#she looks just like his bestie who is deceased

[megatraven]

i want to write. coffee shop aus for mc and all the astoria LIs. ive got some ideas bouncing around my head for most of them, the problem comes in azctually writing them all down oogh

[pullhisteeth]

Hi, lovely! Just wanted to drop by and say that I miss you and your amazing writing 🥹🧡 I understand if you're taking a break or stepping away from the app, but if you're up for it, I was wondering if I could drop in a request? No pressure at all! I REALLY love the way you write fluffy and angsty fics so I was wondering if you could write about a besties-to-lovers with Eddie where he asks the reader for help with asking a different girl out, without knowing about reader's feelings for him...and then along the way he realizes his feelings for the reader hehe and maybe a lil sprinkle of jealous!Eddie too 😎 Ily and I hope you're doing okay! 🩷🩷🩷

hi my love! this is the sweetest message thank you - not taking an intentional break, just busy as anything. work’s been my whole life the past couple weeks (today is actually my first day off in like a month) and what with that and trying to eat/sleep/speak to other human beings I am …… deceased

it’s so kind of you to say hello! I loved writing your request, it was a nice break for my brain and it felt good to get back into it. ♡ love you!

contains hurt/comfort, angst, fluff. tried to get some jealous!eddie in there for you :-)

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Eddie looks pretty like this.

He’s sitting at your desk in the library. You’re not sure why he’s here, though that wasn’t your first thought when you spotted him on your way over. He’s hunched over slightly, unruly hair keeping his face hidden, but it’s catching the light of the afternoon sun just right and it’s glowing a blushing golden and the flutters in your gut are relentless.

“Hey,” you murmur, wary of both startling him, and the strict Hawkins Library warden who likes to shush people like it’s a sport. Regardless he starts, shoulders jumping and face whipping up and around to look at you with wide, surprised eyes that soften when he realises who you are.

“Hi, sugar,” he says, voice ebbing as he notices how loud he’s being. He looks around quickly, just in case he’s about to get scolded, before looking back up at you and beaming. It doesn’t fool you, though; his presence here coupled with the sheen of anxiety behind his eyes gives him away.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, setting your backpack down on the table and taking the seat opposite him.

He begins fiddling with his ring again and diverts his eye. He’s nervous and you want to know how to fix it more than you wish to let on.

You hum an encouraging noise when he says nothing, sliding textbooks out of your bag along with your pens.

“I, uh… I need your help,” he says warily.

“Oh? With what?”

“I want to, uh… I wanna ask Tara out,” he says, and the words come out in one quick breath, his eyes still on his hands. “But I dunno how.”

You’re quiet, busy hands halting with a book halfway open. You look at him, mouth agape, for a second too long - he looks up after a beat and catches you before you have the sense to close it.

“Please?” he begs, those eyes like a puppy dog, wide and brown and far too lovable. “I’d take her to the Hawk but she’s- Man, she’s way too cool, it’s intimidating, and I really wanna impress her, you know? And I think the Hawk’ll be too busy on Friday ‘cause I know that new movie’s out that all the kids wanna see, so what if-”

“Okay,” you say. You’re sharp, voice like a whip, cutting him off before he derails.

He looks at you blankly for a second before saying, “Really? Shit, thank you.”

You look down at the books in front of you, eyes on the printed pages but taking nothing in. “Take her to the Garage,” you tell him quietly.

“What?”

“The Garage,” you repeat, closing the textbook and piling it on top of the others to return them to your bag. “It’s on the east side, on the road out.”

“Yeah, I know where the Garage is, but- Wait, are you headin’ out already? You just got here.”

“Don’t feel like studying,” you say flatly. “The Garage is cool. Rob took me there once. Tara’d love it.”

“Hey, hey-” His restless hands reach over to grip your wrist, to stop you moving, but you’re slippery and quick and far too determined on leaving. “You don’t have to leave, I’ll leave you alone. Your exam’s next week, I don’t wanna-”

“It’s fine, Eddie, I’ll study tomorrow.”

“But-”

“See you around,” you say quickly, tugging on the zipper on your bag and standing so fast it makes your head spin. You can hear him protesting behind you but it’s no use - the only place you want to be right now is home.

-

Eddie doesn’t call that evening. He doesn’t call the next day either, or the two following that. You float between your bed, the fridge and various shifts at work without so much as daring to call him yourself, though you lie awake at night and worry you’ve done something terrible, something earth-shatteringly cruel by leaving him like you did. Something so bad that twelve years of friendship is lost forever.

“Maybe it’s better like this,” you tell Nancy over the phone. It’s Thursday night, four days until your exam, and you haven’t spoken to Eddie since Sunday. “I was gonna spend forever like that. Maybe now I can move on or somethin’.”

“We both know you’re not going to move on,” she tells you. You groan, turning over onto your back to stare at your bedroom ceiling. Your bed is like a rotten pit, unmade for nearly a week and the past five days’ dirty (and clean) laundry is littered all over the top of the comforter. “And you shouldn’t. You’d just be hiding from your feelings.”

“I hate you,” you tell her, though the way your voice comes out through your smile deceives you. “You always sound so wise, how is that?”

“I am wise,” she says, smiling too. “And I’m wise enough to know that Eddie feels the same, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. Apparently I’ve got the brains for both of us, ‘cause he’s a bit dumb like that sometimes.”

“I wish he wasn’t,” you whine, “I can’t get the image of him and Tara outta my head.”

“I can go, if you want,” she says.

“Huh?”

“I can take Rob to the Garage on Friday, keep an eye on stuff.”

“Shit, would you?”

“Yeah, why not? What’re you doing that night anyway?”

“Dunno,” you say, morose, “Probably heading to the library again.”

“Okay,” she says sympathetically. “You’re gonna smash this exam, you know that, right?”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you grumble.”

“Well I know you will. And then Indiana State’ll have the best biologist known to man on their campus.”

“Funny,” you say.

“I’m wise and funny? You’re kind tonight.”

“I’m gonna go, Nance.”

“Okay,” she says, laughing. “I’ll call on Saturday, okay? And please eat some dinner.”

“Okay,” you reply, hanging up. You balance the receiver back on its stand and roll back over, willing the tears back when you feel them roll down your temples.

-

Friday nights are your favourite nights at the library.

Who else spends the one designated social evening of the week in a room designed for quiet? You, apparently, alongside two old ladies knitting in the comfy corner, and a kid who looks like he might be home from college for the holidays. You’re settled at your usual desk with textbooks and papers scattered everywhere - the tabletop, the chair next to you, the floor. You’ve been here for hours, pouring over all of your work, oblivious to most of the minimal movement and chatter happening in the room.

You’ve got a tape in your Walkman - classical, one your dad found at the record store downtown - so you feel Eddie before you see him. He startles you, his wide hand on your shoulder, and you jump, pulling your headphones down.

“Fucking hell,” you breathe, your heart beating a mile a minute. You twist in your seat and put your pen down, looking up at him. You couldn't worry about the warden if you tried, far too enamoured by him despite everything. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He’s hovering over you, his hair a mess and cheeks flushed pink. You notice he has his nice shirt on - a deep blue, so dark it’s almost black - and his lips are rosy.

“Tara needed the bathroom on the way home, this was the closest place. How’s it going?”

There’s a lilt to his voice that churns your stomach. It’s the one he gets at parties, or that night just before your birthday when the two of you drank wine in his living room and didn’t sleep until six in the morning.

He’s been drinking and, judging by the smell lingering on his clothes, smoking, too, and his smile and the pink blooming over his cheeks only makes the churning worse.

“Fine,” you tell him. “Was in the zone, sorry.”

“No,” he breathes, finally backing away. You fill your lungs and watch him as he rounds the table. His eyes keep moving from you to the door across the room, presumably watching for her. “I interrupted you, ‘m’sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Gotta run,” he says, face brightening in a way that makes you want to vomit. You turn back around and see Tara in the doorway, waving, beaming. “Don’t work too hard, please? Get some sleep. And eat something- Have you eaten at all today?”

He’s standing a foot or two from the table now, but he stops as he asks you this.

“Uh,” you look down at your watch. 12:07am. “I had lunch.”

“Shit, you need’ta eat something. Please.”

“Okay, Eds. I’ll have some toast when I get home. Have a nice night.”

“You’ve got this,” he says, and it’s here that the silly smile on his face falters. He still hasn’t moved, and you can see Tara looking over, watching. He’s looking at you and something breaks - his smile drops completely and his eyes go all sad and weird.

“What?” you ask, unamused.

“Nothing,” he says. “Nothing. Get some sleep okay? See you later.”

He turns and walks across to the exit, and you watch him leave. He’s slow and slumped, like someone’s just delivered bad news.

You head out fifteen minutes later, and chew unhappily on three slices of toast before you get to bed.

-

Studying until late is never a good idea.

You’re hopping around your bedroom, pulling stockings up your legs and praying to anything holy that the traffic on your way into work isn’t too bad.

“I know this isn’t really what you wanted to hear,” Nancy’s saying sadly. You’ve got the receiver propped between your cheek and your shoulder as you stumble around and stretch the cord within an inch of its life. “They just… It really did look like they were having fun.”

“He came to see me at the library,” you tell her breathlessly, desperate to think of anything but Eddie and Tara playing pool and laughing like lovedrunk teenagers

“What? When? Last night?”

“Yeah, said she needed a piss on the way home.” You stop hopping, both stockings finally in place, and take the phone in your hand. “He was really weird, actually.”

“Weird how?”

“I dunno. He seemed happy, but then he got all sad.”

“Did you tell him off?” she asks, faux-stern.

“No,” you tell her, “just told him I’d have dinner, and to have a good night.”

She hums, and you look at the clock.

“Shit, Nance, I’m sorry, I really gotta go, I’m gonna be so late-”

“No, no, you go, I’ll see you soon. And good luck on Monday, yeah? I know you’ll ace it.” -

Your body takes you to the library like it’s on auto-pilot or something. You finished the entrance exam three hours ago, and though it seemed to go okay, you daren’t be too optimistic. You’d hovered around town for a while, eating ice cream and watching birds, before your feet walked you right here: your desk on the first floor of Hawkins Library.

It’s here that you’ve been sitting for an hour or so, flicking through novels but finding no interest in the words on the page. Your brain is melted from a near-fatal combination overworking and overthinking, and without an exam to worry about, the latter is now the one clocking overtime.

You can’t get the picture of Eddie’s face out of your head. His eyes had been so sad, his face drooping like the dawning of some cruel realisation. The way he’d walked out of the room had matched it, sorrowful and curled over.

Worst of all, he hasn’t called.

There’s only two reasons you can think of. Firstly, he’s busy calling Tara instead of you. He’s telling her about his day, spinning new inside jokes and letting her hear his pretty laugh.

Or second: he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. You’re too cold, flat, uninteresting. Tara is cool.

There is a third possibility that you daren’t think about for the sake of your own heart: that both are true.

You slam the hardback in your hands shut and place it roughly on the table.

“Woah, was it that bad?”

You look up and find Eddie standing across from you, precisely where he’d been that moment something had changed on Friday. He’s far less put together now, dressed in his usual bedraggled jacket and jeans.

He laughs as you stare at him. After a minute, he takes the seat opposite and pulls the book towards himself.

“Weird choice for you, sugar.”

“Quiet,” you tell him in a whisper, nodding to your right where the warden is circling.

“Sorry,” he whispers back with a smile. “What’re you still doing here? Wasn’t the exam this morning?”

“I like it here,” you tell him. A half-truth - you do, but you’d really rather be anywhere else right now.

“Right,” he says, clearly not buying it. “And how’d it go?”

You shrug. “Okay, I think. I hope.”

“You’re the smartest person I know. You’ll do great.”

“I wish people would stop saying that,” you say, looking out of the window to your left.

“What? That you’re smart?”

“That I’ll ace it. I have no idea.”

“No, you don’t,” he says. “But you’ve definitely got a better idea than me.”

“What’s that mean?” you ask, turning back to look at him.

“I just… You’ve got more brains than me, that’s all.”

He’s fiddling with his rings again, eyes trained on the tentative movements of his fingers rather than you. It gives you a chance to take in his face properly: tired, sallow, unhappy.

“How was Friday?” you chance. He shrugs. “Just okay?”

“Fine, yeah,” he says, voice flat and unfeeling. “Had fun, ‘til we came here.”

Your instinct is to be offended. You didn’t say anything cruel or unwarranted; in fact you barely said a thing at all. How could you have ruined the evening?

“What?”

“Tara, she, uh… She said bye when we left. I was walkin’ her home, only stopped here for the can, I mean- You know we’re miles from the park, took me forever to get back to mine. Thought, y’know…” You hum so he doesn’t have to utter the inevitable and break your heart.

“What happened?” you ask softly, hands on the table in front of you like an offering.

He looks troubled, truly, and it hurts - you may have gone a week without contact, the longest since he went on a fishing trip with Wayne when you were both 18, but he’s your best friend, and his pain is your pain.

He closes his eyes tight and sucks in a breath.

“When we left, she said… She told me I need to ‘really think about things’, which made no sense to me at the time, I guess ‘cause I was, like, 4 whiskey sours in and we’d smoked on the way over, and then she used the payphone outside to call a cab so I waited with her and walked home, and the next morning I realised what she meant.”

You look at him with nothing to say. He takes another deep breath.

“She probably saw me over here with you, y’know, and I’m sure to other people we seem pretty… Comfortable. And then you said you hadn’t eaten, and you looked so tired, I- All I wanted to do was take you home and make you dinner. And then the next morning, and, like, all weekend, all I could think was that one day some other guy’d be doin’ that for you, some college guy or somethin’, and I’d have to watch, ‘cause you’re my friend.”

“Eddie, I don’t understand.”

You’re genuinely bewildered. He’s still whispering, or at least talking in a low voice, and at multiple points during the past five minutes you thought you’d completely misheard him. It’s definitely your Eddie sitting opposite you - he has a tendency to be a little dramatic, and this is certainly that - but he’s never been so brashly honest like this with you before.

“I had fun with Tara, really, but… I realised I’d spent all night thinking about how much better it’d have been if you’d been there.”

You can feel the flush like fire up your neck and across your cheeks. Your palms are clammy so you pull them inwards, back towards yourself, to save yourself the embarrassment.

“I think I need to get some air,” you say, standing and leaving without waiting for him.

You hear him behind you as you descend the stairs and push the clunky glass door open. You’re met with a wall of cold air and you breathe a heaving sigh as you stand in its frost.

The door opens again only a few seconds later, and you turn to face your friend.

“Eddie,” you begin, “I need to know that you’re telling me what I think you’re telling me.”

“You left your coat,” is all he says, handing you the jacket. You don’t move, too stunned, so he steps behind you and you let him manipulate your arms into the sleeves like a sullen child.

“Eddie,” you bite, impatient and frustrated.

“Yeah,” he breathes behind you. When the coat’s on, he squeezes your shoulders, and you round on him.

“Please just tell me what the fuck is going-”

“I think I love you,” he says, louder than you. It’s a declaration, said without hesitation or subtlety. It’s so confidently loud that a couple of people leaving the library turn to look.

“It shouldn’t have taken me taking someone else out to realise it, but fuck, once I did I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I guess ‘cause we see each other all the time I never really questioned why I think about you so often, or whatever, but… I wanted to take you home and make you dinner on Friday, make sure you got some sleep, fuckin’ look after you. Made me feel dumb as hell because you’re not a kid or anythin’, but I just want you to be okay.”

You’re not sure when you started crying. Maybe it was as early as the declaration itself, but you know that by the time he told you he wants to take care of you, tears were rolling over your cheeks, unstoppable and filled with elation.

“Shit,” Eddie whispers, stepping toward you without thinking, reaching out to hold you somehow. He settles for a hand on your upper arm, almost at your shoulder. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please don’t cry, I-”

“It’s fine, I’m okay, I’m, uh- I’m happy,” you say, giggling, your tears making it wetter, thicker. “They’re happy tears.”

“Oh, good,” he breathes, shoulders sloping. You spot the beginning of a grin through cloudy vision. “Thank god.”

While you wipe your face with the sleeve of your jumper, Eddie’s hand moves from your shoulder and to your neck. You feel the heavy weight of him pressing there, not threatening but a comfort. It forces you closer, until you’re both looking at each other and laughing.

“The exam went really well,” you tell him. “Honest.”

“I knew it would,” he says, curling a finger behind your ear to move a piece of hair from your face. “You’re gonna kill it at college.”

“I’ll miss you. And everyone else.”

“We’re not going anywhere any time soon,” he says softly, fingers dancing until he’s cradling your face. His other hand is stuffed in his pocket, and you’re close enough that you can reach in and grasp it, pulling it out so you can wind your fingers between his. He looks down and smiles.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. It’s almost a whisper and you almost miss it - almost. “For the exam, I mean. You did well, y’deserve a kiss.”

“Sure,” you say, laughing again. “For the exam, yeah.”

He chuckles before dipping his head just enough. You lift up to meet him halfway and he presses his lips to yours, firm but quick.

“Again,” you breathe, and he doesn’t ask questions. He bows again and kisses you, his force solid and homely. You kiss him back, breathless and keening.He’s warm and you want to take, take, take. You only stop when the door opens behind you again, creaking and followed by quick footsteps as someone else leaves.

Eddie kisses your nose and says, “Shit, you’re cold.”

“Can we go home?”

“No,” he says, and before you can finish protesting, he adds, “We have to celebrate. You’re done with studying! Let’s go get milkshakes or something.”

