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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Alright I am FINALLY Making a Fandom/What I'll Write for List

Current Hyperfixation(s): Hazbin Hotel, Tentador Leches, Lackadaisy, Don't Starve, TNMN, Dead Plate

I'll edit this list as my interests change. Also, there are some notes for each fandom. I'm adding a read more because it is probably going to be long. Some things I write for may not be listed, simply because I'm not taking requests for them. This list is mainly so people know what they can/cannot request.

As a quick note beforehand, though, I just want to post a link to a passion project I am creating! It is an original story, and is very personal to me. I really hope that anybody stumbling across my page or who already likes some of my fandom content will be willing to give it a read or look into it. More information is in the post linked below.

WELCOME HOME:

Anyone, basically. Yes, this includes Home.

PERSONA 5 ROYAL:

Adult Confidants (just in case, yes, this includes Takuto Maruki) - I will write for them. I think they need more love, lol. I also absolutely adore Takuto Maruki so like... Please request him-

The Phantom Thieves - I will write for them, but no NSFW because most, if not all are in high school. Some might say that a couple of them are 18, but I feel like it would be unfair and still a bit weird for me to write that stuff for.

FNAF:

Adult Human Characters - Mainly William Afton or Henry Emily, but I will also write for the night guards and any other adult human character.

"Animatronics" - If I write for the animatronics, they won't actually be animatronics. I wouldn't really feel comfortable with that, just because most, if not all, are possessed by the spirits of children. So, if I write for them, it will be in a AU where they will just be anthropomorphic animals in their own little world. Kinda like if the pizza chain had a show, and it is the in show universe.

As a heads up, I am not too in the loop about where the FNAF lore has gone, and I only have the first book. So, a lot of the more lore based Headcanons or FICS probably won't be that accurate. I might also try making my own AU based on only the first 3 or 4 games, but I will probably only write one story for that, and decide if I will write headcanons based on that according to how well it is received.

WHAT REMAINS OF EDITH FINCH (WROEF):

Every Adult Character - same rules apply as the other adult characters. I will Headcanons or stories for them during the time they were alive, of course. I have also had an AU idea where the family haunts the house as ghosts, so I MIGHT write headcanons for that, too.

ANGELS OF DEATH/ANGELS OF SLAUGHTER:

Dr. Danny, Cathy, Reverend Gray - YOU CAN'T STOP ME. I LOVE THEM OMG. ESPECIALLY DANNY. I would write for Zack but like... Sorry guys I just don't really like him enough to have any ideas... (No shame to Zack lovers, btw. I just can't get the groove going for him).

FAITH THE UNHOLY TRINITY:

John Ward

STARDEW VALLEY:

All bachelors/bachelorettes. Especially Harvey he needs more love-

PORTAL/PORTAL 2:

Wheatley, GLaDOS, Caroline, Cave Johnson, Chelle, and Doug Rattmann

THE HEILWALD LOOPHOLE:

All doctors and nurses

BATMAN (in general + my own versions of the characters [Chronicverse]):

Just the villains (including Catwoman and those who play both sides). I personally just can't see the appeal in the heroes.

THE DARK PICTURES - LITTLE HOPE:

So I have only played Little Hope, so far, so I can't write for any other Dark Pictures installment. I'll write for any character besides Megan/Mary.

COOKING COMPANIONS:

Anatoly, Karin, Gregor and Mariah.

UNCANNY VALLEY SERIES (House Hunted, John Doe):

Maison Talo, John Doe

TENTADOR LECHES:

Koolie Sterling

ERROR 143:

Micah Yujin

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Angel Dust, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty, Sir Pentious

MY OWN CHARACTERS/ORIGINAL STORIES:

I'll write for most every character I create. I probably won't write "Headcanons" if nobody is interested, but I will still write stories for them. Those stories will include x Reader sometimes.

Currently I am working on a story/series called Tales from the Iolite Hospital.

WHAT I WON'T WRITE

No proshipping, MAP, Zoo (I don't count furries as zoo, because they have a human level of intelligence and consciousness), Noncon, Dubcon. Currently no NSFW, but that might change in the future.

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Yandere, chronic illness, specific cultures (It may not be the most accurate, but I will try. I think of it as a learning experience), LGBTQ+, mental health struggles.

THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT MY WRITING

Most everything I write will have some sort of horror or heavy topic in it, even if it isn't a yandere story. I LOVE horror. So, if you don't like horror and heavy topics, or can only handle it at specific times, I understand! It is just kinda my thing. If that is the case, then idk if this blog will be for you/be for you all the time. I will always make sure to try to put trigger warnings at the top of the post, though, so that people are comfortable.

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nostalgia-tblr · 7 months

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#yeah it would have been very convenient for his brother robert #but - oh no! - it was also convenient for his other brother who immediately set off for the treasury and then a hasty coronation #(robert had fucked off on the first crusade that's why he wasn't in the right place at the right time)#(he later ends up imprisoned by his bro in a castle where he learns welsh and writes some poems)#(say what you will about henry 1st he was at least VERY good at getting things from his older brothers)#okay it might have been an actual genuine hunting accident but i only read about dead monarchs for THE DRAMA let me have this #i always enjoy when a history book gets to this point and you find out if the author thinks it was an accident or an “accident”#the normans are french vikings and i've yet to come across one whose name is actually norman #idk if that name existed then but *I* would have named at least one son 'Norman of Normandy' just for giggles #btw every famous woman of this era is called Matilda. all of them. there's battles between competing English queens called Matilda.#i have yet to come across any explanation of why this is. i assume there's an OG Matilda who's famous maybe? possibly a saint?#(there *is* one called Edith too... but then she changes her name to Matilda) (no really) (and it's her husband's mother's name)#idk how you're supposed to write Norman Monarchy Femslash when all the women have the same name #what if i want to read about Queen Matilda's epic forbidden love for her husband's arch-enemy Queen Matilda? eh? eh? EH???#i should probably come up with a tag for my history-related nonsense i wouldn't want people to find it who seek Sensible Thoughts #history fandom #(there that'll do for a tag)

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homu-san · 9 months

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Dreadful Stories

Old Jack here with another ghastly tale inspired by Sage's Island's most unfortunate school. I'm calling it...

THE SURPRISE ENDING OF VIL SCHOENHEIT!

As a young star, Vil was famous for his looks.

Now at 18, he was all washed up. A has-been.

But in a lucky break, he'd been asked to showcase his signature look at a local convention for aspiring celebrities. It was just the boost his career needed!

Unfortunately, his looks hadn't aged well.

"Mmm. Getting better." "I think you just need the right motivation."

His biggest fan ( And right-hand man)

Rook was about to demonstrate when-

YAAAARGGGH!

