the dark! Your heart picked up. Clutching the blanket, you hurried over to the library and shut the door behind.

It was incredibly warm. The fireplace crackled and it smelled old, musty-safe. To think even in another universe, people (and gods) still loved books and stories and knowledge, too.

But as you turned around, you saw no one else on the red seat by the fire than the prince himself-that is, Prince Loki. With a hardcover on his lap. He looked up but did not jump. He only smiled.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good evening…what are you doing here?” you asked.

“It’s a late night and without the solace of sleep, I have the solace of books.”

You didn’t want to admit it was the same as you. You only walked forward, going to a book you noticed on the mantle of the fireplace. You opened one book, and to your surprise it was full of writing. Writing about Loki:

“Loki is the handsomest god.

Loki is the most charming god.

Loki is interesting.

Loki is gorgeous.

Loki is flawless.

Loki is a fierce warrior.

Loki is the best lover in bed.”

Scowling, you slammed it shut. But you heard the slight stifle of a laugh from behind. You turned around.

“I would rather not spend it reading about your praises like it was scripture,” you hissed.

“We do have stories here. I’m not as full of myself as you think,” he replied.

“You’ve done very little to prove it,” you dismissed.

He softened his gaze.

“Y/N…are you having trouble sleeping? How come? Is something…something troubling you?”

The letters. The letters. The letters. But he…he wouldn’t understand. After all, it was Will’s variant, and it was pure luck he chose to whisk you away instead. Maybe another face about to laugh at you.

“I’m…I’m not ready to talk about it. Much less with you,” you answered.

“Very well then. Y/N…there is something here-a special drink. It has a little magic in it, and it helps with sleep…should I ring for a servant to bring one to you?”

“I…uh…yes. Yes, it would be,” you replied.

You didn’t want to be the one he beat every time. But it would be foolish to refuse his help. He fetched a servant outside the door for the drink. Soon, there was a chalice with a dark purple drink inside. It smelled like fruit and had the consistency of wine.

“This should help you, Y/N darling…and of all the books here.”

His curled black head looked around at the shelves.

“This one! I recommend this one.”

He gave you a small black one.

“Should I trust your taste?” you asked.

“It’s not about me. Unless you would like to read that too. Should change your mind about me.”

You said nothing but accepted the book. You got the chalice in your other hand, but before you tuned out, you went to him.

“Loki…I thought I heard something. I thought I heard someone going around right before I got inside. Someone’s…someone’s sneaking around! It could be an enemy…or…or something!”

He let out a half smile and put his hands in his pockets.

“Aren’t you concerned?” you asked.

Loki let out a half-laugh, “oh- must be him again! Old habits die hard! I’ll have a chat with him- he doesn’t mean to scare. Don’t give me that face, Y/N! Here-I’ll escort you to your rooms.”

As you turned around and returned to your room, you realized you forgot to ask who ‘he’ was. Shrugging it off, the drink was semi-sweet like milk. You felt it lull you into a deep sleep quickly.

The week was very quiet and eventless. Though Thor did give you a grand tour of the castle and even some of the city of Asgard. You got to observe court in session a few times and you were introduced to the king and queen. King Odin was only polite. But Frigga was warm and curious about you. Often, she would be in her gardens and would ask you every question about Midgard one could ask. You ate your meals. You went to the gardens and the libraries. Even Hal, when not nursing a hangover, asked you questions about what would happen to England. Before you knew it, seven days were done. Thor, Hal, Loki and you had gathered in the hall.

“Do you have everything?” Loki asked.

You nodded, your wedding dress and clothes in a box for you to take home. You insisted to not get rid of your old clothes. You were dressed in a pink dress that flowed down you like a sunrise. Even Hal nodded and smiled at it.

“I’m sure you would have loved the taverns here. I already found and filtered the best one, Y/N!”

“No thank you-but I appreciate the thought,” you dismissed.

“May your travels be swift, and safe, little mortal!” Thor wished.

“Very good. I will miss your company, my dear.” Loki said.

You gave him a scowling frown. Loki only smiled back, unfazed by your look.

“See you next month, Y/N,” he wished as he snapped his fingers.

There was a rustle of golden light. The castle and the men disappeared within its mist.

Suddenly, you realized you were back. You were in the middle of Aldwinter-your home. Yet how…ordinary and plain those white houses looked in comparison. Rather than the marble floors, beneath you were the dirt streets. Instead of a sunny day where the sky showed two planets, there were only grey clouds. It was starting to rain, and the dirt was turning to mud, staining the end of your skirt. You fled to your house before you could get the worst of it.

You knocked on the door. Your parents ran forward with a shout. They both embraced you at once.

“Y/N! What are you doing?! And what in heavens name are those clothes?!” your mother questioned.

“Dear heavens! We should have believed you! I’m…I’m sorry my girl,” your father apologized.

“It’s alright. I forgive you. I forgive you all…” you said, hugging them back.

Your father had run out to alert Will. Mother raised an eyebrow at the pink dress. Though she led you into the parlor and sat you down, insisting on a blanket for warmth. She looked at your dress curiously. You didn’t have the usual parts of dress you were used to, but it had a long skirt and long sleeves and was by all accounts appropriate.

Father returned with Will-both soaking wet from dashing out in the rain. The news of your return seemed to make them forget to grab an umbrella. Will’s dark sweater clung to him, his curly hair dampened from the storm and clinging to his face. They set you down and fixed you tea and biscuits. Will grabbed two in his large hand and stuffed them in his mouth.

You explained to them everything that happened.

“I dined with him in a palace. I had my own room. I met Thor, Frigga, Odin, and even Henry the Fifth himself- alive. I know I sound mad-but I am serious. And after the wedding, all of you should know I am serious.”

They nodded; glad you were unhurt. They asked questions. You spent so much time talking that the sky soon became dark. Will gave you a kiss on the hand and said his goodbyes-no word on when the wedding could be rescheduled. You returned to your old room after dinner. As you got back into your old familiar nightgown, your mother entered the room. She patted your bed for you both to sit on it beside her. She rubbed her hands nervously.

“Now Y/N…tell me. You can tell me and be honest. You don’t need to fear pleasing your father or William right now. Did this Loki…Did he…force himself on you?” she asked.

“No,” you answered plainly.

“Did you lie in bed with him?” she pressed further.

“No! I’d never do that! He didn’t lay a hand on me,” you insisted.

She let out a deep breath, but her eyes never faltered.

“I am glad. But Y/N, you went to the house of another man. You stayed there though you are still…still engaged to another. Whatever may or may not have happened, there will be talk, you know…” she warned.

“I understand…but I will tell William. I know he’ll believe me and Mother…I only…I…”

The lie sputtered out of you.

