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somehow-a-human · 1 month

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Deciphering the Angelic Language

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Oh boy, I'm finally tackling a post on this! I haven't seen a ton of discussion about this or progress and I think that's because it's very complicated. I've done a bit of work on it and I'm hoping by sharing here we'll be able to combine our brainpower and make some more progress!

SO! Let's get into it shall we?

Let's start with what we've been told about the Angelic Language:

An SFX team member said that the pillars in heaven "don't translate into words" (so maybe it translates into something like hex? ASCII?)

A speaker at Ineffablecon confirmed that the language "contains meaning and can be decoded"

According to the Chapter 6 VFX Breakdown video, "The creative team broke down the symbols into an alphabet of about 140 runes"

I'm going to start with that last bullet point. An alphabet of about 140 runes, which math-wise narrows down what type of alphabet we might be looking at. Specifically, I think it might point to Consonant/Vowel Pairs, which gives you 126 characters, then add in numbers and punctuation, you've got about 140. That's my best guess anyway.

The next thing i did was look at the Heaven CCTV footage of Gabriel FRAME BY FRAME to analyze the runes on the screen in these scenes. I think this is the best place to start for a number of reasons, first of all, being that the CCTV footage seems to only use a subset of the runes that don't include and modifications like extra dots or ticks. I consider them base runes.

Secondly, the runes cycle through a lot of changes here so it's a great place to look for patterns, and find patterns I did.

I found 4 sets of runes that cycle sequentially through a repeating pattern. Okay I'm going to do my very best to explain this.

The above we will call set A

The above we will call set B

The above we will call set C

The above we will call set D

The runes on the CCTV will *almost* always follow the sequence of their set, and when they reach the end of the set, they're marked with one of the following first two sequences below which I'm referring to as "indicator runes" after which they either repeat the same set or a different set.

The only time the runes change in the middle of a sequence is when they're denoted by the third row indicator runes before the change occurs.

So there does at least seem to be some pattern to the runes, at least when it comes to the ones used in the CCTV footage. These however are only about half of the total number of runes, the other half are derived from these initial ones, and have additional tick marks and dots added to them to add some sort of meaning and differentiation.

These screen grabs are from the Chapter 6 VFX Breakdown video, and during the lead in to these animations I think I can also say that the language is probably read right to left, as that's the direction the runes scroll in on the screen.

These scenes are also shown with a certain glowing overlay, so I'm wondering if when we can figure the language out, if there is an interesting message here to be read as well.

Anyway! If you have any other info or this has sparked any ideas about the language for you please let me know! I will continue to play with it and update when I have anything of note! :)

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one-coming-is-enough · 7 months

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IN CASE OF ZOMBIES:

INSTRUCTIONS:

"I mean, draw it in the air, draw it on the zombies, do a bit of a protection circle to trap them in and then hit up the four corners with the sigil to burst inward at them. Should do something. If nothing else, it'll stop them till you can reverse the whole...undead thing."

COMPONENTS:

Eihwaz - Power of/over life and death. Power of death and regeneration. Also defense. Death mysteries.

Hagalaz - Disruption, transformation.

Isa - Ice, stops all activities, delay, halt in progress.

Algiz - Protection from evil.

#good omens rp #zombie rune

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bookgeekgrrl · 8 months

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My media this week (27 Aug-2 Sep 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Unseen (Rath & Rune #2) (Jordan L. Hawk, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - back in Widdershins with Librarian Sebastian & his be-tentacled half-human lover Vesper Rune, trying to collect the evil Books of the Bound. The Rune brothers are also finding that unfortunately it's harder to cut ties with an abusive family than one might wish.

🥰 Pretend to Be Nice (Interdepartmental Cooperation #2) (seekwill) - 57K, GO Gabriel/Beelzebub - same universe as Golden Handcuffs, just as good as that fic - I love a fic where two jagged edged people learn to see how their broken pieces fit together

🥰 Unknown (Rath & Rune #3) (Jordan L. Hawk, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - On the hunt for the Book of Bone. Widdershins may know its own but the Old Families definitely still cause a lot of harm

😍 The 70 Days After Groundhog Day (Ptelea) - really great Batfam fic - Dick's POV, focusing on Jason & Dick but also about Jason's relationship to everyone after a 53-day timeloop that only Jason can remember

💖💖 +121K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

love you like rlb (orphan_account) - MCU: stucky, 3K - forever fave, reread - when Steve wakes up he finds the phrase 'love you like rlb' is world-famous, but no one knows why and he doesn't tell them, at least not immediately

No Place Like Home (asocialconstruct) - MCU: stucky, 5k - post-WS Bucky time travels to pre-war Stucky & sexy times ensue - always a fun, hot read

Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: steddie, 10K - forgot how much I love this fic with the hilarious tag 'he was a gator boi' & some extremely excellent monsterfucking

[Podfic] The Three-Steve Solution (seleneaurora) - MCU: stucky/samsteve/stony, 6K - excellently done podfic of a hilarious cracky fic with multiverse Steves of different omegaverse designations being kidnapped by baddies and their respective partners showing up to rescue them

[podfic] Doctor Feelgood (cricketsong1985) - MCU: stucky, 10K - fave, relisten- another great podfic - Bucky discovers one of Steve's kinks and sets out to make his fantasy real - hot sex but also I love how well their relationship is expressed

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Celebrity Jeopardy - s1, e5

Insane Pools: Off the Deep End - s1, e1

Leverage - s2, e5

Make Some Noise - s2, e1

Maine Cabin Masters - s1, e1-8; s8, e1-4

Harley Quinn - s4, e8

Um, Actually - s8, e12

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e9-10

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e5

D20: Mentopolis - "Grappling With Death" (s1, e4)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Random Sequence of Events" (s14, e4)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Villa de Vecchi

The Sporkful - A Garlic Dispute 20 Years In The Making

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - It’s Getting Hot in Here

Re: Dracula - August 30: Millions of Kisses

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 4 - Rob Corddry, Actor

Vibe Check - Introducing The Stacks with Traci Thomas

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - How to Quarantine in a Ghost Town

99% Invisible #551 - Office Space

Switched on Pop - Olivia Rodrigo’s Good Ideas

⭐ Song Exploder - Re-issue: Janelle Monáe "So Afraid"

Re: Dracula - August 31: Do Not Fail

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Weather Girls

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Crockett Craze

Dear Prudence - Relationship Podcasts Are Ruining My Friend's Life. Help!

Re: Dracula - September 1: Am Writing

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Suits And What's Making Us Happy

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Maine Windjammers

Welcome to Night Vale #233 - Citizen Spotlight: The Vampire of Lombardi Street

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Team Nobody Would Play

Re: Dracula - September 2: Suck From my Wound

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Inflammable Material [Stiff Little Fingers] {1979}

Nobody's Heroes [Stiff Little Fingers] {1980}

Funky Hangout

my Journey playlist

The '90s Ska Revival

Vintage Blues Reworked

Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads [Jimmy Buffett] {1992}

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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Masterlist <3

I started writing fanfics in late January this year, and I'm so glad you guys like it! 4 months and 50+ fanfics already!

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

A beautiful thing to picture, indeed.

One happy marriage.

Saltburn

Felix Catton

He would burn the world for her.

I love hearing about your day. SMUT

The cold ground provided no comfort.

Sweet little nothings.

So guilty.

Breakfast is ready.

It's like heaven. SMUT

Anything for you, beautiful girl. SMUT

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

A civilized meal.

Never been more thankful.

They're not gonna hit you.

Her saving grace.

Sweet mama.

Miller baby.

Two idiots in love. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (Finished series)

Mandalorian

Din D'jarin

His perfect little Cyar'ika.

You've made me worry.

Such a pretty sight.

I know you made her your riduur.