"Now that was a great scream."

It was one of Vil's dormmates. He'd apparently gotten food poisoning and had to be rushed to the infirmary due to something Epel did.

"What was I meant to do? He was picking on me!"

"That's not a reason to give them food poisoning!"

So Vil got stuck at the dorms to teach Epel a lesson. His convention comeback was canceled.

RAAAAAGHH!

"Ok, I'm hearing frustration but I'm not hearing terror. What if I tried-"

*A GANG OF HOODLUMS IN HALLOWEEN MASKS HAVE BEEN TERRORIZING SAGE'S ISLAND TONIGHT! POLICE ARE URGING RESIDENTS TO-*

CRASH!

"That came from the basement!"

"You're right!" "Also, I loved your delivery on that."

"Why is the basement door locked?" "Because Epel likes to use it to sneak out."

"There's a key hidden in the music box. The secret is to keep winding... and winding... Until finally, the key pops out."

"Thanks, Roi de Poison." "I'll be back in a sec."

Twenty minutes later, Rook hadn't returned.

So Vil went to look for him. Right on cue.

He reached for the music box...

And as he wound the key, he listened for Rook but the dorm was silent.

He found one of Rook's arrows and imagined the worst.

*...THE GANG'S LEADER IS THE INFAMOUS HOOKMAN KILLER, DR. KARL HAMEL, WHO IMPALED AND ATE HIS FAMILY TEN YEARS AGO TONIGHT.*

The old fridge rattled and grew still.

ROOOAAAAAR!!!

"Oh dear!"

KRAK!

"AAAGHH!"

"Rook?!" "Roi de Poison, Relax. I was just trying to scare you to help find your scream."

"Well I'm not scared, Rook. I'm furious!"

"Then act furious! All I'm getting from you now is that you're hurt and confused and you're-"

SLAM!

He threw him out, but kept a little something to remember him by.

"Roi de Poison? Have you seen one of my arrows?"

And he was still holding it when he fell asleep watching the late-late picture show.

Hours later...

VIL!

"Epel? What's going on up there?"

AAAAAGH!

"Ok, I'm coming up."

"But if this is a trick, you're dead, Epel."

"Epel, Are you there?"

Epel had vanished. But his bedside radio was still on...

*-SAGE'S ISLAND POLICE DESCRIBE THE MAN AS 6 FEET TALL, WITH A STEEL HOOK FOR A HAND. RESIDENTS ARE URGED TO LOCK ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS AND NOTIFY THE POLICE OF ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY-*

CREEEEEAAK

Vil turned, saw the Hookman, and...

"GASP!"

Was speechless.

He was quite smashing!

SLAM!

And whoever he was, he couldn't get enough of Vil!

"Ok, Vil, There's gotta be another way outta here!"

That night, he played his part beautifully.

Riddle's door hadn't been opened in years. The hinges groaned.

K-CRACK!!

He wasn't moving, but he sensed that the story might not be over yet.

The Hookman had vanished! He listened for his breathing but all he heard was..

DING

DONG!

At the door, he heard whispering.

*PSSSSST*

"Oh dear."

SURPRISE!

"GASP"

"BRAVO, VIL!"

"YOU WERE WONDERFUL!"

"WE LOVE YOU!"

His fans had come to surprise him! For Vil, it was a dream come true.

Then he saw what kind of monsters they were and he realized what was about to happen-

He was going to be famous.

And with his final breath Vil Schoenheit gave the performance of his life.

EEEEEEEAAAAGHHHK!!!

I wasn't there myself, but I hear Vil was magnificent!

"Poor boy! He had a taste for stardom..."

"...But unfortunately so did his fans!"

Of course the police blamed it on poor Rook, disappeared the same night.

And little Epel? Hiding under his bed the whole time!

He took it all pretty hard. But that's another story.

As for Vil, tucked inside the music box was all they ever found of him.

His ear.

Now that's what I call an ear-ie tale!

#twisted wonderland #what remains of edith finch #vil schoenheit #this took a while #epel felmier #rook hunt #they might be ooc

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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year

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i really like crimson peak by the way! i don’t enjoy horror, i sometimes get scared just by reading wikipedia summaries of horror movies, but i went to see it in cinemas (alone!) because i love del toro, so i was actually relieved that it turned out to not be a horror. i definitely found it really scary though

That is entirely fair, and I'm glad you like it!

I like some things that fall more clearly under the general Horror umbrella- Mama (2013) comes to mind, if we're focusing on Del Toro, and about half of Cabinet of Curiosities -but I, too, am more likely to see a Gothic than a straight horror movie.

I almost didn't see CPeak- I'm not usually aware of coming attractions unless they breach containment onto my Tumblr dash, because I don't go to the movies often and thus miss a lot of trailers. But some friends saw it and said, "no, you NEED this in your life," so...I went! Alone, just like you. I actually remember the theatre (AMC Times Square) because of its gorgeous old domed ceiling covered in murals.

I also remember leaving afterwards and feeling like I just got hit by a bus full of Seen(TM).

It was a good day.

#ask #anon #crimson peak #movies #horror movies #gothic movies #funnily enough I stood in the McMichaels' ballroom (the library at Casa Loma) like a year later without realizing it #someday I'm going back to the Toronto area and doing a filming location scavenger hunt #tragically Allerdale was built on a soundstage and I think standing outside the studio would be weird #most of the Buffalo scenes were shot in real and public buildings though!#I think Edith's house isn't open to the public. it's a Masonic lodge in Hamilton. and her room was #also built on a soundstage #some of the other locations however...

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kamil-a · 2 years

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been turning a "peter follows alice out on a truth end" au over in my head, mainly that he will have to encounter permanent dirt for the first time in his life. there's no world reset safety net of bare minimum hygiene if something gets dirty it will not just stay that way but even rot worse until it gets cleaned or destroyed.... thats gonna mess with him so bad

#thoughtful honking #also in this au ace is hunting him down bc he did technically take a clock outside where julius can reach it.#but he is COMPLETELY LOST #anyway peter goes thru the same sort of vial game and ultimately chooses to integrate to humanity. and gives ace back his discarded clock #or something. it works out.#ace ends up meeting edith before alice. ALSO HE KILLS ALICES EX AND ALICE IS LIKE AAAAAAA NO YOU CANT MURDER FOR REAL WTF WTF #Or something.#episodic tales of peter trying to fit in comedically vs ace like. doing tourism stuff in england. getting a job at a coffee shop.#going back home to julius like i can make latte art now #peter keeps the ears the whole time also. even when he gets a human heart hes still bunny and they just have to roll with it

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musicgeek89 · 1 year

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Top 5 EASIEST Games to 100% (In my Opinion)

#5: My Name is Mayo 1 and 2 - Green Lava Studios

Although this game is technically the easiest on this list -- meaning to get the platinum all you have to do is smash the x button 10,000 times each -- it’s earned its place here for just that. It’s repetitive, especially if played more than once.

