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fruiteggsaladit · 5 months

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Sudden realisation that Yuki from The Cat Returns and Louise/Luisa from Whisper of the Heart are very visually similar and wondering if there's any deeper connection or if Louise's colourations were borrowed from WotH so as not to introduce a wholly unfamiliar kitty that will be significant not only to the plot, but to the protagonist of the sequel.

Blue eyes, cream or white-coloured fur, pink ears and nose, and a dark pink textile for costume or ribbon.

It could be just that kind of practical reason.

... Buuuut it could also be fun to stipulate that Yuki is perhaps a reincarnation of sorts. TCR could easily be interpreted as being Shizuku's finalised story from WotH, with how Muta and the Baron are used and Shizuku's vision for the Baron acting as a guide and inspiration to a young lady in trouble.

Why not include Louise in that somehow? Shizuku is a very sensitive child and writer, it would not surprise me that she'd be discomforted to give the Baron in her story a happy love story and ending when he as the statue in real life is still living in hope (projected by humans, but still, the projection is a narrative, and Shizuku's story also being a narrative, it feels right to describe the human projection as though it is real, at least in relation to TCR).

A street kitten, dirty and starved, who later helps Haru in return for having saved her early in life. A kitten.

It's quite recently born, compared to the Baron, who was made pre-WWII.

In the manga, its implied that the maker of Baron perished or had to run away from Germany when the world war started. "The story goes back over fifty years. / At the time, I was working for an import-export comapny... I often traveled back and forth between Japan and Europe." [Panel is of Northern Germany, displaying the capital of Berlin, and the North Sea and Baltic Sea.] (next page) "One day, in the corner of a coffee house, I discovered this cat. / I spent the next three days begging the owner to sell it to me. Finally, he gave in. / On one condition... / The cat was to be part of a set. He was working on the cat's companion, / and asked that I hold off selling him until the female cat was created. / I agreed to wait until the cat's companion was sent to me, and returned to Japan with only Sir Cat here. / But in the meantime, the war broke out and the cat's promised companion never arrived. / My company went bankrupt as well. After the war, I was only able to return to Germany once. / Do you see here, on the soles of his shoes?" [Panel is that of the shop owner pointing to the bottom of the Baron's shoes, indeed displaying a name. I can¨t read it on the digital page though; I might need the printed version, but this too would be very small.] "The doll maker inscribed his name. / With that information in hand, I searched high and low for him. But he was nowhere to be found. / And yet... I still have to believe that Sir Cat's sweetheart will someday arrive." (next page, top panel) "But until the day comes, here is where he will stay." In the manga, Shizuku reads up on Germany and WWII as part of her research and a direct result of hearing the story of Baron's creation. The titles include: "The Art and E[xxx] of Germany", "The People of Germany" (second-thickest book in the stack), "the Eurasian Enigma", "Puppets of the World", "The Second World War", "The Dolt Quihote and Conquistadors", "Famous Museums in Europe", "West-Germany" (thickest book in the stack), and "Travels through Europe".

That aside this was greatly to argue my point that if the companion piece (Louise) was destroyed or interrupted and never finished in WWII, then perhaps it could have been seen as a "death". It's one of the theories Shizuku might hold, but would not voice to the shop owner (Nishi Shirou) who values the hope of the story.

And so it might have been a rough concept of hers to have Yuki be a reincarnation of Louise, and perhaps relight her romance with the Baron. She ultimately chooses against that creative decision, but she does keep Louise's colours in Yuki.

Hm, oh! I forgot! In the manga, the Cat Kingdom is the place of dead cats. Muta describes it derisively as a place of ghosts who cannot acknowledge that they are dead, if my memory serves right. It doesn't seem that far-stretched then to interpret Yuki as the departed Louise...

Additional worth of note, is that the romance aspect is still kept, just not with Baron; also, that the engagement/arranged marriage/soulmate "We knew each other before we were made or met" aspect is switched out in favour of an unexpected love separated by class (palace servant and prince). This felt like it was made in mind for Lune though, rather than as a "well there needs to be romance somewhere!", in the sense that by giving him a love interest then it's an easy narrative excuse for him not to desire the marriage (aside from not knowing Haru, Haru being a human, and also Haru is a child). His heart is occupied already!

#the cat returns #whisper of the heart #yuki #louise #shizuku #long post #baron #nishi shirou #tcr&woth things

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pictureamoebae · 1 month

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Hey! I just wanted to say thanks for all the information you share regarding reshade. You've been my primary resource when it came to me making my own presets. Just wondering how the new relight performs differently in the game. You said it now works? It already seems to work great as is so it's hard to imagine it working even better but that's exciting!

Hi! I'm glad I've been able to help you along your ReShade journey!

qUINT_ReLight worked absolutely fine in TS4, but the one released in December, MartysMods_ReLight, wouldn't compile under dx9 (this was a compiling problem on Marty's end, he didn't realise it didn't work until I told him). He's put heaps of work into it since then, and now it does compile under dx9 (although needed a couple of last minute fixes the past couple of days - he doesn't have many dx9 games so relies on testers to spot things!).

The way ReLight's settings look changed between qUINT_ReLight and December's MartysMods_ReLight, and they've changed even more for this release. Basically the only settings that look the same when compared to the shader guide I made for it are how to position the point lights and that there are sections for 4 lights. Everything else has changed.

There is now a new light option, which creates a directional light that you can't move in terms of where it's placed but it casts shadows in different directions uniformly across the screen. There is SSS (sub-surface scattering), and the way you choose the colour of lights has also changed (instead of a colour picker now there are two sliders for temperature and tint).

I'll write a new guide at some point, once I've had more time to play around with it and can do it justice.

This latest ReLight does have a few little quirks in dx9 games. The shadows can sometimes be a little noisy, and it also suffers from some lines at the edges of cast shadows (similar to MartysMods_MXAO in dx9). This is a dx9 limitation unfortunately, and as Marty continues to iterate on his shaders to make them more powerful and better quality, dx9 implementation simply won't be able to keep up with it.

That's why some people may decide that for TS4 they prefer to stick with the older qUINT_ReLight version. It still works perfectly well, and doesn't have those little quirks that the newer, more advanced version has introduced.

However, you can choose instead to use DXVK to simulate TS4 running with the Vulkan api instead of dx9, which will banish those quirks, and let you use all of the various shaders that don't work at all or don't work very well under dx9.

To use DXVK, remove ReShade first (back up your ReShade installation beforehand in case you need it), and then just drop the correct DXVK dll file into your TS4 Bin folder. Then, you'll need to reinstall ReShade using the installer, and this time choose Vulkan as the api instead of dx9. ReShade will install as normal, and you can go ahead and use it as you normally would, but now with access to more advanced and fun shaders.

#ask #windslar #immerse faq #relight faq #dxvk faq #marty's mods faq

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stormblessed95 · 3 years

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Hey Storm . Hope you loved the Jikook fest on Jimin's Birthday . But I just realised that like Hobi said its a shared space But he didn't know the password only Jikook knew Okaaay!!!! .So HYBE knew they need to Decorate "Happy B Day JM " in Jungkook's studio .With those Balloon in Golden and Purple color . Do every member have a separate studio or only some? But still if that was Jungkook's personal studio then they knew that's were they need to decorate for Jimin or Did Hobi tease them knowingly that its both of their studio .Do they share a studio .And if you know can you tell what's the purpose a studio lol.

So you have jikook questions, but I'm using this to talk about the vlive in its entirety lol Jimin is too beautiful and too pure to be real. My god. English subs were added already so if you haven't seen it subbed yet, you should. You can find the full vlive here:

Jimin starts my saying hello, thanking ARMY for birthday wishes and staff for his cake which says "You're My Park Filter." He lights his candles (he struggles and it's adorable). Talks about how he didn't use to think Birthdays were that important but that this year he was really happy. His family came up to Seoul and he celebrated with them the day before and said that they agreed to have dinner together today too. He also said that he met up with and celebrated with some of his really good friends the night before and that they talked alot about ARMY and how grateful Jimin is for us. He mentioned how grateful he is for all his birthday projects and messages too. He is just the sweetest angel.

He talks about how his hair is really long and he needs to trim it and decide on his hairstyle soon (please please don't cut it, I'm loving it like this!). He talks about how hard they are preparing for the concert. He talks about running and working out lately and how it's making him happy. He also gets giggly and shy explaining how he feels like vlives get awkward when there is silence (we don't mind Jiminie, we just like seeing you!) and asks ARMY to please ask him questions and he will answer them so he knows what to talk about it. Lol

A little after 23 minutes we have the world's cutest phone call. You can see on Jimins face the exact moment he decided to call JK too. The little smile. It's the way his tone shifts and it's clear who he called as soon as he starts talking. And for me, it's the way Jimin playful scolds JK for overworking on his work out. Asks him to come. It's the way he knew exactly what Jungkook was doing at that moment. It wasn't a question of "are you busy" or "what are you doing" or "do you have time".... no it was "are you finished working out?" And then when he hung up the phone we just saw all the feelings, totally lovesick puppy eyes coming out from Jimin completely when he told us Jungkook was coming. Yes baby, we heard 🥺😭 and it's the way JK obviously just dropped everything he was doing and started making his way to the studio as soon as Jimin called because he got there soo fast. @dalloga also made a post explaining the "do you want me to come there?" Moment of the phone call that was really helpful in explaining the significance behind tone and word choice that JK used and why it was very significant to K jikookers, who have been calling this the "married couples phone call" too.

JK literally takes barely over a minute to get there (from supposedly 6 floors away) before we here beeping and he is letting himself in to the studio to join the live where he bows to the camera and they say hello where we get the cutest "I missed you" from Jimin. Please, you knew what he was doing before this and he knew exactly where you were (in his studio) yall probably saw each other 30 minutes ago 😭 they are too cute

JK comes in, sees the cake, relights it (to Jimins shock at how easy he lit the matches cute) and takes it to the door to pretend to come in and have delivered the cake to him. They sing and play a hand clapping game, it looked like patty cake and was cute AF. The giggles were beautiful. Jungkook sits down and Jimin hits us with this beautiful little one liner

He was feeling nervous and awkward about moments of silence in his vlive on his own. He called Jungkook, who dropped everything to come join him. And not even a minute into JK being there, Jimin is already feeling more at ease and comfortable live streaming and talking. You have no idea how soft this makes me. Like for real 🥺😭💜 JK also tells us about how he haircut was supposed to be a surprise for when we saw him during their concert, but he didn't even think twice about getting on vlive and spoiling the surprise if it meant Jimin would be more comfortable.

JK then playfully scolds Jimin about his camera angle. Jimin send he put it up because JK was standing. Jungkook puts it back down because Jimin is the star today 🥺 The way they scold each other is precious. The vibes it gives off! Jimin tells us how he is going to have his mom's cooking for dinner and JK shares that Jimin's mom makes really really good Kimchi. Jimin again expressing how it's a relief to have him there, just for JK to say he has to leave soon to go finish his workout because he was working out with 2 other people and Jimin asking him to stay. Literally I can't with these two... the hand holding through that whole little convo.

Jungkook says that his present for Jimin is currently on its way, being shipped by boat. Lol and jokes that he hasn't been very good lately and getting presents for people. And that next year he is going to try harder to get heartfelt presents for everyone. So is this confirmation that once again, JK only got Jimin a birthday present? Lol they also talk about Jin gifting Jimin mushrooms, which JK immediately knew exactly what kind of mushrooms Jimin was given, well aware of the gift received. Lol

JK asking if it's okay that he has been staying here. Jimin starting to go off of on a tangent about yes of course, ARMY loves all the members, just to turn around to JK puffing out his chest. And his response of slapping them? Yeah, he is never beating the Jimin loves JKs chest allegations. And JK telling Jimin that he is always cheering for him before he leaves (for the first time) before coming back with Jimins requested water and Soju (3 bottles and alcohol, no way Jimin will be thirsty on JKs watch) 🤣 To which our Jungkookie says goodbye again, before we hear a knock and he goes and let's Hobi in, and then also stays. (It's giving me Jimin saying goodbye 15 times and never leaving in NJ vlive vibes lol).

Hobi is the cutest. This segment of the vlive satisfies my 3J heart to its fullest capcity. Hobi talking about how it smells like chicken, all 3 saying they want chicken now. JK saying they should order some, weren't you leaving my guy? You said goodbye like 3 times now. Lmao Jimins reminder that his mother is cooking dinner too 🤣 ahh the domestic vibes are shining here in between the laughter.

We then have the cake comments. Hobi reads Jimins cake "you're my Park filter" which JK clarifies for him that it is because of Jimin's song, Filter. Hobi asks if JK prepared it, JK says yes. Lol I know alot of people think he really did, but I do really just think he was joking here. Jimin looks at him confused before saying that he already told us the staff prepared the cake and they all laugh. It is in line with him joking about delivering the cake to Jimin as well. The lyrics were pulled directly from his song "You're my Filter" with just his name added in there. I do think the staff prepared the cake for him and JK was just cracking a joke here. I'm very willing to be wrong though lol

And then of course we get to the "why are you filming this in his studio?" Hobi says he stopped by just to say Happy Birthday. Then asked but why are you filming in his studio. And then we have a second of awkward silence where Jimin and Jungkook clearly glance over at each other, Jimin looks back at Hobi and shyly looks back down to the ground trying not the laugh with the most flustered smile on his face. Like way to call them out?! Lmao he knew too. Which is why he immediately burst into laughter and hugged Jimin tightly before giving them their excuse, that it is of course a public space. Yes yes, public space, where everyone else needs to be let in but jikook can code themselves in. Lol

To answer your questions, I believe that JK and the rappers are the only ones with their own studios. The other 3 vocalists use general studio space. Correct me please if I am wrong. It is just Jungkook's studio, not both of theirs, Jimin obviously has access and can use it though. The decorations are.... well they are different and more pronounced then the decorations staff did for the others and the color scheme is very purple and yellow which is not something the staff does normally either. Personally, I think JK helped with the decorations. But that is me speculating is all. Jungkook also said he did the decorations at the back of his studio for his own birthday vlive, which were much smaller in scale but he still seemed proud of them. Lol so I don't think its totally off base to think he participated in the decorations here too 😂 and a studio is what they use for producing, writing or otherwise working on their music. JK also uses his for editting his films/photos.