You wrinkle your nose, determined that you won’t be going to the diner you work in. “How about pizza?”

“Whatever you want, smartie pants.”

You physically bristle at the petname, cheeks flushing again despite the chill. Eddie’s arm settles around your shoulders and squeezes as he kisses your temple.

You stop walking once you reach the end of the block. He stops with you and turns to look at you without dropping your hand.

"I think I love you too, by the way," you tell him. "I didn't say- Back there, I should've said it. I- Well, I know I love you."

He smiles - beams - at your return of his declaration. He squeezes your hand in his and tugs.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Let's go."

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PURELY PLATONIC(?)

CHARLES LECLERC

summary : are yn and charles dating? are they just friends? who cares? well, twitter does. category : smau. note : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. this wasn't supposed to be my 1st fic posted but it is what it is.

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youruser thought we'd agreed that you'd never call that in public ever again

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Dear PTJ, please develope your female characters

Someone complaining abt the way PTJ writes his female characters (truly, a never seen before concept); 1st Afilliate Arc and Cheongliang Arc spoilers (at this point, I think most people are up to date w/ the story, but I'm still gonna put this warning just in case)

Look, I don't take Lookism super seriously. In fact, I think I never did that, mainly thanks to the outlandish concepts it had since the beginning. I'm just here to have fun at this point, and to finally learn the truth about Daniel's 2nd body (omg, it's been 400+ chapters-).

I definitely wasn't expecting to find super well written female characters (even though I definitely should, it's 2023, for God's sake-), something a good number of fighting-related webtoons seem to struggle with. But damn, does Lookism waste its female characters in a way not many have done before.

Since the focus of the story has shifted primarly towards fighting and taking down the Four Crews and Charles Choi, I'm gonna focus on two of the characters most connected to these aspects: Mary Kim and Crystal Choi (ik Lua and Sally are also connected in this way, but I don't really have a lot to say about them and, besides, they've already been covered by another user here on Tumblr)

Mary Kim

The perfect opportunity to get her more involved came up not so long ago, in the ep just before the Allied vs 1st Afilliate fight properly started. We see Mary's reaction upon hearing Vin Jin tell her that Taejin Cheon is alive; we can see her anger asclear as day both in her expression and her words. She literally expresses how much she wants to kill this guy.

And yet, PTJ doesn't make her go and get her revenge. Instead, we have Vin Jin basically saying that he will do it for her because 'his hands are already dirty" (i heavily paraphrased his words, but you get it), which to me, at least, doesn't make sense.

Time and time again we see how close the two of them are in spite of the many jabs they throw at each other. Even without knowing the details of their shared past in Cheongliang (which comes up a couple episodes later), it's very strange that she would let Vin jin go to face him just like that.

By this point, it's already stablished that he murdered somebody, an act that even if deserved by the deceased person, takes a mental toll on the one who does it. Taking this into account, I don't see why Mary would just let who's basically her best friend go through the same thing again, alone. And I especially don't see why she would obey him and stay behind. Her, Mary, the person who never takes Vin Jin's bullshit and always calls him out.

Why not have them both go together? It would be a great opportunity to 1) deal with the last negative reminder of their past, and gain a little bit of closure once and for all, and 2) have Mary finally fight seriously and be able to demonstrate why she's called 'The Empress of Two Seconds' and why she's considered so strong.

We've only seen her take down minor opponents a very, very small number of times, all of which are altercations that don't ever last too long (i guess this last thing is to back up her nickname but, eh)

TLDR: Let Mary dirty her hands as much as Vin. Let them take down together one of the people who has brought them so much pain as the pair of strong besties they are. Stop telling us how strong she is and actually commit to showing it.

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Crystal Choi

Oh boy, this character-

Like, you mean to tell me that the sole offspring/child of the Big Bad Guy tm the protagonist and his friends are meant to take down, who also happens to be friends with said protagonist, doesn't play a major role on the story? Absolutely insane

And that isn't even taking into account that she also has 2 bodies, which is something only one other character (Daniel, the PROTAGONIST), has and is a major plot point

I'd like to see her be more aware of her privilege as a rich person. Yeah, she was relentlesstly bullied and undermined for her appeareance (which is a horrible thing for anybody to go through) but at least she wasn't poor, too. Does she actually use her money or her status as the daughter of one of the richest men in Korea to change things or solve problems?

Jay literally bought an ambulance of the same type used by the 1st Afilliate so that Allied could sneak in, so why can't Crystal do something similar to help them, too? She helped them during the Gambling Arc by bringing Kouji

I'd like to see her realize and come to terms with the fact that her father's a horrible person. I don't think she knows everything that's going on behind closed doors, but she's definitely smart enough to have noticed that there's something shady going on with his bussiness.

Let her discover the truth. Let her pick either her father's or Daniel's side (the latter which I believe is the most plausible, since she doesn't seem the type to excuse murder, extorsion, etc.). She could act as an informant, helping Allied from the inside.

Heck, you could have her fight, too, if you wanted to. She trained with Gun, after all. And yeah, maybe she's not as strong as the other characters, but we know that she can hold her own against most people. We've seen it.

TLDR: how the hell do you set up a character with so much potential and don't do anything with it. Also, think abt the angst potential!

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Final thoughts, I guess:

I think that Crystal siding with Allied has a higher chance of happening than PTJ letting Mary fight. There's still a good chunk of the story yet to be told, so anything could happen.

I'm actually considering believing that the reason we rarely see the female characters is that they, also, are working secretly to take down the Four Crews and it's gonna get revealed in the last arc for the sake of my sanity

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Various Slasher Prompts! This list includes: Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🔪❤️🩸(Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion!)

1. You’re either born with unique doll-like features or you’ve gotten extensive plastic surgery to look like a doll. Either way you have the face, hair and body of a life size porcelain doll. You’re beautiful and look practically perfect in every way. But it’s sort of uncanny how you dress and do your makeup and hair to look so much like a living doll, almost like you’re an imitation of a human. How does Brahms react? How do you react when you meet this man who’s been living in the walls and wears a porcelain doll mask?

2. Resident Evil Village Crossover: You’re a doll maker like your sister, Donna. You may or may not have mutations and/or the ability to bring dolls to life and control them like she did. After Claudia’s and your parents’ deaths, all you and Donna had left was each other. Naturally, you were very close. You made dolls together, tended to the garden, and left flowers at Claudia’s grave periodically. You were the only person Donna showed her face to, but she still had bad days where she couldn’t bring herself to take off the black veil. Not even for you. You’d never leave the house or go to the village without her because she wouldn’t let you. She used her dolls to keep watch over you while she was away. She always accompanied you outside, afraid something bad would happen if she wasn’t there to protect you.

After her death, there’s nothing left for you in Romania. You’ve never been allowed to step outside the village walls before because of how agoraphobic and overprotective your dear sister was. You’re scared and anxious to travel abroad all alone, but you have no reason to stay here. After burying Donna with Angie in the family cemetery and giving your final goodbyes, you leave Beneviento Manor without looking back. You travel to England, only bringing your personal favorite doll and some small yet precious family mementos that you cherish.

Somehow you meet Brahms and it’s remarkable how alike he is to both you and your deceased sister. Like Donna he has dark hair, hides his face, and speaks through or otherwise uses a doll that’s important to him to communicate. He, too, loves to play games like Hide-and-Seek with his victims. He’s lonely and doesn’t want you to leave the Heelshire mansion either, just like how Donna forbade you from leaving Beneviento Manor without her. Like you, his life is marred by tragedy. His entire family is deceased and he has lived alone in a creepy old house since his parents committed suicide, just like how you and Donna spent your lives after you lost your own parents in the same manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Brahms was a long lost brother of yours that was separated from you at birth. Maybe it’s fortunate he has no blood relation to you. So what happens now? (Platonic or Romantic is up to you)

3. Ghost of Thornton Hall AU: You’re Brahms’ twin sister and were beloved not just by your family, but by the entire village. Everyone who knew you loved you. While Brahms was “odd”, you were everything but. Your parents tried to love you and Brahms equally, but you inevitably became their favorite child. When you died with your brother in a house fire, the village suffered a great loss and everyone mourned you deeply. Even 20 years later, your absence is still felt by the village. Flowers and gifts are left at your grave. Your epitaph reads, “Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back”. Rumors and ghost stories spread that you and your brother still haunt Heelshire Manor. Village children make up the rhyme, “Fire So Red, Night So Black, Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back,” and dare each other to recite it in the cemetery at night over and over until they scare themselves silly. Except you didn’t actually die. You were sent away after Brahms nearly killed you. It was a terrible accident and he never meant to hurt you, but it was too much for your parents to bear. So they faked both of your deaths and sent you abroad to America to live with a new family while they kept Brahms hidden away in England.

On your 28th birthday, your adoptive parents tell you the truth and reveal your birth name (omitting the parts about your brother and the fire). You’re sent a letter in the mail that has no return address, but looks like it’s from someone you know. It’s your friend’s handwriting and signed with their name. You haven’t seen them in a while, but they’re inviting you to their house in the English countryside - all expenses paid. How can you say no? Unbeknownst to you, this is all a trap set up by Brahms to bring you back to Heelshire Manor, whether you remember he’s your brother or not.

On the drive there, you stop by a cemetery and see a beautifully decorated gravestone covered in flowers and gift offerings. With your name and birthdate engraved on it. Naturally, you freak out, especially when you see your death date listed as 20 years ago. You’re not dead! So how and why is this here? You’re perturbed and have so many questions but is this really a mystery you want to unravel? The only place you’ll find answers is inside Heelshire Manor. But If you step foot into that house, there’s no going back. You’ll be past the point of no return. Once you come home, Brahms won’t let you leave.

4. Ghost of Thornton Hall inspired AU: A local newspaper has a front page story that reads as follows: A dreary cloud descended over the English countryside yesterday afternoon as services for Y/N Heelshire brought the entire village to a complete standstill. A large group of mourners braved the pouring rain for a chance to pay their final respects to Ms. Heelshire before the private internment on the Heelshire family’s estate. A beloved and charismatic member of the influential Heelshire clan, Y/N was fatally injured during a fire on the Heelshire estate. Since news of her death, outpourings of grief have been seen throughout town, but none were as spectacular as what occurred during her funeral service. Brahms Heelshire, brother to the deceased, was carried out by local police following a violent outburst. Witnesses allege Brahms Heelshire grew agitated during the services, causing thousands of dollars in damage and a few minor injuries. No witnesses were willing to comment to record and Brahms was later released without charges to the care of his family. There is currently no evidence that what transpired that fateful night was anything more than an accident.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It’s Y/N’s. We don’t go in there.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look around.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. I’ve tried.”

Are you truly dead or has your death been faked by your parents? Did young Brahms intentionally try to kill you or was it truly an unfortunate accident and misunderstanding? Will you one day return home to Heelshire Manor and darken its doorstep or does the ghost of your memory forever haunt the halls? It’s all up to you to decide.

5. Crimson Peak/Haunted Mansion AU (no incest!): You’re Brahms’ twin sister. Since you were children, you’ve had murderous urges like he does. Except while Brahms was “odd” and didn’t have many friends, you were a beautiful little girl who looked and acted sweet. You’ve even fooled your parents into thinking you were a perfect social butterfly. But in secret, you’d do weird things like mutilate your toys, etc. Other kids and adults fell right into your traps. It was easy for you to pretend to cry about being lost before isolating your victims and killing them. Covering it up was also easy: No way could a child overpower an adult or do such a terrible thing! But after Brahms killed Emily Cribbs, your parents faked his death by setting the manor on fire. It was up to you to play the part of the perfect daughter and heiress.

20 years later, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman and shine brightly amongst society. Your parents are deceased, and the wealth you and Brahms have accrued from your inheritance and parents’ wills is drying up. You’ve become a somewhat prominent and popular socialite, so you and Brahms hatch an ingenious plan: You go out in society, travel to America and other countries to seduce wealthy men into marriage. Once you bring them back home to Heelshire Manor after your honeymoon, you work your magic on them until they believe themselves to be in love with you. Any weird or strange noises your new husbands hear in the walls you wave off as just the rats, the old pipes, etc. The house is old and often creaks and “breathes” when it shifts. Any concerns they come to you with, you comfort them but tell them they’re just not used to the English countryside air yet. It usually doesn’t take long for you to convince them to sign the papers and leave everything to you.

You and your brother then kill them together and dispose of their bodies. You put on an award-worthy performance as a worried wife with a missing husband, which soon turns into a grieving widow. Then you collect their money and assets, and repeat the pattern as needed. Gaslight and Girlboss. You’re a very successful Black Widow and everyone in the village is none the wiser because you’re such a convincing actress. Brahms and you cover up your crimes so well. Besides, you’re such a darling and do so much good and charitable work for the village that you would never be capable of doing such a heinous thing! You’re so friendly and everyone in the village loves you. You just have terrible luck in love, that’s all!

6. Orphan inspired AU: Heelshire Manor has become a (in)famous though unofficial haunt. The abandoned house has been an attraction for tourists, ghost hunters, and paranormal investigators around the world ever since rumors and speculations from village pub talk have been spread through word of mouth and posted on the internet, exaggerated over time to garner the most attention. The truth behind the story of Emily Cribbs’ death and the fire at Heelshire Manor has been twisted ever since it first got published on online blogs. What was an unsolved crime has now become a ghost story, an urban legend almost. The manor is said to be haunted by the ghosts of Brahms Heelshire and his sister ever since they both died in a house fire when they were children. Videos posted on TikTok and YouTube show strange phenomenon: Porcelain dolls and other objects moving by themselves, inexplicable noises like knocking, the voices of the ghost children, and telephones ringing when the lines are revealed as disconnected and dead. Doors have been shown to shut and lock on their own, and dead animals that were definitely not there before are left lying about in the open. Threatening messages such as “GET OUT” appear written in blood, etc. Some videos even feature rare sightings of the little Heelshire daughter’s ghost. She looks exactly the same as she did on the day she died.

Except you’re not a ghost and neither is your brother. He’s been moving through secret passageways inside the walls and mimicking the voice of a child perfectly. You were born with a rare genetic disorder that makes you have the appearance and voice of a child even though you’re an adult woman. Unwitting people trespass onto your property and break into your family home to film scary ghost content, so you and Brahms take every advantage. You give them the scares and ghost activity they so desperately want then, when they least expect it, you and Brahms strike. You and your brother murder them even if they’re still recording. The videos capture their final moments as they struggle to fight and survive. You and your brother relish in the sounds of their screams or dying breaths as they gasp for air or choke on their own blood.

You then take their phones and cameras, stopping the recordings at just the right moment before you post the videos yourself. Peoples’ skepticism and eagerness to denounce something as fake for clicks or clout works in your favor and allows you and Brahms to get away with endless murders. You then promptly destroy the phones, cameras, or other recording devices and dispose of them just to be safe. The locals know better but are too afraid to go near your house. Nobody ever heeds their warnings and people keep coming like lambs to the slaughter because they think it’s all fake or staged. And since people think you and Brahms are paid actors and it’s all just an elaborate hoax, nobody is gonna bother to investigate. No matter how many people go missing or end up dead, it’s never going to stop. It’s an endless cycle you and Brahms delight in.

7. You’re dating Stu and Billy. You love them both and they love you so it’s perfect that you share and do things as a trio. But because it’s high school and the 90s, nobody understands your poly relationship and you get relentlessly harassed and bullied in school for dating two guys at the same time. You’re called a whore or slut, sarcastically asked by guys for threesomes or hookups since you, “open your legs for two guys already so what difference would it make”, when you’re just trying to get stuff out of your locker or get to class. Thanks to annoying cliques of popular girls, rumors may start that you even have STDs or are pregnant. Even at home, you get creepy or annoying phone calls from girls asking who’s better in bed or guys asking for sexual favors. You’re tired of all their shit so you disconnect your landline phone, which makes your boyfriends worried when you start skipping class and they can’t get a hold of you anymore.

Billy and Stu find out about the situation sooner or later, whether you tell them or not. When they started their Ghostface killing spree, they didn’t have a motive. But now they do. They start tormenting and killing your harassers and bullies. You don’t know your boyfriends are Ghostface and you may be a suspect for a while and questioned by police, but Billy and Stu don’t like that. They’ll take care of it and clean up their mess so that evidence points to someone else (like Cotton Weary) and you’re cleared. Whether you eventually find out they’re Ghostface or not is up to you. How you react to the reveal of them being Ghostface (whether they confide their secret in you and tell you all they’ve done to protect you, or you find out accidentally by being in the wrong place at the wrong time) is up to you.

8. You’re Sidney’s sister and Mickey’s girlfriend. You’re his muse for his film aspirations and often help him with his amateur filmmaking whether it’s brainstorming ideas, traveling to locations, writing screenplays and scripts, etc. While his intentions were the same as Billy’s when he first met you, everything changed when he unexpectedly grew to love you just as much as he loves film. He doesn’t want you to get mixed up with his Ghostface plot anymore. But his methods of protecting you look suspicious and you start to have doubts and feel uneasy around him. When you vent about Mickey to your classmate, Cici Becker, she puts these ideas in your head that he’s either cheating on you and/or wants to break up and is just waiting for an opportune moment. She compares his behavior to her own shitty “boyfriend”, Ted. Why did he ask Hallie to go with him as his date to the mixer party and didn’t even tell you about it? Why else would he be gone and out late so often or not answer your calls? Little do you know, this is why Ghostface later kills Cici. Similarly, he killed Randy for having the audacity to think he had a chance of scoring or dating you.

