#there are better and very comprehensive summaries out there so i'm not gonna get into it with any seriousness

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[astraule]

"I Want You"

Pairing: Neteyam x Reader Song: Cornflower Blue - Flower Face “Moonlight paints your skin cornflower blue. You love me ‘til you wear me out.” Tags: 18+, aged up characters, self-consciousness, size difference, size kink, virginity and innocence, talking you through it, fingering, PIV. Translation: Ikran (banshee), Tewng (loincloth), Sweyn nga kxuke (keep you safe), Yawntu (beloved), Nga fyep ma txe’lan (you hold my heart), Palulukan (thanator). Y/N: She/Her human-avatar hybrid reader. (human body and height with avatar details like markings, tail, and cue). Word Count: 1.7 K Summary: As the group journeyed into the Hallelujah Mountains, Neteyam stopped in the forest of bioluminescence to reveal his heart to you. He was taken by your beauty, but you were wary, fearful of your differences and uncertain destiny. With tension lost, your soft touches became passionate ones, strengthening your connection. On the way back to High Camp, Kiri saw your disheveled look, which intrigued her and Lo'ak. Their realization made them laugh and led to shock, especially given the uncomfortable tension between you, Neteyam, and Kiri. The initial dialogues are in Na’vi, but they are clearly presented in English for better comprehension. I’ve chosen to retain a few Na’vi terms to add a playful touch to the fanfic.

3RD POV: (High Camp Biolab)

"How many times do we have to remind you all to take the long way around?" A female voice echoed through the biolab, catching your attention. Kiri mimicked the voice with an exaggerated eye roll as she reached for a CO2 mask, joined by Lo'ak and Neteyam. Meanwhile, Spider peeled off his exopack and savored a gulp of fresh air. Unlike you, who'd had no problem breathing inside under cover of the humans, and outside on Pandora.

"What are you all here?" You asked, rising off the ground as you stood beside Spider. "You know Kiri; she can't resist visiting Grace every single day," Lo'ak replied as he watched Kiri perch on top of Grace's tank. "And we thought you might want to join us for some fun," Neteyam added.

As Neteyam spoke, you looked over at Max, silently seeking his approval. "I don't see why not," he replied, returning to his tasks. Spider chimed in, teasingly questioning, "You still need to ask for permission?" With a smirk, you crossed your arms and shot back, "I'm a vital part of the biolab; what if they need me and I'm not around?"

You and Spider shared a bond to that of siblings, having been at the biolab since the very beginning of your lives. The story of your creation is a complex one; it all began when a group of scientists experimented with human and avatar DNA, leading to the unexpected emergence of your egg in one of the tanks. When you were an embryo, you had a humanly figure but shortly after that, your tail and cue began to develop. By the time you were fully formed, you left everyone in awe, an astonishing amalgamation of human and avatar characteristics.

From that day on, you and Spider grew up together, learning English and Na'vi at the same time. When you met the Sully kids, a strong friendship was born that has lasted ever since, clearly going into adulthood.

(Hallelujah Mountains)

"Why do we have to check out the ikrans when we already have ours?" you asked, trotting to catch up with Neteyam while following Lo'ak, Kiri, and Spider. "Well, you see, Spider is once more painting our marks on himself and we want to see if he will actually get recognized by ikrans this time," Lo'ak added with a smile. "Fair warning, it's probably gonna go sideways," Kiri commented.

"Good luck to you," you said, crossing your arms. Just then, Neteyam caught your arm, halting your steps. "What are you doing?" you began, but he cut you off. "Forget about these fools and their nonsense; I have something to show you."

(Bioluminescent Forest)

"Wait… how can this be? Is it already night?" you asked, looking around in shock as Neteyam shook his head. "Not at all, the trees are just so tall; they block out all sunlight that could shine down on us."

"The view is so beautiful," you said, bending down to stroke a bright tuft of grass that glimmered emerald green. "Not as beautiful as you," Neteyam said, his eyes moving from your back down to the bend in your leg. You spun around, your curiosity piqued. "Huh?" you hummed, catching Neteyam gaze fixed on you, his eyes tracing the cascade of hair down your back. "Seriously, Y/N, you can't tell me you haven't seen the way I look at you," he said, the faintest hint of color rising in your cheeks.

“Stop it with the jokes," you were saying just before your body hit the ground illuminating the green grass under you with Neteyam on top of you. "I swear, I'm not joking, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with a bit of concern. "Neteyam…", you breathed out, your heart racing. "Believe me, I can't keep these feelings for you to myself any longer." Neteyam replied, swallowing hard as your gaze dropped, noticing the outline pressing against his tewng.

"Neteyam, we can't do this," you said, trying to turn away from him. "Why not?" he asked, his huge tail, much thicker and longer than yours, wrapping itself around your slim left leg. "Your parents, your siblings" you replied, setting your gaze forward so you could look into his eyes.

"You really think I want to hide my feelings for you? That ship has already sailed," he said with a warm smile directed at you. "Neteyam, this isn't how it should be. You're Na'vi, and I'm just an abomination. You deserve someone who can provide a legacy worthy of the son of the olo'eytan," you replied. Unbeknownst to everyone else, but deep down, you had feelings for Neteyam for a very long period of time, you knew it could never be.

"Why would you think such a thing about yourself? Why would I seek a successor if it can't be with the woman I truly love and cherish?" he said, his hand gently cupping your cheek, covering the entire side of your face. A child born to a Na'vi in a human-like body caused you fear, you did not know of the possibilities ahead of what could happen.

"Neteyam, I am-," you said, about to further your message when he hushed you with "you’re small, I know,” calmly trying to calm your fears. "We cannot afford the luxury of not taking into consideration what may happen." Your eyes had welled up with tears as you replied, "I love you, Neteyam, but I’ll feel so worthless if I’m unable to bear your children." He looked at you with sincerity and said, "Y/N, you, the woman I love, were born in a science lab. So why can't our children be the same?”

You began to voice your apprehensions, saying, "and what if I accidentally-," but he cut you off with a soft kiss on the forehead that seemed to envelop you. "Eywa sweyn nga kxuke," he murmured, looking into your eyes. It felt like at this moment, all your fears fled, leaving behind only the desire to be at his side.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "I will keep you safe." His warm tongue caressed your soft lips with gentle strokes, and you buried your fingers into his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin, eliciting a soft wince from him. Your lips parted, and with the opening, your gaze locked into his as you whispered, "Neteyam, please take care of me." The lust in your eyes was clear, wordlessly inviting him to take every possibility of you.

He soothed you reassuringly, hissing, "I'll take care of you, yawntu," as his huge hand came to rest on your small belly, his thumb drawing soft circles for a moment. Then, with slow intention, he slid his hand to the knots of your loincloth, loosening them gently and moving it aside. The loincloth hadn't covered that much anyway, but why not enjoy the sight of the one he loved in all her beauty?

Neteyam noticed the flush on your cheeks and smiled. "There’s no reason to feel shy, you’re beautiful." He loosened his loincloth, showing himself. He saw a different sort of fear in your eyes and muttered, "I'll prepare you for what's to come," as his hand slid to caress the warmth between your legs, wringing a soft whimper from your lips.

"Teyam," you whispered, your hand closing around his forearm. "Don't worry, I’ve got you," he said, his finger tentatively probing at your entrance causing you to wince a bit. As inexperienced as you were, you couldn’t help but wonder if one of his fingers was this intense then two would equal the girth of an average man.

Your thoughts were briefly interrupted as his finger moved slowly inside you, not trying to find necessarily anything but instead adjusting you perfectly for him. Your breath quickened, letting out soft gasps every time Neteyam paused before continuing his motions. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, my dear; I really don’t want to hurt you,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaning in to capture your lips with his.

His massive, cat-like tongue glided over your lips before diving into your mouth, completely dominating the moment. Your small tongue quickly gave into his as the kiss deepened. With his tongue filling your mouth, you didn’t notice his other finger slipping inside you until he pulled away, and the sensation hit you hard. It made you arch your back a bit, a blend of pleasure and discomfort flooding through you. His arm encircled your back, holding you steady as he placed soft kisses along your neck.

Neteyam's breath brushed against your neck as he whispered, “Nga fyep ma txe’lan,” sending a thrilling shiver down your spine while his fingers caressed within you gently. This was the moment you had always envisioned, and the depth of Neteyam's feelings for you made it even more overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you struggled to hold back a sniffle. A look of concern crossed his face as he paused, gazing at you with worry. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, brushing away tears with the back of your hand, as you pleaded softly, "I want you, please." The urgency in your voice caught Neteyam's interest, his ears perked up with curiosity. He withdrew his fingers slowly, only to plunge himself into you halfway, making a gasp tumble out of your lips.

