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soulmateszedits · 1 year

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Strangers From Hell ᓚᘏᗢ

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sweetlullabyebye · 2 months

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Moonjo just filming Jongwoo out of nowhere was so unhinged like dude you already stalk him spy on him in his bedroom have a printed picture of him you did NOT need to take a video of him too

#moonjo probably having jongwoo as his phone wallpaper surrounded with little hearts #jongwoo just barely reacting to that too 💀💀#jongwoo being filmed without his consent 'what r u doing?'#moonjo 'well u looked pretty'#jongwoo 'alright cool anyways as i was saying'#seo moonjo #yoon jongwoo #strangers from hell #hell is other people

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sparks-olivarpente · 8 months

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the Stranger Fics

(byler fics with unexpected powers or twists)

Turns out a lot of my favorite fics enter this category. Feel free to reblog and add fics you love :)

In the Eye of a Hurricane (It's You and Me) by Julia_Skysong "Jonathan, why…why am I with dad on the security tape????" Lonnie Byers is a royal piece of shit. Will finds out he has powers and understandably has a meltdown about it, and Mike helps him through it.

over a bridge of time by @sevensided Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago. Then strange things happen… Second part of the awesome serie THE DARK MIRROR and of course you should read the whole thing :)

I know the end by @cosmobrain00 The worst-case scenario has happened. … and that's all the summary you'll get from me! an ongoing serie that keeps getting better and better (or worse and worse, depending on the point of view). Tags: #Mind Manipulation #Will has powers

them’s the breaks by emelinelou Three years after moving to California, one Will Byers shows up - read: dimension-teleports or something - back in Hawkins. In the corner of Mike's bedroom. In the middle of the night. Turns out this is a bad thing, namely for Mike and Mike's sanity.

captured ghosts by etchedstars ghosts from will's past come back to haunt this. literally or metaphorically is up to audience interpretation. Some favorite tags: #plot relevant cuddles #will gets to be sarcastic #he also commits crime

Come Hell, High Water by naiesu “It’s been months, Mike,” Lucas says, staring at Mike, hard. Mike can’t remember a time he didn’t look at him that way. “Will is a cold case. You need to accept that.” The dream-like parts are amazingly written <3

yesterFriday by nbfutureboy (@futureboy-ao3) Will Byers wakes up as usual one Friday morning - he worries about his family, his History test, and telling the people he loves that he doesn’t Like Girls in that way. Then he does it again. [Groundhog Day AU where Will gets stuck in a time loop.]

a strange education (reach out and touch me) by Total_Serene (@total-serene560) 16 year old Mike Wheeler wakes up in the middle of a highway in Indiana. He can't remember what happened, but he knows three things: He was going somewhere, it was supposed to be night, and he had taken Nancy's car. The mystery in this one…!!!

The Basement by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we) Will and Mike spend their days in a little run-down house in the Upper Peninsula with dated furniture and peeling wallpaper, two sinking recliners next to each other. But there is a beast in the basement.

A Stranger Things Ghost Story by Junigatsu84 It is the Summer of 1983, before all the horrors that befall Hawkins. The boys are looking for their own mystery to solve and find a haunted house. It’s a shame Will is the only one to see it.

Back to the Future (with Mike Wheeler) by Nymphadoragreenleaf On a list of the top five most unexpected things to happen to Mike Wheeler, traveling 10 years into the future has got to take the top spot. The half-naked man claiming to be his best friend might be number two. Alternatively known as, Mike Wheeler tries to survive a week in the 90's and figures a couple of things out along the way.

You are the Heart by TouchTheSky A fever-dream, mucho-feels, super long, semi-fix-it, version of Season 5. i feel like i know you (but we never met) by @andiwriteordie “Who?” Mike’s voice breaks again, and Joyce chokes back a sob. “Joyce, who… who was he?” Or: The one in which Will Byers doesn't exist… At least not anymore.

with all my heart by mogiah (@morganee) what happens when Birthdaygate and Lettergate meet. or another one in which Will doesn't exist anymore

i've come home, i'm so cold by astrobi (@astrobei) Will's trying his hardest to make it through fall semester in one piece. Unfortunately for his degree, he's being haunted by maybe-feelings for his best friend (metaphorically), and also a maybe-ghost with rather abysmal fashion sense (literally). The fic that made me decide to spend the rest of my life that year reading fics

Blackout by Tea_For_One_Please as if their senior year of high school wasn't complicated enough, the Party find themselves investigating an accidental death, believing it to be connected to a similar event nearly two decades earlier. Just normal teenager stuff, right? This one hasn't been updated for a while but I remember enjoying the plot and mystery a lot

baby, we’re perfect by bookinit (@bookinit02) Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out. I'm not allowed to say anything else about this fic. To quote the author: "brace yourselves. sorry in advance."

you were bigger than the whole sky by delusionaltogether (@parkitaco) Mike breathes out sharply, sinking to his knees in front of Will without conscious thought. Every bone in his body is turning to jelly, because Will is here, but he's also- not. on march 29th, 1986, will byers vanishes for a second time. 366 days later, he reappears.

This is where it starts by cottonscent While the rest of the party moved on and forgot once the gate closed Will kept exploring, and the connection he formed to the other dimension it actually a lot more complex than what they originally thought.

#edited to add an author's tumblr #i keep telling myself i'm going to move on to some new hobby #this was going to be the Last List of Fics #but i already started 3 new ones #i'm stuck there #happily #byler #byler fic #byler fic recs

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ellaa-writes · 1 day

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inspired by this

vampire Simon (lost boys au) 18+

your friend told you of a party at a pier, long since forgotten and abandon. right on the beach, overlooking the ocean. at first you were nervous, hell even a little scared. the wood moaned with each step and you had to convince yourself you wouldn't fall in. everything was on the verge of sliding off into the ocean, the buildings that remained were littered with graffiti.

the party was alright, someone blasting music on one of those portable speakers. another started a bonfire, using pieces of the pier as fuel. you sat close to the flame, a drink in your hand. you desperately tried to enjoy yourself but everyone was way more drunk than you were. and your friend disappeared with some guy. you needed to get out of here before one of the others decide to slip you something, you tried to ignore the gross stares they've been giving you. you tossed the cup and it's remaining contents into the fire and rose from your seat. slinking off into the night, blending into the shadows.

you had no real way to leave, your friend has the keys to her car. you tried looking for her, poking your head into the empty shacks, quietly calling out her name.

you can't remember how you ended up here, walking along the sand. the water lightly kissing you bare feet, you don't know where you put your shoes. from you advantage you could still see the glow of the fire on the pier, but too far away to hear the music. laying down in the sand, you stared up at the dark sky. the moon was covered by thick clouds, you hoped it wouldn't rain. you were about to close you eyes until you heard it. snapping up from your postion to look around the beach, but everything was too dark to make out anything.

"what ya' doing 'ere all by yourself doll?" it came from beside you, the sudden noise made you jump and let out a shrill.

he was covered in shadow, even this close up. the only thing you could make out was his eyes and the way his teeth shine.

"didn't mean to scare 'ya" you didn't here him walk up, let alone sit next to you. maybe you did have a bit too much to drink.

"sorry , didn't hear you." you managed to mumble out. he began toying with the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric between his fingers and giving it a tug.

"no worries. you with 'em?" he asked, using his chin to point towards the direction of the abandoned pier. you could still see the fire flickering but no longer could see anyone, they must have left.

"yeah , actually I'm looking for my friend. well i was, couldn't find her." your speech was a tad slurred.

"need help?" his hand now traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its path.

"i don't know." and you really didn't, you couldn't think clearly right now.

"how 'bout you come back to mine? 'ya can rest and i'll drive you home in the morning?" the offer was nice but you weren't sure about going home with a stranger.

he flashed you another smile which had you shaking your head yes.

"perfect." he rose from the sand, hand extended out for you. you hesitantly grabbed onto it has he pulled you up. he was big, nearly touching the clouds you thought. he pulled you along the shore towards a set of cliffs.

"i thought we were going to your place?" you asked a little wary.

"we are, it's right over 'ere." he helped you climb up a few big rocks before an opening to a cave came into view.

"weird." you whispered.

he guided you through the mouth of the cave, the sound of distant music getting closer and closer until the tunnel opened up. It was spectacular, a huge chandelier hug from the ceiling. the walls of the cave were decorated with sheets, posters and what looked like wallpaper. none of it made sense to you, it was like a secret hang out or something.

"you live here?" he pulled you over to a corner, a grand 4 post bed nestled into the wall of the cave. the mattress looked dusty and unused, it was surrounded by sheer curtains.

"hmm, with my brothers." you just nodded your head, taking in your surroundings.

"this place is so cool." you reached out to touch the wall of the cave, feeling the jagged edges.

"you can sleep 'ere for tonight. are' ya thirsty?" he helped you sit on the bed, half sunken into the ground.

you just nodded your head again, feeling a little dizzy and lost for words. he disappeared before returning with a dark bottle, popping the top and handing it to you.

"just some grape juice, all we have at the moment." you brought it to your nose, giving it a good sniff. it was sweet and a little sour.

"what's your name?" it finally dawned on you that you didn't know this strange man. his beautiful brown eyes, lined with light blond hair, stared down at you.