All his efforts of protecting you blow up in his face when Nancy Loomis shoots you anyway during the final confrontation. Sidney kills Nancy before the vengeful mother can kill Mickey while he’s distracted and unaware of his surroundings. He’s at your side and trying to stop your bleeding, too busy apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. He assures you that you weren’t supposed to be here or get hurt, but you don’t know if you can believe him. You’re torn between pushing him away because you’re scared of him and feel betrayed, or accepting his help because you don’t want to die and you still love him. You know it’s fucked up, but a part of you wishes you could pin all the Ghostface attacks on Nancy somehow. You know you’re not thinking straight due to the blood loss, but a part of you still doesn’t want to see Mickey, your Mickey, dead or in prison. You stop Sidney from killing him and she relents, for now. You’ll all be going on a trip to the hospital, but what will happen between you and Mickey afterwards?

9. 10 Things I Hate About You AU: Mickey is paid off by another student to take you out on dates for whatever reason. He’s asked you out multiple times, but you kept turning him down, aware he’s kind of a player and gets around campus. But he persists and eventually does something like Derek did for Sidney where he makes a spectacle of asking you out. So you finally cave and say yes. What started out as a monetary transaction became genuine as he got to know the real you, past the introverted and antisocial exterior you exhibit at school. You’re tempestuous, feisty, and rebellious, but have a very sweet and sensitive heart deep down. You’re tough but he really likes you. Hell, maybe he even loves you as the semester progresses.

You agree to stay up late to help him with his final project for his Film Studies class, but then you both get distracted and bored with filming the documentary. You decide to film a sex tape instead. Something special and private, just for yours and Mickey’s eyes only. He treats it like a passion project. He directs you and acts alongside you as if you were scene partners in a high class art film. During the filming of this sex tape, you tell Mickey you love him. Even if he doesn’t say it back, you feel like he doesn’t have to. You already know he loves you too. But then everything goes to shit when you overhear a heated exchange between him and the student who’s been paying him off. When your sex tape is mentioned, you think he’s shown the tape to other people and feel used and lied to.

“Nothing in it for you, huh? You were paid to take me out! I knew it was a set-up!”

“It wasn't like that!”

“Really? What was it like? A down payment now, then a bonus for sleeping with me?”

Mickey chases after you and insists that he doesn’t care about the money, he cares about you. But after what you perceive as his betrayal, you refuse to listen. You storm off, accusing him of not being who you thought he was. This drives Mickey to become Ghostface and start killing. He wants revenge on those he believed played a part in turning you against him, starting with the punk who bribed him. He’ll come up with a plan to make things right and win you back, one way or another. Even if he has to eventually kidnap you and/or pretend to be the hero and save you from Ghostface. He’ll come up with an elaborate plan and find a way to prove his love for you is real. Even if he has to commit a few murders along the way and pin them on someone else.

10. You’re Sidney’s sister and have been dating Mickey. Murders start happening again following the release of Stab and you get calls from a new Ghostface. You ask Mickey if you can come over; it’s very important that you talk to him in private and it can’t wait. When you arrive at his dorm, Mickey is concerned about your mental and emotional state. You don’t look well. You’re paranoid and stressed, still traumatized from the Woodsboro Ghostface attacks 2 years ago. He acts as a loving and supportive boyfriend, comforting you and distracting you from your anxious thoughts with kisses and more. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed over at his dorm nor would it be the first time you’ve slept together, but this time feels like a goodbye. You urge Mickey to stay away from you for his own safety because Ghostface is after you and your sister again. Whoever it is won’t hesitate to kill your loved ones to get to you. You tell him you’re leaving town and try to break things off, but Mickey is stubborn and refuses to let you go. He loves you and swears he’ll protect you, but he feels like there’s something else you’re not telling him and demands to know what it is. He blocks the door and stops you from leaving. You’re acting weird and look like a sleep deprived mess, so you’re not going anywhere until you tell him what’s going on with you. You break down and reveal it’s not just you or Sidney you’re worried about anymore: You’re pregnant with Mickey’s child.

After that, things seem okay between you and Mickey. The killings have slowed down so maybe it’s over. But then you inadvertently find a Ghostface costume hidden amongst all his stuff in his dorm while he’s out, and you rightfully assume the worst - that he’s playing you the same way Billy played Sidney. Mickey admits that while that was the original plan, the plan changed when he unexpectedly fell in love with you. He swears he wasn’t the one calling you and that it was his partner, Nancy Loomis. He told her to stop and leave you be after you told him about your pregnancy, but it seems Nancy didn’t listen. He’s lied to you all this time and you don’t know if you can trust him anymore. It isn’t until after the final confrontation when he saves you from Nancy and takes a bullet meant for you that you believe him. He put his own life on the line to save yours. To hell with the film, Mickey wants his family. He wants you and your unborn child more than fame.

11. When you were a baby or toddler, your parents were taking you on a family road trip. They stopped at Luda’s shop for gas and/or snacks. A new and young mother of two boys herself, Luda adored you at first sight. She noticed your eyes were two different colors. You were unique and special just like her sweet Thomas. He’s about your age too, or maybe a little older. Your mom and dad were polite as one of them held you in their arms and told you to say hello to the nice lady, waving your arm for you because you were too shy. Luda gave you an old but pretty doll to play with, and your little smile made her heart swell at how cute you were. You were such a sweetheart and she was sad to watch you leave, but was happy you had parents who loved you despite your mismatched eyes.

When your parents later hit a cow in the middle of the road and died upon impact, Charlie Sr. came along and found you in the backseat, covered in your parents’ blood. He cursed to himself when he heard your shrill crying and screaming. You were confused and frightened but luckily unharmed. He pulled you from the bloody wreckage before the sheriff could show up and take you away. His wife always wanted a daughter, so he brought you back to the house. After he told Luda what happened, she cleaned you up. She rocked you back and forth, hushing you and lulling you to sleep. What a horrific tragedy to have befallen your lovely parents and for you to be in the middle of it. Luckily you were young enough that you wouldn’t remember your birth parents or anything from what’s happened. She’ll love you and raise you as her own. Tommy will have a sister to play with. What’s your upbringing like as you grow up with the Hewitts? With your eye condition and his skin disease, what are you and Thomas like as siblings from childhood to adulthood?

12. You died at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason, this poor man, was so devastated that he was in denial and didn’t want to bury you. He’d just tuck your deceased body into bed or on the couch like you were only sleeping and Pamela had to softly tell him it’d be best to bury you properly. Her sweet boy was hurting and her voice comforted him as best as it could. So he buries you, his best friend and lover, in your favorite spot in the camp. He leaves wildflowers for you every day he visits. Of course Jason would be merciless to those that caused your death (if it was caused through foul play and not by an accident or natural causes) and any trespassers after that. One day a group of typical teenagers at Crystal Lake were telling scary ghost stories and fucking around with a ouija board, or one teen in particular was just being absolutely stupid in trying to go around the camp and "resurrect the Camp Blood Slasher" as a joke.

But joke’s on them, it resurrected you instead of Jason. When you come back and Jason sees your grave is empty and has been disturbed, he thinks someone stole your body. He’s about to go on a rage fueled murder spree - until he finds you in his cabin. Your hair, skin and clothes are covered in dirt and grime. You’re shaking like a leaf and your eyes are wide like a startled deer. You know you died, you still remember that day so vividly. So you have no idea how you’re here now. You’re alarmed that you have no heartbeat or pulse. You have no need to breathe like a normal human. What’s happened? Why are you like this? What day is it? Somehow, you’re now risen and immortal, just like Jason. But while he’s a zombie, you may be more like a vampiric creature that needs blood to survive. Jason has to do his best to console and comfort you like how Frankenstein’s Creature tried to do with his Bride. There, there. You’re safe now and back home with Jason. He’ll never let anything bad happen to you ever again. He’ll teach you what he knows about being undead as best as he can.

13. Orphan/Criminal Minds inspired AU: You’re Asa Emory’s younger sister and the only other member of his family who survived your insane father’s familicide and macabre setting of the dinner table. The experience fucked you both up and warped your minds. The chemicals your father injected you with didn’t kill you, but they stunted your growth permanently. You escaped with Asa before your father could kill or stuff either of you, but you’re frozen in the body of a little girl. Even as an adult woman, your petite stature makes you look and sound like a child. Sometimes your brother takes you with him on “exterminator jobs” and lets you design or set traps. Other times you’ll lure in victims by pretending to be lost or in need of help. Most people can’t ignore a child in distress and you’re such a good actress. You’re so relieved and thankful to Asa for not infantilizing you. He speaks to you and treats you like the adult you are when you’re in the privacy of your house or otherwise not hunting for victims.

But you’re often angry and envious of adult women, frustrated at your own body. You ask your dear brother to bring back “dolls” for you to play with when he’s working. You’re both artists; While he’s a licensed Entomologist, you’re a master seamstress. He creates masterpieces with his collection of insects while you create beautiful garments for your victims. Asa steals jewelry from houses for your personal use. Sometimes you use parts from different bodies to mix and match in order to create the “perfect woman”: What you think you’d look like as an adult had you been able to grow normally. After you sew the body parts together, Asa preserves your work through embalming and puts it in the hotel.

Other times, you ask Asa to bring back beautiful women alive. These women are abducted by your brother and then paralyzed due to being heavily sedated with drugs through an IV. They’re conscious but cannot move or speak. You wash them, tend to their wounds, dress them up in clothing you made, and do their hair and makeup. You pose them however you want and talk to them like they’re your friends. You care for them until you either grow bored or they inevitably die from the drugs. Asa disposes of them or moves them to his hotel for his own artwork. As fucked up as it is, you and Asa truly love each other as siblings should. You do what you can to protect and care for each other and keep yourselves safe and under the radar.

14. Doctors were able to save Jesse’s baby by performing a post-mortem C-section after his wife killed herself. But knowing what kind of man he is and the gruesome details about the heinous crimes he’s committed, they falsely reported that you died in the womb along with your mother so that Jesse wouldn’t think to come after you and you could have a chance at a normal life. You were adopted by a new family and live under a new name, but sooner or later Jesse finds out one way or another that his child is out there somewhere, alive. He’s livid at this deception. He’s gonna make the people who faked your death and kept you away from him all these years wish they had never been born. Death is too merciful when there are many a worse fate he can arrange. He may even kill your adoptive parents just to eliminate all obstacles that would potentially get in the way of him taking you back. Either way, he’s going to kidnap you. It’s inevitable.

He’s your father and he loves you, even if he shows it in strange or scary ways since he can’t talk and is often surrounded by blood, gore, and death (Remember how he used a creepy Text-To-Speech program with his victims’ voice recordings on his phone and patted Princess’s head with his knife? Yeah. It’d be like that). When the time is right, he may even show you his face and tell you the story of what happened to him. When he heard the tragic news from Spann, he mourned for you rather than for his wife. While she was a means to an end to keep up a cover, he wanted more than anything to have a child of his bloodline to carry on his legacy. He never loved her, but he always loved you from the minute his wife told him she was pregnant. Once he has you back, he’s going to call you by the name he would’ve given you. The name your adoptive parents gave you is wrong. Your past life is dead. You always have been and always will be a Cromeans.

He’s filthy rich so he’ll spoil you and give you practically anything that your heart desires. But he’ll keep you under close watch and heavily guarded. Every room in the massive and luxurious mansion you live in has security cameras monitoring your every step. You feel like a bird in a gilded cage. Of course you can go outside and go anywhere you want! A trusted employee just has to drive and accompany you everywhere you want to go. Doesn’t matter if you’re old enough to drive and have a license or not. He won’t let you escape. He’s missed out on so much and he wants to get to know everything about you. He wants to mentor you and raise you to be his heir. One day you’ll inherit his “business” when you’re old enough and he either retires or is gone. Everything will be left to you and you’ll want for nothing. He’ll kill anyone who tries to usurp him or steal your rightful inheritance (cough Preston cough). He’s trying his best to be a good father, but given his line of work, well, it’s…complicated.

15. You and the slasher of your choosing love to make snuff films/sex tapes. You kill your victims in creative ways because you’re not just committing murder, you’re making ✨art✨. You do all sorts of weird stuff with your “subjects” (use your imagination) and then have sex in their large blood puddles while they bleed out and/or next to their freshly deceased bodies. You film it all on tape. You and your slasher are smart and resourceful so that the tapes can never be traced back to you or fall into the wrong hands and get exposed to the wrong people. You use voice modulators, never show your faces, etc. You’re both sick and twisted, but you aren’t incompetent or stupid to incriminate yourselves. You could send your tapes directly to the police and they’d never find you. That’s how experienced and skilled you both are.

16. Near Dark and House of Wax Crossover ideas: Your older brother, Severen, made the stipulation that he wouldn’t join the clan unless he could bring you with him and turn you when you became an adult. You were still a child or teenager at the time and were his responsibility in your human life. You’re the only person in his family that he ever loved and he practically raised you (for better or worse). While you were still human, the clan would use you as a lure to fish for victims or to run errands for them during the day. Severen taught you how to defend yourself and gave you a trusty weapon to carry with you in case of trouble since he couldn’t be with you during daylight. In your vampire life, Severen’s love for you remains the same. Your brother can be cruel, violent, aggressive, and sadistic. But as your vampire sire, he taught you how to use your beauty and charm to seduce your victims. He emphasized the importance of never showing hesitation about killing. He and you make a chaotic duo. You hot-wire cars to go on high speed joyrides and eat the cops that try to pull you over, commit arson and theft, etc. You put on ✨performances✨ whenever you murder. It’s not enough to just kill. Yawn! That’s boring. You and Severen have to dress up and play a role. You have to make up a character or story. Or walk over a bar counter and slit throats with your boot spurs, etc.

Your road trips with your clan land you in Ambrose where you meet the Sinclair brothers. You really like them, especially Bo. He’s handsome, charming - A dangerous yet cunning murderer. Just like his brothers. All three of them put on stunning performances! Lester gives lost folks a ride into town, Bo sabotages their cars while they sleep then plays the part of a friendly mechanic, and Vincent silently lurks and slinks in the shadows. The brothers work together to murder their victims and put their embalmed bodies on display in the wax museum. Sometimes their victims are still alive while paralyzed in wax and posed. How avant-garde!

You spend most of your time with Bo during your stay and Severen hates that. He hates any human who has the audacity to flirt with or try to seduce his baby sister. It’s always been you and him for over a century! He doesn’t like that Bo is butting in and taking up your attention and time. He once saw you and Bo turn up the music in the garage and go downstairs to some secret room. He knew what you and Bo were doing down there and nearly blew a gasket. It took every last bit of self restraint for him to not barge in there and rip Bo’s head off from his shoulders and gorge on his blood. He had to leave and go out hunting to calm down.

Severen loves you, so he’ll begrudgingly tolerate Bo but his patience has always been thin. You may have to turn Bo and take him as your companion if you want him to live. If Bo isn’t your mate, your brother will probably snap and cut off his face or kill him in the most horrific way he can think of. The only thing stopping him right now is you, since you seem happy with Bo and are in love with him. (Don’t worry, Bo and Severen will warm up to each other and become best friends eventually. They’re very much alike.) Even if you have to turn Lester and Vincent and bring them along to get Bo to agree to your terms of joining the clan, that’s no problem. They’d be useful with their talents and welcome additions.

OR

You’re the youngest Sinclair and only daughter, so your elder brothers are very overprotective and almost smothering in how much they love and look after you. (Maybe you were born kind of sickly and that chronic sickness has been with you all throughout your life, even as an adult.) They practically raised you since Trudy and Victor were absent or neglectful even when they were alive. It was always one of your brothers who had to watch over you to make sure you didn’t run too far away when playing outside. They were your playmates and kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt or kidnapped. If you did get sick or hurt, they took care of you and made sure you had the right medicine and everything you needed.

Bo killed your father to protect you when the doctor went mad after Trudy’s death and tried to “fix you” with his heinous medical experiments. You would’ve been killed if your eldest brother hadn’t acted and shot Victor with his own shotgun. When he and Vincent were old enough, they pulled you and Lester out of foster care and brought you back home to Ambrose. You’re an adult now, and shit goes down when Severen and his clan just randomly drop in unannounced at Ambrose. Lester didn’t drive them in. Who are these punks? The cowboy vampire seems drawn to you and is stuck to your side like glue from the moment he meets you, always incredibly flirty and charming. Your brothers probably don’t like that but what can they do against a vampire clan? What can they do against a vampire who’s found his mate and it just so happens to be their baby sister? That’s right, nothing!

Severen hates that you’re hurting and suffering from your chronic illness. The medication you have to take and strict routine you live by daily seems like a lot just to remain somewhat functioning. He’s disappointed whenever your brothers interrupt your time together and take you back to the house to rest because your illness is worsening. The creep that he is, he may climb through your bedroom window to watch over you while you sleep just in case you need something while your brothers are busy murdering people. He’ll want to turn you sooner rather than later so that your illness dies off with your human self. The transformation is painful and difficult, but you’ll become not only stronger and faster, but also incredibly hotter. You’re hot now, so imagine how sexy you’ll be as a vampire!

But your brothers can be stubborn and will need lots of convincing first. Of course they’d love it if you were healthy! if vampirism can truly expel the illness from your body and it’s what you want, they won’t stop you from making that choice. But they’re not just gonna give you away to some vampire as if you’re property, even if he is your “mate”. Something this serious calls for a good ol’ sit down with the entire clan at the kitchen table. Good thing the vampires have all night, because this discussion is gonna take hours. Your brothers are gonna pull an all nighter while they interrogate the vampires and set down some ground rules. Severen would do anything to have you, even if it meant turning all of your brothers into vampires. They’re your family too, so If you want them to join the clan and they agree to being turned, he’ll welcome new members in without complaint for once.