Hobi's face after they do a cap of Soju is taking me out. Lmfao he does not like it at all, but he loves Jimin and so he drank some with him 🥺 lmao I love them. So much. 3J is everything. And the way Jimin jokingly left with them until they pushed him back in (yes, Jimin obviously knows the code).

Jimin came back and continued his live for a little over 20 more minutes after that. He said that after the members visited he felt like the vibe was much better and he was visibly more relaxed. I'm so happy they stopped by for him. The way he talked to JK about how he is awkward and nervous with vlives now when he didn't used to be as much because he hasn't gotten to see army in so long 🥺 I'm glad they stopped by to be with Jimin for a bit and help him relax.

Jimin spends the rest of his time just talking with us, being the angel that he is. Thanking everyone for his birthday projects and the ones he saw. How he is happy. He talks about how at first with the members they didn't all get along all the time because they were all so different, but now after 10 years, the way they feel about each other can't be described with words 🥺 and how he feels that same way about ARMYs too. How it first it felt like the fans were his friends and colleagues, and now that relationship feels beyond friendship that he can't describe with words. "You've become someone I love and miss at the same time." We do not deserve Park Jimin. He is the most precious and kindest soul. "Although I am happy, if I could wish for something, it would be to perform just once." If LA ARMYs aren't screaming their lungs out, I will riot. This is so special for them and for us. Please we need a live stream.

He thanks ARMYs for being born too and asked for our hand 🤣🤣 please Jimin. He spends the last 5ish minutes talking about concert prep, reading comments and again expressing how grateful he is ARMY and his birthday wishes before he turns it off. Seriously the sweetest human ever. And I don't care what anyone says that phone call to Jungkook was sooooo sweet and their entire interaction through since Jimin called him till they left were so insanely boyfriend. I can't handle it.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook 211013 #jikook birthday vlive #jikook vlive #jikook 2021

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jakekiszkaenthusiast · 2 years

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hi hi hi!!! tysm for mentioning me in pretty part 4 🥺 i send the link to everyone and tell them to read. can i plsss be added to the tag list <3 i cannot WAIT for part 5

my love ofc you’re on the taglist!! and honestly? thank YOU for kinda relighting that fire bc when i saw you talking about it on twitter it made me realise i just need to write!!! i have SO many ideas and so much new stuff coming in the next few chapters that will eventually lead onto bigger and hopefully even better things, so look out for that some time soon ish???

#my asks #josh and ducky <3 #josh kiszka fanfiction

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artgirl130 · 3 years

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Long Enough

Pairing: Jason x Aria

Summary: Aria meets Jason in a bar.

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Aria sat alone at the bar, absently playing with her untouched pint. She thought about that everything that had happened between her and Ezra. Had they really gone through so much just to end up waking away? She couldn’t really be surprised, all of the secrets and lies were bound to destroy them at some point. They had already caused so many problems. Because of their relationship Ezra had lost his job, her parents were barely talking to her and she’d been blackmailed for most of high school. And, if she was being truthful, their relationship hadn’t been good for quite a while before they ended it, what with A and Ali and Ezra’s book and Jason.

Jason.

She felt herself redden at the thought of his name. It had been unfair to Ezra, Jason coming back to town and relighting feelings that she thought she had buried long before Ali had disappeared. Back when he’d spent most of the summer wandering around, shirtless, high and she’d had her pink hair and they were both trying to figure out who they were. Turns out that they had held each other’s answers all along.

“Aria.”

Her head snapped around at the sound of his voice, eyes drinking in the familiar form of Jason DiLaurentis. Jumping to her feet, Aria threw her arms around his broad shoulders, attempting to ignore the intoxicating smell of his cologne. “It’s so good to see you Jason. You kept the beard.” She smiled at him, “It suits you.” He played with the scruff shyly, his hand covering the smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks, you look great. I missed you.” He confessed, green eyes sparkling. Aria ducked, trying to keep Jason from seeing the red that covered her skin. “I heard about Fitz. I’m sorry.” “I’m not.” She admitted, taking a sip from her glass, cringing at the taste. “Eurgh, that’s awful.” “So why did you dump him?” Jason asked, waving over the bartender and ordering two cokes. “We just weren’t compatible anymore. I couldn’t forgive him for the book, and we wanted different things.” She paused, taking a sip of her new drink. “Different people.” “Oh?” He questioned, leaning closer to the woman. “We were fighting a lot. He wanted to move, I didn’t. I wanted to adopt, he didn’t. Kept saying that he wanted the kids to be his by blood.” Jason regarded her softly, knowing how hard not being able to have children had hit her. “And then I realised what our fights were really about.” She stopped, feeling sick to her stomach. Sliding his hand over hers, Jason felt his heart ache. In his eyes Aria deserved to have the world laid at her feet and more. More than Ezra Fitz could have ever given her. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Aria let out a soft chuckle, appraising the man next to her, his hair like a golden halo in the bar’s dim light. “It’s ok. He was having an affair with an eighteen year old barista. The second I found out I had Mrs Hastings draw up the divorce papers.” She let out a humourless laugh. “They were filed by the end of the day.” “He didn’t deserve you.” Jason stated, furious that Ezra had the nerve to treat her like that. Sensing his tension Aria began tracing her fingers over the back of his hand. Almost instantly he relaxed, leaving him amazed that, even after all the time that they had spent apart, she still had the same effect on him. “You deserve so much better Aria.”

She melted at his words, astonished that he still felt the same after everything she had put him through. Sighing she looked at Jason, “How can you do this? How can you stand to be around me after what I’ve done to you? I’m a terrible person. I threw you away over a lying, cheating piece of scum who I’m not sure I loved.” Aria choked back a sob, ashamed as she realised the extent of what she’d done to the man who’d only ever tried to make her happy.

Jason stared at stared at her confused, how could she not know? He thought that he had made the extent of his feelings perfectly clear from their first kiss. Steeling himself for rejection, Jason took Aria’s hand in his, fingers interlocking, “Aria. It’s you. It’s always been you. I hated seeing you with anyone else, but I stood back because I wanted- no needed you to be happy and I thought that were with Ezra.” Jason leaned down, pressing the most cautious kiss Aria had ever received onto her parted lips. “I love you Aria Montgomery. Always have, always will.”

Snaking her left hand up to tangle in his hair, Aria pulled Jason’s lips down to meet hers in a heated exchange, hoping to convey everything she was feeling into just one kiss. Pulling back, she had tears in her eyes, “I love you Jason. I love you and I am so sorry it took me this long to realise it.”

Jason pressed a delicate kiss to the top of her head, “Took us long enough.” “Yeah,” she giggled, cosying up to him, “It did.”

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#pretty little liars #jason dilaurentis #aria montgomery #jason x aria #jaria #fanfiction #SEND ME REQUESTS

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soniaxdixon · 3 years

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The New World; Series, pt. 5

Sorry this one is a bit late, I actually have an idea for a one shot so expect that hopefully either later tonight or tomorrow. Also, should I start using a prompt list to write drables and one shots. If yes, please tell me which ones. Thank you! and as always, thank you so much for reading!

pt 5 of ??

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Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst, Shane being a dick

Waking up in Daryl’s strong arms was something out of your wildest dreams. Feeling him stir behind you as you gently removed his arm from around your waist, you forced yourself out of the bed, turning to look at his peaceful face. You had never seen him this content. You stretched your arms above your head, yawning before you sat back down on the bed carefully. You reached your hand over to Daryl and ran your fingers through his hair, waking him up slowly.

“Morning.”

“Mornin’” The smile that graced Daryl’s lips made your heart skip a beat. His gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna go and have a shower.”

“Another one?”

“You wanna join me?” Within seconds Daryl was up and pulling his clothes off haphazardly, you chuckled at this sight, a complete juxtaposition to how shy he was the night before. He followed you into the bathroom like a lost puppy as you both enjoyed the hot water in the morning.

He got out of the shower first, drying off and changing into his jeans and a button up with no sleeves. He pushed his feet into his boots as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your towel. He couldn’t help but stare at you, his eyes roaming down your body as water droplets ran down your legs.

“You’re beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks run red as you looked up into the archers eyes.

“Imma head over to the dining room, ya comin’?”

“I’ll just get changed, meet you there in a bit.”

He nodded and proceeded to unlock the door, closing it quietly behind him. You threw yourself on the bed, your lips curled into the biggest smile as you closed your eyes and thought of everything you had just experienced.

Daryl walked towards the group who were all sitting around the table as T-Dogg made breakfast. He sat down in the last available chair across from Rick. He couldn’t help but look up at Rick and think about how you were going to tell him about what you and Daryl now shared. Would you want to tell him, maybe you wanted to keep this all a secret, maybe you were embarrassed about Daryl. His mind raced through thoughts of doubt until you walked into the room and flashed him the brightest smile and all his worries melted away. You looked around for a space at the table for you but there were none, you walked towards Daryl as he realised you were looking for a place to sit, he went to push out of the chair but you stopped him, instead choosing to sit on his lap. His heart jumped and his whole body stiffened at the sudden public affection but his hands soon found your waist holding you closer to him, slowly growing more confident.

Rick looked up suddenly choking on his food, coughing sporadically as his mind attempted to work out the picture in front of him. Lori looked at him laughing as he struggled to fathom how you and Daryl ended up in this position.

“What in the hell is goin’ on here?” He finally said pointing towards you and Daryl.

“Rick, calm down.” You sternly stared your brother down as he shot daggers at Daryl. Daryl struggled to keep eye contact with the man as his palms grew itchy, he pulled his hands away from your waist rubbing them on his thighs. You looked down at the sudden loss of contact, placing your hands on top of his where they rested on his thighs as if to reassure him. Your eyes shot back up to Ricks where you mouthed ‘shut up’ to him, earning an eye roll from the sheriff.

One of Daryl’s hands found your waist again as you all sat and ate your breakfast. Eventually Rick spoke up.

“Has anyone seen Shane?”

Now you found yourself choking on your food. You felt Daryl’s grip on your waist tighten as your breath hitched in your throat. You spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Not since last night.”

“Is he alright?”

Daryl felt his blood boil, “He’ll be fine.”

“Now what’s that supposed to mean?” You could hear the anger in ricks voice, the anger he was showing towards Daryl. You placed your hand on top of Daryl’s hand that secured your waist.

“He attacked me last night, Rick.”

“Nah, he wouldn’t do that, you’re like family to him.”

“Don’t fucking put what I said down, he attacked me. In the rec room.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m telling you that he tried to come onto me last night, that he forced me up against a wall, that he forced himself on me, slammed me to the point where I couldn’t breathe but Daryl saved me. He probably isn’t here right now because his face is all bloody and bruised but he fucking deserved it.” Tears stung your eyes as you confessed all of this in front of everyone. Rick’s eyes softened as he looked at your tears that threatened to fall. His eyes flicked to Daryl, then back to you.

“We’ll talk more about this after, y/n.”

“There isn’t anything more to say.” You stood up and began to walk back to your room when you were met face to face with Shane, standing in front of your door. You were right, his face was bloody and bruised.

You froze for a second before slight panic set in and you began to run back towards Daryl, a tight grip on your arm stopped you as you flipped back around, facing Shane.

“y/n wait!”

Before you could stop yourself, you ripped your arm away from him and kicked him hard in the shin, forcing him back as you ran again, rounding the corner to the dining area. Daryl stood up so quickly that his chair flew back as he hurried over to you. When Shane entered the dining room Daryl guided you behind him, standing in front of you like a human shield.

“I thought I fuckin’ told ya last night, ya lay a hand on her again and I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.” You had never heard such anger in Daryl’s voice, it was terrifying. Before he had the chance to do anything Rick had stepped in the way, storming over to Shane.

“You touched my baby sister last night? That true?”

“Listen man, I’m sorry, it wasn’t like that, I don’t know what came over me, ya know I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Daryl chimed in, “Yeah right, prick, that’s why she’s runnin’ away from ya.”

“I was just going to her room to apologise.”

You moved to stand next to Daryl, your hand linking with his as you spoke up “You think an apology is going to fix this Shane? Go fuck yourself.”

“I’ll deal with you later.” Rick whispered harshly to Shane.

Soon after, Jenner walked in and was instantly questioned by Dale and Andrea. He led you all into the big room, you followed Daryl, your hand staying enclosed in his.

You stood to the left of the group as Jenner brought up images of a brain on the big screen. Daryl stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. His sudden need to show affection to you in front of the group had butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Rick glanced over to you before setting his eyes back on the screen.

You all watched intently as Jenner explained about electrical impulses in the brain, skipping forward to ‘the first event’ where the patient, ‘test subject 19’ died.

“It invades the brain like meningitis.” You gripped Daryl’s arms at the words, starting to think of the people you had lost. Jenner scanned to the second event.

“It restarts the brain?” Lori asked as you all watched the stem relight. You continued to listen to Jenner’s strained explanation.

“You have no idea what it is do you?” Andrea chimed in. The realisation set in that Jenner truly didn’t know anything about the disease or what it meant for your future.