"Simon." he tipped your head back as he took the bottle from your hands, pouring the dark liquid into your mouth. it was thick and tasted just as sweet as it smelled. pulling the bottle away he set it down, his big hand traveled down to the column of your throat. wrapping it around till his fingers nearly touched, he leaned it and gave your lips a lick. tasting the residual liquid before he pushed his tongue into your mouth, his lips now flushed against your own.

Simon, your voice echoed

#cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley cod #cod #call of duty #vampire!simon #141 x lost boys

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #accidentally deleted it kdhgkjfdgk #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x plus size reader #steve harrington x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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lesbianrobin · 1 year

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lesbianrobin fic scraps #3: the working title for this one was a drake and josh reference

What does getting the guest room ready even mean?

The guest room is right across from Steve's. It has that same matching wallpaper and curtains thing going that his bedroom does, just in pale yellow flowers rather than black and white plaid. He's pretty sure it was supposed to be a nursery, but that never happened. Mom blamed Dad and Dad blamed Steve. According to Dad, Steve just sucked so bad they never wanted to try again. According to Mom, Dad’s an evil asshole who wouldn’t let her have all the babies she wanted. Sometimes when things had been good for a little while, they’d change the story, that they tried for awhile and it just didn’t pan out, or that they were perfectly content with their one lovely boy and never even considered having more, but of course they always lied in front of each other and Steve knew better than to trust the bullshit they fed him whenever they insisted on playing the happy family. Both of them were only ever honest with Steve when nobody else was around.

The whole thing’s ironic. That’s what irony is, right? Dad never wanted the girl that Mom swore would save their marriage, and now the second she’s gone he’s changed his mind.

Dad said Maxine is twelve. That’s the same age as Mike and all his little friends, which means that she’s, like, a whole person with opinions and she’ll probably be just as miserable about the situation as Steve is. He is miserable, right? He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t need strangers in his house acting like they’re family. Dad’s new wife is either just as shitty as he is or she’s too good for him, and Steve’s not exactly thrilled about either prospect. How evil can he be? Stealing some poor woman and her daughter away from sun and sand only to make them rot in Hawkins. Maybe the lady’s an asshole or an idiot, but her kid’s just a kid. Like Will Byers. Living her life and then one day she just gets dragged to hell.

Maybe it’s just his own shitty memories making everything look shitty, but this room is depressing. Steve wouldn’t want to live here. His room can be kind of depressing, too, but at least it’s his. He's used to it, he doesn't need to love it. Maxine should love her bedroom, but she won't unless he makes some serious changes. The bedding in here’s all wrong for a kid. Plain white sheets and a big ruffled comforter with a mountain of fancy throw pillows. Steve would have felt like he was staying at his grandma’s house if he had to sleep in that when he was twelve. There’s a heavy vase with fake, dusty flowers on the desk, gold sconces on the wall on either side of the headboard, and a random porcelain doll propped up in the antique chair in the corner.

Steve takes down the sconces. There are big nails sticking out, so he’ll have to find something else to go there, because he has no clue how to patch holes in walls. Maybe, like, shelves? A clock on one and some kind of art hanging on the other? Maybe he could just get an empty frame and then she could get a poster of whatever stuff she likes to put in it. While he's at it, he should probably get some things for the bathroom, too. He's never shared a bathroom with anyone before. Should he get a new toothbrush holder? The one he has now is kind of old and gross. He grabs the creepy doll, leaves the bedroom, and stuffs the doll and the sconces into the hall closet. It's full of stuff that Mom keeps swearing she'll pick up someday soon.

It's weird to hate his mom. He doesn't have much practice at it, but he's getting there. She took almost everything in the living room and all the art on their walls. Steve always assumed that if she decided to finally leave, she'd take him too.

At least he already has a lot of practice at being wrong.

For once when he leaves the house with his dad's credit card and little else, he actually has a reason. Usually it's just to get out. It's supposed to be a forty-five minute drive to the mall, but rain starts pouring down halfway there and it ends up taking a little over an hour because nobody knows how to fucking drive. He's lucky enough to snag a spot right outside the Sears entrance and run inside without getting completely drenched, though his shoes won't stop squeaking on the tile.

He doesn't have the time or really know how to replace wallpaper, so he's gotta work with the yellow flowers. Steve's always liked yellow. It can be hard to pull off in clothing form, but it reminds him of sunshine and dandelions and bananas and a million other awesome things that Maxine hopefully likes too. But what if she doesn't? He can't lean into the yellow too hard.

The bedding has to come first. It's the center of the room, and he can pick other stuff based on whatever will match it. Steve walks down the aisle and frowns. The sets all just look like old lady shit. Why does everything have to have flowers or ruffles on it or cost, like, a thousand dollars? The colors are all wrong, too. So many pinks, and he knows from Nancy that people just assume girls will like pink and then drown them in it, so he can't do that to Maxine. He looks around and sees the next aisle: KIDS' BEDDING. Thank fuckin' god.

Some of this stuff is terrible, too, covered in teddy bears and Rainbow Brite, but some of the ones marked TEEN BED SET are alright. One of them has skateboards all over it. Steve considers it for a second, because skateboarding is pretty cool, but it doesn't match the wallpaper at all and it's kind of too specific for a kid he's never met. Maybe she broke her arm skateboarding once and now she has skateboard trauma.

#em talks #lesbianrobin.ficscraps

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punishdsin · 21 days

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Welcome to Silent Hill, @antielevator. We've been expecting you.

As James cautiously steps into the abandoned apartments of Silent Hill, he is immediately assailed by a sense of dread that seems to seep from the very walls themselves. The air is heavy with the stench of decay, and the once-familiar corridors twist and contort before his eyes, their shapes warping and shifting in a grotesque mockery of reality.

The dim light filtering through cracked windows casts eerie shadows that dance across the peeling wallpaper, giving the impression of malevolent entities lurking just out of sight. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of curtains sends a shiver down James's spine, his nerves on edge as he braces himself for whatever horrors await him in this twisted realm.

As he moves deeper into the apartments, the walls seem to close in around him, pressing in on all sides with suffocating intensity. Strange symbols and cryptic messages adorn the walls, written in blood-red paint that seems to pulse with a life of its own.

Despite the oppressive nature weighing heavily upon him, James presses on, his footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty halls. He knows that he must navigate this nightmarish maze if he ever hopes to uncover the truth behind his own personal hell.

But with each passing moment, the Otherworld's grip tightens, its malevolent presence drawing him further into its clutches. As he struggles to maintain his sanity, James can't help but wonder if he will ever escape this twisted dimension or if he is doomed to wander its corridors for eternity.

While wandering the twisting corridors he was met with the sight of a solitary figure, shrouded in a shadow. James couldn't shake the feeling of unease that washed over him as he approached the mysterious stranger. " Hey...you all right? " James called out, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't quite make out the man's features in the dim light, and a part of him wondered if the figure before him was even real or just another illusion conjured up by the twisted depths of the Otherworld.

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aemiron-main · 2 months

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Sorry if this is an obvious question but as I’m reading more and more Henry/Edward posts the more confused I get about the currant timeline (I know I’m probably supposed to be but STILL), you might’ve established this in a post you’ve already made- and if you have feel free to just link it and not re-explain everything

So like after the events of Edward being sent to dimension x after the massacre- and he “turns” into Vecna (since we’ve established Vecna=Edward and not Henry) what happens to Henry-? Maybe this is an obvious question sorry but like

Since Vecna isn’t Henry- where does he go???

WHERE IS HE??

Like is he just mentally not there anymore or is he at least somewhat Vecna?

MAYBE THIS IS AN UNANSWERED THING THAT ISNT CLEAR BUT IF THERE IS A “CLEAR” ANSWER/What you personally think happened I wanna know! You’re very much big brain 🙏

AND SRRY AGAIN IF THIS IS RLLY OBVIOUS MY BRAIN HAS TAKEN IN SM INFO TODAY LMAO

HELLOOO!! No worries at all!! :DD It’s a great question!

So, the thing is, as far as the “current timeline” goes, we don’t always know what timeline we’re in- after all, the Henry and Edward papers seem to have somehow ended up in the same timeline, as Robin and Nancy read both of them.

Which, in this post, I assumed that the Creel house with the red wallpaper was Henry’s house/the Hawkins gang was in Henry’s timeline in those scenes because that seemed to be the timeline where we got the scene of Victor mentioning Henry by name- however, this is just my best guess, because there’s evidence in some of the papers to indicate that Victor was also taken in by Hawkins lab and had his brain fried similarly to Terry, and he ALSO has a bizarre number of parallels to El’s NINA scenes- so, point is, Victor might not be remembering the right boy, there’s a chance he could be Edward’s father, and had his brain messed with & ended up thinking his son’s name was Henry instead, OR there’s the chance that Victor himself ended up in the wrong timeline.

Especially considering Fringe being a confirmed source of inspiration for ST versus Victor’s constant parallels to Walter Bishop from Fringe- Walter, who raised the “wrong” son/raised the alternate timeline version of his son because his original son from his actual timeline had died.

I’m not saying either of those things re: Victor are true for certain, he still could very well just be Henry’s dad, and it could be as simple as that- but the point I’m making with this is that we don’t know for sure- and because we don’t know things like this for sure, we can’t always know what timeline we’re being shown in the show- because going back to that Creel house wallpaper example from this post, we ARE being shown two different timelines, even if we don’t know for sure which timeline is which.

