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eating-plastic · 9 months

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Carnival Lights: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of murder (come on, it's Henry), swearing, some mean!Henry, naive!reader, sunshine!reader x grumpy!Henry (my favorite dynamic lol), some fluff, probably grammatical errors

Word Count: 3434 words

A/N: This is for that anon that asked me if I wrote for Henry Barrow (assuming that they wanted me to write something for him lol). I know I said I was going to take a break from Killer Frequency, but the “people pleaser” in me wanted to get something done. So yeah, I hope this isn't too disappointing. I also hope that my interpretation of Henry is to your liking (you gotta get creative when given a blank slate like him 😆). As such, I also hope anyone else that is a fan of this skrunkly also enjoys this as well. Oh, also, this takes place before the events of the game during Marie and Henry's "national murder tour" leading up to Gallows Creek. Just thought you should know that. Bye!

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Sparkling lights and the sound of upbeat music and screams of excitement flood your senses as you skip through the crowds attending your hometown's yearly carnival. You had always partaken in the festivities ever since you were a child, and the event still filled you with joy. Some of the older booth vendors and ride operators even knew you by name.

You had originally shown up with two of your friends, promising that they wouldn't get too "lovey-dovey" with each other since they were a couple, but that was broken about 15 minutes into your arrival. Feeling like a third-wheel, you broke off from them, not really caring too much. You could easily enjoy yourself here without them.

After you finished playing a game where you had to try and hit cartoon sea creatures with a water gun (and failing since your aim wasn't the best), you decided to head to something you knew you were good at: the funhouse maze.

You knew the maze like the back of your hand, and could easily make it from the entrance to the exit, so you decided to see how many combinations of routes you could go. You wanted to know every nook and cranny that these dark, black light lighten halls had to offer.

Once you got bored, you began to make your way to the exit. Once at a crossroad where you needed to turn right, you stopped when you heard a man let out a shout of frustration. Worried that they were lost, you made your way towards the noise to help them out.

'God fucking damnit,' Henry thought. He was so fucking close to getting the man his mother told him to kill. He was right on his tail and then...he was gone. Now he was lost in this Goddamn maze and it was all his stupid fault because he knew he wasn't good with mazes. It was a good idea in theory, since the man would be all alone with no one would hear him scream. But of course in practice it had to bite him in the ass.

He tore his mask off and shoved it into his large duffle bag at his side. God, was it making it hard to breathe in this stuffy prison. Not to mention how that man was probably long gone by now.

'Augh, what am I gonna tell mom?' worry began to flood his mind. She was no doubt going to be pissed at him.

Luckily for Henry, his unaware savior was approaching.

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As soon as you rounded the corner, you were now facing a man of decent stature, with long hair, a black trench coat, and a large duffle bag at his side. It was quite odd attire to be wearing in the middle of summer, but maybe he was just a worker at the haunted house who wanted to try out the maze on his break. He also seems to be oblivious to your presence, muttering to himself.

"Hi!" you chirp, causing the man to jump and spin around.

"The hell are you doing, here?" he hisses.

"Uh, it's a maze at a carnival. I'm here having fun," his harsh tone was completely lost on you. "You're lost, right?"

"What do you think?" he snarls, but you just laugh.

"Yep! I thought so! Come on, I'll show you the way out," you grab his hand, noting that he was wearing black leather gloves. Also odd, but once again that could've been just another part of the haunted house attire.

The man rips his hand from your grip as if yours had burnt his. You look back at him confused, but just shrug and begin to run off towards the exit.

"Hey, wait!" the man shouts and begins to chase after you, making sure to be on your tail so he could leave.

Eventually, you and him were able to taste the fresh air of the carnival, with the added smell of fair foods. You turn to look at the man, only to be taken aback a bit.

He looked to be a boy about your age, with piercing eyes but a very handsome face. You also noticed that he was unfamiliar to you.

"Huh, I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" you smile at him, but he just turns to walk back towards the crowded rows of booths. "Hey, wait up!"

You decide to follow him. If he was new, you didn't want him to be overwhelmed or lonely.

"I'm Y/N!" you grin, but he just continues walking forwards. His eyes scanning the crowds and his jaw tight.

"Oh, you don't talk much, huh? That's okay! What do you wanna do? Do you wanna get something to eat? Oh! Or we co-"

"Look, don't you have friends or something that you can go hang out with?" he asks sharply. Unfortunately for Henry, the tone was once again lost on you.

"I do, but they'd rather make out in the tunnel of love than hang out with me," your tone drops slightly which makes Henry's eyebrow quirk up. After a couple of seconds though, just shake your head and smile back at him. "It's okay though, because I met you! I love meeting new people!"

'Jesus, what was your deal?' Henry thought. You were like a Care Bear in human shape. So sickeningly sweet that it was making him feel weird. How could someone like you exist in the cruel world his mom had told him so much about? Has it not broken you, yet?

"Oh, look! Bumper cars! You wanna go do those?" you beam up at him. Henry sighed. If he put up with this, maybe you would leave him alone. Besides, you provided him good cover. A new face like him dressed the way he was all by himself may drive suspicion. So he turned his head to look at your eager face and uttered one word.

"Fine."

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You weren't bad at bumper cars, but you also didn't win. Not that you cared though, especially since your mystery man had won. You were surprised at his skills and made sure to tell him.

Henry listening to you gush over him was odd. Not used to getting such praise from someone who wasn't his mother. And like with his mother, it made him feel good.

You continue to skip through the crowds with him at your side. He was still scanning all of the people around you, but his jaw wasn't tight anymore. That elated you, as you took it as him finally enjoying himself. You both stop when you hear someone call your name.

"Is that you, Y/N?" the voice of an older man called from a game booth. Your face brightens and you run to him, Henry following after you.

"Frank! I haven't seen you in ages!" you hug him over the booth's countertop. Henry tenses up and watches the man closely.

"You're one to talk! I haven't seen you since you were just 'this' tall," Frank levels his hand to show just how small you were when he had last seen you. He opens his mouth to speak again, but stops when his eyes fall on Henry. "Hey, Y/N, who's your friend?"

"He's new in town! I saved him from the maze!" you chirp.

"Ah, okay," he drawls, looking at Henry suspiciously. Upon seeing you look at him fondly though, he puts on his best "friendly face" and holds his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, son."

Henry looks at Frank's hand before shaking it, still analyzing the older man. You are completely oblivious to the tension, as you look at the milk bottles that are stacked up in the booth.

"Hey, Frank! Care if we play?" you pull some tickets out from your back pocket. Frank's mood changes at the sound of your voice and smiles at you.

"Of course! You and your friend here get three shots," he kneels down to hand you three baseballs first.

You throw all three and only get three of the six bottles down.

"Oh, well! Your turn!" you turn to smile at Henry and move out of his way. Frank hands him three baseballs just as he did with you. He takes the ball, pulls his arm back, and....

All six bottles tumble down with a force that startles both you and Frank.

"Well I'll be damned! I have never seen anyone knock those bottles down like that! You play baseball, son?" the older man asks Henry, amazed.

"No," he says, shortly.

The older man clears his throat at the awkward silence before looking towards the stuffed animals that hung around the booth.

"Well, you won. Pick out your prize."

Henry wanted to just walk away, but looked at you in his peripheral. You were staring longingly at a pink elephant plush that had a cute, cartoony face. He points to that one.

"This one right here?" Frank asks, taking the elephant down. Henry nods. "Alright! Here ya go."

Henry takes the stuffed animal and nods at him.

"Bye, Frank!" you call as Henry begins to walk away from the booth.

"Bye, Y/N! See you next year!"

As soon as you both are five feet away from the booth, Henry practically shoves the plush at you.

"Here."

"What-?"

"You wanted it. I got it. Now take it," he says shortly. You look up at him, confused, but he still continues to walk forward and scan the crowd. You take the plushie and smile at it. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, with the softest fur you ever felt.

You squeal and pull Henry into a hug, thanking him. He tenses up and pushes you off.

"What the hell are you doing?" he scowls.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I just w-wanted to...," you trail off, hurt evident in your voice and eyes.

Your change in demeanor causes Henry to feel guilty, and the couple of eyes he could sense on him only added to that feeling. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I'm...I'm sorry, okay. Just...just warn me before you do that again...please," his voice is now soft as he looks at you, wanting you to know that he did really feel sorry.

"Okay," you whisper, still feeling miserable about making him uncomfortable.

"Hey, why don't...," Henry thinks for a second. "Why don't we go on a ride, huh?"

"Okay," a smile forms on your face. "Which one do you wanna go on?"

"Whichever one you'd like," Henry gives you the first genuine smile you had seen that night. This causes your own smile to grow and you take his hand to lead to one of the more thrilling rides. Henry doesn't rip his hand away this time, allowing you to drag him to where you wanted to take him.

Once at the ride you wanted to go on, you handed your elephant to the ride operator and Henry hesitantly gives up his bag, before you enter the ride.

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By the time the ride had ended, you and Henry were wobbling in the best way possible. Henry let out a shaky laugh. He had never felt so alive. Where had this been his whole life? You let out your own laugh at Henry's reaction, before you and him collect your belongings and go on to do more rides and games. While walking, and even making some small talk with your mystery man, he stops when he spots a phone booth.

Henry thinks about his mother, about his mission. He had to call her, to tell her about how he couldn't get a good opening. He wouldn't mention how he was getting distracted or how he was having fun with a living ray of sunshine. He knew how she would probably react if he was honest.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you look up at him, beaming.

"I, uh...I have to make a phone call. I-I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay! I'll wait right here!" you chirp.

He nods and gives you a small smile, before walking to the booth.

Henry enters the booth and sighs. He rummages around in his pocket before finding some quarters and inserting them into the machine. He lifts the phone and inserts the number to the motel room he and his mother were staying in. He waits, tapping his foot nervously as he waits. Then it stops, and a familiar voice speaks from the other end.

"Yes?" his mother says.

"H-Hi, mom."

"Oh, Henry!" her voice is cheerful. "Did you finish your 'assignment'?"

"No, I haven't. I can't get a good opening," he doesn't mention that he had lost the man to begin with. "Besides, this one person won't leave me alone. They're constantly following me around and bothering me."

His mom sighs on the other end and thinks.

"I'll be over there in a bit. Keep trying, dear. And remember, if you do find your opening, do what you must. Poor kid," she mutters towards the end of the statement.

Henry's stomach drops. He knows instantly what she meant. He didn't want to hurt you. You had nothing to do with...with all of this. You were an innocent, sweet person in this miserable world. Why get rid of someone like you?

"Henry, sweetie, you there?" his mother questions.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I, uh...I was just looking around. Look, don't worry about coming over. I got this, I promise. I'll call you if I need you, okay?"

"Hm...okay," she pauses, clearly skeptical at her son's words. "Please just stay safe, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Bye."

"Goodbye."

There is a click, and then the line goes dead. Henry lets out a shaky breath and sets the phone back on its cradle. A knock at the booth startles him out of his thoughts. He turns around to see you looking at him, concerned.

He opens the door to the booth and steps out.

"Sorry," you apologize. "I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah...don't worry about it, okay? Food, uh...food sounds great."

"Okay. What would you like?" Henry thinks for a moment before cracking a smile at you.

"Surprise me!"

You nod and walk off to find a food booth. You knew exactly what you wanted to get. You had been craving it ever since you entered the carnival grounds.

Henry followed behind you, curious as to what you were going to get as you passed booth after booth. Then you stop, just what you were looking for.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up," a woman greets you.

"Hi, Pam!" you smile at her and hand her some dollar bills. "Two candied apples, please!"

"Two?" Pam cocks her head to the side until her eyes fall on Henry. "Oh, I see."

She smirks, interpreting the mystery man besides you and how you were lovingly holding your elephant plush as a date.

A few moments later, Pam turns back to you and Henry with two candied apples in her hands.

"Enjoy, you two!" she winks at you when you and Henry take your treats. The two of you walk once more, while Henry investigates the sweet in his hand. You look over at him and laugh.

"What? Have you never had a candied apple before?"

"Uh, no actually. Are...are they your favorite?" he asks.

"Uh huh!" you nod eagerly. "I have to have at least one when the carnival's up!"

It was true. Ever since you had the teeth to eat them, candied apples had been your favorite treat, even with all of the cavities you had gotten over the years because of them.

Henry slowly raises the apple to his lips and bites down. The taste causes him to pause. He had never tasted something so sweet. It seemed fitting that they were your favorite.

"You like it?" you ask.

He nods his head, before he takes another bite.

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"So you really aren't gonna leave tomorrow?" you look at Henry sadly.

"Yeah, I-I'm, um...I'm afraid so."

You had learned that Henry was just visiting your hometown on a road trip with his mom. You thought that was fun, because your family always goes on road trips every summer, and yet you were going to miss your new mystery friend.

"Oh, Y/N! There you are!"

You and Henry turn around, seeing your two friends running towards you.

"Yeah, we were really worried!"

That causes Henry to stare daggers at them. They were worried? If they were so Goddamned worried about your safety, then they wouldn't have abandoned you.

"Uh, Y/N...who's this?" they both look at the man beside you that was making them feel uncomfortable under his stare.

'Good,' Henry thought.