“I was feeling unwell. And I was worried about Loki, was all. We will reschedule the wedding.”

She embraced you and kissed the side of your head.

There was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. No- not William. Not Will. Not Will who confided of his secret swims in the ocean. Not Will who you sat beside as each person lined up and presented their yearly tithes to him. Not Will who was good with children and spoke of wanting to be a father someday. Not Will who pet his dog and whistled for him to return with a wagging tail. No- it was a misunderstanding.

Yes, it was a misunderstanding. You didn’t see anything- just some papers. Maybe it was long over, even. He did write-it could be a novel, perhaps. Maybe it was just a small infatuation that faded. He knew what the right thing to do was- he studied and preached the Bible after all.

Or he would…would have ended things. Something felt but never acted on. Or a vision of your wedding nerves projected to where your imagination ran wild. Or maybe…Loki! He must have planted them to fool you into running into the god’s arms!

Scoundrel, you cursed silently.

But sleep was hard to achieve that night. And the few nights after that. And no Asgard medicine to help. When you did manage to fall on the third night, you awoke the next day very early-while it was still dark. And you could not fall back asleep. Your mind racing despite those thoughts of hope.

Maybe you needed some air. Especially as the sun was still rising. The grey clouds made their journey over the pink-orange sky. Wrapping yourself warm in a shawl, making sure there were slippers on your feet. You walked outside and you sighed with the beautiful, crisp air of the morning and the sound of the ocean. The kiss of a spring morning. You did miss this place, after all! You went down to some of the woods and its walking path- a carved pathway through the grass. The sound of birds and squirrels and animals stirring through the trees comforted you.

Sometimes you saw a rabbit darting across. You heard the grass bend and itch against your bare legs. You missed the shade of the leaves and everything. The smell of the wind and feeling the sun made it warm as it rose. It greeted as it peeked over the horizon. Now that it was confirmed no Serpent was slithering, you could walk about in peace. Maybe it was another trick of Loki’s. Maybe even he himself was the Serpent in the first place, the villain! Despite the heaviness and fog of lack of sleep, you found yourself at peace.

You knew the marshes and fields were not too far away. It felt nice-perhaps you would just drink strong coffee when you returned. That along with the air would make you feel more awake. You found a path full of beautiful wildflowers growing free, and you began to pluck them. What a nice little bouquet it would make. You kept an eye out for any blue ones- gifts for Stella to press into books. You went over, gathering them. You went along it like it was a path-just as you once did as a little child. It did feel good to be a child every now and then.

You thought you saw one blue one growing, right near where the fields started. What good luck! You walked over there, bent to pick it up. You heard the beating of wings of the bird above you. Out of instinct, you turned your head up.

You shouldn’t have looked.

There was William- extremely handsome as always. His white shirt was open. His tan coat. The sight would make you giggle and grin with swooning love and even lust.

Usually.

But he was with Cora, dressed in red.

They were embracing. She grabbed his face and kissed him in the field.

You felt your heart begin to race and your stomach turning, the shock making you see stars on the fields of your vision. You felt as if you were stabbed in your stomach. Your throat turned into a lump. You watched as he kissed her back. They kept on kissing. And kissing. Him. Your William. Your Will. You paused as you watched in horror, blinking, rubbing your eyes- realizing what you were seeing wasn’t a vision. But real. Would…would this be a prank of Loki’s? It had to be. You looked around.

But it struck you. The truth you didn’t want to face. And here it was right before you.

William was having an affair. He was unfaithful to you.

You were so filled with utter grief and shock that you couldn’t move. You couldn’t take another step forward.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to barrel yourself forward. You wanted to take your fingernails and claw it into Cora’s pale face. Until bloody scratches ruined her lovely face. To rip out each golden strand of hair on her head. To pluck out her small eyes with your bare hands. To punch and slap her round, ivory face until it bruised. You wanted to strangle William where he was. To run on him and punch his handsome face as tears ran down your face. Or find a stone and finish the deed until he was nothing but a handsome, bloody corpse on a field.

No-that was being a typical, hysterical, emotional overreacting woman. And you still on the spot. Then, turning away, you immediately began to run. Yes- run like your Will used to like to do.

Only he was not your Will. Not anymore. He would never be your Will.

You ran so hard you nearly tripped over some rocks on the ground. You caught yourself on the trunk of a tree. You hugged it and then sank down to the dirt. You let yourself cry. You rolled yourself into fetal position, hugging your legs, and sobbed so hard you were gasping for breath.

You rushed back home and immediately ran up to your room. You fell on the floor again. Your heart racing. Trying to forget it, but not able to. Not letting yourself even cry. Crying meant someone would knock. Someone would ask what was wrong. And having to tell someone what had happened. But one thought made you feel sick again.

They were probably doing more than just kissing by now.

If he acted like this when you were engaged…how would he act when you were married? You should break it off now. You wanted to break it off. But… If you broke it off…it would mean your reputation as a woman would be tarnished. It happened to a girl named Jane who lived in the next town and now she was labeled as forever ruined and unmarriageable. There was enough talk for it to sweep from her place to here.

But how…how could you marry a man who was unfaithful? Which was it? Damned if you did, damned if you didn’t.

You had to talk to him. Had to discuss it soon. Confront him.

You sat in a daze all day. Speaking to no one. Only saying “yes” or “sure,” to your parents. Not speaking of what you saw. Your parents flitted around you, chatting about perhaps rescheduling the wedding and what might happen. To make sure it was soon so it would be done and there would be no interruptions. It was at noon when you said to your mother you both were embroidering.

“Could I…could I talk to Will? In private?” you voiced.

“Not in his house, Y/N!” father dismissed.

“I know but…I just…want to have a word with him…”

“Only if you both are walking.”

Walking. Walking like you used to. Only now, he walked with…with…with…No. You didn’t feel like walking with him today. Not when you knew he would rather be with.

And you were the one to permit his searches with her! You encouraged him to dance with her when you were sick! You practically threw him in her direction! How could you have been so stupid? You swallowed back another tear as you kept embroidering.

Your mother then turned to you.

“We will meet with Reverend Ransome to see about rescheduling dates. Tomorrow is Sunday, Y/N. You will sit in the front row, as always. Won’t you? There will be a luncheon and the other women will discuss your duties as a rector’s wife more in detail. They’ll let you know everything,” she announced.

You thought since William was a priest, he would be a faithful man. But how did the horrible truth of how the world worked not show you in its face?

Yes, he was a priest…but he was also a man. And men were free to take who they wanted when they wanted. And it was women who had to stay behind, make every sacrifice, and do every bit of work back for them. It was men who had romance and valor and glory while women suffered in silence at their expense.