"The sounds we're creating will make the rest of Pandora's creatures believe that we're not so different from them." Neteyam grunted, sensing how your walls tightened around him. "At least they'll leave us alone," you said, peering up at him with streaming eyes and a running nose. This was the very image that Neteyam cherished.

(High Camp)

"Neteyam, Y/N? Where did you two go?" Kiri asked, her eyes narrowing at your tousled state. Your hair was in knots, and hickeys marked your neck and scratches on Neteyam's back. You looked like you had just crawled out of a fight with a palulukan. "You've been gone for an hour-" Lo'ak began, it didn’t take him long to realize. He looked at Spider, and they shared a knowing look before bursting out laughing.

Kiri stared at them in shock, her face changing as the realization dawned on her. "Oh Eywa, really? That is repulsive," she cried, looking back and forth between you and Neteyam. "You're my brother, and you're my best friend," she insisted, affirming your relationship with both of them. "I never wish to hear of that again," she finished, as your cheeks flushed with shame as Neteyam sympathetically patted you on the back.

It took me long enough to get all of this together, but I had my idea and wasn't about to let that prevent me. I hope everyone enjoyed the read.

[reddesires]

RUINS.

Chapter 1: What Are The Chances?

Pairing: Noa x Human!Reader

Rating: No Warnings.

Summary: Could there be a world that would be accepting of kinship between an ape and a human? It's only by chance that you came across him, an ape who craves more of the outside world beyond his clans borders. Will there be common ground, or will your past prevent you from making the same mistakes?

A/N: *whispers* is tensions rising? I think it is! Sunset Trio, my babies fr fr 🤧 I promise it's gonna start getting good, I'm just building up the rhythm of the story, I'm looking to add depth to the Reader by giving a back story and such. I really do have some good tropes I'm gonna be adding to this story! Eek, I'm so excited!

Noa, Soona, and Anaya were strictly forbidden on ever approaching the ruins by the Elders, Noa abided by their laws with obstinate obedience, there was no reason to stray from the laws he was taught since he was a child, he was the son of the Master of birds, there was a different standard he had to uphold of himself, the need to impress his father since he was young overshadowing his every action throughout most of his life.

Now that he's seen the outside world for what it is and learning what it takes to be the leader that he could potentially be, he wants to learn all there is about this world that lay beyond the clan’s lands, meeting both Raka and Mae has drastically changed his perspective on the life they could conceivably have, building the village up with his comprehensive knowledge.

He wandered through these ruined structures, on a mission to bring his people back home but now as he stands before the crumbling formations, he takes in just how massive they are and wonders of the history it holds in its stone walls, just how much intelligence the people who built them long before his time, the memories they withheld as time eroded their substantial walls.

It was very different compared to their own architecture and he wondered of the materials that were used to build this mastery that still stood in the face of time, something he couldn't help but admire as he observed the greenery that ascended up the entirety of the form.

Anaya and Soona stood a few yards in front of him, also acknowledging the giant structure in all its ruined glory, the valley finally theirs to take in with gleeful wonder, the absolute enigma that they were forbidden to ever come close to, feelings of childlike fascination encapsulating them.

They look back to Noa with brimming excitement. “Noa, come!” Anaya called bounding forward, Soona following close behind. He watches as Anaya expertly scales up the walls, when he reaches a decent height above he looks out at the landscape in the distance, admiring the stretch of mainland that extends to the coast harboring the sea beyond that, he remembered the coast as he was dragged by Sylva with Mae close behind, the unfamiliar feeling of the grainy sensation under his feet the memory tainted by the tightness of the rope tied around his wrists, he one day wanted to travel back to reclaim those memories for better ones, preferably by his own choice.

“You're too slow, Noa!” He yells down to him, a goofy grin lining his face, Soona scolds Anaya smacking the back of his head fighting back a grin of her own as he leaned too far from the safety of the structure for her liking.

Noa has always thought of this moment, a time where him being able to experience and explore the lands that laid past the borders of the clan, the old him was content with following the law given by the Elders, there was no ‘why’ it was just law, it was law to always leave behind 1 egg in the wild eagles nest, it was law to not go past the borders.

After the liberation of his clan and the rebuilding of their home, he came out on the side with a different motives, he questioned the world around him, he wanted to know the answers to everything he could possibly learn, Raka taught him the words of Caesar and he's thought back on it often, wondering just how much significance those words could possibly course his life, extending a olive branch to Mae by giving her Caesar's pendant a moving stone of his want for a peaceful world, a life both for ape and humankind.

As he looks up, taking in the sight of his friends above him, he grabs onto the foliage covering that lined the structure, pulling and pushing his way up, his spread feet gripping onto the ledge and jumping up towards the height they sat on awaiting his arrival. “Who would've known we'd see this” Soona speaks, her hand reaching out almost as if she was showcasing the sight before them, the feeling of reverence overtaking him as his green eyes followed the dawn of light from the cracking skies, the cloud taking in the coloration of the heavens.

“Elders forbid adventure, boring. Now, Noa Clan Leader, we can explore outside world.” Anaya remarks as he observes the inside of the structure, the cracked and water stained walls lined with green vines giving off a rustic and derelict kind of beauty, his hand tracing the half paneled floors. The unsettled creaking released under his footsteps, the wind resembling the rushing sound of a stream from this high up, the valley a host of diffident sound.

“Elders didn't know or didn't want to know, I do.” Noa states, he wanted to be different to the Elders, he refused to be confined to old traditions and laws, he wanted to be more than that. A future full of knowledge from expeditions of the outside world, keeping an open mind to those who could possibly help advance their education, they don't have to seclude themselves anymore, they have room to learn and he's determined to make it happen.

“We'll always follow you” Soona affirms, her hand reassuringly squeezing his upper arm, Anaya chitters his arm thrown across Noa's shoulders. “Follow the leader.” Noa only rolls his eyes, his head following the movement in exaggeration to his words.

“Nothing has changed.. I am the same Noa.” He's felt uncomfortable with the thought of having a higher status now as Clan Leader, the towering prospect that he'll have to fill in the position his father withheld for so long, he was supposed to learn all there was to know from his father but now he's learning as he goes, the mistakes overshadowing his every action, his choices not only affect him but his loved one and the members of the clan, it's a difficult pill to swallow and the self deprecated thoughts obscure his mind but he'll have no choice but accept his imperative role as Master of Birds.

“Yeah, same stupid Noa.” Anaya brings him into a headlock, wrangling him in his grip, they hoot and holler as they play into the monkeyshines, Soona exasperatedly watching from the sidelines laughing when Anaya jumps off Noa's back and grabbing on to the sturdy vines, swinging a foot away from him cackling. “Anaya the stupid one.” Noa says, shaking his head, looking at the vines testing the sturdiness of them, the gears turning in his head.

They were only half way up the formation and he admired just how much nature has engulfed the area, the ruins carrying the accents of green as far as the eye can see, the room they were standing in held no remnants of another living being occupying the space but he could see scorches on the floor near the middle of the room, almost as if there was a fire place that was once placed there.

In the corner of the room, there's a sheet of cloth in what seemed like a makeshift bed but he didn't smell anything unusual, just a waft of mint that lingered within the space so he didn't bring his observations to Soona and Anaya's attention. If there was someone here at some point, then they must have moved on long ago. But were they of human or ape descent?

The question gnawed at his subconscious as he knelt picking up a rock formated into a spear head, the rough edges digging into the tough skin of his fingers, there was a hole drilled in the crevice of the top, he was sure it was once a necklace, a K initial carved into the center. A unknown feeling of desolation washed over him as he turned the stone in his fingers, he doesn't linger any longer as he places it in his satchel, this stone had a meaning and he was unsure whether he'll ever find answers to it but the compelling feeling to keep it with him overtook his senses.

“Race you to the top!” Anaya declares already swinging his way up to the upper level, Noa quickly following behind soona as she curves behind the pillar and up the tendril, her voice resonant as she calls Anaya's name. Noa feels hesitant as he looks up at the levels above him, but he pushes it aside, following after his friends, joining their hooting laughter. He felt off as if he was missing something, a presence that sent a chill up his spine, though it could possibly be a figment of his own mind, his thoughts obscured and potent as the feeling stuck to the corners of his thoughts.