"Oh, this is just my friend I made who kept me company this whole time," your voice is still cheerful, but you were still trying to guilt them. Henry smirks at that.

"Oh, well, uh...it's-it's getting late. We should start heading home."

Your eyes widen at that and you look down at your watch. It was almost midnight. God, your parents were gonna kill you.

"Yeah, you guys head to the entrance. I'll catch up!" your friends look at the boy besides you. Despite being the same age as them, something about him didn't seem right. They slowly turn around and do as you told them. As you watch them go, you hear a certain someone mutter something behind you.

"Henry."

"What?" you turn to look up at him.

"That's my name," Henry says.

You try the name out and smile. The sound of you saying his name made his chest feel weird.

"You look like a 'Henry'," you quip.

"That a bad thing?" he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Nope!" you giggle and shake your head. Your demeanor changes and you awkwardly fiddle for something in your back pocket.

"Here," you hand him a small slip of paper.

Henry takes the paper and unravels it, a phone number revealing itself to him.

"Just in case you wanna keep in touch, o-or you know...just letting me know if you're gonna be in town again," you sheepishly state, squeezing the elephant in your arms. You had written your number down when he went off to make his phone call. You felt silly since you didn’t even know his name yet, but you knew you liked him either way.

"I, uh...I think I'll do just that," he smiles at you and puts the paper in his pocket. You smile back.

"I'm gonna hug you. Is that okay?"

Henry laughs, before opening his arms to you. You wrap one of your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist. Neither of you want to pull away, knowing that it would mean the end of your night together and who knows how long until you see each other again.

Unfortunately, your friends were waiting for you and he had a mission that you were unaware of. You pull away first.

"Goodbye, Henry," you quickly press a peck to his cheek. He tenses, but then looks at you shyly.

"Y-Yeah...goodbye, Y/N," a shade of pink crosses his face. He then clears his throat before pointing to your plushie. "You take good care of him."

You giggle and nod your head, before turning and walking away from him. Not even five feet away from him, you turn back and wave both your hand and your elephant's arm goodbye. Henry shakes his head and smiles, lifting his hand up to give a small wave of his own.

He stood there, watching your figure get smaller and smaller, until you disappeared into the crowd entirely.

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The man was killed swiftly in the haunted house of all places. No one suspected a thing, believing that the body was just a prop and the screams just sound effects.

Now Henry was laying down on his bed in the motel room his mother had rented. She was in the bathroom washing his knife and mask.

He could still hear the noises of the crowds cheering, feel the shakiness in his limbs after a thrill ride, taste the candied apple on his tongue, and feel your kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps when he and his mother got into the next town and had to split up again, he would see if that number you gave him was real.

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gothy-froggy · 10 months

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Let Me Love You in My Own Way

Killer Frequency (spoilers)

Note: this fan fiction doesn’t canonically follow the game fully to make the plot more interesting. It also takes place years after the game.

The Whistling Man (Henry Barrow) x (fem)reader

Warnings: mentioned deaths, obsessive & stalker behavior, not proofread AND rushed

Summary: reader is well known as one of few survivors of the Whistling Man after his return. While hanging out with another survivor on the Whistling night, the Whistling Man returns 8 years later. Reader now relives the night, but noticed an unexpected behavior from him..

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“Good evening Gallows Creek! I’m your host, Allison Berks on the show Night of Terrors. Today I have one of our soul survivor from the Whistling Man after his return almost around eight year ago.” The hostess introduced as the cheered and clapped. Her smile as she glanced at some papers on the coffee table.

“Well Mrs. Berks I have to say, it’s a honor to be on this show.” The woman flashed a smile as she calmed her nerves down. It’s been so long since she really talked about that night. Allison chuckled.

“I feel like I should be the one saying that to you, really. I mean, you are Gallows Creek’s main survivor of the Whistling Man.”

“No, please, I’m not as successful as you are.”

“Well, I bet you won’t have any trouble. I’ve heard from your friends you’re quite talented. But, perhaps that’ll be a discussion for another time. As we all know, tomorrow is the night of the Whistling night. I just have a few questions about the night lit you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all, ask away.” The hostess grinned as she held her tea in her hand.

“Now you along with Carrie claimed that the Whistling Man spared you. Can you tell us what happened that night? We’d love to hear it from the final girl herself.”

The woman chuckled nervously, holding her beverage in her hands as she stared down at the liquid.

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself the final girl, scream queen or whatever. Carrie deserves it. She actually made a plan and fought. It was..different for me.” She sipped her beverage before letting out a quick sigh.

“Um…I was in my home. Lights were off, nobody was with me, I was listening to Forrest Nash and Peggy Weaver’s station about the murders. While listening in, I heard the whistle,” She paused. Allison placed a hand over hers.

“It’s ok, you can take your time.” She reassured. After taking a breath in, she continued.

“He was in my kitchen. I don’t know how he got inside since my back door was locked, but he did. My front door was farther away and he was in front of my back door. So I ran upstairs and pushed whatever was near me down the stairs to slow him down.”

“That’s when you called Nash? You were whispering when you called.” The woman nod to confirm.

“Before I was able to make a plan, he- the Whistling Man grabbed the phone and placed his free hand on my face. He just…stared at me. Did nothing. After a bit he just tossed the phone and walked out.” Her voice softening, as if she dozed off to think about that night.

“Wow. That’s definitely out of character for him. Um, you must’ve been terrified.” Allison folded her hands.

“I was. I grabbed my phone and told Nash what happened. I didn’t see him after that.”

“Well, the night is tomorrow. Do you have any plans?” Allison questioned to lighten up the mood.

“Well, I’ll be having company over for the night. I hope that nothing will happen tonight for me. Or anyone else. It’s very traumatic and I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” Allison nod at the plan before continuing the show. After a while, Allison thanks her before thanking the audience and ending the interview.

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“Well, is it true?”

“Is what true?” She sat down with snacks right next to friend. The lights were dim. The television providing most of the light.

“You know, your interaction with the killer. Didn’t leave any details out?”

”Eugene, why would I make it up? Did you make up your ‘love of your life?’” She sassed him.

“Hey, I was a dumb teenager then…” He huffed. She chuckled, handing him some snacks.

“I wasn’t lying. It was really weird. It sucks that they still don’t know who was behind the mask. Forrest was so close to the truth..” Eugene nod in agreement.

“Yeah…so many people died during this day.”

The two changed the subject and switched through channels to find something to watch. She met Eugene while at work. He recognized that she was survivor and they talked about that night, becoming good friends after.

It was last. The night has been long. Maybe because she stayed up so late, maybe the dread of it being the night of the murders. She couldn’t tell if it was one of those reasons or both. She was a little bummed that Eugene had to leave for some emergency with his girlfriend. She waved goodbye and went upstairs to go to bed.

She tossed and turned under her covers. She couldn’t rest for some reason. Perhaps it was her just being paranoid, but she decided to try again. It didn’t work. She sighed, getting up and going down the stairs to get a glass of water. She looked around in her kitchen as she took a sip. An odd feeling raising inside her as her heart started racing.

Something didn’t feel right.

She tried to shake off the feeling, but it didn’t go away. The lights were off. The night was cold and silent. It was always haunting. The woman placed the water down and switched it out with a knife. She placed the knife in her hoodie pocket. She glanced outside of the back door.

Nothing.

She let out a sigh, making her way back to stairs as the feeling started to fade away and the weight fell off her shoulders.

But it came back.

The faint sound of a familiar whistle could be heard somewhere nearby. Was it inside? Was it outside? The whistle called out once again, proving that it wasn’t her imagination giving her hearing phantom trick again.

No. Not again.

She hurried up the stairs and quickly shut her door. She turned around to see him.

The Whistling Man.

He reached out and yanked her away from the door. She tried to scream and pull away, but his grip was too strong and his other hand was against her mouth. His horrifying mask tilted to the side as watched her struggle.

The man waited until she stopped struggling and quiet down. His hand slowly left her mouth. He let go of her body, shoving her dresser in front of the door.

“Hey, what the hell-” She was about to speak up before to made a sharp turn towards her. She shut her mouth, stepping a few steps back. He watched her for a few seconds before walking towards her desk. She hugged her arms as she watched him look at her desk. He scattered through the papers, picking up a newspaper. He turned back to her, looking up at her from the newspaper.

“I- um, I couldn’t help but do some research..” She chose her words carefully, barely speaking above a whisper. He tossed the newspaper back on the desk. The masked man walked back up to her. Her heart quickens, watching him get closer and closer.

Then she remembered. The knife in her pocket. She grabbed the knife’s handle and swung the knife, aiming it at his chest. But she wasn’t quick enough. The Whistling man grabbed her wrist. He added pressure. Forcing the knife to drop from her hand. He swiftly pushed her against the wall, keeping her in place.

“Let me go!” She cried out. She let out a sob. The man slowly tilted his head to the side. His hand reached for her face. Instead of being hit, choked, or any sign of violence, his hand caressed her face. A small gasped came form the woman.

“What do you want from me?” She whispered. He just stared, his hand still on her cheek. The masked man let her go, his hand leaving her face. She watched him grab his knife from the desk and slipped out of her window. He glanced at her one more time, disappearing from her view. She slid down against the wall, letting out a sigh out of relief. After a moment to collect herself, she got up and looked at the desk.

Is that…blood?

She then scattered towards the window. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The woman then reached for the door, moving the dresser out of the way. She raced down the stairs and looked outside of the windows. A car parked outside near her house. Her blood went cold. It was Eugene’s. She didn’t want to believe it. His car, the blood…is he?

She quickly grabbed her phone and ran out, calling out to Eugene.

“Eugene? Eugene!” She called out, sprinting towards his car. She stopped, seeing a familiar red liquid drip from the car. No, no, no. She followed the trail on the ground to meet Eugene’s still body. The screamed, letting out sobs as she called for the police.

“Hello? Hello police? Please I need help-”

“This is 189 16-”

“Forrest? Oh God Forrest please help me! It’s me. He’s back and he got Eugene!” She stammered over her words.

“Are you alright?” Forrest asked. She assured him that she’s alright. After answering a few questions, her breathing got heavy and quickened.

“Hey, breathe. You’ll be alright.” Forrest caught her attention back. She couldn’t believe it. It was like that night all over again. The police being down, having to talk to Forrest for help…

The Whistling Man.

“Hey, we called someone that’s going to help and get Eugene. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Yeah…yeah ok. I’ll uh, call you back. Thanks Forrest.” She hung up and sat next to Eugene.

“Come on Eugene…” She murmured.

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“Forrest? It’s me. The person you called came and took Eugene.”

“Glad to hear that everything worked out.”

“Yeah…Forrest? How many other calls did you get about the Whistling Man?” A few moments of silent passed by until Forrest sighed.

“Quite a few. Doesn’t seem like he’s playing this time.”

“I wish you luck with the others. And please, figure out who it is. This needs to end.” She told him.

“Right. Talk to you soon.” Forrest said his goodbyes.

She sighed in relief before dragging herself back to her door. She looked down while looking for her keys.

Huh?

She looked down to see a single flower and a note.

I’ll see you soon

- Hen W.M.

She stared at the note as a shiver trickled down her spine. She took the note and the flower inside. She sat on a stool in her kitchen, twirling the flower in her hand.

“Who the hell could this be from?” She asked herself, staring at the note. It was haunting, eerie. She look outside, letting out a loud gasp.

A familiar mask was on the other side of the window. He let out another whistle before walking away. She didn’t even bother to call Forrest. It felt…different than being stalked and killed. Was he the one who left the note? Why? She was too tired to stress anymore. She placed the flower in a vase and went upstairs.

Tonight was stressful enough.

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As she went upstairs, she failed to notice the masked man watched her go up through the window again.

He still had much so much to do, but

Harming her will never be on the list. He picked up his blood stained knife and walked back into the woods.

Gallows Creek needs to pay, to have a cleansing.

And he’s glad that she didn’t seem to notice his mistake signing the note.

He let out one more whistle, going to find the next one of the list.

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A/N: very rushed but hey, this is just chapter one. Maybe? Might continue this. But hey! The Whistling man content for my simps

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lumierexfics · 11 months

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Whistling Man / Henry Barrow Headcanons

Has a strong sense of justice when it comes to his loved ones

Has an issue with authority

Troubled student due to getting into fights when he was younger and homeschooled after many incidents

Often listens to the radio

Has a fear of love

It takes a while for him to allow himself to love since he doesn’t want anything bad happening to them and he doesn’t want to repeat the cycle of disaster happening

His love language would be giving gifts / receiving gifts

But once he lets himself fall in love, he loves hard

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menifire1092 · 9 months

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#killerfrequency #killer frequency #killer frequency x reader #drawing #my art #henry barrow #the whistling man

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part three:

The evening rolled around faster than your liking, and you came back down to the servants hall and everybody stood up.

“The rest of you can carry on eating, lest us not disturb you. Guardsmen line up.”

“Yes sir!”

They all lined up against the wall and you stood in front of them.

You carefully looked them all up and down.

“Peter, your ceremonial medal goes on the other side.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“You needn’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

You moved his medal for him, and brushed down his jacket.

You then moved on, making minor adjustments with the others before standing back, and you gave a nod of your head.