And when night arrived, you still couldn’t sleep. Your parents snored safely in their own rooms without a care in the world. Past midnight, you couldn’t take it. You got up and dressed. You put on a warm coat for the night’s chill.

You had to see him. You had to talk to him alone.

You went over to his house and knocked on the reverend’s door. William opened it up, warm and handsome in his dark sweater as always.

“Y/N, what are you doing up so late?” he asked.

“I could say the same of you…Could I…could I speak to you, Will? I wanted to speak to you alone. But I couldn’t find a minute of privacy today,” you blurted.

“Yes, of course!” he said.

He led you in. This small, dark brown house. The house that was going to be your house. No- his house. For once you married, everything that was yours would become his. His house. His property. And his money. If he wanted to spoil Cora with his money-money that could be used to provide for you and any children from the marriage- he could. And any money you made for yourself would go to him to spoil Cora more. None for your own- it was the law for a married woman. And if he wanted to run off with Cora and not leave you a penny, he could. As a man, he legally could. Your foundation was as broken as your heart.

With those thoughts, you both sat at his table, the light just over his head. He smiled warmly and in ignorance. The dog went up, tail wagging, to greet you. You scratched his soft head until the dog sat by you. You noticed papers with an open book about theology on it.

“No wonder you’re still awake. You work too hard,” you commented.

“Had to revise my sermon until it was right. What can I say- my job is a serious one. I take my own position and my place in the town seriously.”

But not seriously enough, you thought. Will, do you understand the scandal that would erupt if I were to tell one person right now? This is a small town. News gets around quick. People like nothing more than talking. All I need to do is tell one person, and your reputation and Cora’s and even mine too are done for, you thought.

But you held your lips shut. You wanted to do this. Here you were at last. So why was it so hard?

You squirmed in the chair, then let out a deep breath. Try to think of any way you could approach this subject. He sat across from you.

“I understand that it’s part of your ministry. I respect that. Your family didn’t approve of your choice to join the seminary…now here you are…and it’s…it’s fragile…” you began.

He took your hand. You once melted into the touch. And you should. You did in a way. But now…seeing the grass. The marsh. The field. The early morning. The red dress and blonde hair. The tan coat. The kisses.

You let out another deep breath and continued.

“I’m sorry I made that bargain with Loki. I know it would hurt you. But I wanted to be alive…for you. Don’t you understand? I did it for us, our marriage…and you…”

“I’m sorry-I should admit, I don’t understand what it is to be dying,” William admitted, keeping your hand in his. Two large hands overpowering your own.

“It will be a challenge…. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you. That it was a calling for me as much as it was for you. To look after the town by your side. To represent God as best as I could. To be the leader among women, a role model, an example…William, do you even understand the immense pressure it takes to be the wife of a clergyman? To have every eye watching me every minute? That I must prove to be a godly, good, upright woman to everyone every day and to be-be…”

To be perfect. Perfect for you, you wanted to add on. Yet you could not.

He smiled. Such kindness. That was what made it worse. If he was cruel, wicked, unfeeling man to you all the time, it would make hating him easier. It would make confronting him easier.

“And I don’t doubt you will live up to them…you need only be yourself. I’ll talk to them.”

Then he put a finger to his lips and smiled. You raised your eyebrows.

“I have a gift for you, Y/N…”

You felt a little nauseous when he turned around. Perhaps it was a book. A book on faith he loved and found fascinating. A book that you would use as a vicar’s wife to show your great understanding, to the ideal woman in town everyone looked up to and admired because of your husband. Perhaps a small piece of jewelry like on your birthday. Something beautiful and shining and perfect- like you had to be.

No-it was worse.

They were flowers. Wildflowers. Wildflowers you saw in the forest, wrapped up in a red ribbon. The flowers you recognized in the valley. The valley you saw him betray you for Cora.

“I know how much you love flowers, Y/N,” he said.

He brought them to you. But you froze, looking at you. You felt heavy and dull, a slight buzzing in your ears. Your heart raced up. You couldn’t take them.

“You…. you don’t like them?” he asked.

You blinked, and then took your head. You forced a smile on your face.

“Oh, no! I love them. I do!” you said with the pretense of the old you. The you that didn’t know.

You took them, smelled them, and then set them down.

“How were things this week while…while I was gone?” you asked.

“Same old things, you know. Everyone managed to find the whale carcass discussed,” he answered. He kept smiling with his blue eyes alight.

“Then there should be a little relief…your search for consecration is done…”

“Oh, and Mrs. Seaborne!”

You froze in your tracks. He said her name right before you. You were just sitting, but your heart began to pound fast. Your stomach turning sick again. The words, the nice, quiet version of that phrase, “William, I saw you both kissing and found letters. Are you having an affair with her?” were there. But that couldn’t be said. He spoke more.

“Mrs. Seaborne accepted the evidence with grace. She is a magnificent woman, and she-she has suffered so much through her life, but she is learning to enjoy her life again!”

Yes. She is learning to enjoy life again. By taking away yours. Knowingly. Willingly.

And the audacity this man had to sing her praises to your face. You looked down at the table, at the flowers. But you heard him chat on.

“She is…an interesting woman…” you mumbled.

“She told me of how she grew up…” William continued.

How long of this could you take. All the praise. All the laudations. All hailing Cora Seaborne as a queen. A pedestal to beat you with. Something you could never attain, never reach. A joke waiting to be made in Will’s altar and bed. Because you would never be her. Because you would never be perfect- you would never be Cora.

“And to think, for years, they tried to train her and teach her to be a lady! She does so much to free herself of what ladies should do and be!”

You could practically see her before you. Smiling smugly. Ready to grab your beloved’s face and kiss him before you again and again and again. Wiping her superiority in your face.

You also saw the bitter irony. You had to be the proper vicar’s wife. Cora was the wild, spirited, unconventional woman. And yet it was Cora William preferred. Another person you had to force yourself to become. Another role to play. Because you own self wasn’t enough for William. Your own self was too boring. Too imperfect.

If you were imperfect, let you be imperfect. If you were a demon to Cora’s angel, so be it. If you were a monster, a hag, a freak, an abomination to Cora’s beauty, then so be it. If you were the bad to Cora’s good, you would go down as the absolute worst.

You looked at Will. He was smiling and leaning down to pet his dog. You were breathing fast. Your false smile dropped.

The words boiled in you. Before rationality, before self-control, and your better judgement could stop you, the words boiling inside you overflowed as he leaned down.

“Cora isn’t a lady- she’s a cunt.” You said.