#4: Paw Patrol: On a Roll! - Torus Games

I know this is a game meant for toddlers, but if you’re looking for easy trophies, this game is it. The controls are pretty basic -- A 2D, side scrolling adventure collecting 200 pup treats for 16 levels, which are not extremely hidden. If you’re looking for something with a storyline, this is not it. The gameplay can be tedious for some, so only those on a trophy-hunting mission will find this game to be on their “wish list.”

#3: Sakura Swim Club - Winged Cloud

Unless you like to read and aren’t easily uncomfortable with a bit of “almost nudity,” (only on console) then this game might not be for you. If so! All you have to do to earn every trophy, plus the platinum, is complete the game once and then you are also rewarded with an entertaining narrative of a student trying to find his place in his new school!

#2: Unpacking - Witch Beam

This is a relaxing organizing game for those who like to be cozy while hunting for their trophies! The player “unpacks” an intriguing story while settling into different places -- see what I did there? The trophies are very easy to obtain and if you take a peek at them ahead of time, you can even get all of them in one playthrough!

#1 - What Remains of Edith Finch - Giant Sparrow

Although you may not be able to get all of the trophies in one run, the narrative of Edith will take you on a wonderfully chilling journey of a family curse and death. The trophies are simple while only being short of just 10 of them all the while you are guaranteed a story you will not forget. This personally is one of my favorite story-driven games I have ever played

#video games #my name is mayo #paw patrol #sakura swim club #unpacking #what remains of edith finch #trophies #achievement hunting #trophy hunting tips #story #ps4 #playstation

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adrianoesteves · 2 years

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#carl friedrich abel #baroque #viola da gamba #shirley edith hunt #Antique

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devonellington · 1 year

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Tues. Jan. 24, 2023: Digging Out

image courtesy of Richard Duijnstee via pixabay.com Tuesday, January 24, 2023 Waxing Moon No Retrogrades Snowy and cold Whew! Finally, we are done, for a brief shining moment with retrogrades, since Uranus went direct on Sunday the 22nd. Which was also Chinese Lunar New Year, and we are now in the Year of the Water Rabbit. Which is why tomorrow was chosen as the launch day for ANGEL…

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lazlo-vampire-author · 2 years

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Blog: Back to the Future - Lazlo Ferran

Blog: Back to the Future – Lazlo Ferran

This week: Social Networking website dev and RDF, Lord of the Rings radio series, review of La Vie en Rose (Edith Piaf biopic). No sneak preview this week. God! Another week when I haven’t a clue what to write. I will just have to wing it! Social Networking Site This week’s blog title is due to my first tentative steps into the AI world of Web 3.0. For the last two or three years – since…

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#Aggregate #Drupal #Edith Piaf #J. R. R. Tolkien #La Vie en Rose #Lord of the Rings #Lord of the Rings Radio #MySQL #NoSQL #PHP #RDF #Social Network #The Hunt for Gollum #triplets

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haruhar-u · 6 months

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“A rose upon you”

Rook x g/n reader, fluff

A/N: damn this is finished earlier than I thought it’s be finished. I did struggle to write his dialogue so I apologize if it’s ooc

edited but not beta read

The first day, it was a red rose that smells vaguely of apples. Then it was a box of your favourite chocolates. The rose had a velvety garnet bow with gold trim around the edges. In gold embroidery was the initial "R.H." Seriously, who is this admirer of yours? You sat on the couch in Ramshackle’s lounge, holding the two items in your hands. Oh, Ace was there too. Your flaming tuna cat and Deuce were out buying snacks at Sam’s.

"Oooh,” Ace cooed at you in a teasing manner, almost like when in elementary school a boy and a girl get called to the board together, or even in the same group, for that matter.

“Shut up.” You elbowed Ace in the ribcage, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to get the message at least. You looked closely at the ribbon around the rose, softly tracing your finger over the embroidered initials. Ugh. Everything this person did made your heart race. You weren’t even sure you could think straight.

“Yo, look.” Ace pointed out the embroidered initials. "Obviously, that could be Rook Hunt…..he’s the only one crazy enough to do this anyway.”

Rook Hunt….? The vice of Pomefiore. You will admit the two of you have gotten oddly close as of recently. He’d always try to help you with your work and would suggest you two go to the oddest places together. Such as the woods. At 3am. Why????

“I’m gonna go on a….walk?” You tell Ace and get off the couch and put on your fuzzy jacket and boots. You all but gently open the door. The icy winter air blasts on your face as you step out, snow crunching under your boot.

You don’t have to trek out much further until you hear someone call out “mon trickster” from the bushes. At this point, you’re not going to question why he was in your bushes in the first place.

“Were you the one behind... well, all this?" You ask bluntly, approaching him with the rose in hand. He steps out to hold the rose in his hand, gazing at the ribbon.

“Of course it was me. I thought you needn’t have to put much thought into it!!” He says all dramatically. “-Name- do you accept my confession of love??”

Your name instead of a nickname in French?! Does that mean he’s more serious than you originally thought? You take a moment to think about it. After all that happened in Styx, the Pomefiore vice was with you every step of the way. He always made sure to check on you to make sure you’re okay, both physically and mentally. Sometimes it’d be by tapping on your window at 3 a.m., but that was his way of showing affection. “I do.” You say when you finally come to an agreement with yourself.

“Magnifique!” He grabs your hand abruptly, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I have so much for you to witness.” He pulls you off into the nearby forest, presumably to read you some poetry. The snow-capped trees looked a lot more inviting with him by your side. Forever and always.

Taglist : @xen-blank @krenenbaker @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @whspermy-name @the-banana-0verlord

#rook hunt #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x yuu #rook hunt x mc #rook twst #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #Brief appearance of ace trappola

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busycloudy · 6 months

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200 Follower Event!

"Welcome to Cloudy cafe, how may I be of service?"