[theflyindutchwoman]

@chenfordsource’s countdown post last night had me in my feels and you know what that means lovey? I put you in feels 😂

Can we talk about the fact that Timothy “IDK what to get Rachel we’ve only been dating for a few months I don’t need to get her a gift” Bradford went to A FUCKING JEWELRY STORE for Lucy! His GF of only a few months

And by the looks of the box the necklace was in, it was a fancy place. That is a solid real gold necklace he got his/our girl. He didn’t fuck around.

Like the image of him perusing the store and looking at every display and case trying to find the perfect necklace for Lucy 😭 be still my heart. I am weak.

He’s so fucking in love with her. I can’t handle it.

And let’s not even talk about how gently and reverently he puts it on her 😭

I am deceased.

But seriously I can not get over the image of him shopping for her.

Just know that I'm preparing my revenge for that one, Bestie 😁😏

To be fair, he had only been dating Rachel for a few weeks and barely knew her (he wasn't even aware it was her birthday until Lucy showed up). But yep… The fact that he wasn't planning to get her a gift until he saw Lucy judging him always sends me. He was seriously more afraid of disappointing her than his own girlfriend.

Anyway. Let's talk about Timothy 'i love Lucy' Bradford who decided to buy her a necklace after only a few months. And thank you for that image of him perusing the store (or stores?) by the way… I apparently hadn't caught enough feels already. Cos now I'm wondering if he went to the jewellery store specifically for that or was he there to take a look at another type of jewellery (👀) and just happened to find the necklace?

Seriously though… He really didn't fuck around. He found the perfect necklace for her, that looks a lot like the dainty ones she has… And that's the other part that kills me : he clearly knows her taste. Either he took a peek at her jewellery collection when she wasn't looking… Or he actually paid attention to what she was wearing all along. Cos those dainty necklaces I just mentioned? We haven't seen her wear them since s2. That's dedication, right there. I also love how he's bouncing on his feet when he gives her his gift. This is such a Lucy thing, not a Tim thing… But it is so cute how excited he was to surprise her.

And yes. Let's not talk about how reverently he puts the necklace on her, with his hand lingering on her… Or how Lucy has been wearing it constantly ever since. I still need to function like a proper adult for a few more hours (or maintain the illusion)...

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Do you have any headcans for the FNF hypno's lullaby v2 mod?

Oh like general hcs? That I can do!

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All the Pokepastas live in their respective cartridges (with the ability to go outside them ofc), owned by the Merchant (who collects creepy stuff in general for a living, selling it to whoever wants it).

He doesn't like them and they don't like him (but he's got a soft spot for DISABLED, pitying her).

The Pokepastas have their own table at the Pasta Bar. Steven, Glitchy Red, Gold, Hypno, and Shinto are regulars there, while the others will only visit if invited.

If Glitchy Red and Dead Red (Frostbite) ever met, Glitchy would just take one look at him and call him "weak" for failing to uphold his title and letting his Pokémon die. But it’s really just him projecting.

Blake and Gold are two separate people, considered as twin brothers who definitely bond over their traumatic experiences on Mt. Silver.

The Unowns don’t torment Gold like they used to, but they will spell out swear words or silly stuff to make him panic.

Purin and DISABLED are besties. No argument here.

The Ponyta from Amusia has a jumpy personality and Hell Bell takes full advantage of this by ringing loudly when Ponyta least expects it. He’s a mean little shit.

DISABLED is naturally drawn to people/Pokémon singing and demands their SING, but can’t really do much beyond that. If she could, though, she’d probably use CUT on their throats.

Hypno has a small altar/tribute dedicated to Alexis in his cavern, one that very few others have seen. He takes stuff from kidnapped trainers and puts them to honor his deceased one.

BF, GF, and Pico only got into the mess with Hypno/Gold/etc. bc they were all playing Pokémon Go so late at night.

[amtrak12]

To anyone who has been watching me flail and gnash my teeth over the past year as I write a monstrously long fanfic and maybe thought to themselves, ‘Damn, should I watch Lucifer so I know what she’s talking about?’

My answer is, NO! Bestie, I cannot, with a clear conscience, recommend the TV show Lucifer to anyone who knows me here on Tumblr. Now, if you want to learn how to utilize parallels in story telling? Then, absolutely! Lucifer is a MASTERCLASS in utilizing parallels, both visually and narratively. A++

But otherwise, you will have to do your own soul-searching and research to decide if Lucifer is worth your time. Because if I recommend Lucifer to you, then you’re going to start with episode 1 like a normal person and then you’re going to hate me because IT’S GARBAGE!

Oh, but Amber, all pilots are rough. I can just stick with it. — No, you misunderstand me. The pilot is FANTASTIC. It’s HYSTERICAL. But only if you know how the series ends. If this is your first introduction to the characters? It’s awful! I don’t know how anyone ever watched any part of S1 (except maybe the finale because the kidnapped child trope is chef’s kiss) and thought “OMG yes please, more of this”.

And I know what you’re going to say: Parks and Recreation. BUT THIS IS NOT THE SAME THING! You can absolutely skip S1 of Parks and Rec and never, ever go back and watch it, and you would be fine. You wouldn’t miss a goddamn thing.

You absolutely have to watch S1 of Lucifer. This is not a case of ‘oh the writers haven’t figured out these characters yet’. NOPE! This is 100% who these characters are at the start of their journey together. It’s crucial to understanding and appreciating their full character arcs. But it’s the start of their journey together and if they’re not a jackass (Lucifer, Dan) or sex-crazed* (Linda, babe WHAT was that), then they’re boring (Amenadiel and YEAH I’LL SAY IT Chloe^). Yes, Maze is hot, and toothless, 7 year old Trixie can do no wrong (bless that child) — BUT YOU CAN’T STICK WITH A SHOW FOR TWO CHARACTERS WHO ARE BARELY IN IT!+

[* — I don’t want to slut-shame. I am merely too aspec to relate. Also for a show about the Devil with a queer protagonist and more than one queer supporting character, Lucifer is WAY too Het (tm), but especially in S1]

[^ — Credit where credit is due: Chloe’s backstory of being a child actress who did a nude scene in a movie when she was 19 is FASCINATING. I love it because it is soooo outside of my comfort zone. I never in a million years would’ve made a character with that backstory, and for that reason, I love it.]

[+ — Watching a show for a character who’s barely in it is exactly something I’ve done in the past. It’s probably something we’ve all done at one time or another, but it’s not a sustainable business model for production companies, okay? You can’t always rely on the gays to do the work for you!]

You know what you get out of S1 if you wait to watch it last? (with spoilers — but honestly, it makes the show better. That’s my entire point in this post!)

Shouting at your screen 8.5 minutes in when the writers telegraph the end game goal of the show

General questioning where all the blue tones came from o_O (They liked ~filters~ in S1)

Having your mind goddamn BLOWN when you learn Chloe and Dan were still actually married at the start of the show. Like, WHAT?! No, I’m sorry… WHAT?!!

The horror that you were always going to feel now mixed with hysterical laughter as Linda is WAY too horny and WAY too susceptible to Lucifer’s desire power

“Did my father send you?” — DYING! DEAD! DECEASED!

Absolutely not being able to take Amenadiel seriously even for a second. Everytime you look up at his stony expression, you fall out of your chair laughing all over again

[^Amenadiel, I'm so sorry, but this does not intimidate me. I know you too well now.]

AND THAT’S JUST THE PILOT! You keep watching and you get to see Maze meet little Trixie for the first time (adorbs <3). You get to watch Maze meet Dan for the first time and IT’S SO GODDAMN FUCKING FUNNY I AM NOT EVEN JOKING! Like, if you can make it that far into the show by watching from the beginning, then it’s still funny. But TRUST ME! It’s way better once you know they’re besties and have seen Maze sob over an N*Sync shirt. I’M CRACKING UP JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!

You also get to watch Lucifer’s struggle with mortality/vulnerability already knowing how it works (already knowing how all of his powers work). Chloe says, “Oh, I want to shoot you so bad.” And you’re shouting YES, PLEASE! DO IT! DO IT! And it’s not because you’re hate-watching the show, it’s because you know he’ll bleed when she does and LUCIFER DOESN’T KNOW THAT YET! Malcolm’s about to shoot him episodes later and you’re yelling again DO IT! DO IT!!!! Because Chloe’s no where around this time and Lucifer won’t bleed but he doesn’t know that either! (And then you groan in disappointment when Malcolm walks away without shooting — and then you cheer when two seconds later the villain of the episode shows up and shoots Lucifer instead! \0/ It’s SO satisfying!)

What I’m saying is, Season 1 is incredible… but only if you add dramatic irony to it. If you’re as clueless as the characters? Then, god help you, because I wouldn’t have made it past Linda jumping Lucifer’s bones in her office during the pilot. I just wouldn’t have.

Further caveats:

If you want to watch solely for Maze/Eve — DON’T! My girl Eve is barely in the show after her S4 introduction, and she’s dating Lucifer for the majority of that season. Like Maze/Eve are incredible and perfect and integral to Maze’s overall character arc. You get to see them get married and they have such gems like “You broke my heart” / “Really? :D That’s awesome!” and “I don’t care if you die.” / “:’) That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” — LIKE BABES, THEY’RE GORGEOUS! I just wouldn’t watch 6 seasons of a show for like 1.5 seasons total of B-storyline content. I don’t think that’s really worth it but your scales may differ.

Now if you want to watch solely for Tricia Helfer…. FAIR! THAT’S FAIR! I’m pretty sure she’s what got me sucked in. Technically, that’s probably not worth it either because she’s only a regular for S2 and 3 and then guest stars in a couple of S5b episodes — but then again, IMDB confirms she was in 47 of the 93 episodes while Eve was only in 14 (FOURTEEN??? :O What do you mean?? Wasn’t she in like most of S4????? JFC no wonder it seems like she’s never around T_T) So yeah, Tricia Helfer might be worth it! She’s fabulous as both Lucifer’s mom and as Charlotte Richards! Love her!

Season 3 is both the longest and the WORST season no matter when you watch it. Unless you have some deep-seated nostalgia for Smallville, you’re going to be miserable during this season and there’s absolutely no way I can make it better for you. I am so sorry. It’s horribly paced. It has a narratively useful characterization backslide with NO TRIGGER POINT so it therefore doesn’t actually flow with the narrative after all. It has too many filler episodes which for this show, does actually ruin the pacing, and includes two miscellaneous episodes that have nothing to do with anything slotted AFTER a very massive, huge finale cliffhanger! (WHY???? @ Fox execs, PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!!!) They completely fucked up the character foil I assume they were intending because there’s no way you intended that to be a face value parallel. I refuse to accept that. And that’s before whatever the fuck their goal was with the Chloe/Pierce romance. IT WAS SO BADLY DONE IT MAKES ME RAGE!

But also we got Chloe and Linda drunkenly taking over Lucifer’s penthouse when he was out of town, and the finale scene of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings as they’re getting shot at which makes me FERAL, so it’s not all bad.

Speaking of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings, I might have an unexplored obsession with angels that is clouding my judgement of this show. :S Okay, years ago I read a Supercat AU where Kara was the devil and I was enthralled but anything else I found featuring angels just wasn’t the vibe. And then I found Lucifer and got hooked. So IDK! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kmomof4]

A Mistress to No One  A Birthday Fic for hollyethecurious

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOLLYE!!!!

Today is the birthday of the other of my besties, @hollyethecurious​!!! Benedict is her favorite of the Bridgerton siblings, so to celebrate the day of her birth, I decided to write her a CS fic inspired by his story. I so hope you have a fabulous day and that you enjoy this fic, babe! It’s certainly been a long time coming! Love you to the moon and back again!!!!

All the love and thanks to @jrob64​ and @zaharadessert​ for their betaing expertise, and all the brainstorming sessions they had to endure when I got stuck. Which was a lot... Also boatloads of internet hugs to @motherkatereloyshipper​ for her manips I used in the artwork. Thank you all so much, ladies!!!

The fic is not completely written yet, and it currently stands at a Prologue, Pt. 1 which includes Chs 1-3, and Pt. 2 which includes Chs. 4-8. I’m expecting there to be one or two more chapters, for a total of nine or ten chapters plus the prologue. I’ll be posting this one a little differently. Ch.1 will be posting this Wednesday, Jan. 25, with ch2 posting next Sunday, Jan. 29. From there, chs will be posting weekly.

I so hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary: Bastard Emma Swan enjoys one night of pure magic and romance in the midst of a life of drudgery and abuse- attending a masquerade ball and meeting aristocrat Killian Jones. 

Two years later, the same man she met on the best night of her life reappears, saving her from a dire fate in the process.

Now, she must keep herself from falling in love with a man she can never have. But when that proves impossible, is there any hope for a happy ending between two people from such vastly different worlds?

Rating: M (smut)

Words: Almost 1900

Tags: Birthday Fic, Inspired by Benedict’s Story in Bridgerton, Smut

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Emma Swan was a bastard.

And what was worse, everyone knew she was a bastard, not just Emma herself. Fortunately, everyone at Spencer Hall loved Emma and had since she was a little girl when she arrived on the doorstep one dark and stormy November midnight.

George Spencer, the Earl of Glowerhaven, was in residence and had briefly scanned the correspondence stuffed into the pocket of the too large coat Emma wore. After tossing it in the fireplace, he stood and watched the fire lick at the edges of the missive, then turned to the housekeeper and ordered a room made up for the child near the nursery of the country estate. There she had remained ever since.

She’d been introduced to the staff of Spencer Hall the next day as the Earl’s ward, the orphaned daughter of an old friend. Nevermind that the resemblance she bore to the Earl’s sister and deceased mother was too great to be ignored. But ignored it was, as none of the staff of Spencer Hall wanted to risk their livelihoods by speaking of it.

Emma didn’t remember much of her life before coming to live at Spencer Hall, but she did remember the woman who carried her to the front door of the manor telling her that she was going to live with her father now. The look on the Earl’s face when his eyes met hers told her the truth. A truth that, at the age of five, she was too young to really understand, but had been made clear to her as the years rolled on. He called her Emma, she called him ‘My Lord’, and she only saw him a few times a year when he returned home from London. He asked about her lessons once she was old enough for school and she did her best to make him proud of her. The arrangement pleased everyone.

Until the Earl decided to marry.

Emma was pleased with the news, because along with it came the revelation that the Earl planned to spend more time at Spencer Hall now that he was a family man. Besides that, the new Countess had two daughters, very nearly the same age as Emma herself. She couldn’t help but hope that with him spending more time at Spencer Hall with his new wife and daughters, he’d treat her more like a daughter and they could truly be a family.

The day finally came when the Earl would arrive home with his new wife, and Emma was beside herself. She stood on the other side of the foyer from where all the servants were lined up to meet the new mistress of the house, rather at a loss of what to do with herself.

If she were truly a ward of the Earl, she’d be near the front of the line awaiting to be introduced to the new Countess. As it was, however, the Earl didn’t even notice she was there until she cleared her throat a second time, a little more loudly than the first, after everyone else had been introduced.

“Emma,” the Earl said, surprise lacing his tone. “I didn’t see you there.”

Emma smiled widely and curtsied, thrilled that he wasn’t purposely ignoring her.

“And who is this?” a sickly sweet voice asked. The Earl turned to his new wife and Emma caught her breath. She was beautiful. Chestnut hair with highlights of red framed a narrow face. Dark brown eyes took Emma in from head to toe before narrowing as the Earl introduced her.

“This is my ward, Miss Emma Swan,” he said. The new Countess’ eyes narrowed even more as she speared Emma with a perceptive, assessing look.

“I see,” she said. She took the hands of the two girls on either side of her, and turned back to the Earl. “I’d like to go upstairs now, please. I assume you have rooms ready for Zelena and Regina?”

“Of course, my dear,” the Earl assured her. “Near the nursery, right next to Emma.”

The new Countess sniffed with disdain, as she again looked at Emma. Not wanting to meet that penetrating gaze, Emma looked at the two girls on either side of the new Countess. One was taller than the other, she must be the older one, Emma thought, and was very thin like the Countess. Her hair was a wild mass of red curls that reminded Emma of the setting sun. The girl took her cue from her mother and looked down the bridge of her narrow nose at Emma without saying a word. The other girl wasn’t as thin as the first, and had dark brown, almost black, straight hair, coming down below her shoulders. Her dark eyes held indecision as she looked first at her mother and then back at Emma. Emma offered her a tentative smile, but the girl only looked down at her feet, not meeting Emma’s eyes.

The new Countess swept away up the stairs of the manor, taking her daughters and the Earl with her. Emma did her best to hide the tears that filled her eyes.

~*~*~

The next morning, Emma had been at her lessons for an hour when the new Countess and her daughters entered the nursery. The governess, Johanna, jumped quickly to her feet and curtsied.

The new Countess sniffed with disdain when she spotted Emma, then took in the governess. Emma didn’t smile at the daughters this time. It seemed like it wasn’t a good time to repeat the previous day's gesture.

“Johanna?”

“Yes, My Lady,” she replied, curtsying again and not looking the imperious woman in the face.

“I understand from the Earl that you are to teach my daughters.”

“I will do my best, My Lady.”

“This is Zelena,” she said, motioning the red head forward. “She is twelve.” She then motioned to her other daughter who hadn’t raised her eyes from the floor. “And this is Regina. She is ten.”

