#llewellyn x reader

[millersfinest]

fun little idea:

i’ve been slowly getting interested in life is strange… would you guys be interested in some fics?

[nymphea0]

The Duke And His secret

Yan! Matthias x Reader

Oneshot Story.

Warnings : mentions of nudity, use of power, mention of sleeping pills, Bird corpse, some light mature content.

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Manhwa : 울어 봐, 빌어도 좋고.Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Cry, Even if You Pray.

Author & Ilustration : Solche & Van J.

Word Count : 3.25K word.

Hi Neva again... i didn't post any story a few days ago, mybe? i always forget that i have a tumblr TvT... hope you all are doing well and having a nice day, i never expected my last story character manhwa Ishakan will be liked so much, i'm glad you all like my story, mybe after this story i will update Ishakan's story soon.

Well, for your information. Solche, the author who made Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Has 3 other stories too!, Solche has a style of writing stories in dark romance but realistic version? I'm not so sure. And all the stories, every ML character is a complex character in each of the 3 stories, Matthias is the darkest black character among them all, He is the definition of Black Fleg, not a red flag, but black!, I wonder if you all like it if I write this character again? Like Bastian and Bjorn?.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my first oneshot story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Birds chirp throughout the Arvis paradise forest, so green and beautiful, so fertile and very pleasing to the eye to see every corner.

But the beauty must be broken by the loud sound of the nobles' annual hunting rifles in the Arvis region.

The sound of horse hooves and the barking of hunting dogs accompany every corner of the Arvis paradise forest.

Three pairs of teenagers are running along the outskirts of the road that is indeed not passed by the nobles.

Layla Llewellyn, Kyle Etman, and you.

Each of you holds a small shovel to bury every bird carcass from the nobles' hunt that lies pitifully along the hunting path.

"They're crazy! How could they be so relaxed hunting such beautiful animals!" Again, it will always be like this, where Layla will complain and cry, and Kyle will calm her down, while you, well you just sigh and dirty your dress.

Lyla is the niece of the gardener of the Arvis residence, Kyle is the son of a doctor, while you, you are just the daughter of an Earl from an empire quite far from the Berg empire.

Your soft and smooth white dress is now dirty from the dirt from the action of burying the bird's corpse, while Kyle is busy calming the crying Lyla.

While you are busy digging the ground you feel someone watching you, slowly raising your head, looking straight there your Amethyst eyes collide with sky-blue eyes, the eyes of the young duke of Arvis, Matthias Von Herhardt, Arvis's perfect work from the Berg empire, a skilled hunter, the , Lyla's natural enemy who loves birds.

There he is, on his horse, still fully dressed for hunting, tall, handsome and masculine, no wonder all the women in Berg want to marry him.

That's what's in your mind, you just stare at him for a moment then go back to burying the bodies of these poor birds.

"Come on Lyla, there's no point in crying, let's bury them properly"

Kyle's voice was very loud but gentle when calming Lyla who was busy crying

In the end you spent the afternoon together burying the carcasses of birds from the nobles' annual hunt.

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Walking in your now dirty white dress, it was certain that the maids and especially your mother would scold you.

Lyla she just looked at you and smiled guiltily with Kyle beside her who also looked at you guiltily.

"Well, you guys should take me to hidden places in this Arvis forest, as payment for me burying all the bird corpses" Kyle and Lyla spoke softly excitedly, especially Lyla who hugged you tightly.

"Of course!! We will definitely take you to a place you've never seen!"

Look at these two cinnamon rolls, they are so cute!.

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You still remember when you first arrived in the Berg Empire, the Arvis region, your mother's hometown. Your father is an Earl who fell in love with your mother, the daughter of a Baron from Arvis, they met at the annual event of nobles from all over the world held in the Berg Empire.

From their love you came, your father loves and cares for you very much, you inherited your mother's soft and beautiful face, while the rest, like snow-white hair, and your Amethyst Eyes you got from your father.

The combination of your father and mother, this is also what makes your grandmother and grandfather spoil and love you very much, they are like seeing your father but the female version.

In addition to the fact that your father loves your mother and you very much, your father made a small agenda that every 2 years you, your mother, and your father, will visit the Berg Empire, your mother's hometown Arvis.

The baron's residence is very different from the earl's residence where you live, if the Earl's residence is full of white buildings that have intricate carvings and statues that you will wonder which is the main residence, then the Baron's residence is only a 2-story building that is not so big with a fairly large yard.

Well, whatever it is, home is home.

That was when you first met Lyla and Kayle, at that time you were still 11 years old, and now you are 14 years old.

This is the second time you have visited your mother's hometown. For you, Arvis is beautiful, especially the forest, but your instincts say that behind the beauty there must always be ugliness that is hidden tightly, but you don't know what the ugliness is.

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After separating from Lyla and Kyle, you were scolded by your mother to the fullest. That is a sign that your mother loves you very much.

While your father just laughed out loud seeing your condition.

"Well, I thought our stray kitten likes to explore Tera, look at her hair, Hahaha" laughing out loud until he almost spilled the coffee in his hand.

"Don't defend her Vincent! This could become a habit!"

Finally you and your father knelt down with your mother holding a broom standing upright scolding the two of you who were behaving immaturely and childishly. The baron's residence is as comfortable as Arvis' heaven and the servants greatly adore your harmonious family atmosphere which is very different from other nobles.

Your father's name is Vincent Zeredith Von Alvern. A noble from an empire quite far from the Berg Empire.

Your mother's name is Teresa Von Adelaide.

Your father is a noble with the title of earl of the Alvern Territory.

And your mother is the daughter of a baron from the Berg Empire, the Arvis Territory, the Adelaide Baron family.

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The afternoon where this is your second day in Arvis, you visit the Berg Empire, Meet the emperor and empress.

After visiting your father and mother let you go exploring within a period of only the Arvis forest and nothing more.

Running excitedly, the lilac dress that fits your body moves gently in the wind, Your snow-white hair moves gently as you run, you wait at the usual place where Lyla and Kyle and you chatted 2 years ago, at a large tree, a willow tree.

You stood under a willow tree looking around the beautiful Arvis Lake, butterflies flying around you, various colors.

You sat looking at Arvis Lake while waiting for Lyla and Kyle to come.

Unfortunately you did not know and did not realize that, at Arvis Lake, someone had been watching you closely.

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Matthias as usual at the age of 17, did his noble routine as a duke of Arvis and.

That afternoon was very hot, naked, Matthias swam around Arvis Lake in the Annex, a private place that not many people visited, while swimming, Matthias saw the willow tree that Layla usually sat on, the same tree where he caught Layla accidentally seeing him swimming naked.

For Matthias Layla was just an ordinary girl, a girl who went through a normal life path in Arvis.

expert layla what matthias saw was you, busy laughing softly playing with the butterflies around you, your long and soft white hair for matthias was like snow in spring.

If lyla is the sun and a little bird, then you are snow and a kitten.

Matthias already knows you even if you don't know him.

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Imperial palace berg

Matthias, 11 years old.

With his mother Elysee von herhardt, and his grandmother Norma Catharina Von herhardt, chatting with various nobles from all over the empire.

Looking around matthias' eyes accidentally saw the other side of the room where he saw a girl who he thought was 8 years old.

A petite body, a soft and smooth blue dress, the type of noble child in general, but that white hair, for matthias it was like the white color of snow.

Time passed quite a long time, but the main event was not over yet, bored looking around and only chatting with the old noble. Matthias excused himself to go to the imperial garden.

Tak

Tak

Tak

The sound of his leather shoes with quite sharp heels made quite a loud noise in the middle of his journey to the garden.

Upon arriving at the garden, Matthias saw the girl again, the same girl he saw at the imperial party.

There the girl stood in the middle of the rose garden, busy looking at the roses that were as red as blood, a stark contrast to her snow-white hair.

Whether he realized it or not, little Matthias was already by the side of the girl who stole his attention.

"Do you like roses?"

In Matthias' entire life, it had never occurred to him to start a conversation first, but here he was, talking to a girl who he estimated was not that far from him.

The white-haired girl turned around and looked at Matthias in confusion.

Bright amethyst eyes met sky-blue eyes. Purple and blue.

Matthias in his life he had never seen someone with amethyst eyes like the girl in front of him.

Usually the colors he saw were hazel, gray, yellow, blue, dark blue, and green, but purple... that was something new.

The snow-haired girl answered.

"I like it, why ask?"

Matthias was not sure but as if his mouth moved on its own and answered.

"I also like roses just like you"

That night. Matthias never asked the name of the snow-haired girl with purple Amethyst eyes.

Neither his mother nor grandmother knew that he met a girl who was not much different from him, at the annual noble event in the corner of the world.

For Matthias the snow-white-haired girl with purple amethyst eyes was his secret, his little secret that he didn't want people to know.

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Matthias swam in the Arvis lake, annex, staring at you who was busy looking at butterflies, not realizing that someone was staring at you.

He saw you 2 days ago, with the doctor's son and the gardener's nephew, for Matthias Kyle is a volatile teenager, Layla is an ordinary girl and you, for Matthias you are noble lady who befriends a commoner? Clearly that is a deviation from social life of aristocrat.

A deviant noblewoman who hangs out with commoners.

Busy burying the carcasses of birds hunted by nobles and himself.

For Matthias, Layla is a girl who likes to cry, is troublesome and goes the wrong way.

And you for Matthias are a deviant noble lady, who really likes to dirty your dress, you look like a cat who is not aware of being covered in mud all over her body.