DRINKS Coffee - Fluff Tea - Angst (Remember I'm still new to this) Latte - HC's FOOD Croissant - Cuddling Tarts - With someone that teases Cookies - Wearing their clothes Cupcakes - Baking with them Cheesecake - A relaxing night with them Tiramisu - Getting sick Donuts - In a flower field with them Carrot cake - Shopping with them Chocolate lava cake - Arguments Cannoli - Taking care of children Crème caramel - Apologies Muffin - They walk in to see you crying Brownie - Walking with them Cinnamon Rolls- More and more kisses(Are u kissing them repeatedly or is it the other way around?) LOLLIPOPS Rose - Riddle Rosehearts Club - Trey Clover Diamond - Cater Diamond Heart - Ace Trappola Spade - Deuce Spade Lion - Leona Kingscholar Hyena - Ruggie Bucchi Wolf - Jack Howl Octopus - Azul Ashengrotto Dorsal Fin - Jade Leech Tail Fin - Floyd Leech Headress - Kalim Al-Asim Cobra - Jamil Viper Crown - Vil Schoeinheit Huntsman - Rook Hunt Apple - Epel Felmeir Skull - Idia Shroud Soul - Ortho Shroud(Platonically!) Dragon - Malleus Draconia Bat - Lilia Vanrouge Lighting - Sebek Zigvolt Knight - Silver Cat - Chenya Fire - Grim(Platonically!) "Do choose wisely my dear..." The cafe (may) close on November 25th ----------------------------------- A/N: Thank you, stars so, so much for 200 followers! This journey has been an amazing one, and the people I've met along the way have been even better! You all mean the world to me and I hope you have a sunny day! Request Rules TAGS @silvers-numberonefan @eynnwwyjth @dove-da-birbb @angelhairpastawithherbs @red-viewe @twistwonderlanddevotee @citrusitonit @queen-shiba @duskymrel @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @azulashengrottospiano @v-anrouge @haruhar-u @leonistic @xxoomiii @edith-is-apparently-a-cat@saturnslastgoodbyes @moonlitnyx @hydra-sea @xen-blank @officialdaydreamer00 @minty-bubblegum

#☁️cloudy's events⁠☆#☁️cloudy writes⁠☆

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months

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Blue Blood and Rain [2]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info •ko-fi•

Summary: The King invites Hugo for a ride. And for some reason, you too.

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A/N: I have still totally made up servant/nobel dynamics because I wanted to and also let's forget about the plot of the film, yes?

Warnings: overuse of italics, typos, power dynamics because he's the king, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2522

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“Need any help there?” The Earl of Delton’s voice ran up your spine like a clammy hand. The implications were clear.

You shouldn’t be here.

And you couldn’t agree more.

“No thank you, my lord.” You said as curtly as you could get away with as you mounted the horse in one quick smooth motion.

Hugo beamed, missing Delton’s jibe because of course he did. “She’s a better rider than me, Johannes.” He said happily, addressing Delton.

Delton raised an eyebrow, keeping his gaze solidly on you for a moment before he turned to Hugo and began discussing their lands.

You breathed in deeply, trying to calm yourself and shrug off your nerves. But you kept thinking back to the night before. To you encounter in the stables.

Part of you had thought it was a dream, believing that there was no other way to explain it. But then, after breakfast, a servant had come to Hugo to tell him that the King had requested he join him for a ride and small hunt.

Which had been fine.

Until the servant almost mentioned you had been requested too.

Hugo had practically preened. “Invited by the King!”

“This is an exceptional opportunity to increase our standing with him,” Edith had been equally giddy while you helped her son get ready. Your stomach twisted itself in knots.

Would the King call you out as a harlot the second he laid eyes on you? Would you be thrown from the castle without a single coin to your name?

“He must have been impressed by my praising of you yesterday.” Edith smiled warmly at you.

You swallow. “Me, my lady?”

“Of course!” She laughed, “I told him all about your prowess with a bow.”

“As did I!” Hugo grinned. “He surely must want a demonstration.”

You nodded uneasily.

“Now, now,” Eidth patted your shoulder affectionately, “do not worry, do not dwell on it. Nothing you can do would cause embarrassment to our name.”

“Hmm.” You nod and try your best to smile.

When you’d arrived with Hugo at the stables, you had helped him mount Stefan and assumed you would be accompanying the group of noblemen on foot.

The head stablehand had surprised you though, recognising you from the day before when he saw you with Stefan.

“You’re Earl of Bowhale’s servant, yes?”

You nodded.

He had smiled kindly, “his Highness requested this horse be made ready for you.”

“For me?”

Your utter look of dismay made him smile again, pityingly. “For you.”

The horse was a chestnut stallion, a hand smaller than Stefan. You had stroked him a little, trying to get a judge of his temperament.

Stefan had whinnied, obviously not liking that your attention was on someone else.

You give Stefan a sympathetic smile. “What’s his name?”

“Alaric.” The head stablehand nods.

“Alaric.” You repeat.

“One of the King’s own.”

That doesn’t sit well in your stomach.

You wait a little nervously outside with the others.

“That’s a fine horse you have there, my lady.” The young man smiled at you as he encouraged his own horse to take a few steps closer to you. You recognised his family crest as Whitehaven.

Your mind short circuited a moment, trying to explain that this wasn’t your horse and that you were not a member of a noble house at the same time. Your mouth hung open, panic gripping your chest as you started to speak.

And that was when a nearby servant announced the King.

You jumped, forgetting yourself for a moment, until everyone else bowing around you reminded you to do the same. You kept your eyes trained on the floor.

“Now, now, there’s little need for that.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he addresses the group. “My ego isn’t that big.”

There’s a light chuckle amongst the nobels, and you relax ever so slightly.

As you look back up though, his eyes are trained on you.

He smiles and you look away quickly.

Heat rises to your skin as you feel his eye roam over you for a long moment before he clears his throat and gently pulls on the reigns of his horse. “Let’s head out.”

There are twenty one of you in total. The King, seven nobelmen, and thirteen servants.

You fall to Hugo’s side a step behind, mirroring what other servants seem to be doing for their corresponding lords.

The King leads. He talks candidly to the other lords, ignoring you completely and you start to relax.

The group follows the trail into the forest, all being far too loud to actually hope to catch anything. But you’ve gathered that this is much more of a ‘let’s have a chat’ hunt, than ‘we need to find dinner’ one.

The servant of Lord Shepten rolls his eyes when his master drones on about the lack of rainfall the past two months, and you both share a smile.

Despite the Lord’s bemoaning the stream running parallel to the trail is moving strong. It widens, quickly being joined by other streams and becomes a small river. The water level isn’t particularly deep, easy for a horse to move through without getting their rider’s feet wet, but the bank is sunken down and steep. A bit of a sudden drop, and not something that you, or a horse, could easily climb out of.

As the time stretches on you fall further back as Hugo moves closer to the King. It’s nice to see him so exctied, passionately talking to the King about his lands.

You’ve been riding for nearly forty minutes, the Earl of Delton being the only person to fire a shot. A waste of an arrow at some bird he couldn’t even see properly, when you come to a makeshift bridge across the river.

The King stops.

The bridge itself looks… uncooperative. Rickety. And narrow. Barely wide enough for one horse at a time. But you can see the care that has been taken in making it. How the wooden logs have been tied and stacked.

“We’ll cross here.” The King says.

A few of the Earl’s exchange looks.