“Emma is also ten,” Johanna volunteered. The new Countess seemed put out to be reminded of Emma’s presence and huffed indignantly.

“I’d like you to show my daughters around the house and gardens,” she said.

“Of course. Emma, put down your slate and…”

“Just my daughters,” the Countess interrupted. Johanna’s mouth dropped open in astonishment, but she snapped it shut just as quickly.

“Yes, My Lady,” she murmured.

As soon as the door shut behind Johanna and the girls, the Countess turned to Emma, pure hatred blazing in her eyes.

“I know who you are,” she hissed.

“M-my Lady?”

“You’re his bastard and don’t you deny it.”

Emma didn’t say a word. Of course, she knew it was true, but it was the first time anyone had spoken of it to her face. The Countess grabbed her by the chin and turned her face this way and that. Emma struggled to hold in the whimpers caused by the pain of the woman’s fingernails digging into her face.

“Now you listen to me,” the Countess growled. “You might live here at Spencer Hall and you might take lessons with my daughters, but you are nothing but a bastard and that is all you will ever be. Don’t you ever think that you belong to this family. You are not to speak to my daughters except during lessons. They are the daughters of this house, and they shouldn’t have to be burdened with the likes of you.” The sneer on her face and contempt in her voice was enough to bring tears to Emma’s eyes. “You are not ever to speak to me and you will endeavor to never be in my presence. My husband feels some misguided duty to you, but you are an insult to me and to my daughters. To have you in my house, fed and clothed as if you were one of us.” She looked down her nose at Emma, the venom in her gaze turning Emma’s blood to ice. “Do you have any questions?”

Emma wasn’t fool enough to believe the question was sincere, so she silently shook her head.

“Good.” The Countess spun away from her, her skirts flaring, and walked out the door.

~*~*~

It wasn’t long before Emma became even more aware of her precarious position in the Earl’s household. The servants knew everything and the gossip eventually reached Emma’s ears.

The Countess’ name was Cora and she had demanded the very day she’d arrived at Spencer Hall that Emma be removed. The Earl had refused. He informed his new bride that she didn’t have to love Emma, or even like her for that matter, but that he had an obligation to her that he’d met for the last five years and he wasn’t going to stop now.

Zelena followed her mother’s example to the letter in her dealings with Emma, but Regina had a kind heart that wouldn’t allow her to participate in the level of torture and cruelty that Zelena seemed to relish subjecting Emma to. And while Regina didn’t speak up or stop Zelena in her mistreatment of Emma, when the younger girls were unsupervised, Regina was surprisingly kind to her.

“Your parents not being married isn’t your fault,” she said with a shrug. “And I see no reason to treat you so badly.” Unfortunately, Regina’s fear of her sister and mother kept those sentiments and any actions that might confirm them solely between the two of them.

Life continued in this way for the next five years, when one afternoon during tea, the Earl clutched at his chest and fell over, dead before he hit the ground.

No one was more surprised than Cora, who’d been trying since their wedding night to conceive the all-important heir.

“I might be with child,” she all but screeched at the solicitor. “You can’t give the title to some distant cousin when I might be with child!”

And so the reading of the Earl’s will was delayed until they could be quite certain whether the Countess was with child or not.

A month on, it was verified she was not, to the Countess’ enraged dismay.

When the will was finally read, Cora had been forced to sit next to the new Earl, a rather dissolute young man who was drunk more often than not. The will itself was fairly straight forward. The Earl had established funds for Zelena, Regina, and even Emma, ensuring they all had respectable dowries.

Then the solicitor came to Cora’s name.

To my wife, Cora Spencer, Countess of Spencer Hall, I leave a yearly income of two-thousand pounds…

“That’s all?” Cora cried indignantly.

... unless she agrees to house and care for my ward, Miss Emma Swan, until she reaches the age of twenty, in which case, her yearly income shall be trebled to six-thousand pounds.

“I don’t want her,” the Countess bit out.

“You don’t have to take her,” the solicitor reminded her.

“And live on two-thousand pounds a year? Are you mad?” The solicitor, who lived on much less than two thousand pounds a year, remained silent and tried not to roll his eyes.

“What is your decision?” he asked.

Cora stood with as much dignity as she could muster. “Fine, I’ll take her,” she replied, teeth clenched in anger.

“Shall I find the girl and tell her?”

“I’ll tell her myself.”

But when Cora spoke with Emma, she left out some important details…

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing! Happy birthday, Hollye! Part 1: Ch. 1 will post Wednesday!

[kitty35]

More Jujutsu Kaisen Headcannons!!

Gojo has a thing for pain 🙂 it excites him and gets his blood pumping. This used to be for fights but now it’s just in general

Going off the last one, Gojo sometimes turns off his infinity if one of his students or friends throws something at him so he can feel it hit him(not in a sexual way. He literally just enjoys feeling pain the way someone likes soft fabrics)

While Nobara likes looking and acting cute, she is much more comfortable in masculine clothes

Even if Yuta loves Rika in a romantic way(which is weird if he still does btw), Rika doesn’t love him in that way anymore. She loves him in a protective way. A way that would always keep him safe and happy, even if he gets into a new relationship.

Going off that last one, Yuta doesn’t romantically love Rika anymore. They’re just besties(and I think like a glorified closet after her curse was broken or something, but I don’t fully remember lol)

I like to believe that Toji is actually very loyal to his new wife

Going back to Yutas voice, I think he sounds like Shinra from Fire Force in the dub. Idk, that’s just how I’ve always read him as

The only reason Tojis hair doesn’t stick up like Megumi is cause it’s greasy af. Toji rarely showers and it’s only when his wife

Forces him that he does(but he manages to not smell despite rarely showering)

The only reason Yuta would date again is to prove to himself that he can protect someone the way he failed to protect Rika, not because he actually loves the other person(tho he probably wouldn’t be aware of that)

Popular headcannon but Maki is a lesbian and Nobara is bi

Gojo gets his sheets pressed so there aren’t any wrinkles in them

Toji sounds like Corpse Husband :)

Idk if this is a headcannon or actual cannon but twins don’t exist in JJK and are a single person who was cursed and split into two, one having physical strength and the other having cursed abilities. When one dies, the other becomes whole, gaining the abilities and strengths of the deceased twin

Gojo has cold hands

Megumi has sweaty hands

Yuta naturally runs hot to the touch

Outside of battles/fights, Choso is…slow to react to put it nicely. His brain physically doesn’t process things fast. Despite this, his body reacts fast

Geto smells amazing, like good/classic old spice

Geto after he died and his body was taken over by a curse smells like trash(yes I’m salty about his body being used like that)

Yuta has a cute button nose :)

Despite Gojo being supper cocky, I think he is actually very nervous when it comes to intimate relationships. He is very scared that they are going to leave him for someone else or that they will end up hating him because that is all he experienced for a long time

Gojo hates it but certain(genuine) emotions make him cry very easily. Happiness, nervousness, anxiety, things like that

Gojo also doesn’t really know what emotions trigger his tears so he tries to stay very neutral or fake it

Choso smells like the newer old spice scents

Reverse curse technique usually uses both peoples cursed energy when healing someone but there can be times where all the cursed energy is supplied from one person, it’s just a lot more draining on said person

Choso has a line tattoo on his hand and boxes on all other knuckles, example below

Y’all, I know it looks soft and nice but I bet all my money that Geto’s hair is crusty and dry as fuck with split ends on every strand. I’m sorry but you can’t convince me that he takes care of it

Cursed technique is based on/formed from one’s personality

Gojo is dyslexic

There were moments in Megumis childhood where he matched Gojos energy. Gojo has been trying to get that to happen again but ever since Gumi hit like 12, it just hasn’t happened

Gojos glasses are painted black so it’s kinda like a blindfold

Gojo is actually really in tune with other peoples emotions despite not understanding his own

Gojo probably came out as Bi or pan or something but no one believed him. They all think when they see him flirt with anyone other then a woman that he’s “commiting to the bit”

[letitrainathousandflames]

Did the bathroom stall person STAY a stranger?

N-S-F-W and definitely TMI content ahead lmao:

He did, the poor fellow! Here's some backstory to explain how on earth my shy-as-hell dumbass worked the courage to have some bathroom stall shenanigans:

So I started dating this classmate in highschool, (the one I often refer to as "the deceased" bc he's dead to me) and he was a major asshole. Emotionally abusive, controlling, made me feel bad about literally every single thing I enjoyed, especially writing fanfiction and not being a boring piece of shit like he was.

Welp! I spent like a decade with this bastard bc he was a classic abusive dickhead who pushed my friends away and I couldn't see that he was a major asshole until I started therapy. When I was 26 my therapist, clever lady she was, knew I was suffering but also v attached to him still, so she suggested us to "take a break". Not breaking up, just take a break, for one month, and reevaluate the relationship.

I spent a long time moping over him but my bestie said "wait does that mean I can finally take you clubbing?" and I proceeded to have an absolute blast dancing and having fun with her!

The second time we went clubbing, it was a star wars themed party! I went as a cute padmé amidala, and spent the night dancing and watching snippets of SW movies that played on the big screens, explaining to my very confused bff who's never watched a star war in her life why I was attracted to the angry looking alien with horns and red skin w/ black tattoos - darth maul. She remained confused.

(Fun fact, I'm autistic and loud environments make me literally sick, but I think I needed this freedom so badly my brain let me have these moments for once. Now I literally cannot enter a club. Anyway.)

While we're dancing, a handsome clone-trooper looking type walked past us and I think I gave him such an eye-fucking of a look that he made a beeline to me and took me to dance (I gave a thumbs-up to my bff bc she is v protective and will push creepy dudes away from me, bless her).

Then we started kissing and fooling around in a corner, and the guy invited me over to his place.

(here's the thing, my ex literally acted like sex was a chore. I repeatedly, gently asked him whether he was asexual, promising to be okay with it if it was the case but he swore he wasnt which. made me feel like I was very unappealing and did a number on my self-esteem. Oof.)

So I was pent up as hell and desperate for a fuck, especially a fuck with an enthusiastic guy for once in my life. On the other hand, girls that go with strangers to their place might be raped or killed. So when I said no, the guy suggested we fucked in the bathroom.

Now, that wouldn't be proper ladylike behavior, i reasoned with myself, while fully cupping the guy's groin with my hand. So I said a very unconvincing no, and the guy asked if I was sure, and I said "we might be caught", and he said "not if we're quiet"

...and goddamnit I was so damn horny and I can't even blame it on being drunk bc I don't drink alcohol out bc it makes me sleepy. This was 100% horny brain in charge and I was the one to actually pull the guy into the bathroom with me.

(We're gonna fade to black here bc I'm not willing to share those details here, but I can point out the funny bits):

there wasn't enough room in that bathroom stall for someone to pee comfortably, much less for two people to squeeze in and do the horizontal vertical tango

if you ever wanna do that, do that early in the night, not after dancing for hours because your knees will want to buckle the entire time and that's not hot

be smart and have condoms in your bag. wrap it up, folks. it's the 21st century and everyone who's sexually active should have their protection regardless of gender or lack thereof <3

the sound of toilets flushing nearby is quite the mood-killer, but if the music drowns out most of it, one can make it work

do not laugh when your very worried friend who's been looking for you all night calls out your name in the bathroom, trying to find you

Tell her you'll be right out and try to wriggle out of the arms of the dude who seems to have fallen in love with you or something.

Thank you for the fun times, catch his phone number or contact info of any kind

loudly announce you and the friend are both leaving to give the poor fella hidden in a stall in the lady's bathroom a window of time to escape unseen

forget you had his contact info for three months bc you are ADHD, aaand now it's too awkward to send a text of 'hey its bathroom stall girl, how's it going?'

[uncaught-coolfish]

I loved chapter 5 of ur fanfic, but I was wondering if u could explann the big monologue at the end? It had so much I worry I missed bits of it

GLADLY BESTIE. Strap up we’re going step by step

So I wanna start off at this little section before the big meaty monologue because it’s just as important.

For context: the group Sienna had been in had stumbled across traffickers attempting to smuggle kidnapped Faunus presumably into slavery. The scene which ensued would end with Adam, while being attacked by a particularly important human man, killing his man.

Afterwards he goes into complete shock. Even when Ghira kind of crowds over him Adam could not speak even if he forced himself to, it was like some inner pain keeping him from verbalizing such a situation.

Obviously I wanted this scene to seem a lot more “spastic” than in the og short. Obviously just in regards to the tone of this fic in general, but I digress. Sienna steps in.

See the emphasis put on “your boy”? The emphasis SIENNA puts on such a phrase? Yeah, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: Sienna projects hard onto Adam, particularly projecting onto him her ideal version of who her deceased son, Arun, would grow up to be. This will turn out to be not that good of a thing very soon.

Two chapters, in fact

Anyways. Onto the monologue stuff. Or, back to it whatever. “As we grew peacefully ignorant humanity grew smarter” is much less some line about “White Fang’s peaceful methods = not that great!” and moreso putting emphasis on the humanity part. After the war, humanity publicly gave Faunus more rights, but the thing comes with all they did in the dark. Stealing Faunus from Menagerie to be snuggled off into mining camps, placed specifically in the countryside where no one could find them. These things were fucking kept secrets on every level of power, and not a soul ever knew their existence until Sienna liberated one of the SDC’s and exposed their cruelty to the world.

At least… the world that believed it.

This is in reference to the news segment near the end of chapter 3. When she returns to Menagerie after the bombing she sees the news detail the event as Sienna “freeing workers.” In that scene she breaks out into laughter, bluntly stating “They were slaves. I freed slaves.”

However, now, Sienna’s ideology has changed. She acknowledges that a news person is a news person, she does not write the words she is given. She merely speaks them to the world. She perpetuates the cycle, sure, but she is not the key perpetrator.

Plus, as I stated prior, how could the lady have known they were slaves? After the war humanity made it a point that Faunus slavery was completely eradicated, publicly. She was only a cog in a machine being told the wrong inputs. Insert some… fancy shmansy sounding sentence here.

But I also want to look at the first lines of the above paragraph. As selfless as this monologue is, Sienna also demonstrates her own selfishness throughout her words. She frequently brings herself up as though she’s almost become some… divine thing, after freeing all those slaves 2 years prior. Remember in chapter 3, the emphasis on her looking at the explosion of the mines as, “The Great Fire”.

A “bearer of truth”. Then again, what was she chosen as the moment her son, and the last blood family she had left, died?

The Chainbreaker. Arguably the most important figure in Sienna’s own religion. (Whom will be talked about more very soon! There’s fucking… religious worldbuilding in this rvvby fic)

There’s so much going on in Sienna’s mind that I would love to dissect like a little frog, but sadly this is chapter 5, not chapter 7.

Continuing. Skipping the ending of this monologue to get into the juicy bitch herself.

This sentiment is actually both really good in context of the story and really bad in context of the story.

She is right. While she later (and prior?) stated that man very likely was just another down-on-his-luck human employed by the rich for dirty work, he still would’ve kept doing it. Undeniably. Don’t forget; the exchange Adam has with his man almost blatantly proves this man put Rose Taurus into slavery in the first place. Among so many others.

She is completely misinterpreting why Adam did what he did. He didn’t do it for some higher meaning, some knowledge that what he would do might save a lot of people, he did it because he was fucking scared. Such an encounter not only triggering some very very unpleasant memories (which we have not touched upon fully for good reason, chapter 8), but not only the mention of his mother but the comparison between him and her? Adam was terrified and the only thought he had in his mind was to protect himself.

Adding this little bit because I do think it’s important. I want to make it a big statement in this fic early on that, no. Humanity does not fear faunus for [bullshit reason here]. Because is that why many minorities in the real world are oppressed? Probably no.

There is no deeper meaning to bigotry, only excuses the bigots come up with. And I despised how the og show tried to play into the former, so I eradicated it. My Biden Blast

Second image lets get into. Again, Sienna makes it about herself, but she compares herself to Ghira.

Making it about herself part 2 boogaloo but also kind of important. During the 10 years between chapters 1 &2 and chapter 3 Sienna isolated herself completely. She focused entirely on training, which likely allowed her so be so strong in chapter 3 (she slammed one hammerhead into another, hello?).

But she did this, why? Well… I actually can’t say, it’s a spoiler.

Sienna in her mind believes Ghira’s peaceful methods to be nothing more than ignorance. “You look away.” “You blink out.” “You turn away.” Emphasis on the use of sight, eyes, etc etc, which ties in another certain character in this conversation. This will be a bad thing later.

Fucking… just a straight up reference to the Allegory of the Cave, but with the Civil Rights Beam shot at it.

First point with “the hands” is essentially referring to how, if a Faunus under Ghira’s rule one day is “good” enough to where humanity will “free them”, they will step out and see the world their people experience. The cruelty, the agony. All of which they were ignorant of. It will melt their eyes and scorch their body alive.

Second point, is if they are never freed, their story can never be told and they will simply die.

Home stretch. I know this is long as shit but I promise were getting to the best part.

All I’ll say.

Messenger, huh?

Ring a bell?

Ok. We’re here. This is the most important part of the entire monologue.

A lot of things I mention in this monologue I haven’t mentioned prior to it.

I have mentioned the stolen culture. (The city was a bustling, lively place, with beautiful architecture and a diverse group of human people… from a stolen culture, from chapter 2) Livestock, lapdogs. Laugh at their misfortune.

“I have seen thousands, millions of Faunus; starving, weak, diseased— packed into miles upon miles of fence lined land until they barely moved— I have seen my family die in my arms!”

This. This right here.