As they climbed their way through the levels of the structure, what could it be? What had him feel as he was on the cusp of eager fascination, cocooning his intrigue to the unknown, was it this structure, or was it something else? His train of thought was cut off when the stone of the ledge crumbled under the weight of his hand, a screech bellowed from him as he felt his body fall through the air, his body became a numb husk as he felt the his weightlessness descent, his body automatically trying to grasp onto anything by innate need to save himself from this cruel and unprophetsized end.

Just when he thought he was a goner and there was no hope of anything materializing before him, that he'll meet his end just when he thought this was the beginning for not only him but his village, the village that needed him to lead them into a brighter future, a future that would make his mother and father proud of his accomplishments as the newly appointed Master of Birds, he felt the warmth and desperate struggling strength of someone else grabbing onto his forearm.

A dark figure cascaded by a hood shadowing over their face, their hands digging into his forearm hard enough to get to his skin. he could hear their grunt of exertion carrying his dead weight, Noa stared up at them with stunned silence, his voice giving out at this humanoid figure. As the person pulled him up with whatever strength they could muster, their hood flew back from the harsh winds coming in revealing their face, it truly was an Echo, an Echo he felt the presence of but had no idea they were truly there.

The way their hair flew back from the wind breezing in, their eyes holding a panicked urgency down at him, their teeth biting down on their plush lips, the bluntness of their teeth shining through the gap.

“Mind giving me a little help?” You heavily breathe, your feet skidding on the concrete as you continue pulling him half way into the space, the struggle clear in by the way the veins bulging from the tops of your hands, your head cocked to the right at the strain. He could feel himself nod as his free hand pulled him further up, the stupor still encrusting his every move in doing so.

Soona and Anaya holler for him, hurriedly climbing their way down, he still hasn't mustered up his voice in answering their desperate calls, he's too much mystified by you, by your presence.

“Are you okay?..” The softness of your voice and the fidget in your movements captures his attention. What are the chances that an Echo would save him? He knew that something was amiss when looking into the expanse of that area. He had a feeling of your presence, but he never would have thought he would find you.

Another intelligent being that went out of your way to saving him, the words of Proximus' echoing in his mind ‘where there's one, there's more.’ he was right, there was more intelligent humans out there, and you just so happened to be one who saved his life. What are the chances?

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

All in the Family: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Now that God is back in the game, the hunt for his sister is afoot. They need a plan to rescue Lucifer from her in hopes he'll aid in the fight against her. Meanwhile, you're just realizing that your perfect little family isn't all that it seems.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author's Note: For the very end of this fic, I drew inspiration from Ariana Grande's song "Saturn Returns Interlude" from her Eternal Sunshine album. Go listen to it!

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"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asks, still holding the glowing amulet.

"I'm happy to fill in the blanks, but maybe we should go somewhere where we could actually sit down," Chuck says.

"We're not going anywhere with you. How do we even know that you're really Chuck and not just some," Chuck snaps his fingers and suddenly, they're in the Bunker's war room, "crazy spell or manifestation."

Sam and Dean look around them in shock. How can they be in Idaho one second and be in the Bunker the next? Someone appears behind Chuck, and the brothers gasp when they see it's Kevin.

"Kevin?" Sam asks.

"Guys! You're looking stressed. Especially you," he says to Dean. "It's cool. Trust Chuck. Whatever it is he needs you to do, he must think you can handle it. I always trusted you."

"Yeah, look where it got you."

"How did you... Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, you know, given the circumstances."

"I don't mean to interrupt," Chuck says, "but we have kind of a plateful here. Kevin, you've been in the veil long enough. It's time you had an upgrade."

Chuck waves his hand and Kevin turns into a glowing white ball. That's his soul. It swirls around the room before ascending through the ceiling.

"Holy shit," Dean mutters.

Looks like they believe Chuck is God.

"Wow, um, Chuck," Sam stutters. "Well, I guess we don't call you that, huh?"

"I prefer it."

"Okay, uh, 'Chuck' it is." Sam sighs. "I'm sorry. You're gonna have to, uh, give Dean and me a moment to start to process. We didn't even know you were around. I mean, we knew about Chuck, but we just didn't know about... Chuck. I mean, I was hoping you were around. I prayed and I... but I don't know if they got, uh, lost in the spam or if—"

"Sam?"

Sam looks at his brother. "Yeah?"

"Babbling."

"Okay."

"I'm getting that not everyone's totally on board," Chuck says, looking at Dean.

"Here's the thing, um... Chuck. I mean no disrespect. Um... I'm guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that's great. That's, you know, fantastic. Um, but you've been gone a... long, long time. There's so much shit that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars and slaughters. You were, I don't know, writing books and going to fan conventions. Were you even aware or did you just tune it out?"

"I was aware, Dean."

Dean turns angry, but it's a calm kind of anger which means he's pissed. "People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name. You let my wife walk around soulless for a year and endure all that trauma... for what? You let your sister kill my son!"

"You're frustrated and angry. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on, real hands-on for ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, and punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created would grow up. It only stayed the same, and I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. It's enabling."

"It didn't get better!"

"I've been mulling it over, and from where I sit, I think it has."

"Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it," Dean glares.

"I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad. You have to understand this about the Darkness. She's relentless, a force beyond human comprehension. It's the only reason I came off the sidelines."

"It must have been great being her brother, huh?" Sam scoffs.

"It was the worst. She was always telling me what to do and making me do what she wanted. I mean, you guys know how that works."

"Where is she?" Dean asks after a pause.

"No freaking idea, fellas. She's warded herself specifically against me. What have you come up with?"

"Nothing, and we've been at it for months. She has my wife."

"I know. I've always had faith in you even if you didn't return the favor. Where's the guest room? I could use a shower."

Sam and Dean look at each other in confusion.

"Um, it's... just down the hallway. The fourth door on the left."

Chuck turns to leave but Dean stops him again. "You know that she's got Lucifer, right?"

"Yes."

"The way we heard it, the last time when you bottled up the Darkness, it took more than just you. I mean, we heard that Lucifer was involved."

Chuck's voice hardens. "No."

"No?"

"Lucifer was perhaps my greatest hope and my bitterest disappointment. Do you think if I could have trusted him for a moment, I would have put him in the Cage? I wasn't gonna mention this, but thank you so much for springing him. Now, as bad as he was, after all this time in prison, he's probably worse. By now, he could have formed an alliance with Amara. I'm not walking into that trap, guys. So, no."

Chuck is right, Amara has warded herself against him. She won't let him get to what he really wants... Lucifer. She has him tied to railings so he can't go anywhere. Not like he can do much damage from where he's at. She's beaten him so badly with her power plus your magic that it's taking a lot out of him. Castiel is barely hanging on by a thread.

A line of magic connects her to Lucifer, and she sends black smoke across the makeshift bridge to attack Lucifer. He tips his head back and screams in pain.

"End your suffering, Lucifer. Call out to him. Beg him to save you."

Lucifer laughs. "You want me to beg Daddy to come rescue his fuck-up of a son? I'm no fan of Pops, but he did make all of, you know, everything. That's something that you could never do because all you ever wanted was nothing. It's not too inspiring, is it? You're strong, Amara. You may even defeat him, but you will never be him."

She pulls back your magic and looks at the entrance to the warehouse she's stuffed him in. The fog she sent across the country has worked, but there are places where it hasn't, and those are the places where Chuck has been.

"Something is out there," she says.

"Hmm, always is," Lucifer croaks out.

"This is new. Something's changed."

"Maybe Dad picked up on your latest slaughterfest."

"Spoiled brat," she growls. "I needed solitude and he needed a fan club, so he made all that. Then when I complained, he stuffed me in a hole for eons with your help."

"Stop whining."

"I don't need this."

She swipes her hand in the air which knocks Lucifer out. He hangs limply from his binds. Dean hasn't stopped looking for Amara in the days that have followed. She has to be somewhere, and it has to be on Earth. All of the Men of Letters' scanners aren't doing shit, but they have to pick up something, right? She has to leave behind something... right?

"Come on, Amara. Where are you?"

"Dean."

He looks up and sees you standing at the entrance of the library.

"Y/N?" he gasps.

"Guess again," she smiles.

"Amara. I'm assuming you're not really here."

"No, but I had to come see you. I've missed you, Dean. It's been a while since we've spoken. I'm aware my brother has surfaced. If you should cross paths, if he should reach out to you, he should know this. Lucifer, his favorite, isn't doing so well." Right next to her, Castiel appears broken and bruised. "By choosing to ignore me, my brother is allowing this to happen. Y/N's magic really has come in handy. These and... other things. I thought you should know."