Good Omens

Crowley

He may always be a demon, but she still loves him.

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal x reader x Will

I see the way you look at her, William.

His carefully crafted web.

A predicament.

Terms of Endearment (drabble).

Will Graham

No Pajama Party for you, Mr. Graham.

Fishing 101.

Their safe hold.

So scared but so happy.

Polar

Duncan Visla

Four days of hell.

Midsommar

Pelle

That's a love rune. Casts a love spell.

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Are you scared of me, Princess?

Sparring.

Marcus Volturi

The Best Thing for Marcus.

Caius Volturi

The human did interrupt.

Sherlock BBC

Jim Moriarty

A deer in the headlights.

Harry Potter Universe

Barty Crouch Jr.

His betrothed. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

I hope I do.

Severus Snape

The astronomy professor.

Remus Lupin

Our needs. SMUT

James Potter

Feeling unwell.

OC stories:

Harry Potter universe:

The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x OC x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

................

I'm new to the whole writing side of things but I'm open to try requests!

Here's the link for what I write for!

Fanfic count: 59

#masterlist #imagine #fanfiction #fanfics

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val-of-the-north · 2 months

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More observations for the trailer I am going insane!!!

I can't claim the original observation of this candle tree detail is mine, but it's from a Japanese Twitter user, here's a screenshot of the post and a link to it as well [x]

The rest of this observation IS mine though, so let's get to it:

With all the talk of cardinal sin, Messmer having a few parallels to Lucifer as pointed out by some friends of mine [x] I have to wonder if he is the cause of a speculated first burning of the Erdtree.

If this is the first time you have heard about this concept, I'll give a short summary. You know how Leyndell is covered in ash by the time we reach it in-game, and how that goes unexplained? We know for a fact that must be the Erdtree's ashes because after we claim the Rune of Death and the Erdtree burns even more, the capital is entombed in it.

We are also told that the Age of Plenty, an age in which the Erdtree gave physical blessings from its sacred sap, swiftly came to a close and the tree had to be changed to simply an object of faith...

So the theory claims that the reason why the Age of Plenty ended so swiftly was due to the Erdtree being set on fire. In theory spaces, the go-to culprit for this speculated action has often been the Gloam-Eyed Queen, with her connections to fire (Blackflame specifically) and Destined Death, but now there's the possibility that this was all Messmer's doing after all. Promotional material and dialogue seems to really denote his affinity for scorching and setting things ablaze.

This probably also means he is the inventor of that scary flame construct that according to Miyazaki as per this interview [x] was an old war machine, no doubt used during this "unsung battle".

Another important part of Messmer's design is the two snakes, which point us back to the Age of Plenty! Godfrey likely ruled during and directly after that time, and the arenas were likely built because of him. It had to be during Godfrey's rule because by the time Radagon became Elden Lord the practices of the colosseums had died down, as told to us by the Ritual Sword and Shield Talismans:

One of the more interesting aspects of the gladiatorial battles that once took place is the snake symbolism on the gladiators' armor.

So the snake was a symbol of a generic "traitor to the Erdtree", and it predated Rykard's blasphemy by an entire age at least... so what if it wasn't generic at all and it represented Messmer himself? He might have been the perpetrator of a betrayal so foul that Marika removed all traces of his existence from her empire's history, but kept the symbol of the snake as a spiteful reminder of him and all other subsequent traitors. After all, she does seem to have power over which one of her children gets remembered or not, and if not her, then the collective of the Golden Order:

Do note that we don't know when she said this. It could have been while she was still at the height of her rule or right before the Shattering. What we do know for a fact is that the soulless demigods inside the Walking Mausoleums have no known history to speak of, which is quite unlike Godwyn, one of the more accomplished members of the family. So yeah, being forgotten by history might be something the Golden Order does to those they deem unfit, so Messmer could be a likely candidate for such treatment... except instead of doing nothing noteworthy he did TOO much lol.

Now I gotta wonder if Marika hated him more or less than her Omen babies. One could argue that locking them down in a sewer close to where she lives was done more as an obligation than any true resentment. She could have sent them to the Shadow Lands if she really wanted them gone and unaccessible, as that place seems filled with Crucible-related things...

I am not saying she was a good mother to them because she didn't kick them to the Shadow Lands, but perhaps she DID have some small affection for them that she really couldn't follow through with.

Of course, maybe she just couldn't banish them anymore after banishing Messmer for whatever reason (maybe she cut-off a connection to that realm?). However, the most likely possibility is that he WAS known like the many soulless demigods and that Mohg and Morgott predate him. It's just that while those two were born undesirable through no fault of their own and were thus only hidden away, he BECAME undesirable which was worse in Marika's eyes so he gets the extra banishment and the removal of all of his history... there are so many possibilities...

#elden ring #messmer the impaler #shadow of the erdtree #elden ring dlc #hi I am really excited if you couldn't tell #I'll try not to think about it too much for now since otherwise I'm gonna blow up because the info will never be ENOUGH #still I'm gonna speculate if some new cool revelation comes up #val-post

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hugsforvillains · 4 months

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Morgott the Omen King intrigues me on so many levels. There's some really good tragedy about his endless loyalty to an Order that (to my vague understanding) horrifically screwed him over for being born a bit funny-looking.

Each of his boss fights got progressively easier than the last as I developed a clue of how to play the game, got absolutely hench on runes, and accumulated better weapons and summons to help me. It adds to the theme of him fighting a losing battle against a single powerscaling jackass for the sake of a group that - at best - faintly tolerates him.

And in that last boss fight, he goes full True Believer in everything he says one a conceptual rather than a personal level. He doesn't even like most of the demigods! But the concept of the Golden Order is still somehow of value to the guy.

He calls the demigods a bunch of traitors but is still genuinely upset that he got Curse Juice all over their thrones during your deathmatch. And he knows that the tree won't let anyone in! What value does he see in any of this? The dude is overflowing with loyalty to a bunch of overpowered losers and a finicky tree that don't in any way deserve it.

He's an intriguing -by which I Iargely mean baffling- kind of guy. This quote is from...somewhere in-game and describes his motive:

"Though born one of the graceless Omen, Morgott took it upon himself to become the Erdtree's protector. He loved not in return, for he was never loved, but nevertheless, love it he did."

But like...all that for the tree? It's a very pretty tree, sure, but he must see something of value in it that I don't.

I do have to respect the guy for keeping his default attitude of "endless disdain" no matter how many legends and demigods the Tarnished keeps killing.

#elden ring #morgott #haven't gotten 100% of The Lore so i may be off with a few parts of this #morgott the omen king #wait a minute #unflinching loyalty to undeserving assholes #he's dogma tcw all over again

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khaire-traveler · 5 months

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Hi! Sorry, if it's not in your field, you can ignore it otherwise.

Do you have any advice for someone, who is got interested in very unpopular God to worship? Like, there is no temples, no hymns, no prayers, and, in my cases, even no myths. I would say the God is semi popular, like, people know Him, but don't worship. I already checked most popular websites. In my case it's Erebos, but, really, a lot of God's I want to worship and work with in future fall under this problem.

Hey, Nonny, thank you for the question!

Most deities I worship have myths of some kind that feature them, but some are simply mentioned by name, and that's about it. It can be frustrating and confusing to not find any information about a deity at all.

When it comes to this problem, the best thing to do, in my opinion, is look at general historical offerings for Chthonic (or Ouranic, but I believe Erebos would be considered Chthonic) deities. Most of what was offered to them was buried to return it to the earth, and when praying to Chthonic deities, ancient Greeks would sometimes knock or pound on the ground to "get their attention", as it was believed they lived below the surface of the earth. Burning offerings are more for Ouranic deities, as the smoke would travel up to Olympus, but I would say that if that's common for you, you're still welcome to do that. You obviously don't have to do things the exact same way as in history, but if you want to, the option is at least somewhat there. If you're going to throw away an offering because it's not safe for the environment to bury, just let the deity know that you're not doing it out of disrespect; that's typically what I do, and that seems to work fine.