“Cruel hands of man” will actually be a continuing little leitmotif throughout the story, it’s actually a THING and it’s mildly important. Anyways.

Lots of these words are very extreme for all we’ve seen in the fic thus far. A word like “ravish” in particular, coupled with the imagery of the hands prior. There is a reason for this. Keep this in mind. Chapter 8.

Who are the eyes of the white fang? Adam. He is the face of this organization, for he is the only one who so vehemently tries to hide his.

…Such a thought being projected onto a 17 year old who hides his face for extreme trauma reasons (I.E being leered upon after being permanently blinded at the age of FIVE) is a bag of worms but I digress.

And again. It’s about Sienna. Sienna continues to see Adam as something greater than he is, which can only ever damage their relationship further. Something which will continue to build and build until it’s inevitable breaking point…. Pun intended.

Whew that was long… and probably not a good explanation oh well. Anyways…

I hope Jael and Yonah slept well that night. :)

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

The Pact - Part 9

Sam Winchester x Crowley's!Daughter Reader

Gothic AU

A/N: This is the penultimate chapter of The Pact The song referenced as their "first dance" is Kissing You by Des'ree

Also a HUGE thank you to my bestie @kazosa, if it wasn’t for her, this story wouldn’t exist. She’s helped me with this from the very beginning, so this is just as much her story, as it is mine.

WC: 7.7K

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Standing in front of the Ballroom doors, you, Sam and Dean all shared a look of apprehension. Dean would go through first, then, you and Sam would be announced. Though you were the daughter of The Demon King, Crowley, you had never been allowed to attend any sort of large gathering, much less a celebration of such opulence. The house of the King of Hell was not a joyous place. When he did “entertain” it wasn’t something you had wanted to attend at all. It was dark and demonic, mostly attended by his black-eyed minions and their blood-soaked victims. What King Winchester had put together here was like nothing you had ever seen; the ornate decorations, a collection of musicians playing beautiful music and an array of guests dressed in their best suits and gowns. 

Your wedding to Samuel was so small and intimate, and while it wasn’t something either of you wanted then, at least it wasn’t in the vicious halls of Crowley’s home. This would be your first big occasion as the Lady of the House and it left you feeling unsure if you could actually handle it. Upon entering the Grand Ballroom, you began to feel the weight of it all. Being the wife of Lord Samuel Winchester changed the game completely. Being his wife meant, putting on a public face, waving to the people of Lawrence, and whether you wanted to or not, act as though you were pure and chaste. That’s what the people wanted for the heir to the throne. A Queen that could see them, appreciate them, and acknowledge them with love and grace. 

As the guards each pulled open one of the heavy wooden doors, Dean mumbled under his breath. “Here goes nothing, kids.” He put on his best forced smile, pulled uncomfortably at the collar of his ornate shirt and sauntered into the room, hand up high in a wave, and the people of Lawrence cheered for their hometown hero. King John’s booming voice welcomed his eldest son back home, then turned his attention to you and Sam. Even from the distance between you, you could see the King nearly choke on your name as he announced his youngest son’s entrance. 

“People of Lawrence, please join me in welcoming and celebrating my son, Samuel, and his wife, Y/N. The new Lord and Lady Winchester!”

Most of the townspeople clapped and smiled as you hooked your arm through Sam’s and made a slow and purposeful entrance through the ballroom. Both of you smiling wide, and waving at those who had come to celebrate your marriage. You had a moment where you thought it was actually good Crowley had hid you away for so long, none of them seemed to know who you were exactly. If they had, you doubted the welcome would be so warm. 

Samuel led you through the room, and up to where the King stood, with Dean now at his side. Sam bowed to his father, and you performed a long, low curtsy as was tradition. The King, albeit it not genuine, gave his nod of approval, and Samuel took your hand to help you rise back to standing. He then moved you to his side, and took his place next to his father. 

“Let the celebration begin!” John told the crowd, and the musicians took their cue. 

As the music began to fill the Great Hall, the people in attendance took the opportunity to pair off and enjoy it with dancing. The longer you stood by your new family and watched them, you tried to imagine what it had been like for Sam and Dean to grow up in such a place. It was such a stark contrast to what you had been used to; everything was, from the moment you stepped foot into Lawrence. Despite all that was on the line, and all the back door deals that happened to get you to where you were, you found yourself in awe of it all. 

John took a step down from the platform, and turned to face his sons. “I’m beyond grateful to have both of you here tonight. Our Kingdom has endured so much pain and darkness, it is truly wonderful to have a reason to celebrate. Dean, even though your return is to be short, seeing you back home…” John paused and appeared to swallow down the emotion that rose in his throat. “I am proud of you, son.” When he turned to Sam, his whole demeanor changed. “Samuel, I know this choice was not an easy one for you. Losing Jessica not that long ago, and still agreeing to do what was best for our family, I am indebted to you.”

You could feel Samuel stiffen beside you, but he held strong to the appearance he had to maintain, and gave a quick nod and smile towards his father. “Of course, whatever is best for Lawrence and the Winchesters.”

“Boys, please, go and enjoy the party. Dean, I made sure to have Harvelle’s bring your favorite ale. Samuel, why not take your bride out for a spin on the dance floor.” He paused, momentarily forgetting about Sam’s hip and cane, “if it's not too painful, that is.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Sam replied curtly. He turned to you, with his cavernous dimples showing and held out his hand for yours. “Shall we, My Lady?”

“Why yes, my Lord. I would love to.”

As Sam led you onto the dance floor, you could feel the King’s eyes peering into the back of your skull. ‘Good,’ you thought, ‘I hope you are burning with anger over how much your son ended up adoring me.’ However, the moment he slipped one arm around your waist, and sheathed his cane to his belt, picking up your other hand in his, your thoughts of John Winchester ceased. Sam pulled you a little closer and slowly circled you around the dance floor, and all you could think of was him and how you loved his big, strong arms wrapped around you. 

“If I didn’t say it already, you look beautiful tonight,” he said, his gaze gently falling upon your face. “Despite everything, seeing you in that gown makes this entire evening worth it.”

“Well, it was gifted to me from your house’s seamstress when I first arrived. I’m just glad to have an occasion to wear it.”

“Even if it is this sham of a party thrown by my father?”

“Even if…” you replied and smiled softly. “Samuel, what I said before… about how I feel and what’s going on inside me–”

“Stop, Y/N. I’m half afraid you’re going to tell me you regret saying it all.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t regret it whatsoever. I just—I’m sorry I blurted it out that way.”

“At least we know the potion works,” he teased with a wink. “Speaking of, how long before spilling the beans did you ingest it?”

“Not terribly long. I added it to the tea you brought me as soon as your father left our chambers.”

 Sam grimaced. “That wasn't a great idea, what if it had been poison?!”

“But it wasn’t, My Lord. I am here and perfectly fine, as is your son,” you said, the last few words barely audible.

Sam pursed his lips together in disapproval, and pulled you a little closer. “I’ve said it before, I was against this from the beginning. But something’s happened between us, and now, the thought of losing you… not one I want to consider.”

“I swear, husband, by the moon and the stars in the sky, I will not place myself in danger like that again. For you, and our son, I will be safe and smart.”

Sam’s smile grew, and warmed you inside with so much emotion, you had a moment where you questioned if you had been the one to take the love potion. It felt impossible to feel so much love for someone you had just met, but you did. There was more love in your heart for Lord Samuel Winchester than you could fathom. 

You demurely cleared your throat. “However, as far as the potion goes, I couldn’t say if it was time, or if it was because I saw you that prompted me to speak so honestly. It wasn’t until I touched your hand that I was urged to do so.”

Sam considered this for a quick moment. “Hmm, so maybe it is triggered by something else.”

“Could be. My instincts tell me that it was because I was with the one I love most. Keeping anything from you in that moment would have been impossible.”

Before Sam could speak, he was being tapped on the shoulder. He turned you both around to face Dean standing there, his hands clasped behind his back and an uncomfortable, forced smile on his face. 

“I hate to interrupt the happy couple, but I need to borrow Sam for a few minutes, My Lady.”

“Right now, Dean?”

“Sorry little brother, duty calls.”

“Would you excuse me?” Sam looked at you and asked.

“Of course, My Lord. I’ll be fine. Besides, maybe you’ll have your opportunity…” you replied and looked down towards his pocket where he had the potion stashed.

Dean flashed you a quick smile then looked up to Sam and nodded towards his father. When he turned to walk back through the crowded dance floor, Sam unsheathed his cane and offered you a sad smile. “I’m sorry about this, but I do hope you’re right. Just pray this works to our advantage.” He left a soft kiss on your cheek, and turned to follow his brother through the party guests. 

When Sam caught up to Dean, he found John, along with the family’s good friend, Pastor Jim, each holding a pewter stein of ale. They were talking quietly in the shadows of the ballroom. Sam quietly furrowed his brow as he greeted them both, then looked to Dean who he could tell was just as curious to what was so important.

“Sorry to call you boys away from the party,” John started, “but Jim here has come with some very disturbing news.” John nodded to Jim for him to continue with the details.

“It’s good to see you back home, Dean. When do you return to the front?” Jim asked nervously, clearly wanting a bit of small talk before he spoke his own truths.

“Very soon. Tonight, most likely. C’mon Jim, what happened. If you came all the way up from your Parish to the big house, it’s gotta be something important.”

Jim sighed. “Two nights ago a man walked into the vestibule of the Church and killed himself. Missouri was there keeping a vigil for the boys fighting the war in Purgatory and saw it happen. She said that the man slit his own throat, but didn’t fall to his death until black smoke released from his body and out through the door. Guys, we haven’t had a demon possession in Lawrence in… well, a long time.” Jim’s gaze came to rest on John. “I thought… I thought there was an accord with the Demon King.”

“There is,” John rasped, then cleared his throat, then took a long swig of ale. “But really can’t put much past Crowley, can you?”

Sam and Dean exchanged an uneasy look. Before Dean could inquire any further Sam spoke up, his voice vibrating with indignity. “Crowley agreed to send his demons to help fight Eve. That’s the deal you made, or so you said. IF I married Y/N.”

The three other men stood quietly; but while Sam and Dean bore daggers into their father, Pastor Jim cast his gaze to the floor. 

“Boys… the negotiations with Crowley were a must. I know you don’t agree, but what’s done is done. The point is these demons are still possessing our people. It needs to end. Dean, I think you need to leave now. Get back as soon as possible and see if his minions are really there.”

“On it,” Dean said without hesitation. It was clear to Sam that his brother was anxious to get out of there for a multitude of reasons, but with this latest development it was now necessary.

“I’ll leave with you, Dean. I want to get back into the town. Don’t like leaving Missouri alone in that church, even if she can handle herself. Sam,” Jim said, turning his attention to the youngest Winchester, “I’m sorry for the circumstances of your marriage, but I do hope it is one that grows in love.” Jim raised his cup and downed the last of his drink, before leaving it on the small table at John’s side. 

“Already is,” Sam said genuinely, but his narrowed gaze at John held strong. What he had said to Jim was the truth. He was falling in love with Y/N, he had been feeling it all day long. After making love the night before, he felt it as he lay beside her in their bed. It was different than how he loved Jessica, but it was still love; a feeling he had resigned himself to never feeling again when he had stood over Jessica’s grave. Yet, he felt it, and no way he would let it go again. He was going to get the damned truth no matter what. 

After shaking Pastor Jim’s hand and giving his brother a strong hug goodbye, Sam stepped back and watched John place his own cup of ale on the table before giving Dean a proper send off. Jim had begun walking towards the ballroom doors, and when he was sure the coast was clear, Sam swiftly took the vial from his pocket and drained it into John’s cup. He resumed his stance with cane in hand just as John turned back around to face him.

“How could you,” John nearly snarled. “Spilling our business in front of someone who is NOT family.”

Sam snorted a laugh. “Seriously? You’re pissed I told Jim about the circumstances behind the wedding? People are being possessed, and your biggest worry is how Jim will look at you? What the hell has happened to you?”

“Son, until you are King, you have NO idea of the responsibilities that weigh on my shoulders to this Kingdom!”

“Sure Dad, keep telling yourself that.” Sam wanted to lean into him so hard, but he refrained. Inside, he mustered up all his will power and smiled. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I apologize. I am doing what I can to hold up our end, so hopefully Dean will get some answers about why the demons are still showing up here.”

That seemed to relax John a bit, and as he reached for his cup of ale, Sam’s breath hitched in his chest. He watched nervously as John finished his drink and sighed. When there was no sign he detected malfeasance with his ale, Sam released his held breath slowly and smiled to himself in great satisfaction.

You watched as Sam followed Dean through the crowd and suddenly felt incredibly lonely. You didn’t know another soul at the party other than Sam and Dean, and you barely had spent any time with him. Unsure of what to do, you turned to head towards the table to sit down, and before you could take a step, Bobby walked into your line of sight.

“My Lady,” he grunted, “have a second to chat?”

“Of course, Maester. Shall we go somewhere less crowded?”

“No, right here is fine.” He seemed to reluctantly offer his hands to dance with you. 

Giving him a slight curtsy, you took his hands and kept a good amount of distance between you. His gaze felt accusatory and it made you suddenly uncomfortable in his presence. 

“What would you care to chat about?”

“Any inklings on telling me what happened with Pamela today?”

“If you wanted to know, why did you take leave? You could have stayed.”

“Thought it best to give you your privacy.”

“So, what’s changed?”

“Happened to be heading into the party and saw you giving Sam something that looked like a whole bunch of trouble,” he said with an inquisitive expression. “Those boys are like my own sons…”

“I know, and they love you like a father. Since their own father can be quite… cold.” You looked across the room and could see Sam talking with John and Dean, along with another man you didn’t know. 

“You, of all people, wanna talk about cold-hearted fathers?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché.”

“So, what did happen?” he asked again, like an old dog with a meaty bone.

You considered telling Bobby, but the urge to speak truth wasn’t there like it was with Sam. Did that mean the potion wore off? Did it only reveal true feelings to the one who held your heart? As these questions, along with others plagued your mind, your gaze wandered back to Sam and wondered if he would be upset if Bobby knew. But as you watched Sam, you were distracted by what he was doing. You could see him slip the vial from his pocket and could only assume he got it into John’s drink. Whatever happened was blocked by his body, as his back was to you.

“Y/N?” Bobby asked, and gave your hand a slight squeeze. “You with me?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Alright, but, I need to know if what you handed him is something that’s gonna come back and bite him in the ass.”

“I mean no disrespect, Maester, but–” 

Before you could finish your thought, the music came to an abrupt stop as John took front and center on the platform again. 

John climbed the platform and looked over the sea of faces before him. He had been here many times, addressing other nobles, and even at times, the people of Lawrence. Not once had he ever felt nervous or ill-at-ease, until now. It was the part of the celebration he was least looking forward to, having to dote on Sam and Y/N. Announcing their union so publicly was not something he cared to do, even though the people there had no idea she was the daughter of The King of Hell; not to mention a witch in her own right. If he was able to announce Samuel had married such a pure soul as Jessica, it would be different. 

The memory of Sam cradling Jessica’s lifeless body felt heavy upon his mind. He knew it was stalling him from talking, and the faces looking back at him were getting restless. Forcefully pushing her blood stained dress from his internal vision, he forced a smile onto his bearded face and focused in on the task at hand.

“People of Lawrence! I thank you all for coming here tonight to join us in celebrating both of my sons. Unfortunately, Dean had to leave and return to Purgatory. He is bound and determined to lead the Winchester army against Eve to protect not only our precious lands, but also, our lives. That doesn’t mean we cannot continue on with the party, in fact, Dean insisted!” He chuckled in a way that looked sincere, but those who knew him well, knew he was not sincere in the least.

A small rumble of applause came from the crowd. That’s when he saw Sam from his peripheral vision, walking across the flood towards his new bride. John was distracted for a moment by the seemingly genuine smile on his youngest son’s face as the two of them locked eyes, then hands. Something wretched turned in his gut, and the vision of Jessica once again plagued him. His insistence to push the sight of her didn’t work this time. He could feel a chill around him, as if Jessica’s ghost was attached to his side. 

John cleared his throat. “It's been a long fight for our home, first in the Angel Wars, and now in Purgatory. Rest assured that my sons and I will not rest until she has been defeated, shoved back in the hole she climbed out of and then sealed away forever!”

A larger round of applause and admiration filled the ballroom with his last pronouncement. Again looking across the room and seeing the smiling faces of his guests, he knew that he now had to allow them to reveal in the joke of a marriage he duped his son into. His gut turned again, but he pushed through the sickness that lived there.

“However, tonight we are here for a very special occasion. My son, Lord Samuel Winchester, has taken a wife…” the crowd applauded and turned their attention towards the happy couple, backing up and giving them a wide berth on the dance floor. “Lady Y/N Winchester, we are so pleased to have you join our family, and I know you will not only make my son very happy, but one day stand before the people of Lawrence, as their Queen helping to keep with the traditions and loyalty that has led this Kingdom for generations!”

John thought he may vomit at his own words as the bile in his stomach quickly rose to the surface. Luckily, he pushed it back and again cleared his throat. He was almost through with the worst of it, then he could disappear into the wings of the castle and not see the witch dancing with his son. He had been wary of her since the moment she stepped foot inside the castle. Knowing the warding would keep a lot of her potential magic at bay, he couldn’t help but notice that Samuel wasn’t limping with the depths that he had been before her arrival. John didn’t know what spell she had casted on her son, but he was sure that she had done… something.