In the next second, she's gone. He blinks rapidly and looks around the empty library. Molly and the kids are still sleeping, thankfully, so he doesn't have to worry about them crossing paths with Chuck. He gets up and walks into the war room to see his brother looking at something on his laptop.

"Anything?"

"No. I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but for once, I actually wish Rowena was here. I mean, maybe she could track down Amara. She's done it before."

"Yeah, but you can bet she and the Book are gonna stay stashed until this whole thing is over. Where's Chuck?"

Sam shrugs. "Sleeping in, I guess."

"Does God sleep?"

"I know he takes really long showers."

"Right? He sings, too, like shitty old folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it three times."

Sam looks at his brother in shock. "You told God to cool it?"

"Yeah, I sleep."

"I know this is a really strange situation and all, but it's also really amazing, you know? I mean, it's God. There are so many things I want to ask him, like, uh, the planets. Why are they round? Or ears. I always thought they were strange—"

"Okay, fanboy, calm down," Dean rolls his eyes. "Let's stay focused. We got to find Lucifer before it's too late."

"Too late?"

"Sammy, Amara... she's in my head. She's popping up and talking to me. She's showing me visions of Lucifer. By Lucifer, I mean Cas, and he really looks like shit. She's doing a number on him. It doesn't help she has my wife's magic."

Sam notices Chuck walk into the room, and he nudges his brother to shut up. "Hey. Morning."

Dean does a double take. "Is that my robe?"

"I'm telling you guys, it's a mistake to get mixed up with Lucifer. As much as it pained me, I had to walk away. Too much drama. Do you have any bacon?"

"You eat bacon?"

"Yeah."

Sam's laptop pings a notification, and he looks at what just popped up.

"Hey, guys, this just came up. It looks like that fog, the Amara fog, hit another town. This one wasn't as lucky as the last one. Thousands died... Everybody died. Everyone except for one man."

"How'd you miss that one?" Dean asks Chuck.

"She's baiting me. I can't respond every time. I won't be manipulated."

"Thousands of people are dead."

"Unfortunately. So, find her."

Chuck walks off and Dean jogs after him to get in a private word.

"Hey, Chuck, listen. When you face off with your sister, you have to bring her out of my wife. I can't let her get hurt. Please."

"I'll do it," Chuck nods. "Find her first."

The best place to start looking for her is the town she hit last, but before Sam and Dean can leave, Dean walks to Molly's room and knocks.

"Come in." He opens the door and walks inside. "Hey, Dean."

"Hey, Sam and I are heading out for a case. Is there any way you can take the kids somewhere for today and possibly tomorrow? God is here, and I don't really trust him around them."

"I'm sorry," she chuckles, "did you say God?"

"Yes."

"Okay. No problem. We'll be out in an hour."

"Thanks."

Sam and Dean travel halfway across the country to get to the devastated town when they get a phone call from none other than Metatron himself.

"What?" Dean answers.

"I notice you've been in touch with Chuck. Well, I've got some information you're gonna need to know."

"Say it."

"No. It's got to be in person. It's something I got to show you."

"Okay, well, we're busy so either say it or stop bothering us."

Metatron doesn't say anything so Dean hangs up on him. The only survivor of the town was moved to the next one over with their police so that he could be questioned even though he had nothing to do with what happened. It's not why Sam and Dean are here. They're here because he's alive even after breathing in the fog. They intend to find out why.

x

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[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

fine line - a close reading

gonna cry bc i’m at the end, gonna cry bc it’s fine line.

(x x x)

want to give the same disclaimer as with lights up: this song is so layered, so multi-faceted, that i could never hope to give an exhaustive analysis. due to its vagueness and openness for interpretation, i assume that everyone, just like me, has their own ideas about it and has attached importance to it in ways that no one else’s words can or should alter. this song means the world to me for reasons that aren’t necessarily in this post, and that’s how it is with art that touches us deeply. i’ve tried my best to pull it apart, lay it bare, spread it open, if you will, so it’s almost as free as it can be for you all to form your own opinion on it. in the synthesis i will make my own conclusions, but feel free to ignore that if yours are totally different. i’m just one set of brain and heart taking in fine line and projecting whatever i think is right onto it. alright, let’s go

fine line, track 12

sung in falsetto

live version at the form: first verse not sung in falsetto - after first chorus goes into falsetto - like “thinking of her” has summoned her

live version at the form: first verse not sung in falsetto - after first chorus goes into falsetto - like “thinking of her” has summoned her

Put a price on emotion

pouring emotions into the art you create: how much is genuine / how much do you show - line between being authentic to your audience and giving away too much, wanting to keep things to yourself and not feeling truthful with what you’ve written

exploits of the industry: lay your soul bare - or the exact opposite, some pretend emotion - to score that hit

I'm looking for something to buy

cynical. emotions aren’t genuine, right? where can i go buy some?

～ lights up themes. fake life, industry, being a sell-out

You've got my devotion

But man, I can hate you sometimes

“you” = career, music, Harry Styles™. devoted to the craft, to the job, all the ups and downs of it, despite the hardships it brings 

“man” is deliberate: can be seen as an offhand interjection, like “man, that’s rough”, but nothing is casually placed in this song. “man” is: The Man, the heads in the industry, the people pulling the strings. The man in Harry, the man he’s been in the media all these years, the part he’s played/had to play, the man that’s in him

⟶ “hate you”: hate for industry shit, self-hate created by having to play pretend (～ only angel analysis, the persona of the Bukowski womaniser)

“sometimes” - it’s not fucked up all the time

“you” could also be a lover, but the sudden “hate” there then would be for that person, which is absent in any other song about them, doesn’t make any sense

I don't want to fight you

And I don't want to sleep in the dirt

like there’s a choice to me made, but he doesn’t want to make it: either I fight this “you” or I sleep in the dirt

“you” as the industry: if he doesn’t fight them, he might end up being a beggar, lose all his self-worth bc he gave in to everything they asked/told him to do

“you” as himself: fight your instincts, part of who you are/the persona. if he doesn’t fight to figure himself out, though, he fears he’ll also lose

“sleep in the dirt” as a sense of rejection, as well

We'll get the drinks in

So I'll get to thinking of her

drinks to cope - falling, only angel, from the dining table - or to be braver and confront emotions better - tbsl

who is “we”? who is “her”?

narrative of “you” as “lover” further disproven: if “I” and the lover get together over drinks and “I” starts thinking of “her”?

⟷ “her” could be the lover, but then who is “you”? the industry? some other person, besides that lover, harry is devoted to? multiple lovers, all of a sudden? no.

⟶ “I” and “you” are all harry, that get to thinking of “her” because she is in daydreams with him. the narrative that harry is fighting a part of him, the persona he has (had) to play bc of industry limits, makes most sense. that persona is within him now, and part of his work, but all of him, “we”, is begging to come into the light - of which she is a huge part

We'll be a fine line

balancing act. let everything coexist but pay attention that those lines don’t get crossed the wrong way. what we are, what i am, is a fine line between what makes us go under and what lets us thrive

we will be: determination to fulfil this prophecy, statement of fact “we always will be”

“we’ll be a fine line”: other way of interpreting it is that on both sides of that line is what entails “we”, all that is harry. what merges on that fine line is where it’s just right, when harry is fully himself in every way

“fine line” can also be an echo of criticism, bigotry, in the style of: it’s a fine line between being simply flamboyant and queer, between dressing like that and people thinking you’re a transvestite or summat (cause we wouldn’t want that, now, would we) - “we’ll be a fine line” could be owning all of it. putting himself in the middle of all those messy lines, as someone queer without a category

Test of my patience

patience with himself - kindness to self - took a long time to figure shit out and it was a challenge

waiting for change: industry and its allowances/openness

There's things that we'll never know

my favorite line

“we” = harry / harry and company / us in general, all of us listening 

～ tpwk “i don’t need all the answers”: deep sense of acceptance

peace to be found in accepting this!!