Some common general offerings in ancient Greece include (but are not limited to): incense, honey, olive oil, water, flowers, herbs, fruits, grains, wine, and milk. You're more than welcome to give other offerings based on your own personal feelings and experiences (UPG)! For example, I like to give Loki (I know he's not a Hellenic god, but the example still applies) butterfly-related things as offerings because I have a UPG association of butterflies, despite the fact that's not historically verified. Your religion is your own, and especially with deities who are not mentioned often, you will have to base a lot on your own personal gut feelings.

As stated above, a lot of what you'll end up practicing will likely be rooted in UPG. Unfortunately, there aren't many sources for Erebos, so a lot of your practice may be based on general Chthonic deity worship in the past. My advice - and what has done me a lot of good personally - is establishing a reliable means of communication with Erebos. When you have a question or concern related to his worship, you can communicate with him directly and ask him what he'd like you to do! You can even ask him what symbols he would like you to associate him with, which he might express externally through signs and omens or through your dreams (that's based on my experience of asking the same of other deities). I personally find communication to be essential when it comes to worshipping lesser known or "unpopular" deities, as it has helped me countless times.

Deity communication doesn't have to be anything fancy, by the way; it can literally just be you praying or generally asking for a sign from the deity. I personally tend to pray and use tarot decks the most, but I've also found pendulum, ancient Greek runes, self-made runes, and shufflomancy to be helpful! Meditation is helpful, too, but I don't do much of that anymore because it's very difficult for me. There are endless ways to communicate with your deities, so just experiment, see what forms of communication work best for you, and utilize them however you see fit. Deity communication can be somewhat trial and error, so please don't feel discouraged if you don't immediately understand every single thing your deity is trying to communicate. It often takes some time and practice, and that's both entirely natural and completely ok.

When creating an altar for Erebos, I would stick to the typical way you'd make an altar for any other deity (if you want/are able to have a physical altar at all). For me, that looks like this: a candle to burn as a means of communication and offering in honor of the deity, imagery/statues of the deity, imagery/trinkets/etc of the deity's symbols (if any), imagery/trinkets/etc of symbols I personally associate with the deity, poetry/writings/drawings I made for the deity, devotional jewelry, and anything else that I see fit. Since he doesn't really have much you can associate him with historically, I would focus on creating your own associations with him. What are symbols you notice throughout your day that, for whatever reason, just remind you of Erebos? What are symbols he's sent to you in dreams or communications with him? What immediately comes to mind whenever you think of Erebos? These are some good questions to consider if you're having trouble finding things to associate him with!

Something else that can be helpful is finding or reaching out to others who worship the same deities. This can be really difficult, especially since the whole point of a "lesser known deity" is that they're lesser known, but sometimes you can get lucky and find other worshippers or even stumble across another worshipper's UPG/experiences with the deity. I would say that isn't super common, so I wouldn't stress it if you're unable to find others who worship Erebos; it can just be sometimes helpful to have that sense of community if you are able to find others. Even if you are the first to post or talk about a deity, I think that could still be helpful to you or others in the future because other interested people may reach out to or follow you, and that can be a great way to connect. That's entirely up to you and your comfort level, though, as it can honestly be really difficult to post about deities sometimes, even ones that are more well-known.

That's all the information I can think of off the top of my head. I hope that you find this all to be helpful in some way and that it can maybe help you get started. Thank you for the interesting question, and I hope you have a great day/night. 🧡☺️

#anon asks #answered asks #erebos #erebos deity #helpol #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism

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wowzah2nd · 1 month

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The Lioness and her Serpent lover: A forbidden love story (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Conceal Emotions

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5

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Within Hogwarts many secretes and mysteries were held some solved and discovered. The castle may hold many secretes but within those wall were student holding their very own secrets. Y/N potter being one of them holding a secret that would shock not only her brother and friends but the whole school it self. What is that secret you may ask well. She was dating non-other the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy

As the days passed, Y/N struggled to keep her emotions concealed from her oblivious brother. The weight of the secret relationship pressed on her, creating a rift between the twins who once shared everything.

After getting a good night's rest and attending your class you got ready for your last class of the day Care of magical creatures with Hagrid. It was a class where you were very excited about something you looked forward to. You headed down with Ron, Hermione and Harry honestly you didn't have other friends but them but that was mainly due to harry you never understood why he wouldn't let you just make friends of your own

As you were walking down the steps ron started to talk about divinations class and sirius black that the omen they got from class was serious and that harry could be in real danger

At time like this you were glad that you were to intertwined with that stuff cause he definitely scared you but you always someone got in the middle of their schemes

Hermione:Oh honestly Ron if you ask me divination is a very woolly all guess work if you ask me, now ancient runes that’s a fascinating subject

You always laughed when they argued seemed like they had a lot of chemistry and you never understood why they both couldn’t see it themselves

Ron: ancient runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking this term

Hermione: a fair few

That got you raising your eyes brow how was that possible you wondered

Ron: Hang on that's not possible

He paused for a second to think

Ron: ancient runes is at the same time as divinations you have to be at two class it once

Hermione: don't be silly ron, how could anyone be in two classes at once

After that hermione just started to mock the divination class she must have been very insulted if shes taking it this much to heart

But you really liked that class beside the part when harry got the grim it was interesting sadly you weren't that gifted either but you weren't to upset their were other magical professions you could try and right now was care of magical creatures

When you all arrived at hagrids hut you saw him gathering all the students so decided to gather around as told

Hagrid: i got a real treat for you all today

This go you excited

Hagrid: a great lesson, now follow me

You followed hagrid into the forest walking past trees and walking over logs it was such as lovely day for a lesson outside

As you arrived at your destination hagrid intrusted the student to stop chatting and form a group and open our books

Draco: Exactly how do we do that

At hearing that and worried draco would hurt him self i answer for hagrid to the surprised of him knowing the knowledge and other wanting to help a slytherin

Y/N: oh here draco you just stroke the spin of the book see

You showed draco with your own book and gave him a smile he did as you instructed and look at the book surprised it work

Draco: thanks potter

Y/N: no worries malfoy wouldn't want you hurting that pretty face

You giggle he would have laughed if other weren't looking so he decided to just be malfoy and stay silent at my comment

Hagrid: listen to what Y/N just said make sure to stroke the spin of the book to open then don't get yeer selves hurt

You walked back to your group but then noticed neville did stroke the spin of his book and was getting attacked oh neville you thought

Draco: Don't be such a wimp long bottom

Neville: im okay

He did not look okay within ripped clothes and was then attacked by the book again at that you did laugh

You saw your group near a rock and went up to them to put your stuff with them but as you got back harry look angry at you

What was his problem

Harry: why did you do that

Y/N: why did i do what harry be specific for all i know you could be asking about why i breathe

He was not happy with that remark and just kept glaring at me

Y/N: just in case you didn't know that answer its so my body can get oxygen to live

Harry: you know what i meant, why did you help malfoy you know he bullys us all the time right

Y/N: i know he does and that doesnt make me happy about it either and also i help him cause no one deserves to be eaten by a book kinda embarrassing way to go if you ask me

Harry: why didn't you help neville then aye

He looked at me as if he finally caught me doing something bad

Y/N: well i did say out loud what to do and other did follow my instruction neville clearly didn’t or didn’t hear

He was now fumming at me

Y/N: relax harry you know i'm nice to everyone please don't read too much into it plus being kind is the best way to go you know