So, this subtle way of showing two different timelines/ST’s tendency to splice together clips of different timelines & present those clips as if theyre part of one continuous timeline (when in reality it’s clips from multiple timelines but together) makes it really difficult to figure out which timeline we’re seeing in a given scene.

So, my main point here is that there isn’t really a “current” timeline- because we’ve already seen clips in S4 from multiple timelines, so we don’t know what other scenes in the show could be from the Edward timeline vs the Henry timeline.

But anyway, setting that aside, let’s get into your main question- what happened to Henry?

It’s a fantastic question, hell, it’s one of MY biggest questions LMAO, because as far as what happened to Henry goes, we don’t know for sure- but we do have some ideas.

One of the main ideas is that Henry is in another NINA tank, hooked up to the NINA system, hence why he seems to be so “present,” in NINA, and seems to be aware of the simulation.

I made this post about the parallels between The Evil Within and Stranger Things, and the STEM System versus NINA, and Ruvik versus Henward, and long story short, there’s a ton of parallels in that post that support the idea of Henry being in a NINA tank/in the simulation SOMEHOW, even if he’s not in a tank.

And there’s also the fact that there’s BTS photos of a white NINA tank suit for Henward-

-which, this indicates that a.) Henry was very very likely NINA’d at SOME point, and b.) the NINA technology predates El- after all, NINA is just the name of this specific project, so who knows what other projects this NINA technology has been used on (especially considering the Project One stuff hidden in the code of the TFS website, in addition to Brenner’s Project Talisman footage/files)!

And there’s also Brenner’s line about how El could get “lost in the darkness,” if they go through NINA too quickly, versus Brenner later saying that he believed Henry was “hiding in the darkness,”- so, again, I wonder if Henry ended up in the void/as part of the simulation/if the NINA simulation behaves almost like a pocket realm/if it’s similar to Vecna’s mindlair in the sense that it’s actually in the void/in the “darkness” (look at how Vecna’s mindlair dissolves into the void), especially considering what I talked about in this post re: a “backdoor” into Vecna’s mind lair versus a “backdoor” in the context of computer viruses, versus the NINA computer program.

I’m not saying that the NINA simulation world & the mindlair are the same place, as the mindlair is in Vecna’s mind, but if we think of the void as this infinite place that transcends space and time, then the mindlair and the simulation world could both be in the the void, but still not be the same place.

And hell, if the NINA simulation IS Henry’s mind somehow, especially considering that in The Evil Within, the STEM simulation is Ruvik’s mind, then is Henry lost/hiding in his own mind?

And hence the whole “NINA and getting lost in the darkness” thing versus Vecna’s mindlair being in the void, because if NINA is Henry’s equivalent of a mindlair (more like a mind prison), then it would explain that NINA-void connection, because Vecna’s mindlair has already established that peoples’ mind places dissolve into the void/seemingly exist in the void in SOME way.

SO, ANYWAY, YES!! This is very much an unanswered thing, and it’s something I’m really curious about, especially considering all of the weird simulation vibes with TFS + the stuff that points to TFS not actually taking place in the 50s, but instead, the 70s- stuff like the anachronistic song references, and the fact that Rachel, Nevada (the town that Henry’s supposedly from in TFS) didn’t even exist until 1978.

AND THANK YOU AWGWHWHDH <<333

Personally, I think he’s stuck in the NINA simulation and/or the void somehow, at least mentally (which then brings up his physical body- is his physical body in a tank, or is it somewhere else? Does he even HAVE a physical body anymore? After all, in The Evil Within, Ruvik’s body was destroyed except for his brain, which then serves as the basis for the STEM system- did something similar happen with Henry and NINA? And/or *Patty* and NINA, especially considering all of Argyle’s stuff re: NINA being a “small woman,” versus Patty being a small woman, but I’m getting off topic LMAO), and I won’t be surprised if Henry’s in a tank/facility that’s underneath Hawkins Lab.

And to add one final bit of confusion for you re: Henry, not only do we not know where Henry went, but we also don’t really know who Henry IS- specifically when it comes to The First Shadow, there’s a BUNCH of weirdness re: “who is Henry Creel?”

Like, not only is the question “who is Henry Creel?” stated by Walter in the beginning of the play, but a.) Alice says that Henry is “not Henry,” during one of the Attic scenes, and b.) TFS Henry is 14 in 1959, whereas in-show Henry was 12 in 1959, and c.) The 7 year old Henry we see in the flashback/birthday video footage in TFS looks NOTHING like TFS Henry or in-show Henry! He’s got DARK brown, almost black hair, he’s straight up a different kid.

And so, that also brings me to something I mentioned on here the other day- not only do we have all of that weirdness re: 7 year old Henry and TFS Henry, but also, isn’t it weird that the only sources that mention Henry Creel in-show are a.) a conspiracy newspaper, the Weekly Watcher, and b.) Victor Creel, who very likely had his brain scrambled by the lab?

Like, EDWARD’s the guy whose name shows up in the actual non-conspiracy paper, and everything happened to Edward first compared to Henry (ie, Edward moved to Hawkins two years before Henry did, Edward’s Creel murders happened a few days before Henry’s murders, etc), so was Henry Creel ever actually real? Or is he the result of some sort of lab meddling re: timelines and experiments?

Did Henry ever really exist?

I wish I knew for sure!

(AND OMG THATS SO FAIR LMAO ITS A GREAT QUESTION NO WORRIES!!! I HOPE THIS HELPS!! )

#stranger things #st asks #henry creel #edward creel #timeline theory

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firsttimewriter92 · 2 years

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Everything Black Pt. 2

This is a Post Azkaban Sirius Black x fem! reader (Muggle) fic I came up with. This is the first time I´m writing something like this and posting it, so let me know if you have any suggestions as to how I can improve my writing. I am not a native speaker so please keep that in mind :) Please, please don´t copy my work. If you want to repost, please do. I would love it if you tagged me, though :)

Warnings: Dark Wizard "fun" (not pleasent, only in description). Maybe Walburga Black and her screeching. Cheeky Sirius is a warning in itself.

Word count: 8.600 (big chapter, Pt. 1 was more of a teaser)

Summary: Dumbledore brings you to a strange place with even stranger happenings. You get to hear some comments about your host but what happens when you actually meet him?

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You felt as if someone was forcing you down a tube way too small for your body. Your stomach in knots your feet hit the ground hard. You almost fell, but a surprisingly strong hand caught your elbow and pulled you upright again. „Urrgh…what in the actual misty hell was that?“, you groaned out. „You just apparated. We travelled the fastest way we know.“ The old man answered a bit bemused. You shot him a glare holding your head. „We?“, you asked. „We as in Wizards?“. He nodded slowly. You shook your head, regretting it immediately. „That was awful…where are we anyway?“ you asked looking around. You were standing next to some bushes at the fence of some park. It was dark, only a dim streetlight on the other side of the fence showed a moderate street with typical architecture. Typical for „London?!“, you almost shouted.

„But how? We were just—?”

„Indeed, isn´t it fascinating?“, the old man asked now positively grinning at you.

„That´s one word for it“, you grumbled.

Now that your head and stomach began to feel normal again, the weight of what just happened started to settle. Before you could open your mouth, the old man started to walk towards a gate and out onto the street. You hurried after him opening your mouth, but he was faster again. „I am afraid questions need to wait Miss ___. There is something I would like to show you.“ You nodded and walked beside the man until he stopped. You stood in front of a baroque looking house with a big brass number 12 over the door. You did not know what it was, but the outside of the house already gave you shivers. It didn´t exactly look well taken care of. „Where are we?“, you asked. „This is the home of someone I know. Someone that could use your help“, he answered.

„My help? How am I supposed to help a frickin´ wizard?“ you asked him with doubt dripping from your voice.

The man started to walk towards the door. When you both stood before it, he held the door handle and said „There are some problems in this world that cannot be solved with magic, my dear. I have no doubt you will do an excellent job. Please make sure not to make too much noise.“

And with these words he opened the door, gesturing for you to enter first. For some eerie reason you trusted this weird old man. You stepped into a dark, long hallway. High ceilings were plastered with already peeling dark green and silver wallpaper and very old paintings. The air was heavy. You didn´t know if it was the dust or the overall threat that seemed to ooze out of every wall. To your left, there was a narrow flight of stairs that lead up to the upper floors. With a look upward you could see a giant chandelier hanging from a seemingly non-existent ceiling. Some soft light emitted from it. You walked further into the house wondering who in their right mind would like to stay in this house for longer than absolutely necessary. „To your left please, Miss___.“ You turned your head toward the old man and saw a door to your left. You opened it and found a flight of stairs going downward. You raised an eyebrow and looked at the man. „Ah, is this now the part where I actually die?“, you asked with a half-smile. The man chuckled and went down the stairs before you.

You began to hear faint voices. To your surprise you did not end up in a dingy cellar, but a kitchen. The layout of the house just did not make sense to you but then again, you were in the presence of a wizard and in the house of one. One side of the kitchen had three big windows. Given they were a bit dirty, but you imagined this part of the house to be brighter than the rest. A big wooden table stood in the middle of the long room and there where people sitting there. You peeked behind the wizards back to look at them. They had a heated discussion, so they had not noticed you yet. The old man cleared his throat. „Please excuse our tardiness, we ran into a problem“, he said with a kind voice. The voices stopped immediately to look at the newcomers. „Albus, about time“, a kind looking plump woman with red hair stood up. „Would you like some tea?“, she asked on her way to the stove. Albus? Was that the wizards name? How odd.