“Here, Your Highness?” Delton questions, a touch of nervousness in his voice.

King John smiles at him, but the expression is anything but kind. “Is that a question?”

“No sire, I…” Delton swallows and his manservant speaks for him.

“My lord was simply checking that he heard you correctly, your Highness.”

King John nods to the servant. A much politer action than his words to the Earl.

“Should we dismount?” The Earl of Cotington asks.

“No need.” The King clicks his tongue and flicks his reigns, his horse moves surely, smartly walking over the bridge with no trouble at all. When he has reached the other side you notice the King clicks the fingers of his left hand and your horse moves forward without your command.

“Hey,” you pull on the reigns.

“Pay no mind,” the King calls from the other side. “Alaric doesn’t like to be outdone.”

You glare at him as your horse moves across the bridge, before you remember yourself. You catch the King’s grin of amusement at your expression as you look away.

“Seems your servant can’t control such a beast.” Delton says to Hugo, loudly.

You bite your lip and barely manage to resist turning your head and telling him that his mother is a whore.

You miss the scowl that crosses the King’s face at Delton’s comment.

Just as you suspected, the bridge is firm and steady, and Alaric moves with intention.

But nerves swim in your stomach, pull at your lungs. There was no way that Alaric moved simply because he wanted to. King John had signalled him with that click.

The second all four hooves are on firm ground the King’s horse moves back a step. There’s a small crunch, then crash as the bridge collapses into the river.

There is an exclamation from the other side, the Earls all shouting over the top of each other in a rather dramatic display.

The King however stays calm, a small smile on his lips when you glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s fine!” He calls out to the others, silencing them immediately. “We will cross further up and travel back to the castle and meet you there.”

There are some faint grumbles and exclamations of dismay before King John guides his horse towards the path, grinning wildly once his back on turned to the Earls. “Come on, servant.” He hisses.

You swallow nervously and follow him further into the forest.

It’s only a few paces until the path widens and he falls back so that he is riding next to you.

You stare straight ahead, every muscle in your body tensed. In your peripheral vision, you can see him looking at you with a bemused smile.

He lets the silence hang for a moment, seemingly savouring your discomfort.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks politely enough, though there's an undercurrent to his tone that riles you up.

You frown as you look at him and he chuckles.

“You certainly did run off quickly last night.”

You look away from him quickly, hear rising to your face.

“I should be insulted.” He continues to tease, but panic still grips your chest.

“I did not mean to cause you insult, I…” you blurt out and then pause when you see his expression and scowl at him. “You’re mocking me.”

“Only a little.”

Your frown deepens and he laughs. The sound is not unkind.

“You made the bridge collapse, didn’t you?” You ask.

For a moment you think he’s going to deny it, but he nods, still grinning. “I did.”

“How?”

“It was set up to.”

“Yes but how-”

“Let a king have his secrets.” He smiles sweetly and it’s infuriating.

You seethe for a moment, breathing deeply. “You also have Alaric well trained.”

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“To come to you whenever you gesture.”

Genuine amusement blooms on his face. “I am pleased that you didn’t miss that.” It sounds oddly like praise coming from his tongue.

“All this just to talk to me?”

He shrugs but nods.

“You could have just ordered me to see you.”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” He moves a little closer to you. “Besides wasn’t this more theatrical?”

You can’t help but smile slightly. “I did not know you had a love for the dramatic, your Highness.”

“One must have their vices.” He says quietly.

You both ride in silence for a moment.

“What is your horse's name?” You nod your head towards the white mare.

“Guinevere.”

She pulls at the reigns slightly when she hears her name.

“I didn’t take you as a lover of Arthurian legend, your Highness?” You inject a slight tease into your voice hesitantly.

But you needn't have worried, his eyes light up happily. “It seems there’s a lot of misguided views you hold about me? I am to be feared. I have no love of stories.” He tuts in jest. “Someone must be spreading false rumours about me around the kingdom.”

He looks at you again and your stomach twists. It’s such a gentle gaze. Something you feel almost undeserving of.

You shake your head and look down at your reigns.

There is another stretch of silence, but this one is more comfortable.

After a while, you come to a clearing and the King reaches out, lightly touching the back of your hand. He points to the far side where deer are grazing.

For a moment you think he means for you to draw your bow, but he just looks at them happily. “They often graze here.”

“You hunt them here?”

He shakes his head. “Not in the meadow. I like there to be spaces that the deer feel as ‘safe’, it encourages them to stay in the forest and not move too far on.”

You nod.

“We could stop here for a moment, rest?” The question in his voice gives you pause. It seems strange for a noble to ask your opinion like this, let alone the King.

“Are you tired, your Highness?” You tease and he chuckles as he dismounts.

To your surprise he moves to your left side, his hand outstretched to help you down. You swallow, a little giddy as you touch his fingers, allowing him to help you get down.

His other hand lightly touches your hip as your feet touch the grass.

“Should we hook their reigns to a tree?” You ask, gesturing your head towards the horses.

“No need,” he keeps a hold of your hand. “They will not wander.”

Both Guinevere and Alaric have started to nibble at the vegetation underfoot.

King John guides you to a tree. It is old, with a thick heavy bark and a wide canopy.

“I used to sit under this tree as a child and read.” He smiles at the memory for a moment before he looks back to you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “When I was trying to hide from my Princely duties.”

“I did not take you as someone who would shy away from your responsibilities, your Highness?” Your voice comes out surprisingly sure of itself despite the nerves squeezing your throat.

His grin widens. “Well, it looks like that someone who spreads false stories about me is at least whispering one positive one into your ear.” He reaches out, using his free hand to softly touch your cheek.

You swallow nervously, the action making a loud clicking sound. He seems to take great amusement at your obvious distress and leans a fraction closer.

“Why did you run off so quickly last night?” He raises his eyebrows at you playfully. “I didn’t even get a goodbye kiss.”

“I’d argue that you did.” You whisper, your voice timid. But he laughs kindly.

“I suppose you could be correct.” He drops his hand from your face, but extends his arm.

You take it, a little hesitantly.

You walk around the meadow, the King stopping and pointing out different plants and trees as you go, giving you snippets of facts and tales he’d read or been told, before you make your way back to the horses.

He offers to help you mount, and you accept without a second thought.

Your nerves had all but disappeared by the time you near the castle. His company has turned oddly pleasant as he continues to talk. But what is the most puzzling thing is how he stops, asks you your thoughts and listens intently to your answers.

Just before you both enter the castle grounds he stops you, and places a pendant in your hand without a chain. It’s heavy, bearing the seal of the King.

You frown, but don’t get a chance to ask any questions.

“Come to my rooms tonight, after dinner. Show that to the guards, they’ll let you in.”