“Man I’m gonna get shit-faced drunk, again.” Daryl said, his arms leaving you as he started pacing. Then Dale spoke.

“Dr Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but, that clock, it’s counting down. What happens at Zero?

“The basement generators, they run out of fuel.” With that, Jenner began walking away, Rick asked the computer system to explain what he meant.

“VI, what happens when the power runs out?”

“When the power runs out, facility wide decontamination will occur.”

Now it was your turn to start pacing as Rick, Glenn, T-Dogg and Shane went to search for the generators. You felt your head grow lighter, feeling as though you were about to pass out. You hastily made your way back to your room, lying down on the bed.

Daryl came in, bottle in hand as he threw himself on the bed next to you, entangling your fingers with his. Then the lights went out. You both shot up, Daryl hopped off the bed and stuck his head outside the door. “Hey what’s goin’ on, why’s everything turnin’ off?”

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He Forgets Date Night ~ Kim Seokjin

You slumped back on the sofa, hearing the door of your flat open. The smell of the blown-out candles filled the room, stinging Jin as he walked in, looking around to figure out what quite had caused the horrendous smell on his day.

The eeriness of the hall was chilling, your presence was clearly felt, but the empty space around him instantly put him on edge. He walked in further, glancing into the kitchen where he found two plates of cold food.

Then he saw you, laid out on the sofa, dressed comfortably in your pyjamas, the new red dress he’d helped you to buy just a couple of days prior had been discarded to the floor.

“Jagi,” he sighed, slowly tiptoeing into the room, “I’m sorry. I completely forgot that we were having dinner tonight, I’ve just lost track of my days.”

“How did you forget about tonight? We only arranged it last week Jin, you’re not even that busy right now,” you sighed, refusing to look at him as he perched on the arm of the sofa.

All day you’d spent your time trying to create a romantic moment for the two of you to share. It had felt like forever since the two of you got some time alone. “It just slipped my mind, that’s all.”

“I thought I was more important to you than that.”

“You are important, don’t say such stupid things. Just let me make this up to you.”

If only it was as easy as he made it sound, as he tried to reach for your hand, he expected for you to take it gladly, but instead, you jolted your frame away from his.

“You forgot date night, this was supposed to be a night for the two of us Jin and instead there was obviously something far more important for you to do then spend time with me.”

Slowly he began to realise the extent of your anger, and your frustration. It was an innocent mistake, time, and days just seemed to run away with him. “I never intended to do this; you’re acting as if I set out to forget date night.”

“Maybe it’s because I feel forgotten about Jin.”

He sighed heavily, running his hands through his lilac coloured hair, wishing the whole conversation could be forgotten about. “How can you possibly think that way? I give you everything, I love you implicitly Y/N.”

It was all well and good him saying those words, but they didn’t change the way you truly felt. All the late nights, early mornings, missed coffee breaks and phone calls soon added up. You always took a back seat to his career, and you knew it, but the distance that seat took began to take its toll out on you.

He couldn’t understand how you could ever feel that way, he couldn’t see the way you felt. “You don’t seem to care that you’re hurting me Jin, you’re hurting us.”

“I think about you every day, regardless of where I am in the world, or what I’m doing. It breaks my heart to have to do things like this to you, but I never forget about you.”

“You just don’t get it,” you whispered, burying your head into your hands. “I know you think of me, and I appreciate that you’re busy, but at what point do those thoughts turn into practice, why can’t you start showing me that you think about me.”

Slowly, your words were begun to touch a nerve, the difference between his thoughts, and putting them into some sort of action was huge. Date night, it was your way of showing him you thought of him still, yet he continually failed to do the same for you.

“I’m sorry that I forgot date night, I’m gutted that you went to all of this effort for me to miss all of this. I know how you feel, you might not think I do, but I do. I need to start showing you how I feel more, because right now I’m not doing that, and that’s not fair on either of us, I don’t want to make you feel like I’ve forgotten about you.”

“Then stop forgetting, please,” you pleaded, moving your legs off the sofa, giving him space to slide down and relax into one of the cushions, turning inwards to look at you.

You nodded lightly, watching as he shuffled towards you, resting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “You went to so much effort tonight, maybe we don’t have to let it all go to waste, at least I can try and save some part of the night.”

He reached over, turning the lights off, and the lamp on the coffee table on, bringing the table towards him so he could relight the candles with the match box you’d left on the side.

“I spotted two meals in the kitchen earlier, I reckon I could heat those up, season them a little and have them as good as new in no time at all.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

His head shook, already pulling you up from the sofa so that he could sit you down at the dining table. “I do have to do it, because if I don’t, I’ll feel terrible that I forgot date night, but now I only feel slightly guilty that I simply delayed date night.”

“You’re impossible, do you know that?”

He chuckled, pulling a chair out for you, kissing the top of your head gently. “What? I’ve got to find the silver lining in all of this, so you don’t hate me.”

You glanced up at him, shaking your head. “I don’t hate you, you idiot, annoyingly, somehow I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

“I just can’t help being so handsome and adorable in that case, everyone finds me irresistible Y/N.”

You watched closely as he took the two plates, placing them safely in the microwave before pulling a glass of red wine out from the wine rack, grabbing two glasses from the shelf. He was determined to make things up to you, no matter what it took.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll come home and cook properly for you, a proper three course meal, all your favourites. It’s the least I can do after what I’ve done tonight.”

His cooking was something you could never turn down, it didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was one of your favourite times.

“I will never decline an invite to a meal by you, as long as you absolutely promise you won’t forget,” you teased, watching as he softly pouted across to you.

“I promise, wholeheartedly that there is no way on this planet that I will forget.”

With two, full, glasses of wine in his hand he walked over and placed them down before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Just try and relax, I’ll look after you tonight, and tomorrow night, and I guess if you’re lucky, the rest of your life.”

“If I’m lucky?” You chuckled, “if either of us two is lucky, it’s you, I’m an absolute catch, you’ve won the lottery when it comes to me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m very lucky indeed.”

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cowboisadness · 3 years

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Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x FemOC} Chapter 11

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: Violence and attemped sexual assault/rape. Its not graphic but ive put * at the begining and end of that part if you want to miss it out.

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The minutes that passed felt like hours or maybe it had been hours since these men took me. With no idea which direction they were going, I tried desperately to hear my surroundings for some clue to where I currently was, the busy sounds of a nearby town perhaps? Maybe the call of local birds that habited certain states. I couldn’t hear anything apart from the rush of hooves and a body of water that was crossed. My body aching from the constant movement. Not to mention I was flung over the back of this horse like a dead buck. All I could hope for was that one of the others saw me being taken, that they were following not far behind. Either that or the hope that whatever they were needing me for would have a swift ending, no matter what ending that would be. I doubted but hoped. Hope was all I had on me.

The horses came to a slow and then stopped, other voices could be heard in the distance. I was dragged off the horse and carried. Squirming in the man’s relentless grasp done nothing as he took me inside a building and then dropping me in a heap on the floor. My wrists burned as I tried to pull myself up to sit, pushing myself back with my feet till my back hit a wall. I heard a faint giggle before the hood was pulled off. Squinting at the sudden brightness before making out two figures stood before me, towering. Their rotten teeth showing through their sickening smirks.

“You gunna behave? Be a good little girl for us?” The larger man said as he crouched in front of me. I couldn’t will any words to escape, tears staining my cheeks and my whole body shaking in fear.

“Look, she’s shaking like a little rabbit.” The man laughed, causing the other man to cackle. “I like it when they are scared.” He continued, lifting his hand to my soaked cheek

“Don’t touch me!” It was nothing more than a squeak despite trying my best to sound intimidating. The man laughed again.

“She does speak,” He proceeded to remove his hand from my face and onto my knee “I wonder w-” I didn’t give him a chase to finish as I brought my knee up and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall back slightly. His eyes changed to one of fury. The man behind him with his hand now hovering over his holstered pistol. Before I could react the man stood up, breathing heavily. His boot then connected with my head, toppling me over onto my side in a heap, crying out in pain. Another kick, this time to my gut, screaming out again in my haze, the corners of my vision going blurry. A feeling of trickling cooling liquid falling across my face as my vision got darker and darker.

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The general store owner in Rhodes didn’t expect to be threatened and then interrogated by two groups of strangers that day. The look of fear on his face as Arthur and Charles entered the store looking for Bella gave it away. But with a gun in his face as he backed up into the corner it didn’t take long for him to reveal that she had been taken by a group of Irish sounding men. Arthur and Charles shared a look of understanding before leaving the store in haste. Making their way back to camp to pick up another gun. Three men took her, but there was a possibility there would be more. There was always a pack when O’Driscolls were involved. It didn’t take long for Charles to pick up the multiple horse tracks making their way out of Rhodes and heading north towards the Heartlands, then west. The tracks avoided the roads as much as possible, keeping to untouched dirt which made the tracks easier to follow. They lost the tracks once they hit the Dakota River. They searched for the continuation of the tracks along the river now on West Elizabeth ground before deciding to search the area more widely. Passing a small cabin with a barn with no one in sight. They pushed on, searching the tree lines and the possibility of another cabin or hideout. It was a few hours till they came upon a cabin a bit further north of the river. Hidden by the surrounding trees but a fire visible from afar even in the dying light as the sun began to make its descent beyond the distant mountains.

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My head throbbed and pulsed with pain. Opening my eyes I’m met with almost darkness. The sun setting or rising, I had no idea. The stench of sweat and iron filled my nose, the distant cheers of drunken men could be heard just beyond the door. I tried to sit up again but my legs wouldn't move. I couldn't move them. So I just laid there, my mind going a million miles a second, looking around me for another door or an open window. My heart racing from the realisation that I couldn’t get out of this. Hopeless. The one-roomed cabin was in disarray. A table and chairs in the centre, a stove along with a log fire to the left of it. An empty bookcase to the right beside the window and a chest just a few feet to my right. The floor was littered with empty bottles and stains.

The door slammed open, making me jump. The two men from before stumbling their way inside, clearly drunk. I was helpless as they made their way over, pulling me upright by my bound arms till I was upright. His face so close to mine I could smell the whiskey on his wretched breath. Turning my head away from the stench he grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to face him.

“I gotta punish you properly for kicking me, missy.” He slurred. I didn't have time to think before he landed another punch to my gut and then to my face, leaving me no time to recover before bringing his balled-up fist down again. My stomach convulsing and the side of my face throbbing.

“Tom. He said anywhere but her face.”

No, no, no.

It couldn’t be.

I wasn’t just a random victim. They knew who I was the second I walked up those steps to the store.

I tried to pull myself away. My body simultaneously burning with fear and the overwhelming push to do whatever it takes to escape. Mustering whatever strength I had left to keep moving, no matter what it took, no matter how much it hurt. Before I could even make it a few feet I was stopped in my tracks with a pull on my scalp, pulling me back and upwards, shouting at the sudden pain from my hair being pulled so harshly. His grip not relenting as he continued to pull me away from the wall and further into the centre of the room. Kicking my bound legs frantically as I tried to break free from the burning the pull was causing. He hoisted me up onto my feet, his face now in mine and his rancid breath once again in my face as he held onto my hair and my tied wrists. That’s when I realised, death would be my only other option. And I’d gladly take it.

Ceasing my movements I looked straight into his face, unable to see anything but sickening joy in his eyes. So I spat at him. With a smile on my face and a hope that that would push him to put a few bullets in me. But it was fleeting. He wiped his face with the hand previously gripping my wrists then collided his head with mine. My legs buckled beneath me, vision blurring, earing ringing and my head throbbing in agony.

I lost all power within me as I felt another pair of hands on my ankles. The other man cutting the rope. Trying to kick my failing legs I was turned to face him. What he said was nothing but incoherent mumbles, my ears filled with deafening ringing. He brought the knife to my chest just above my bouse, the pressure so light my nerves didnt sing out in pain. Then he sliced down, ripping the layers of cloth along and my flesh. Screaming out as I felt the burning from my sternum to my waist, warm liquid accompanying it. Then I was ushed face-first onto the table beside me. * The buzzing in my ears fading momentarily to hear laugher from the man holding me down as he told the other to get the other boys in line so they can all have a go. Then I felt his free hand latch onto the top of my pants, squirming as he began to pull mercilessly. His body covering mine as he pressed me harder and harder into the table. Crushing me while his hands roamed over my thighs. I was beyond hope, beyond any chance to break free. It seems death only comes to those that don’t wish for it. So I gave up the fight, tears flowing freely with my eyes clenched shut. Willing my mind to take me somewhere else till this was over. Willing my body to feel nothing but numb. * My mind filled with memories of my childhood; secretly getting drunk with my girlfriends in the stables. My brothers teaching me how to climb trees. Me and my father coming home after a successful hunt. My mother delicately brushing though my hair after getting it covered in dirt. The life draining from Franks eyes with Arthurs knife plunged into his chest, my grip on the handle. Waking up at the campfire with my head on Arthurs shoulder.

The clattering sound of a loaded holster hitting the cabin floor pulled me back. But it was the not so distant sounds of gunfire that made my body stiffen again. We both halted as we stared at the door. The consistent sounds relighting the hope that had been extinguished only moments ago. Please let it be them.

“Shit!” he shouted as the distant shots got louder and louder. Shouts from the men outside quickly quietening one by one.

Unable to tear my eyes away from the door ahead.

The door burst open with a kick, a silhouette in the fading light now in its place. But I couldn’t make out who it was. If I knew them. If they knew me.

Pulled from the table and further back into the cabin, the mans grip still as brutal as he pulled me backwards and into my knees in front of him.

His staggering breath against the side of my face as we both stared at the figure. My eyes trying to focus.