You sunshine, you temptress

“sunshine” - as in all the love songs (blue skies, sunflowers, summer days…): lover - possible that there are multiple “you”s in this song?

sunshine could ofc also be directed at the temptress, still

female “temptress” - “i’ll get to thinking of her” - she - it’s tempting for harry to think of her all the time, to lose himself in the “her” in him

other interpretation for “temptress”: woman he knows with negative influence in his life - resemblance to woman “you flower, you feast”, so echo of Bukowski ～ only angel, kiwi (my sunshine, my love, who is involved with this temptress…)

My hand’s at risk, I fold

⟷ tpwk “dropping into the deep end”

not showing his cards just yet / forfeits

anxious to show all of him, to take the chance, with all the risks and consequences involved

Crisp trepidation

I’ll try to shake this soon

nervousness, anxiety - about (not) taking (enough) chances, (not) laying himself bare (release of the album that reveals much more than before)

“crisp” fresh, this feeling is unfamiliar - change is coming “soon”

sense of agency: I can get rid of this feeling by my own volition and make these changes - hesitant, insecure: “try”

wants to be braver. he’s not going back, but still needs to calmly coax himself further and further into the light, out into the open (“we’ll be alright”)

Spreading you open

Is the only way of knowing you

(can anyone else hear “spread thin” like a whisper under “spreading”? or am i imagining things.)

“you” is back - the only way of knowing “you” is to spread them open - the physical

to spread someone open - very literal, don’t need to paint the picture, or to lay bare, to lay it all out 

⟶ “you” as himself - the only way of knowing who i am is by doing this: writing this album, performing these songs, letting others listen in and form their own interpretations, let this world grow where i’m laid bare and OPEN and exist as this person who has issues, who is angry, who doesn’t know who he is a lot of the time, but is still so happy to be here - let it spread and let it all circle back to me so i can grow deeper into myself

We'll be a fine line

We'll be alright

“we” = h & self, h & lover, h & fans

collectiveness from tpwk

(notes on a piano sounding like drops, like he’s emerged from the water and dripping dry)

SYNTHESIS

Everything about this song is plural. Personal pronouns are all over the place. I, you, her, we. The sound is incredibly layered, with Harry’s own voice echoing through its verses like he’s singing to himself in an empty cave. Meanings can be attached to every word like it’s a wax tablet used too many times. What Harry has said in interviews for once holds pretty true to the actual meaning, in my opinion. 

“It felt like it described to me the process of making it and how the album felt in terms of the different kinds of songs on it.” (Capital FM)

This can mean a lot of things, and I think it means all of the things, of course. It means Fine Line is a summary of all of his emotions he visited on the album, of the things he’s laid bare. And it means that the actual process was also described, as one that can be frustrating and challenging, with added industry shit. 

Harry has expressed straightforward gratefulness to his label for "leaving (him) alone” while making the album and that speaks volumes. This time, he had the chance to make his art without the constant interference of a label, which meant he could weave in criticism as well. “Put a price on emotion” is first and foremost a critique on the industry. It’s the first line of the song, setting the tone for the interpretation of this song is about the risks I took while making this album. It involves criticism on an industry that creates such an atmosphere that only a certain type of music and artist breaks through or can be successful, that limits people in their personal expression. Convinces them that it’s better that way. That it’s better to hide who they love because the general public won’t accept them. That it’s better to create a song about a fake emotion than be honest. Harry loves writing songs and being on stage, but it’s taken a while for him to be fully comfortable there as a solo artist and bloom into the person that could make Fine Line. He loves his career, but it’s also limited his freedom in ways beyond our comprehension, and it’s exploited him to the point where he didn’t know who he was, in ways that have clearly taken a toll on his mental wellbeing. To a point where he finishes this album reassuring himself, most of all, that everything will be alright.

That process of making Fine Line obviously includes Harry confronting emotions he hadn’t before. He has stated that he experienced the highest highs and the lowest lows while making it. There are things he hates, he was fighting but doesn’t want to (anymore), uncertainties he was trying to figure out but had to accept he couldn’t, risks he still doesn’t know he can take without shaking. At the centre of it all is this sense of “knowing you.” The different personal pronouns in the song paint a fractured picture, which is ultimately deliberate. That the “you” Harry is devoted to and can hate sometimes doesn’t line up with “her,” that the end focus does seem to be this “you” that is mentioned in the same breath as “man” and “temptress,” forming the “we” together with “I”. 

After having songs like Lights Up, She, Falling and even TPWK, one of the central themes on the album has undoubtedly been self-discovery, in all its pain and glory. There are no female pronouns on the album besides, obviously, in She, and then here, in Fine Line. She is about a man living with a woman “just in his head”, who “sleeps in his bed while he plays pretend.” It is very clearly a trans narrative, the story of someone struggling to put into words what they’re experiencing in terms of gender. To a point that they fantasise about running away. Fine Line brings the ideas of knowing what it all means, which Lights Up kicks off (“do you know who you are?”), Falling deepens (“what am I now?”) and Treat People With Kindness turns on its head (“I don’t need all the answers”), together. Harry is still doubtful, and the questions asked earlier in the album haven’t disappeared, but he has accepted that “some things we’ll never know.” His aim, however, is still “knowing you.” 

To have Fine Line, as the summary of these emotions of self-growth and self-discovery, echo that one female pronoun, speaks volumes. It is a direct reference to She, to that story about gender. “Her” in this song refers to “she (who) lives in daydreams with (him).” The one who still only fully comes out when they’ve had a drink. The one he’s still working to include in who he is, as he tries to figure out who he is, all of it. The song where he sings in falsetto, just like on Fine Line. Of which he sang the first verse an octave lower live at the forum, switching between those voices, those perspectives. That’s also why “you” in this song is also Harry to me. We get this fractured sense of self, this “I” and “you” conversing over a drink, this “you” Harry is devoted to and wants to figure out. “You” and “I” form “we” and all of them are Harry. The lines are blurry on purpose, there is no way to figure out where “you” ends and “I” begins. 

“You sunshine, you temptress” is the most enigmatic line in that respect, and to me blurs those lines even more between the pronouns. “You” is suddenly also identified by a female noun. And no this isn’t about some kind of love triangle. “Sunshine” aligns with all the odes to his lover in the rest of the album. So what does that mean? That there are multiple “you”s in this song, meaning that Harry is addressing both his lover and a temptress? So “her” he’ll get to thinking of, the only other female pronoun used in the song, is identified as a temptress, but tempting to do what? To take risks? And no I won’t forget the “man, I can hate you sometimes,” where "man” is not a casual interjection but an identifier of “you.” 

Or is it an echo of “the light” from Golden’s “bring me back to the light” and Light’s Up’s “step into the light”? So that the “sunshine” symbolises being in the clear, being out of the darkness running through his heart, the darkness caused by not knowing who you are. “You sunshine,” you beacon of light. “You temptress,” risk-taker and source of anxiety. You, one I need to spread open to figure out, to know about, source of happiness and despair, one I’m devoted to but also hate. You, man, you, temptress. You there, in the mirror looking back at me. 

All of you, and myself included, we’ll be a fine line. And we’ll be alright.

This song is about all of that. The self in art, the self on its own, the other, the journey, the chances, the fears, the passion. Hope. Reassurance. Confidence. And, most importantly, that everything will be alright in the end.

x

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[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 4)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: none.

"Oh, for God's sake!" You shouted to the air, tired of hearing the moans coming from your sister's bedroom. You wanted to go out of that Villa soon so bad...

You were reading a Shakespeare novel. It was very hard to find british books those days, but Romeo and Juliet was so valuable you paid a lot to a man who brought it by hiding it.

But you couldn't concentrate. Not now. Odelle's bedroom wasn't close to yours, but damn those noises felt like they were next to you.

Suddenly, you heard three knocks on the door. Raising your eyes to it, you wondered who might be interrupting your reading time. Rain was stronger out your window.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Louis" the voice said, in a whisper.

"Come on in."

Louis was a short, handsome man with blonde hair and eyes black as the midnight sky. He was one of the guards of the Villa, and one of your best friends, if you could consider the servitude your friends.

"What is it?" You wondered, seeing he didn't move from the door.

"Claude found a man trying to enter the house, mademoiselle. We let him in the dungeon."

"Wasn't he one of my sister's guests?" You said, a bad feeling through your body. "Maybe he was just walking in the dark."

"You should come see if you recognize him, then." He responded.

Letting the book aside over your fur divan, you followed Louis to the basement, where the two dungeons were.

While you walked closer, you heard wailings coming from inside one of them. And you saw Claude, a 6"2' man that usually seemed like a bear, hitting the man who they trapped before.

When he heard you coming, he stopped and let the dungeon to face you. You realized then that you ran those last steps.

"What the hell are you doing, Claude?" You asked, furious.

"He was trying to get into the house, mademoiselle."