He scoffed at that remark oh he better not say anything dumb or else id get him

But before he could say anything hermione decided to comment of the books

Hermione: i think their funny

She says a bit sarcastic but draco decided to add on to that statement

Draco: oh you terrible funny, really witty

Oh no not this again he always had to comment at the wrong time

Draco: got this palace has gone to the dogs wait till my father hears that dumbledore has this oaff is teaching classes

I looked at him to shut up but it was too late

Harry: shut up malfoy

Dracos and group started to ohhh, draco took off his bag and started to walk up to harry. He was was handsome when he did that not gonna lie then draco looked scared and caused me to worry

Draco: dementor dementor

We all look behind us scared but they wasn't any there we all look back seeing them put up their hoods making scary noises those jerks harry was pulled away by hermione and i decided to follow as we were walking i take out my special and start writing angrily and draco saw and decided to look at his

Book Pov

Y/N: I can’t believe you just did that, i know my brother is a git but your being one too rn also you scared me could have had a heart attack you jerk you said you'd try to be nicer to them that wasn’t nice

Draco: well-

The writing paused for a moment before continuing

Draco: well he started it i was just finishing it. Also i wasn’t think about scarying you im sorry and i do mean that bit okay i am sorry for doing that to you it was a dick move and i also know i said ill try and im not showing a good job at it its just a force of habit you know

Thinking for a bit about what he just wrote you replied

Y/N: you know he didn't start you made a comment about what hermione said and about hagrid that always gets him started you know that but i know you're trying so i guess i can let this go for now im still a bit angry but i know your doing your best for me so thank you.

Draco: i guess i did start it sorry but i'll keep trying for you, i hope you know that love

Oh he knew how much you loved that nickname

Y/N: thank you <3

You closed the book and look towards draco making eye contact you gave him a smile that said i'm not angry which made him smile

After that little talk class started as hagrid brought out a hippogriff he look so beautiful

Hagrid: isn't he beautiful

Everyone watched in awe, shock, some people looked scared as he brought out buckbeak but i thought he was beautiful too

Hagrid: say hello to buckbeak

Hagrid threw him some dead ferret i assumed, buckbeak ate it up quickly alot of us thought that was pretty gross even me

Ron: Hagrid exactly what is that?

I looked a ron shocked

Y/N: seriously ron you don't know what that is

Ron: how should i know

I rolled my eyes at him, he was right though how would he know unless he did some reading in advance which i highly doubt or he was genuinely interested in the creature which again i doubt due to his question and reaction to it

Hagrid: that right there is a hippogriff, first thing you wanna know about hippogriffs is that their proud creatures, every easily offended, you do not wanna insult a hippogriff it may be that last thing you'll ever do

I started writing notes immediately to remember this for later, this was already my favourite class

Hagrid: now would want to say hello

Everyone suddenly backed away except me a harry, me even raising my hand

Hagrid: Well done Harry and Y/N, well done

Harry looked back seeing why he just got picked i laughed thinking of how bad his perception was

Hagrid: come on now

Me walking willingly while harry got pushed by ron

Hagrid: now you have to let him make the first move, its only polite

Me and harry waited for buckbeak to approach i could hear shuffling behind us not sure if they were backing away in fear or forward to get a better look

Me and harry then decided to walk on hagrids instructions slowly making sure to listen to what he had just told us

Hagrid: so step up give him a nice bow, then you wait and see if he bows back, if he does you can go and touch him, if not.. Well, we’ll get to that later

We walked up to buckbeak then did our bow listening to hagrids instruction to do it nice and low, occasionally looking up to see if buckbeak had bowed back

Then we heard buckbeak squawking and flapping his wings

Hagrid: back off, back off

We did as we were told i was starting to get a little scared

Hagrid: keep still

We stayed as still as possible i was shaking a little but i trusted hagrid, me and harry looked at each other for a sec then looked up at buckbeak to see if he had bowed back and as we did he bowed back to us

Hagrid: well done you two well done

We stopped bowing and just looked at buckbeak and hagrid waiting for his next instructions

Hagrid; you two can go pat him now, go on don't be shy

At hagrid saying that i made my way to buckbeak immediately to pet him but tried to do it as slowly as possible not to scare him as my hand got closer to his beak he accepted my hand and that made me very excited

Harry was a little hesitant but got there eventually and liked petting buckbeak

Hagrid: well done you two well done

Everyone started to clap as us and i felt pretty could about what i did today i decided to look at draco and he seemed pretty happy for me smiling even but i could tell he was worried

Hagrid then made his way to us saying something that made me excited and harry not so much

Hagrid: i think we may let you both ride him now

Y/N: what!!! ( i said in excitment)

Harry:what!!! ( harry said in worry)

Hagrid first picked up harry putting him onto buckbeak then myself i could tell harry was scared to do this, i was too but my excitement help me get over the fear

Hagrid: dont pull out any of his feathers, cause he won’t thank you for that

He then slapped buckbeaks behind causing buckbeak to rear up then start running then he took off

I held onto Harry tightly as he held onto Buckbeak. The force of the flight felt very strong at first but once we got high enough it felt amazing the wind blowing against us was cooling.

We then flew towards the castle and it looked more beautiful and magical from above. Seeing it from a different angle really gave you a new appreciation for the school.

Then buckbeak flew a bit closer to the water allowing me and harry to touch it and it was an experience i dont ever want to forget

Y/N: isn't this amazon harry, who would've thought you and me flying on a hippogriff it just magical isn’t

Harry: its amazing and of course its magical everything here is magical

Y/N: i'm glad this is something we can both share harry

Harry: me too

Buckbeak then flew back to where the class was being taken place and as we landed everyone clapped at our arrival

Hagrid helped us off since it was a bit high to get off

Hagrid: how am i doing on my first day

He whispered to both of us

Y/N: i think you doing amazing hagrid

Harry: absolutely brilliant

I then hear some people groaning i look towards the group and see draco making his way towards buckbeak this wasn’t going to end well

Draco: yeah, your not dangerous at all are you

Hagrid tried to warn draco but it was too late

Buckbeak wasn't too happy with malfoy approaching without bowing causing buck beak to rear up and scratch Draco's arm

Hagrid and I immediately ran to Draco worried he could have been seriously injured.

Hagrid calmed buckbeak while i went to look at draco

Y/N: oh my god draco are you okay, does it hurt are you hurt very badly

Looking at me draco could see how worried i was nearly in the burst of tear seeing that he may be seriously hurt

Draco: hey hey hey i'm okay see just a scratch nothings wrong see

I took a look at him but still wanted to make sure he was okay

Y/N: i think we should take you to be check properly just to be sure, HAGRID he needs to be taken to the hospital

Hagrid: i'm the teacher ill do it

He then picked up draco, which caused draco to act more dramatic for the crowed even though he told me he was fine

Draco then started saying he was going to regret this and i decided to follow still worried that he may actually been seriously injured

Y/N: i'm coming to wait up hagrid

I caught up to then before anyone could question why i was going to

[slight timeskip]

As we made it to the hospital draco was finally checked out his arm was then wrapped and put into a sling, as madam pomfrey was done with draco she left us alone

I hugged him tightly worried that he may have been seriously hurt but it was just a scratch luckily, he hugged me back and kissed my forehead

Draco: hey hey im okay so please stop worrying love, i swear im okay now

I looked up giving him a glare and then stopped hugging him

Y/N: WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A DUMB THING YOU COULD HAVE ACTUALLY LOST YOUR ARM, NOT ONLY THAT BUT I COULD HAVE BEEN LEFT WITH A ONE ARMED BOYFRIEND, HOW COULD YOU WORRY ME LIKE THAT AND PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER.

I was now huffing in anger after my huge rant, he looked guilty and a bit scared. I guess this is what he meant when he said he never wanted to be on the receiving end of my anger but he deserved it today. How could he do that to himself?