The figure raised his pistol as he spoke

"Let her go." The unmistakable raspy voice spoke out in a sense of calmed urgency.

A snicker and a low sickening laugh filled my ears “Not ‘appening buddy,” he said as a hand wrapped around my throat. Tightening.

“Ya will havta shoot through her to get to me.” he laughed again.

Another figure emerged at the door with their gun raised and pointed straight at us.

Opening my mouth to shout or scream, to gasp for air as his hand tightened around my throat. My hands coming up instinctively to claw at his fingers, my lungs screaming for air. As I pulled relentlessly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, not paying any mind as the rest of my body was throbbing and aching. But this pain was sharp, not dull.

The knife.

I dropped my hands, reaching for the inside of my boot as quickly as possible and praying he was too preoccupied with the two others slowly making their way forwards into the small cabin. Their spurs on the wood floor and my strangled cry for air being the only sound the fill the area. I pulled the handle, far enough to grip it completely in both hands. My vision, still blurry, now darkening around the edges. I pushed myself to the side, letting gravity do the work as I twisted the knife upwards and drove it up beside my head with whatever meagre strength I had left.

Resistance. Then the familiar feeling of warm fresh blood covered my hands.

Dropping to the floor I wheezed for breath, my vision still darkening. Flashes of light and shots the only things that kept me from slipping.

Gentle hands were on me in an instant. Voices gradually fading back and becoming more clear with every burning breath that filled my lungs.

“Bella! Bella, can you hear me?”

“Arthur?” I wheezed

“Yeah darlin it’s me. Yer safe now.” He lifted me in his arms then my hands were cut free. All thoughts of my current state and decency out of my mind. My senses still foggy and the overwhelming urge to sleep overcoming me as I tried to keep my eyes open.

“I - I thought-”

“Shh it’s okay,” he soothed, moving some hair out of my face. My body groaned in protest as he gently snaked his arms under my legs and lifted me to him as he stood. I didn’t think I’d have the energy to cry again, but the tears flowed freely once more. This time in relief.

“Let’s get you home.”

@kashasenpai

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lucisfavoritedemon · 3 years

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Always & Forever: Part 3

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Summary: Being forced into an arranged marriage by your father doesn't go quite to plan when your soon to be husband tries to take the only freedom you have ever known. Little does he know someone else was listening in. Go on a journey to discover that Lucifer may not be as bad as he appears. He did save your life after all.

Warnings: talks of acts of violence, talks of possession, age gap, cursing, fluff, some angst, mentions of blood and injury, talk of mature topics, 18+ only.

Word Count: 2,384

A/N: I try to stay as true to the time period as I am comfortable with. This an 18+ only series. You have been warned. There is a lot of talk about mature topics. You have been warned. All thoughts in italics.

Enjoy!

The guard chuckled, “I see. Well, if she does come down here then looking for an escape, then you’ll let us know, right?”

“If that’s what you wish, then yes.”

“Good. I’ll come check on you in a little bit then, or till you call me to come grab her.”

“Fine by me.”

I hear the guard walk up the stairs very slowly, then he shuts the door. I sit there for a good couple minutes.

“I’ll go see if he’s truly gone. I don’t trust those new guards.” Maddox says coming out of the shadows and going to the stairs, “he’s gone.”

“Good. Now get Lucifer out of his cell please.”

“Fine. fine.”

Maddox goes and grabs the keys and unlocks Lucifer’s cell. I walk in and hug him tight, but I suddenly feel something warm and wet against my abdomen. I pull away after hearing Lucifer groan and notice he is covered in wounds, blood all over him.

“Wh-what did they do to you?”

“Don’t worry about me princess. Let’s just get out of here. Next question is how.”

“Leave that to me. How do you think I was able to get here without anyone seeing me in the first place?” Suddenly, Maddox reveals a door that leads to a dark corridor. “I’ll help Lucifer. You go ahead princess. This tunnel shouldn’t be blocked. It should lead straight to my tower. From there we have a straight shot out to the stables.”

“I can walk on my own. I won’t take the chance with her. I want to stay by her side.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll stay here till I know you guys are far enough in before I shut the door.”

Lucifer nods, and stands up. He slowly walks over to me and takes my hand. He grabs a burnt out torch and relights it, starting to walk down. I keep close to his side gripping his hand, not wanting to let go.

“I promised to protect you, and I will stick to my word princess.”

“I know...I’m scared of what might happen. I just want this sick nightmare to be over.”

“I know princess. I know.”

We get down to what feels half way when we see that the door closes and we hear running.

“Don’t turn around. Just keep walking,” Maddox whispers as he slowly creeps behind us.

I got closer to Lucifer scared that guards were coming down the stairs back to the dungeon.

We finally get to Maddox’s tower after what seems like hours. Time moves so much slower when you are waiting for something bad to happen. We wait for Maddox to make his way to us before we slowly open the door. Maddox goes in first just in case there are guards waiting for him to return.

“It’s all clear for now. We have to move quickly. I will go grab the horses and you two stay in this tunnel. I don’t want to risk guards being at the stables, or them coming in here and discover you two in my tower together.”

“I think that’s a good plan.” Lucifer says, sitting on the ground against the wall.

“I’ll be back soon then. Stay in here.” Maddox then shuts the door, and leaves.

“I’m sorry I worried you princess. I should have known that me needing to head home under my father’s orders was a lie.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you are safe. I also had a feeling that you were still in the castle. I don’t know how, but I did.”

“When I kissed your forehead, I made sure you would be able to sense me wherever you were. No matter how far apart we were, and if I were in trouble, you would be able to find me easily. I guess that explains why you showed up in the dungeon. I just figured you would have been under strict watch by the guards.”

“Maybe Michael trusted me enough to be afraid of his threat, that he didn’t feel he needed to place guards.”

“He threatened you?”

“He said that I would regret it if I left my room without permission, but I had to get away somehow. I didn’t think that the wedding would have been tonight.”

“Tonight? No wonder he is trying to find you.”

“Yeah, it’s also why I’m wearing this ridiculous dress.”

Lucifer looks at me and his face goes red, “I-I didn’t even notice, and I got blood all over you...I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t really like how this looks on me anyways. It’s not my style of dress.”

“I think it looks beautiful on you.”

“Y-you think so?”

“I know so.” He smiles at me, and I return it.

I don’t know why, but I always feel so happy when I’m with him. Like I feel like I can be myself around him. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. “Why did you save me? All the others seemed so awestruck by me, yet you respected me and kept at attention. Not once do you look me up and down like you had other plans for me.”

“Because I respect you. Your reputation in our kingdom is one I have never heard before. I mean it makes sense with you being the only child of King Nova, but I don’t know any princess of your age who has as much freedom and knowledge of politics as you do.”

“Guess I never thought about that before. I always took that for granted. Always took for granted that I was the lone child . That my mother never bore a son for my father to train in politics and sword fighting. Yet, he taught me all those things. I never realised that other princesses weren’t given that luxury. That they were always taught to be prim and proper. All they were good for was bearing sons for their husbands.”

“Exactly. They all seem so afraid of us. Every marriage interview I have had, they all just sat and wanted me to, well, talk about me. That’s okay and everything, but I want my future wife to feel like she can talk about herself as well.”

“I’m not afraid to speak my mind. It’s really the only true freedom I have had. Father gave me more than most princesses, but I still had to do whatever he ordered. I was always allowed to give my opinion on the matter without punishment as long as I still went and obeyed him.”

“You just answered your own question. I love that you speak your mind. You aren’t a force to be reckoned with. That’s what has me so attracted to you.”

I smile and blush. No one has ever said that to me before. Usually they just say that I’m annoying and I just need to shut my mouth.

“I mean every word I say to you. I would never ever lie to you.”

“I trust you Lucifer.”

“Good. I’m glad I have your trust, as much as you have mine.”

I smile at him, but my eyes are drawn to his lips. I knew I had to resist my urge to just kiss him then and there, but it certainly wasn’t the proper time, nor the proper place.

The door opens to the corridor and Lucifer stands between me, and the possible assailant.

“Calm Lucifer it’s me,” Maddox said fully opening the door, “hurry, I can hear guards making their way here.”

Lucifer grabs my arm, and we rush outside. He helps me onto a horse and gets on behind me, taking the reins. Maddox hops on his and takes the lead starting his horse in a gallop. Lucifer does the same, heading for the main gates.

“There they are! Stop them!” A guard yells out as we take off.

The guards at the main gate start to close the gate. Maddox makes it over the bridge quickly before they start to lift it, but Lucifer and I weren’t so lucky. I was convinced we wouldn’t make it, and we would be stuck here to be tortured for all eternity, but Lucifer made the horse go faster. I close my eyes ready for us to come to a halt, but the opposite occurs. The horse jumps over the mote, and lands on the other side safely. Lucifer keeps the horse galloping in case the guards decide to follow us.

After hours of traveling through dense forest, we finally make it to the village of Taekya. It was honestly very beautiful. I had never seen it before, but there was something not right about it. The people all stared in rage, and fear at us as we walked through the square.

“How dare you show your face her princess. After what your father has done to us.” A village person yelled at us.

“I came here to right the wrong that has happened. What has happened, is completely unfair to you. It wasn’t my father’s orders to declare war on you, but in fact an invader who just wants power. I came to look at this so-called declaration of war against the Taekya people.”

“Why do you care? You only care about what you have lost because of this, your precious fish.”

“That isn’t even the least bit true. I know the impact it has on everyone. Shipments will stop coming in once other kingdoms gain word of this. You will lose everything because of this war. Textiles, food, wood, coal, rare ores. Everything a village needs to thrive. My father and I would never declare war on a Kingdom that could quickly die off in such a horrific way.”

The village people begin to talk amongst themselves before someone speaks up.

“Then who is this man that came with an entire army declaring war in the Great King Nova’s name?”

“His name is Michael, the first Prince of Oslcuatish.”

The chatter gets a little louder. Looks like Michael isn’t very welcomed in many places.

“Why would the future king want to declare war in the present king's name?”

“Because I refused to marry him.”

The village irrupts in conversation. I can hear horrible rumors about me being spat every so often.

“Silence!” Lucifer speaks over the chatter, “I have accompanied the princess to right the wrongs my brother has brought to our family’s name. My name is Prince Lucifer, the second Prince of Oslucatish.”

Everyone just stares at him in awe before they start to whisper amongst themselves.

“The great commander has accompanied the princess, so this must be so.”

“I will take you to see the declaration of war.” A voice spoke up from the crowd.

He was a knight, with what seemed to also be a high ranking.

“The name is Captain Salathiel. I was present during the reading, and the signing of the document.”

“Thank you captain.”

“My pleasure to assist such a knight as yourself Commander.” Salathiel bows in respect to Lucifer.

“Pleasure’s all mine captain.”

Lucifer gets off our horse and helps me down before we follow the captain to a cathedral looking building.

“My apologies to your rude welcome. We usually are so much more welcoming to our visitors. We don’t get very many.”

“It’s understandable captain. The people welcomed someone who just declared war against them. No motive whatsoever.”

“You’re sure understanding princess.”

“I try my best. It is my duty to understand the different cultures and backgrounds of the different kingdoms we ally with.”

“Well, that makes you an amazing ruler. Not many rulers care for their people let alone their allies.”

“I was taught well.”

“It seems so,” the knight grabs a piece of paper and hands it to me, “I knew that King Nova’s signature didn’t look right. It was because it was a fake. Take this back, and keep our kingdom in mind whenever you need anything.”

“Of course we will Captain.”

“We should head back now that the sun is rising, princess, and hope nothing terrible has happened in our absence.”

“I agree. Thank you again captain for all your help.”

“My pleasure, your highness.”

Lucifer grabs my wrist and walks outside helping back on our horse before hopping up himself, and letting Maddox lead the way back.

It took till midmorning to arrive back at the castle.

“Open the gates! They have returned!”

The bridge and the main gates open, and we are greeted by my father. Thank goodness it wasn’t Michael waiting for us.

“Where have you been!?”

“Taekya.” I bluntly state.

“Why Taekya? We aren’t expecting anything from them.”

“I know sir. This is sadly my brother Michael’s doing.”

“And we wouldn’t ever again had I not gone there.” I hand my father the declaration of war.

“Wh-what is this? Why is my signature there? That isn’t my signature.”

“Why would Michael do such a thing?”

“Yes sir!” They salute and run off to find Michael.

“Because sir, he wants you and your daughter dead so he can rule every last kingdom in the province.” Maddox speaks up, which he normally never does.

“I-I see. Guards, find Michael immediately, and arrest him. Send him back to his kingdom, and explain to his father what has happened.”

“You two head inside, and clean up. I will deal with your situation later.”

“Yes sir.” Lucifer agrees and walks inside.

I start to slowly walk inside before slightly turning my head over my shoulder, “I don’t care what you decide, just know that I will continue to fight for Prince Lucifer despite what you want.”

“We’ll have this discussion later. Just go inside.”

I do as he says and head to my chambers, hoping I open the door to see Lucifer, but alas, he isn’t there. I shut my door and lay on my bed, now remembering I was in my wedding dress that was now stained with Lucifer’s blood. I just wish he was by my side.

I wish you were here Luc. What I would give to crawl into your arms, and feel safe again. But who am I kidding? Father will never let this marriage happen now. Not after everything that has happened.

“I hope I get to see you again Lucifer...that this wasn’t the end to what could be a beautiful story.”

#spn lucifer #lucifer x reader #medieval au #spnfluffbingo2021 #ocs

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Feelings

This was meant to be a fluff fic with Virgil to help cheer up @gumnut-logic but kind of went a different way as I was writing... oops! Not like I ever have any control over any of this!