"Yeah, to steal something from us, uh? With his arms chained to the wall and so beaten he can't let himself be in his feet? Don't lie to me. If you want to hit people or be violent with them, or even kill them, join the army, Claude. But don't ever do it in front of me. I'm not like Odelle and Josephine. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mademoiselle. Sorry."

Claude and Louis stood there, waiting for you. You entered the dungeon, seeing how the man was trying to get up, but he fell to the ground. You got closer, kneeling by his side, turning him around to see him.

He was a beautiful young man, with dark hair and emerald eyes that looked at you deeply before fainting. You saw the blood coming from his nose, falling through the scar upon his lip, joining the one coming from his mouth, going to his neck and further down into his dirty white shirt.

His face structure seemed different to anything you've ever seeing in your twenty first years of life. But then you remembered where you saw a man like that, years ago.

"Oh, my God!" You said, your breathing heavier than before, turning your face to look at your servants. "Take him to my bedroom, quickly! Don't let my sisters see him!"

The two men carried the young man from the basement to your bedroom, as you told them. He was the same height than Louis, a little taller. They left him in the divan, throwing your book aside that went directly to the ground.

"Do you know him, mademoiselle?" Claude asked, tired.

"Yes. He's... He's one of my sister's guests." You said, lying a little. "Don't say anything to her yet. I'm taking care of him. Now go."

They left seeing each other with confusion. You weren't like your sisters. But why did you reacted like that was betond their comprehension.

You brought a wet piece of cloth to clear his wounds. As you cleaned the blood slowly, he seemed to try to get awake again. But he didn't.

Was he the Abbé de Coulmier you knew five years ago, during a theatre play you saw with your sisters in Charenton? You remembered him being very nervous while the inmates recited their lines, replying what the Marquis de Sade wrote for them.

But did you see the play and enjoyed the wicked things that happened in there as your sisters? Or actually you were seeing him only? He was a really handsome man. And you remembered you said to Josephine it was a shame that he had taken the vows.

How was his name? Francis? Franz? François! That's it! He was the same man. You knew he went to prison for killing the Marquis. Why was he in your house now? He wasn't invited as the other guests. Maybe Odelle planned something you didn't know.

You started to clean the blood he had in his neck, and then you opened his shirt to clean the red liquid from his chest. He had a pale, smooth skin covering his lightly toned muscles, a few dark hairs over his torso.

And when you tried to touch the centre of his chest carefully with the tip of your fingers, feeling attracted to do it as a fly going directly to the light, he woke up and took your hand, scared of you.

"What are you doing?" He murmured.

"I... I'm... It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, Abbé."

"Who... Who are you?" He said, confused not only from finding himself in another room with you, the angel he saw approaching to him before, but also because of you calling him Abbé.

"My name is Y/N d'Évreux. I apologise for what happened. My servants took you as a thief. But now you'll be okay and you're welcomed to my home."

François saw you saying those things. He had seen you before. He remembered you, your beautiful face amd your sweet voice taking to him as now.

"Thank you, I guess." He said, smiling to you after all. Maybe it was the first time he felt the need to do it, after five horrendous years. "I'm François, but I think you already knew me."

"Yes. But I didn't remember your name well. That's why I called you Abbé. How did you came here?" You asked. "Did my sister invite you as she uses to do every year?"

"What? No. My parents presented my case to the judge. You knew I... I was in prison?"

"Yeah, for killing the Marquis de Sade. I don't think you did it. You... You were..."

"A priest." He completed your sentence, making you smile. "Yes. I couldn't hurt a fly until doctor Roger-Collard. He blamed me for the Marquis' death. But the judge decided today morning that I was innocent. So, my lawyer gave me a letter from my parents saying that I could get help in this Villa."

"I can't really explain this, Abbé. Maybe your parents contacted with my sister." You said, thinking about that letter. "Can I see the paper?"

He sat in the divan, a painly moan escaping from his mouth, and searched for the letter he saved in his jacket. He wasn't so cold now, in front of the chimney.

You saw him better now, your eyes scanning him without shame but prepared to look to another spot of your bedroom if he noticed.

But then, suddenly before you took it to read it, the door opened and your sisters came in. Both were a few years older than you, Odelle almost the same age than François.

"Well, well, well. What do we have in here? I think our principal attraction arrived, finally." She said, looking at you kneeling next to him, while Josephine laughed.

That was the moment you and François actually got more confused, him much more than you.

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[ghoulish-fiction]

Study Buddies

Story about my OC Bryn who is the half ghoul daughter of Mountain and his partner ( who is a reader insert in other fics within this series.) Rated G. 1,782 words.

Summary: Bryn unintentionally causes trouble when she seeks out an unexpected study buddy.

Notes: Nonny= nonbinary parent. All the Papas are alive and well in this series. There's a bit of unexplained lore and backstory here because I refuse to write one big flushed out story, but it is very easy to follow.

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Study Buddies

Mountain's Family

"Bryn! Come play with me after lunch? I've got a new soccer ball!"

"Can't. I am almost done with my book and I want to finish it today."

"Oh, hey, Bryn! You wanna come with me to the practice rooms? We can work on the new concert piece."

"No, sorry I'm doing homework."

"There you are! We are gonna help with berry picking. Wanna come with?"

"I can't. I'm really busy with school."

Bryn had set herself up in the library to finish up her final reading assignment for this unit. She was to read a whole chapter book and write a summary of it to demonstrate her reading comprehension. This is a tall order for a seven year old, but Mountain and her nonny would never give their daughter an assignment that she couldn't handle. Being the bright child and vivacious reader she was, she would handle the assignment with ease, at least she would if her playmates would leave her alone. Bryn wanted to finish this assignment today so that she wouldn't have to work on it while she was on a trip with her parents over the long weekend. She told her friends this, but they keep seeking her out. Bryn is happy her friends want her to join them, but with every interruption she grows more and more frustrated, pushing her closer to her breaking point.

"Bryn! Do you want to-"

SNAP

SLAM

Bryn closes her book with a sharp snap and slams it down on the table.

"Lilith! I told you and everyone else that I am busy! I want to play with you but can't you see I'm working!"

Bryn's look of anger suddenly softens and her wide eyes go wider. She has an idea.

"I'm sorry." Lilith squeaks out.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for talking to you like that. It wasn't kind. Can we play together when I come back from my trip?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Lilith says with a smile.

"Great. I gotta go. See you then."

Bryn gathers up her things and walks briskly from the library, nodding her thanks to the librarians and waving goodbye to Lilith over her shoulder.

Bryn makes her way through the maze-like corridors of the Abbey to the heart of the building. You don't see many humans here, save for six in particular. There aren't even many ghouls welcome here either, only the highest ranking ones would dare venture back here without being called upon first. Bryn looks up at the ornate doors. So these are the papal offices. She had hoped they would be labeled, but they are not. She could just knock, but she doesn't want to accidentally disturb Sister Imperator. The thought of making Sister mad sends a shiver down Bryn's spine. No, Bryn knows exactly who she is here to find and she will see him... but suddenly she sees someone else.

"Hilly, what are you doing here? This is no place for you to play." Dewdrop says, addressing Bryn by the nickname only he calls her, as he steps out of an office and closes the door behind him.

"I'm not here to play. I need to see Papa Nihil."

Dew cocks his head to the side in confusion.

"Why? Did he summon you?"

"No. I just need to see him. I'm very busy today. Will you please tell me which one is his office, Uncle Dew?"

"This better be important, Bryn. He doesn't like to be disturbed..."

"That's why I need to see him!"

"Okay... it's the last one. Come on. I'll wait outside the door till I'm sure he isn't gonna send you to the basement."

"Papa would never! He loves me!"

Dewdrop chuckles.

"Don't we all, kid. Come on, let's get this over with."

He walks her to the end of the hall where he motions for Bryn to knock, saying "I'm not doing it." Dewdrop then stands at attention with his hands behind his back. Bryn wonders if she should do the same, but her hands are full with her school supplies, so she simply knocks and waits for an answer.

"Who wishes to interrupt me now! Don't you all know I'm busy?!"

Bryn stands there shocked and wide eyed. Papa had never yelled at her before.

"Answer him." Dew hisses.

Bryn opens the door. Dews eyes go wide and he stammers,

"Bryn! Wha- No! I said-"

"Papa! It's me! Please don't be mad. I need your help."

Nihil's deep scowl instantly softens to a look of surprise.

"Little one, what are you doing all the way in here? This isn't a place for you to play.