He then let out a sigh before grabbing my hand to hold it then spoke

Draco:I'm sorry that I did that i was a bit jealous that potter was getting a lot of attention and i guess i wanted some of that attention too

He then pulled my hand toward his lips giving it a kiss before looking at me again

Draco: I am really sorry that was dumb and i saw how much it worried you and it made me feel even worse that i did that im so sorry

I sighted letting go of his hand, moving it towards his face to cup both his cheeks to pull him for a kiss he kissed backed and it was my way of saying i forgave him for real we then pulled away from the kiss and put our forehead together

Y/N: i forgive you but don't do something that dumb again or else i will die of worry or will kill you before anything else gets you got it

He pulled away to look me in the eyes

Draco: i promise my love

I kissed his forehead getting up from wear i was sitting

Y/N: we should head to our next class

Draco: you would force and injured man to go to classes, i thought you were nicer then this

I rolled my eyes at him

Y/N: the nurse said you were fine and can go to class so lets go now

he sighed before getting out of the hospital bed

Draco: fine, but only cause I love you so much

i stopped in my tracks to look at him in shocked, he always called me love but he never once said i love you once

he looked at me confused

Draco: what?, did i do something wrong again

he laughed while saying that

i looked him right in the eyes before saying what i was going to say still shcoked he said it

Y/N: you just said you loved me Draco

He then realised why i was so shocked and was shocked him self but shook it off quickly before walking towards me then holding my hand again

Draco: i know we haven't been together that long not even a full year, But i truly do love you with all my heart and only you i do

i started to cry tears of joy i always wanted to say it to him but was scared id be saying it too soon and care him off but he felt that same and that made me so happy

Y/N: Draco i love you too i do and only you

i flung myself to Draco giving him a big hug

Draco: i'm glad or else else id be crying myself to sleep tonight

i giggled at that thought and looked at him and saw nothing but love in his eye and that moment i knew he was the one for me

We made our way to our next class which was a free period he walked in first i waited a few moment before entering the class as i made my way towards my friends and brother i could hear draco's friends talking about his arm

I rolled my eyes at the thought of how he was being dramatic again saying how he could of lost his arm

I then looked their way seeing a girl from draco's house i think her name was pansy, try to touch his arm that really pissed me off but luckily draco wasn’t having any of that either which made me happy to see he was so loyal to me

Before she could touch his arm he pulled it away from her quickly

Draco: please don’t touch it

Pansy: oh sorry

After that he went back to do his work but then notice me walking by looking towards him

Draco: got anything to say potter

Y/N: Nothing really but i think you being a bit dramatic about that arm i was there when they patched it up yeah know

Draco: bug off potter

I gave him a small sarcastic wave

People looked shocked hearing i went with him but i shrugged it off as someone wanted to be helpful in the moment which most believed due to my reputation but my brother and his group not so much

Just as i sat down at the table i was questioned heavily by my brother and our friends

Harry: WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT HUH? WHY DID YOU GO WITH HIM? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU HELP HIM?

I just stared at him surprised he just went of at me like that, everyone was now staring at us and i could feel my face heating up in embarrassment

I decided to grab harry and lead him outside to talk no one needed to hear this as i lead him outside hermione and ron decided to join in probably to ask questions too

Y/N: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU YELLING AT ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE LIKE THAT WE GET ENOUGH ATTENTION AS IS BEING WHO WE ARE AND NOW YOUR JUST ADDING TO IT

I yelled at him in a whispered voice

Ron: I mean he kinda has a right a little bit, you've been acting really strange lately and we think it cause of malfoy

I looked at the hermione seeing she too had the same feeling as ron and my brother

Y/N: seriously i'm just being civil with him just because you're not doesn’t mean i have to do that same thing. Firstly, I went with him to the hospital wing because no one else was going too. Secondly, I'm practically the only one who’s nice to him just because I think everyone deserves to be treated humanely.

They looked at me surprised that i would stand up for him like that, just as they were gonna say something Draco walked out of the class coming our way

Harry: what do you want malfoy were a bit busy here

Draco: Dude she was just being nice to me, she was triy to help i tried to tell her to bug off but she wouldn’t

I looked at him worried that he may accidentally reveal out secret

Y/N: Malfoy this isn't your business you can go really

I looked at him pleadingly to let me handle this he really did need to come out and defend me

Harry: Oh yeah if she was just trying to be helpful then why did you call you draco and not malfoy every other time you've talked

I was still facing draco when he said that and i froze oh no he heard that shit shit shit what ami gonna do he's gonna try kill him

Just as i was trying to cover for us draco beat me to it

Draco: Cause a couple weeks ago i asked her to be my friend and to stop calling me malfoy if no one was around.

I started at him what the fuck are you doing dumby

Draco: she the only person whos nice to me genuinely so i just wanted to be friends with her i knew people would find it weird so i suggested to keep it secret for both our sakes and when people are around we act civil.

The trio looked at him in disbelief as if what he just told them was a joke but then harry face changed in to one of disbelief to one of a boy just discovered something

Harry: i knew it, i knew you were up to no good

At that i turned around in disbelief at what he said

Y/N: harry what are you talking about we're just friends

Harry: No, I knew he was up to something but now I know it's true. Y/N his only being friends with you to get under my skin he doesn't care out you like that or ever will his using you for his own game

I looked at him in shock at what he just told me i can’t believe he was actually using this argument

Y/N: i cant believe you harry, i can't believe you would think someone would use me to get under you skin, also i cant believe that you think so highly of yourself that someone of even do or think of that. Draco is a kind and caring person who would never do that

Then again he may not do that to me but i certain he might do that to crabe and goyle but that's not the point rn

Harry: i cant believe your defending him right now, we’ve been through so much together and you defending him and not me as well as just throwing away my warnings like that

Y/N: yes i'm defending him because he at least cares about me. Harry ever since we came to Hogwarts you've left me and that fine you know you have your own life. But you only come to me when you need something.

I took a deep breath before continuing with my rant toward him

Y/N:First year you hadn’t talked to me for months and when i tried to talk to you you kept brushing me off saying you had things to do but when you needed help finding information of the philosophers stone all of a sudden you had the time as well as when you needed help finding and thought of me and in second year, i tried to talk to you just for normal thing catch up even hang out from time to time but again you kept brushing me off even when i was also hearing the voices you brushed me off. And as always when you need help finding information and going on a dangerous adventure I finally pop up. Finally this year, you've gotten better at talking to me but i know for a fact you hiding something from me when arthur talked to you and you won’t tell him i wasn’t going to ask because you know my brother will tell me when he's ready but apparently you won't

After yelling at his face I walk to draco’s side facing him and the others. They looked at me shocked that i just yelled at harry and walked towards draco’s side

Y/N: so yeah ill defend draco cause at least i know my company and friendship aren’t conditional and that when he wants to talk,hang out or ask for help that his doing cause he cares and not cause he needs something from me

I then look at draco smiling and he smiles back at me

I look back at the trio

Y/N:I dont wanna speak to you until you apologise and learn to treat me as your sister and not as someone who you can talk to when you just need a favour. Lets go draco

I grab draco's hand and walk away with him. I quickly let go of his hand thinking what other people might think

Draco: sorry you had to do that i feel bad that i go in the way of you too i never meant to do anything like that i hope you know that

I gave a gentle smile

Y/N: i know you'd never do something like that on purpose so don’t worry. Also i hated when they talk badly about you and when they think your using me. I know you not like that

Draco: Thank you for defending me, my lioness. It really means alot that you'd defend me even to your brother i know how much he may annoy but i also know that you cherish you bond so much so im still sorry and feel that it my fault that this happened

I stopped to look draco in the face properly

Y/N: draco it not your fault its all his own fault and until he apologies i won’t be talking to him so i have a favour to ask

Draco: what's the favour love

Y/N: i know this may be alot to ask but would you mind that we make our “friendship” public so we can finally spend time together and so i can sit with you during break

Without hesitation he hugged me tightly and checking around for anyone around then kissed before saying

Draco: Of course love we can do that and how about tonight you have dinner with us

Y/N: Thank you draco

We decided to walk together to our next class

#harry potter #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #ron weasley #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #fluff #secret relationship #established relationship #angst #romance

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draconic-ichor · 11 months

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Tarnished Threads, Golden Stitches

Morgott/tarnished fic

Slow burn

Warming: strong language, sexual themes

Summary: Hester is a seamstress living in the capital, life is fairly mundane until one fateful night at a festival…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

This is an entirely new Au! Not abandoning my other ones, was just inspired :3

The mending began months ago, the world was falling back into place. Everything was different now: their King was revealed to be an omen, their ‘god’ a glorified statue, the Golden Order reformed, and the Elden Lord galavanting around the Lands Between. It was a lot to swallow for Leyndell’s people.