„That would be much appreciated Molly. Please prepare a second cup for our guest as well“, he said. The woman Molly turned around and saw you, now standing next to the old man.

„Oh“, she looked a bit bewildered. „Yes, of course Albus. How do you have your tea, dear?“ she asked you now directly. The before- going bewilderment changed into a small smile.

„Ah…just milk, thank you“, you said giving her a small smile back.

„Who did you bring with you, Albus?“ Another man stood from the table and walked towards you. He was a man in his mid to late 30´s you guessed. He had short brown hair and faint scars running across his face. His voice was a bit concerned as he reached out his hand to first shake the wizards and then yours.

„This young lady was about to run into trouble with some Death eaters when I joined. Seeing as she already saw them casting spells, I figured it would not be a good idea to leave her there. Everyone, I would like you to meet ___. And“, he held up a hand as he could see the question in everyone’s faces, „Yes, ___ is a Muggle.“

Death eaters, spells, apparating, men with scars across their face…your head was reeling but you tried not to let them see your inner turmoil. But…

“Hey!“ you exclaimed when you noticed every new person in the room just stared at you. Some with an open mouth. Molly even shot the old man a look of have you lost your mind?

„I may have only learned tonight that magic is real and all, but there is no need to call me names“, you said sternly and looked at the man called Albus with slits for eyes.

„Oh no need to worry, dear. Muggles are what we call people without magic is all“, Molly said in a haste as she placed two cups of tea on the table. You were still glaring but nodded. She smiled at you and patted the stool in front of the cup for you to take a seat. Albus remained standing up while accepting his cup. You now had a chance to look at the other two people in the kitchen. Another red headed man with glasses was looking intently but friendly at you. He opened his mouth but before he could ask a question the last person in the room plopped down next to you. A young woman, maybe your age with bright pink bubble-gum hair was grinning wildly at you. „Hey there. I´m Tonks, pleased to meet you“, she said with a bright voice. You couldn´t help but return a smile just as bright giving her your name again. „Soooo,“ the scarred man turned to you in his seat. „You escaped two death eaters, learned magic is real and met several wizards in one night. How is it you are not passed out or in need of alcohol?“ You took a sip of your tea and looked at him. Even though he looked like he didn´t much care about his appearance you noticed that he had very warm eyes and was over all not bad looking.

„Honestly, I might still lose it but…what I witnessed tonight was so much more exciting than what happened my whole life, so…I would honestly like to know more about this. And about the alcohol, I will take some if the offer still stands“, you gave him a lopsided grin. He smiled briefly at you, stood up and produced a bottle of amber liquid and some small glasses. „Yes. Now you are talking Remus“, Tonks snatched two glasses and the bottle from the table and filled them. Remus sat down again and with a slightly bowed head looked at her. One corner of his mouth quirked up. Was that a blush you saw?

Albus had been quietly talking to Molly and the other red headed man. „I mean, seeing that man moping around the place, maybe this is not such a bad idea.“ Molly said. „But Albus, a Muggle. She cannot leave knowing what she knows now.“

„I am aware, Molly“, Albus said. „And if she wishes to leave, we have spells that can handle the situation“.

Molly still looked kind of concerned. „Do you think he will take kindly to her? I mean…he is a handful even for those who know him“, the red headed man said. „Arthur!“, Molly said with a frown. „He just came back from Azkaban and now he is stuck here. I do understand that his mood might not be the best. He is most cheerful when there is company around. It is worth a try at least“, she said. Arthur nodded. „You are right, my dear. We should try.“

„Excellent. In this case I would like to excuse myself. There is still a school to run“, Albus said with a smile.

„___, I am afraid I must take my leave. Molly and Arthur will get you settled in. You will meet your host in the morning. I am afraid he is …passed out.“ Albus stood there and smiled down at you. You had been chatting with Remus and Tonks about different types of spells and were so into the conversation, that you almost didn´t realize that the sun must be coming up soon. „Oh, I see. Good. Although I still don´t know what exactly I am doing here. How am I supposed to help?“ you asked. A bit worried you looked around the other faces. „No worries, dear. We will find something for you to be helpful with around the house for now.“ Molly gave you a sweet smile which you returned. You were absolutely sure that this woman must be a mother. You felt warm in her presence. Albus clapped his hands and smiled around. „Now that this is settled ,___I wish you a very good first night here. I will be back as soon as I can. Goodbye“.

„Thank you, Sir.“ You simply said. But what your eyes told Albus with just one glance was the exact deeper meaning of those words. He nodded his head and ascended the stairs.

„Now, my sweet. I guess you must be very tired. How about I lay you off the Firewhiskey and make sure you have a place to sleep. We have been cleaning a lot more rooms than we normally would have done but it seems, we will be quite a number of people for Christmas, so we really had no other choice. I will make sure one of the rooms is ready for you. Remus, why don´t you show ___ the upper floors until I am done?“.

With these words Molly scampered off, followed by a yawning Arthur who winked at you before following his wife. You were pretty sure at that point. Those two seemed too familiar with each other to be anything else. You might have had two or three shots with Tonks when they were talking to Albus, but your eyes were wondering through the kitchen anyways. So many strange things to see. But what you noticed the most, was the clear absence of electricity. Remus snapped you out of your thoughts.

„I guess we don´t have that much time before your room is ready. Why don´t I show you the library before we go to bed?“ He rose from his seat. For a slight moment you could see that there where scars even adorning his forearms. You wondered what happened to him. Tonks, rolling her eyes at the mention of the library said „She is a Muggle, Remus. You could show her something more interesting than a library.“ „Actually“, you said quickly, „I like libraries. They are usually quiet and filled with wisdom and Fantasy. I am guessing the library of a wizard will be much more so. I would really like to see it“, you mentioned and turned to Remus who gave you a brilliant smile. „Well in that case, I´ll be off“, Tonks said. Giving you a very enthusiastic hug. „Moody will have my head if I am not paying attention at the meeting tomorrow.“ She squeezed your hand one last time, smiled a bit more timidly at Remus and vanished up the stairs.

„I like her“, you said with a giggle and turned to Remus.

“Yea”, was all he said but the way he said it, you could swear you heard a silent me too. You smiled to yourself. How interesting.

“Please, follow me”, he said and gestured to the stairs.

You walked back into the long hallway with the staircase and that sinking feeling returned to your stomach. You took the narrow staircase, now to your right to the first upper floor. Halfway up to the second you caught a glimpse of something odd on the wall. You stopped dead in your tracks. Eyes wide you stared at a Portrait of what seemed to be a torture scene. A bony wizard was standing above a small creature with long ears and nose. Wand pointing at the creature that seemed to scream it´s lungs out. With horror you looked at the scene before you and noticed why it had caught your attention in the first place. The creature at the wizards' feet was moving. It rolled from side to side, clutching the only type of ragged clothing it wore. All the while, the bony wizard was smiling away. A hand on your shoulder made you jump high in the air and with eyes as big as sauce plates you stared at Remus. He had a solemn look on his face.

“This house belonged to a Family that did not much care about others´ lives or believes. They thought of themselves as the elite. As better humans”, he said bitterly. His eyes switching to the portrait. Even though his words were cold, the hand that was still gently squeezing your shoulder was warm.

“So, what about the wizard that lives here now? Is he…”, Remus took his hand away from your shoulder and snickered.

“Oh, don´t you worry. You will find the last heir of the antient and noble house of Black to be anything but like his ancestors. He marvels in the thought that they would turn in their graves if they knew what kind of “filth” was living in their home at the moment.” He grinned down at you which made you feel a lot better about meeting the man actually. Remus seemed to know him quite well. So, Black was the Family name you supposed.

You arrived on the second landing where there was a big wooden door in the middle of the corridor. It was slightly ajar, and you could see the glimmer of a fire coming from the room. Remus pushed the door open and gestured you to walk in first. As you did, a surprised breath escaped your mouth. Now you knew, this house was definitely magical. The room you just entered was more like a hall. The Bookshelves along the walls where so high that the soft lights of the fire and various gas lamps could not illuminate their highest point. Before a big stone fireplace were several armchairs and a big sofa. Given all the furniture looked a bit ragged and definitely old, this room with its floor length windows next to the fireplace was almost homely. There where books strewn across the floor as well. Some of them were stacked in ways that normal physics would not be able to explain. Fascinated you turned your head left and right, all the while walking towards the armchairs. Remus followed you and noticed the empty bottle of Firewhiskey before you did. Next to a big leather armchair stood a small brass table. The bottle that Remus now grabbed, tipped over on top of it. With a questioning look you looked at the bottle and then at Remus, who´s forehead was in wrinkles. He looked at you almost apologetically.

“Nasty habit he has, ever since he came back to this house. It seems to be the only thing helping him sleep at night.” He sighed and with a flick of his wrist, the bottle vanished into thin air. Rather than be impressed at what you just saw, Remus was kind of delighted at your next question, even though it made his own heart a bit heavier. “What happened to him?” you asked with concern lacing your voice. Remus smiled at you. You were a Muggle who just learned that magic was real. It was all around you now, but you focused on your host. His wellbeing even, although you had not met him yet. Albus, Remus thought…you planned this out well.