He blinked rapidly, jumping up. His eyes squinted, making sure you said what you said. The aftertaste of the word felt bittersweet. Freeing.

“What did you say?” he repeated softly.

The cruel, harsh words- the cruelest, harshest words you ever heard yourself capable of- poured out of you- a dam long contained. You felt the cold fury in your own voice.

“Cora Seaborne is a cunt, and a bitch…”

You squared him in the eye, your gaze hardening.

“And a whore.”

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Cielpansyhive multichapter WIP list!

All of these are in various stages. Some fics are completely plotted, hence the chapter count, some chapters are to be decided still. Others are mostly figured out, a few are vague ideas. A handful of them already have a chapter mostly written that just hasn't been posted yet. I'm including works I have posted on AO3 but haven't finished in this list. I've been busy the past few years, I just haven't been posting or talking about my works. I'd love to answer questions about any of these, without spoiling anything of course.

Kuroshitsuji:

Revamp – Heavy LGBTQ+ characters and themes, modern setting. Sebastian rents out a room in Ciel’s house. After much flirting and interests are made aware, Ciel will have to admit to Sebastian he’s a trans man that has been living in stealth. Sebastian was never able to explore his identity freely. Both have old trauma they must navigate as well as society and family’s expectations. Friends to lovers sebaciel. Found family and discovery of identity. Drag queens galore! Background Alois/Lizzie, Grell/Madam Red, Agni/Soma. Slice of life, smut, sex positivity, mental health, trauma, angst with happy ending. (20 chapters) Currently under revision as this was my first fic!

Skilamalink – Crimson Peak AU, early 1900’s. Two brothers and their mysterious butler must find a way to get their hands on a small fortune. Their inheritance is sinking into the red clay. Ciel Phantomhive searches for a new bride in hopes of marrying into wealth. Tragedy follows the Phantomhives like a dark shadow. Astre Phantomhive is deathly ill and in need of treatment. While he knows there are sinister things that go on behind the scenes, in his wildest dreams he could never imagine what is being kept from him. When Elizabeth Midford comes into the picture secrets begin to unfold. Horror, whump, mystery, murder, ghosts, dark fic, smut, romance, multiple ships, implied incest, satisfying ending. (6 chapters)

Freakshow – 1930’s circus AU, The Great Depression era, prohibition. Sebastian has searched the city only to have every door slammed in his face. Reluctantly he turns to the only place he hasn't tried, the circus. The last thing he wants to be viewed as is a freak, but he doesn't blend in society very well with Marfan syndrome. Circus owner William T. Spears is falling apart at the seams. His circus is failing, though he'd never admit it to anyone. Too many people depend on him, namely his twin sons, Ciel and Astre. Ciel is the star of the show, the biggest and brightest. His acts include knife throwing, magic, and good old fashion card tricks, made even more impressive by his blindness. Even with the crowds dwindling, he's not ready to move out from center stage. Especially not for the rookie new act. Astre is bored to death. The circus has been the same for years. Same people, same acts, same crippling anxiety that keeps him from performing. People try to make the circus seem spectacular, but to Astre it's just dull, everyday life. Astre has a difficult time making friends due to his inability to speak. Heavy angst, some dark themes, slow burn, past Snake/Astre. (Chapters TBD)

Rumors – Famous AU. Modern setting. A model and a rockstar couple, how original. Sebastian and his band are at the top of their game. Everyone wants to interview them, the paparazzi won’t leave them alone, and rumors fly in an instant. Ciel’s a well-known heir and model, finally making his first semi-public appearance since he was held for ransom. People want his story, at least what they can’t already see. Ciel is never without his eyepatch and gloves, he refuses to talk about that day. He attempts to move forward with his modeling career. Ciel hasn’t been laid in years, of course he won’t turn down the handsome rock star that approaches him at a party. For Sebastian it’s been…a few days. Sebastian has never had a serious relationship, but Ciel interests him. Sebastian invites Ciel to join them on their mini tour. Ciel would have to leave behind the security of his home and his own personal bodyguard for the first time in years. It’s all sex (a lot of sex), drugs, and rock n roll. Sebastian and Ciel try to navigate a relationship they must hide. Both are on the edge of self-destruction. Angst, intense themes, trauma, drug use, self-harm, eating disorders, mostly hurt/barely comfort, betrayal, lots of smut, hopeful ending. (9 chapters)

Bloody Bastian – American Mary AU. Modern setting. Sebastian is a surgical student getting ready to start his residency. Med school isn’t cheap, financial aid didn’t even cover books and materials and his bills were piling up. It was difficult to locate a job that would work with his schedule. He finds an ad that a local strip club has posted. They state women or men can apply, it’s worth a shot. Sebastian enters the club. It looks clean enough, not just a hole in the wall that won’t pay minimum wage. The owner, Bard, takes an interest in Sebastian even though he seems overly qualified. Sebastian’s schooling comes in handy as he becomes involved with illegal surgeries that pay fast cash. He remembers his vow to, “do no harm,” but when do the lines blur? His world becomes tangled in revenge and body modifications. Bard pines over Sebastian and will do whatever it takes to make him happy. Detective Ciel Phantomhive is investigating the disappearance of Sebastian’s previous professor. How long before the pressure causes Sebastian to crack? Dark fic, graphic content, angst, murder, non-con, trauma, slight Sebard and Sebaciel. Vague/open ending. (7 chapters)

Razor’s Edge – Black Swan AU. Modern setting. Ciel has finally landed the role as the Swan Queen. Sebastian, an award-winning dancer from England is to be Prince Siegfried. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing bonds two people in a blooming romance like covering up a murder. Stress is high on the duo as it is. A shadow from the past seems to follow Ciel. Sebastian may have signed himself up to be Ciel’s unofficial bodyguard as threats rise. Dark fic, open ended ending. (7 chapters)

In the Woods Somewhere – College AU with Bird!Bastian. Modern setting. Ciel Phantomhive has been murdered…or at least he would have been if he didn’t make a deal with a strange man from the forest. The man who becomes known as Sebastian finds himself trapped on the surface level. The fine print of Ciel’s contract has bound him for the entire ten years. Ciel is a sickly human that could benefit from someone like Sebastian, if he’s willing to be his student. Ciel is missing half a year’s worth of his memory and can’t recall who tried to murder him or why. Sebastian follows Ciel around campus and attempts to help solve his murder. Between classes Sebastian teaches Ciel a little magic. They visit the woods often for Sebastian to stretch his wings and Ciel to take nature photos. Ciel would have never guessed he’d fall for this strange, bird demon or that it would be reciprocated. Mystery, humor, magic, hurt/comfort, whump (Chapters TBD)