Whump with a happy ending of course.

Unlike Scott and Gordon his preference for exercise was strength training over cardio. Lifting weights and on occasion younger brothers, much to their amusement. Not that it had always been that way, in high school his lap time had been one to rival Scott’s on the track.

School bullies and his love of art had shifted him away from the track though and found him spending more and more time in the weights room. Though, it was only in college that he had begun to take it seriously, any spare time devoted to working out when it seemed that music and art were no longer enough.

From then on it had stuck with him.

It was rare for music and art to not be enough, his brothers seemed to be able to pick up on his moods based on those two activities alone. Yet when he vanished down to the Island gym, it seemed that everyone knew to give him a wide berth.

So engrossed on taking his anger and frustration out on the punchbag, he didn’t hear the door open. Nor did he expect the hand on his shoulder.

It was instinct to spin, flinging his arm out as he did sending the person stumbling up into the mats.

Eyes widening he froze where he stood.

“Shit! Dad! I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

His father was smiling though as he pushed himself up on one elbow, “It’s fine, I’m fine son.”

Reaching out, Virgil hauled him upright in one easy movement, “Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

His father raised a knowing eyebrow, “Still out on that rig by any chance?”

Shoulders tensed at the reminder, the flame of anger relighting at the thought of how the whole thing could have been prevented, if only corporate greed hadn’t gotten in the way.

He turned back to the punch bag, eyes blurring as he caught it on its swing towards him. Setting it still he took up position, only pausing to wipe his nose on his arm. He didn’t flinch at the touch of his father’s hand on his wrist, instead glaring slightly at him.

“If they had followed protocol--” His voice cracked, cutting him off before he could finish.

“I know son,” His father nodded again, “But none of that is your fault.”

That much he knew. The anger wasn’t directed at himself. It was one of the few times that he could pinpoint where fault lay, who was responsible for the lives lost that day. It was only that kind of anger that could get him quite so wound up.

“How can money be worth more than four lives?” He grunted, shrugging his father off as he swung for the beg, “How can obvious repairs be deemed unnecessary? How can people. Just. Not. Care.”

He was aware of how his father was watching him, eyebrows furrowed in the same way that Scott’d did, arms folded, and eyes shadowed with concern. Still, he kept going. He had to keep going until he burned himself out. Otherwise the anger would just be directed elsewhere.

“You realise we can do something about it?” His father prompted, head tilting slightly, “Prompt an investigation.”

He didn’t have time to nod, but he knew it was what always happened. Someone somewhere in Tracy Industries would make a case for them and follow through until the corporate in question was shut down or taken over. He’d seen Penny do it a few times, other times he’d seen Scott overseeing transitions of power.

It didn’t bring people back from the dead though.

He threw one final punch at the bag, the sound of skin on leather cracking through the room.

Breathless and drained, he caught the bag and rested his head against the worn material. Closing his eyes he shook his head, trying to ignore the new dampness on his cheeks.

“Doesn’t change what happened.” He uttered under his breath, “Their greed will never make them feel what those four families are feeling tonight. What we’ve all felt.”

His legs buckled beneath him and he knew he had to catch himself before his father tried to. Dad was home, but he still wasn’t as strong as he once had been.

Sinking down to the floor, he accepted the comfort of the arm around his shoulders, leant into the assurance of the only person that dared to be around him whilst the anger blazed.

“It hurts,” Jeff agreed quietly, “Knowing that they’ll never understand what their actions have done to so many. That was why I had to break away from the Hood. No words, art, or music could ever make people like that understand son. No matter how much we wished it did.”

That was why he was there. His father knew. His father understood what it was like to be able to make people feel so much through the means of art and music, and the frustration when even those means couldn’t reach out to someone.

His arm squeezed his shoulders tight as he continued, “There is only one thing that can possibly make them feel what the rest of us feel is their money or their power.”

The clearing of his throat as he straightened slightly against Virgil made the younger man look up to his father.

“And if that’s the only way to make them understand, then what’s stopping us from making them feel?”

Virgil felt his eyes widen and his jaw drop slightly. His father’s eyes creased as he chuckled softly,

“What?”

He stumbled over his words, shifting to sit straight as he wiped the remaining dampness from his cheeks,

“Scott never let me do that. He always said that losing their business’ would be enough.”

Leaning back on his arms, Jeff sighed and shook his head. There was a vast difference between Scott and Virgil. Both had hearts of gold, but both felt things in different ways. Neither would ever do anything illegal, at least he hoped, but both would seek for the most just thing to be done.

Scott’s view on what was just was wildly different to Virgil’s.

“Who ever said that we had to do anything?” He smiled, “You know, over the years Parker has taught me a trick or two.”

Virgil was frowning at him as he undid the wraps from his hands, eyes still red from crying. There was caution there, an uncertainty of who to go against, his father or his big brother.

“Don’t worry son, you leave it to me and I’ll see things right. I’m sure Eos would appreciate a little challenge.”

There was a slow, cautious smile that won out against his son’s frown and Jeff had to grin. You didn’t get to the top of a business without playing dirty once in a while. Plus, if he meant keeping his son’s sane, it would so be worth it.

Standing he went to the freezer in the corner of the room, knowing from experience what was needed after a heavy session at the punch bag.

Virgil caught the ice bag easily, smiling a little more naturally as he rested it over his knuckles.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Slinging his arm back over his son’s shoulders, Jeff smiled, “Anything to make things a little more right son. Now, what about some beers and a steak dinner?”

He had to laugh at the groan of appreciation as Virgil nodded.

“Right you are then. Off for a shower with you, and I’ll meet you down in the kitchen.”

Watching him go, Jeff shook his head. Yet another thing he hadn’t been able to fix for eight years. If he could make just one thing right now he was back, it had to be better than nothing.

#thunderbirds are go #irrelief2020 #irrelief #kinda #Thunderbirds 2015 #Virgil Tracy #jeff tracy #scribbles writes #thunderbirds fanfic

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Pirate Material: Still Original

Saw some discussion of The Streets’s early work, and went to see if this article was still online - it’s not because the Vice brand partnership vertical (I’m sorry) that it was originally written for is gone. So here you go again!

I don't hold with the insidious theory that making brilliant art is a young man's game – or, in the words of Sickboy in Trainspotting, that “you have it, then you lose it”. It's a trope that's been with us since the beginning of rock'n'roll, dammit since the romantic poets, that idea that inspiration is intrinsically tied up with the energy of youth, that great works come like a bolt from the blue and artists are best off dying young1 rather than chasing round in ever-decreasing circles trying to relight your creative fire the rest of your sorry life. But it's clearly rubbish, a denial of craft and labour, put about by fantasists and advertisers and used as justification by those with a vested interest in keeping us emotionally immature and by the worst kind of poseurs for their ghastly Peter Pan antics.

Every so often, though, something I see or hear will make me think again – will make me have a flickering moment of belief in the essential white light of youthful creativity. And 'Original Pirate Material' is one of those things. I mean, have you heard it recently? Really heard it? Played it loud from the beginning, given it your full attention, let that utterly insane opening salvo of 'Turn the Page', 'Has it Come to This' and 'Let's Push Things Forward' work their magic on you? It's arm-hair raising stuff, it really is. The false hierarchies and dreary consensus of best-ever lists is another of those things I don't hold with, but yeah this really, really deserved to be on all those best-of-the-2000s lists, and I will gladly fight its corner against the Arctic Monkeys, Dizzee, Radiohead, Outkast, whatever you care to bring in fact.

Like almost all the best music, I didn't really get it at first. It was tinny-sounding and clattery, where I was used to dance music's oomph; I couldn't work out what Skinner's roaming accent was getting at as he slipped and slid across the rhythms, in and out of ordinary conversational cadence, lurching from sublime to ridiculous within single phrases. It was intriguing right enough, but it was impossible to shake the idea that it was all a bit contrived, an indie-weakened version of soundsystem/MC culture, or even more naggingly the idea that it was a wind-up, that this music was taking the piss out of all of us. Lines nicked from 'Gladiator' and talk about his Reeboks? Be serious. And then I had the epiphany.

The scene couldn't have been set better, really. I was out in Amsterdam for eight days on my first ever magazine feature assignment – to cover a conference on Amazon shamanic practice AND a High Times convention. I'd been hanging out with psychonauts, ravers, witch doctors2 and Dutch farmers, and experienced the best that ancient cultures and modern science had to offer; I was in a terrific mood as I was finally doing the job I'd always wanted to, and had been able to utter the immortal phrase “can I claim my ritual on expenses3, please?” on the phone to the Face magazine office. So when someone mentioned “that new band The Streets are playing the Melkweg” I was pretty much up for it.

The DJ beforehand, a Dutchman called Big Head, was playing what was generally known as “breakstep”, a kind of funky uncle to dubstep, and I liked it so much I bought his mix CD4. The Streets were very late coming on, but the crowd were raving and so was I, so who cared? When they did crash onto the stage, though, Skinner immediately and repeatedly asking the crowd if anyone had any cocaine, it was a glorious disruption of the groove, their sound spiky and awkward, and from the beginning I loved it. I don't remember a lot about the band except there was an ex-member of the Senseless Things5 on bass, and that Skinner and his co-vocalist spent a lot of the set pushing, shoving and trying to trip one another up.

And that's when it clicked into place: yes, this was a piss-take, but it was a deadly serious piss-take. This child-like 24-year-old was not just meandering between voices, themes and levels of seriousness, he was embodying every single one of them. He was a shaman too6. What was chaos and what was control became impossible to discern7. The only time I could remember seeing elemental clowning like this before on a stage was the Happy Mondays back in 1990, but I also recognised the spirit of so many loony rave urchins I'd been bamboozled and bantered at and had lighters stolen by over the years8, the never-ending babble of these Shakespearean monkeys, possessed by the endless power of the English language to spin out shaggy dog stories, to make jokes of the most serious matters and suddenly turn jokes deathly serious. The films that were projected as back stories to each of the tracks matched the quotidian urban subject matter of those songs – but they, like the lyrics and the music, revealed something so much more primal beneath. And still you could dance, laugh, drink and carouse to it.

Which is why, when I listen to 'Original Pirate Material' now, I don't hear “bloke poetry” or grittiness or mundanity or social realism any of those other things that are inevitably reeled out. I hear constant windows in to the most profound and abstracted of human instincts and experiences: vertigo, jealousy, transition, glory, loss, innocence and so much more. Just listen to the sudden swerves from domestic detail to dizzying generality in 'It's Too Late' or the affirmation and melancholy in 'Weak Become Heroes': these are about so, so much more than losing a girl or doing a pill9. They're about being human. Only years later did I start realising that Skinner was writing in a great English language tradition going a millennium back to Beowulf and taking in Sterne, Carroll, Lear, Pound, Spike Milligan, Ivor Cutler, Mark E Smith and Roots Manuva10, gibbering gobshites and bullshit artists, holy fools who could skip wildly into parts of our psyches where angels fear to tread.

He could never top this, could he? None of this is to dismiss Skinner's later work – he has on occasion made some glorious music and told some great tales since, and especially on 'Computers and Blues' when he turned full circle back to some of his early themes and freeform lyricism he showed he was tapped into the same wellspring – but 'Original Pirate Material' had it all. Everything afterwards, whether it's his narratives of modern life and celebrity, or his more philosophical turns, couldn't help but be self-conscious, trying to impose more structure onto what he had already expressed so perfectly in its rants, sketches, jokes and asides. This isn't about drugs, it's not about “authenticity”11, and it's not really about youth as such – others have tapped into this very British, very mongrel method of accessing the ways of the human mind from very different places and perspectives – but for Skinner it was all tied into a particular openness to everything that comes with being a hungry young man with his eyes (very) wide open.

1 See the infamous “27 Club”, much discussed when Amy Winehouse carked it, and so called because it's the number of times anyone who takes it seriously deserves to have their face walloped with a cricket bat.

2 To be precise, a shaman from the Shuar tribe of Ecuador who played the Jew's harp.

3 Yes, bloggers, these were the days when journalists got paid expenses. They were decadent times, the early 00s.

4 In fact it is sitting on my desk right now, and it still sounds good.

5 You think nonsense genre names like “Post Dubstep” or indeed “Breakstep” are silly? Back in the 90s, The Senseless things were lumped, along with Mega City 4 and Silverfish into a genre called Fraggle Rock. Seriously.

6 No Jew's harp though, just a microphone.

7 You want to know how giddy with the brilliance of it all I was feeling at that moment? My brain flashed up the image of Stockard Channing going “chaos... control... chaos... control... you like?” to Will Smith as Donald Sutherland spun a double-sided Kandinsky in 'Six Degress of Separation'. And what? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjwiachXkjc

8 One routine about fake vs real Nike caps that managed to weave in and out of between-song patter for almost the entire set was such archetypal rave bollocks that you'd swear you'd heard it before from someone who was about to do you out of a tenner at some party on a hillside.

9 They're about those things too, though.

10 Peter Ackroyd's 'Albion: the Origins of the English Imagination' is the book you need on this topic, although admittedly he doesn't get right the way through to Roots Manuva.

11 There's no such thing.

#the streets #original pirate material #uk garage #breakstep #ukg #mike skinner #amsterdam #shamanism #dmt #ayahuasca #cannabis #visionaries #storytelling #poetry #rap #uk hip hop #melkweg

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He kicked it again. It merely slumped to its side. The bitter cold had dampened his smell, but the stench of blood hung in his supersensitive nasals and throat like drenched wool. His grief having subsided, he began to work his fingers into its skull. He did not know why he did this. But the food always came easier when there was already a mark to pry open. Red ooze and pale, slushier parts caked his fingernails and sank their way into the crevices of wrinkles on his hands, highlighting them. He finally abandoned the idea of saving the cleanliness of at least one hand, lest the inexplicably precious trinket lost to him should appear again as miraculously as his food. His teeth stripping at the corpse's skin, the memory soon passed from his head.