“Very good, now, his lordship wishes for us to be stood waiting in the hall waiting, so off you all go.”

“Are we invited to watch?” Thomas smirked.

“That is up to Mr Carson Thomas, though I would say no as you will be too busy getting things ready for the dinner.”

With that, you made your way up the stairs to line the men the way they had to be.

You could heard the music from the other room, and you stood with your hands clasped behind you back carefully watching the doors while the men spoke to one another.

The moment the door opened the hushed and stood up straight just like you.

“Oh my, Lord Grantham no one told us you had some many fine looking young men under your roof.” A young lady giggled.

“Unfortunately these fine young men are very busy, and haven’t the time for relations ma’am.” You replied.

She frowned a little but said no more on the matter.

“I have requested the men to show some of what they can do, I believed it would bring some light entertainment to the evening. (L/N)”

“Very good my lord. Men!”

They all stood straight, hands by their sides and you got the show under way.

Everyone stood around to watch in fascination and wonder as the men sparred against one another, though it was slightly different, slower and more careful to avoid injury.

Then you began with the hand on hand combat.

“I’ll say this is absolutely wonderful, what can you do (L/N)?” A man asked.

“I can do the same as my men and more sir.”

“Perhaps you can show us?” He asked.

You went to reply but the dinner bell went and everybody excused themselves.

“Thank you all, you can leave now.”

“Very good my lord.” You said.

You gestured for the men to head down and you stopped by the door, looking around the corner.

“You should be busy.”

“I’m rather disappointed you didn’t show off what you can do Mr (L/N).”

You scoffed a little bit.

“Get back to what you are supposed to be doing.”

With that, you left and went downstairs to sit down.

You made your way down the stairs and sat at the table, relaxing as your men joked and played games to pass the time.

Reading a book, you weren’t paying much attention to what was going on around you until you heard someone call for you.

“This has just come for you!” Daisy said.

She rushed in and handed you a letter.

“Bit late for post is not?” Thomas asked.

“Bit to busy for you to be stalking down here is it not?” You replied.

Opening the letter, you set the envelope on the table and carefully read the words.

‘Far side of your estate, to the west. You know what must be done.’

You sighed, picking standing up, you set your chair back against the table and you tossed the letter into the fireplace, watching it burn.

“Henry, I have something to tend to, run point until my return.”

“Of course sir.” He said.

You made your way to the back door and looked up at the black sky, the small stars appearing.

“Where are you go so late?” Thomas asked.

“I have things to tend to.”

Thomas watched as you walked away and around the corner, and when you were sure you could never be seen you vanished into the shadows, to the west side of the estate.

They never gave you much to go on, but you suppose they never actually told you what it was which makes this harder for you.

Raising your hand, you looked at the green ghostly figure that surrounded you, a small ground of them.

“Yes sire?” One asked.

“There’s monsters in the area, search around and find them. Tell me what they are.”

“As you command.” Another replied.

They spread out and you carefully stood there on high alert.

One of the ghosts appeared in front of you again.

“It is a Chimera sire.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Very far from home indeed.”

You shadow travelled with the ghost to the location and the beast growled at you.

“You shall be sent back to where you belong.”

It charged and the ghosts quickly jumped to your defence, and you charged as well, disappearing into a cloud of smoke, you struck one of the creatures legs and jumped back.

You had to be careful fighting this creature, but you had no doubt it would give you a test of your ability.

And it was, you had been fighting for hours, and for the most part you were exhausted, bruised, bleeding, but finally you managed to kill the beast.

“Ensure it gets to Tartarus and stays there, let me know.”

“Yes sire.”

The ghosts bowed and left, and you looked at the rising run, sheathing your sword you placed a hand over your side and you shadow travelled straight to your room.

Sitting on the bed, you took your jacket and shirt off, wincing as you pulled your side a little.

“You look worse for wear.”

“I suppose you knew about this?”

“Maybe, who do you think sent the letter?”

You sighed, looking in the corner of your room.

“Next time tell me what in the gods names I am facing!” You hissed.

“I had no clue! All I know is things are some how escaping the underworld.”

“You are Hades god of the underworld! How are things escaping?!”

“I’m looking into that, I swear. But for now, they will keep coming here, and I’m afraid they are going to keep getting larger and more dangerous but I’m hoping to figure this out before then. Here.”

He handed you a small bottle.

“To help with that, I know I should not be getting involved, so this is the last time, Chiron is sending some items your way to help.”

“Fine them.”

He nodded and vanished, and you peeled your undershirt off, tossing it aside every the other bloodied shirts from the night.

Setting the bottle on your draws, you grabbed a cloth and pressed it to your bloodied side and hissed a little bit.

“Bloody hell…” you whispered.

You pulled on a clean undershirt, making sure to tuck it in to hold the cloth in place as you peaked your head out of the door.

The hallway was empty and you grabbed the bowl, making your dash to grab some water.

Making your way back you slipped into your room, and you closed the door.

Dragging a chair over to the bed you set the bowl on it and pulled your under shirt off, looking at the deep gashes on your side.

You set the cloth in the water, downed the contents of the bottle and tossed it on the bed, and pressed the damp cloth to your side.

There was a knock on your door and someone walked in, holding a box.

“And it just had to be Thomas Barrow out of everyone…” you grumbled.

“You look like you’ve had a fun night.”

He set the box in another chair and he looked at you.

“Oh for gods sake what?” You snapped.

“Just wondering how you got in such a state. I’m sure his lordship would never approve.”

“I was protecting his lordships estate, I’m quite sure that he would.”

You pulled the cloth away and winced again and the red and black wound.

“Bloody hell (Y/N), what’s done that?” He asked.

“What did it is long dead.”

You put the cloth back in the water and stood up, walking over to your mirror you had brought and you stood sideways on and carefully inspected it.

You turned to Thomas.

“You say nothing of this.” You hissed.

Walking over to your bed, you picked up your knife and took a small breath.

“What are you doing?!” He hissed.

“I’m getting this thing out of me!” You hissed back.

Thomas looked away with a grimace and he glanced back at you.

You grunted in pain as you tried to get it out but you couldn’t, and you stood up, pacing a few times.

Thomas looked at you, seeing the large jagged scars down your back, followed by smaller ones.

“Some interesting marks.” He said.

“Speak of them to no one Thomas Barrow I am warning your or I will remove your eyes from your skull right here and now and feed them to the crows.”

He raised his hands and you turned around, picking up the knife you walked over to the mirror.

Thomas kept his eyes glued to you, carefully watching you try to dig whatever it was out.

“Do you not have work to be doing?” You asked.

“No, half day in fact, I start this evening.”

“Then you can kindly leave my room and let me be.”

“In that condition? Not a chance, I’d rather not come up later to find your rotting body on the floor. Spare me the nightmares.”

“If you want to be spared of the nightmares I suggest you leave this is not for the faint hearted.”

You began to pull the object out of your side and you stopped to breath again, you blood hitting the floor.

“Oh for heavens sake give it here.”

“I am fine.”

Thomas walked over and held out his hand.

“Just give.”

He snatched the knife from you and you looked at him looking at your side.

“What am I doing?”

“You see that spike looking object?” You asked.

“Yes?”

“Put the knife under it and pull it out, i don’t care how much it will hurt, just pull, one swift motion.”

“Should a doctor not be doing this?”

“No. Just do it or get out and leave me.”

Thomas looked at you a little unsure.

“You’ve always wanted to stab me, you told me once. So, now it’s your chance.”

“I’m.. not going to kill you am I?”

“Just do it!” You snapped.

Thomas carefully put the knife under the object and you hissed, turning your head away from him and he paused.

“Okay, take a deep breath.”

You did as he said, and he pulled it out, letting both of the knife and the foreign object drop to the floor and you clamped a hand over your side.

Pacing around in a circle.

“What on earth is that?” He asked.

You leant down, and picked it up, walking over to the bowl of water and you sat down on the bed, pulling it out.

“It’s a claw, if an animal that I was attacked by. It simply just got stuck.”

Tossing it aside, you pressed the cloth to your side again.

“Give me the box in the floor of my wardrobe, left side, back corner.”

Thomas did as you asked, and you opened it, pulling out some medical things.

“You’re rather prepared for a simple guardsman.” He said.

“Have to be, nobody else is awake when we may get injured.”

You got everything ready, and you held your hand out to Thomas.

“I know you have a light.”

He walked over and handed it to you.

Then he carefully watched as you stitched your own wounds up, grimacing as you did, but he kept his eyes glued to you.

When you were done you held the light back out to him and stood up, inspecting your handy work.

“Not the best but it’ll do.” You said.

You grabbed a roll of bandages and held them out to Thomas.

“Look who needs my help now.” He smirked.

“I wish I had no need, but I simply cannot covered a large area by myself.”

“You’ll owe me.”

“Fine.” You snapped.

Thomas walked over and stood in front of you, carefully wrapping your torso with bandages, and he cut the end with your knife, tucking it in under the rest.

Thomas kept his hand there for second before pulling away.

“Why’s your skin so cold?” He asked.

“Obviously because I am not wearing a shirt you fool.”

You ran a hand through your hair and looked at your arm which was badly bruised.

Looking at your clothes you groaned a little.

“Anna’s going to bloody kill me…”

“I can have it sorted.” Thomas said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and he smirked at you.

“Then you’ll owe me twice.”

“What will you tell her?”

“Not much, I can wash them, then I can just tell her you caught them when washing them.” He said.

You clenched your jaw.

“I loathe being in your debt Thomas, but fine.”

Thomas smirked and gathered your torn and bloodied clothing.

“I will bring them up as soon as their ready.”

Thomas walked over to your door.

“Mr (L/N).”

He looked at you for a moment before he left and you quickly rid of anything else, standing it all away and you opened your parcel.

There was a note inside so your opened it.

‘More is on the way, write to me if you need anything replacing. All of these have been made up for you, medical supplies are the first to come. I hope you are well. Chiron.’

Setting the note in the box again you hid it under your bed and laid down, resting your hand on your stomach.

Soon enough you fell asleep, exhausted and worn out, thankful it was your night off tomorrow, as long as you were awake to take Daisy where she wanted to go you didn’t mind sleeping in a bit.

Thomas on the other hand was washing your clothes for you, trying to hide the blood in the water and he hung them out to dry.

“Anna Mr (L/N)s clothes are drying, when they’re done he needs you to fix them up and then I will take them back to him.”

“He ripped them again?”

“Caught them while trying to wash them.” Thomas shrugged.

He walked away, a smirk on his face

#Downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #thomas barrow #Thomas barrow x reader #thomas barrow x you #thomas Barrow imagine

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nashibirne · 1 year

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I posted 5,561 times in 2022

146 posts created (3%)

5,415 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 1,315 of my posts in 2022

#henry cavill - 227 posts

#comment reblog - 154 posts

#ask nashi - 81 posts

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#thomas barrow - 46 posts

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Longest Tag: 66 characters

#can you even miss fictional characters you've created on your own?

My Top Posts in 2022:

Congratulations on the new Milestone, my darling!!!

I'm so happy you can celebrate all this very nice stages here on the blue hell, we all love so much!

Now, down to the request thingy... I have two ideas, and since I'm greedy as f*ck - besides of loving your writing like a crazy - I'm totally asking them both 😊😊😊

So, first we have Mr. Will Shaw (the love of my Pixie's life) and... Sex Marathon.

And second our beloved Geralt. The theme is open to whatever the muse tells you to do!

Love you, my Dear!

Ceci, my sweet, sweet darling! Thank you very much for your requests 💜

We start off with Will and I can't wait to hear what you think about it. I really hope this is what you wanted and that it's the way you would Will expect to act 🙏🏻 (Geralt will be next)

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Sometimes I feel exactly like this.

"il gioco delle eleide" by Roberto Ferri

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congrats on your followers milestone! I'd like to request Walter Marshall helping you with your make-up 🥰

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

This was one of the hardest headcanons I was asked to do, so I really hope it turned out fine. It was fun to write it, let me know if it's also fun to read!

Pairing: Walter Marshall x you

Warnings: none

As usual...no beta... English isn't my first language... mistakes ahead!

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Sweet Nashi, congratulations on your approaching milestone!🏆 You are a treasure to this fandom, and I'm very happy to have you in my life. 💕

Character: Walter

Theme: fluff to smut 🥺👉👈

Thank you 💕🧸💕

Marta, sweetie, thank you so much for your lovely words 💜 and for the ask.

I have to admit I racked my brain about the theme you requested, because I wasn't sure what you were aiming at. So I decided to take it literally and give you a headcanon about how things go with Walter, when fluff turns into smut. I just hope you like it 🙏🏻

Pairing: Walter Marshall x you (female reader)

Warnings: smut! 18+, NSFW, sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving)

Unbeta'ed, English isn't my first language, there will be mistakes!