Chuckling softly, how could he forget you. you, the same girl he met 6 years ago, his little secret.

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That afternoon you were busy playing with Lyla and Kayle, walking slowly along the Arvis forest path or people call it Arvis heaven.

Busy staring at the wild flowers and you saw a wild rose bush, with white and pink colors that clashed. Once again you ruined your dress, well anyway the roses were beautiful and you didn't expect a white stray kitten to be caught there.

Feeling pity and sympathy you knelt down which made your dress that was already torn by the thorns of the wild bushes become even more damaged by the dirt of the ground, slowly releasing the white kitten. which was caught between the tendrils of wild grass you didn't even realize that your chain bracelet with amethyst diamonds was caught there, fortunately there were no wounds on the cute cat, you put the kitten gently on the ground.

The white kitten was busy licking its tiny feet, you had to restrain yourself from squeezing and kissing the kitten affectionately.

You were busy admiring the white kitten until you didn't realize a horse neighing sound was right not far behind you, you turned around slowly, there you saw, the young duke Arvis in his hunting suit, you saw him holding his rifle, the rifle was pointing right in the middle of the position, between you and the white kitten.

You felt that this young duke wanted to hunt the kitten, quickly you stood up and in a position to block the duke's rifle

"Don't! Duke do you also hunt a cats?! Aren't birds enough for you?"

Looking annoyed at the duke arvis who had now gotten off his horse.

Walking slowly the young duke arvis stopped in front of you, he was tall, sturdy and fit, the body type of a trained soldier.

You were only as tall as his chest, amethyst and blue eyes collided with each other.

"Duke? Do you know who I am?" A soft and deep voice came from the duke in front of you.

"Who doesn't know the duke, the perfect work of god from the arvis region, the young duke herhardt, Matthias Von Herhardt"

You answered casually which was answered by a chuckle from him.

You almost wanted to slap his face, you didn't know why but you didn't like the way he chuckled! Just almost.

"You know me, but I don't know you, why don't you introduce yourself to me?" Matthias' soft but deep baritone voice spoke to you.

You introduced yourself to him.

"Which family are you from?" Matthias asked you again.

"Alvern, Roshanette Empire, Alvern Territory"

Answering casually because you don't want to be familiar with this man!.

Silence fell on the two people, the man was busy staring at the woman, while the woman was busy staring at the kitten that was right under his left foot.

Because you didn't want to linger there with the young duke Arvis, you gently picked up the kitten.

"Nice to meet you, Duke, have a nice day"

Then you went to take the kitten away from him.

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Matthias he was still standing there staring at the place where you were standing in front of him.

You were so small, so fragile, Matthias was sure that if he touched an inch of your hand, maybe you would be crushed in his grip.

When he was about to return to his horse, Matthias' eyes accidentally caught the soft gleam of the wild grass tendrils.

Walking slowly towards the weeds, crouching down and there Matthias saw, the diamond chain bracelet that had an amethyst color was caught around the weeds.

Grinning slowly, Matthias took the bracelet, even when the bracelet was in his hand, it was very small, Matthias measured the hole of the bracelet on his finger, and it only fit 3 fingers.

Chuckling softly Matthias returned to his horse while carrying the item he took happily and he was not sure whether to return it or not.

Unfortunately for Matthias that was the last time you and him met.

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7 years, 7 years Matthias has not seen you, he still keeps your bracelet that he stole secretly take and never returned to you.

For 7 long years, he had to go through 2 years of war, a time when he pretended to be engaged to his distant cousin, Claudine, many rumors fell on him saying that he was playing behind his back with Lyla, the gardener's niece just because Matthias liked to make her cry like accidentally throwing her hat to the lake and almost drowned.

Or hunted migratory animals just to say the sentence that Layla was just an ordinary girl and to make layla know her place .

His engagement with Claudine ended in failure because Claudine loved Rittie, her other distant cousin.

And the engagement between Layla and Kyle, 2 unstable teenagers who were strange in Matthias' eyes.

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That night Matthias, his grandmother and his mother ate quietly, only the sound of spoons and forks could be heard

"Matthias, how long will you continue to reject proposals from several noble families?"

Elysee his mother looked at Matthias with tired eyes.

While his grandmother just chuckled softly.

"Are you really with that garden girl ?!"

Elysee stared at Matthias' eyes uneasy.

Matthias he just ate and drank quietly he didn't even answer his mother's question.

"Matthias Von Herhardt! Answer your mother!." Staring fiercely at Matthias, her only child, Elysee, gripped the fork and knife tightly in her hands.

"Mother, even flies will be attracted to dirt rather than rumors of nobles"

Matthias spoke with an authoritative language, if traced, Matthias said that did his mother prefer to hear rumors of nobles that were not true?

Before Elysee had time to speak, Matthias said again.

"1 month, give me 1 month, and I will bring a wife, mother"

After saying that, Matthias left the dining room.

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You, 21 years old, very young and beautiful, you are currently at the age where noble ladies get married.

But instead of getting married, your parents asked you to focus on studying and pursuing your dreams, make yourself happy and have fun.

You are studying medicine, mental health and psychology.

You are currently in the Berg Empire, after 7 years of never returning.

Unlike 7 years ago where you were with your parents, this time you were alone, considering you were old enough.

You visited only for a moment, to see Kyle and Lyla who were getting married.

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Currently you were at the baron's residence of your mother's family, even though your grandparents had passed away, the baron's residence was still well maintained.

You spent the remaining 2 days shopping and helping Layla.

The 3rd day, you spent your time in the Arvis forest alone.

Staring around the forest that you passed through 7 years ago with Kyle and Layla, you didn't expect that now they would be getting married.

You stared at a flock of birds flying, until you felt a cold metal object pressing against the back of your head.

Turning slowly, exactly about 3 feet away, stood the duke of Arvis, Matthias von Herhardt! The man you least wanted to meet!

Matthias stood in all his glory pointing his hunting rifle at you.

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Matthias thinks you are too much, leaving without saying goodbye and then coming so suddenly, how can he be calm when his heart beats so fast just by muttering your name, just by seeing you breathe.

You haven't changed at all, for Matthias you are still the white-haired girl, the noble lady who got into the hang out with commoners, and the noble lady who is like a stray cat who likes to dirty her dress with dirt and mud.

"Duke, do you intend to kill me?"

Asking Matthias carefully.

Instead of lowering his muzzle, Matthias chuckled and said

"Why is that? Are you afraid of me?"

You looked at Matthias in disgust.

"Everyone would be afraid if a stranger suddenly pointed a gun at their head"

Again, Matthias only answered with a laugh that seemed to be mocking you.

"Well, it's not wrong"

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Unfortunately, that afternoon you spent being forced to accompany Matthias hunting! He used his authority, saying that you were in his territory, and someone who was not from this territory had to obey the orders of the one who held the highest position.

You felt like slapping, hitting, and swearing at the man sitting on his horse! As for you?! You were walking holding his rifle that you were sure weighed almost 4 kg!

This duke is crazy! He must be the incarnation of the devil!

"Lady, are you cursing me?" Matthias grinned slightly, looking down at where you were walking while holding his rifle.

"I'm not the duke, why should I even do that?"

Answering half-truthfully. You almost rolled your eyes in annoyance!

Matthias he just grinned slightly looking at you, it was very clear to him that you were cursing him, it was very entertaining for him, your expression really wanted to make him bite your cheek in annoyance. He had to be patient, just a little longer, and you would be his.

That afternoon you spent your time reluctantly becoming Matthias' assistant.

You are only 5 days in the Berg Empire after that you will return to the Roshanette Empire, Alvern region.

Unfortunately for you it seems like it was just a dream for you.

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You don't know what what happened to you, after becoming Matthias's hunting rifle assistant that afternoon, right when Matthias was taking you back to Baron Adelaide's residence.

You felt like your head was hit by a very hard object, before you even had time to be inside the residence, you only saw darkness and a warm arm hugging you.

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The Annex, another residence in the main area of ​​the Herhardt residence, was Matthias's main house, Matthias's main residence as a duke and where he relaxed and was himself. Surrounded by the clear Arvis lake which was connected by a pier that was integrated with his residence in the Annex.

Slowly smoking a tobacco cigarette, Matthias stared at you there, his little secret, sleeping soundly in his bed.

Matthias knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he had held himself back enough, looking around the room, which was currently very messy, furniture was destroyed, clothes were scattered, and the bed was very messy.

Matthias has claimed you as his, maybe you will hate him, but Matthias doesn't care, it took him 7 years to realize that he loves you, love? Matthias wanted to laugh so much, in his entire life, he never thought he could fall in love and feel love.

Slowly extinguishing his cigarette, Matthias walked towards the bed, opening your legs a little, that's where Matthias saw the remaining traces of your love activities left behind.

Chuckling softly, Matthias looked at you, your eyes were swollen from crying, even though you were on sleeping pills, you were still able to refuse him.

Looking at your ring finger which now has a diamond ring embedded in it.

Tomorrow Matthias will marry you, make you Duchess Herhardt and tell your parents in the Roshanette Empire, that their child is married.

Matthias only needs 1 week to find a wife, which is you, and 1 month is a phrase that Matthias plays with and gives to his mother as another form of sentence, namely

"In 1 month I will give you a grandson and bring a wife , so be patient mother, soon you will have daughter in law and became a grandma".

Matthias has got you, his, his life, his woman, his wife, the mother of his children, his little secret.