*** The blizzard had calmed a while ago, but that did little to raise the temperature around them. Like the windscreen of a car on a cold day, Bertrum's line of sight was obscured behind the clouds of breath condensing every time he paused his unsteady march to regain his energy. "How far away till the next house?" "Not long now, it's up on that hill ahead." Lacie stopped beside him to lend him a hand. While they no longer faced the threat of screaming gales and biting frost, the snowstorm had brought with it another layer to the already deep drifts of snow, both on and off path. The city, before the fall, had always irritated him with its ceaseless barrage of lights and sound. Now there was nothing he wished for more than a brick path which had been swept clean of the smothering snow gathering there. "If he's not in this house either, I guess we can always check for supplies," Lacie offered hopefully. Too out of breath to seriously consider a reply, Bertrum nodded silently, then bent to brush away the particles crusting the fringes of his pants. Even if the walk wasn't an easy one, they could be grateful for being well protected.

Though kilometers of travel had proven unyielding of outcome, they pressed on. Searching the houses by now had become a routine, although finding one suitable for shelter was proving to be a different matter. As per basic outbreak survival protocols, most houses they found were locked and barred securely from the inside, their original occupants likely having fled, or worse. None of which were percieved to house any living creatures, aside from the occasional scuffle of sheltering rats and other scavengers fleeing from their attacks on the front door. If Grant isn't in this one, Bertrum thought with increasing cynicism, we're going home and waiting to find him instead. Still, there were still flickering dots of hope relighting with each house they visited. After all, how far could a young wounded zombie travel, especially in such weather conditions.

"Think it could be this one?" Bertrum raised his head from when he had been bending over wheezing, and made an attempt to straighten his posture. "Jesus christ, look at that door..." Something had torn the hinges off this one. From what details he could make out from afar, behind the snow caking its roof and piling against the walls it appeared to have withstood some severe neglect. Cavities in the snow drift indicated a smashed window, and long dead creeper vines were in the process of curling their way up the brick walls with faded grafetti. The damage could have been done before the apocalypse, yet even from a distance the lack of snow beyond the threshold compared to the drifts by the door gave away at its recentness. "I dunno Lacie," he began. "I can't tell if the door was locked or not, otherwise he wouldn't have found this way in. And he's not strong enough to break down a door that's been barred." At least he hoped* Grant wasn't strong enough. Lacie nodded in rejection of the alternative implication. The door was within distance for a more detailed examination. Bertrum ignored the ache in his legs and waded forward until he was able to lean one hand against the flaking, frosted over wall. Finally able to take at least some* pressure off his legs, he peered closely at this mess. "On second thoughts, this doesn't look like him. That's some pretty jagged edge in the piece we got here-" Lacie huffed as she pried a piece of the door from where snow had begun to bury it, "Sharp stuff is what makes the edge. Not hands." " Then I assume this was done by a roving survivor." Bertrum hid his breathless exhaustion with some difficulty. "Some angry nut this guy musta been. Put a bunch of holes in the centre for no reason, ice pick probably. Reckon it musta been loud enough to wake the dead, eh?" She chuckled sadly at her little quip, but abruptly Bertrum's gaze was fixed on something she could not see. Narrowing his eyes, he swiftly and firmly brought his finger to his lips and mouthed for silence. "What?" Lacie whispered. She raised her head, following his stare, backing out of the doorway for more accuracy in angle.

All but one of the windows were shattered, some with fractures looking as though they had been made by the rocks of many a roving vandal, others by the unfavorable weather and the constant change of the decaying house. But where glass remained, a creature would be likelier to seek shelter against the chill winds. She saw the results plastered against what was left intact.

Blood. Against the glass, almost floating in midair. Tiny flecks of blood crusted the bottom right corner of one upstairs window.

"Oh... oh no..."

Very slowly and deliberately, Bertrum laid a frail hand on the what remained of the door and pushed. It slid inwards without a creak, almost as if by miracle something had silenced its rusty hinges. He turned grimly back to Lacie, and they shared a nod. Carefully lifting their feet out of the snow, over the threshold as slowly as time could allow them, they pulled out their torches and turned them on. The only noise being the sigh of the dusk breeze and the near inaudible ruffle of their own clothes per movement. And upstairs, there came the faintest of rustling. Time seemed to hang suspended in the still air, no longer as musty or stale as an enclosed house would bring.

And as their eyes scanned the floor for disturbances to their stealthy entrance, they saw a strange pattern formed in the dust on the tiles. It appeared that once, a large amount of liquid had been spilled there. Although on closer inspection it certainly was not water. It had pushed aside a lot of dust, the leftover ripples forming dark marks where they did not tread. Splattermarks, and the remnants prints of snow boots they did not recognise. Puddles had once pooled here, flecks of liquid having hit the walls in their force. But the absence of any stain was not the strangest part. There was a spot on the ground where the dust appeared to have coalesced, forming an almost torso-like imprint surrounded by thousands of thin threads of gossamer. The lines appeared to transcend the laws of physics, flowing along the ground to this point. Ignoring various indentations and surfaces in a tiled surface beginning to buckle, perfectly straight lines which at some point became far too complex and needless to be done by hand. Yet.. if not by hand, then left by what?

A creak in the floorboards above, undoubtedly spurred by motion, and Bertrum flicked his torch up just in time to catch a puff of plaster dust rolling from some unseen crack. Pound pound pound, they heard it begin to run. "Oh god-"

Disregarding the floor patterns, the two leapt out from the doorway and back outside.

Her hand against the doorknob before she even realised. It was just as well they had moved out the way, as from above there came a dreadful* howl. Lacie readied herself against the door as the scuffling, growling *thing* flung itself down the stairs and galloped at them on all fours. They watched its silhouette blunder across the room, and for a precious moment the light of an adjacent window, if only for an instance, the face it belonged to. Lacie threw herself against the door and Bertrum did the same, shutting it so explosively the foundations of the house seemed to resonate with the bang. Behind the wooden frame, the thing screamed and clawed in futility. But there were no more strange sounds, no more hidden menaces. If this one had company, they would have attacked together. They were in another room, and thankfully one with a window. There was no furniture to block the door with, but seeing a section of the doorframe splintering aaway gave Lacie an idea. Still leaning as much as she could against the door, she took off her scarf, wrapped it around the doorknob and then jammed the other loop under the lifting piece of wood. Fastening the knot as tightly as she could, she silently motioned for Bertrum to back away. The door hold shuddered but held firm. They edged their way accross the room and carefully scaled through the empty window, keeping an eye on the woods for any lurking silhouettes. "What do we do?" whispered Lacie, in a volume only slightly above the desolate wind. "I wouldn't know yet, dear. Did you see his face?" "It was Grant, I'm almost certain. Jeepers creepers, look at how aggressive he's gotten! Downright possessed if you'd ask me! The hells gotten into him?" "I may need to ponder this for a moment..." Bertrum turned away and kept an eye on the woods. "Oh come on," interrupted Lacie, "If we don't hurry he's bound to get away or somethin. The door's wide open and what if he realises we're not behind the door anymore?" Instinctively they both moved out of sight from the entrance, just in case. "Well I certainly wouldn't like placing you in such dire threats again," Bertrum mused. "But certainly there exists a method which defers from the questionable safety you seem keen on?" "You do you, but II'm not letting him escape again! Not on my watch. I see your armor still works-" Without waiting for a reaction, she jogged the perimeter of the house. "Hey!" Bertrum called, but she had already gone. He shook his head and ran after her.

#tag later #long post #my writing #tw: gore #bornoffireandwisdom

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costello-music-cr · 5 years

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the bright lights are fading away, it’s not such a beautiful day

It was a disgustingly beautiful day. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, and Caleb was really regretting getting out of his bedroll that morning. He thought he would be fine, it should have passed long ago. But he was never that lucky.

Caleb falls ill while on the road and Beau, Jester, and Nott are the best bros.

Link to AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21080333

So I’ve fallen hard into the Critical Role Fandom. I just finished episode 34 as I’m posting this, so this is set in some nebulous time around then. I also won’t be doing the full whumptober, so this is my meager offering to that.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there was a faintly floral scent in the air. The Mighty Nein had nowhere pressing to be, and nothing pressing to do. It was all in all a lovely morning for every member of the group, except for Caleb.

He had been fine the night before, he had had no trouble setting up the hut for everyone and Caduceus was a far better cook than anyone else in the group, providing a surprisingly delicious dinner.

The others were already up when Caleb sluggishly came to that morning. The first thing he noticed was that he was still incredibly tired despite the full nights rest and that his head hurt. It was clearly going to be one of those days so he thought nothing more of it as Nott prodded his side.

“Caleb, hey Caleb. Are you awake?” she said. Shifting a little Caleb groaned and responded.

“Ja, ja I’m awake,” he said as he turned to face her. His voice was a little rougher than normal, but he had just woken up so neither of them thought anything of it.

“Great. Caddy has breakfast ready and once you’re done we’re good to go,” she said grinning down at him.

Sitting up he could see Beau and Jester sitting by Caduceus, who was prodding something on the small cook fire. The smell tomatoes and something else he couldn’t identify sizzling in the pan wafted over to him with the realisation that he wasn’t that hungry. Frowning slightly he started rolling up his bedroll and putting his things together, ignoring the gentle thudding in his head.

“Caaayleb! Good morning!” Jester called to him, her mouth full, as he put his pack in the cart.

“Guten Morgen,” he grunted back at her.

Jester giggled at him, holding up a plate to him as he join her by the fire.

“Here Cayleb we saved some breakfast for you. You slept really late,” she said pushing the plate at him.

The smell was almost overpowering as he took the plate from her. His stomach turned faintly and he realised he was really not hungry. His frown deepened as he poked at the bread and various vegetables that Caduceus had uncannily gathered the day before. They didn’t have anywhere pressing to be but there was still a good day’s travel before they made it to the next town. He’d travelled on an empty stomach enough times to not want to do it again so he nibbled at whatever seemed the least offensive to him, as the others finished packing up their nights campsite. While he slowly made his way through his breakfast Nott came back and sat next to him as Caduceus started putting out the fire. He could only make a small dent in it before he couldn’t eat anymore.

“Do you want this Nott? I am not so hungry this morning,” he offered. Nott’s hand twitched as her face fell slightly.

“Are you ok Caleb? You seem little off this morning,” she said, concern bleeding through her voice. Caleb gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Ja, I’m ok Nott. Just a bit of a headache but I’ll be fine,” he replied, pushing the plate at her.

“Are you sure. You didn’t eat much. If you’re not feeling well we don’t have to leave yet,” she said in a rush.

“Nein, we don’t have to do that. I’ll be ok. Don’t worry Nott. It’s not that bad. I’ll eat more later,” he hastily tried to reassure her. She looked slightly sceptical but accepted it by wolfing down what remained of Caleb’s meal.

“I’m sorry Mr Caleb. I just put out the fire. But if you want I can relight it and make you some tea that will help,” Caduceus interjected quietly. Caleb flushed, regretting that he even opened his mouth in the first place.

“That’s really not necessary, I’m fine. It’s not that bad really. I’ll be fine in an hour or so,” Caleb replied, preparing to make a hasty retreat from this conversation. Caduceus didn’t say anything else as he eyed the wizard up and down, noting the slightly too pale skin and slight rasp in his voice.

“Alright then,” he replied.

xxx

It was a disgustingly beautiful day. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, and Caleb was really regretting getting out of his bedroll that morning. What had started as a bit of a headache and faint nausea was morphing as the day dragged on into a blinding headache, a dry sore throat, and a faint general achiness. The sun was bright but it wasn’t warm, the wind was cold, and no matter what he did Caleb could not get warm. Which was a direct contrast to his head which felt like it was on fire. He had never been more grateful for the cart. He didn’t even want to imagine how miserable having to walk, or even ride, would be.

Nott was sitting in the front of the cart with Caduceus while Jester and Fjord were riding the horses. That only left Beau in the cart with him. He was doing his best to ignore both her and his headache by attempting to read, with only the occasional jolt of the cart distracting him. The morning was dragging by agonisingly slowly. Despite his best hopes his headache had not abated at all and focusing on his books was getting hard. The dry ache in his throat was periodically irritating him.

“What’s up with you?” Beau broke the silence after a few hours of travelling. He looked up to find her staring at him intently.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Why,” his answered her, his voice was rougher then he wanted it to be. Beau lifted an eyebrow at that.

“Ok,” she replied. “Do you want some water or something? You clearing your throat is starting to get real annoying.”

“Ah,” he replied. He couldn’t deny that one. “I’m good. I have a water skin here thanks Beau.”

“Well maybe you should drink it or something,” she replied.

He grunted in response before pointedly taking a drink and returning to silence. He returned to his reading for a few more minutes before giving up on being productive. Putting his book away with a small shiver he snapped his fingers and called Frumpkin to him. Frumpkin mewled at him as he jumped up onto his lap, kneading at him before curling up. Focusing on patting Frumpkin he briefly allowed himself to feel terrible. His head was pounding, the thought of talking was unbearable, he was shaking slightly and he was weirdly cold.

He probably had a fever. Nothing too bad he thought, but it was the easiest explanation for the brand of bad he felt. It was enough to make him feel terrible, but not enough for him to ask either of his friends for healing. It wasn’t bad enough to ask them to use up a spell slot they might desperately need later on. Not on him. Not for this.