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My #1 post of 2022

Because I miss August on my dash 🥺

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Who I Write For

Abbott Elementary: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti

Absolutely Fabulous: Claudia Bing, Edina Monsoon, Lulu, Patsy Stone // Eddy x Patsy x Reader

Alice In Wonderland (2010): Iracebeth, Tarrant Hightopp

American Horror Story (Seasons 1-5 & 8): Constance Langdon, Countess Elizabeth, Dandy Mott, Elsa Mars, Fiona Goode, James Patrick March, Jude Martin, Stevie Nicks, Wilhemina Venable

A Series Of Unfortunate Events: Count Olaf, Esmé Squalor, Georgina Orwell, Justice Strauss

Big Sky: Alicia Corrigan, Beau Arlen, Ren Bhuller, Sunny Barnes

Bosom Buddies: Henry Desmond, Kip Wilson, Ruth Dunbar // Henry x Kip x Reader

Bridgerton: Agatha Danbury, Anthony Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Queen Charlotte, Simon Basset, Violet Bridgerton

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Anya Jenkins, Drusilla, Joyce Summers, Rupert Giles, Spike

Call The Midwife: Chummy Noakes, Jane Sutton, Patrick Turner, Patsy Mount, Shelagh Turner, Sister Hilda, Trixie Franklin, Valerie Dyer, Violet Buckle

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Ambrose Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Lilith, Mary Wardwell, Zelda Spellman // Hilda x Zelda x Reader, Lilith x Zelda x Reader, Lilith x Mary x Reader

Cinderella (2015): Fairy Godmother, Lady Tremaine

Clue: Blanche White, Jocelyn Scarlet, Wadsworth // Blanche x Jocelyn x Reader

CSI: Catherine Willows, David Hodges, Gil Grissom, Heather Kessler, Sara Sidle // Catherine x Sara x Reader

Dark Shadows: Angelique Bouchard, Elizabeth Collins, Julia Hoffman // Elizabeth x Julia x Reader

Dead To Me: Jen Harding, Judy Hale // Jen x Judy x Reader

Death Becomes Her: Helen Sharp, Lisle Von Rhuman, Madeline Ashton // Helen x Madeline x Reader

Doctor Who: Donna Noble, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Jackie Tyler, Jacobi!Master, Kate Stewart, Missy, Ninth Doctor, River Song, Simm!Master, Tenth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor // Missy x Simm!Master x Reader

Downton Abbey: Cora Crawley, Edith Crawley, Elsie Hughes, Isobel Crawley, Joseph Molesley, Mary Crawley, Thomas Barrow, Violet Crawley

Enola Holmes: Eudoria Holmes, Miss Harrison, Sherlock Holmes

Evil: Bishop Thomas Marx, Kristen Bouchard, Leland Townsend, Sheryl Luria

Frasier: Daphne Moon, Frasier Crane, Niles Crane, Roz Doyle // Daphne x Roz x Reader, Frasier x Niles x Reader

Friends: Janice Litman, Joey Tribbiani, Monica Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Rachel Green, Richard Burke

Game Of Thrones: Brienne Of Tarth, Bronn, Catelyn Stark, Cersei Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Davos Seaworth, Jaime Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Melisandre, Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister

Ghosts (BBC): Fanny Button, Julian Fawcett, Kitty, Mary, Pat Butcher, Thomas Thorne

Glass Onion: Benoit Blanc, Birdie Jay, Claire Debella

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Madame Tracy, Shax // Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

Grace And Frankie: Brianna Hanson, Frankie Bergstein, Grace Hanson // Grace x Frankie x Reader

Green Wing: Caroline Todd, Guy Secretan, Harriet Schulenburg, Joanna Clore, Mac Macartney, Sue White // Joanna x Sue x Reader

Grey's Anatomy: Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Arizona Robbins, Catherine Fox, Cristina Yang, Derek Shepherd, Erica Hahn, Mark Sloan, Meredith Grey, Miranda Bailey, Teddy Altman, Tom Koracick // Cristina x Teddy x Reader, Derek x Mark x Reader

Halloween: Laurie Strode, Lindsey Wallace

Hannibal: Bedelia Du Maurier, Frederick Chilton, Hannibal Lecter

Harlots: Lady Repton, Lydia Quigley, Margaret Wells, Nancy Birch // Lady Repton x Nancy Birch x Reader

Harry Potter: Barty Crouch Jr, Bellatrix LeStrange, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, Severus Snape, Sybill Trelawney // Bellatrix x Narcissa x Reader

His Dark Materials: Lee Scoresby, Maggie Costa, Marisa Coulter, Mary Malone

Holes: Kate Barlow, Louise Walker

House MD: Gregory House, James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy

House Of The Dragon: Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen

I Dream Of Jeannie: Amanda Bellows, Evil!Jeannie, Jeannie, Roger Healey

Insatiable: Bob Armstrong, Coralee Armstrong, Regina Sinclair // Bob x Coralee x Reader

Just Shoot Me: Dennis Finch, Nina Van Horn

Killing Eve: Carolyn Martens, Eve Polastri, Villanelle // Villanelle x Eve x Reader

Last Tango In Halifax: Caroline Dawson, Gillian Greenwood, Judith Tyzack // Caroline x Gillian x Judith x Reader

Legends Of Tomorrow: Damien Darhk, Gideon, John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Martin Stein, Mick Rory, Rip Hunter, Sara Lance, Zari Tarazi // Leonard x Mick x Reader

Mamma Mia: Donna Sheridan, Ruby Sheridan, Tanya Chesham-Leigh // Ruby x Tanya x Reader

Marvel: Agatha Harkness, Ayesha, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Eleanor Bishop, Everett Ross, Hela, Helmut Zemo, Jeri Hogarth, Kilgrave, Loki Laufeyson, May Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thena, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Wanda Maximoff // Everett x Stephen x Reader

M*A*S*H: BJ Hunnicutt, Charles Emerson Winchester III, Francis Mulcahy, Hawkeye Pierce, Henry Blake, Margaret Houlihan, Maxwell Klinger, Radar O'Reilly // Henry x Radar x Reader

Merlin: Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Merlin, Mithian, Morgana Pendragon, Morgause, Uther Pendragon

Mom: Bonnie Plunkett, Jill Kendall, Natalie Stevens

Mrs. America: Gloria Steinem, Phyllis Schlafly

Nanny McPhee: Cedric Brown, Mrs. Blatherwick, Nanny McPhee, Selma Quickly

NCIS: Abby Sciuto, Ducky Mallard, Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo

New Amsterdam: Elizabeth Wilder, Iggy Frome, Lauren Bloom, Max Goodwin

Nine Perfect Strangers: Frances Welty, Masha Dmitrichenko

Ocean's 8: Debbie Ocean, Lou Miller, Rose Weil, Tammy

Once Upon A Time: Archie Hopper, Cora Mills, Cruella DeVil, Killian Jones, Maleficent, Regina Mills, Rumplestiltskin, Victoria Belfrey, Zelena Mills // Regina x Maleficent x Reader, Regina x Evil Queen x Reader, Regina x Zelena x Reader

Only Murders In The Building: Charles Haden-Savage, Cinda Canning, Loretta Durkin, Oliver Putnam // Charles x Oliver x Reader

Orange Is The New Black: Aleida Diaz, Alex Vause, Carol Denning, Linda Ferguson, Lorna Morello, Natalie Figueroa, Nicky Nichols, Red Reznikov

Peaky Blinders: Aberama Gold, Alfie Solomons, Arthur Shelby, Luca Changretta, Polly Gray, Tommy Shelby

Penny Dreadful: Evelyn Poole, Vanessa Ives

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow

Prodigal Son: Edrisa Tanaka, Jessica Whitly, Malcolm Bright, Martin Whitly, Vivian Capshaw

Ratched: Betsy Bucket, Edmund Tolleson, Gwendolyn Briggs, Lenore Osgood, Mildred Ratched // Gwendolyn x Mildred x Reader

Rizzoli & Isles: Angela Rizzoli, Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles // Jane x Maura x Reader

Sanditon: Alexander Colbourne, Arthur Parker, Charles Lockhart, Sidney Parker

Scandal: Mellie Grant, Olivia Pope, Sally Langston

Schitt’s Creek: Alexis Rose, David Rose, Moira Rose, Ted Mullens

Scream Queens: Cathy Munsch, Gigi Caldwell

Sex Education: Colin Hendricks, Erin Wiley, Hope Haddon, Jean Milburn, Maureen Groff

Shameless (US): Claudia Nicolo, Frank Gallagher, Helene Runyon, Lip Gallagher, Monica Gallagher, Sheila Jackson, Svetlana Yevgenivna

Sherlock: Irene Adler, John Watson, Martha Hudson, Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes // Sherlock x John x Reader

Suicide Squad: Amanda Waller, Harley Quinn

Supergirl: Alex Danvers, Brainy, Cat Grant, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor, Nyxly, Winn Schott

Supernatural: Abaddon, Amara, Bela Talbot, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Jody Mills, Lucifer, Mary Winchester, Pamela Barnes, Rowena MacLeod

Sweeney Todd: Judge Turpin, Nellie Lovett

The Addams Family: Debbie Jellinsky, Morticia Addams // Debbie x Morticia x Reader

The Good Doctor: Audrey Lim, Shaun Murphy

The Good Place: Janet, Michael, Tahani Al Jamil

The Magicians: Eleanor Lipson, Eliot Waugh, Fen, Margo Hanson, Zelda Schiff // Eliot x Margo x Fen x Reader

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel: Midge Maisel, Rose Weissman, Sophie Lennon, Susie Myerson

The Nanny: CC Babcock, Fran Fine, Maxwell Sheffield // CC x Fran x Reader

The Parent Trap: Chessy, Elizabeth James, Meredith Blake

The Politician: Dede Standish, Dusty Jackson, Georgina Hobart, Hadassah Gold // Dede x Hadassah x Reader

The Prom: Angie Dickinson, Dee Dee Allen, Karen Greene

The School For Good And Evil: Clarissa Dovey, Leonora Lesso

The Tudors: Anne Boleyn, Catherine Howard, Catherine Of Aragon, Margaret Tudor

The Umbrella Academy: Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, The Handler

The Witcher: Calanthe Of Cintra, Geralt Of Rivia, Jaskier, Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer Of Vengerberg

Three's Company: Helen Roper, Jack Tripper, Lana Shields

True Blood: Arlene Fowler, Bill Compton, Eric Northman, Ginger, Jessica Hamby, Maryann Forrester, Pam Swynford de Beaufort, Rosalyn Harris, Russell Edgington, Sarah Newlin

Two And A Half Men: Alan Harper, Charlie Harper, Evelyn Harper, Judith Harper

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Andrea Baydon, Jacqueline White, Lillian Kaushtupper // Jacqueline x Lillian x Reader

Wednesday: Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill, Morticia Addams

What We Do In The Shadows: Lilith, Nadja, Nandor // Lilith x Nadja x Reader

Will & Grace: Beverly Leslie, Jack McFarland, Karen Walker

Xena: Warrior Princess: Alti, Aphrodite, Ares, Autolycus, Callisto, Gabrielle, Joxer, Xena // Xena x Gabrielle x Reader

Yonderland: Debbie Maddox, Imperatrix, Negatus // Debbie x Imperatrix x Reader

3rd Rock From The Sun: Dick Solomon, Mary Albright, Sally Solomon, Sonja Umdahl, Vicki Dubcek // Mary x Sally x Reader

30 Rock: Diana Jessup, Jenna Maroney, Kenneth Parcell, Liz Lemon, Lynn Onkman, Nancy Donovan // Jenna x Liz x Reader

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magravenwrites · 3 years

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Requests are CLOSED!

Rules:

Please send in your request as an ask!

If you don't specify a pronoun, I will write fem!reader.

I will write character pairings as well as 'x reader'. Just let me know which pairing you want written/made.

Prompts can include song prompts, or be general prompts, but I ask for you to be as specific as you can, so I can try and write something you will like!

I will write for platonic relationships as well as love interests!

I will be accepting requests for moodboards, imagines and fics/oneshots.

I will write pretty much anything - fluff, angst, au's, crossovers and smut... 😉

I will also write for potentially triggering topics, relevant warnings will be included. I don't aim to romanticise these topics in any way, they are serious topics and will be treated as such.

You can find a list of fandoms and characters I write for below the cut.

If you would like to request something for another fandom or character that isn't listed, just send me an ask and I will do my best to complete it for you!

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

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orphan-with-a-stutter · 6 years

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Love hurts (Buttons x reader)

requested by anon prompt: where he's way way too shy to admit his love to them but finally ends up to tell them but reader is scared so they say no and Buttons is like really upset but by the end of the day Reader comes back and confess their feelings, all fluffy warnings: rejection, beating up, being short, and think that’s it AN: i decided to make the reader a newsie also gender neutral cause I feel like it needs to be.

Buttons watched as you bought your papes. A smile grew on his face when he saw you hold up a fist to the Delancey’s. Your normal threatening routine you did practically every morning and yet he never got tired of you doing that to them, mostly always about if they hurt the little ones you’d see to it personally to make sure they’d stay in the hospital.

“Ya know I think Katherine will let ya barrow her camera.” JoJo laughed nudging Buttons.

“What I needa camera for?”

“Ta take a picture of (y/n). It’ll last longer than ya starring.” Henry answered.

“Haha.” Buttons mocked.

“Don’t be hahan’ us. You’s been in love with ‘er for what? Years now?” JoJo stated.

“Yea why don’t ya just tell them?” Henry asked.

“Cause I could be rejected.” Buttons snapped.

“Newsies hit the streets!” Jack yelled breaking their conversation.