“Though the wedding was a small, private affair, I would be thrilled if Samuel and his bride could now take the dance floor, and have their first dance as husband and wife.”

John looked to the band of musicians to his right, giving them a nod. He had prompted them earlier with his gesture that they were to play an enchanting first song for the couple to dance to. Just one more thing on the list of things he hated doing.

As much as he wanted to look away, he couldn’t take his eyes off his son as he took his new wife into his arms, and began to move her so aptly across the floor. Other than the music, there wasn’t a sound in the room; the entire party was enchanted by the way they were looking at each other. John was amazed at the amount of love he saw flickering in his son’s eyes as they gazed upon Y/N. It was then that the guilt he carried began to rise forth in him as an uncontrollable force. He suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to unburden himself to Sam; tell him every awful thing he’s done that led to this union. A union he believed to be completely disgusting, but entirely necessary. 

‘Could Sam really be falling for her,’ John thought as his hand absently ran over his neatly trimmed beard. 

Sam was holding her close. John could see them speaking to each other in hushed voices, and the smile that lay across his son’s face would have made any other father glow with pride. It was a smile of purity; one that only a man who was deeply smitten with which he gazed upon, could have. How far Sam had come in a few short weeks since the wedding, which caused John’s suspicions of the witch to grow in leaps and bounds. No way Sam would or could fall for this woman so quickly, there had to be black magic involved somehow. 

As the music began to swell, he watched as Sam leaned in and kissed his bride, and the onlookers basked in their obvious love. ‘This is real,’ John said to himself, and began to slowly shake his head. ‘No, I won’t believe that. It's her magic. A potion, or a spell, maybe a hex bag. But Samuel would never fall for a woman like that, especially not the daughter of the man that took his Jessica. Whatever’s happened, is because of me. This is all my fault.’’

Oblivious to all the people around him, he felt his feet propelling him forward and approaching the happy couple as they continued to dance their first dance. It wasn’t until he was standing right beside them, and had placed his hand on Samuel’s shoulder, did he realize what he was about to do.

“Son,” John said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so, so sorry… this… this is all my fault.”

Sam and Y/N exchanged a curious look, and when Sam finally looked at his father’s face, he was taken aback by the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Dad?”

John tried to find the right place to start, but he stumbled on the words. “This shouldn’t be happening… years ago I made a mistake…” he paused, lowered his head and released a heavy sigh. “If it wasn’t for that deal I made with Crowley years ago… I would never have arranged this marriage with his daughter. I had no choice…”

“Dad,” Sam released Y/N from his arms, and took a step closer to his father. “Maybe we should go somewhere private and–”

“No! I… I have to say this now. I had a son… after your mother passed. He was a mistake, unplanned…” John gripped Sam’s shoulder tight, his face pleading with his son to try and understand, “I was so afraid of how the people would look at me if they knew. I made a deal with Crowley.”

“You did what?!” Sam replied in a low rumble, shaking his shoulder free of his father’s grasp. 

John nodded slowly and let his mind wander back to that day

Deep in the MacLeod Castle—

“About time Crowley, you should think twice about making me wait.”

“Please, John, you came to me. You’ll wait as long as I make you. Now, what pleasure do I owe this little visit?”

“Our war needs to end if we both want to defeat Eve. She’s draining both of our defenses and I cannot see either of us lasting if we don’t do something.”

“True, and we can come to some sort of terms with that, IF you have something of worth to offer.”

“I learned of a situation recently… It appears some years back I created a son out of wedlock, Adam. His mother has pains to hide him away, but I fear that if the people of my Kingdom learn of his existence, they will not keep me as their King. Take my son born out of wedlock, and I will no longer send my armies to smite your demons, and you keep them from coming into Lawrence to possess my people.”

“Oh, John… it will take far more than your bastard son to make that deal happen. Let’s say… Adam… your soul–in ten years of course–and a favor to be named later.”

“Fine, Crowley… if I even live that long.”

Whispers in the crowd began to grow louder, pulling John back from his long ago memory that he just shared with the entirety of the ballroom. He looked around and came to understand that those close by had heard everything he said. It was making its way through the crowd, and the happy, smiling faces faded; replaced by ones twisted in confusion and disgust.

“How could you?” Sam snarled in a hushed tone. “I don’t even know where to start with this.”

“Son, please, hear me out. I–I never meant for this to come back to hurt you! You’re the best part of me and your mother, you don’t deserve this witch for a wife!”

The crowd audibly gasped at this bit of knowledge, and their murmurs grew to the point where they could no longer be ignored. Sam looked around nervously, and then noticed how stiff and uneasy his wife had grown. Her face went pale and her hand instinctively went to her belly. Before anyone could speak, or move to leave, the walls and floors of the room began to quake with a low rumble. Without warning, the room began to fill with a red, swirling smoke, obscuring everyone’s view of the ongoing scene playing out before them. 

The red mist quickly cleared to reveal Crowley, The King of Hell himself, standing mere steps away from John, Sam and Y/N.

The partygoers all backed up quickly, scared and shocked by his presence. Crowley noticed their reaction and smiled. “Guess I know how to make an entrance,” he said with a jovial lilt.

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Y/N asked through gritted teeth.

“Darling daughter, did you ever think I’d let you go without keeping an eye on you? Papa is always watching. I am a bit upset that my invitation to this grand affair didn’t arrive. Must have gotten lost in the post.”

“You weren’t invited,” Sam interjected. “In fact, I think you should leave, now!”

“Now, why would I do that? Am I not entitled to see my only child enjoy her wedding celebration?”

Sam stood tall, and took a step in front of Y/N, shielding her from her father. “Leave, Crowley! Now!”

“Please, save the theatrics for your bed chamber, Samuel. I suspect you’ll need them there to fulfill your end of the bargain.” Crowley offered him a sly grin, and then turned to John. “He does know the deal, right Sire? Your soul stays intact for ten more years, and Sam here helps my precious puddin’ to produce a child.”

The rumbles from the guests were now clear as day–

“Witch…”

“Traitor…”

“Murderer… bet she’s the one who killed…”

“Demon!”

Crowley was taking great delight in the scene he was causing; but more so he relished in the morbid look of disgust on his daughter’s face. She was a rebellious little brat, and he would take any chance he could to destroy whatever bit of happiness she had in her life. He wanted to be able to look deeply into her eyes, and see the regret she had there for not following closer in his footsteps. The girl had far too much of her mother in her for Crowley’s liking, even after his and Rowena’s influence had dictated her life. 

“I think it's time for you to leave, Crowley,” John spoke up and moved to stand between his son and the King of Hell. “Our business does not need to be spread like vicious gossip.”

Crowley couldn’t help but laugh. “I was watching you before I came in, John, I think you split that tea all on your own. Certainly didn’t need my help to stick that foot in your mouth.” Crowley picked a piece of linen off his perfectly tailored suit then looked around at the crowd of people who had been slowly backing away from him. 

“Just look at the peasant’s faces, you can see for yourself… All I did was have impeccable timing for my entrance.”

You stood and watched as your father and John went back and forth, shooting little jabs and quips at each other, while the mumbles of the guests behind you were beginning to make you more than a little uneasy. Yes, the point of the potion was to get the truth from John, but revealing you as a witch, and even worse, Crowley’s daughter, wasn’t part of the plan. Sam was doing his best to protect you, keeping you out of Crowley’s line of sight, but he couldn’t stop the danger that was growing from behind you. 

More exasperated and indignant comments from behind you began to rise, and all you wanted to do was turn and run away; but your feet wouldn’t allow you to. Frozen in fear, you stood your ground behind Samuel, silently praying to whatever God was listening that you were really asleep in your chambers, and this was all a horrific dream. 

John and Crowley’s argument grew louder, and as Sam stepped between them, you felt a presence come up from behind you. You nearly screamed at their touch, but once you heard the old gruff voice of the Maester, you relaxed a bit. 

“Come with me, My Lady. This isn’t a safe place for you right now.”

Bobby took your hand roughly, and kept you close as he tried to usher you discreetly through the ballroom. 

“No, Bobby, I can’t! I can’t leave Sam alone in this!”

“Hush, woman!” he replied in a rough whisper. “Sam can hold his own, but you? This crowd can turn mob real quick. Crowley can disappear at a thought. Can you? Didn’t think so. Trust me, okay? Let’s go.”

As Bobby pulled you away from the scene unfolding, you turned to look back at Sam. You saw him pull the blade that hid away inside his cane; the same one he once put to your throat.

Crowley laughed. “A simple blade? C’mon, Moose! I thought you were smarter than that.”

“It was created from an angel blade. C’mon, Crowley, I thought you knew everything,” Sam replied, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was unflinching in his expression.

Bobby shoved you gently forward, “Go, woman!” he chided in a whisper. “This is gonna get real ugly, real fast!”

Without another thought, Saw thrust his blade forward towards Crowley, but the Demon King reacted too quickly and disappeared from the room. Sam groaned in frustration, but didn’t lower his blade as he turned to face his father.

“So much for the warding!” he growled at John.

“Son, please…”

“Please, what?! YOU did this to our family!” Sam roared at his father. 

“I never meant for my mistakes to cause you any pain. I did what I thought was best for the Kingdom.”

“No, as usual, you did what you thought was best for you!” His anger was growing more than it ever had towards John, to a point where he didn’t know if he would be able to control his rage. But somehow, he was able to stop himself from plunging the sword into his father’s heart. Sam capped his blade within his cane and turned to find his wife. Instead, she was gone, and all he was left with were the glaring faces of the party guests. 

“Witchcraft!”

“Lord Winchester has been compromised!”

“The Winchesters are taking up with demons and witches!”

“Infiltrated by demons!”

“Please!” Sam said, raising his hands high in the air, to try and get the people’s attention. “Please, let me sort all this out! There is no danger, Crowley is gone, and I will deal with my father’s choices.”

His words did little to calm them; in fact, they seemed to grow louder and more aggressive. Sam felt a panic start to rise in his chest as he scanned their faces as he continued to search for Y/N. He could hear John behind him, ignoring the slurs and comments, trying to plead his case, but Sam didn’t care what he had to say. All he cared about at that moment was making sure his wife and his unborn son were safe. 

Beyond the crowd, he could see the doors to the ballroom open slowly, and felt a hint of relief when Bobby’s face appeared in the sliver of light. The Maester motioned for Sam to come his way, but he wasn’t sure if the people that stood between them would actually allow him through. 

Without a word and an obvious determination, he started towards the doors. Those that were staring him down, promptly moved aside as the young Lord Winchester made his way through with a fierceness they had never seen before. The other guests barely noticed him, as their untrusting gazes were firmly set upon their King. Sam never once looked back to see how his father was reacting to it all, his focus was solely on getting out of the crowded room and locating his family.

Sam didn’t realize how stifling and hot the ballroom was until he felt the cool air of the corridor hit his face. He drew in a deep breath of air and looked around for Bobby. 

“Sam!” Bobby called out in a rough whisper from around the far corner, prompting Sam to move in that direction. Once they were together, there was a quiet exchange between them that acknowledged just how dangerous things had gotten.

“I know…” Sam sighed and hung his head to his chest. “Where is she?”

“In the apothecary. It was the only place I could think for her to hide til I can get you both out of here.” Bobby began to head for the stairs that would lead down towards his hideaway, with Sam closely in tow. “I don’t know what the hell happened there, but I get a feeling it ain’t good.”

When Sam didn’t respond, Bobby hesitated and turned to look at him. The expression on his face made Bobby certain that disaster was imminent. Shaking his head, he continued walking until they reached the archway to the apothecary, and passed through. 

A thought crossed Sam’s mind that caused him to grab Bobby’s elbow to stop moving.

“Did you know?” he asked quietly, his expression clear with worry that Bobby had known.

“No,” Bobby lowered his head and slowly shook it back and forth. “I knew he had some shady dealings in the past, but you know our King,” the last word he emphasized with annoyance, “isn’t always the most forthcoming guy.”

Sam simply nodded and released Bobby’s arm, then motioned forward with his chin. “C’mon, let’s get to Y/N then get out of this castle.”

You heard footsteps approaching as you waited nervously in the Maester’s. Unsure if it was Bobby or Sam, you found a place to shield yourself in case it wasn’t. Peeking around the corner of one of the large cabinets that held the Maester’s books, you caught sight of Sam and felt relief wash over you. 

“Samuel!” You came out from the spot in which you were hiding, and ran straight into his open arms. He held you tightly and bent down to kiss the top of your head. 

“You’re safe,” he sighed and kept his arms firmly around you. “When I turned to look for you, and you were gone…” Sam pulled back just enough to caress the side of your face and you could see the fear he felt. “It's been such a short time, but if I were to lose you now, I would be lost to grief.”

Bobby cleared his throat. “Well, now, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen. C’mon kids, time to skedattle.” 

“With the way the people were glaring, and the warpath I assume they will be on its best we leave, but what about my father?” Sam asked.

“John has enough trouble right now, boy. I will do my best to help the situation upstairs, but I can’t do that and keep you two alive. So, time to go…”

“But where can we go? All of Lawrence is going to be looking for us,” you asked and looked up to Sam, and saw he was nodding in agreement.

“Pamela… she’ll help us.”

Bobby swiftly ushered you and Sam through the root cellar and out through the castle’s tunnels, exiting out near the stables. There, he had two horses saddled and ready to ride. One was his own brown mare, who snorted in greeting upon seeing him. When Sam saw the other sleek, black stallion ready to go, he stopped in his tracks and turned to Bobby.

“Really? You saddled Dean’s prize stallion? You know he’s gonna have my head for even thinking of riding it,” Sam said and couldn’t help but smile. “Besides, how am I gonna ride? My hip…”

“Drop the act, boy. I know she healed you. I saw you spinning her around on that dance floor. Clearly whatever she did was more of a permanent fix than temporary relief.” You could feel his eyes on you, and though he wanted to be salty about you using magic on Sam, you could see he was also impressed.

Sam went about helping you mount Dean’s horse, and then climbed on behind you. Once Bobby was atop his own mare, Sam directed the stallion to follow Bobby as the three of you rode off into the night.

Bobby took a detour at the end of the grounds, and instead of following the road through the woods, he veered off into the Elven woods. 

“Bobby!” Sam called out. “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to Pamela…”

“Well, when you left her today, Pamela knew it was time to relocate. Whatever happened at her place left her pretty shaken. She thought the Elven Woods would be a good place to hide for the time being.”

“If she’s that shaken, will she even help us?” you asked more of Sam, than Bobby.

“She will.” Bobby replied. “She damn well better.”

The sound of approaching visitors caught Pamela’s ear, and though she knew who would be soon knocking at her door, part of her didn’t want to open it. Seeing the Lord and Lady Winchester in recent times had left her with a sense of dread, but what was more foreboding to her was that she could not see a clear outcome to whatever danger was looming over them.

Not once in her life had she not known what was going to happen. Even the day that she lost her sight to the angels, she knew. She contemplated avoiding it, but decided that it must be part of a grander purpose. 

Pamela had been correct. 

Losing her actual vision instead of what she could see with her third eye. She found herself more open to spirits and foresight, which ultimately allowed her to become the most renowned psychic medium in Lawrence and beyond. However, this business with King Winchester and the Demon King felt a bit too dangerous. It wasn’t something she wanted to get involved in… yet, here she was. 

A booming echo rumbled off in the distance, followed by a faraway flash of purple light that she sensed more than saw. She stood from the table of the old, abandoned house and went to the window. Pushing it open just an inch, she inhaled the scent of the Elven Woods and could smell the electricity in the air. . 

“Goddamnit,” she mumbled as she closed the window. “Last thing I need right now is a Rift Storm.”

Grumbling, she knew that her visitors would be arriving any moment and loosely gripped the handle to the door. Within seconds, she heard Bobby’s voice and cracked the heavy ancient oak door so they could get inside as quickly as possible. The storm seemed a ways off still, but those bolts of toxic electricity could reach the ground miles ahead of the actual Rift.

“Bobby, inside, quick!” she urged in a rough whisper. When she heard the three of them inside, she closed the door and engaged the bolt so it would lock. Turning to the unannounced trio, she sighed. “Great, a bunch of fugitives AND a rift storm. Bobby, when are you going to stop pulling me into this drama?”

“I am sorry, Pamela, but these kids here need some help. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have helped them already.”

“Well, stop exploiting my soft spot for true love, Bobby.”

“Noted. But for now, can they stay for a few days? I need to get back to the castle.”

“Bobby, you know I love your snarky ass, but I already lost my eyesight to angels, I sure as hell don’t want to lose my life to demons. And that rift storm is a sure sign of demons in the Elven Woods.”

The room was silent. Neither you, Bobby or Sam knew how to tell her that it wouldn’t be just demons on their way to Lawrence, but that the townspeople were also up in arms given the sudden confessions of their King. Pamela could tell their silence held more than she cared to know, yet she knew that her role in it all wasn’t yet over. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught in the crossfire, but deep down she knew she also had zero control over whatever fate had in store.

“I guess you can at least stay the night. I have an idea of what went down tonight. You used it, didn’t you? You extracted the truth from the King?”

“Yes,” you answered, and looked shyly towards Bobby. “I tested it on myself first. I realized it worked when I told Samuel everything.”

“Everything? About your own mother, too?”

You could feel Sam’s eyes on you, questioning you. 

“No, there wasn’t time for that then,” you paused and looked up towards your husband’s eyes. “But I promise to once I know we’re all safe.” 

“Ok. With as much trouble as I have already caused in giving you that vile, I suppose I need to be here for the consequences. Besides, I can’t possibly kick a pregnant woman out into a rift storm, so you can stay as long as you need to. You should be safe here for a while.”