Even if you try to run away from him, Matthias will lock you away from the outside world, whatever it is you are his.

Kissing your forehead softly, Matthias looks at you with love, passion and a deep sense of possessiveness and obsession.

You are his little secret, his secret that he really doesn't want anyone else to see, hear or interact with. Because you are his.

His secret, his little secret.

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[rigelmejo]

@earlgrey--tea you asked who learned French just by watching TV shows and I'm thrilled you asked.

Here is the paper Peter Llewellyn Foley published: Picking up a second language from television: an autoethnographic L2 simulation of L1 French learning. Looking over the paper again now, he did 1500 hours of audio-visual French material for native speakers. He read toward the end of that period for some hundreds of hours, and he talked to people in French similarly toward the end of that period for some hundreds of hours. I read the whole thing, and I recommend anyone else who's curious reads the whole thing. Because my takeaways may not be the same as another person's. The paper includes what he did, how he studied, how he tracked his study, what study materials worked best (he found children's cartoons with a lot of visuals of what is being talked about were the easiest to learn from in the first few hundred hours - and adult television where they talk about things not directly visually shown as some of the hardest stuff that he used once he had more understanding of the language).

His paper shows at least 1 person could learn French by watching shows (with children's cartoons being best at the beginning stage until you learn more words), and trying to figure out what each thing means as you hear it. He did a lot of puzzling out the sounds he heard, using context and guessing what was being talked about (for curiosity's sake he did the opposite of what ALG Automatic Language Growth articles tend to suggest people do). He did not do any reading later sometime after 1000 hours, and it's fascinating how different he imagined French spelling was based on his guesses from the sound, compared to how it is actually spelled. He did use some graded readers for learners once he was reading.

He did not look any word translations up when watching all those shows. He personally makes the guess that if he HAD looked up words, if he HAD used French subtitles, and if he had focused entirely on children's shows at first, his progress might have taken less time. But his experiment did not do that, so it's only a guess, and actual success of people who've looked up words should be referenced instead for how successful or not it is (people like r/Refold learners look up words while watching shows), and he did not use any video materials made for language learners but my personal thinking is that Comprehensible Input type lessons at the beginning stage may have worked even better than children's cartoons.

To me, his level of understanding and ability to do things lines up fairly well with Dreaming Spanish's roadmap estimated hours to do X things. That makes sense to me as Peter basically studied with stuff made for native speakers, which eventually became more comprehensible. And Dreaming Spanish is designed to be fully comprehensible to a learner, until they can comprehend stuff for native speakers. I imagine Peter had a harder time initially, but as an English speaker learning French, with all the cognates, maybe he didn't have to learn as much to cross the threshold into comprehending children's shows as someone learning a language with no cognates.

I wrote my in depth thoughts about his paper here but it's mostly just rambling.

[stray-kaz]

Tender : a Jesper Fahey x f!reader oneshot

Summary: You return from a job gone awry and Jesper turns his restless energy to a better cause: cleaning you up and helping you to feel human again.

Warnings: FLUFF. Non sexual nudity. Jesper Llewellyn Fahey is a big softie.

When you stumbled in through the door, blood pouring out of your head and drenching your left thigh, clinging to Kaz whose face was bone white, Jesper’s whole body felt cold and it felt as if Sisyphus’ boulder was lodged against his esophagus. Trying to get to you felt like wading through treacle, while his heart thundered in his ears.

He took you from Kaz easily, your limping body all but collapsing into his arms. Your head hung back, eyes trying to blink through the blood to see his face. You reached up to touch his cheek, your fingers faltering against his warm skin.

“Jes” you said hoarsely. “They hurt me, real bad. I was shot. I was...I was -”

Your words drifted away as your knees buckled and Jesper wrested you into a stronger hold, head on a swivel as he looked frantically for Nina and Inej. They were already headed in his direction, a healer’s kit gripped tightly in Inej’s hands. She gave Kaz a quick onceover before turning to focus on you, the bullet wound drawing most of her attention.

“Upstairs, Jesper” she murmured, eyeing him. “Quickly.”

He spun on his heels and strode for the staircase, your head rolling unsteadily against his shoulder.

The bullet dug out of your thigh lay bloodied and misshapen in a metal bowl. It had a pull on Jesper like drinking, like cards, and his gaze was continually drawn back to it. The wound was stitched and dressed, and an army of black stitches marched across your hairline to disappear into sticky strands.

“She should be cleaned properly, as soon as she’s awake” Nina said quietly, patting Jesper on the shoulder. “There’s plenty of bandages if the one on her thigh gets wet.”

He nodded and she drifted out the door after Inej, both of them casting anxious glances back at him, at you. You would live, but you had also never been wounded so severely before. You getting shot had shaken all of them, even Kaz, who still hadn’t spoken a word since he helped you home.

Jesper settled back on a narrow chair next to the bed, unnaturally still. He would stand watch all hours if he needed to.

You stirred, winced, and opened your eyes to see Jesper slumped in a chair, cheek propped on his fist, eyes half shut. You tried to speak, to say his name, but nothing came out, so you swallowed thickly and tried again.

“Jesper?”

His brown whiskey eyes flashed open to stare at you, and when his sleep addled brain recognised you were awake, he shot off the chair and flung himself to his knees beside you. He lifted a hand to tentatively stroke your face, carefully avoiding your stitches.

“Hey, love” he murmured. “Feel ready for a bath?”

Your gaze wandered down your body, clad in your bloodied shirt and underwear.

“Can’t have a bath in my clothes” you observed calmly.

Jesper allowed himself a small grin, his eyes warming to you.

“I can help with that” he said.

You nodded and struggled up onto your elbows, but Jesper just tutted at you and lifted you off the bed, muscles pulling beneath his shirt to support your weight. He steadied you on the edge of the tub while he ran the water, filling it until a faint mist of steam rose off the surface.

Jesper straightened and looked down at you. Without waiting, you began to slip free the buttons holding your shirt up to your throat, slowly revealing inch after inch of Jesper’s favourite view. You avoided his eyes a little, face heating, as you shucked the fabric onto the floor and removed your brassiere, slowly standing so you could slip your underwear off. With one bad leg, you lost your balance and yelped, tensing your body for the impact against rough tile, but it never happened. Instead, you were caught up against warmth, familiar arms around you, and you relaxed into Jesper’s chest, heedless of the fact you were naked and he was fully clothed.

“Come on now, love, I know you already fell for me. Now you’re just exaggerating” he teased, long fingers stroking your sides.

You rolled your eyes and lightly smacked his chest.

“Just get me into the tub, would you?” you muttered.

Jesper chuckled and hoisted you into the water, soaking his shirt sleeves in the process. He unbuttoned and shucked off his shirt, grinning when he saw your gaze unabashedly glued to his chest.

“Like what you see, gorgeous” he said quietly, but it wasn’t a question.

You nodded anyway, then tipped your head back as far as you could to wet your hair. Jesper filled his palms with silky shampoo and waited for you to be ready before covering your hair in it and working it through, grimacing a little as it turned pink from your blood. He studied your face carefully, but you didn’t even  flinch when his fingertips grazed the new stitches in your scalp.

“I should have been with you” he mumbled suddenly, staring down at your leg under the water, wrapped in bandaging.

Your eyes snapped open and you scowled at him.

“What nonsense” you retorted, and he blinked slowly at you, uneasy. “You’d probably be dead. They shot at Kaz when he came back for me.”

You breathed in sharply through your nose and he watched your bottom lip tremble, a sure sign you weren’t far from tears. He snatched at your hand, holding it tightly in the water. You looked hard at him, as if memorising every single detail of his much loved face. Just in case one day you woke up not to see it again.

“No, Jes, darling man” you said softly. “You should not have been there. And I’m glad you weren’t.”

“Okay.”

Jesper nodded quickly, but his inhale was shaky and unsure as he imagined that damn bullet felling you and Kaz fighting his way back to find you on the ground.

“Hey. Jesper Llewellyn.”

Your voice was soft, but it was enough to drag him back to you in the present. 

“Yeah?”

His was just as soft.

“I love you.”

The tension in his shoulders faded away slowly and he leaned over the water to kiss your forehead, your eyes closing with the tender gesture.

Before he could say it back, you spoke up again.

“And Jes?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for washing my hair.”

He smiled and kissed you again in the same spot.

“You’re welcome, love” he murmured into your skin. “And I love you, too.”

Tagging: @writingmysanity​ @elizabeth-karenina​

[lifeonthemurdersim]

You Died: Guess it was just Human Nature...

[Art tag] [Fic tag] [AO3]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG.

I'm Chase, 35, any pronouns but mostly go by they/them, and this is my sideblog for nsfw, gore, dark content etc. My main is @masschase so any likes or follows from there are me! I'm a writer, artist and roleplayer.

This blog is mostly dedicated to my ocs and original projects, particularly my story Human Nature that I hope to one day develop into a visual novel.

Guide to my projects and tags with links under the cut!

Human Nature is a Visual Novel/Murder Sim that's going to remain in early development for some time until I'm more confident with my art. However I write and draw bits and pieces for it a lot and I LOVE talking about the world and my characters! Please send me asks any time! 😊 Character tags: All characters(needs updating), Epiphany, Phi, Hope, Rahim, Theo, Azazel, Wasei, Jevaun, Leilana.

My murder OC Tallulah is from the same universe but not in Human Nature at present, I'm planning a different project for her.