“Just think bout it huh?” JoJo said giving him a light pat on the back.

Buttons thought about Henry and JoJo’s words as he made his way to his spot. He could see (y/n) from there and he liked that. Telling them his feelings though that was different. ~~~ Lunch finally came to and so him and (y/n) headed to their normal place in their selling area. It was a small noodle shop they had found one day when it was raining and needed shelter. The owner was nice to them but always made things awkward when he joked about the two of them as a couple, still the man was like Jacobi, very welcoming.

Buttons and (y/n) sat in their normal spot when Mr. Loc (it’s like Lock) came over to them.

“Here are your waters. I’ve already put your food order in.” He smiled looking at the two, “the couple special.” He laughed at his joke.

You both blushed and did a small chuckle to move his words along.

“I know, I know, you say your not, but your eyes can only see what you want them too.” He smiled even more before walking away.

This kinda stuff always left the two of you silent after he left but this time Buttons didn’t stay quiet.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cracked a little. “What if he’s not wrong?” Buttons was nervous he had been thinking about JoJo and Henry’s words all morning and Mr. Luc’s words. He loved you and he needed to tell you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your heart was beating so fast now you thought it was going to explode.

“I mean what if he’s not been wrong since we’ve been coming here? What if he knows something one or both of us is scared to admit.”

“You’re worrying me Buttons, what are you talking about?” you asked, though you knew Buttons was practically hitting home with every word.

“I, I love you,” he was blushing and looking at the table, “the way you threaten the Delancey’s every morning, the way you take care of the little newsies, and everything. I love you and everyone tells me to tell you because you may at least like me back.” Buttons looked at you with hope in his eyes.

“Ok you two, here you go.” Mr. Luc interrupted place a bowl in front of each of them before walking off.

“(Y/n)?” Buttons softly spoke getting you out of your thoughts, “please say something.”

You pushed your food away, “I-I don’t,” you looked away, you were scared to tell him how you felt. Sure he just conformed he loved you and you loved him but you couldn’t say it, “I’m sorry, here’s my owe for the food.” You said placing the money on the table before running out.

After you left the restaurant Buttons didn’t know what to do, he managed to sell more papes though he didn’t feel like it. After he was done selling he decided he wanted to go home, usually he’d go to the lodge house but you would probably already be back and he didn’t think he could handle it.

Buttons walked with his head low, only looking up when he was at a crosswalk. He didn’t even notice Oscar behind him till he pulled him into an alley.

Buttons had no strength to fight back and so he took every punch Oscar gave, none of it was as painful as (y/n)’s words to him.

Buttons was on the ground in a ball when someone else entered the alley. He assumed it was Morris until punches were being thrown at Oscar, through his watery eyes he made out (y/n)’s face, red and angry.

The fight didn’t seem to last long between them before Oscar ran off and (y/n) rushed to his side.

“Gosh Buttons, didn’t you fight back any?” you asked looking him over and he shook his head no.

“I didn’t have the strength.”

“What are you talking about? I know you can at least handle one of them.” you responded as you helped him sit up and he just looked at you, “it’s my fault isn’t it?” you asked guilt in your voice.

“(Y/n).”

“I’m sorry,” you felt the tears finally fall, “I wasn’t honest Buttons. I-I was just so afraid of what would change if I told you, but look at you now and all because I didn’t tell you I love you.”

His head shot up at your words, “You love me?” a smile was growing on his face.

“Yes you nitwit I love you.” you chuckled before leaning in and kissing him.

“Guess I’m your nitwit now.” He laughed.

“Yea sure, now lets get you to the lodge so I can patch you up.” you replied and tried helping him up.

“My hero.” He laughed.

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the-stories-in-my-head-95 · 6 years

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Forever

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. My story is a long one. Something happened nearly two centuries ago and I was transformed. My life is just like yours….except for one small difference. It never ends. Every time I die, I always return in water, and I’m always naked. Now you know as much about my condition as I do.

Message- Here’s my new one-shot! Based on the TV show- Forever!

WARNING- THE READER DIES...…A LOT. SELF HARM/ SUICIDE

Word Count- 1323

The war had ended. It took longer than expected, Captain America had stopped Hydra but the rest of the Nazi troops had still needed to be defeated, so you stayed on as a nurse. It helped to numb the pain of losing the love of your life- Bucky Barnes. You detached yourself from the rest of humanity after the war, only going to work and coming home, so you were surprised to find someone waiting in your kitchen.

“Who are you?” You ask the dark figure, but there is no answer the man just moves into the light. “Bucky.” You gasp.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” It was him but it wasn’t.

“Do you know who I am?” You ask.

“My mission.” Bucky says then he raises a gun.

“If you’re in there just know that I love you, Bucky Barnes and this isn’t your fault.” You say, then the gun goes off. Everything goes black, then you wake up in the Hudson river-naked.

It happens every couple of years, he finds you and he kills you, you put it together HYDRA never fell, it just went underground and they made Bucky their puppet. What you didn’t know is what they wanted with you.

As the times changed so did you, you went to medical school and became a medical examiner. You were a student of death, you hoped that studying it would lead to a cure for your infliction. You were working in New York City when the sky opens and the Aliens attack. You died, you had been crushed under a collapsed building, and you woke up in the Hudson.

The following weeks were busy, your barley rested, working around the clock to help identify the dead. You were the best at it, by why would you be- you had been working in death for the past two centuries.

“His name is Henry Morgan.” You say to your assistant.

“How did you figure that out so fast?””

“It’s written on the tag of his shirt.” You say as you take your gloves off. “Who’s next?”

“Next is a photo op.” Your assistant says.

“What?” You ask.

“The Avengers want to thank all the first responders.”

“I’m not a first responder.” You say.

“Still, you’re doing a lot.” Your assistant says shrugging. “Plus you get to meet Captain America.” At that your blood goes cold.

“I’m too busy, you go.” You say and you’re assistant

“They’re already here.” Your assistant says pointing to the entrance. You’re frozen in fear, fear of being recognized and fear of being exposed. It happens in slow motion, Steve walks into the room, looks around, his eyes find your face, but then they move on, but a second later they’re back on you.

“Y/N?” Steve gasps. Then he starts to walk over to you, but you take off running. You don’t really think, you just react, you feel everything closing in around you, your secret seconds away from being publicly exposed, so you do the first thing that comes to mind, and jump out the widow- in retrospect not your greatest plan. You hear Steve scream your name, and then someone jumps out after you, somehow he catches up to you, and midair he grabs you and pulls you to his chest, when you both hit the ground Steve takes the brunt of the impact. His arms continue to stay locked around you, not letting you escape. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You huff

“Good. Now what the fuck was that?” Steve asks.

“Sorry for freaking out when a total stranger knows my name!” You say playing dumb.

“Oh, cut the shit, Y/N.” Steve says, then he stands up, keeping you in his arms. “How are you alive?”

“How are you alive?” You snark back and Steve just smiles.

“It’s good to see you.” Steve says as he puts you down, as soon as he does you smack him across the face.

“YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FLEW THAT FUCKING PLANE INTO THE ARTIC!” You say “ME AND PEG HAD TO GREIVE BOTH YOU AND BUCK! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SUCKED! BUT NEITHER OF YOU IDIOTS KNOW HOW TO STAY DEAD! GOD YOU’RE SUCH A PUNK!”

“What do you mean neither of us know how to stay dead?” Steve murmurs

“Bucky’s not dead either. Hydra has him, they made him their puppet. Every couple of years they send him to kill me.” You whisper.

“And you stop him?” Steve asks.

“No, I let him shoot me.” You answer.

“How are you- how are you not dead.” Steve asks.

“I don’t stay dead. I-I die, see black, and then I wake up in a body of water.” You say.

“Why didn’t you tell us back during the war?” Steve asks.

“Would you have believed me?” You chuckle. “I told Peggy, after the war. She helped me get papers, so I can work and go to school when I need to.” Before Steve can say anything else, the rest of the Avengers come bounding out of the building.

“What was that?” Tony screams, you and Steve just look at each-other and start to laugh.

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You end up joining the Avengers that day, both you and Steve start searching for Bucky, leaving no stone left unturned, eventually the two of you find him, while the Avengers slowly dismantle HYDRA.

The three of you are sitting in an interrogation room, in Avengers Tower.

“Do you know who we are?” Steve asks.

“No.”

“Do you know who you are?” You ask quietly. Bucky doesn’t answer, he just stares at the table. Thanks to Tony, Bucky has the next best therapy money can buy. The process is painfully slow, but he is making progress. Then one day he comes storming into the common room.

“WE DATED IN THE FORTIES!” Bucky yells.

“We did.” You say calmly.

“Hydra had me kill you.” He whispers. “I-I killed you over and over, every couple of years they would send me to kill you. How- How are you not dead?”

“You remember?” You ask.

“All of it.” Bucky whispers, you sigh in relief and move towards him, but he takes a step backwards. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“H-How can you even be in the same room as me? I’ve killed you. More than once!” Bucky yells

“Do you remember what I would say every time you would come to me?” You ask quietly, but Bucky doesn’t answer. So you slowly walk over to him, and put your hands on both sides of his face. “If you’re in there just know that I love you, Bucky Barnes and this isn’t your fault. I said that every single time, because it’s true! It wasn’t your fault!” Tears are streaming down both of your faces.

“Do you...do you still love me?” Bucky whispers.

“With all my heart.” You say, then Bucky leans down and he brushes his lips against yours. The two of you spend the rest of the morning cuddling on the couch.

“How are you still so young?” Bucky finally asks, so you explain. “Huh.” Is all Bucky says.

“That’s it? I just told you that I’m over two hundred years old and that I don’t stay dead and your entire reaction is ‘Huh’?” You ask.

“I’m a hundred year old POW who was turned into an assassin. Oh and I have a metal arm.” Bucky says as he shrugs. “We’re weird, at least we can be weird together.”

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you, too.” Bucky says smiling at you, then he pulls you into a searing kiss. “We should probably tell Steve that I’m back.” He murmurs as he pulls away.

“Yeah, or we could make out some more and then go tell him.” You giggle.

“God, I love you, Doll.” Bucky murmurs.

“Forever.” You say leaning your forehead against his.

“Forever.” Bucky agrees.

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eating-plastic · 8 months

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Autumn Leaves: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: fluff, first kiss, Henry and reader reunite, some swearing, murder, death (Henry and Marie go sicko mode on Gallows Creek), some guilt (Henry questions his mother's actions), I feel like I gotta say this but spoilers (mostly for the bad ending of the game), probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2576 words

A/N: Hey everybody! Let's break up the puppet master stuff with some x reader thingys. Leading the pack is a sequel to my first Henry x Reader fic Carnival Lights. I wasn't going to write a part two, but someone wanted it, and that got me brainstorming. It's funny, I never thought I'd like Henry so much (well, I like my version of Henry lol). Enjoy!

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Ever since that night at the carnival, Henry never forgot you. The first chance he got, he tried to call you. He wanted to believe that you gave him a real number, but there was still this sliver in his mind that wouldn't have been surprised at you deceiving him.

Of course, the moment he heard your voice on the other end of the phone, guilt consumed him for thinking such. You were so happy to hear him, eagerly asking how he was doing and asking him what he had seen on his "road trip" with his mother. He told you everything, with the exception of all the "murder stuff".

Despite wanting to make his mother proud, and wanting to see her plan through, he missed you. That longing to see you again grew with every phone call. With every mile driven in-between the two of you.

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Henry was lying down on the bed in the motel room his mother had rented. While he was originally listening to the TV, now he was just staring up at the ceiling. His mother sat on her own bed, writing in a notebook on her lap and occasionally mumbling something. He brings his wrist up to his face to look at his watch. It was almost time for him to find a phone booth and call you. He always tried to call you at a set time, so he would never miss you.

He sits up and stretches, before walking to where he and his mother's black trench coats hung.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, mom," he calls while putting on his coat.

"Alright, be careful,," she replies, glancing up from her notebook, briefly.

"I know," he opens the door and exits the room.

Henry wastes no time walking to the phone booth that stood by its lonesome. He pulls his coat tighter around himself when he enters. It was autumn now, and the weather was getting chilly. He reaches into his pocket for some quarters and inserts them into the machine. He always made sure he carried change on his person now.

He then raises the phone to his ear and waits.

"Hello?," you chirp from the other end.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles at the sound of your voice.

"Oh, Henry! Hi! How are you?" you ask. He can practically feel your cheerful nature radiate through the phone.

"I'm doing alright. How have you been?"

"I'm good. Nothing too big to report. Just hung out with friends a bit," you respond.

"Well, as long as you're doing okay," he thinks for a moment. "I uh...the road trip's been fine. In fact, tomorrow's the last day."

Tomorrow. The big day. The day that Gallows Creek pays. And then after that...well...Henry wasn't too sure. His mother said that they could finally live a normal life, but where? He thought about asking her to move to your hometown, but then he'd probably have to explain why. And if she said "no"....

Fuck it. He was going to see you again, no matter what she decided.

"Oh, did you have fun?" you question.

"Yeah, it's been fine. I just...I really miss you," he sighs.

"I miss you too. Will you...will you ever be in town, again?" your voice drops.