But they had the chance to swallow now.

Not every tarnished met a true end on their journey; some survived to see their brother take up the mantle of Elden Lord, and in this new age, grace returned to their darkened eyes. Unlike their brother, however, they were still quite lowly.

Hester was one of these tarnished.

Awoken after the Erdtree already burned overhead, she was scrambling far behind in a world crumbling away… never to receive a rune of her own or see the fabled Round Table. It was not till after the mending that her eyes fell upon the tree in all its golden splendor; and like hundreds of others, she flocked to the capital towards it.

It was all for the best. Even though she was descended from those first few tarnished that followed Godfrey into the mists, fighting didn’t suit her. She knew a little magic, mostly reserved for healing, and couldn’t hold a blade to save her life. Her late awakening was a blessing.

What she did know, however, was mending. Hester was very good with her hands and could not only mend fabrics but had the creativity to create whole new clothing. She could also sew and spin thread. All things the capital had need of now that repairs were in order.

Hester sighed, deep in thought as she worked. She leaned forward, elbows on the worn workbench, staring wistfully out into the capital.

It was a busy morning, the townsfolk preparing for the festival that night, birdsong and fragrant smells filling her senses.

She loved the brightness, gaze drifting higher to the castle, alabaster stone and gilded tiles like a dream high above.

She sighed again.

“Sigh any louder and you’ll attract attention,” came a voice.

Hester jumped, pricking her finger as she did so. She yelped, quickly putting it in her mouth to soothe the sting. She gave a sharp look to the culprit, a man standing on the street below her open window.

“Looks like I already have.” She huffed.

He pulled himself up to the windowsill, a smile plastered over his face. The armor of a guard made him look a size bigger than he truly was, clinking together as he made himself comfortable.

“Don’t you have work to do?” She couldn’t help her lips crack into a smile.

“Doing my rounds now, when I happened upon a maiden. And don’t you have work to do? You have a stall in the market square tonight.” He reminded.

“I know!” Hester flushed, she’d saved for weeks for the fees, such a prime location had its prices.

“Mhm.” He nodded.

“I’m almost finished with my last few, just adding the final touches!” She gestured to the doll before her.

“Ghastly.” He shuttered, looking over her current batch.

“He is our King!” She snapped.

“And he can stay inside his castle.” The guard chuckled, leaning in a bit more to ask, “Do you truly think they will sell?”

“Not everyone holds so little love for their monarch.” Hes informed, “Some of us are loyalists.”

The man snorted, leaning in further still, attempting to steal a kiss. Hester rolled her eyes, hand covering his mouth as she pushed him back out the window.

He chuckled, feet hitting the cobblestones once more, “I’ll catch you one day, Hes.”

“Keep hoping.” She smiled, waving him off as he went back to his duties. She sat back heavily in her seat, eyes falling to the current doll she worked on. She sighed, slowly scanning the rest; all were endearing renditions of their king: with button eyes, little plush horns, and a fluffy tail made from scraps of real fur.

She held the current one closer, thumb softly tracing its small fabric face.

She couldn’t be the only one…

Lanterns filled the streets overhead, each one a different shape or hue, sending the night into a kaleidoscope of swirling color. The smell of spices and sweets filled the air, and the sound of mirth almost drowned out the far off beat of music.

Hester couldn’t get enough.

She put on her best dress and put flowers in her hair for the occasion. Part of her wanted to mingle about the crowd and see every stall for herself, but she had her own stall to run.

Her table was covered in bright bolts of fabric and batches of dolls all lovingly made. Children would scamper up and squeal out at seeing their hero in doll form, or the Elden Lords trusty spectral steed, while their parents pulled runes from their pockets. It was a special occasion after all. A few young maidens would sneakily buy a doll of their dashing Elden Lord, his absence in the capital adding to his mystique.

As the night was marching onwards, she was doing quite well! The glow of success dimmed a bit about her, as her amber eyes fell on a corner of the stall that lay untouched: the dolls of the King. Hester’s stomach twisted a bit.

She moved them to the center of the stall, in a place of easy sight, adjusting their little cloaks and tails to sit just right.

She couldn’t be the only one,

She kept telling herself.

The only one to see the allure of the King.

Her cheeks blushed at the thought, mind drifting back to the infatuated maidens and their excitement with the Elden Lord, or how she kept back a King doll for herself…

She was so ate up with thought she didn’t notice the sounds of revelry died down around her. It was not until the glow of the lanterns were obstructed by a great shadow that her eyes were ripped from the table. Hester looked up, freezing.

A great shape darkened her stall, silhouette monstrous and jagged, with a crown of twisting horns. Hester swallowed, the only movement she could manage, heartbeat in her throat.

It was King Morgott.

An eon seemed to stretch before them, the King like a pillar of stone as he looked over her wares. All the times Hester had caught sight of him, far away on the castle balcony or before a large crowd for an announcement, did him little justice. He was massive, at least thirty-six hands high, not counting the heavy tail that absolutely cleared the street behind him. The bulky cloak he wore about his shoulders exaggerated their broadness. Hers the critical eye of a seamstress, caught all the places the fabric was stressed, holes bore through it completely here or there.

Not fit for a King, surely.

She didn’t have long to wonder, the King’s hand moving forward. Hester gulped, suddenly realizing his single eye was fixed on the little dolls made in his likeness. A hand, bigger than her waist, carefully picked up the closest one, bringing it to his face for inspection. It was clear they were made with the utmost care, and very oddly they were constructed without overemphasis on his more beastial features. They were….flattering even?

His brow knotted, gaze flicking away from the little doll to its maker.

Was she flushed??

Even more curious…

She trembled a bit as his gaze bore into her, staring back into that single orb of brilliant shifting gold. She grew lost in it, yet never shying away. Morgott’s gaze tore away from her, back to the doll in his hand.

Just as silently as he approached, he retreated, straightening to full standing before moving along the street once more. Hester’s heart hammered about her chest as she watched his form drift away, never wavering until the tip of his horned tail disappeared among the recrowding street.

As the music and merriment swelled once more she realized she’d been holding her breath. An almost pained huff rattled from her lungs, eyes still saucers. She blinked, looking down at her table.

A hand clapped over her mouth in shock: there was a doll missing.

Oh gods, did he take it with him??

She thought, worriedly.

She couldn’t keep her mind on the festival, or on bartering her wares any longer. Sweat wet her lower back as she hastily packed up her remaining items, hands shaking as she did so.

Her mind was a storm, a swirling mess of worry and fear.

Did the King think she was mocking him? Oh gods would she be taken away?

As she made her way slowly through the crowded streets, back overburdened, her thoughts darkened.

Was he angry with her? Would…would he throw her in the dungeon?