“Your H-”

“I’ll take ‘no’, as a personal slight.” He grins wickedly, giving you a quick wink before he turns Guinevere and trots into the grounds.

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The Rare Bookseller, Part 44: Alexander's Vain Hope

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tw: conditioning, captivity, blood drinking, toxic possessiveness

September 1925

"So Fitz is visiting soon? Well, now, no wonder you've perked up! And here I thought it was just your new thrall," said Ruth, laughing. "So when is your lover boy arriving, hm?"

Lex groaned. "Please don't call him that. And he'll be here in about a week and a half. He won't be staying long, unfortunately."

"If I don't get to see him, please send Fitz my regards, then," said Ruth. "I remember back when he was your favorite thrall..."

"Mmm." Lex remembered too, all too well. He'd had Fitz as a thrall for such a short time, and as a vampire for so many years now, but in the cold remains of his heart, he still thought of Fitz as human -- warm, delicious, bursting with life.

"Your new thrall is quite an excellent choice, though," said Edith, seemingly noticing Lex's malaise. "Lily was quite right. You needed a decent thrall. This Oliver will be very good for you, I can tell."

"I certainly think so," said Lex, dragging his thoughts back to the present. "That is, if I can protect him from my sire. I'm sure you know how he -- "

"Oh, that's right! I remember what I wanted to discuss with you, Lex," Ruth interrupted. "Remember how you were looking for witches?"

"Yes..."

"I've heard a lot of rumors lately of a vampire hunter new in the city. She's only staked a few vampires, and no one worth mentioning, but she's been raiding thralls from a few of the more established manors." Ruth leaned forward dramatically. "Apparently, this hunter has witch heritage, and has the power to resist a vampire's aura and avoid enthrallment."

Lex's eyes widened. He'd been looking for something like this for years, in the hopes that he could gain the power to defy his sire's power over him and free himself once and for all. But the fact that he'd been looking for so long with little success made him temper his hopes. "Do you believe that? That's what every two-bit vampire says after a narrow brush with death -- that the hunter was a witch, that their enthrallment just didn't work. Nine times out of ten, they're just ashamed of their own weakness."

"What if I told you I heard it from Evelyn? One of her thralls was taken from her servants' quarters a week ago."

"Evelyn? A hunter stole a thrall from Evelyn?" She was one of the oldest and most formidable vampires in the city, almost as old and as feared as Alexander's sire. She most certainly wasn't the type to lose easily to any hunter, or else she'd have been turned to dust long ago. "And Evelyn believes the hunter had witch blood?"

"She said she could smell the witch all over her manor, and that when she used her powers, they had no effect on hunter."

"Witch blood has been incredibly rare in this region for decades now," said Edith. "Are you sure?"

"All I know is what I've heard through the grapevine."

Edith was right, of course. Witch blood was rare in the region because they had all been mercilessly hunted by vampires in the years before Lex was sired. His sire, it was said, was a major part of these hunts, and some of the thralls Lex remembered from his sire's manor in the early days were witches. The smell of magic in their blood was intoxicating, almost impossible to resist, but the one time he'd given into his urges, he'd been starved for months as a punishment.

But their blood quality was not what primarily interested Lex. No, he was interested in the ability, rare even among witches, to defy a vampire's power. If this hunter truly had the secret...

"Lex?" Lily shook him gently. "What are you thinking?"

"Hm?" His thoughts returned to the sitting room, where his guests were looking at him. "Ah, my apologies. I seem to have been rather in my own head."

"When are you not?" said Lily.

He should turn the subject to more cheerful matters -- after all, it wasn't every night he entertained company. "Oh, Ruth, I wanted to ask -- did you look into the matter I wrote you about?"

"Oh, yes, I did!" She rummaged around in her large bag for a moment, pulling out a manila envelope tied with string. "I have some papers you'll find interesting."

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll write you a check for the time spent before you go."

Ruth waved him off. "No need. I'm fine with you owing me a favor."

"Very well," said Lex, smiling as he opened the packet and rifled through it.

"Would it be intruding if I asked what this was?" said Edith, leaning in.

"My thrall, Oliver, ran the most charming bookshop before he was taken. I'm taking steps to ensure it transfers into my name once he's formally declared dead." He closed the envelope, satisfied. "In better days, I'd like for him to be able to run his bookshop. It's his passion."

Edith nodded approvingly. "That's very sweet. You're so generous with your thralls."

"I do try. I really do."

----

"You're planning something reckless, aren't you?"

Ruth and Edith had both gone home, but Lily had hung behind to chat with Lex in the library. He already knew why.

"No, not at the moment. But if the rumor is true, if there is a witch who knows the secret to nullifying a vampire's power..."

Lily groaned. "Are you a glutton for punishment? Do you yearn for our sire's dungeons? You know what he'll do to you if you try and fail to kill him. Again."

"So what's the alternative, then?" Lex said, temper flaring. "Never trying? Don't you want to be free?"

"I don't want to see you get tortured just as you're getting back on your feet!" Lily was getting equally heated. "Maybe encouraging you to take Oliver was a mistake. I foolishly thought you had learned your lesson."

"Oh? And what lesson is that?"

"Not to fall in love with thralls!"

Lex nearly choked on his breath, his chest tightening. "I'm not in love with Oliver."

"And yet you're already planning to risk everything for him. I remember the last time you acquired a thrall and immediately started coming up with schemes to kill our sire -- when you fell for Fitz."

"And again I'm going to ask you what you think the alternative is," said Lex, not so subtly dodging that line of thought. "Remaining under the Maestro's whip forever?"

"The alternative is to try and be content with what you have," she said. "You have so much, Lex. You have the manor and the library, you have a perfect thrall, and need I remind you that you have a very handsome and eager vampire lover."

"And that's exactly the reason why I need to kill my sire, because Fitz will never be safe as long as he's alive. And I can't bear to go through the same thing with Oliver, Lily, you know I can't take it."

Lily sighed, relenting. "God damn you, Lex. I know I can't talk you out of this when you get this stubborn. Even if I did, Fitz would talk you right back into it. Neither of you have any sense of self-preservation."

"I'm plenty preserved. I'm 132, and I've spent most of that time locked away in this manor or our sire's, marinating in my feelings like a pickle in a jar, every day the same." Lex looked out of the window at the stars, just barely visible above the glare of gaslights. "I want to live with my own thoughts, and not a dark shadow pulling at them as he pleases. I want to travel. I want to have my precious lover and my precious thrall all to myself without having them yanked away from me at my sire's discretion." He turned back to Lily. "Don't you? Don't you want to be free, too?"