"I want to. Believe me, I do. I'm...I'm gonna see if my mom would think about swinging through, again. You know, after tomorrow," he decides.

"Really?" you light up.

"Yes...really," he nods to himself.

"And...and if she says 'no'?"

"Then I'll figure something out. Look, I'm not gonna stay away from you any longer than I have to, okay?"

"Okay," a small smile spreads across your face.

"Okay," he parrots. "I, uh...I guess I should say goodbye now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you sigh. "Good night, Henry."

"Good night, Y/N. I...," he stops himself. "I...I'll see you soon. I promise."

"You better," you quip.

You both hesitate, before ending the call. Henry lets out a shaky breath as he puts the phone back. He was really going to do this. He was really going to go through with his promise.

With that, he walks back to his motel room. When he enters, his mother's bed was now littered with pictures of different people. People he had never seen before. As he glances at them, he feels a bit of guilt twist in his gut. Some of the people in the photos had smiles on their faces, looking innocently into the camera. They really did remind him of you.

He just shakes his head and turns his attention back to the TV. He didn't want to think about that. Instead, he thought about how the faster Gallows Creek reaped what they sowed, the faster he could see you again.

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As night fell on the small town of Gallows Creek, so did a dark, suffocating cloud. Blood stained the streets under the moonlight. While only some who were lucky managed to escape the wrath of Marie and her son, a devastating list of victims piled up.

Then the end came. Henry visited the radio station KFAM, and stared at the silhouette of Forrest Nash. A savior to few, but definitely not to all. He could hear his mother as she slowly cut away at the man that took everything away from her, Teddy Gallows Jr.

Life really was cruel. His mother, young and alone, trying to raise him with what little money she could scrape up. Meanwhile he sat upon his ivory tower getting richer and richer. If he had it his way, he would take a swing at him too. But no, his place was here. His job was to kill the loose end.

Then Peggy came into the picture. He remembered looking at the photo of his aunt, he did feel a bit ill. She had a smile similar to your own. It was bad enough having to listen to her screams as she died, but Forrest made it worse. He begged, he cried, he sobbed. He wanted Henry's mother to stop, and honestly he did too.

When he had enough, he burst into the room and stabbed him over and over again. Henry just wanted him to shut up, he wanted it all to shut up.

Once he was done, he ran out of the station, keeping to the shadows of the dark alleyways.

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Henry continues to stare up at the ceiling of the motel room. His mom had been gone for a while now. Sure, there was no possible way that cops could stop her, they both made sure of that. But of course that wouldn't stop vigilante justice from rising up. His mother was just one woman, and a group of people who wanted to avenge their slain neighbors could easily carry that task out. Fortunately, he hears the sound of the lock to the motel room clicking.

His mother walks into the room and removes her mask, an exhausted look on her face.

Henry gets up from his bed and runs over to her.

"Mom, are you alright? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Henry," she nods. "I'm...more than okay."

"So, it...it's over, now?" he asks, hopefully.

"Yes, it's done," she raises her hands to hold her son's face. "Now we're free. We can finally live a normal life."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you'd like," she smiles.

"Really?"

She nods once more.

"Then...then can we live...," he gives her the name of your hometown.

"I don't see why not. Although I don't know why out of all places you'd want to move there."

"I, um...," Henry sighs. "There's something I have to tell you."

A look of concern spreads across Marie's face.

"Okay."

"I...remember when we stopped there and...I had to kill that man at the carnival?"

She nods.

"And I told you that someone was following me around?"

"Yes."

"That...that wasn't true."

Marie's eyes widen.

"Henry," she places a hand over her heart.

"I know I should've done what you told me, and I did...eventually. I...I had fun with them, mom. For once in my life I felt normal. For once in my life I had fun. I...they gave me their number and I've been keeping in touch with them ever since. I...I love them, mom."

He finishes his confession and doesn't break his gaze from his mother's face.

A whole range of emotions go through her mind. She was upset at her son for lying to her. For getting distracted. Then again, that man paid in the end and...and her son was in love. And how was that something to be upset over.

"Oh, Henry," she pulls him into a hug, which he returns. "Remember to hold onto them tightly. To never let them go."

He nods.

"Now," she pulls away. "We've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. We need to rest up the best we can."

Henry smiles, and his mother walks away into the bathroom. He looks down at his hands. Hands that were conditioned to bring pain and death. But not anymore.

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Leaves in shades of oranges and browns dance in the wind as Henry walks down a sidewalk in your hometown. He and his mother pulled in a couple of hours ago, and he needed to stretch his legs.

Oh, and he also wanted to look for you as well.

He could've called you, but he wanted to find you. He wanted to surprise you. Luckily, he gets his chance.

As he passes by some diner windows, he glances inside and sees you sitting at a booth, too invested in your menu to notice him.

He enters, and you still don't look up. You don't look up until he is right by your booth.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Your head shoots up and a smile spreads across your face.

"Henry!" you stand from your seat and pull him into a tight embrace. He happily returns it. "When did you get into town?"

"A couple of hours ago. Decided to do some exploring."

You giggle and pull away.

"Oh! Are you hungry? Do you wanna have some lunch with me?" you ask

"Food sounds great."

Henry was no stranger with diner food once his mother decided to set her plan in motion. And you know what? He still enjoyed it. From eggs and pancakes to greasy hamburgers and french fries. So he ate what he ordered so eagerly, that you playfully asked him when the last time he even ate was.

Once the two of you finished eating and he made sure to beat you to paying at least for his own food, you decided to show him around town. All while you held his hand in your own, this time without the barrier of his leather gloves.

As you both walk, a flier catches your attention.

"Oh, hey! I got an idea!" you exclaim.

"What is it?" Henry asks, intrigued.

"The fall festival starts tomorrow. Do you wanna go?" you look up at him, still beaming.

"With you?" he asks, jokily. You nod.

"Well then. I think I do."

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You stand by the entrance of the festival, glancing around. Your friends came by and asked you to join them, but you told them you were waiting for someone, so they hesitantly left you be.

You eagerly bounce on the balls of your feet, the smells of cinnamon permeating the air. Then you spot him walking towards you, a smile on his face and his hands in his black trench coat pockets. You run to him, greeting him with a hug as you did back at the diner.

"What took you so long?" you ask.

"Sorry, my mom and I had to, uh, figure some things out," he says in a way that makes you want him to explain.

"What do you mean?" you look up at him. "How long are you two staying?"

"Hopefully forever."

Shock spreads across your face.

"Wha-wait? What?"

"Yeah, we...we're trying to find a place to live."

"I...," joy consumes you and you hug him even tighter. "Oh my God! Really?"

Henry chuckles and returns the hug, before patting you on the back.

"Come on. Are we gonna stand here, or are we gonna go to a festival?"

"Oh, right! Sorry," you pull away, and he offers you his hand, allowing you to drag him wherever you wanted to go.

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The night was no different to the night when you both first met, filled with games and candied apples. The only changes were that the weather was colder, and Henry was warmer.

Now the two of you were sitting at a picnic bench drinking some hot cocoa. While you were interested in your sweet beverage, he was glancing up at the lights strung up above you.

"This is nice," he remarks absentmindedly.

"It is," you smile over at him. He takes a deep breath before turning to you.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?" he gazes into your eyes.

"Of course you can," you say, your cheeks growing warm from his eyes.

"I like this," he begins. "I like...I like hanging out with you."

"I like hanging out with you too, Henry," you nod.

"It...it's more than that," he shakes his head. "You're so sweet, so gentle. It's hard to believe that someone like you exists....And honestly, I am so happy that...that you decided to follow me around."

You let out a small laugh that makes his heartbeat increase.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm happy I decided to bug you, too. I had way more fun with you than I would've had by myself."

"There's...one more thing," after some debating in his head, Henry takes both of your hands into his own. "Until I met you, I didn't have the best life. My mom had me when she was young and my dad was killed. She had no one...she had nothing, and she tried to give me the best life she could, but....I knew that that life wasn't normal, that I wasn't normal. But you didn't care. You saw something in me."

He moves closer to you.

"When I'm with you, I feel normal. I feel so happy with you, and...a-and I love you, Y/N....I-I really really do."

You were silent throughout his whole confession, but you're smiling harder than you had ever before.

"You mean it?" you lean closer to him.

Henry nods, smiling back at your positive reaction.

It was at that moment that you felt like your happiness was overflowing, bubbling over the surface. So you do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You kiss him.

It's a little rough and awkward with you doing it so impulsively and with Henry having never kissed someone before, but you two evened it out rather quickly. And it felt like the best experience in your life. Both of your minds were completely empty, the only resident now being bliss. To make it even better, you both taste the hot cocoa on each other's lips.

Eventually, you two pull away, your smiles still not wiped away.

"I love you too, Henry," you begin. "I promise that I'll do anything I can to keep you happy."

Henry laughs.

"Believe me, Y/N, with you, that won't be very hard."

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gothy-froggy · 8 months

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How Far Obsession Goes

(Killer Frequency spoilers)

Henry Barrows x fem!reader

Warnings: murder, obsessive behavior, violence, minor character death, suggestive, blood mentioned, main character being to shocked to do anything , non-consensual sexual behavior and actions(?) , not proofread, rushed

Summary: Henry and reader were good friends, now dating, but little does reader know, Henry is in love with her. Obsessed with her. And as the the Whistling Man returns, Henry let’s reader knows about how deep his feelings are.

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Look at me more.

Smile at me more.

Love me more.

The three phrases echoed in Henry’s mind. He knew his girlfriend loves him. He knows she’s faithful to him. No need to feel like this, but he wants more. Henry wished he could just have her in his arms all the time. Her soft and warm skin against his. Her scent overwhelming his nose, making him drunk from it. Her arms around him as if she needs to be protected. Her pretty head on his chest, the weight from her body pressing more onto him. He needed more.

Henry looked at his reflection before taking a deep breath in, looking down at a picture of his lovely girlfriend. Such a beauty, a shame that he couldn’t be with her every second of their lives. Boy does he wish he can. He stuffed the photo franticly into the pocket of his coat.

“Ready?” His mother asked. She handed him a blade. Henry slowly nod, taking the blade and putting it in his other pocket. His mother grabbed his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“Try your best not to get distracted. This town has to pay. Make me proud.”

Henry gave his mother another nod, but he knew he was going to get distracted. His true love isn’t with him. She’s with a friend instead since he had to make an excuse and an alibi for the night. All he could think was maybe, just maybe he could check up on her between kills.

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Love me

“I’m glad we could hang out.” Alex smiled as he grabbed a soft drink from the mini fridge in the bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m happy you could make it!” She agreed, sitting at the end of the bed.

“I know that this day of the year is hard for you. Thought you would like some company.”

“Yeah, appreciate it.” Alex nod, sitting on the floor next to the bed. He held his drink from the top, letting it dangle over his knee.

“I’m surprised that your boyfriend allowed this.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, puzzled by his words. Alex laughed lightly, looking up at her.

“You know, he’s just so protective over you. I get that you two are dating, but he doesn’t got to guard you that much.”

She lightly laughed.

“He means no harm. Henry is a good guy.” She waved it off. She went down the stairs and grabbed Ponty’s Pizza. She played some music and offered Alex some pizza.

“Come on, let’s talk about something else, yeah?”

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Laugh with me

Love me

Henry wiped the blood of his blade. He stared at the lifeless eyes from the man he had just killed. He grabbed his phone and called his mother.

“Mom, I’ll go for him. I know where he’s at.”

“Ok. Be careful. Call me when you’re done. Then we’ll head to the station.”

Henry quickly muttered a ‘I love you’ to his mother before hanging up. He pulled out the picture of his true love. Oh how beautiful his girlfriend is. Every bit of her. Oh he loves her so much. Maybe a little too much. No, that’s not possible. You can never love someone too much. His mother proved that. All of this for his father. He would do the same for her. She could even ask him to and he would. There was no limit to what he would do for her. He thinks of her daily, over a million times.

Henry put the photo away and glanced at the body. Yeah, he would do this for his sweet love in a heartbeat. He put the blade away and walked over to her house. It was just perfect. He gets to see her and kill a target. And so her how deep his love for her goes.

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Laugh with me

Think of me

Love me

She held Alex in her arms as he cried. His empty soda can forgotten on the ground with quite a few beers. Alex clinging on her sleeves.

“Just why my parents, you know?” The sobbing, drunken Alex sniffled.

“On this…fucking day too!” She pat his back, gently shushing him.

“You aren’t alone Alex. You’re ok.” She comforted him. Alex hiccuped, looking up at her.

“Yeah, I got you, don’t I?” He slurred a bit. Alex forced her on the bed, ignoring her scream and discomfort.

“Alex, no! Let me go!” She screeched. Alex brought his face closer with a more sickly smile.

“Come on. Do you know how, long I waited to get with you?” Alex gritted his teeth, sounding frustrated and upset.

“That Henry fuck ruined it all!” She flinched by his shout.

“Alex, please,” She whispered as panic continued to build.

Panic builder up, but no longer from Alex.

Alex suddenly got off of her, hitting the floor hard. A masked man in a long trench coat, the Whistling Man, grabbed him, throwing him against the desk and from wall to wall. Her frantic screams helped nothing as Alex got his serve beating.