“I am sorry, ___ but I am not the person you should ask. He will tell you once he trusts you. Let me just say that the last 14 years have been less than kind to the man. He has a good heart, brilliant mind actually, and he is the biggest man-child you will ever meet, believe me,” this made you chuckle. Remus continued with a bit less joy to his voice “But he is working through some problems at the moment and therefore can be a bit difficult to be around. But don´t worry”, he said with a reassuring smile. “I am sure you will have no problem getting to know him. He actually likes company, craves it even. I am sure you will do well.” He had an almost hopeful look in his eye. “You are friends.” You stated matter of factly. Remus nodded and escorted you back to the doors. “Have known the man for a long time” he said. When he closed the doors, you heard steps coming down the stairs from the third floor and Molly appeared above you. “___, dear. Your room is ready now.” You smiled at Remus and wished him a good night. He returned the smile with a nod and started walking along the corridor to his left. You assumed that is where his room was.

Following Molly up the steps she led you to a door which seemed to be right above the library. When you entered you were quite surprised. It was another room with high ceilings but not as dark as the other rooms you had seen so far. The walls where a pale green color and the window had some stained glass in it. There was a big four poster bed on one side of the room and a cupboard on the other. With not much space between the furniture it still didn´t look cramped. “It isn´t much but if you knew what it first looked like, huh”, Molly laughed and walked towards the end of the room. “There is a small bathroom right through here”, she pointed to the door. “And here, Tonks sent these shortly after she got home”, Molly handed you a package with some clothes in it. “There should be Pajamas in there as well”. You stared at the package and looked at Molly. “How did she…?”

“Oh, she noticed you came without any suitcases or even a bag, so she assumed you would need these”, she pointed at the clothes.

You smiled and took a closer look. They actually looked like they would fit just fine. “Thank you,” you mumbled not even wondering anymore how Tonks managed to send the package that quickly. Molly patted your cheek affectionally and said, “You get situated. I believe you must be exhausted. Sleep. And tomorrow I will wake you for lunch, breakfast is way too early. You can meet Sirius after that.” You whipped your head up. “Sirius?” you asked. Molly nodded and retreated to the door, turning one last time before closing the door. “Yes, Sirius is the owner of this house and one of the reasons Albus brought you here. Have a good night, deary”, she smiled and left.

You sat on the bed, Pajamas in hand and wondering how you ended up in this more than surreal situation. Surely it wasn´t a dream. Too much has happened for that to be the case. So, in conclusion, this must all be real. Your head was reeling with the possibilities of what you might witness next. Truthfully spoken, the house you were in gave you the jitters but the people currently inhabiting it seemed to be very nice and open about the idea of living with someone that didn´t know any magic. Was this common? Were there other non- magical folk out there who knew? You entered the small bathroom and saw that Molly had provided you with the essentials. You brushed your teeth and washed your face at the single standing sink in front of another stained-glass window before you put on the pajamas and crawled underneath the covers. You could see a faint light coming from the window. It was morning already. You didn´t think you would be able to sleep but as soon as your head hit the pillow your eyes began to get heavier and heavier. Your last thought before you drifted of was…. Sirius. Sirius Black, apparently. What a strange yet nice name. Never heard anything like it, you thought. You were looking forward to meeting this wizard. Hopefully he would not reject your help. Whatever that entitled.

You woke up to the sunlight streaming in through the still slightly dirty window. You blinked and rolled over in bed. As soon as you did, all what happened came flooding back and you bolted upright. You looked around. You were still in the baroque bedroom with the high ceilings. A grin spread onto your face. Magic was real. You jumped out of bed like a child on Christmas and rushed to brush your teeth and get dressed. The clothes Tonks sent actually fit you. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Now that it was day, you could see much more of the house. True, it was still a dingy, dark place but not as threatening as it seemed at night. Your stomach began to growl. Carefully, you made your way down the stairs, avoiding looking at the moving portrait from last night. It still made you a bit sick. When you reached the last steps and made your way to your left for the kitchen, your foot caught a heavy object and before you knew it you and the object tumbled to the floor with a loud crash. “Ouch”, you said trying to get up, but immediately your hands flew to your ears covering them. A loud shriek echoed through the whole house. “MAGGOTS, BLOODTRAITORS AND HALFBLOODS IN MY HOUSE!” You turned around and looked up to a huge portrait of a woman screeching and positively spitting while pointing at you. Her eyes were the coldest you had ever seen, mere slits with which she looked at you in utter disgust. You got up and looked around in a panic.

Suddenly you heard a door crash open and hurried footsteps coming from the other side of the corridor. “SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH YOU FOUL EVIL HAG!” Not even a second after that, a tall man with long black hair emerged the same moment Remus came thundering up the steps from the kitchen, pushing you aside. You watched as both men tried their best to cover the portrait with the heavy curtain that framed it. It must have been quite difficult as both of them were out of breath the moment the curtain closed, and a chilling silence erupted. “Merlin, Tonks, how many times have I told you to be more carefu-“, the black-haired man hissed as he turned around, stopping his sentence as soon as he saw you. You stared at him. This must be Sirius Black.

You did not know what you expected, but the man in front of you surely was not it. His long hair was a bit unkempt, strands of light silver already adorning the sides of his temples and a beard that made a great effort to hide his high cheekbones. His eyes shone in a cloudy silver color. They looked tired, sunken in, but something told you, this man had absolute control over all his senses right now. He looked at you with surprise and something else you could not pinpoint yet. Was it curiosity?

He nodded his head over to the right and you three entered another room. A study. You turned around to the two men when Sirius had closed the door and whispered, “I Ehm…I´m really sorry about that. I didn´t know this would happen”.

“No need to whisper, love. The old bat can´t hear us in here”, Sirius said with a frown towards the door. You immediately thought that this look didn´t suit him at all.

“´s alright. I guess nobody told you”, he said carefully with a look towards Remus.

“I am Sirius Black, the owner of this house. Although I am beginning to doubt that fact seeing as there is a guest I did not even know arrived”, he said with a mixture of amusement and mild accusation looking at Remus with raised eyebrows. That small smile almost made your heart skip a beat. His tone was careful but not at all hostile. His voice deep and a bit gravelly, as if he had just woken up. Remus lay a hand on your shoulder pushing you lightly forward towards Sirius saying, “This is ___. Albus brought her along last night. Apparently, she accidentally ran into two death eaters right before they started attacking Kingsley. Seeing as she wasn´t safe there anymore, he brought her here. He couldn´t be sure if the death eaters saw her or not.” Sirius looked at you. His eyes twinkling with interest.

“Well ___, you got lucky. That could have ended pretty badly.” Your name on his tongue almost made you sigh but you stopped yourself soon enough by answering.

“Yea well, I had no idea what was going on. I just duck behind a trash can. All these lights and explosions all around. First, I thought they were fireworks. And then this weirdly dressed old man, asking for a Mint….”, you shook your head with a laugh. “Strange night I tell you”. Sirius had started to smile while you were talking but soon after you ended your little monolog, he looked at you with an open mouth. His head turned to the side, making him look strangely like a dog listening to something. He came closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He was even more handsome up close. You could see the little lines around his grey eyes. “Are you…?”, he began hesitantly, and you answered with a bit of a miffed voice.

“Yea, apparently I am a….Muddle?”

“Muggle”

“Gesundheit”

With a barking laugh, Sirius threw his head back. You jumped a little at the sudden outburst but soon started laughing as well. It was contagious. “You hear that you old bat?!”, he spat towards the door, obviously talking to the portrait.

“There is A MUGGLE in the great and noble house of Black! Oh, darling you don’t know how much joy you just brought into these halls”, he cackled looking at you again with a wide grin on his lips. You noticed that he immediately looked younger by doing so. You liked that look on his face so much better than the frown he wore just seconds ago. Remus smirked and mouthed a Told you towards you. You felt your cheeks warm and smiled at him. Then, out of nowhere your stomach growled again with ferocity. Opening your mouth to apologize, Sirius combed his hand through his hair and looked at you sheepishly. “I am a terrible host am I not? Please, follow me to the kitchen”, he smiled and offered you his arm. You gaped at him for a second but started to walk towards him after a gentle nudge to your back from Remus. As you held onto Sirius´ arm, he opened the door and gave you a sign to hush. You were so perplexed with the non-forced chivalry that this man possessed, you almost did not realize how your own fingers passed your lips from left to right, signaling Sirius that you would not make a sound. You did feel the drop of your stomach though when he grinned down at you with such delight, you honestly wondered why you were ever worried about him being hostile.

Behind you, Remus stared at your backs in utter disbelief. He shook his head following you. He knew that you being a Muggle would delight Sirius immensely, seeing how much he hated the whole aura to the house and the people who used to live there. There was nothing Sirius would enjoy more than to piss off his ancestors. This little trick from Albus was surely a great way to distract Sirius from all the doom and gloom he radiated the past few weeks. Remus had not seen him in such a good mood since Molly announced that Christmas would take place at Sirius´ old home this year. He could see his old friend gaining back somewhat of his old wit almost week by week. But he had an encouraging feeling that you might manage to make his stay here actually bearable.