Break Your Halo – Angel/demon AU. Modern setting. After a church collapses three survivors are sent to the hospital. Two civilians are unconscious and in critical condition while the priest is awake. He demands to know if the basement is still intact because “it” must not be let out. Both civilians begin to heal impossibly fast and without their memory. They go by Ciel and Sebastian. They are put in a semi-private room and become friends. They start noticing some odd things and confide in one another. The doctors would think they’re crazy, they already think there’s something wrong with them. They were both at death’s door and overnight they’ve healed as if they’ve been there for months. Maybe they aren’t human, they need answers. Whump, smut (5 chapters)

Nymph – Canon divergent AU.Ciel sleeps with everyone except Sebastian and Sebastian is not having it, that’s it, that’s the fic. Adult Ciel being hit with all the urges he missed in his teens. Every chapter starts out with a frustrated Sebastian complaining in his journal. Yes, a demon keeping a journal is cracky. Some humor, but mostly smut. Ciel/Finny, Ciel/Bard, Ciel/Mey-Rin, Ciel/Soma/Agni, Ciel/Snake, Ciel/Undertaker, Ciel/Charles Grey, Ciel/Nina (8 chapters)

Phantom – Phantom of the Opera AU. Set in 1880s France. Sebastian finally debuts as the star the “angel” trained him to be. He has devoted his life to music and the voice he’d talk to in the dead of night. Sebastian is pleasantly surprised to find out his childhood love, Bard, is one of the opera house’s biggest patrons. Their reunion doesn’t go unnoticed. Sebastian is visited by his angel of music, and he is much more flesh and blood and possessive than Sebastian imagined. Soma is not taking being knocked down a peg well. The audience comes to see him and his darling Agni, not Sebastian. Soma won’t play nice, but what does he do when he’s faced with the man behind the mirror? This opera ghost won’t go without a fight. Bard desperately wants to free Sebastian, yet Sebastian doesn’t want to be freed. Angst, smut, dark elements. Sebaciel and Sebard. Background Soma/Agni. (Chapters TBD)

Slice of the Scalpel – Nip/tuck AU. Modern setting. Brothers Sebastian and Claude run a plastic surgery practice. They have very different ideas of beauty, which helps build their clientele. Sebastian prefers to enhance natural beauty and balance what is already there. Claude prefers to alter and exaggerate things beyond clients’ wildest dreams. Receptionist and Sebastian’s boyfriend, Ciel, is eager to start his schooling to be an anesthetist. Angst, drama, smut, humor. (Chapters TBD)

I Like U for Your Brainz – izombie AU. Modern setting. A newly turned zombie, Sebastian, is a medical examiner working under Ciel’s leadership. Together they try to find a cure for zombies as well as solve murder cases with detective William T. Spears. Sebastian had to leave his old life behind him, give up his dream of being a surgeon, his fiancé Bard, even his sister he keeps at a distance. His extremely extroverted roommate, Soma, must work even harder to cheer him up. Sebastian would give anything to be human again or at least to have someone besides his boss to talk to about being a zombie. He couldn’t be the only one out there, right? Turns out there’s someone that’s making more zombies in the hopes of getting rich and another that is plain ignorant to the problem. Angst, humor, smut, gore, happy ending. Past Seb/Bard, Seb/Agni, Ciel/Soma, Seb/Ciel, Seb/Violet, Ciel/Violet, Agni/Soma, Bard/R!Ciel, Bard/Finny (Chapters TBD)

Star Boy – Actor AU. Modern setting. Actors Ciel and Sebastian are the celebrity couple everyone’s talking about. They are known for co-staring in action movies, their chemistry was unmatched even before they started dating. Their latest film calls for more stunts, more explosions and effects, it’s over the top. Like many actors, Ciel has a stunt double, Alois. Sebastian does as well, Claude. Alois loves performing stunts and he gets along well with Ciel. He gets his own limelight doing extreme sports off set. Claude isn’t as happy with the arrangement. Sebastian gets all the fans and praise, yet Claude is the one doing the hard work. Worst of all, Sebastian gets Ciel. Sebastian doesn’t deserve the life he has, Claude is sure of that. Angst, whump, crime, dark fic. (Chapters TBD)

Another Life – Modern setting reincarnation AU. Sebastian works at an antique shop, one day Ciel comes in to shop around, looking for something “old” to gift his cousin for her wedding day. Sebastian knows he’s never seen him in the shop before, yet he seems so familiar. Oddly enough Ciel is drawn back to visit Sebastian week after week, he is compelled to. There’s a tug on the red string of fate and neither can ignore it. (Chapters TBD)

A New Heart for Christmas – Modern setting. Ciel needs a heart transplant. It’s been years and he’s finally next on the list. He’s tired of keeping batteries charged for his artificial heart and worrying about people thinking he’s dead if he passes out and doesn’t have a pulse. The twins decide to do their annual birthday outing early this year, seeing as Ciel might be recovering still on their actual birthday. His new heart comes much sooner than he anticipated and with challenges he never imagined. Whump, sad, somewhat body horror?, angst. (3 chapters)

Nightshift – Modern setting. Five Nights at Freddy’s AU. Sebastian and Ciel have been hired as night security guards to a “new” pizza joint. Sebastian only moved to the town for college, but Ciel had lived there his whole life. He knew the establishment well. How dare they reopen after what they did to him and his family. Ciel searches for answers to what happened. He knows his brother had to be murdered, he wasn’t just abducted. Sebastian helps him investigate as the restaurant comes to life. With so much dark history it’s no wonder something lingers in the background. Time is running out as opening day nears. Horror, no smut, dark themes, happy ending. (6 chapters)

Free Love – Raver AU. Modern setting. Just a big party, not a lot of plot. A bunch of smut and ships. If house music was a fanfic, this is what you’d get. Seb/Ciel(/Bard), Ciel/Alois, Ciel/Soma, Ciel/Finny, Ciel/Violet, Ciel/Snake, Ciel/Sieglinde, Ciel/Agni, Seb/Agni, Seb/Violet, Violet/Alois, Finny/Snake, Lizzie/Sieglinde, Agni/Soma(/Snake), Violet/Snake/Sieglinde (Chapters TBD)

Phantom Occult – Supernatural AU/paranormal investigators, modern setting, on indefinite hiatus. The Phantomhives have been on the road most of their lives, taking out all the nasties that go bump in the night. Vincent and his twin sons have teamed up with a half demon named Sebastian and a witch, Sieglinde. Sebastian has very little memory of his past. He was found by Vincent and Cedric (Undertaker) on one of their hunts. In search of answers, Sebastian is trying to track down his demonic father. Sebastian has proven his loyalty to the Phantomhives time and time again. He will, as Vincent’s last request, ‘look after his boys.’ Following in their father and grandfather’s footsteps the twins take on cases involving the supernatural. Vincent Jr. has his work cut out for him with Ciel’s fragile health and Sebastian’s ever changing and out of control abilities. They may need to seek out a higher being to help them and save the world from damnation. (Chapters TBD)