The Whistling Man pulled out his blood stained knife with one hand, the other keeping Alex against the wall with a ball of his shirt. The blade being shoved deep inside Alex’s stomach. The Whistling Man took the blade out and threw Alex on the floor. He turned him over after getting on top, rising the knife with both hands.

He stabbed the knife into his chest.

He stabbed his chest again.

And again.

M e

Again.

The Whistling Man stabbed Alex directly in the heart, adding pressure as he watched him take his final breath. He tilted his head before taking the knife out. He turned to the mortified woman. He grabbed her as she tried to run out of the door.

“Shhh.” He turned her around and sat her on the bed. He took the mask off, revealing it was her boyfriend.

“Henry?!” She screeched, desperately trying to get away.

“Baby, he can’t hurt you anymore, it’s ok. I’m here.” He forced her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Henry ignored her scared rambling and attempt to get away.

“Look at me,” He said calmly, grabbing her cheek with a hand.

“I will kill anyone for you. Understood? Anyone.” His sickly obsessed eyes staring into hers. He rubbed her cheek as he kept a firm grasp on her, but not enough to hurt her.

“I love you, ok?” He whispered. He lightly jerked her head as she tried to glance at Alex’a deceased body.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He demanded. Her fearful eyes looking back at Henry.

“Much better,” He slightly smiled.

“Don’t try to run away. You got it?” He told her. She very slowly nodded her head, following his instructions. Henry wrapped his arms around just below her waist, laying his body over her legs. He felt her loud and fast beating heart, her visible shaking. He let out a content sigh, looking up at her. His eyes were no longer loving. Something darker and twisted, more deep.

Obsession.

“I would do anything for you.”

Look at me more.

Smile at me more.

Touch me more.

Laugh with me more.

Think of me more.

Love me more.

More more more.

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historybehindassassinscreed · 7 years

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In Game:

Charles Dickens was an English novelist and social critic during the Victorian era.

At some point during 1868, he quite literally bumped into the Assassins Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, and Henry Green in Whitechapel. Henry told the Frye twins that Dickens was a valuable ally to have. He later welcomed Jacob and Evie as members of the "Ghost Club", and together they investigated local mysterious with allegedly paranormal causes.

At the first meeting of the club, the twins were tasked by Dickens to investigate the “demon”, Spring-Heeled Jack.

One night in the Lambeth district, there were a number of victims being assailed by an attacker said to have been killed by the murderer. The Frye twins found out, though, that the supposed demon was a cultist in disguise. They tracked down the impersonator through their workshop and eliminated the cult.

Dickens also pointed the Frye twins towards the cases of Enzio Capelli and James Jasper. Later, the Ghost Club met in a pub to toast to their success in debunking superstition.

In Real Life:

Charles John Huffam Dickens was the well-known and prolific British author of numerous works during the Victorian era that are now considered classics, such as “A Christmas Carol,” “Great Expectations,” and “A Tale of Two Cities.”

Dickens was born on February 7, 1812, in Portsmouth, England. He was the second of eight children to John and Elizabeth Dickens (née Barrow). The former was a navy clerk and the latter aspired to be a teacher and school director. Despite their best efforts, however, the Dickens family remained very poor.

In 1816, they moved to Chatham, Kent, where Charles and his siblings were free to roam the countryside and explore the old castle at Rochester. Charles, however, spent a lot of his time reading voraciously. In 1822, the Dickens family moved again, this time to Camden Town, a poor neighborhood in London, because John Dickens had been recalled to the Navy Pay Office headquarters. By then the family’s financial situation had grown dire, as John Dickens had a bad habit of living beyond the family’s means. Eventually, when Charles was twelve years old, John was sent to prison for debt in 1824.

After his father’s imprisonment, Charles Dickens was forced to leave school to work at a boot-blacking factory alongside the River Thames. At the rundown, rodent-ridden factory, Dickens earned six shillings a week labeling pots of “blacking,” which was a substance that was used to clean fireplaces. It was the best he could do to help support his family, now that their primary breadwinner was gone. Looking back on the experience, Dickens saw it as the moment he said goodbye to his youthful innocence, stating that he wondered “how [he] could be so easily cast away at such a young age.” He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him. These sentiments would become a recurring theme in his writing later on.

Dickens was able to go back to school later on when John Dickens's paternal grandmother, Elizabeth Dickens, died and bequeathed him £450. John used that money to pay off his debts. When Charles was fifteen, though, he was taken out of school once again so that he could work as an office boy to contribute to his family’s income. As it turned out, this job became an early launching point for his writing career.

Within a year of being hired, Dickens began freelance reporting at the law courts of London. Just a few years later, he began to report for two major London newspapers. In 1833, he began submitting sketches to various magazines and newspapers under the pseudonym “Boz.” In 1836, his clippings were published in his first book, “Sketches by Boz.” Following Dickens’ success, he soon married a woman by the name of Catherine Hogarth. Together, the couple had ten children before they separated in 1858.

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In the same year that “Sketches by Boz” was released, Dickens started publishing “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.” His series of sketches, originally written as captions for artist Robert Seymour’s humorous sports-themed illustrations, took the form of monthly serial installments. The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club was wildly popular with readers. In fact, Dickens’ sketches were even more popular than the illustrations they were meant to accompany.

Around this time, Dickens had also become publisher of a magazine called Bentley’s Miscellany, in which he started publishing his first novel, “Oliver Twist,” which tells the story of the life of an orphan growing up in the streets. The story was inspired by how Dickens felt as an impoverished child forced to get by on his wits and earn his keep. Dickens continued showcasing his story in the magazines he later edited, including “Household Words” and “All the Year Round,” the latter of which he founded. The novel was extremely well received in both England and America with many dedicated readers.

From 1838 to 1841, he published “The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby,” “The Old Curiosity Shop,” “Barnaby Rudge,” “American Notes for General Circulation,” and “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit,” though none were as popular as “Oliver Twist.” Over the next several years, though, Dickens published more novels and stories, such as “A Christmas Carol” and “David Copperfield.”

In the 1850s, Dickens suffered from both the loss of one of his daughters and his father. He also separated from his wife at this time, slandering her publically, and formed a relationship with the young actress Ellen "Nelly" Ternan, though sources differ on whether he started seeing Ternan before or after he and his wife split apart.

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In 1865, Dickens was in a train accident and never fully recovered. Despite his fragile condition, he continued to tour around England and America until about 1870. On June 9th, 1870, at the age of fifty-eight, Dickens had a stroke and died at Gad’s Hill Place, his country home in Kent, England. He was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. At the time of Dickens’ death, his final novel, “The Mystery of Edwin Drood,” was unfinished.

Sources:

https://books.google.com/books?id=v6gmAQAAMAAJ&q=isbn:9780198662136&dq=isbn:9780198662136&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjJ0semxrjTAhVIHGMKHao1B5YQ6AEIJTAA

http://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml

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hermanwatts · 5 years

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Sensor Sweep: D&D Cartoon, Tim Kirk, Lin Carter, Literary Swordsmen and Sorcerers

Animated Cartoons (CBR.com): When CBS ordered a series based on the latest trend, fantasy role-playing games, perhaps they didn’t know what awaited them. Debuting on Sept 17, 1983, Dungeons & Dragons (inspired by the game created by

Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson, and published by TSR) came to air already surrounded by controversy. The game’s use of occult imagery wasn’t the only factor disturbing parents groups. Some even declared it a literal danger to young people.

Art (Black Gate): Tim Kirk, another artist who has had a major professional career, was nominated for Best Fan Writer 8 times in the between 1969 and 1977, winning the Hugo in 1970, 1972, 1973, 1974, and 1976. It would be fair to say that for me, coming into contact with fandom in this period, my image of “fan art” was formed by Tim Kirk’s work, along with two more artists who won for their 1970s work, William Rotsler and Alexis A. Gilliland. (Not to slight the excellent Phil Foglio, but for whatever reason his art didn’t enter my consciousness until later. And Alicia Austin, four-time nominee and 1971 winner, was and is a favorite artist of mine, but for her professional work.)

Fiction Release (DMR Books): DMR Books is proud to present our next release: the picaresque fantasy novel The Road to Infinity by Gael DeRoane. It will be available in digital and trade paperback editions very soon (within the next few days), and the classic size edition (6.5” x 4.25”) should be released before the end of June. Read on for more:

Poised on the brink of manhood, young Aran Dyfar makes a rash and momentous decision that will either elevate him to glory or seal his doom.

History (Barbarian Book Club): “No silver, no Swiss,” commented Gian Trivulzio, a Milanese Condottiero during the Italian Wars. He was talking about the Swiss Mercenaries that served in the armies of the Italian City States. They were expensive and often sieges and sacks depended on the city’s ability to pay foreign soldiers.

A more recent quote “Amateurs talk about tactics, but professionals study logistics,” quoted to Gen. Robert H. Barrow, Commandant of the USMC.

Fiction (Uproxx.com): Martin is no casual fan of Lovecraft. He regularly cites the writer as one of his earliest reading obsessions. He’s visited

Lovecraft’s grave in Rhode Island, and even wrote some elaborate fan fiction back in 2011 pitting Jaime Lannister against Cthulu in a deathmatch. When George sat down to speak with Stephen King, their conversation kept leading back to Lovecraft’s influence on both of their writing.

Fiction (DMR Books): When I was eleven years old, I preferred Lin Carter’s Jandar of Callisto series to Edgar Rice Burroughs’ books about Mars. Sacrilege I know, and that’s not the case today, but as a kid, I liked that the Callisto books were written in modern language, and the events described not only took place within my lifetime, they were still occurring now, in the 1970s when I was reading them. I could almost believe they were true.

Gaming (Player One): What happens when you have a cyberpunk futuristic world and put in the themes of H.P. Lovecraft? You get the latest offering from Stormling Studios, Transient. Aside from this announcement, Stormling Studios also released a reveal trailer. So what is the game all about? It begins in a distant and post-apocalyptic future. Whatever remains of mankind are now living in the Domed City Providence, an enclosed citadel that was created in order for humans to survive the harsh environment. Amidst all of this, the story focuses on Randolph Carter, a member of ODIN, a hacker-for-hire group.

Robert E. Howard (John C. Wright): The Devil in Iron was published in the August 1934 issue of Weird Tales, several months after the previous story, Queen of the Black Coast. It is the eleventh published story in the Conan canon. We have reached the halfway mark of the published Conan stories completed by Robert E. Howard.

Howard here recycles elements of his own previous stories – there is a magic blade as in Phoenix on the Sword, the sole bane of an otherwise invulnerable eldritch monster, who is a resurrected necromancer as in The Black Colossus.

Comic Books (Paint Monk): Our tale begins as Conan, Bêlit, and Zula battle Stygian warriors in the catacombs of Luxor. As the fight progresses, the trio finds a secret passage that allows them to descend further into the depths beneath the city.

Zula shows some empathy toward the Stygian soldier’s fate – Conan and company are killing them simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bêlit declares she will kill any Stygian, because they were the people who helped her Uncle overthrow and kill her Father.

History (Real Crusade History): Henry was born May 3, 1217, the third child but the first son of King Hugh I of Cyprus and his queen Alice de Champagne. (Alice was the daughter of Isabella I of Jerusalem and her third husband Henri de Champagne.) When Henry was just eight months old, his father died suddenly, while absent from the kingdom on the Fifth Crusade. According to the constitution of the kingdom, a minor king’s regent was his nearest relative resident in the Latin East, in this case, Henry’s mother Alice de Champagne. However, Alice showed remarkably little interest in wielding political power.

Fiction (Eldritch Paths): I was reading The King Beyond the Gate, the second book in David Gemmell’s Drenai Saga. I really enjoyed the larger-than-life heroes in Gemmell’s first book, Legend. Druss the Legend was an awesome character, taking on scores of baddies and coming up on top. Even the leader of the enemy invasion force respected the strength and sheer force of will that was Druss. I was expecting, no, wanting more of the same from the second book. Most of this second book seemed to deliver.

RPG (Pulp Rev): Designing for games is vastly different from designing for stories.

Readers engage a prose story through the plot, characters, and prose. The writer guides them on a journey in the mind, directing the story from start to finish.

Gamers engage a game through its mechanics. By playing as their avatar, they create their own experience.

Readers and gamers have different ways of approaching their chosen media. The requirements of these media lead to different design choices.

Writing (Mad Genius Club): Write the soldier as he (or she) is, not as you wish to caricature them, not as your narrative demands. Haven’t served in the military? Start looking through your list of friends for somebody who has. Sit down and ask them questions (bring drinks), listen and be respectful. See, contrary to popular belief, we will talk. If you show yourself to be trustworthy, we’ll tell you the unvarnished truth about life in the service. What hurt, what sucked, what made us laugh, made us cry, made us mad, made us happy, what made it home for us.

RPG (Brain Leakage): About three or four sessions into my current campaign, I noticed that my players didn’t really like the abstract nature of D&D combat. No matter how much narration and dramatizing I did, combat just felt too passive to them. Specifically, they wanted to do something besides stand there and take it while the enemy rolled against their AC. Now, one thing I’ll say in favor of D&D combat RAW. It’s streamlined. And if the players are happy enough to fill in the blanks by imagining feints, dodges, and other maneuvers happening in between declared actions and combat rolls, then it’s fine.