My shared universe stuff with @cptsadist is called Sadistic By Nature, it's a combination of Human Nature and some of their projects! I still need to do a master post but so far I have Arc 1(stuff I wrote during GoreKinktober '24) and Arc 2(stuff I started from Feb '25 for Cap's birthday, probably finishing April '25!). Any art collabs (atm stuff they've drawn and I've coloured) are here.

I also have Thicker Than Water which is an undefined vampire-related project but for now it'll just be individual fics. Main characters are Llewellyn, his love interest Miles and his sister Olivia.

I did a pretty big October event in 2024 that I called GoreKinktober, I'll probably only do a few for it this year, but the master post(my last pinned post) for it is there if you click the link. Full guide to the fics in progress!

I have also written content for Boyfriend to Death so while I'm not doing that so much at the moment I thought I'd stick the tag here. My most popular fics are Petals of Nerium(Lawrence Oleander x Reader) on AO3 and Will Leave The Whole World Blind(Strade x Ren x Reader) on here, though I've given AO3 links for both because I tend to edit/update more on there!

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2024 Reading List

So as some of you may know, I am a big reader. I love books, and strive to read as many as I can in a year. I usually hit around the 40 mark, and this year I managed to get to 55. Below is my list of books with a short review.

This year I also challenged myself to read more classics, and a good deal of those are free from the Kindle store, so I managed to get loads to keep me in books for awhile. I also took advantage of Spotify having audiobooks now, so I devoured a good few on there as a result. I do prefer a physical book over either of these options, but they were way more affordable and accessible which was a plus for me.

PS: If you ever wanna be friends on GoodReads, DM me!

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin: I really enjoyed this one, even if I wanted to smack the characters upside the head more than once, and I think the major conflict of the book actually could have been solved by some polyamory. Melancholy in places, but so worth it. 4.5 stars

The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu: A Hamlet retelling set inside a lab, where Horatio is an AI, and his relationship with the Hamlet character gets weird. Interesting premise, okay execution. 3 stars.

School Age Care In Canada by Kevin Bisback: I had to read this for school, it was a boring textbook, as most textbooks are. No rating.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman: Man, this one was weird. I'm honestly not the biggest fan of Gaiman's writing and just found this one a little confusing and off-putting. 2.5 stars.

Check Please! Book 1: #Hockey by Ngozi Ukazu: One of my favourite webcomics in book form. If you've read it, you know. If you haven't, it's still up on Tumblr and being uploaded to Webtoons right now, so go give it a look. 4.5 stars.

Check Please! Book 2: Sticks & Scones by Ngozi Ukazu: See above, 4.5 stars.

Heartstopper Volume 5 by Alice Oseman: One of my other favourite webcomics in book form. It's great, go read it again before the next (and last) chapter finishes, or check out the really well done Netflix show. 5 stars

The Shakespeare Oracle Kit: Let the Bard Predict Your Future by A. Bronwyn Llewellyn: So a few years ago my sister gifted me a Shakespeare themed tarot deck. This is the book that goes along with it, explaining the meanings of the cards and the characters assigned to them. A little dry tbh. 3 stars.

A Match for the Marquess by Alexis Pryce: So this is a CaptainSwan fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, written as a WW1 era romance novel. It's enjoyable either way, though after reading the fic, you have a harder time reading it as it's own thing, and some of the conversion could have been better handled. 3 stars.

Egyptian Gods: Discover the Ancient Gods of Egyptian Mythology by Stephen Weaver: Basically an information dump on who the major gods of Egypt were. I found it pretty dry and not very engaging, which is a shame, because I think it's an interesting subject matter. 2.5 stars

My Antonia by Willa Cather: I am finding this book really unmemorable, which is a shame, because I think I enjoyed it while I was reading it. I don't think I was overly fond of either of the main characters though. I think Willa's writing is just not for me. 3 stars.

Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales by The Brothers Grimm: This book was a slog. It was over 600 pages, and I found a lot of the tales I wasn't familiar with repetitive, preachy, and filled with a lot of historical attitudes that today would be considered very Anti-Semitic and extremely racist. 2.5 stars.

The Rose Gate by Hanna Sandvig: A Beauty and the Beast retelling set in modern times with some world jumping and fairies. I usually love fairy tale retellings, but I wasn't wowed by this one, and I wasn't a big fan of the secondary characters. 3 stars.

Stone Heart by Katee Robert: A novella set in an overarching series about Greek gods set in a modern setting. This one is a story about Medusa and Calypso, where Medusa is a contract killer, and Calypso is her mark. I was really hoping to like this, as I want to check out the rest of the series but I left fairly disappointed. We'll see if I come back. 1.5 stars.

Snow so White by C. Gockel: A Snow White retelling, where the handsome prince is Jack Frost, and along with the evil queen, there are also vampires, and magic. A muddled mess of a book, with a cringey romance, and a very confusing subplot with the sister of Jack that I still don't fully get. 1.5 stars.

Animal Farm by George Orwell: I'd say most of you had to read it for school at some point, so you know the story. If not, it's an allegory of the fall of the Russian empire and the rise of communism there. I hadn't read it in probably 20 years, so it was a nice refresher on a story that I remember enjoying, but not loving. 3 stars.

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen: This was my first time reading this, and I was just kind of meh about it. I love the story, but I think I'd rather watch it as performed by Emma Thompson and Hugh Grant than read it again. 3 stars.

Caging Ella by Andie M. Long: A Cinderella retelling, with vampires! And oh boy does it suck! I had to force myself to finish it, the writing and story is so bad. Definite avoid if you like either genre. 0.5 stars

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: I set myself a challenge this year to read more classics and this was one of them. But I found myself disliking the characters, finding the prose overlong and boring, and the story itself not as engaging as I had hoped. A disappointment. 2.5 stars.

Across Dark Seas by Clare Sager: A prequel novella to a pirate series. I really liked this book-I found the setting and characters interesting, the writing well done, and I definitely want to check the series out in future. If you like a swashbuckling heroine, check it out, you can find this one free from the Kindle app! 4 stars.

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon: Woof, this book was long, and at times it was hard to keep all the different stories straight as there are multiple different POVs. However I really enjoyed the story, and definitely want to check out the prequel novel and anything else set in this universe. 4 stars.

Making It So by Patrick Stewart: Listened to the audiobook, but still counting it. Honestly this was a very interesting listen, as Sir Patrick has lived a long and interesting life. However, some of his stories made me lose a little respect for him as a person, so go into it with that warning. 3.5 stars.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath: To be honest I found this book kind of boring? Like I wasn't really engaged with it, or the characters, and have mostly forgotten it, which speaks volumes. 2.5 stars.

Mick & Moira & Brad by Gerald Everett Jones: Another romantic story where polyamory could have solved a lot, and I went into it expecting some polyam leanings, but nope! Stupid love triangle. However the characters are all so unlikable with so little chemistry I don't know if a threesome or more would have helped. 1.5 stars.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens: I am gonna confess, I am not a Dickens fan. I enjoy A Christmas Carol, but everything else by him I have read I have ending up not liking and this is no exception. Despicable characters, boring plot. 2 stars.

Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry: Another audiobook, and god, that was a mistake. I found it so morbid listening to Matty talk about how he should be dead now that he is, and the slur to his speech made it hard to listen to. This book just made me so sad for the man that was and could have been. In need of major edits, and hard to follow in places. Go in knowing you will feel sad reading it now that he's no longer with us. 3 stars.

Ink and Incantation edited by E.V. Everest: An anthology of YA short stories surrounding books and/or libraries. I found some of the stories really engaging, though none enough that I wanted to read the worlds they were set in, as they focused on minor characters. I did skip one or two that the writing was just really poor. 3 stars.

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw: I enjoy My Fair Lady (aside from the end) so I wanted to read the roots of it. The musical definitely adds some much needed character beats, and makes everyone way more likable. The only point I will give this in its favour is having a better ending than MFL. 2.5 stars.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: There is no one great in this story. The characters are unlikable, the plot meandering, and overall, it wasn't for me. 1.5 stars.

Slow Dance by Rainbow Rowell: I wanted to like this book, Rainbow is probably my favourite author. But god I couldn't fucking stand Shiloh, I found the smut to be very poorly written, and the timeline being all over the place very hard to follow. I am so disappointed by this book, a major miss. 2.5 stars.

Infants, Toddlers, and Caregivers by Janet Gonzalez Mena & Dianne Widmeyer Eyer: Another textbook I had to read for a course I'm doing for work. No rating.

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson: I think I prefer the Muppet version. Or the Treasure Planet version. But if you take a drink every time Silver says "By thunder" then you will be very drunk very fast, so maybe that will improve the dry writing. 2.5 stars.

The Tempest by William Shakespeare: A play by the Bard that I had yet to tackle. Wasn't great, wasn't terrible, would probably enjoy seeing it performed more than just reading it. 3 stars.

Psyche and Eros by Luna McNamara: A retelling of the classic Greek Myth, set amongst the Trojan war. Really well done, though I feel some Classics majors will not like the liberties taken with the story. Overall a good romance though. 4 stars.

The Love of My Afterlife by Kirsty Greenwood: The first half has a lot of second hand embarrassment, but if you can get through it you will get an enjoyable enemies to lovers romance in the end. 3 stars.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Future by Michael J. Fox: Enjoyed as an audiobook. Written as something you would give to a recent graduate, full of some advice, some stories, and some reflections on life. 3 stars.

The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels: One of those books I read to say I did, the ideas are interesting, execution a little dry. 2 stars.