Lily looked so small, less like the confident conditioning expert striding through the halls of the auction house, and more like the terrified but still defiant human she was when she first met Lex. Chained to the wall in the Maestro's manor, feet bleeding from her body being forced to dance, knife and whip marks marring her skin. Somehow, her spirit wasn't broken then. Lex didn't think it was broken now. Not truly. In his experience, anyone who underestimated Lily would be swiftly put in their place.

"You know that I do," she said. "But I also know how this story always ends. That's why I've made my peace."

Lex pushed a hand through his messy hair. "Look, I'll make sure this is all on me. You won't be pulled into this. He'll never know you knew a thing about it."

"Of course he will," said Lily with a sharp laugh. "He always knows."

"I'll be careful," he insisted. "This is all just a rumor anyway, even coming from Evelyn. It's probably nothing. But if it isn't -- if there's really a power I can use to get past our sire's defenses -- I could never forgive myself if I didn't find it. We might never get that kind of opportunity again."

Lily threw up her hands, relenting. "You're right, fine, Lex, you're right. Just don't let all of Oliver's rich blood get to your head. Don't invoke our sire's wrath because you went all soft-hearted over a thrall."

"I'll try not to."

"You won't, but I'm glad you're at least pretending you will." She smiled. "And when Fitz gets here, we'd better all go out on the town together, for old time's sake. Don't forget."

"I won't forget. Consider it a deal."

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Oliver was bustling about the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting the remaining sandwiches in the icebox. Lex couldn't help but watch him silently from the kitchen door. He could smell the delicious blood from there, and after all that socializing, Lex was hungry.

But he didn't want to interrupt Oliver while he was in the middle of something. Besides, it was nice to watch him. Nice to have a thrall in the house once again.

...But Lily was out of line. He wasn't in love with Oliver. He just wanted to protect what was his.

Fitz was probably going to be a tad jealous of him anyway, even though he had nothing to be jealous about. The only solution, naturally, would be to share Oliver with Fitz -- he just knew Fitz was going to love him if he gave him a chance.

Fitz was the only one Lex would willingly share a thrall with, and the thought was so much sweeter than the nightmare of having to share Oliver with his sire. He could just imagine how lovely Oliver would look as Fitz's enthrallment took hold of him, how gorgeous Fitz would look when he was satisfied from feeding.

And Lex's mind supplied him with another fantasy, one that was impossible and wistful. Fitz as he was as a thrall, so warm and so delicious. Lex possessing them both, filling their minds with enthralling song, feeding from them and watching them curl up on the couch with him in a pleasurable daze. The dream long lost, because as much as he loved Fitz as a vampire, he was far superior as a thrall.

His heart's desire, if he still had a heart.

Thrall or vampire, Fitz and Oliver both belonged to him. And he was absolutely sick of his sire violating his rightful companions and possessions.

Lex shook his head. He had to get a grip. His need for blood was driving him too far into his darker impulses. Thankfully, Oliver was finishing up and could very well provide relief.

As Oliver drained the dishwater and dried his hands, Lex came up behind him, loosely pinning him against the sink. "Did you have a nice time tonight, Oliver?"

"Oh, yes, sir," he said, somewhat flustered. "It was very good to talk to other thralls for a while. I hope to get the chance again."

"You will," said Lex, his control slipping now that he was so close to Oliver. Oliver could certainly tell, as his eyes were already starting to go glassy from Lex's aura. Lex nestled into the space between his shoulder and neck and began to sing quietly, a simple song of pleasure and obedience.

"Sir..." Oliver's muscles began to go slack as he relaxed and fell easily under Lex's spell. "Master..."

The mesmerized bliss on Oliver's face was a sight that Lex doubted he would ever tire of. "I wish to feed from you now," he said, moving in closer to the soft skin of his thrall's neck. "Would that be all right?"

"Yes, master," said Oliver. So eager, so willing. "Please, sir, I'd love for you to feed."

Lex wove a promise of protection into his song, hoping to reassure his dear thrall as he sank in his fangs and lapped at the blood.

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Mama’s Boy

my first writing on this account!! im actually pretty proud of this, despite the fact that i wrote it on my phone in probably 2 hrs lol.

TW for mentions of alcoholism and guns

König’s mother taught him to shoot. Before he even thought of joining the military, back when he was simply Edie’s boy- “the tall one, not the blond,”- from down the street. No one in the small town of Heugraben bothered with his all-too-common name. There were probably three Lukases from down the street, and he had yet to think of using his middle name, so Edith’s boy he became.

Edith was a small, stocky woman, with dark hair that had begun to gray at the roots. Her calloused hands guided König’s fingers to wrap around the trigger of the BB gun he had received for his twelfth birthday. He had been asking for one- his father would take him on hunting trips when he was sober enough to care, and König, young, naïve König, still held out hope that the man would return one day. He wanted to be able to impress his father with his marksmanship.

Edith had finally relented, and after a lengthy safety lecture that König barely paid attention to in his vibrating excitement, Edith set up some of Cristoph’s old practice targets in their vast backyard.

“Your hands are shaking, little prince,” she chastised, and reached out to steady him.

“Sorry, Mama.”

“No need for that,” Edith scoffed. She maneuvered König’s arms to the proper position and flicked the safety off. “Hold it up so the butt is against your shoulder,” Edith said. König received an admonishing flick to the back of the head when he giggled at her phrasing.

“Ow!” König turned to his mother with a pout. “If you keep flicking me like that, I’ll have a hole in my head!”

“Hm, maybe if you did I could finally dig around in there and get the cobwebs out,” Edith knocked on the crown of König’s head with her knuckles. He grumbled under his breath and Edith chuckled. “Alright, enough of that. Hold the end of the gun against your shoulder.” König did so, and Edith nodded. “Now look down the barrel of it. See the bump at the end? That’s the sight. That’s how you aim.”

König squeezed his left eye shut and pointed the sight at the target. His vision was a little blurry up this close, but he didn’t mention it.

“Now what?” He asked quietly.

“Now you line up the shot, and shoot.”

König tightened his grip on the gun, aimed, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. The sound startled him a bit and he stumbled back into his mother’s chest.

“Good job, Lukas!” Edith planted a kiss on top of König’s head (though she had to pull him down by the shoulders to do so) and clapped him on the shoulder. “Look- you hit it.”

König looked, and sure enough, he hit the target. Not a bullseye, but he hit it. A grin spread across his face, all crooked teeth and chubby cheeks, and he turned around to his mother.

“Papa’s gonna be so surprised when he comes back- he’ll finally let me help him on his hunting trips!”

Edith’s smile pinched and she took in a deep sigh. “Of course he will, my little prince.” She patted König’s shoulder and tried not to let her smile waver, lest she ruin König’s hope.

His brothers were older- they knew Cristoph wouldn’t come back. König, sweet, shy, wide-eyed and cherub-cheeked, in all his childlike innocence, couldn’t possibly imagine such a thing.