T.V. (Pulpfest): Rod Serling’s THE TWILIGHT ZONE ran on CBS from 1959 to 1964. It remains in syndication to this very day. A new version of the series — narrated by filmmaker Jordan Peele — premiered on CBS All Access on April 1, 2019. Sixty years after its original debut, Rod Serling’s remarkable creation is still very much embedded in the public consciousness.

The creator of THE TWILIGHT ZONE was born on December 25, 1924 in Syracuse, New York. His brother, the late novelist and aviation writer Robert Serling, said: “We were fairly close as kids and we played together a hell of a lot, despite the seven-year difference. The two of us used to read AMAZING STORIES, ASTOUNDING STORIES, WEIRD TALES — all of the pulps. If we saw a movie together, we’d come home and act it out, just for the two of us.”

Lit Crit (George Kelley): Just by chance, I stumbled across this 1976 Arkham House edition of L. Sprague de Camp’s wonderful Literary Swordsman and Socerers at my local public library. I immediately took it out and read it. De Camp’s informational essays on these fantasy writers made me want to drop everything and reread some of the great books by these authors. I’m a big fan of Lord Dunsany, but I haven’t read more than a fraction of his oeuvre. I’ve read most of Lovecraft, but I can always pick up one of his collections and find delight in its pages.

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 6:

Sitting down on your bed, you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed heavily, shaking your head.

Laying back down, you covered your eyes with your arm as you tried to get back to sleep but your couldn’t.

Standing up, you walked out the room, down the hallway and into the room you were searching for and you closed the door.

“Don’t.”

Thomas raised his hands and looked up at you.

You crossed your arms as you looked at him, and Thomas swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Stand up.”

He did and you walked over.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Testing something.”

Placing your hands on the side of his face, you kissed him more softly this time, and Thomas kissed you back.

Pulling away, you looked at him.

“Did you find your answer?” He smirked.

You glared at him and he grinned at you.

You turned around and made your way back to the door.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked.

“I will throw you off the top of this home.” You warned.

“I don’t kiss and tell Mr (L/N).”

“I should hope not should you want us both to be hanged.”

“Does this mean I can come to your room?” He smirked.

“Thomas Barrow.” You hissed.

You left his room and made your way back to your room and got back into bed after confirming your suspicions.

You quickly fell asleep again, mind plagued on and off by nightmares, so all in all it was worthless to try and get some sleep because you felt restless.

Waking up the following evening, you ran a hand through your hair and stood up, taking your shirt off you began to get your uniform ready.

“Sir.”

The door was opened and you turned around to look at Henry.

“Yes?”

“There’s some mail for you downstairs, Mr Barrow is bringing it up. Are you sure you don’t need me for the next two nights?”

“No, of course not. Get some rest you deserve it thank you.”

He nodded and stepped aside to let Thomas in, and Thomas closed the door behind him, setting the numerous parcels and a letter on your bed.

“Do you make it a habit walking around half dressed?” Thomas asked.

“When I’m not expecting company yes.”

You finished gathering your uniform and laid it out on your bed, getting your sword you set that in the bed as well.

Thomas walked over and he touched one of the scars on your back, noting how you tensed and froze.

“Don’t.” You warned.

Thomas pulled his hand away and you looked at him.

“I’m going to be late.”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“You may not care about your job so much but I do. Leave.”

Thomas furrowed his brows a little in confusion.

“I.. just thought you were interested…” he mumbled.

You pulled on an undershirt and your uniform shirt.

“Well you were mistaken.”

Thomas clenched his jaw and nodded his head.

“I see, I won’t tell anyone don’t worry.”

With that he left and you glanced to the door before you finished getting dressed and you made your way out of your room.

Walking down the hallways you raised your hand and you hesitated before walking away and down the stairs.

You had too much going on to be focused on such things like this.

You handed out the orders for the night, and you walked into your office, sitting down you pulled out a slip of paper and a pen and you began to write.

You listed everything you believed that could help Chiron.

Setting your own down, you lit a cigarette and walked through to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, and you froze realising you weren’t alone.

“Mrs Patmore?”

“Oh I’m sorry Mr (L/N) I didn’t realise you would be coming through.”

“Nonsense, is everything alright?”

“I’m just trying to be prepared for tomorrow. We have a lot of guests coming.”

You nodded your head and looked at her.

Putting the kettle on, you picked up two cups and set them on the side.

“How much do you have to do?”

“Quite a lot I’m afraid, I hope it’s no bother I can go if you’d like.”

“Not at all, stay, do you need help?”

“Oh no that’s alright, thank you though.” She said.

You nodded and made the two cups of tea and you set hers on the table in the kitchen.

“Take a break. It’s no use if you exhaust yourself.”

“Right yes you’re quite right.”

You set your cup down and walked through your office, bringing your work through you sat down with her and carried on writing.

“Why in heavens name are you writing like that?”

“Ancient Greek Mrs Patmore, I’m simply sending a letter back to Chiron, back home.”

“Can he read it?”

“He’s the one who taught me all I know.”

“So you’re not English?”

“Oh no, I am English yes. My mother was from London, my father is Greek.”

She nodded her head and looked at you.

“You don’t look greek to me.”

“I wasn’t aware we looked a certain way.”

You smiled at her and folded the letter, setting it aside and you began going through your papers.

Sipping your tea, you raised your pen as she stood up and gestured for her to sit down again, and she did.

“You’ve not finished your tea.”

“Oh but I have ever so much to do.”

“And you can do it, I have seen you work through worse Mrs Patmore, and you have the entire guard at your disposal if you need help.”

She nodded and picked up her own cup, and you finally let her leave the table when she finished.

“So he can be nice to people.”

“Only to some Henry. You’re up early.”

“I thought I’d catch a train to see my family today sir if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, stay for breakfast with the others and then you can go.”

“Of course, thank you sir.”

You nodded your head and stood up, gathering everything you set it in your office, tucked your letter into your breast pocket and walked into the kitchen.

“Ah Daisy, Mrs Patmore hasn’t slept. Look out for her.”

“Of course! Are you staying for breakfast?”

“No, I’m quite alright thank you though.”

You made your way back upstairs and you stopped when you encountered him in the hallway.

Looking at him, you opened your door and gestured for him to get in and he did, and so did you, closing the door behind you.

“I thought you wanted nothing more to do with me?” He asked.

“Just come here.”

Walking over you hastily kissed him and he had no complaints in kissing you back, his hands on the back of your neck as he pulled you closer.

Pulling away, Thomas gazed at you with confused grey eyes.

“I still hate you.” You said.

He smirked.

“Hate me all you want.”

He leant in to kissed you again.

Pulling away, you looked at the door and back to him.

“You’re going to be late.”

“Oh I don’t care, I’m not much a rule follower.”

Thomas kissed you again, and you quickly pulled away, holding a finger to your lips, you pulled him to the door and stood him behind it.

Just then there was a knock, and you opened it.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen Mr Barrow?” Mr Carson asked.

“I’m afraid not Mr Carson, if I do I’ll send him down.”

“Yes thank you Mr (L/N).”

You closed the door and held your finger to your lips again as you looked at Thomas who went to say something.

Listening carefully you sighed in relief when you heard the door close to the landing.

“How do you know?” He asked.

“Let’s call it a family skill.”

“A useful one.” He smirked.

You took your uniform jacket off and set it on your bed and you felt Thomas behind you, so you turned around.

“You are now late.”

“Well it doesn’t matter then does it?”

Thomas took your face in his hands and kissed you again, and you smirked a little, kissing him back before you pulled away.

“Get out of here…” you whispered.

“Must I?”

You smacked the back of his head and handed him your comb so he could fix his hair and he set it back on your dresser and looked at you.

“See you tonight Mr (L/N).” He smirked.

With that, Thomas left you room and you went back to what you were doing.

Opening the parcels, you set the medical supplies with everything else and opened the letter.

‘Hermes is bringing you something later on today, ensure you keep it on you at all times.’

Furrowing your brows, you set the letter aside and laid down on your bed, book in hand.

There was a knock on your door and you looked up.

“I’m terribly sorry Mr (L/N), Mr Carson has requested everyone downstairs.”

You nodded your head and grabbed your gown, pulling it on along with your shoes by the door and you followed Mr Bates and the rest of the guardsmen down the stairs.

Standing in the back of the room, you took the just lit cigarette from Thomas and he glared at you a little bit.

“You could have asked nicely.”

“I don’t ask, I take.”

Thomas looked you up and down and you glared at him making him smirk and raise his hands as he lit another one.

“His Lordship is leaving for Scotland tomorrow.”

You tuned out the chattering voices and instead wondered to the door just in time to hear it go.

Opening it, you stared at the god in front of you.

“Come with me.”

You led him through to your office, and looked at Anna, Daisy and Thomas who all were looked at you.

You raised a finger to your lips to tell them all to be quiet and you went in, closing the door behind you.

“I got the letter, what is it you’re bringing me?”

“A gift from your father actually.”

Hermes pulled out a pocket watch and you looked at it confused.

“It’s not what you think, it will make a small ticking noise when monsters are nearby, but there’s also this.”

Hermes pulled out another item and showed you the insignia ring.

“He said to wear this at all times and never, never take it off.”

You furrowed your brows and took it.

“Is there any reason why?”

“He wouldn’t say, but he was insistent on never taking it off.”

You sighed.

“I see. Thank you Hermes.”

He nodded his head and looked around the room before turning back to you.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I will tell you this, rumours are going around, and whatever it is, is big, and ugly, and it’s looking for revenge.” He whispered.

“On what?”

“On the gods…”

You nodded and you led him back out of the building and he looked at you.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked.

“I am, I’ve not a clue about the others, but we have no choice.”

He nodded his head and left and you walked back inside, straight up the stairs back to your room.

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t, so again you changed back into a normal suit, you grabbed a few of the medical boxes you had been given, and you made your way back downstairs.

In your office you set them on the floor by your desk and you sat down, staring at the paper you were working on not long ago.

There was a knock on your door, and you looked up to find Jimmy standing there.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were up, I was actually just about to get you. There’s a visitor for you.”

You stood up, pocketing the paper, you followed him to the door where Mr Carson, Mr Bates and Thomas were all stood.

“You’re a long way from home.”

“Chiron sent me on his behalf.” The other man replied.

You nodded your head and stepped through the doorway.

“What is it John?”

He flicked his gaze to the far end of the yard away from everyone, so you followed him, glancing back at now just Thomas and Jimmy who were stood smoking before turning back to John.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“Chiron sent me with news, more monsters have appeared. We’re running out of time and we still have no game plan…”

You sighed.

“I know, give this to Chiron. And tell him that I was warned that whatever this is wants revenge on the gods…”

“What does that have to do with us?” He asked.

You handed him the paper and looked around before turning back to him.

“Everything. We are their children, and they will be after us. I assume I know exactly what this is about, and what they are after.”

“What?”

You clenched your jaw.

“I cannot say, not yet. I don’t know if it’s true, and I won’t until the oracle tells us something, anything that can help us.”

“She has, a small group have been sent on a quest to retrieve something. I’m not sure what, but she has spoken. More and more quests are being sent out.”

“Then it’s only a matter of time until she tells us something about this.”

“You know they’re going to make you the lead on this, right?”

“I will not lead an army of untrained demigods to die!” You hissed.

“You may have no choice!”

You glared at him.

“I have every choice, I will deal with this myself if I must!”

“And if you die?”

“Apparently dead things aren’t staying dead for long, so I’ll simply come back. Wouldn’t be the first time, nor will it be the last.”

You began to walked away.

“You cannot do this yourself (Y/N)! Whether you like it or not we both know exactly what’s going to happen” John called after you.

“Nothing is set it stone, not yet.” You called back.

You turned around and watched him leave, and you turned back around.

“What was that about?” Jimmy asked.

“Nothing to do with you.” You snapped.

“Come on, you won’t even share, it sounds rather interesting.” Thomas said.

You pointed a finger at him.

“Do not push it Thomas I’m not in the mood for your games today.”

“Is it family issues? Though I’m sure why you’re so riled up about that, you don’t seem to care about your family.”

“I am warning you…”

“Perhaps our very own Mr (L/N) is a spy, or working for somebody else. Maybe he’s a criminal, I’m sure his lordship would like to hear about this.”

“You will say nothing of this.” You growled.

Jimmy nodded and back away from you, but Thomas smirked.

“Maybe I will.”

You lunged forward, punching him in the face you knocked him to the ground and he looked up at you in shock.

“Stay out of my business it concerns nobody but myself.”

Thomas reached up to touch his bloodied nose.

Jimmy ran inside to get help.

“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Thomas grumbled standing up.

You looked up at him.

“Forget everything that conspired between us Thomas Barrow, there is nothing there, and quite frankly, you wouldn’t want there to be anything there either.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“I do. I have more pressing matters to tend to then the likes of you and some silly little crush you have on me.”

You walked away, ignoring Thomas calling your name and you walked back into your office and closed the door.

You didn’t have time to play his games, and you didn’t have time to spare, you were on a tight schedule, and who knows you had left until all of the underworld rained down on you

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