Make Me a Mixtape by Jennifer Whiteford: Honestly got this thinking it would be a good idea for a JatP Au (and it would) but found a delightful romance (even though I do hate the miscommunication trope) and a solid read. 4 stars.

Neon Gods by Katee Roberts: I am always here for a Hades & Persephone retelling, but this one was them in name only with a lot of kinky sex and a mafia undertone I could have done without. Doubt I'm coming back for more of this series. 3 stars.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky: Confession time: This is my favourite book of all time and I re-read it every year or so-well over 20 times by now. I still love it just as much as I did when I first read it over 20 years ago. 5 stars.

Dust by Alison Stine: A truly great coming of age novel with some climate change thrown in. I really like how the dialogue reflected the main character's deafness as well-really well done. 4.5 stars.

The Answer Is...: Reflections On My Life by Alex Trebek: Written as a series of vignettes rather than a true autobiography, and like it was written like it should be instead of the want to do so. Plus Ken Jennings is a truly boring narrator. 3 stars.

On Silver Wings by Sydney Winward: A very short little novella featuring enemies to lovers, mythical creatures, and a whole lot of snow. Could do without the instalove out of nowhere, but cute for what it was. 3 stars.

The Sun Also Rises by Earnest Hemingway: I felt like I got plopped into the middle of the story with no real explanation over who the characters were or why I should care about them. All I know is they like to drink, they are all pretty anti-Semitic, and in love with the woman who had no personality other than sleeping around. 2.5 stars.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller: Fuck Achilles. No seriously, I have no idea what Patroclus saw in him other than his good looks and massive ego. I enjoyed the story, but I found the romance kind of wanting, and thus the tragedy didn't hit me as hard. 3.5 stars.

Fangirl, Vol 4: The Manga by Rainbow Rowell & Gabi Nam: Fangirl is probably my second favourite book of all time, and I have really enjoyed the manga adaptation. Kinda sad it's over, and it's making me want to re-read the novel again. 5 stars.

Talking To Canadians: A Memoir by Rick Mercer: I have always loved Rick Mercer, so getting to read his memoir was a treat, but this was actually a re-read and I did the audiobook version this time, which brought it to life a little more. 4 stars.

Lore Olympus: Volumes 5-7 by Rachel Smythe: Lumping these three together, but if you like the Hades/Persephone myth, this webcomic is probably the best retelling of it there is. Definite recommend. 4.5 stars.

The Road Years: A Memoir, Continued by Rick Mercer: The reason I re-read the first was so I could finally get to this one. A continuation of Rick's life, though I felt the non-chronological order of the book turned me off a little, and it felt a lot lighter than the first book. Still a great read, but go in expecting less. 4 stars.

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens: I re-read this one pretty much every year at Christmas, and this year was no different. Though this year I did do the audio book as read by Sir Patrick Stewart as Dickens December is behind an app and I couldn't be bothered to dig out my copy. 4 stars.

Hamlet by William Shakespeare: My favourite play by the Bard (Midsummer's Nights Dream is very close second) and I have read it about 7 or 8 times now. Always enjoyable, even if you wanna shake Hamlet most of the time. 5 stars.

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: Ah miscommunication and mistaken identities at it's finest. It was stupid and silly, and I honestly enjoyed it more than I thought I would. 3 stars.

The Princess Thieves by Alexander Shaw: I listened to the audio drama, which I think is the superior way to enjoy this story. But if you are looking for a fantasy adventure story set in an alternate England, I highly suggest you check this one out. 4.5 stars.

[alexesguerra]

The Art of Aromatherapy in Magick: A Guide for the Modern Witch The Art of Aromatherapy in Magick: A Guide for the Modern Witch Contributor(s): Pike, Dree Amandi (Author) Publisher: Llewellyn Publications ISBN: 0738770035 Physical Info: 0.68" H x 7.08" L x 5.09" W (0.54 lbs) 280 pages Dree Amandi Pike is a certified level two professional aromatherapist. Her interest in the healing power of plants began during childhood and took off during adolescence when she began working for an aromatherapy business. Dree is also a writer, educator, magick maker, and Pagan minister ordained by Circle Sanctuary. Visit her at AromatherapyAndMagick.com. Review Quotes: "The thoughtfulness and wisdom in The Art of Aromatherapy in Magick took me on a welcomed journey. Dree is genuinely hilarious and offers a generosity of wisdom and political thoughtfulness that weave together a truly holistic way to understand the science and magic of aromatherapy. Dree shares the practical facts while also leaving space for the reader to understand their own relationship to aromatherapy...The Art of Aromatherapy in Magick's unique take is a gift for seasoned witches, curious folks, and anyone seeking a deeper or renewed connection to aromatherapy. So, take a deep breath and enjoy this magical ride." --Sharon Pink, Portuguese and Polish, queer, femme, priestess, claircognizant witch "This is more than a book about essential oils and aromatherapy--for me, this is a how-to guide on establishing a deep connection with the powerful essence of Mother Earth. Reading this book gave me a feeling like I was developing a personalized relationship with essential oils and the art of aromatherapy. By the end, I felt like I was in a deep, loving, magickal relationship...It is complete with exercises and recipes for the reader's experience, and a comprehensive index to reflect on later. This book is great for beginners, expansive for the intermediate worker, and a complementary reference for the well-practiced individual. This is a complete reference guide that belongs on every practitioner's bookshelf." --Dr. Joy "Granddaughter Crow" Gray, author of Wisdom of the Natural World "The Art of Aromatherapy in Magick should not just be on every witch's bookshelf, but in their hands, often! Never have I come across such a thorough book about how to use aromatherapy, and the way in which Dree links everything back to magickal practice makes this book an absolute must-read for any practicing witch or magickal practitioner. From how to shop ethically for your oils, to making your own, creating blends, connecting more deeply with the wisdom and power of nature, this book contains everything you need to know to about enhancing your magickal practices, spells and intentions with the support and guidance of our plant allies." --Victoria Maxwell, author, mentor, soul reader & Kundalini yoga teacher "Dree has crafted an enchanting journey of how to create a deeper connection with essential oils (bottles of plant souls) through ritual and simple magickal practices like oils combined with tarot and pendulums for divination. Through reading this book, we can feel how alive and sacred the essential oils are and how they can be easily integrated into our daily magick...You will discover what oils to buy and how to ethically source them, how to build powerful relationships with plant souls, and how to use oils for magick, and so much more." --Pamela Chen, author and creator of Witchling Academy Tarot, Tarot of The Owls, Enchanted Crystal Magic, and The Mandarin Tree Table of Contents: Contents Introduction 1 Chapter 1: Ancient Roots and Early Distillation 7 Chapter 2: Essential Oil Ethics 15 Chapter 3: Essential Oil Safety 31 Chapter 4: Tools and Supplies 43 Chapter 5: The Subjective Element 53 Chapter 6: Getting to Know Your Oils 71 Chapter 7: Forms of Aromatherapy and Magick 95 Chapter 8: Blending 125 Chapter 9: Essential Oil Profiles 149 Chapter 10: Carrier Oils 183 Chapter 11: Recipe Starters and Inspirations 197 Chapter 12: Rad Recipes 225 Conclusion 247 Special Thanks 249 Recommended Reading 251 Bibliography 257 Index 259 Contributor Bio:Pike, Dree Amandi Dree Amandi Pike is a certified level two professional aromatherapist. Her interest in the healing power of plants began during childhood and took off during adolescence when she began working for an aromatherapy business. Dree is also a writer, educator, magick maker, and Pagan minister ordained by Circle Sanctuary. Visit her at AromatherapyAndMagick.com.

[usedbooksworld]

Tarot of the Hidden Realm

Tarot of the Hidden Realm 

Cards – September 8, 2013

by Julia Jeffrey  (Author), Barbara Moore  (Author)

Evoke the powerful wisdom of the fae with the Tarot of the Hidden Realm. Instead of relying on esoteric symbols, this powerful deck uses the raw elements―water, air, fire, and earth―to speak directly to your emotions. The beautifully drawn figures follow the Rider Waite style, but express more energy and movement, drawing you in even as you draw their truths out. The companion guidebook reveals techniques and card meanings for beginners and more experienced readers alike.

About the Author

Julia Jeffrey (Scotland) is an artist and illustrator with an impressive body of published work.

Barbara Moore (Northern California) has studied and read tarot since the early 1990s. She wrote the bestselling Tarot for Beginners and more than a dozen other books, and she has contributed to many bestselling tarot kits, including Mystical Manga Tarot and Shadowscapes Tarot. Barbara also works with clients and leads retreats and workshops all over the world.

Product details

Cards: 240 pages

Publisher: Llewellyn Publications; Box Tcr Cr edition (September 8, 2013)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0738730424

ISBN-13: 9780738730424

Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 2.4 x 8.3 inches

Shipping Weight: 1.2 pounds

[xxjewellynwatts]

The Wine Cellar - A Llewellyn Watts x OC (you!) story

Request: Hello:))) I've had another idea for a fluffy love confession for Llewellyn Watts (I'm a sucker for those😇) we know that Watts love wine so I thought about the reader and Watts getting drunk and kissing.... Let me know what you think:))))

Answer: Hello, dear! Terribly sorry for answering and writing very long after you requested! I hope you enjoy this, I’m not very good at writing about alcohol as I am very anti-alcohol myself so I did my best!

As a woman making it in history books (unbeknownst to you) as the first lady hired as a detective in a Canadian police station in the 19th century, you sure were a secretive, focused and serious person.