Pamela’s words caused you and Sam both to gasp, and look towards Bobby. His face was that of a man in shock, not to mention, suddenly scared.

“Excuse me?! Pregnant?!”

Sam snorted a nervous laugh. “....Surprise?”

“Idjits, both of ya.” Bobby growled and shook his head. He took another moment to collect his thoughts, then expel a resigned breath. “Well, congrats I guess. But you know what that means, right?”

“No, what?” you asked as your hand anxiously reached for Sam’s, squeezing it tight in fear of what Bobby’s answer would be.

“If you thought those people at the party were upset with you being a witch… honey, being a witch who is pregnant with the heir to the throne just made the bounty on your head go up exponentially.”

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im gonna tell you... about PENNYMORE of GANYMEDE!!

pennymore is a tlt oc of mine:3 hes the cavalier of flavia of ganymede - who is not my oc, but my bestie @theosrose 's !!! i usually just call flavia flu hehe so . im gonna call ehr that 👍 so, first of, a quick summary of ganymedes - ganymedes is a 'mini-house' of the fifth house. its a warden sorta moon, one that prisoners go to, just like, a big jail cell, yea? flu is the warden of it:) shes a necromancer, a spirit one! can communicate with the dead n all.. shes like, 2-4 years older than penny (who is 17) so. thats it, basically. pen is just a guy! one day, a break out happened (when flu was 2-4 years old), people were fighting, there was murder happening, and because of tlt lore and thanergy and everything, pennys parents were like "lets conceive a child NOW his thanergy levels will be OFF the CHARTS" . n! yeah. hes a necromancer. but like barely passing. he can communicate with like dead mice n only very recently deceased ghosts. so the family was like, 'oh, maybe he can be her cavalier... n she can cheat a bit.. they can work together but with flu seeming stronger than she is..' n stuff. .. so they got paired up! pen is sooooo violent:3 my guy loves to fight.. here he is btw

thats his canaan house outfit, at least - meaning 'fancier outfit than usual'. thats his canaan house outfit, at least - meaning 'fancier outfit than usual'. he just. he loves fighting. he would die for flu. he does, in some timelines (theo n i like to explore all of them hehe), he does!!:D the reaon he wears his mask if bc if he doesnt he will just grab a rock and start chewing on it. and also he likes looking mysterious and coolB) if you offend him in any way, he will challenge you to a duel. if you strike him as a cool person, he will challenge you to a duel. he loves to duel. and he loves YOU. so much love in that lad... admires camilla and palamedes i think:) likes gideon.. harrow too, sorta, reminds him of flu a bit.. likes the fifth pair, as he feels like. a kinship to them since he's also a fifth, being a minihouse of the fifth. propably buddies with the jeanemary and isaac, too..def has a soft spot for dulcinea. respects proto. thinks the second are cool... thinks naberius the third is UNSWAG and dislikes silas the eigth. feels pity for colum the eigth. he thinks jod is cool but if jod really is cool why is he letting so much crime happen and whys he letting it happen under such shitty circumstances like why are people being forced into crimes what the hell jod why are you letting this happen. surely you dont know about this jod... if only he knew about all this, then it wouldnt have happened... is a jod fanboy. man. definetely like a martha dyas fanboy now that i think about it. would def wanna battle her. or was judith the cavalier... eh he'd wanna battle them both:3 n last and not least! hes lactose intolerantB)

if u wanna know more... well my guy... my askbox is open❤️ n i cant exagaterate how much he cares for flavia. i rlly cant.

[linaselandbasil]

You Too, Ezarel? Pt.2

(Pt.1)

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He crawled towards Lance and knelt down between his knees, looking at him. He wasn't begging for attention. he was demanding it.

Lance smiled and gently kissed him. Ezarel was a little bit offended that the man ordered him to be naked but was still fully dressed, so he took initiative and began looking for the near invisible seam of his armor.

"The audacity." Lance said, pressing a kiss to the other man's temple. It's adorable, he's so focused on looking for the damn opening that he doesn't react.

"-of you to stay clothed, you mean? Help me." Lance had to tell him the bad news.

"No, I don't feel safe in HQ. I'd rather not get naked. Besides, the armor is part of my charm!" Ezarel rolled his eyes.

"If you had any to speak of, it would definitely add to it.... Alright, I'll allow it. I swear, the disrespect you show me! In my own study of all places!" They both chuckled. Ezarel has a certain talent for acting normal with a boner, it's still just chilling in his underwear.

Lance grinned, pulling the elf closer. "I do have a charm, why else would you have invited me?" He began kissing Ezarels neck as he caressed his sides. It didn't tickle, but it still sent the tingles all over his body.

"Because.... I don't know, honestly. I just like you." He tilted his head back and held Lance's head so he wouldn't even think about stopping. Ezarel is stange. He wants to be hit and degraded but he also wants to be in complete control, as if consenting to anything implies giving up any control. You'd think the submissive is the one without power, but if you really think about it, they often just stay put and enjoy themselves while their lover pleases them. Seems like some boss ass behavior.

"Thanks, I guess." He mumbled into the delicate skin on his shoulder. He smells like soap and a little bit like hand sanitizer. He's been making supplies for Ewelein. "Btw, does Ewe know?"

"We're in an open relationship, we don't get into each other's affairs." He felt the ends of his hair tickling his back, it's a nice feeling. "But she would definitely be furious if she knew I said nothing about you."

"If worst comes, you'll tell them I threatened to kill you. They'll believe it, you have the bruises to back it up." Ezarel looked out of his head with a very serious expression.

"Why have you done this."

"It wasn't on purpose, I just happened to have dissapeared and by the time I got to come back I've conveniently been declared deceased. I took advantage of the hand I've been dealt." Ezarel pushed himself away and looked at him.

"You bastard."

"Don't call me that."

"What, does it hit the nail on the head?"

"..... Yeah."

"Bastard."

Lance shoved him off and got on top of him. This is exactly what this little shit wants, let him have it. He shoved a knee between his thighs and held his long arms down on the cold hardwood floor. "You play a dangerous game, one day I might just hurt you for real." He looked down at Ezarel, who was completely silent and had his pretty green eyes open wide.

"I'm sorry." He's not sorry, he just wants what he never had.

Forgiveness, perhaps? His father never forgave him for anything, even if it wasn't something he could change.

"Lance.... I really need...."

"No you don't need. You want. You won't die if you had to wait." He held his wrists firmly while pushing his knee up against the elf's crotch. Ezarel's back arched and he whimpered. "You should see yourself, you're pathetic."

"Please."

"I thought you don't like to beg."

"I'm trying to be polite. Pity me you asshole!" Lance smiled smugly and pressed his knee up harder. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please me, idiot!"

Lance thought about it. "Why would I."

Ezarel turned away and huffed. He's beyond frustrated, he's outraged! "You're mean."

"I am, aren't I?" He let go of Eza's hands and lightly caressed him, tracing his soft skin all the way to his shoulders and down to his hips. It's tickling the elf enough that he can't hide his reaction. "Oh c'mon, you can laugh."

"I won't!"

Lance shrugged. "Then don't." He slid his palm down to the edge of his underwear. "Hopefully you're not as prudent about moaning."

"You know fully well that I'm not. You ought to stop pretending we don't fuck biweekly." Lance chuckled as he pulled the waistband down.

"Doesn't match the drapes."

"Shut up!" Lance raised his hand, as if he was about to backhand this little shit, but he slowly lowered it. He really only wanted to scare the elf. It worked in silencing him, he was hiding behind his arms.

"Those bruises are not from me." He said when he noticed the underside of the elfs wrist.

"It's hair dye."

"No way, you never fuck up."

"Well this time I did. The glove ripped."

"....At least you're not a father." Ezarel shoved his arm on account of the bad jest and earned the wrath of the dragon. Lance got a hold of his arm and gripped it so hard it hurt. "Behave."

"Okay..." He tried to pull away, but he can't. He's not exactly the most athletic guy out there.

"Good." Lance loosened his hold and kissed his knuckles. "You're shaking."

"I wonder why."

He smiled, leaning over the elf. "A mystery we may never solve." He said before going down and kissing Ezarel's navel.

He trailed further down, making his partner pray and hope that he's not just teasing. Lance was, of course, teasing. He stood up and pulled Ezarel along with him. He staggered, not just from his weak knees but also because Lance pushed him. So mean.

"You said desk?"

"Yes." Lance shoves him forward and grabbed his hair. The cold lacquered wood nipped at his skin. His back was used to the floor, but his belly? Not so much.

"You cleared the desk! How thoughtful!"

"Might as well. It's not the only thing I cleared though."

"Nasty." Lance said, pulling the underwear all the way down. "Same drawer?"

"Yes." He went to the other side of the table and opened the lowest drawer. He picked a condom of his liking and an unlabeled tube that looked like toothpaste but it was absolutely lube. I'm not telling you what else is there, let your imagination run wild.

He walked back, taking slow steps. Ezarel tensed up when the man dissapeared from his field of vision, but he didn't turn to look. He jumped a little when his back was softly caressed. "Relax."

"Easy for you to say, you've been terrorizing me this whole time."

"You don't like it?"

"....I do."

"Then shut up." Lance nudged his legs apart with his own while keeping a firm hand on his upper back. He doesn't know how he's keeping it together. He felt a cold blob fall on him, Lance sure isn't beating around the bush. A finger trailed up and down over his hole and he could barely keep the moan in. "Remember your word, blueberry."

"Heh?"

"You said you'd moan, did you not?" He slowly pushed at the sphincter with his fingertip. "I wouldn't want to disappoint me if I were you." He pushed further in.

"Sorry." The elf whispered. He heard a pleased hum. Whew.

"C'mere." Lance grabbed his neck and pulled him towards his chest. He pushed his nose into his hair and gave him smooch. "You're adorable, you know that?" The man took his arms and held them behind his back.

"I'd appreciate it if you took me seriously." He sounded like he was out of breath when he spoke, the constant reminders if his powerlessness really did it for him.

"Who said I don't?" He reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of the elf's cock. "I take you very seriously." Ezarel shuddered as the hand just staid there, unmoving.

"Nobody..." Lance chuckled, he must like the answer. He began moving up, so slowly that he could barely see it, but he could feel it just fine.

"Oh, hold on." He opened his hand and left him without any pleasure. "On second thought, that's not true."

"What??"

"Yeah! You said that!" He gently bit the tip of his ear, he flicked it to get away from it. "That's rude, don't speak to people like that." He yelped from an unexpected slap to his thigh. "I swear, the youth these days!"

"You're like five years older than me."

"Six, bitch." He pushed Ezarel down, once again bending him over his desk. His hands were now free, but he didn't know what to do to them so he used them to put his forehead on. The desk is hard.... Lance slapped his left cheek, making him flinch.

Before he could even process that, he felt the finger working his hole. He moaned.

"There it is." He slowly added another finger and pushed both in. "...This is suspiciously easy."

"You can thank me later, did most of the work before you arrived."

"How thoughtful." He added another finger and spread them wide. The sound the elf let out made his breath hitch. He wants to hear it again, louder. He pulled his fingers out and put more lube on them. He went in and spread them just as wide and the sound filled his ears again. He smirked, feasting his senses in the fruits of his labor.

"Please. Lance."

"What's that?"

"Please!!"

"Please WHAT?"

"..."

"It's okay buddy." He ruffled the top of his head. "I know exactly what you want." The elf heard some ruffling of fabrics and the opening of a wrapper behind him.

"Thank you." He said when he felt strong hands grab his hips and the tip of a certain something being lined up. He grabbed the edge of his desk as it slowly stretched him out.

He stopped mid journey. "You good?" Ezarel only moaned. Lance had a smug grin on his face. Honestly, I don't remember the last time he went without one for twenty minutes. He stopped for a few seconds, feeling the elf clench. "Good boy." He began thrusting. The first one was hard, just to make Ezarel get a little loud, but he settled on a slower pace. Ezarel groaned and leaned back into his hips, that was enough prompting to make Lance speed up.

In his frustration, Ezarel raked at the wood with his dull nails, he whined and groaned as the blue eyed beauty pounded into him. The scent of the man's hair gel and the smell of his sweat mixed together, he might just get high from it.

There's just no words to describe this, it's so good that he's on his toes, arching his back. Meanwhile, Lance is low key dissociating, looking at his little soldier dissapear and reappear again and again. He caresses the elf's sides, making sure his little stickbug feels loved and supported.

The cycle of Lance slowing down and speeding up to keep the elf guessing went on for a few minutes. He pulled on his long hair and scratched st his delicate skin, pulling pained gasps out among pleasured moans. Ezarel felt brave enough to take the initiative and pull one of Lance's hands towards his dick. The pounding slowed down and he was pulled up into a warm embrace of intimate unison. The rough palm of a warrior grazed his sensitive skin as it carefully wrapped around the shaft. He put his own pale hands around it and guided it to finally move, holy fucking shit Lance stop torturing this poor man he's going to die of blueballs!!

He leaned into the armored chest of his date to not fall over. He let go of Lance's hand and reached for the other hand that was now gently gripping his throat.

Amongst all the loving touches and the steady thrusting, he found the release he was begging his paramour for. He moaned and shot all over his dark oak desk.

"Good thing there was nothing there." Lance said, letting his throat go and turning him around. Ezarel nodded and put his chin on Lance's shoulder. "Tired?"

"Mmhm."

"Adorable." He lifted the elf up and carried him over to his chair. "Satisfied?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad." He ruffled that blue head of hair again before he cleaned himself up and buttoned his pants up. He pulled a little box out of his backpack and lit a cigarerte on the flame of a candle he just noticed. He took a hit and offered it to Eza. "Want some?"

The took it. "Thanks." Lance watched him suck the smoke in, he's so proud of his friend for not coughing like he was dying of consumption. "Smells strange. Not the usual?"

"It's a different variety, I had to switch to a more resilient one because the weather is worse at my new base. Hey, remember the first time I gave you a smoke?"

"That was the first time I ever had one, I thought I was going to die!" Lance chuckled. He hit it again before giving it back. "It was traumatizing."

"Let's call it a formative experience." Ezarel laughed, rubbing his eyes.

"Should clean that up before it dries. I don't want to scrape cum." Lance snorted with the cigarette still in his mouth but it quickly became obvious that this was the elf's way to indirecty ask him to do it, because that bitch didn't move an inch from his ass.

"So get up and do it!"

"I don't know which way is up anymore, it's the least you can do!" He looked at Lance with his beautiful green eyes. That's the bestest color in the entire world.

"You asked for this!" He tapped the ash into the soil of a potted plant.

Ezarel gasped with exaggeration. "You come into my study, fuck my ass and call me gay??" Lance was already halfway done reaching for a tissue but changed his mind and threw the cardboard box at the man. "And you dare harm my pristine elven likeness???" They both laughed really hard, but really quietly at the same time. Ought not attract too much attention.

"And what are you going to do about it? Hmm?" He went over and pulled him out of the chair.

"Not fair! You're too strong!" He yelped and fell back as Lance released him. He looked at the cigarette poking out of the man's lips. "Gimme."

Lance sighed and gave it to him. "As much as I enjoy being here, I gotta go soon. I have villainous plans scheduled."

"Aw..." He gave the cigarette back after he took his fill. "Well, I think you just don't want to help clean." Lance, hit the cigarette and gave it right back before going to fetch his gloves.

"I openly and sincerely admit that I don't want to help clean, but you sayin' it out loud won't make me suddenly become a gentleman and stay to help. Bye!" He put his mask on and jumped out the window.

What a gentleman.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Bestie! I made up my mind.

But first!

HAPPY TUMBLR-VERSARY!

You are amazing and I am sooo happy I found your page. It really makes my bad days better and my good days amazing!

Ok, so for my LAH. I decided on.... Iwa-chan! (Of course). So let's say Iwa meets an awesome girl and he's just gushing over her and how he's head over heels for her. Seijoh is confused cause this is not normal Iwaizumi Hajime. So the whole team is ready to meet this incredible girl who has changed their ace into a softie. So she shows up to one of their games and everyone finds out.... She's Oikawa's cousin! Iwa has unknowingly fallen for an Oikawa! And of course Oikawa is excited cause him and Iwa-chan are practically family now.

I mean, that's not how this works Toru, but we all know he's dramatic.

-Spooky anon 👻

Bestie thank you!!! Imnso glad you found me and reaches out!! And let me just say, this request is perfection!

"So this girl, she's coming to the game today"- Mattsun says

"Yep"- Iwaizumi 🥰 freaking beaming with excitement

"Wow we've never see you like this before Iwa- you must be really seriously about this girl"- Makki says

"I am. She's perfect for me"- Iwaizumi says

"Hajime!"- you scream running towards Iwaizumi

"YN-CHAN what are you doing here??"- Oikawa says as your hug Iwaizumi

"Toru hi!"- you say waving

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🤨

Mattsun and Makki 👉🏻👀👀👀

The team 👉🏻😳😳

"YN-chan is my cousin Iwa-chan!"- Oikawa says running up to you

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😃 whet-

Mattsun and Makki 👉🏻🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Wait"- Oikawa says backing up and looking at you both

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😐

You 👉🏻🤗

"OMG IWA-CHAN ARE YOU DATING YN-CHAN"- oikawa 😱😱😱

"Yep"- Iwaizumi 😐

"Iwa-chan we are practically family now"- Oikawa 🥺

Mattsun and Makki are simply deceased on the floor

"Family hug!"- Oikawa says pulling you both into a big family hug!