Phoenix – A/b/o dynamics, FBI agent AU. Modern setting. Partners Ciel and Sebastian are given a case that has similarities to Ciel’s own capture from his childhood. It puts Ciel on edge, but he’s determined to solve it. Sebastian is not the playboy alpha everyone assumes he is, he’s in fact an omega. He’s been having horrible side effects from being on suppressants since his teens. He’s never even had a heat. For his own safety his doctor forces him off suppressants for at least a year. Ciel is hurt and confused to find out his partner for the last ten years lied to him about his dynamic. It’s not long before Sebastian is hit with his first heat. What is Ciel to do? Angst, smut (5 chapters)

Thought Contagion – Cyborg sci-fi AU. Future setting. Sebastian wakes up in the storage section of a lab. Half of his body has been transformed, he’s now a cyborg. He breaks through the facility and finds Ciel in the process of his brain being programed. Sebastian rescues him and they flee the factory. On the outside they discover the horrors of their government and what is being done to the citizens. They befriend rebels and try to take back control. (Chapters TBD)

T’hy’la – Star Trek AU. Future setting. Sci-fi. Captain Ciel Phantomhive and his half Vulcan second-in-command, Sebastian, explore space with their small crew. Slow burn sebaciel. (Chapters TBD)

Aquamarine – Merman Ciel AU. Modern setting. Sebastian whump, Ciel takes care of him. Crime, magic, and smut. (4 chapters)

Voltron:

Atlas Ocean Rescue – Merman Shiro AU. Modern setting. Keith works as a marine life vet at a rehabilitation clinic. He saves merman Shiro and develops a crush on him. Cute friendships, humor, healing, growth, a dash of smut and gore/whump. Slight angst with happy ending. (9 chapters)

Empire – Royalty AU. Set on Altea, not Earth. Shklance with trans Lance and cis Keith. Love triangles, magic, betrayals, war, planets coming together, and a healthy dose of smut. Ends with a wedding. (8 chapters)

Affinity – Modern setting. Shiro hasn’t adjusted well since his new diagnosis, so he joins a support group recommended by his doctor. Keith has been going to group reluctantly for years. His seizures are somewhat under control. He has the company of his service dog, Kosmo, but he’s otherwise alone. Both of their lives are turning out far different than they ever envisioned. Will they give love a chance? Slow burn. Cis Keith. (9 chapters)

The Eighth House – Modern setting. Werewolf Shiro and vampire Keith AU. Shiro is a newly turned werewolf and Keith volunteers to help him. Keith was turned into a vampire in the 80’s. Keith’s best friend, Lance, is also a vampire. They hang out at a supernatural bar that’s run by ex-hunters. Lots of blood and some smut. (8 chapters)

Zombie – Zombie apocalypse AU. Modern setting. After Shiro is labeled as a burden, him and Keith are kicked out from their community. Keith must take care of Shiro and find a new shelter or community for them to join. They find one run by a sadistic creep that was a cult leader pre-apocalypse. It’s not ideal, but where else can they turn? Keith plots to overthrow the tyrant as soon as he can, for everyone’s sake. Angst, whump, gore, smut, dark elements, happy ending. (5 chapters)

As Many Times as It Takes – Canon divergent AU. Keith goes feral and must be confined for everyone’s safety. The team works to find an antidote for Keith. Shiro tries to get his husband to remember their life together as well as remind him how to be human. Hurt/comfort. (3 chapters.)

Euphoria – A/b/o AU. Modern setting. Keith Is a hopeless afab alpha that seems to want the impossible. He’s not attracted to the stereotypical omega and his last relationship with another alpha left him with literal scars. He decides to try out a match service that’s prided itself on hard to match cases. Shiro is tired of being rejected and his body is telling him he desperately needs a mate. It doesn’t matter that he is no longer fertile, his omega body didn’t get the memo. With irregular and intense heats, infertility, being a large omega, and a list of ‘flaws’ a mile long Shiro has been the one unmatched client the service can’t seem to help. Owners Allura and Lance have become family to him and are personally invested in finding a mate for him. Keith and Shiro could be perfect for each other if only they allow themselves to be happy. (6 chapters.)

Club Atlas – Scent club a/b/o AU. Modern setting. A new alpha, Shiro, arrives at a scent club under recommendation by his therapist. Following a serious accident Shiro lost his sense of smell. When it eventually came back everything was overwhelming. He could barely handle his own scent and couldn’t leave his house. His anxiety and trauma have caused his life to spiral out of his control. A scent club is the perfect place to go to for exposure therapy. Omega scents are naturally calming to an alpha, booths are well sealed and private, and clubs take care to thoroughly remove scents of previous clients between rounds. Shiro meets Lance and Keith, two of the omegas that work at the club. They interview him and add him to their client list. Lance is always enthusiastic about his job, he loves it. Keith on the other hand isn’t too fond of the job or being an omega. But there’s something about this client that he likes. Maybe he can make a real difference in someone’s life. Angst, a lot of smut, brief klance. (5 chapters.)

Compliance – Kidnapped AU. Modern setting. Shiro is held captive by his long-lost twin brother Ryou. After going into the adoption system as infants, they were split up. Shiro wasn’t aware he had a twin until he was staring him in the face. Apparently, Ryou had been keeping tabs on him from afar for over a year. He happened to access Shiro’s patient file and felt he could do a better job taking care of Shiro than his current doctors were. Ryou only wants the best for his brother and that means he can’t leave his sight. Still, he does have to work, and being confined he knows Shiro is bound to get lonely. Ryou decides he should get a boyfriend for Shiro, and he found the perfect one. Keith has been recently released from the psych ward. He had no family or friends. He was fired from his job and probably couldn’t even pay for his hospital bill or antidepressants he clearly needed. They could keep each other company. Their living quarters would be cozy, the basement wasn’t tiny by any means…but two people trapped on the same floor, they’d have to share. Ryou wasn’t a monster, the basement was nicer than any apartment that either could afford. The chains were temporary, an exercise of trust if you will. They’ve had yet to earn his. Dark fic OBVIOUSLY (Chapters TBD)