People enjoyed being around you, you were funny when you wanted to, but also very interesting to listen to for you had extravagant and insightful ideas. Detective Murdoch had quickly grown accustomed to discussing physics theories with you, so had constable George Crabtree when discussing ideas for his stories, and so had Dr. Ogden as you were always keen to discuss new discoveries in the fields of medicine but also psychology and much more.

Truly, the only person who seemed to be unable to get as close to you was Llewellyn Watts. When you had joined the Station n°4, he was already working there and you two had had very brief and courteous conversations that were always surrounding work. He had grown accustomed to watching you from afar as you worked diligently at your desk or as you walked around a crime scene with Detective Murdoch. He enjoyed your quiet presence around him very much albeit he would have rather preferred you discussed with him and showed him bits of your intriguing mind.

And yet... he could not see his wish come true. He was used to being regarded as the awkward detective and didn’t mind others finding him weird or not friendly. But he was friendly, and all the members of Station n°4 knew it. Except you. Perhaps he was too shy around you.

One day however, you both were given a case on which you had to work together. Llewellyn tried to read you and you didn’t seem to mind but neither were you thrilled whilst he could swear he had never felt so nervous in his entire life.

Surprisingly though, he found out you were easy to talk to. You actually smiled more often now you were alone with him and working with him and seemed more open for conversation.

As you two made your way to the house where a murder had occurred, he found out you could understand his philosophical references. He couldn’t hide the joy of finally having someone who understood them!

‘Well, Detective Watts, you have been smiling for a few minutes now. May I inquire you about that?’ you said with your own little smile.

‘It’s just...’ he said as he turned around on himself, surprised you caught his smile. ‘It’s the first time someone understands my references’.

What an adorable smile and thought, you thought to yourself as you felt your stomach flutter. You were a very sociable person but ever since you’ve been working there, you couldn’t seem to be able to become Detective Watts’ friend. He was the only one with whom you were unsure of how to act. He impressed you quite a bit and you felt as though he could be deceived of your personality if he had gotten closer to you. You were glad you were assigned to that case with him. Now you could get a glimpse of his intriguing worlds and ideas.

‘Well, this is the most flattering thing I have heard in a while’ you said honestly, still smiling at him.

He got lost for a bit in your eyes and the way your eyes shined when you smiled before he was interrupted by the opening of a door. The owner of the house in which you had to investigate had finally answered the door.

As you inquired about the crime, you could see Llewellyn wander through the house before asking to the owner and thereby cutting him through one of his answers to you:

‘Would you mind telling us what this little door leads to?’ he asked as he snapped his fingers at a small door on the right of the entry of the parlor.

‘Oh, it’s my wine cellar’ said the owner.

Llewellyn raised his eyebrows.

And before you knew it, the owner had opened the door and had let you two discover his wine cellar as he went on to discuss with his maids upstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize Llewellyn was a wine connoisseur. And a fine one at that, too.

‘What a surprise’ you said as you looked at him taste the wine. ‘I didn’t know you were a connoisseur’

He smiled at you as he offered you some wine.

‘You want me to become one, too?’ you joked before you accepted the glass.

He laughed a bit as he waited for your opinion.

‘Not bad’ you said after you had brought the glass to your lips. ‘I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite though’

He laughed again. It was the first time you heard him laugh genuinely and for some reason you wished you could hear it again and again and again.

‘That’s normal, Miss (y/l/n). His collection, I’m afraid, is not one of the best. But here...’ he said as he took a bottle out. ‘Here, it seems we have an interesting one’.

He opened it and poured the both of you some of it.

He raised his glass and you smiled. You both drank it and before you realized it, the bottle was empty and you both were laughing off philosophical debates and the owner’s wine collection.

Now to be fair, you two were not completely drunk. Just a bit. And that bit seemed to have eased your mutual shyness.

‘You know I’ve never thought you were so agreeable, Llewe- sorry Detective Watts’ you said as you looked away. Could it be you were becoming rude?

Llewellyn’s heart skipped a beat though upon hearing his name come from your mouth in such a friendly way.

‘No, please, I don’t mind. Please, call me Llewellyn’ he insisted.

‘Well, then... Llewellyn... I am very glad we seem to get along so well’, you said with a genuine smile.

‘And so am I’ he admitted. ‘I have been struggling to talk to you for some reason. I have never been able to connect with people, really. You know... man’s flaws...’ he said with a distant look in his eyes before turning back his attention to you. ‘But you... seemed so competent, so... intriguing... I didn’t know how to approach you...’ he admitted, a bit saddened.

You stared at him in shock before getting slightly closer to him.

‘Llewellyn... What a strange coincidence... I... I had been feeling and thinking the exact same things!’ you exclaimed a bit louder than you had intended to. ‘It’s easy to be likable with others but with you I thought... I think I thought I wasn’t enough... Like you wouldn’t find anything about me interesting...’

‘You thought you weren’t enough?’ he repeated as though he thought the alcohol was hitting him hard. ‘God you are... your mere smile is enough to make me feel happy for the whole week!’ he suddenly said. ‘And your face is so symmetrical...’ he added with a distant look.

He looked back at you as he realized what he had just said.

Both of your hearts were racing by now and you were suddenly leaning in closer until both of your minds registered the pressure on each others’ lips and labelled it as the kiss you both had been longing for.

You two quickly parted away though as you heard the owner of the house come back down to the wine cellar as he exclaimed:

‘You two are still in here?! And... what have you done to my wine?!’

You both looked at each other holding back your laughter.

‘Well, Mr, thank you very much for answering our questions. Hopefully you will not hear from us provided you are not the killer. Anything else, Miss (y/l/n)?’ he pretended.

You played along.

‘Actually, no. We were just about to go’.

And right before you closed the door behind you, you said to the owner:

‘Oh, and sir, you might want to consider getting a better collection’.

You could see his face becoming red but before he could fight back, Llewellyn and you were running far away from the house bursting out laughing.

[lotusmuses]

𓇉 use his notes? that's insane!

fandom: grishaverse (shadow and bone; six of crows)

characters: jesper fahey, kaz brekker, alina starkov, nina zenik, inej ghafa, zemeni tidemaker oc, zemeni alkemi oc

type: au; excerpt

word count: 0.45k

summary: the crows, sun summoner, and their two new-found allies brainstorm to create a plan to keep their pursuers away from them

warnings: none

author notes: hello everyone! this isn’t a genshin post but i wanted to share a scene from a grishaverse au that i made last year. enjoy!

"I have an idea-" The alkemi started.

"Well, that's a bad omen." Her sister quickly interrupted.

"And why is that?" Kaz inquired of the Zemeni tidemaker.

"Why? Are you seriously asking me that?" She said with a scoff, "I can not be the only one that's noticed that whenever a fabrikator has a 'great idea' things go horribly wrong."

Jesper made a jokingly offended face, "All of my ideas have been flawless, thank you very much."

The other crows merely glanced at him before Inej spoke up, "You sure about that?"

"I'm serious! Listen: Sankt Ilya, a Ravkan fabrikator. He decides it's a great idea to mix his abilities with merzost to create the amplifiers, and he creates the shadow summoners by accident. Then his grandson, you know.. the Darkling, uses his notes and creates the fold and those creatures that almost killed us! Or that Shu chemist, Bo Yul-Bayur! He thought it was a great idea to use jurda to hide zowa abilities, something he wouldn't have felt the need to do if it weren't for the other two, and instead he created a drug that kills everyone-" She looked at Nina who coughed to remind the group of her presence. "Almost everyone who takes it."

"And what of it?" The elder Zemeni woman replied in an annoyed tone.

"The point is, your idea is probably insane. Maybe even worse considering you thought of it conveniently after our trip to the Fold."

Kaz nodded, "She has a point. Besides, right now we should be focusing on how to stay alive with everyone trying to hunt us."

At that moment Alina stood from her seat, "We can’t rule out anything that may help us. Jendayi, what exactly is your plan?"

Jendayi sighed before speaking, "At least someone is trying to do more than sit here and hide. Though I can’t lie, there is a minor inconvenience in the plan, but hear me out. Everything that Jagrati said is true. Those guys have changed so much for Zowa throughout the continents so why can't we do the same? If I could get Morozova's notes-"

"Get his notes?! How do you expect to do that?"

"When we were in the fold, towards the center, I saw a structure barely illuminated by Alina's light. It's the only building there. I think that's where the Darkling created the Fold, meaning that must be where his notes are! If I go back in, I could get then and learn how to..." The woman trailed off, knowing that if she finished that thought the Crows and Sun Saint would be against it. "Well, I think I could come up with a solution to our current issue."

[gothicwidowsworld]

James Maguire #4

requested by @flowercrowns-goodvibes​ it’s been an age since I've done anything Derry Girls related so I hope its okay x

“What are you going to do?” Michelle asked her usually harsh tone gentle for once. Staring at the life changing piece of plastic Y/N shrugged, still unable to find her voice. “But seriously James of all people?!” Michelle chuckled from her spot on the bathroom counter. “Chelle don’t it's not funny.” Pulling a face Michelle rolled her eyes “Well it kinda is I mean literally everyone though James was gay.” Spilling out a giggle the y/h/c girl sighed resting her head on the bathroom door. “In all seriousness though if you go to England please don’t turn into my Aunt Kathy I can not be related to another English prick!” Scoffing the older girl pushed herself off the floor and washed her hands again. “I didn’t even know you were dating?” Michelle continued she really wanted to shut up but the awkward silence was starting to get to her. “We’re not, it was Jenny Joyce’s party at the start of summer.” A pink blush filled her cheeks as she thought back to that night. The creaking of the door caused the two girls to look up. “GET OUT MOTHERFUCKER!!” Michelle yelled at a poor innocent first year who looked like she was about to cry. “Chelle don’t yell at her.” Turning to face the younger girl Y/N smiled weakly “It’s alright Sweetheart go ahead we were just leaving.” Grabbing their bag Michelle laughed “God you're already turning into a Mam jesus all it took was a positive test...or three.” the dark haired girl trailed off. 