But of course, Papa never came back, as papas tend to do. Edith’s graying roots became salt-and-pepper, and the bags under her eyes deepened. König grew into his body, shooting up like a beanstalk even more than he had already, and by seventeen he had reached a mammoth six feet nine inches.

He had finally realized that being Lukas G. was frustrating, so suddenly, he was König. His middle name was fitting, as he certainly looked the part of a king- a towering, broad boy, with a crown of red hair, courtesy of Cristoph’s genes. His baby fat had mostly sloughed off, replaced by muscle, but his Oma still pinched his chubby cheeks as he said his goodbyes. He leaned down, nearly doubling over, so she could kiss him on the forehead.

“Stay safe, little prince,” she said with a smile.

“I will. I promise,” König shouldered his duffel bag and turned to his mother.

“Don’t go growing up on me while you’re gone,” Edith choked out through tears, “Come back for Hanukkah. And call, or write- I need to hear from you, okay?”

“I know, Mama. I will, I promise. I promise.” König hugged his mother as tightly as he dared. “I love you,” he said, face pressed against her hair.

“I love you too. So, so much,” she sighed, “now go.” Edith pulled away and shooed König off, into the military truck where his future laid.

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A Crimson Peak Timeline

(based on the art book, documents shown onscreen in the movie, and the character bios GDT wrote- where the bios don't contradict film canon. I've attempted to combine the two where contradicting elements are unavoidable.

Sometime during the reign of Charles II (1660-1685). Edward Sharpe created Baronet for services to the crown in providing clay for construction projects. Allerdale Hall built in the parish of Above Derwent, Cumberland, England.

1841. Carter Everett Cushing born the second son of six in an impoverished family that traveled the eastern US for his father's masonry business.

1863. Beatrice Alexandra Chetwynde, eldest daughter of a large, wealthy family, marries Baronet James William Sharpe. The marriage is contracted solely for the Chetwyndes' land, which adjoins the Sharpe estate.

April 1, 1865. Lucille Sharpe born.

Sometime between 1865 and ~1873. Carter marries 18-year-old socialite Eleanor Wyndham-Beckford, to the immense disapproval of her family. Though she is disowned and the couple struggles to make ends meet for years, Carter ultimately becomes a successful developer.

February 18, 1867. Thomas Sharpe born.

C. 1867-1872. The Sharpes employ a wet nurse- and later nanny -named Theresa, who would become the only adult to care about the children in their lives. She would ultimately be sacked after Beatrice caught young Lucille snuggling with her for warmth on a winter's night (on the grounds that a noble child should not be close with servants- a "crime" for which Lucille was beaten severely).

1876. 11-year-old Lucille murders her father with poison distilled from mine tailings, after he took Thomas on a hunting trip and left him in the woods to die of exposure.

Late 1876? A mining vein near Allerdale Hall collapses, killing several child mine-workers. I could have sworn I read somewhere that James foolishly dug a mining tunnel under the house shortly before his death, and that's what destabilized it, but I can't find it now.

October 9, 1877. Edith M. Cushing born, after Eleanor had suffered several miscarriages.

1878. Thomas and Lucille begin a secret sexual relationship.

Early August, 1879. Beatrice catches Lucille and Thomas together; Lucille murders her to keep their secret. The siblings try to run away together but are caught and brought back. Thomas is sent to live with an aunt and uncle in Whitehaven (who in turn send him to boarding school), while Lucille is forced into a mental institution.

Probably summer, 1885. Thomas finishes his schooling and rescues Lucille; they return to Allerdale.

1887. The Sharpe siblings travel to London seeking investors for Thomas' venture to reopen the mines. A wealthy, terminally ill gentleman, Major Richard Upton, takes a liking to Thomas and begs Thomas to marry his disabled daughter, Pamela. At Lucille's urging- since they're running out of both options and money -Thomas agrees. The two attempt to poison Pamela to death, but Lucille ends up strangling her instead.

Sometime between October 1887 and October 1888. Eleanor Cushing dies of cholera and appears to Edith as a ghost.

Early-mid 1890s. Carter and the recently widowed Mrs. McMichael have a brief flirtation that both Edith and Eunice oppose. Though it goes nowhere, the rift between the two girls is never healed.

Late October or November 1892. Edith (age 15) becomes infatuated with a 25-year-old poet who is having marital difficulties. After convincing Carter to hire him as a tutor, all unknowing, she confesses her feelings to him. He not only takes his leave of the Cushing family, but of Buffalo itself, quickly moving away with his wife and children.

1893. The Sharpes travel to Edinbrugh, where Thomas again finds no investors but does attract the attention of a 36-year-old widow of means, Margaret McDermott. Once again, he marries her and helps Lucille poison her, though she is ultimately killed via blunt force trauma.

Summer 1893. Edith asks her best friend, Alan McMichael, to kiss her so she can write about kisses more accurately. It means nothing to her, but sparks an unrequited passion in Alan

1896. Lucille falls pregnant by Thomas. He travels with her to Italy, which he loves and she despises. There he meets a wealthy woman named Enola Sciotti, widowed and bereaved of her only child, and decides of his own accord to marry and murder her in their usual fashion. The Sharpes and Enola return to Allerdale.

1897. Lucille is delivered of a son, who may or may not be sickly. Enola tries to care for her and the child, promising she can save him. The baby either dies of natural causes or Lucille smothers him under the conviction that his cries mean something is terribly wrong with him and he can't live- this is one contradiction in the bios vs. the movie that I prefer to leave vague, since it's possible not even Lucille remembers what happened. Either way, she blames Enola and dispatches her by unknown means. Thomas patents his excavating machine.

Late summer(?) 1901. Alan returns from studying medicine in London and sets up an ophthalmology practice in Buffalo. Edith's debut novel, Figures In The Mist, is rejected for publication by Oglivie and Sons. Thomas seeks investment in the mines from Cushing and Co., unsuccessfully. Edith and the Sharpes begin a friendship. Edith sees her mother's ghost for the second time.

September 14, 1901. President William McKinley dies after being shot at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo. I include this because the fact that the movie doesn't is hilarious to me.

October 21, 1901. At the Cushings' dinner party, Carter bribes the Sharpes to leave, instructing Thomas to break Edith's heart or he'll tell her about the marriage to Pamela. A deleted scene reveals that he was on the verge of relenting and investing in the mines when he read the private investigator's report.

October 22, 1901. Lucille murders Carter at his club, then departs to return to England. Thomas and Edith become engaged.

Late October-early November 1901. Thomas and Edith are married and travel to Allerdale.

November-December 1901 (possibly into early 1902?). The rest of the movie's plot.

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