She stumbled into her room, a glorified closet off the main shop. Dumping the items on the floor haphazardly, Hester began to pull the flowers from her hair, wincing as they yanked at her copper curls. Tears stained her eyes, the small bit of pain just adding to the chorus of negativity that loomed over her.

She fell into her meager bed, curling in on herself protectively. Blinking, her eyes fell on the little doll near her pillow. It regarded her with unblinking button eyes, no malice on its fabric visage.

Scooping it to her chest, the tears finally fell freely, crying freshly into her pillow. Sleep found her fitfully, coming in waves interlaced with stretches of agonizing wakefulness.

She kept chanting that everything would be fine, she was just overreacting….he wouldn’t act against her…would he? He was the king. No care for a lowly woman like her.

He was the King….

She blinked into the dawn light. Hair a nest of knots from her tossing and turning, a darkness circling her large eyes. She sat up groggily, the sound of birdsong being dampened by a commotion outside her room.

Hester wasn’t the only woman to rent a little space in the shop, the other women making quite the racket in the main area currently.

She sighed, steeling herself to see what excited them so. As soon as she pushed the door open she was met with everyone calling out her name.

“Hes! Hes! There’s a letter for you!”

“A letter?” She blinked, still half asleep.

“It has the royal seal!” They squealed.

She froze, stomach dropping to the floor. The other’s chatter dulled around her as she paced forward, trembling hands taking the letter.

It was made of fine parchment, the golden seal of the King keeping it prominently sealed.

Hester felt like the ground was swallowing her as she broke it open, unfolding the letter to read. Deaf to the other crowding around to read over her shoulder, she focused on the beautiful handwriting.

Her fear was slowly replaced with confusion, bewilderment. Her brows knotted as she read and reread the letter, no…the offer?

“Come on, what does it say!?” A young girl bounced.

“It’s…It’s an offer from the King.” Hester whispered, drowned out by the other’s raising excitement. She swallowed, “They want me to be the King’s personal seamstress…”

She didn’t hear the screams of excitement around her, wandering through them towards the shop window. Her gaze fell on the castle, far away nestled near the base of the great tree.

She couldn’t be the only one…..

Could she?

#new fic #tarnished threads golden stitches #seamstress au #morgott/tarnished #morgott the omen king #tarnished oc #morgott/female tarnished #elden ring fic

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unproblematicme · 9 months

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(Wrote this after watching Season 2 of Good Omens. I'm rarely in the mood for crossovers, but sometimes it happens.)

Determined gold meets concerned brown. A staring contest ensues. Since Muriel never knows when she is in a staring contest, Crowley wins. Muriel looks away, taking in the mahogany wood bed with the soft sheets and the magic circle surrounding it. It’s incomplete because Crowley had to get into the bed without disturbing the runes. With a doubtful glance on her face, Muriel looks from Crowley to the piece of chalk in her hand and back.

“Are you sure?” Muriel asks.

“Absolutely.” With a determined nod, Crowley falls onto the mattress. “Complete the circle.”

“We don’t even know if it works.”

“I trust you.”

“But why? I’ve never done this.”

“You’re good with books, no?”

A little proud grin chases the insecurities from Muriel’s face for a second. “Well, I got the hang of it rather quickly.”

“See.” Crowley nods at her. “And you found the ritual in a book, right? And you did what the book said. What could go wrong?”

“Actually, a lot,” she answers. “It simply not working is not even that concerning. It working but not as intended? Pretty concerning. You could get trapped, in a dreamless sleep or, worse, in a very dream heavy sleep.”

“I’m willing to risk it.” Crowley waves dismissively.

“And,” Muriel adds, “it could actually work as intended. He will not like that.”

“Leave that to me.”

Muriel falls silent. Again, she eyes the setup and bites her lips. Once more, she meets Crowley’s eyes and smiles a sad smile.

“I’m not Aziraphale,” she whispers.

Looking at her expression, full of self doubt and fear, Crowley’s face softens.

“I know, Buttercup,” he says. “And yes, I wish he was here. For many reasons. But none of them is that I do not trust you with this ritual, alright?”

Letting out a sharp breath, Muriel nods in new found determination. She smiles as she holds up the chalk and squats down to close the circle.

“You need to stay focused,” Muriel says firmly. “The… further you go, the harder it will be to get you out when you lose yourself.”

“Got it.”

Crowley gets comfortable on the mattress. Awkwardly, Muriel lets her eyes flick around.

“Should I use a sleeping miracle on you?”

“Won’t be necessary,” Crowley says. “I’m good at falling asleep. Get yourself a book so you can read while you monitor me.”

Smiling brightly, Muriel nods and dashes out of the room.

Focused on his breath, Crowley closes his eyes. The overall situation makes sleep harder lately, but having spent weeks on finding the book, studying the ritual and easing Muriel’s anxiety without even a tiny nap, helps a lot.

Soon Crowley feels his eyelids grow heavy before they flutter shut and he drifts off.

A moment later, Crowley finds himself in a pub. Looking down, Crowley sees he is not dressed for the occasion. But nobody in the mediaeval pub seems to take note of his tight black jeans, dark shirt and leather jacket.

Laughter and song ring around him and red evening sun streams through the small windows. At least twenty tables are lined up in the large taproom, all occupied by different people of all ages and classes. At the bar sits a familiar blond man. His cheeks are reddened by wine and maybe something else and he waves at Crowley. The white robes look even more out of place than Crowley’s attire but that does not stop people gazing at him in adoration. But he only has eyes for Crowley.

Bittersweet emotions flood Crowley as he walks towards the door. It’s hard to leave. Especially, as a soft hand lands on his arm. Against better judgement, Crowley turns around. Crowley’s heart beats with pain and longing as he stares into Aziraphale’s pretty face. The lightest trace of offence lies on the angelic features but still a smile lifts the cherub cheeks.

“Will you really just leave without at least one drink, dearest?” he says. With a coy flutter of his lashes, he whispers, “I rented a room above the pub. In case it is too loud for you here.”

It’s proof for the success of Muriel’s spell that Crowley rejects the beautiful gift the dream offers him.

“I need to go,” Crowley says.

Aziraphale’s midnight green eyes fill with tears. “You… leave me?”

“I’ll come back, angel,” Crowley promises. “I’m always coming back for you.”

Before Aziraphale or his own stupid heart can stop him, Crowley turns and hurries to the exit of the pub. He kicks open the door and stumbles outside.

He steps onto a large stone bridge. Surprised, he looks behind himself where no trace of the pub is left. Alright. He is lucid, but this is still a dream. Things can change randomly in this place. Or at the will of its ruler.

There are other people on the bridge, but they don’t acknowledge him. Or each other. They stare into the distance, sometimes they disappear, or reappear, sometimes they step through doors that materialise out of nothing. Maybe they aren’t real, maybe they are guests like him if, unlike him, not in control of what is happening. They are welcome, he is probably not. Not like this.

With a snap of his fingers, Crowley performs a veiling miracle. Demonic power surges. It seems to have worked but he isn’t sure it has. Or if he did it too late.

Crowley can’t know if he’s discovered yet. He assumes he’d notice. Either way, he has to proceed so he looks to both sides of the bridge. To the left, it stretches to a large ocean, its image wavering before his eyes. On the right, he sees a huge gate with two gigantic leafs in a long and high stone wall. Crowley has no idea how anyone could open it. But he can see the merlons of castle towers behind the walls. That has to be his destination.

He walks up to the gate. As expected, it doesn’t move when he leans against it with all his weight. For a moment, he considers turning into a snake and slithering upwards, just as he has done all those lifetimes ago in Eden. To get to Aziraphale.