The cart seemed to be jolting more than usual now, sending pulses of pain through his head.

“You know, you can just take a nap or something,” Beau spoke up again, after restraining herself for an impressive five minutes and 25 seconds. Caleb blinked and looked over at her, absentmindedly continue to pat Frumpkin.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know man. You kind of look like shit and it’s bumming me out,” she continued, floundering out of her depth.

Caleb didn’t look her in the eye. “I’m ok Beauregard, your concern is touching though. This isn’t anything I can’t handle,” he replied, his voice still rough. Beau’s eye twitched.

“Whatever dude. Just trying to be nice,” she replied gruffly.

Caleb hands traced over his books as he contemplated studying them again. His hands were shaking, along with the rest of him, which did not help his head at all. A pillow landing on his lap on top of Frumpkin (who jumped off his lap to glare at Beau) startled him out of his thoughts. Beau was rummaging around their packs and pulling out a couple of bedrolls. She didn’t say anything as she threw them at him too with a glare. Also without saying a word, and with a badly suppressed shiver, Caleb unrolled the bedroll Beau had thrown at him. Whatever faults he had pride was not one of them and a blanket would do wonders to stop the cold wind biting him. His friends already thought he was squishy anyway, and if they didn’t mind the cold then that was on them.

Getting as comfortable as he could in the now padded corner of the cart Caleb dosed for a while, initially aware of the time passing and never falling fully asleep. Frumpkin quickly stopped glaring at Beau and came up to curl by his side. Caleb could have sworn he didn’t actually fall asleep but one moment he knew it was around 1 o’clock, and the next Frumpkin had moved up to cuddle into his arms and it was definitely much later in the afternoon. He did not feel much better, his head still pounding and his throat much worse. Between Frumpkin in his arms and the blanket on top of him he felt that he should be much warmer, but he still felt vaguely chilled. His head was hot and it was clear his fever had not broken. The cart felt like it was still moving underneath him and he could sense that there were more people in the back of the cart then before. It felt like Nott was sitting at his feet, the small goblin girl was easy for him to recognise. And his other companions were not usually the most quiet or subtle.

“Ohhh, that’s so cute,” Jester squealed in what she thought was a quiet voice. She must have just jumped onto the back of the cart, delighted by the scene of the sleeping wizard cuddling his cat before her. “Frumpkin you are such a good cat.”

Caleb was immediately grateful that Frumpkin paid Jester no attention and so didn’t encourage her, not moving while curled up in his arms. He didn’t feel like opening his eyes yet, hoping that Jester and whoever else was back here would leave him alone.

“Isn’t Frumpkin cute Nott?” she whispered loudly. Nott grunted in response but was much more respectfully quiet.

Jester shuffled next to him, putting her hand on his forehead. Usually Jester ran warmer than he did, as Tieflings often did. But her hand was neither warm nor cool to him, which confirmed the fever he thought he had.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Beau was not wrong he is warm. Well not warm to me but usually you’re all cooler and he’s not cool to me right now so he must be warm. Poor Cayleb! He mustn’t be feeling well,” she rambled as she retracted her hand.

“I thought something was wrong this morning but he said he was ok. He’s usually right so I thought he’d be ok,” Nott replied sadly. Caleb frowned at that.

“Caleb, are you awake? Cause if you are and you’re not feeling any better I’m going to try to heal you ok?” Jester said in her lilting voice, shaking his shoulder gently. Caleb opened his eyes to acknowledge her.

“Ja, I’m awake,” he croaked out, his voice evidently had deteriorated in the few hours since his conversation with Beau.

“Ooh Caleb, you don’t sound so good,” Jester cried as he sat up. “You don’t look so good either.”

Caleb frowned, wanting to deny it but it was getting harder to do so. Sitting up he looked around the cart, Nott was indeed sitting at his feet, with Caduceus sitting on the other side quietly observing. Beau had left the back of the cart and only Fjord was at the front of the cart. Jester was kneeling next to him, her Traveller symbol ready in her hand.

“Ja, but I’ll be ok Jester,” he replied as an attempt at a protest. Frumpkin shot him a look and jumped onto his lap. Jester frowned at his response.

“Don’t be silly Caleb,” she said as she started to concentrate on her healing spell. “I’m going try to heal you now ok.” It was not a question as her hands started glowing their customary green. The wave of healing magic that went through him felt good for half a second, but did nothing to help.

“How do you feel now Caleb?” she glanced over him, frowning a little as she took in his still pale face and the slight tremors going through his shoulders and hands. He didn’t get a chance to reassure her. “Oh, that didn’t work did it?”

“Nein,” he agreed, rubbing his head.

“Is there anything we can help you with Mr Caleb?” Caduceus spoke up. “Healing may not work but I’m sure I have some herbs here that might,” he started rummaging through his bag. “You have a fever, headache. Is there anything else?” he asked with his low calming voice, shooting him a pointed look.

“My throats a little sore,” Caleb admitted hoarsely. Caduceus hummed in response.

“Ok. I have something that can help with that,” he said as he got off the cart. Looking down Caleb finally noticed that the cart was still and there was the remanets of a meal around a small cook fire that Caduceus was heading towards.

Nott climbed up next to him and didn’t say anything as she settled beside him. Caleb looked back down at Frumpkin and zoned out for a moment.

“Here, drink this. It might not taste too nice but it will definitely help,” Caduceus came back up to the cart, holding out a mug. Next to him Nott rubbed his shoulder to get his attention. With a sigh Caleb took it and started to drink it. It wasn’t the most awful taste in the world, but it also wasn’t the most pleasant. It was warm and soothing at least, and he had nothing to lose by drinking it. Caduceus smiled at him as he started drinking and went back to clean up the fire.

“Are you alright to continue Caleb?” Nott asked, obviously concerned.

“Ja, ja. You didn’t need to stop on my behalf,” he replied.

“Ok. Well we should be too far from the next town anyway. So you can go back to sleep if you really want,” she said. Taking the mug back from him as he finished it. Caleb nodded and curled back up under the blanket with Frumpkin, whatever medicinal herbs Caduceus had put in starting to take effect.

xxx

He had never been more grateful to see a tavern in his life. The rest of the afternoon had passed in a haze of half dosing and an acute awareness of everything that hurt. The sun was just setting as they passed through the gates of the small town. Nott had remained next to him for the rest of the afternoon with Jester, who was trying to be comforting by dramatically reading Tusk Love out loud. She was quiet enough that he could tune her out in intervals.

He didn’t pay much attention as Beau and Fjord asked a couple of passer-by’s where the nearest and/or best inns were. The town was small enough that it only took a few minutes to get to the place that had been pointed out. Once the cart came to a stop Caleb opened his eyes and sat up. Nott gave him a toothy, reassuring smile.

“We’re here Caleb,” she said, pointing to the inn to the left of them.

Caduceus was at the edge of the cart and was offering a hand to help Caleb off the cart.

“You really need to eat something Mr Caleb. I’m sure you’d rather continue sleeping but you’ll be better for it I promise,” Caduceus said as he put a gentle hand on Caleb’s shoulder, to lead him into the tavern like he was seeing through Frumpkin’s eyes. Caduceus frowned at the irregular trembling he could feel off the uncomfortably warm shoulder beneath him.

“Ja, ok,” Caleb mumbled, allowing himself to be lead inside.

He was hoping that the interior of the building would offer a warm relief but while it was a bit warmer inside it wasn’t the wave of warmth he’d been hoping for. Caduceus steered him towards a table by the fire as Beau and Nott headed over to the bar.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling sick Caleb and I’m sorry we couldn’t heal you,” Jester said as she slid onto the bench on his other side. “But I’m sure you’ll feel real better real soon.” Caleb nodded, not wanting to speak anymore then he had to.

Caleb allowed the chatter of the rest of the Nein to wash over him as they joined them at the table. Nott periodically tried to get him to eat some stew once their meal arrived, with less and less success. His shivers were getting stronger despite his proximity to the fire. His head was still aching, his thoughts were getting hazier, and his entire body was starting to ache and throb. He hadn’t been feeling well all day, but sitting in the tavern he started to feel worse by the minute. He lost the thread of conversation as he stared at the pattern on the table. His eyes feverishly following the swirls and stains in the wood. Fatigue was crashing down on him and although he’d spent most of the day napping in the cart the need to lie down again was slowly becoming more and more overwhelming. He couldn’t pin point the exact moment it happened but he eventually realised that he felt beyond awful and that his temperature had probably risen.

Next to him Jester shifted and for the second time that day he felt her hand on his forehead. It was cool against the fire in his head and something about that seemed wrong to him. She hissed at the heat she found under her hand, not use to her companions being warmer than her.

“Cayleb, are you ok? You feel really warm now,” she said quietly. The chatter around the table faded. Caleb continued tracing the patterns with his eyes, but gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

“Caleb?” Nott asked hesitantly from his other side.

He turned to look at her, his vision tunnelling around her.

“I. I think I just need to lie down. I don’t feel so good,” Caleb muttered.

“Oh. Well we have a few rooms for tonight. We can take you upstairs that’s no problem,” Jester said as she slipped off the bench. She helped steady him as he stumbled to his feet with Nott beside him. He didn’t hear Caduceus mutter something about finding some hot water for tea or Fjord and Beau awkwardly telling him to feel better. He could barely focus on Jester leading him to the stairs and up to the second floor.

The rooms were small but comfortable. There were two beds with a nightstand between them. On one side was a small chair and a dressing table, and a chest of drawers next to the door. Someone had already bought their stuff off the cart and into the room. Caleb ignored all of this as he collapsed onto the nearest bed. Nott prodded him to sit up to help him take off his coat and shoes. The shoes he didn’t resist but gave a stronger shiver when she tried to pry the coat off him.

“Caleb, you’ll be more comfortable without all this on,” she said tugging gently on his coat again.

“Es ist kalt, cold Nott,” he mumbled half in Zemnian.

“There’s another blanket here if you want it Cayleb,” Jester said as she went to the other bed and started stripping it. Too tired to fight her anymore Caleb allowed Nott to remove his coat and book holster.

“I’ll put these right here, ok Caleb” she said as she put the books on the nightstand next to the bed, making sure they were in his line of sight. Jester threw the spare blanket on top of him and Frumpkin jumped up next to him again. He meowed at him before curling up at his side.

Caduceus quietly entered the room at some point, holding a steaming mug of tea.

“Hello Mr Caleb, can you drink this for me before going to sleep?” he asked gently.

Jester and Caduceus had left him and Nott to their own devices not long after Caleb managed to choke down half of the mug of tea. Nott had settled onto the other bed to keep an eye on him, and Caleb fell asleep within seconds of lying down again.

xxx

The night was dark and quiet. Caleb jolted awake, unsure of how long he’d been asleep. Glancing around the room he could see that Nott still had the lamp on, which was confusing since it had to be early in the morning.

“Was. Wie spät ist es,” he mumbled, looking around the room. Nott was by his side in a moment.

“Caleb? Are you ok?” she asked, putting a hand to his forehead. He blinked at her. “You’re still really warm,” she added, obviously concerned.

“Wie,” he cleared his throat and switched back to Common. “How long have I been asleep?” he asked, voice rough and broken. It felt like an eternity since he’d fallen asleep, but the fever was messing with his impeccable perception of time.

“It’s only been a couple of hours at most Caleb,” she said gently. “Are you feeling any better?”

He blinked back at her. That didn’t seem right.

When he didn’t respond she grabbed the glass of water Caduceus had left on the bedside table and wordlessly offered it to him. He blinked at her once more and took a drink.

“I don’t feel so good Nott,” he answered at last, still shivering slightly. She hummed indistinctly at that as he closed his eyes and huddled back down in the bed.

Nott turned the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Caleb relaxed marginally with the increased darkness easing his headache. Nott climbed up onto the bed and sat next to Caleb leaning against the headboard on the side Frumpkin was not. Caleb muttered something indistinct in Zemnian as she settled next to him.

“It’s alright Caleb, go back to sleep,” she said, patting his head slowly. Under her hand Caleb relaxed marginally again, the coolness of her small hand providing some relief. Once again Caleb fell asleep.

#critical role #fanfic #whumptober 2019 #no.1 #shaky hands #altno.3 #fever #Caleb Widogast #Look at me writing again #Beau is the best bro #Nott is the best Mum #Jester is trying #Frumpkin is the best

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The Many lives of Drake Walker

4 Revisiting Lythikos

In which we pay Olivia a visit and Drake has a hard time...

DRAKE’S POV

It felt good to relax by the fire and make smores with my new companion, and repay her for her kindness by bringing Liam in, let her experience a little of the magic she had written for herself. I was cautious of going too far with her – after all, in her world she was in a long term relationship and I didn't want to disturb it. It wasn’t the same as the original romance story and my conflict with Liam, as I’d never meet the other man and had no connection to him, but still felt it was best to tread carefully.

It was fun playing with the melted chocolate, and in my mind we went much further. I was disappointed when Les started to fade out. As her parting shot she brought Lucy into the mix. It was good to see her again, but now there was something missing. She was like Les, but somehow empty, like the puppet she was. Liam was more than pleased to see her, but when they suggested going inside to the bedroom, it didn’t appeal to me and I told them to go alone. Liam told Lucy to go and wait for him, and turned to me when she was gone

‘Hey, what’s the matter? You’re usually so enthusiastic’ he said with concern ‘Are you okay?’ I sat looking at the fire, elbows propped on my knees and wishing Les had conjured up a hip flask. All I had to do was go into the study, but I didn’t feel like moving away from the warm spot where she had been sitting.

‘Oh it’s okay Li, you just go enjoy yourselves, I’m just – adjusting to having someone new’ I replied. Liam stood – he knew better than to poke a sleeping bear and backed off.