Strength in Gentleness – Shiatsu massage therapist & Reiki master Shiro/autistic Keith. Modern setting. Keith often hangs out at his mom’s work. Recently her and Kolivan’s business has moved location and joined with Allura’s salon. They also hired a new bodyworker that Keith develops a crush on. Fluffy, slice of life, hurt/comfort, humor. Music heavy, I kid you not, every chapter will have a playlist. Lots of cute Krolia and Keith moments. Giving all “The Blades” a happy lifetime. Probably the fluffiest thing I’ll ever write. It won’t be 100% free of trauma, but Shiro has healed and Keith and Krolia have processed their grief. Anxiety and meltdowns can get a bit intense. (Chapters TBD)

The Ring – Boxer Shiro/body worker-therapist Keith. Modern setting. Cute and smutty. Slight whump cause boxing injuries. (Chapters TBD)

Galaxy University – College AU, teacher Shiro/student Keith. Modern setting. Angst. (Chapters TBD)

Vanitas no carte:

I Trust you to Kill Me – Canon divergent AU. Vanitas turns into a vampire. All he knows is his craving for blood has taken over his life. He’s not a curse bearer but he fears he might as well be. Worse yet, he can no longer assist Jeanne, he tries to obtain a solution that works for them both. Noé confesses his feelings and tries to keep Vanitas alive. Angst, whump, smut, romance. Vanoe, possible vanijeanne (Chapters TBD)

#cielpansyhive #some of these might sound familiar from 2018/2019 #some I haven't talked about before #I make notation of cis Keith cause 98% of the time I write him as trans #though not stated in the summaries BB ITWS and Another Life Ciel are all trans #Another Life Sebastian is nonbinary #Free Love has multiple trans and nonbinary characters #not all themes and warnings are tagged as this is just a general idea list #adult Ciel Phantomhive #sebaciel #sheith

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hettiesworld · 1 year ago

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Jeremy Renner

Coast

I'm Just Ken

Oodie-Boogie

Every Woman (Female OFC) | She's a Fire (sequel to Every Woman)

Music Sounds Better With You - 1 | 2 | 3

I... Don't Like Coffee (Female OFC)

Incredible Eyes

Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)

Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...

Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

bad idea right? (Female OFC)

Jeremy song fics masterlist

Clint Barton

I Need Therapy

Hide and Seek

Rise Up (Clintasha)

Mike McLusky

Sacrifice (male OFC)

Come as You Are (female OFC)

Chris Evans

I Recommend a Daddy

Pity Party

Lessons in Love

Other Jeremy characters

Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)

Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2

The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2

Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)

I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)

The Bodyguard (William Brandt)

War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2

Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)

Misc characters/actors

Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)

Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)

When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)

Invisible Touch (human!Vision)

S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)

Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Unnamed (Charles Xavier)

You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)

Say So (Colin Shea)

Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)

Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)

The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)

Asks

Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight

Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day

Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel

Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine

Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time

Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)

Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader

#masterlist #jeremy renner #chris evans #marvel #mayor of kingstown #hettiesworld #clint barton x reader #clint barton #sebastian stan

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Your dissection of Any Old Port in a storm got me thinking.. which Columbo case do you think would have the most interesting court hearing? I assume as the Arresting Officer, Columbo has to be there and testify quite a bit. Which of these court hearings do you think would have the most comedic or dramatic potential?

you could make the case for most episodes due to the nature of the show, but i think any episode involving killers whose jobs revolve around justice would be a riot. leslie williams in ransom for a dead man. nelson hayward from candidate for crime. commissioner mark halperin from a friend in deed.

really high-profile celebrities like tommy brown in swan song, nora chandler in requiem for a falling star, and diamond/wheeler in forgotten lady would definitely have had overblown media circuses surrounding them.

imagine fred covering for ginger. which did almost happen...

as time goes on and the series crawls into the modern era of brain-poisoned sensationalizing, you can imagine lots of these trials going OJ-tier. hell, columbo cries wolf would still be talked about on true crime podcasts today.

the glove fits, your honor...

#columbo #ask #text

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Gregory: You would never believe how that got taken btw.

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Well now I’m interested.

William A.: I guess our listening ears a running mouth isn’t it kid?

Gregory: So let me set the scene: It’s 2:00am and I was about to head to bed for the night after playing games. When I got a ringer from none other than Mr. Afton. Not Micheal, William himself. So I’m thinking it could be an emergency.

William A.: I considered it pretty urgent.

Gregory: So I pick up and all I hear in other end is “Meet me at this address and hurry.”

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Pretty ominous.

Gregory: So I took Vanessa’s car, and speeding down the road probably going 85mph or so, because I think that William finally ticked someone, and is being held ransom.

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Right especially with the tone of things.

Gregory: Tell why I pulled to the building and I see this… ogre in the parking lot with an Amazon box in his hand, and tripod in front of him?

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Oh boy.

William A.: Kid whether you were angry or not you have to admit, that the picture came out looking spectacular, truly spectacular… mostly because I was in it.

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Is that why you look so angry in that picture?

Gregory: Yes, because I had to be up 2am sharp. I was under the impression there was an emergency. Meanwhile the only thing in danger was my mental well being.

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): Too much Afton would do that to a person.

William A.: In my opinion you guys don’t have enough of me. I’m the best the very best that a guy could be. Just imagine if we were roommates or something in college or a house.

Cassidy (vengeful spirit): *Cringed more harder*

Gregory: I’m probably on a watchlist over there.

I'm sorry but a split cringing is so funny to me for some reason

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headconons #fnaf cassidy #fnaf william afton #fnaf gregory