The bell rang for lunch just as the two girls walked out the bathroom thank god they had managed to leave history 10 minutes early. “So when you going to tell him?” Michelle asked pushing past some of the younger years out of her way. Shrugging the y/h/c frowned “Like now?” gingerly stated as they walked into the small area of lockers the group usually ate at. Not even bothering to sit down Y/N smiled awkwardly at the group as Michelle chucked their bags on a chair before launching herself on Erin and Orla. “Um James can i talk to you?” she mumbled not able to look him in the eyes before walking off to the hallway filled with lockers. “What’s up?” James asked a red tint flushing his pale face. “Look James, I like you so I won't beat around the bush. I’m pregnant.” Y/N told him confidently, trying to keep her panic firmly inside. “Oh um congrats?” James replied uncomfortably fiddling with his blazer. “No I mean I’m pregnant and it's yours?!” Y/N cringed, brushing her hair out of her face. A look of realisation dawned on the English boy. “Oh.” was all he could get out. “Look I get it it's scary believe me I know. But if you don’t want anything to do with me I get it okay.” Y/N attempted to comfort the boy who looked like he could pass out. 

Shaking his head James frowned “What? I wouldn’t leave you alone.” Looking at the girl James frowned again. “Look I know you don’t like me like that but we’re in it together okay. I won't be an invisible Dad.” Mulling over his words the girl smiled “That sounds good.” Leaning again the metal lockers Y/N continued “But I do like you. Did you not know that?” she asked, shocked that her feelings hadn’t been obvious. “James, it hurt when you went gaga over Katya. I wanted you to ask me to Prom but you had that Dr Who thing and it seemed important to you. Well more important then a stupid dance. But then you came with Erin and I got so jealous but I realised you were just being an amazing friend.” Walking closer to the boy Y/N blushed a small grin on her face. “In fact I’d say I love you even if you are English.” Looking deeply into his darker eyes Y/N tilted her head slightly something she always did when she was debating something. Leaning forward she placed her cherry lips on his feeling slightly awkward when he didn’t kiss back. Pulling away she freaked out “I’m so sorr” she managed to get out before his lips found her. He tasted like peppermint and breakfast tea and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Part 2

[headoverhiddles]

Expect some fics for Llewellyn and Matt tomorrow cause ya girl is watching No Country For Old Men and Sicario tonight 💦

[stray-kaz]

Kiss & Tell : a Jesper Fahey x f!reader blurb

Summary: Very short little piece in which Jesper unabashedly, unashamedly leaves behind a hickey on you and waits for everyone else to see it.

A/N: This gif is gorgeous. Who doesn’t love Kit’s face??

You paused in front of the mirror that hung crookedly next to Jesper’s bedroom door, eyeing your reflection and doing your damnedest to fix your hair. Behind you, on the other side of the room, leaning on the wall, he watched you, smirking.

“What?” you asked him, eyebrows lifting.

Jesper just shook his head, knowing you hadn’t seen what he had. You were too short to see a full reflection in his mirror and couldn’t get a glimpse of your neck or lower.

“Nothing, love” he purred. “Meet you downstairs.”

You nodded back and slipped through his door out into the hallway, redoing the buttons on your shirt as you went.

Downstairs in the common area, the rest of Kaz’s Crows were sitting around a long table, drinking and eating as they chatted. They all looked up at you to say hello, but Nina started to choke on her waffle mouthful and Inej whacked her on the back as she bit back a grin. Surprised, you glanced at Matthias for an explanation, but he was no use, beet red in the face. Wylan was also flushed and Kaz was looking down his nose at you, trying desperately to appear stern and threatening.

“What’s the matter?” you asked slowly, as you heard the familiar sound of Jesper’s boot heels behind you.

He settled his hands on your waist and leaned down to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“The matter is the hickey the size of Novyi Zem right by your collarbone” he murmured in your ear, and laughed as he felt your skin heat up.

You turned in his arms and smacked his chest, eyes wide one second and narrowed the next.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey!” you chided.

Inej burst out laughing at the sound of his middle name and Jesper rolled his eyes at her, then winked at you.

“I’m not sorry” he said, cocky as ever. “Now everyone knows you’re all mine.”

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okayokay im jumping on the bookworm!reader train

jesper x bookworm!reader hcs?

bookworm!reader dating headcanons

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x gn!Reader

A/N: Aight, here we go again! Another bookworm!Reader for y'all because apparently that's my brand now, but I am not complaining. I hope you enjoy this!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Jesper has a pretty neutral attitude towards books. He was Wylan’s best friend, after all, so he was no stranger to being in a room filled to the brim with books. But you? You were just a little bit different.

After you first moved into the Slat, your entire room was already completely taken over by the mountains of literature you owned during the first weeks of living there.

“Have you read all of these?”

“Not yet.”

“Why do you have them then? Aren’t they just useless clutter until then?”

“I mean, you’re also just sitting around my room, doing nothing. Do I have to throw you out too?”

He had to admit that he liked your cheeky remarks to match his own. You were very well-read and used that to your utmost advantage. Book quotes and random facts were sprinkled into every conversation you had with him, and it enthralled him more than he ever thought it would.

So to no one’s surprise, he asked you out by gifting you one of the books you had taken an interest in recently. He acted as if he didn’t notice the way your conversations drifted towards this exact book when you passed a bookshop, but he so did. And when he knocked on your door, holding up his gift for you and grinning sheepishly.

Jesper, being the restless man he was, didn’t necessarily enjoy being alone with his thoughts for a longer duration of time, so it felt like a win-win situation when he got into a relationship with a person that enjoyed reading out loud. Whenever he felt bored or especially frenzied, you would pick up your current read, and start reading out loud to him.

“Love, do you mind reading to me? I still have to clean my guns.”

“Of course, darling.”

Reading to him is also a must after a mission that went awry or whenever he got sick.

“Y/N… I have a headache! Can you please read to me?”

“Jes, shouldn’t you be resting a bit? I’d think that me reading to you wouldn’t help your headache.”

“Pleaseeee?”

You liked to find similarities in your favourite characters that could be applied to your friend group. Sometimes Jesper would also read with you, especially when it came to your favourite books since he wanted to understand all of your references.

It was also favourable that Wylan knew his way around managing books, so whenever Jesper had no clue what to get you, he always went to his favourite merchling to ask for help.

One of your favourite moments was when you gifted him an old storybook that his mother used to read to him. It had taken you all your literary knowledge to find that specific book based on the sparse description Colm had given you. But when you finally found it, you could barely conceal your excitement. Jesper was absolutely floored by your efforts and didn’t dare to put it away for the first few days.

Jesper, however, did occasionally do some things that annoyed you.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, if you even dare to put a dog ear in one of my books you will not live to see the next morning.”

“Don’t put that book on the bedside table stack! That’s the stack of books I have already read. Put it on the closet stack. These are the ones I haven’t finished yet.”

[love-strawberry]

i don't know how to dance

summary : jesper fahey was a prepared for a lot of things. but being confronted by his sister about his behaviour wasn't one of them.

pairing : jesper fahey x sister!reader

warnings : language, angst, kinda mean!jesper but it's all typical brother behavior, talking about caving someone's head in.

author's note : okay, so this is not canon, like colm and y/n know that jesper left the university but they don't know that he's a dreg

tagged : @mrs-brekker15

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colm fahey gave up on getting his children to talk to eachother a long while ago.

jesper stopped sending letters and suddenly, y/n stopped caring about it.

though it pained him to see his kids drift apart, he knew there was nothing he could do. not until he went to see him anyway.

which is exactly what he did. and he took y/n with him.

"he'll happy to see you."

"no, da," y/n said as she sat on a stool, "he'll be happy to see you. he won't be happy to see me."

it turned out, that he wasn't really happy to see any of them.

they were waiting for him at the workplace, the crow club. which y/n thought was a stupid name cause she was seeing an alarming lack of crows and the crows were the only reason she agreed to go with her father and meet her brother.

mr. fahey kept and eye out for his son while daughter kept herself busy with scoping out the cute people.

a pinch on the arm from her father drew y/n's eyes from the cute girl across the bar.

"he's here," mr. fahey said as he shifted in his seat, "he'll be so happy."

"i'm sure," y/n muttered as she looked up to where her father was looking and saw him.

he was there, looking as happy as ever, surrounded by a group y/n assumed to be his friends. and seeing the way he laughed with the red haired girl, she felt a painful tug at her heart.

he was happy here, away from home. away from their father. away from her. and he was doing fine. he found his people and somewhere along the way, y/n reckoned he found himself too.

"jesper!"

her father's shout brought y/n out of her trance and for the first time in years, her eyes met with her brother's.

she expected him to be puzzled, astonished and maybe, somewhere in her mind, she hoped happy to see them but seeing the way his eyebrows furrowed together and he excused himself from his friends, y/n knew his reaction wasn't gonna be she hoped.

he made his way to them, excusing himself, smiling at the patrons and y/n knew that this was where he belonged. in the heart of kerch.