You arrived in the kitchen a few moments later. Still holding on to Sirius´ arm. He smelled good. Like firewood, cigarettes and something slightly sweet. Earthy and utterly unique. Your fingers touching him where tingling even though you were only touching his clothes. He wore a burgundy linen shirt with a deep neckline, some black trousers and a knee length walking coat of black patterned velvet. Anywhere else in the world these clothes belonged in a theatre but when he wore it in this house, you did not question it for a minute. The elegant clothes however did not quite match with the slight rugged appearance of the man wearing them. They also made quite a contrast to the tattoos he had. You noticed some on his long fingers and one that seemed to peak out of the shirt. A weird feeling of wanting to take a much closer look at that one overcame you.

In the kitchen stood Molly, rummaging around with some pots and pans. Your guess from last night was correct. The kitchen was far brighter than the rest of the house thanks to the windows. It was a simple kitchen, clearly as there were no electronics whatsoever. It seemed like a kitchen from a cottage in the middle of nowhere. “Good morning, Molly, my dear”, Sirius bellowed and snickered when Molly shot up with a screech and whipped around. She halted what she was doing and stared at the picture in front of her. A mischievous grinning Sirius and you still holding on to his arm looking at her apologetically. “Merlin, Sirius. I was not expecting you to be up yet”, she said in a dignified tone. “Yea, well”, he drawled and led you over to the far end of the long table. You let go of his arm and he pulled out a chair for you. Still bewildered, you sat down making eye contact with Molly who looked just as surprised. Though she caught herself quicker than you. With a sweet smile she asked “Did you sleep well,___? I was about to cook just now and come get you after”.

“I slept really well actually. Thank you for preparing such a nice room.” Sitting down next to you at the head of the table Sirius scoffed.

“Nice room? There´s no need for flattery, love. This house is about as welcoming as pit full of blastended scroots.”

“Blastended what now?”, you asked completely confused. “It might not be very welcoming looking, but I assure you Mr. Black, I know it is not the interieur that makes a home a home. It´s the people that live there. The home I had couldn´t be called that either.” You looked at him with a reassuring smile.

Sirius was in a turmoil. He looked at this woman who had just made him feel better about living in this second hellhole that was prepared for him. It did not even seem like she made an effort for that. He only knew her for a couple of minutes. Yet, his brain screamed at him to not let this woman leave earlier than she probably must. But on the other hand, hadn´t Remus said that Dumbledore brought her here for her own safety? He almost didn´t want to hope that that would mean he wouldn´t be alone most of the time. Her being a Muggle surely complicated things but for him, it was a joy as well. His thoughts spiraled left and right as he was trying to figure out what to feel. Joy, satisfaction, curiosity, doubt…Would Dumbledore really let her stay? Would she want to?

On the other side of the kitchen, Molly listened to your words and almost immediately had to swallow a lump that was caught in her throat. Somehow you managed to delight and even encourage one of the most emotionally scarred men there were. Molly understood Sirius´ mood swings, though she did not encourage them. And here you were, knowing nothing about the man, his world or what had occurred and still, innocently you said exactly what needed to be said.

Molly hoped dearly, that once you saw Sirius´ other side or learned what had happened, that you would still decide to stay.

Sirius´ scrunched up his nose. “Darling, I am afraid I must insist you call me Sirius. Mr. Black sounds incredibly old and frankly, I am not.” He said in a teasing manner leaning a bit towards you with his elbows on the table. You grinned at him. You liked his boyish charm though you bet that there was nothing else remotely “boyish” about this man.

“Careful ____, if you are being too nice to him, he will follow you around like a dog. Isn´t that right, Padfoot?”, Remus emerged from the stairwell and entered the kitchen with a bemused look on his face. Sirius laughed again, that glorious barking laugh that made your belly twist with glee. Remus sat down right across from you and relaxed against the chair.

“Padfoot?”, you asked curiously looking from a grinning Sirius to a somehow smug looking Remus. “It´s my nickname from school”, Sirius said with a playful eyeroll. “This one”, he pointed at Remus, “is Moony. And I suggest you be on your toes with this one, darling. He can be a bit…skittish once in a while, isn´t that right, Moony?” He repeated and winked at Remus who´s own turn it was to roll his eyes. “But truth be told”, he continued leaning back in his seat and drumming his fingers on the table lightly, “the dog part might not be very farfetched.” He looked at you intensly and you were trying your best to hold of a blush. You smiled, looking at the suddenly very interesting tabletop. “Wouldn´t be too bad”, you shrugged. “I like dogs”, you stated simply.

A loud, exasperated sigh from Remus snapped your head up and not a second later Sirius´ head had met the table in an overly dramatic fashion. “Did you hear that, Moony?”, he asked a bit too loudly. “She likes dooogs!”, now whisper yelling this information to his friend, stretching the word dogs. You started laughing at their behavior.

“Yes, Sirius. I heard her”, Remus said with a bored voice. “You really need to stop stroking his ego so much,____. His head is big enough as it is.” You looked at him questioningly.

“How is me liking dogs stroking his ego?”, you asked and pointed at Sirius who in the meantime had come up from the table and looked at you dreamily with his chin in his palm. “All in due time, my dear. We don´t want to overwhelm you”, he said. “Overwhelm me? How….?”, you began but immediately closed your mouth when you saw plates and cutlery hovering over the table, settling neatly in front of Sirius, Remus and you. Your eyes shot towards Molly who, with a wink and an elegant twist with her wand sent steaming pots and pans from the stove across the table, setting them in front of you. You didn´t dare even move. All those things just floated through the air so effortlessly. You thought moving a single muscle would burst the bubble and everything would vanish.

Sirius was eyeing you from the side, nervous you would be spooked. But all he saw was your mouth opening, closing, opening again and then a huge smile spreading across your face. He let go of the breath he was holding and when you looked at him like an excited child, he felt his insides twist in a very strange manner. Merlin, it had been quite a while since he felt that.

“What else can you do?” You asked excitedly and almost bounced around on your chair. Remus looked at you warmly and said “Pretty much anything you can imagine. We will show you, no worries. But how about we eat first? Molly is an excellent cook.”

And she was. You were absolutely sure that it had nothing to do with you being hungry, but with the fact that this food was made with magic, that made a simple lunch taste so incredibly good. When all the plates where cleared you wanted to help do the dishes, but Molly just laughed, thanked you kindly and flicked her wand again. Absolutely fascinated you watched as the dishes flew to the sink and well, washed themselves. You really wanted to stay and watch more magic, but Sirius appeared behind you whispering, “Dirty dishes are not half as exciting as what we could show you in the library.” It was not the prospect of witnessing more magic that let the hair on your arms and neck stand at attention. Not this time at least. If that man continued to come closer each time you spoke, you knew you would be in trouble.

As Molly excused herself, Sirius, Remus and you made your way to the library. The enormous room had lost a bit of its coziness as cold daylight illuminated the bookshelves. But at least now, you could actually read some of the book titles. They were fascinating to you. Old leather-bound books with gold lettering read titles like “Old wizards of old”, “Gnomes and fairies of old Scotland”, “The witch hunt of Salem and why it was useless”, “How to raise a dragon”, “Poisonous potions for advanced Witches” and more. Completely enamored, you picked up a book from a very wobbly stack, read the title and held it up for Sirius to see, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Ah, yes”, he said a bit bashful. The title read “Muggles in their natural habitat”.

“My parents had a bit of a sick sense of humor. Most of the books in here are related to dark magic and how important it apparently is to be of pure blood. They used to read paragraphs of this book at parties for entertainment.” You could hear the disgust in his voice. The look he gave you was uncertain, as if he was afraid this information would repel you to the point of wanting to leave. “Charming, your parents”, you said laying the book back onto the stack carefully. Though something told you that the wobbly stack would probably not tip over. Still sensing the uncertainty from him you tried to ease his mind. “Well, thank the heavens you turned out to be their sol opposite.” The emphasis you put into your words, combined with the lightness of your tone warmed Sirius´ heart to the point where he could feel his chest swell with pride. Both for what you had pointed out and for you. It seems Muggles indeed are capable of Magic, he thought. They have their very own. He had to be careful. He was already fascinated by you. If he started to care for you as well…

“I have a better book to show you, love”, he said softly. You followed him close to the fireplace. Remus was already standing there, reading. Sirius picked up a heavy book and gave it to you. “Magical creatures and where to find them” by “Newt Scamander?”, you read out loud with a chuckle. “You wizards sure have interesting names”, you smiled up at Sirius. He returned the smile and sat next to you when you opened the book curiously on the couch.

While turning page by page your eyes went wider and wider. Sirius watched with happiness in his heart how you mouthed words like “Hinkypunks”, “merfolk” and “Cornish pixies”. “This was one of the books we had to get for school”, he said. “You went to a school for wizards?”, you asked quickly. He grinned and winked at you. You sighed. “Of course, you did,” you said with a nod. You hesitated for a moment. “How was it like?”, you asked. Sirius and Remus looked at each other. Fondness and sorrow etched onto their faces at the same time. “Well,___. Let us tell you a little story”.

It turned out the story was not so little. You spent the next hours listening to Sirius and Remus talking and explaining the Hogwarts houses, the sorting, the castle grounds and a little about the Marauders so far. Only briefly interrupted by Molly bringing you Sandwiches and some tea. In the end, it was very late. Remus had excused himself to his bedroom the minute Sirius started the story about how he and James tried to eat one sample of every candy there was at a store called Honeydukes, a sweets shop close to the castle where they had lived. Apparently, it did not go well.