"I am not here to play. I need to work, but everyone keeps interrupting me! I'm sorry to interrupt you, too, Papa, but I know that I can get some work done if I work here with you. You are always so busy and nobody is brave enough to interrupt you. Not even Dewdrop. He made me knock on the door."

Nihil chuckles. "Is that so? What are you needing to work on?"

Bryn holds up her copy of James and the Giant Peach.

"Ah. A classic. My youngest quite liked that one when he was your age, too. So you want to do your homework here? I won't be able to help you. I'm very busy myself, as you know."

"I don't need help, Papa. I just want to work in here with you."

"Very well. You may stay and work. And you ghoul? What do you need?"

"I am here only to escort her to your office, Papa."

"If that is all, you are dismissed. Please shut the door."

"Yes, Papa. Bryn, please be good." Dew says before doing as he was told.

Bryn makes quick work of getting comfortable in a high back chair Papa Nihil keeps in the corner of his office where he himself likes to read. She turns on the lamp and opens up to where she left off.

"Thank you, Papa!" She says before diving back in.

"You're welcome, Bryn." Nihil says softly before turning back to his typewriter.

The two work in silence for several hours. Bryn was so quietly absorbed in her reading that Papa forgot she was even there until he heard the snap of the book closing when she had finished it.

"What do you think, little ghouleh? Was it a good read?"

"Yes! I liked it a lot."

"Good! You are all done now, yes? You worked so diligently! Your parents will be proud."

"Oh, no, Papa, I'm not done. I still have to write my summary!"

"Oh, I see. Carry on then. Do not let me disturb you." He says with a smile.

"Thank you, Papa."

Bryn gets her notebook out and balances it on her lap as she pulls her favorite pencil from her pencil case. After taking some time to consider what she wants to write, she begins writing in her lap. She frowns at the paper as she hunches over it. Papa Nihil looks up at the frustrated little girl.

"What is wrong, little one? Do you need help spelling?"

"It's hard to write on my lap is all, Papa."

"Ah, I see. Come. Share my desk with me."

"Oh, no Papa. I don't want to be in your way."

"Nonsense. Come. Bring your things."

Papa stands and drags a spare chair that had been sitting in front of his desk around so that he and Bryn could work side by side.

"Thank you, Papa!" She says as she plops her notebook down on the dark wood desktop and climbs into the large, plush chair. Bryn smiles now as she writes her summary. Papa Nihil smiles too as he takes a peak at her work. He is surprised to see how well she writes. With a pat to her head between her horns, Papa returns to his typewriter once more. The two work in silence for some time before they are both startled by the sound of frantic knocking.

"Papa, I am so sorry to disturb you. May I come in?"

"Who is-" Nihil begins to growl, but is interrupted.

"Daddy!" Bryn squeals, looking up from her notebook, tail swishing excitedly behind her, unknowingly thumping into Papa Nihil's arm, not that he minds.

"Ah. Yes, come in."

Mountain swung the office door open and looked wildly around the office till his eyes fell on his daughter sitting behind Papa Nihil's desk.

"Bryn! Thank Lucifer you are okay! What are you doing?! You should not be playing here! Papa I apologize for my-"

Papa simply holds up a hand, making Mountain, who had been approaching the desk to collect Bryn, stop short. He stood at attention with his hands clasped in front of him and he stared straight ahead silently.

Bryn now began to look frantically between her dad and Papa. Had she gotten her dad in trouble? She opened her mouth to speak, but Nihil beat her to it.

"Calm down, ghoul. She has done nothing wrong. Bryn came to me seeking a quiet place to work on her homework and I allowed her to stay. I have quite enjoyed her company. In fact, she is welcome to come work here anytime."

"Really, Papa?! You mean it?!"

"Yes, little ghouleh."

"Thank you, Papa!" Bryn shouts, grinning with joy.

"Oh... thank you very much, Papa. I'm glad she wasn't any trouble, but she needs to come home now. Her nonny and I have been looking everywhere for her for hours. She was supposed to be in the library."

"Little ghouleh, did you run off?"

Bryn goes wide eyed. She hadn't even thought to tell her parents where she was going.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! Nobody left me alone in the library. I just wanted to get this done before our trip." Bryn explained as she gathered up her things and jumped up into Mountain's arms. He held her close and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay now. I'm glad you're safe. Don't run off like that again, okay? You have to tell us where you're going. I'm glad Dewdrop saw you here."

"Okay, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Thank you again, Papa." Mountain said, putting Bryn back on her feet and taking her school things into one arm so that he may hold her small clawed hand in his much larger one.

"Of course. Now if you will excuse me, I have some work to finish up, too. Please close the door on your way out."

"Of course Papa." Mountain says, nodding respectfully.

"Bye bye, Papa!" Bryn says waving enthusiastically.

"Goodbye, little Ghouleh." Nihil says waving back, "Good luck on your summary, and enjoy your trip."

[keyboard-smashed]

The Storm That's Brewing

Summary: Pat & Lo leave restaurant early to take Roman

Warnings: restaurant, someone's a bit ill, dark alley (but not for long dw)

(first, previous, next chapter links at bottom)

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Chapter 7- You Okay, Boss?

Virgil stepped out of the bathroom and scanned the restaurant for his table. It was easy to find the large Hogwarts-themed tables in the corner while the lights were on. It was lucky Roman hadn’t stated singing again, Virgil didn’t think he could find the table in the dark. He’d left his contacts at the apartment.

From what Virgil could see, Patton and Logan in some awkward staring contest in silence. He neared the table and heard Logan say something, to which Patton replied, 'Pasta.' What were they talking about?

Patton spotted Virgil approaching.

“Virgil, kiddo! I’m glad you’re back!”

Virgil looked suspiciously between the two, “Uh, what were you guys talking about?” 

Logan didn’t have a chance to reply.

“Food!” Patton said, “Tomorrow night! Pasta sound good?”

Logan shot him an irate look.

What was going on? Virgil was certain it wasn’t about tomorrow night’s dinner.

Luckily or unluckily (Virgil wasn't sure), Roman was back on stage before he could get an answer. Virgil supposed his answer could wait. Patton couldn't lie to him when they were alone later.

Halfway through Roman's set, Roman's manager walked, or rather, stumbled towards the guys' table.

"Hey guys," He whispered, leaning slightly on the table, "I'm feeling a little under the weather, do you mind asking Roman to lock up?" He slid his key across the table.

Logan reached for the key. 

"Of course."

Patton frowned, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little ill. Nothing big." He coughed.

Virgil, who was closest to the manager, covertly shuffled away.

"Well, I hope you feel better dude."

"Thanks."

The manager started to walk away. Almost immediately, he walked into a table then apologised profusely.

Patton quietly called him back to the table.

"How are you getting home?"

"Walking. I only live twenty minutes from here."

"You are in no fit state to walk that far." Logan stated, "I can chauffeur you home. Then I may return and pick up Patton, Virgil and Roman so we may go home also."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a hassle." The manager said.

Patton yawned, "Of course you're not a hassle. We insist."

"Pat maybe you should go with them. You've been yawning all night. After you drop, uh-" Virgil couldn't remember the manager's name. Had they actually ever been introduced? "-after you've dropped him off, go home. Me and Roman can get home alone, it's a short walk."

Patton furrowed his brow.

"Are you sure? I can stay- or we could stick to Logan's plan?"

"Yeah, it's fine Pat." Virgil insisted.

"I agree with Virgil. Plus, we can continue our previous discussion."

Patton's gaze lingered on his brother for several seconds before he agreed.

Virgil reckoned, from the manager's expression, that he wanted to dispute the plan. Perhaps offer to walk again. Virgil would. However he'd grown increasingly paler and sickly during their short conversation. Virgil hoped that his illness wasn't contagious.

Logan traded Virgil the restaurant key for the car keys, which Roman had entrusted him with, and left with Patton and the manager.

Roman, who'd been watching the whole ordeal confusedly from the stage, was trying to catch Virgil's eye and ask what the hell was going on.

Virgil glanced at Roman finally who looked at him, to the door and then put his hand up in a "what just happened?" kind of gesture while still singing.

His reply, too, was a series of gestures that would most certainly not win in a game of charades: using his fingers held up to his eyes as glasses, he mimed out Patton and Logan driving, followed by an outline made by his fingers of the roof of a house, signaling that they had driven back home.

It was a confusing show to say the least, but Roman seemed to understand well enough. He nodded to show his comprehension, then pointed to the door of the back office with a questioning look on his face. 