"dad?" jesper questioned as he stopped in front of them, "what are you doing here?"

"we came to visit you, of course," mr. fahey said as if it was obvious, "you haven't been home in years and thought we'd finally come and see how you were doing."

jesper nodded nervously and then, his gaze shifted from his father to his sister.

"and you brought her?" he questioned

"well, he refused to leave me back home and forcefully brought me to see your ungrateful ass-" y/n stopped herself seeing her dad glare at her, "shut up, please."

"whatever," jesper threw his hands in air and looked at both of them expectantly, "did you really have to bring her, i mean, i could seriously do without her here."

"wow, feeling the love, llewellyn."

"fuck you. you know i hate my middle name."

"it's a family name," y/n rolled her eyes.

"whatever," he looked back at his father, "where are you staying?"

"we don't know," mr. fahey admitted, "we came directly here."

"you can stay at the slat," jesper said as he looked behind him where he knew his friends were watching, "i'm sure kaz won't mind."

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kaz most definitely did mind.

he first denied, then try to bargain but finally caved in and let them stay.

mr. fahey was already in his room, which left kaz, jesper and y/n.

"i don't want you distracted just cause your family is here, jesper," kaz said as he eyed y/n was who looking around, "no slacking off."

"can't he have like a day off or something," y/n said as she looked at kaz, "we're is seeing him after years, you know."

"no," kaz deadpanned, "he's needed at the crow club."

"jeez," y/n rolled her eyes. she wanted to spend some time with her brother and his edgy, goth boss was really an obstacle, "just a couple hours."

"jesper, no slacking off."

"did you want that cane to have a crow head to match your aesthetic or did you have that made so you could hit people with it?" y/n questioned at she looked at his cane, making kaz stick it out proudly, "it's beautiful."

"what the fuck, y/n?"

kaz and y/n both ignored jesper.

"bit of both, i guess," kaz replied, "though it also helps in caving someone's head in."

"what the fuck, kaz?"

kaz and y/n again ignored jesper.

"it's really pretty," y/n said and if she was distrubed by kaz's last statement, she didn't show it, "i love the details."

"well, they're quite complex, i got it specially made from a grisha, you know...

"...and i got it specifically to hit someone with it."

right after kaz finished his monologue about his cane which left y/n in awe, jesper grabbed his sister's luggage and pulled her towards her room

"jesper," kaz called, "take the evening and the next morning off. but no more after that."

"yes, boss," and with that jesper helped with the luggage and lead his sister to the room.

"so..." y/n started as she looked past the windows along the corridor, "nice place. really charming."

"it's home," jesper said as he opened the door and one by one, they filed in, "at least for me."

"well," y/n said, all of a sudden feeling awkward, "i'm glad you found it. home."

"me too," jesper said, "these people, they're my family here."

"they seem nice," she said as she placed her bag on the bed, "kaz is nice too. just a bit... dark."

"that's kaz for you," jesper chuckled, "he usually never warms up to someone as quickly as he did to you."

"well," she trailed off, "i am quite the charmer."

"duh, i am your brother, afterall."

and just like that, the siblings felt that nothing changed between them. even if for a moment.

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it's been almost two weeks since y/n and mr. fahey started living in slat and honestly, y/n liked it more than she liked her house.

she had gotten close with all of the crows, but especially kaz.

maybe they bonded over their love for his cane or the fact that y/n was one of the few people that talk backed to kaz, but they were certainly getting close.

y/n had more conversations with kaz than she did with her brother and she was getting really tired of it.

"like the view?"

y/n looked behind her to see kaz stepping on the roof, his cane clicking as he made his way towards where she sat.

"ketterdam is certainly a site," y/n spoke as she looked ahead, "just, doesn't feel like it's safe."

"it's not," kaz replied, "looks can be deceiving."

"truly."

y/n thought that he was gonna leave but after a moment of silence passed between them, she felt him sitting next to her, a good distance between them.

his cane was laying in between his legs and he was sitting with his legs open like a toddler and y/n felt a smile on her.

"what is it that you guys do," y/n said, "at the crow club."

"we're criminals, y/n."

"okay, woah," y/n said as she looked at him through wide eyes, "that was very straightforward."

"you didn't know?" kaz asked confused, "jesper didn't mention it in his letters?"

"he, uh-," y/n swallowed, "he stopped sending letters to me, wrote to da, of course. just not to me."

kaz didn't know what to say, but still he said the only thing that came to his mind.

"i'm sorry."

because somewhere in his mind, he felt responsible. maybe jesper joining the club made his relationship with his sister severe.

"don't be, he chose to be a dick," y/n laughed humourlessly, "didn't reply to my letters. and now he doesn't wanna hang out."

"he's an idiot," kaz said, clutching his cane a bit tighter.

"he is," y/n sighed, "it's just, i haven't seen him in years and when i finally do see him, it's for a minute or so. like i've talked to you more than i have to brother. it's just, unbelievable."

"i'll fire him if you want," kaz wouldn't but he just wanted that frown to leave y/n's face.

"please don't," y/n said as she looked towards the sea, "he likes it here."

kaz stayed silent because he knew she needed to say something. in fact, she needed to say a lot of things and he'll listen.

"when i was a kid, jesper always used to tell me that when he goes off abroad to study, he'll bring me with him," she said and kaz could see her eyes getting clouded, "and then he just left me there and didn't even write back, i waited for him. for a week, then two and suddenly it stopped hurting."

kaz looked at her and saw tear streaks down her cheeks.

"turns out it does hurt, i just got good at hiding it."

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"jes!"

eleven-year old jesper fahey laughed loudly as his sister jumped on his back.

"come on, my knight," nine-year old y/n yelled, raising her hand in the air, "to the castle."

"as your wish, majesty."

jesper started walking back home from the field near their farm, his sister laughing loudly everytime jesper stumbled jokingly or pretended that he was going to drop her.

"here we are, my siege," jesper spoke as he carefully placed her down, "at your humble castle."

"thank you, jes," his sister smiled at him, teeth and all, "could we play some music?"

"whatever you want," and with that, he turned the beaten radio on.

a traditional waltz song came on which made vith of the siblings smiled at eachother excitedly.

"wanna dance?" jesper questioned as he walked to where y/n was standing.

"i don't know how to dance," y/n said as she looked at her brother.

"it's okay," jesper smiled, "you can step on my toes, i won't mind."

"really?"

"really."

and with that, the siblings danced around the room. laughs bouncing off the wall, the two found them in a quite simple sanctuary of their own.

the song came to a close and then, just like all things, ended. jesper and y/n found themselves swaying to a beat of their own, y/n still standing on jesper's toes.

"jesper?"

"yeah?"

"when you go off to boarding school, will you write?" y/n asked as she looked down.

"of course, i will," jesper said as if the question had offended him, "i'll write a letter everyday. i'll tell you about me day and my friends and the school. i'll never forget you."

"i won't either."

but as the days went by and the two kids found themselves to be teens, their promises, just like everything in the past, faded away to nothing.

just leaving them with the hope that someday, in the dawn of a new day, they'll dance again.

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"hey."

jesper looked up and saw his sister leaning on the door frame, looking exhausted.

"you good?" jesper asked, "you look tired."

"yeah, just didn't get much sleep," y/n laughed lightly, "my sleep schedule is a mess."

"same."

y/n smiled at him before looking at what he what he had in front of him. "whose is it?"

"don't know, just found it in the store room," jesper said as he fidgeted with the buttons on the beaten down radio, "i think it works."

"i haven't seen a radio since you went away," y/n spoke, "the last i did, it was when i was listening to a waltz song, dancing with you the day before you were off to ketterdam."

"i remember," jesper reminisced, "you still stood up on my toes."

y/n laughed as she looked at her brother and still saw the one who used to help her collect apples from the orchard down their farm. who taught her how to do everything when their da was working. the one was always there for her.

"i don't why i stopped writing letters to you," jesper spoke suddenly, "i am a criminal, y/n. and i didn't want you associated with me, to the dregs. they would've dragged you down and it was not safe, still isn't."

"that's a shitty explanation," y/n deadpanned, "you can't just say that you didn't want me associated with you but you associated yourself with da. no, i won't have it."

"look, i am sorry, okay," jesper said frustrated, "i didn't want you going down the same path as me and it was a stupid decision and i am sorry for that. i truly am."

"it's okay," y/n said before speaking again, "actually, no. it's not."

she looked at him for a moment and when he respond, she turned to leave and that's when she heard it.

the same traditional waltz music, coming out of the radio.

she turned around and saw jesper looking at her hopefully, extending his hand.

"wanna dance?" he questioned softly, as if afraid of the answer and truth be told, he was.

"not really, no."

"please?" y/n agreed reluctant but accepted his hand.

"you do know how waltzing works right?" jesper asked when he noticed her stiff posture.

"i don't know how to dance," y/n said and she hated how her voice cracked.

"it's okay," jesper smiled a tearful smile, his eyes watering, "you can step on my toes, i won't mind."

"really?"

"really."

and with those words uttered, the two siblings danced in the room, feeling like they were kids again. feeling like nothing had changed afterall, they just grew older.

y/n was, after a long time, happy with herself and her relationship with her brother. all wasn't forgiven, but she had a feeling it'll all work out.

it always does, in the end.

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