“By the time we came to the sugar quills, James had already hurled up into a flowerpot in the common room”, Sirius said with a hearty laugh. He still sat next to you on the couch, but you were both facing each other. One knee propped onto the couch and one arm stretched out on the back of it, he didn´t quite reach you. His fingertips were only inches away from your elbow though, which you had on the back of the couch, legs tugged underneath you. Sirius looked relaxed, but now as he mentioned his friend and Remus absent, a sudden dark cloud befell his grey orbs. His head hung low, and he was not looking at you. He looked like a beaten dog. You didn´t yet know what happened exactly, but you could feel the finality of death hanging in the air like a heavy curtain.

You didn´t know Sirius well enough to know if it was ok for you to touch him, so you didn´t. You wanted to. He looked miserable. The urge to envelop him in a hug to try and sooth his aching was almost overwhelming.

“Tell me a bit more about dragons”, you said instead. “I still can´t believe those are real.” You hoped that a change of subject would help Sirius back to the less depressing present. He raised his head and with a bit more cheerful voice said, “Nasty buggers. You would do well never to meet one”. The darkness that had him in its grip only seconds before, seemed to disappear little by little. You tried your best to stifle a yawn with the back of your hand not wanting to seem bored, but Sirius just grinned at you and got up from the couch.

“As much as I enjoy this, I guess it is time for bed. Don´t want you too tired when you have to listen to my babbling”. He held out his hand. Your heart began beating harder against your ribs. You had a feeling you knew what would happen when you actually touched him. Before too much time passed to make the situation awkward, you gave him your hand and he pulled you upright. Your suspicions were right. An incredible warmth spread through your fingers and up your arm the moment you touched. It felt like the blood in your veins was rushing to your heart so it wouldn´t stop. You knew hiding your red cheeks and neck was futile, so you got a little brave. As he slowly, maybe unnecessarily slowly lowered your hand, you looked him directly in the eyes. He returned your gaze with friendly eyes and a small smile. Maybe you stood there a tad too long. When Sirius cleared his throat and broke the eye contact you took a quick breath, only now realizing that you hadn´t breathed through the encounter.

Quietly you made your way out of the library. Fortunately, strangely the situation didn´t feel awkward at all. It was a comfortable silence until Sirius closed the door behind him and you turned around. “My bedroom is upstairs”, you said pointing to the ceiling with your thumb. Sirius nodded and a little hesitantly asked “May I accompany you there?” You couldn´t help the grin that creped onto your face while you nodded your head quickly. Sirius found the gesture incredibly endearing. And for the second time, he offered you his arm with a slight bow. “Are all wizards this chivalrous?”, you asked teasingly as you ascended the stairs. You eyed him from the side and saw a huge grin on his face. Only now you noticed that his canines where a bit pointier than was normal. “I highly doubt it”, he snorted and looked at you amused. “You forget young Lady, I was raised by aristocrats”, he said mischievously as you reached the landing in front of your bedroom door. “Spiteful ones, yes. But aristocrats none the less. I am not a heathen” he ended facing you in front of your door. You looked at him with a look of oh, really? He understood and barked a laugh before continuing.

“Though I must say, I probably look like one. I clean up nicely, I promise”, he said looking down on himself. With one hand on the door handle, you tried your best not to act too enthusiastic.

“I will not comment on that. Remus said I am not supposed to stroke your ego”, you said with fake innocence. Sirius halted for a second and then as if in defeat, sighed with a laugh and shook his head. Before you knew what happened, he approached you, took your hand in his and kissed the back of it with a bow and closed eyes. The world had stopped turning, you were sure of it. “Good night,___”, he said lowly and took a step back. You pressed the hand he just kissed to your chest, opening the door and retreating into the room. “Good night, Sirius”, you whispered, holding his eyes until the very last moment until you softly shut the door. Heart hammering in your chest you swore you could still feel his lips on your hand. Soft and light, a hint of a scratch from his beard. Just like that, you wanted to know more, no everything about him. Just like that, you were happy to be in this dark, probably moth infested house. You didn´t even realize while washing up and getting into bed, that you had not stopped smiling.

Sirius watched your closed door for another second or two before descending the stairs again to his room. He had tried the whole evening not to be too bewitched by your laughs, your undivided attention and your obvious delight in magical creatures. He knew exactly why Dumbledore had brought you to him and first he was delighted by the thought of not having to be alone most of the time. But now, doubts about the whole situation invaded his brain like a constant ringing.

Back in his room he sat on his bed and stared at the old Muggle posters of Bands he used to listen to and had fixed on the wall with a permanent sticking charm. It wasn´t fair to you. Being held in this dump, full of dark magic and memories, he honestly asked himself why you haven´t left yet. You could, he could not. He was fairly certain that when the time came and you found out about what he had done, why he was a prisoner in his own house, you would surely run. The thought alone already made his stomach sink almost in panic. Selfish prick, he thought. She doesn´t deserve to be here in this hellhole and here you are hoping she would stay.

With a loud groan he threw himself backwards onto the bed and tried to get his thoughts together. As selfish as he was, you were probably just as selfless. Was there a chance to make you care for him enough so when the truth came out, you would stay out of your own free will? If yes, he was willing to make your days as bright as possible. Starting with himself.

With newfound determination, he stood up and walked to his dresser. Rummaging around for a second, he found what he was looking for and stepped into his bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Shaking his head at his own appearance he prepared the scissors and razor. It was about time he cleaned up. If he wanted you to stay, maybe even care for him, he needed to get his act together. At least a little bit. Merlin, mate you look like shit, he thought to himself. Well of course, idiot. Where did you spend the last 14 years of your life? At least make yourself decently presentable as her host.

He trimmed his beard and cut the tangled ends of his hair and a bit more. Wondering if Molly would use a dyeing charm on the grey spots around his chin, he washed his face and looked in the mirror again. Not half bad, he thought. Surely not his 22-year-old self but what did he expect? At least he wasn´t the skeleton from two years back anymore, mere skin and bones with dark shadows under his eyes and horrible teeth. Mollys care in the last months had worked wonders. In the process of “fattening him up a bit” as she sweetly put it, she made sure he ate at least one warm meal a day and fixed his teeth. But there were still slight shadows under his eyes. They however, he noticed, shone with a new kind of hope. They hadn´t changed much. Taking a deep breath, he took his clothes off and took a shower. Indeed, he didn´t look as bad as he did two years ago. Lathering his body with soap he remembered how he could see all of his ribs. Now, best he could describe it was lean. Though he did start to slowly fill out his arms and chest again. He briefly wondered if you would like his tattoos as he stepped out the shower, threw on a fresh pair of underwear and got into bed. Lying there he couldn´t fight the warm feeling in his belly any longer and with a smile he slipped into his dreams. Remembering the softness of your hand that had touched his lips briefly. Unbeknownst to him, the very same smile adorned your features while you slept.

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Thank you so much for reading. Let me know how you liked it. There are more chapters coming. I just need to proofread them before posting :)

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Complete Works

Franz Kafka

Before the Law

An Imperial Message

Description of a Struggle

Wedding Preparations in the Country

In the Penal Colony

The Judgement

The Metamorphosis

The Village Schoolmaster

Blumfeld, an Elderly Bachelor

The Warden of the Tomb

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Dostoevsky

The Brothers Karamazov

Crime and Punishment

Demons

- All works

Agatha Christie

- All works

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

- All works

Philosophers:

Nietzsche

The Birth of Tragedy

The Gay Science

The Genealogy of Morals

The Twilight of the Idols and the Anti-Christ: Or How to Philosophize with a Hammer

Thus Spoken Zarathustra

Beyond Good and Evil

God is Dead. God Remains Dead. And We Have Killed Him.

Schopenhauer

The World as Will and Representation

The Wisdom of Life

The Two Fundamental Problems of Ethics

Studies in Pessimism

Camus

The Myth of Sisyphus

The Stranger

The Fall

The Plague

The Rebel

The First Man

Between Hell and Reason

Kant

Introduction to Logic

Groundwork for the Metaphysics of Morals

Critique of Pure Reason

Religion Within the Bounds of Bare Reason

Dreams of a Spirit-Seer

What is Enlightenment?

Hegel

Introductory Lectures on Aesthetics

Phenomenology of Spirit

Absolute Spirit

Science of Logic

Lectures on the Philosophy of History

William James

The Principles of Psychology

The Varieties of Religious Experience

Essays in Radical Empiricism

Philosophies

Moral Nihilism

The Moral Fool

The Evolution of Morality

Ethics of Ambiguity

Beyond Morality

Essays in Moral Skepticism

Abolishing Morality

Morality: The Final Delusion?

Metaphysical Nihilism

The Overcoming of Metaphysics

Metaphysics and Nihilism

Existential Nihilism

Existentialism is a Humanism

Existentialism from Dostoevsky to Sartre

Macbeth

Being and Nothingness

Political Nihilism

An Introduction to Political Philosophy

Political Philosophy: Responding to the Challenge of Positivism and Historicism

Positive Nihilism

The Hidden Reality: Parallel Universes and the Deep Laws of the Cosmos

A Tale for the Time Being

John Dies at the End

Epistemological Nihilism

Nihilism's Epistemology, Ontology, and Its God

Absurdism

The Trial

Nausea

Slaughterhouse Five

Waiting for Godot

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Fatalism

Tess of the D'Urbervilles

Wide Sargasso Sea

No Longer Human

Sapiens

Cat’s Cradle

Antinatalism

The Denial of Death

The Human Predicament

Every Cradle a Grave

Better Never to Have Been - The Harm of Coming into Existence

Misc.