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This animated take on Oliver Twist re-imagines Oliver as an adorable orphaned kitten who struggles to survive in New York City and falls in with a band of canine criminals led by an evil human. First, Oliver meets Dodger, a carefree mutt with street savoir faire. But when Oliver meets wealthy Jenny on one of the gang’s thieving missions, his life changes forever. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Oliver (voice): Joey Lawrence Dodger (voice): Billy Joel Tito (voice): Cheech Marin Einstein (voice): Richard Mulligan Francis (voice): Roscoe Lee Browne Rita (voice): Sheryl Lee Ralph Fagin (voice): Dom DeLuise Roscoe (voice): Taurean Blacque Desoto (voice): Carl Weintraub Sykes (voice): Robert Loggia Jenny (voice): Natalie Gregory Winston (voice): William Glover Georgette (voice): Bette Midler (voice): Deborah Gates Additional Voice (voice): Charles Bartlett Additional Voice (voice): Jonathan Brandis Additional Voice (voice): Kal David Additional Voice (voice): Marcia Del Mar Additional Voice (voice): Victor DiMattia Additional Voice (voice): Judi M. Durand Additional Voice (voice): Greg Finley Additional Voice (voice): Javier Grajeda Louie the Sausage Vendor (voice): Frank Welker Additional Voices (voice): Nancy Parent Rita (singing voice) (uncredited): Ruth Pointer Additional Voices (voice): J.D. Hall Film Crew: Screenplay: James Mangold Novel: Charles Dickens Story: Roger Allers Editor: Mark A. Hester Screenplay: Tim Disney Animation: Chris Buck Editor: James Melton Songs: Howard Ashman Original Music Composer: J.A.C. Redford Songs: Billy Joel Director: George Scribner Screenplay: Jim Cox Songs: Barry Manilow Producer: Kathleen Gavin Character Designer: Glen Keane Songs: Huey Lewis Other: Alan Smart Layout: Bill Perkins Animation: Anthony DeRosa Animation: Jay Jackson Color Designer: Maria Gonzalez Animation Manager: Pat Sito Movie Reviews: CinemaSerf: I suppose it was only a matter of time before this classic Charles Dickens story got the Disney treatment – but given that it’s completely devoid of any darkness or eeriness, this rather too cheerful and vibrant pet-fest doesn’t really work for me. The eponymous kitten is adopted by a gang of dogs that, much like “Fagin’s Boys” in the book, engage in a bit of petty crime for their boss “Fagin” who, himself, lives in terror of the malevolent “Sykes”. When the latter cottons on that “Oliver” has been adopted into a wealthy home, he insists that “Fagin” enact a trap to lure “Jenny” from her luxury mansion so he can ransom her back to her dad. It falls to “Oliver” and his canine companions to thwart this dastardly plan. You can’t really fault the quality of the animation and an array of musicians including Barry Manilow and Dan Hartman are behind the songs that won’t exactly stick in your mind afterwards, but that do help to keep this amiable production rolling along. Sadly, though, it’s all just way too predictably light and fluffy and takes just a little too much of a factory approach to one of the more substantial stories of English literature. Younger kids may like it though – it’s pretty joyous and extols the virtues of loyalty, team playing and friendship and it’s not without the odd laugh to two.

#absent parent #based on novel or book #butler #chihuahua #doberman #dog #great dane #kitten #musical #new york city #poodle #Top Rated Movies

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byneddiedingo · 2 years ago

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George Clooney in Hail, Caesar! (Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 2016)

Cast: Josh Brolin, George Clooney, Alden Ehrenreich, Ralph Fiennes, Scarlett Johansson, Tilda Swinton, Channing Tatum, Frances McDormand, Jonah Hill. Screenplay: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen. Cinematography: Roger Deakins. Production design: Jess Gonchor. Film editing: Joel Coen, Ethan Coen. Music: Carter Burwell.

With Hail, Caesar! Joel and Ethan Coen return to Old Hollywood, the scene of one of their earliest films, the dark horror-comedy Barton Fink (1991), this time to give us what appears to be a cotton-candy fantasia on movie genres. But Hail, Caesar! in its sly way it reveals the grip that Hollywood myth and history have on our imaginations, using parodies of Hollywood genre films not just to send up their absurdities but also to show how deeply they color our dreams. At the same time, it explores Hollywood history -- the hold the old studios had on actors' lives, the role of publicity and gossip in creating and destroying stars, the interaction with politics during the Red Scare of the late '40s and '50s -- and combines it with the parody sequences to create a movie that turns out to be a parody of movies about The Movies, a genre that includes everything from the many versions of A Star Is Born to Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen, 1952) to, well, Barton Fink. The individual parodies -- the biblical epic, the drawing room drama based on a Broadway hit, the singing-cowboy Western, the Esther Williams extravaganza, the sailors-on-a-spree musical -- are all spot on. But it takes a special audacity -- something the Coens have never lacked -- to send up the anti-communist hysteria that led to the HUAC investigation and the blacklist. The Coens do it by treating the paranoid suspicion that left-wingers were undermining the American Way of Life by injecting Marxism into the movies as if it were real. So we have a communist cell made up of writers who kidnap a movie star for ransom, and another star who defects to the Soviets when the writers row him out to a submarine at night. It's a reductio ad absurdum of Cold War hysteria, as brilliantly handled by the Coens as it was by Stanley Kubrick in Dr. Strangelove (1964). The Coens also tease us by dropping the names of real people into the script. Josh Brolin plays a studio production chief and fixer named Eddie Mannix, which is the name of a real-life Hollywood fixer who kept wayward stars out of the headlines, and he reports to a studio executive in New York named Nick Schenck, the name of the president of Loew's, Inc., which owned MGM. One of the members of the communist cell in the film, a professor "down from Stanford," is called Herbert Marcuse (John Bluthal), the name of a Marxist philosopher popular with the New Left of the 1960s. It's a film of wonderful cameos, including George Clooney as the kidnapped star, Scarlett Johansson as the Esther Williams equivalent, Ralph Fiennes as the director Laurence Laurentz, and Channing Tatum emulating Gene Kelly as the singing and dancing sailor. Tilda Swinton plays the film's competing gossip columnists, Thora and Thessaly Thacker, based on the notoriously powerful Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons. By making them twins, the Coens seem to have conflated them with the competing advice columnists Abigail Van Buren and Ann Landers, née Pauline and Esther Friedman. Hail, Caesar! got a mixed reception from critics and was a box office disappointment, but I think it's ripe for rediscovery.

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The Enduring Mystery of D.B. Cooper: New Evidence and Insights into America’s Most Elusive Hijacker

The story of D.B. Cooper is one of America’s most captivating unsolved mysteries. On November 24, 1971, a man known only as Dan Cooper hijacked a Northwest Orient Airlines flight, extorted $200,000 in ransom money, and then vanished into the night by parachuting out of the plane somewhere over the rugged terrain of the Pacific Northwest. Despite a massive FBI investigation, his identity and ultimate fate remain unknown.

Recently, new evidence and theories have emerged, reigniting public fascination and offering fresh perspectives on this infamous case. From the rediscovery of a parachute tied to the hijacking to compelling new research about the ransom money and Cooper’s possible identity, the puzzle continues to intrigue investigators and armchair detectives alike.

The Parachute: A Critical Clue

A key focus of the mystery revolves around the parachute Cooper used during his daring escape. According to a recent report by Yahoo News, investigators have located what might be the exact parachute Cooper used in his jump. This discovery has added a significant piece to the puzzle, as the condition of the parachute could provide clues about whether Cooper survived his treacherous descent into dense forests and freezing temperatures.

Interestingly, experts noted that Cooper deliberately selected one of the older, non-steerable parachutes provided to him, rejecting a more modern and maneuverable option. Some theorists speculate this could mean Cooper had limited parachuting experience and chose the more basic option to avoid complications. However, others argue it was part of a calculated plan to leave as little traceable evidence as possible.