“Boss?” he mouthed during the instrumental of his current song.

Virgil hung the keys by his pointer finger and shook them near his own face so that Roman could see. He flashed him a quick “what are ya gonna do” face, which was met with a pair of thumbs up and Roman's stupid, perfect smile.

Virgil couldn't help but return a small smile before he tore his gaze away and back to the table.

There were only two more songs left in Roman's set, to Virgil's disappointment. While he didn't know half of the sings that Roman had sung, he still enjoyed it a lot. Roman was an amazing singer- a fact that he told Roman as soon as he left the stage (after a long bow and applause, of course, even though there were only a few people left in the restaurant).

Roman smiled awkwardly, "Thanks," He looked around the now empty restaurant, "So, why did the nerd, Patton and Thomas leave?"

'Thomas! That was his name!' Virgil recalled.

Virgil sat down again at another table. Roman followed suit.

Virgil explained, "Your boss- uh- Thomas looked super ill and was gonna go home but Pat insisted on driving him, well, Logan driving him. Anyway they were gonna come back for us but it was nearly the end of your set and Pat looked really tired so I said they should just go home," He couldn't read Roman's expression, "They obviously took your car, is that okay? I can text Pat or Logan and ask them to pick us up-"

"There's no need to do that, Charlie Frown. I'm sure I can escort you home safely," Roman assured Virgil.

"Escort me home?" Virgil snickered, even though he was a tiny bit grateful. He was understandably nervous about walking home at 11pm. They'd have to take the backstreets if they wanted to get home quickly- or get stabbed. Either way.

"Of course, what else is a prince to do?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, "You've really embraced the prince thing, huh?"

"Obviously, it's so on brand for me," He struck a pose. Virgil reluctantly laughed.

"Alright Princey, but we should probably get going."

"Alas, you are correct," Roman hopped off the bench he'd been perching on and offered an arm for Virgil, "Let us depart."

Virgil rolled his eyes, which was becoming a common occurrence around Roman, but took his arm anyway; only because that was the quickest way to make them start walking, of course.

Roman locked up. Virgil made sure that all entrances were locked. Three times. Then they began their journey.

Strangely, the walk would've been quicker than the drive, due to the strange layout of that part of town. Of course it only would've been quicker, had they not gone down one alleyway that changed their journey completely.

Until Roman and Virgil had approached this alleyway, they had spoken in comfortable quiet conversation; speaking of nothing in particular, but speaking nonetheless. However, upon entering the alleyway, the two fell silent. Neither knew why exactly, they just felt a building sense of foreboding.

The alleyway wasn't too narrow. Virgil and Roman could walk comfortably side by side, with the large garbage bins to their side. Virgil always found alleyways that were very narrow to be scary-- there was little space to run. But wider alleyways were equally as frightening (who knew what was lurking near the bins?) Maybe Virgil just didn't like alleyways. It was one of the countless things that made him nervous.

Suddenly, the bins rattled. Virgil and Roman shot around. Virgil's anxiety shot through the roof. A thousand volts coursed through his body. Metaphorically, and then, literally. A bolt of lightning shot from Virgil's body and hit a bin. He heard a yelp.

At the same time, Roman covered Virgil's eyes and grabbed his hand. Virgil felt as if he'd been submerged into an ice bath. The world spun and then... He fell.

He hit the ground but it was soft, unlike the cement they'd been walking on before.

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[moonlitkilljoy]

Howdy 🤠 Pacrim anon back again from the rabbit hole I’ve gladly jumped down LMAO

Apparently it’s Newt’s birthday today! And he’s apparently a Capricorn which makes me fucking die because my birthday was two days ago so we are that 🤏🏻 close. Also the amount of myself I’m beginning to see in Newt is terrifying. I did not intend to be blorbo’d here, but it’s like I’m looking into a foggy mirror shaped like Charlie Day

I’m watching Uprising right now and…it’s certainly a movie. It was filmed. It exists. But. BUT! Every scene with Newt so far has made me want to bite through my own femur. Like I’ve read all the spoilers. I’ve read all the fics. But seeing it happen, and knowing what’s really going on with the precursors, it makes the viewing experience so much better. I can get through the slog of the rest of the movie just for that.

Also, I hate how quick the jager’s in this movie movie??? Like bruh you’re several tons of metal, please act like it.

I’ve already been scouring AO3 for all the fics I can find, but if you have any that scratch your brain just right let me know. I will never turn down more Pacrim!

I hope you’re having a good day/night! ✌🏻

Hello!!!! welcome back!!!! i'm gonna be honest with you, reading this message put a grin on my face very early this morning when i first read it, which absolutely isn't an easy thing to do that early in the day. So, thank you for this ask and for making my day brighter right off the bat :]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! I want you to know how enamored i am with the phrase "its like im looking into a foggy mirror shaped like charlie day" because i absolutely adore it. and, i ABSOLUTELY understand that, even if its not the exact same degree! i definitely see some of myself in newt, but probably relate to hermann a lot more (mostly with the weird vernacular, eccentric propensity for math, tendency to talk in an "all at once" manner, etc etc). i have a friend who jokingly calls me a combination of the two, which i think sums it up pretty well (i'm also a weird, rambly, punk [aspiring] biologist so it evens out). though, i'm really glad you could find a character to see yourself in like that— imo it's always really neat when that happens. congrats on your blorboning ^_^

As for uprising... YEAH. YEAH. it truly is 'a movie.' i honestly haven't been able to stomach watching it in its entirely, so all my information comes from friends, my girlfriend, analysis on tumblr, clips, and summaries (and criticism through fic-it fics, of course, though i recognize that thats far from a reliable source for canon fgdfklg)

AND THE JAEGERS. YEAH THAT SOUNDS RIDICULOUS. i keep hearing about how weird and off the jaegers are in pr:u, its bizarre </3

I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO SHARE SOME OF THE FICS SCRATCHING MY BRAIN!!!! i don't wanna leave this ask to rot in my inbox by accident so im answering this first BUT i will reblog a bit later in the day with a comprehensible list of my favorite pacrim fics so far (read: newmann fics. i think they're literally all newmann centered, mostly at least) or make a separate post and link it here! THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN MY RECCOMENDATIONS!! it seriously means a lot and truly delights me :3

i hope you're having a nice day/night as well!!! may the future be kinder to you than it was to the "pacific rim sequel" ヾ(•ω•`)o

[tsavo-witch]

The YA series The Court of Thornes and Roses has been mentioned to me dozens of times in the last month or two, so I'm working my way through it (please know I usually avoid YA classed books, due to not wanting to read something written down to a younger group's perceived comprehension level.) I'm currently about 1/4 of the way through book 2, and I've got a few questions for the fandom:

1. Does Fayre ever become a reasonable person?

She is willfully ignorant; has access to a high lord's library, desiring answers about the land and political climate, yet she only reads fiction? Grab a history child. She watches but almost never sees/comprehends anything; she hunted for years...yet she has 0 knowledge of body language. She actively goes against advice on instinct. Why not think a bit before you go against it, take 5 and make a plan. I do sometimes like her, but she frustrates me where I am in the series.

2. Is this series basically the Meridith Gentry series but pg-13?

Aka does Fayre become the "embodiment of magic/the goddess" and visit each court to gather new lovers & servants until she makes her own court and get pregnant with a mystical baby?

3. Does anyone in the Spring Court learn to communicate, in a meaningful fashion, with Fayre? Does her communication ever get better?

Tamlin is, at his bones as a character (as far as I know), is the "caveman, he-man" of the fey... I hope he gets more depth. In book 2 is a 1 dimensional bleh imo.

She thinks her thoughts very well, but so far rarely speaks them to the correct person (though learning to communicate may well be the point of this book, as she is gonna probably date the HL of the Night Court).

4. Does each book keep up the trend of having a specific fairytale seed (book 1 was Beauty & The Beast)?

5. Does the overall plot ever break out of the mold of "new book, new court to visit, plunder of ppl and fix"?

I hope it does, because this larger world is fascinating. Exploring it more would be delightful to me.

6. Is the series worth finishing?

The summary for each book I've read have both been intriguing enough that l checked the book out. I desire to keep reading the series, but I need them to improve to keep going. I enjoy the Fey in the books, but I'm very sick of Fayre's speciesism (she is racist against fairies, though fairies are a species) regarding them.

I have seen wonderful cosplays from this series, and beautiful artwork, so I do wish to learn about the world that inspired the passion.

[god-and-janjo]

How To Make a Wordpress Website - AMAZING!

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