Medieval Philosophy

Classics

The Catcher in the Rye

The Grapes of Wrath

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Great Gatsby

The Crucible

The Bell Jar

The Yellow Wallpaper

A Clockwork Orange

A Room of One's Own

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

One Thousand and One Nights

Of Mice and Men

As I Lay Dying

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Where the Red Fern Grows

Flowers for Algernon

Lolita

Lord of the Flies

Wuthering Heights

Moby Dick

Little Women

Death of a Salesman

Beloved

Don Quixote

Diary of a Madman

Jane Eyre

Pride and Prejudice

I, Robot

Catch 22

Religious

The Apocrypha

The Summa Theologica

The Divine Comedy

The Epic of Gilgamesh

City of God

Angelology

The Occult

Books to reread

The Odyssey

The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The Scarlet Letter

The Time Machine

The Invisible Man

The Secret Garden

To Kill a Mockingbird

Ten Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

Alice in Wonderland

Gulliver's Travels

Dracula

Frankenstein

Books I’ve completed

The Screwtape Letters

The Art of War

Animal Farm

Fahrenheit 451

1984

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CONCERN

MARK LEE

Prologue: When you start with your period in public, your clueless boyfriend Mark can't help but freak out.

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 925

Prompt: "It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out."

Warnings: Menstruation

It was the late morning of a bright, sunny Tuesday. The sky was blue, as if it had been crayoned by some little kid of five. The fluffy, airy, and white clouds hung in the sky, as if they were intentionally hung up with threads. The Sun marked its presence too, but decided to be a bit gentle on humankind. The scenario probably fitted well in the Windows Wallpaper category.

This day was perfect for the Summer Fest. The ground was lively, full of chit-chat and cheers. There were a plethora of stalls, selling everything ranging from brownies to physics books. Banners filled with all possible colours of the rainbow adorned the place. Bubbles that some of the middle school kids blew were drifting aimlessly. To your right was a busking team, covering classic summer songs, and to your left was your boyfriend, Mark, also humming the same songs.

"This just can’t be summer love~" He continued to murmur as his eyes wandered around, his fingers intervened with yours. He seemed to be chill yet fascinated by everything. He occasionally greeted some people with smiles. Everyone at the school knew him. He had always been a member of clubs and councils.

Mark was social, and he was awkwardly social. He never missed a chance to give high-fives to little kids from primary school. He wasn't averse to approaching strangers and striking up a conversation.

"Yo! I wonder how do they like actually make it? Do they sew it or what?" He voiced pointing to a stall of handmade rugs. "No but I guess they just, make it?" You answered with intellect, making him burst into laughter. His laugh was contagious, ever so gleeful.

"Alright, I’ll go and get us some ice-cream." You announced as you began moving to the front. "I’ll get Cookies and Cream." Mark reverted back.

Just when you had barely taken four steps or more, you heard your name being called, or rather yelled-to put it in a better way.

"Yo! Y/N!" Mark screamed at an unbearable pitch, forcing you to turn around. What was going on?

He paced towards you. Only if he was that much of a pacer, he’d make into the school athletics team. Grabbing you by the arm, he pulled you towards a corner. He made you stand with your back to the wall, while he positioned himself in front of you. You were astonished to say the least.

"You-you’re BLEEDING?!" He exclaimed. Panic had taken over his face, his eyebrows were furrowed. His shining black eyes were ready to pop out and his mouth was left hanging open. "Are you alright? Why are you bleeding?" He persisted in his interrogation.

On the inside, you questioned your decision to opt for white denims today. It had now become a habit for your menstrual cycle to commence at any point of time it felt like. You were at a constant war with your uterus. You recalled the last time you almost fainted due to the unbearable, excruciating pain. Menstruation could sometimes be such a bitch.

Mark, on the other hand, still stood the same. He was sweating, and it was certainly not because of the summer heat. He held his phone in his hands, constantly taking glances at it and then at you. He was visibly worried.

"Y/N let’s go the doctor. What the hell is happening?!"Although it was not ethically correct, seeing him in this state made you want to chuckle. He was afraid that you would die from a massive blood loss.

"Calm down, okay! Calm down! We got this!" He suggested you calm down with sheer anxiety taking over his own voice. Ironic.

"It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out." You reassured him, breaking your silence before he dialed 911, taking his hands in yours and softly caressing them with your thumbs. "Easy, Marky, It’s just a period" You explained.

He appeared to be more at ease. "Have you been skipping your Biology lessons?" You questioned him with a giggle. Mark was embarrassed, not due to the fact that you started bleeding in public, but because he thought he had made a fool of himself. His ears were now red, like fresh tomatoes plucked off of a farm.

"Is that a normal amount though?" He joked. An evident blush took over his cheeks, as his Bambi like eyes curved into crescents.

"Hang on." He implied. His hands reached the collards of his plaid, red full sleeved shirt, which he put on un-buttoned over a simple white tee, despite the weather.

He was likely to remove it and assist you in masking the scarlet blood stain that glinted through your white slacks. It was thoughtful of him. You grinned to yourself as you pondered it.

"Mark, No! I can just change." You remarked this while pointing to the black straps of your bag-pack slung over your shoulder. It was always a wise move to carry an extra pair of clothes, just in case.

"Ahh, yeah, that-that’s a better option." He nodded.

Just as you came out of the washroom, changed into another pair of pants, that absolutely hid all the evidence of the crime scene, you saw Mark, standing with two ice cream cones in his hands, struggling to keep his eyes open in the sun that was now scorching and the gentle wind that flew past his brown locks, covering his forehead.

"Nutty Belgian Dark Chocolate, just the way you like it."

If anything was sweeter than that ice cream at the moment, it was Mark.

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Third post: the blorbos of this au.

All art in this post is done by @eldergoodra ,a good pal and friend of the brainworms that consumed me.

1: The Web

A puppeted hollowed out Seris husk full of spiders. Believes himself to still be seris, admits they've been 'changed by the mothers embrace'.

Voice can project from anywhere on their floor, but on cross floor trips it only comes from inside the chest. Always mentioning how the spider has a plan.

2: The Corruption

This seris has made a hell suburbia with the most paradoxically inclusive and exclusive Hoa imaginable. The Hoa controls everything from the shirts you can wear outside to how high your pride flags have to be flown to be considered respectable. (Higher than six feet) his bigger theme is the hidden rot behind friendly faces. Thinks of himself as a more loving seris.

3: The Eye.

It cannot speak, it knows all, it sees all, all individuals see this seris staring at them, even if they are behind him. His neck may crack, he may look to be leaning. If you see him, in your eyes, he is looking back.

His eyelids and mouth are purely decorational, he suffers from extremely dry eyes. He thinks of himself as a piece of seris and is silently obsessed with trying to figure out what the others might be, attempting to categorize the group.

4: The Stranger

does not think of themself as seris. Most of the time they are either 'turned around' or have some manner of light on them.

They have no face to actually be revealed, it is smooth furr, there is no mouth, there are no eyes. This is the front and the back of his head. He has no bones and the backs and fronts of his paws are indistinguishable.

5: The Flesh

A seris that appears visually younger. He is a being of vanity and perceived standard. Having taken pieces from the people in his realm to give him the peak of health. His eyes are not his, and he thinks of himself as wish fulfillment for the life wasted before the great change.

6: The Desolation

A melting bubbling fixture of plastic, oil, wax, and metals, the Desolation is *also* a visually younger seri, though he views himself as a active and joyful mockery of the man he's made in the image of. A ghost of someone that would have been wasted potential, and done nothing, and even when seris did it 'right' he still wound up no where.

7: The Buried

The Buried was seris' first entity, and is actually the first tma seris to exist. The buried found sadgrey as a young child, having gotten lost between the walls and foundations of his massive childhood home. He was comforted by the feeling of the walls closing in on him, and he woke up in bed, with drywall under his nails and dirt caked on his hind paws.

Now, he is one with the building. If a light goes out, so do his eyes. He feels the breaking and buckling pipes in his arteries, the boiler in his chest hums and creaks with age. His suit is even matching the wallpaper. And he smiles with the warmness of fiberglass insulation and wires stuck between his teeth.

8: The Slaughter

An older seris, the slaughter doesn't really know why he's here. His heartbeat is a wardrum in the casing of a person who dreaded bloodshed but found it. He did not earn his medals, yet he is made to wear them. Some of these medals are real actual hearts.

9: The Extinction

The Extinction is the idea of an after without us. What that meant for seris could have been many things. Starvation, pollution, the gradual endangerment of our species.

But, nothing beats an explosive. He is tattered burnt scraps, bent frames, and a shadow. Broadcasting on dead airwaves and cracked vinyl. He does not speak, he is heard, he is not live. The message is recieved too late.

10: The Hunt

A concept of bloodshed and trophy sport of the rich. This seris cares not for it. He doesn't find pride in the mounted animals on the walls of his zone. He only takes joy in the chase. In the protests of his quarry, and the way the walls speed by, how his claws shred the carpet and earth, and how his lungs scream in time with prey, begging for breath from his sprint.

#grumpus oc #shards of sadgrey #au

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