But it would take long and who knows what kind of surprises this place could come up with meanwhile. He decides on using a miracle. If the veiling miracle worked, it will hide him further. If it didn’t, the miracle to open the door won’t work either.

Crowley lifts his hand and focuses on the right leaf of the door. It moves! Ever so careful, willing the metal hinges to be quiet, Crowley creates a gap just big enough for him to slip through.

He reaches a garden. No, two gardens. It’s an untamed place with a small rivulet travelling through the high grass, passing rocks, overgrown by wildflowers. It’s also a garden, worthy of a castle, with broad straight paths of pure white pebble stones, leading around orderly flower beds with well-groomed plants. Artfully cut trees stand at every crossroad and line the main path up to the castle door. The two versions flicker before Crowley’s eyes and it takes him a moment to find his orientation.

Carefully, Crowley looks out for any guards, but sees none. He decides to see it as a good sign and hurries around the building, wary of the changes of the flora and the ground. No intention to walk through the main entrance he lets his eyes wander along the walls.

“Bingo,” he whispers as he sees a narrow, simple wooden door. Next to it, is a window and he peers through it into a big kitchen. Nobody is there so Crowley opens the door. He is a little surprised to find it unlocked, but maybe the Lord of this place just feels safe enough here in the heart of his realm.

But then Crowley steps over the threshold. As soon as his foot meets the ground, his surroundings blur and shift. The light wooden floor of the kitchen turns to black marble stone, the warm orange light of the hearth fire disappears and is replaced by a cold lightblue glow. Without a sound, the walls stretch away from him, widening the space to at least 10 times the size. Pillars of the same dark marble as the ground appear on the sides as Crowley finds himself in front of a throne.

A slender man, clad in black, sits on it, tilting his head as he scrutinises Crowley.

“And where do you think you are going?” he asks.

“Lord Morpheus!” Crowley exclaims, way more happy than he feels, and bows. “What an honour to meet you.”

Unsurprisingly, his charms don’t work. They’re either lost on the King of the Dreaming or leave him unimpressed. Crowley has a hard time reading the man. The man that is no man. When demons and angels are in human form, this form shapes their nature. Crowley can use his talent to assess humans, their intentions, their character, just as well on them then.

Dream of the Endless is a whole different thing. Even in this form, taken to be understood by mankind, he doesn’t look very human. Sure, he is beautiful, in an uncanny, unearthly way. His body, while very tall, might pass as a lanky human male if not for his skin which is the colour of the moon, just as pale and luminescent. In contrast stands his black hair, stretching from his head in messy strands, not unlike a sea monster's talons. To say his eyes were black as well would not do them justice. They are, but deeper and darker than his hair and clothes. The universe lies in their depth, vast, empty, Stygian. Sometimes, stars glow in this darkness. Or die.

“I would say the honour is all mine for courtesy’s sake,” Morpheus finally says. “But a trespasser can hardly expect my courtesy.”

“Trespasser sounds very negative…”

“That’s because it is.”

“Right. Look I…”

Crowley falls silent when Morpheus narrows his dark eyes at him.

“You aren’t from Hell,” he says after a while. “Not anymore. There is some of it still clinging to you. You’re a demon. But not of Hell.”

“Nope.” Crowley says. “Kicked me out.”

“Twice an outcast then,” Morpheus says, his voice awfully neutral. “So you haven’t come here to enact Lucifer’s revenge for the lost game, I suppose.”

“Whaaaat?” Crowley exclaims. “Never! I was rooting for you actually. Big fan.”

“How flattering,” the Dream Lord says drily. He sounds uninterested, but for the first time something akin to amusement plays around the corners of his mouth. “So what do you want?”

“To ask for your help,” Crowley says genuinely.

“Hmm. And you thought breaking into my castle, the heart of my kingdom, would soften me to your inquiry?”

“Oh, you know how it is,” Crowley says, gesturing wildly. “You try to get an appointment and they never call you back.”

“You’ve come all this way.” Morpheus sighs. “It was a bold move and sure took some effort. I will admit I’m curious what made you go to such lengths.”

“My friend. Aziraphale, the angel,” Crowley explains. “I think he is in trouble. He went to Heaven a few months ago and I haven’t heard of him since.”

“And what do you need from me?”

“Since my last break-in, they cranked up security in Heaven,” Crowley says. “No demon, especially not me, gets in. Your realm, however, could be a shortcut.”

“No,” Morpheus says firmly. “Many people cannot reach their loved ones. I can’t allow them all to use my kingdom to get to them.”

“But… but, this isn’t just about Aziraphale,” Crowley hurries to say. “He is in Heaven, they are keeping him and Heaven sure is plotting against Humanity. They always are. You… you sure don’t want all the Dreamers to die, do you?”

“Me having my preferences for the Waking World’s fate does not justify a meddling of this dimension,” Morpheus says. “Besides, nobody sleeps in Heaven. Nobody dreams in Heaven. I can not reach it.”

“Really?”Crowley asks. “Damn.” After a beat, he asks, “If someone were to sleep in Heaven, you could? One person would suffice?”

“In this case, I could, but still wouldn’t.”

“Wow, you're irritating."

"So I've been told." Morpheus nods.

"Listen, this is important," Crowley pleads.

“Your friend was not captured. He went willingly, didn’t he?”

“Well, yes, but no, I mean, I can’t be a hundred percent…”

“Even if I would agree to allow this inappropriate use of my realm, just to reunite you with your lover,” he says, “I would not do it for an unwilling lover.

“He is not… un…willing. He’s just-”

“I know your deepest thoughts, Crowley,” Morpheus interrupts. “Your friend left you to return to Heaven.”

“Yeah, well, if you look into my nightmares, you won’t get the most optimistic interpretation of things,” Crowley grumbles.

Morpheus hums thoughtfully. “Maybe not. What is your… optimistic interpretation?”

“There isn’t really one,” Crowley admits. “But I don’t think he wanted to leave me. I… I did believe it at first and I was angry. However, I had time to think about it and he… he wouldn’t.”

“If he wouldn’t, why did he?”

“Maybe they threatened him,” Crowley says quickly. “I mean, Michael threatened to erase him from the Book of Life, maybe the Metatron threatened to erase…”

“Wait!” Suddenly, Morpheus is no longer sitting on his throne, but standing right in front of Crowley. Up so close, he is not much taller than Crowley, but still an impressive presence. “They spoke of the Book of Life?”

“Erm, yeah.” Crowley nods. “I thought it was just some horror story. But apparently, it’s real.”

“It is real. I just thought… no matter. Wait here.”

With that, Morpheus dissolves into whirling sand and disappears.

Coughing, Crowley pats his shirt. “Rude.”

He can’t say how long he waits. Time is a funny thing in the Dreaming, but still he gets nervous and is relieved when Morpheus returns.

“I will help you,” Morpheus declares.

“You will? Really?” Crowley asks, surprised. “I mean, yes, good decision!”

“Under two conditions.”

“Name them.”

“One, there needs to be a Dreamer in Heaven,” Morpheus says. “Someone needs to fall asleep up there.”

Crowley nods. “I’ll think of something.”

“Two, when you find your friend, you both come to me and he tells me everything he knows about the Book of Life.”

“How do you know he knows anything?”

“I don’t. But if he does, he has to share it with me.”

For the first time, Crowley hesitates. He doesn’t feel comfortable making agreements for Aziraphale. In addition, he doesn’t know if he can trust Dream of the Endless with sensitive information about the Book of Life. Then again, while the Dream is a petty, resentful being who can hold grudges over aeons, he would not deprive himself of the objects for his disdain by erasing them from the universe’s memory.

“Alright!” Crowley says.

“Very well.”

Morpheus offers his hand and Crowley shakes it. The Dream Lord’s skin feels cold and smooth, like polished marble.

And Crowley wakes up.

End Chapter 1

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