‘Well okay, but if you change your mind, you know where we are. This place should probably last until you see her next, right?’ I gave him a dismissive wave and he disappeared. I thought about what I was, and what she was, and how she affected my world.

I was real and solid enough in this place, as I’d been ‘played’ or played with many times. Each time someone read about me or wrote about me I became more solid, more real. It was different for Liam as his appearance and name could change so he was more mercurial. Out of all the characters in our story, I was probably the most developed and ‘real’, whatever that was. I had my own ideas about what I wanted and what I was – Liam was next most popular, but he was a little changeable. Riley was there most of the time, but again her appearance was much more changeable and she had many other names. Bastien was becoming more established, and Max and Olivia were strong characters too.

Les was not the first companion, I had been honest about that. All my previous friends – I thought of them as ‘analogue’ rather than my digital existence – had been perfectly pleasant, but at some point or another we had parted ways - sometimes because of other commitments, but sometimes we grew apart, much like analogue relationships, as far as I could work out. Once or twice I had clashed with my partner, but we’d always managed to keep things civil and gone our separate ways. This seemed to be going well so far – but then so had all the others and it was early days yet. Les seemed gentle and humorous and considerate. I felt a little bad for not taking advantage of her gift of bringing Lucy back.

The place where Les had sat was cold now, and I reached out to take the stick she had been using to toast marshmallows, turning it over in my hand. I wondered what it was like in her world, what the differences were. More solidity, it seemed, more reliability. Where I existed sometimes places faded out or disappeared, and sometimes they came back and sometimes not. Other characters varied in their solidity and appearance. It would be nice to live somewhere where places and people were constant, I thought.

I put down the stick and decided to live in the here and now. Liam and Lucy were inside in the master bedroom, and I got up to go and join them.

My POV

The next day it was the weekend, and I went out for the day with my partner, returning for our evening meal, just having pizza from the freezer. It was a little later by the time I opened up the fic I’d been writing, but no sooner had I done so than I heard the knocking sound I’d heard the first time I’d met Drake. I minimised my writing and saw him break into a smile.

‘Hey’ he said ‘I’ve been waiting’

‘I’m sorry, I only just opened it up, I’ve been out today.’ I explained. He looked a little crestfallen ‘I’m sorry, we went on the spur of the moment, otherwise I’d have told you’

‘It’s okay, if you’re tired, we can leave it’ he smiled but was obviously disappointed.

‘No, it’s fine, really. Did you – did you have a good time with Lucy and Liam?’ He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me through his eyelashes.

‘Kind of. It wasn’t the same – but I made do’

‘Not the same?’ I asked

If you come here, I’ll explain’ He replied. He looked subdued, not as lively and happy as I’d seen him so far. My heart went out to him, and I put my hand to the screen again. We were back by the firepit which was now cold, and the light was fast going. He stood to greet me, kissing me on the cheek.

‘What’s up Drake? You’re not your usual self’ He made a face ‘Where would you like to go? We could relight the fire or go somewhere else’

‘How about the lodge at Lythikos? We could have a log fire burning and hot chocolate – and whiskey’

‘Sure, and I’ll make sure we’re alone’ I smiled, and closed my eyes to bring it into being. We stood in front of a roaring fire, a tray of hot chocolate and spiced cookies on a low table to the side. Drake looked over and groaned.

‘Hell, you remembered the heart shaped marshmallows’ I linked arms with him.

‘You sounded like you need something sweet and fluffy’ He smiled at me shyly

‘Are you talking about the marshmallows, or you?’ he replied, and kissed me on the cheek.

‘Well, so far you’ve greeted me with a big smile, but not today - what gives?’

‘You’re too good to me – leaving Lucy with us was a nice touch, but it made me realise that she’s – lacking a little’ he sighed ‘She’s kind of empty, like a lot of characters around here. You’re so much more solid – I guess I missed you, Les. It happens sometimes with my companion, but more so this time’

‘So what do you want to do?’ I asked. He rubbed his chin.

‘I think we just need to get used to each other, take it slow. We should maybe avoid the steamy fics for now – or indefinitely. We can’t force things’ He smiled apologetically.

‘Okay, fine by me’ I said ‘How about letting the scene here run? Can you handle Olivia being mean?’ Drake cocked his head as if he was listening to something.

‘Actually, someone’s about to read it’ he said ‘You can watch as a guest. All you have to do is invite Olivia in, and everyone else will follow’

‘Oh, that sounds exciting’ I said, and closed my eyes. I heard the gentle buzz of conversation and when I opened them the room was full of people. Over by the window seat the familiar figures of Maxwell, Hana and Riley appeared, and Drake gave me a last glance as he went off to join them. I jumped as I felt a hand on my elbow, and turned to see Olivia

‘Well well, we meet at last. I’m told you’re Drake’s new companion – Lesley isn’t it?’ I gulped

‘Yes, that’s me’ I replied, trying to sound confident. Liam appeared beside her and took my hand to give it a brief kiss.

‘Good evening Les’ he smiled ‘Thankyou so much for lending Lucy last night. Drake was a little reluctant to join in, but he did eventually.’ Olivia snorted

‘Oh you and your prefect threesome’ she looked at me ‘No offence Lesley, I think the threesome I’m in is much more realistic, even if it is full of angst. So much more scope for acting’

‘Acting?’ I asked, bemused, then Olivia raised her voice

‘Oh Liam, you’re so funny’ she said, so everyone could hear, and indeed all turned toward her as she laughed exaggeratedly. She gave me a sharp toothed grin ‘That’s my cue to go and taunt Drake’ she said ‘Keep an eye on Riley and see what she does – not everyone follows Drake out into the snow, and sometimes he gets forgetful and stays out too long’ She sashayed over to the group by the fire, and I watched from a distance, Liam standing beside me.

‘She loves these scenes’ he said ‘Look at her perform, that doesn’t come across in the game’ Olivia was a physical performer, and her every move was calculated to match her lines. I saw her toss her head, saw Drake growing angry and wondered how much of it was acting for him. He turned and walked out into the night, but Riley didn’t react. I realised she wasn’t wearing the warm coat that was needed for the scene as Olivia walked back to us, to take Liam’s elbow.

‘Looks like lover boy isn’t going to get retrieved this time Lesley, why don’t you go out and make sure he doesn’t forget who he is’ she said archly.

‘It’s a shame the player didn’t choose the outfit’ I said ‘I did first time round – that was one of my favourite scenes’

‘Indeed, that’s usually the crunch point for the players that choose Drake’ added Liam ‘You’d better go out, he does have a tendency to get morose when he plays this part.’ I closed my eyes to conjure up a warm coat and followed Drake out into the night. I crunched through the snow, the light from the Lodge falling across the drifts in the dark night. I followed his footprints and found him in a clearing staring off into the distance.

‘Drake’ I called, and his head snapped round

‘Who is it?’ He sounded annoyed, and I stepped forward.

‘It’s only me, Drake. Riley didn’t have the coat to come out and talk to you’

‘Huh, how did I miss that?’ he said absently. ‘I – it’s hard to keep track of things without an anchor.’ I stepped forward and took his arm.

‘I’m here Drake, hold on to me’ He sighed and I felt him relax.

‘This part is a pivot point for me’ he said ‘With this player, maybe she’ll go for Liam – or maybe she’ll replay and come out to find me, who knows.’ He squeezed my hand on his arm in toward his body. ‘But I know I can rely on you Les, thanks for being here’

‘So you’re not entirely free’ I smiled ‘You still get pulled into the stories’ He shrugged

‘It’s complicated. It depends on which of us – of me – is available. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time - or the right place, I never know how it;s going ot play out’

‘did you – did you feel annoyed by Olivia?’ I asked. He shook his head.

‘Nah, she’s a bit of a lovey when it comes to acting – she’s got a strong part so she overacts – it doesn’t come across on the app. It’s weird, makes me feel disorientated because I’ve gone over the scene so many times.’ He smiled ‘But the good thing is we get to enjoy this scene together – and totally off script too’ He pushed me over so I lay flat on the snow looking up as the meteor shower started. He sighed ‘This never gets old – and I’m so glad not to be telling you about my missing sister’ He turned to me and smiled warmly.

‘It’s a lovely scene. I remember the first time I read it – it was when I started falling for your character, I wasn’t really into buying clothes, but I did that time’ I told him.

‘I’m so pleased you did. I wonder if it was me you played it with, or someone else.’

‘I suppose we’ll never know’ The edge of cloud started to blow over, and Drake got up, holding his hand out for me to follow. ‘Can we add something – the scene in Olivia’s wine cellar is coming up and the reader may choose to play it this time. I don’t want to miss the opportunity’

‘Let me guess.’ I said – ‘A kiss?’

‘While we can’ he grinned, and leaned in to me, his lips touching mine softly. The kiss deepened and our bodies melted together – literally, as I felt Drake becoming insubstantial. He pulled away, and I saw him fading ‘Dammit - looks like I’m off to the wine cellar. Maybe see you after? Or next time…’ his voice faded and he disappeared leaving me alone out in the snow, which was falling faster. I trudged back into the Lodge, the snow crunching and squeaking under my boots.

Inside the lounge, Olivia and Liam were sitting by the fire drinking. Liam saw me first.

‘Welcome back Les, where’s Drake? you didn’t leave him out there did you?’ he asked, and I shook my head.

‘No, he got pulled back to the Wine Cellar’

‘Oh crap’ said Olivia ‘That means we have to watch out if she takes the other options – Hana’s dancing lesson or Liam’s hot tub. Hana will be cross, she’s gone to the hot tub with Max.’

‘Language Olivia’ scolded Liam. ‘We have a guest’ Olivia rolled her eyes

‘I’m sure she’s heard worse’ she retorted ‘you’re a bit older than most of the players aren’t you, Lesley?’

‘Now I have to stop you there’ scolded Liam ‘It’s not polite to mention a ladies’ age either’ He took my hand and kissed it ‘You’re as young as you feel – and Les here feels just fine to me’ and he winked.

‘Oh for goodness sake’ spat Olivia ‘Les honey, he’s just hoping that if the reader doesn’t choose the hot tub, he can lure you up there. He’s such a sleaze’ Liam looked wounded.

‘Excuse me, Les and I have already encountered each other, and I know how she feels about me. Don’t forget…’

‘Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed’ Olivia said in a singsong voice. She moved over to me and caught at my arm ‘You should come and play our threesome for a bit of variety’ I was a bit taken aback at Olivia’s forthright manner, but not surprised – it was different first hand.

‘I - I’ll go and take a peek and see what’s afoot – I think…’ I closed my eyes and Liam gasped

‘Les – where did you go?’ he cried, and I chuckled

‘Apparently I can be invisible’ I laughed, and Liam put his hand to his chest

‘That – was really alarming, Les – but it may prove to be useful. Give us the heads up if you can’. I walked quietly out into the hallway and listened in at the door to the wine cellar. I just heard a low mumble and some laughter, then the door at the bottom of the stairs open, and Riley came up into the hallway. I saw her pause, and make her way up the stairs. I craned my neck to see where she’d gone and crept back to the lounge and reappeared.

‘She’s gone upstairs to her room, it’s safe’ I said ‘I’ll go back and see Drake.’ Liam stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder

‘Take care, he gets a little disorientated when he’s played a scene. If you like all four of us could go up to the hot tub as Riley’s not going there’

‘Not a bad idea, it could be like the scene I did with Charlotte – but without Drake losing his cool’

‘Let’s hope so’ said Liam grimly. Giving him a quizzical look, I went out into the hallway and down to the wine cellar. Drake was nursing a glass of whiskey.

‘Hey’ I said softly ‘She’s gone – Liam said we could go use the hot tub’ Drake eyed me through his glass, obviously a little the worse for wear

‘Why won’t they leave me alone?’ he said drunkenly ‘All I want is a quiet life – not getting pulled around like this all the time’ he waved his glass at me, and I gently took it from him

‘I think you’ve had enough of this’ I said. He squinted at me

‘Maybe, maybe not. You’re not the boss of me’

‘Okay, reality check. Do you know who I am?’ Drake leaned back unsteadily and opened his eyes wide. He swayed uncertainly and breathed out whisky fumes.

‘Do I – do I know who you are? Well, you’re obviously twins – neat trick, both talking at once’

‘Drake, there’s only one of me – and you need to sober up’ I said acidly, and put his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist. ‘Just come with me’ Unsteadily I walked him up the stairs, closing my eyes for a second to make him a little lighter. He giggled

‘Hey Les, you should be a magician. I’m floating…’

‘Just as well, you were a dead weight just now. Come on, use your legs, you’ll sober up quicker’ He made an effort to walk, and we stumbled a little, leaning on the wall. Liam came down the steps to meet us.

‘Here Les, let me’ he leaned into Drake, taking his weight in a fireman’s lift and making his way back up the stairs, with Drake protesting all the way.

‘Let me down Li – it’s not dignified’ he shouted

‘Neither is being drunk’ retorted Liam ‘Especially when we have a guest - and a companion to boot.’ Drake’s tone changed

‘I’m sorry Les’ he hiccupped. ‘I just – the bottle was there – and the glass – and I – dammit, I’m sorry’ Liam walked though the lounge to the French doors that opened out onto the decking outside, opening them wide. Olivia watched, and ran to close them to keep the heat inside.

‘What’s Liam doing? I asked, and she grinned

‘Sobering him up. A couple of minutes out in the snow will clear his head’

‘Ouch that’s brutal’ I said sadly. Olivia shrugged

‘He always does this when he gets to that scene unless we get to him and stop him from drinking too much. Believe me, it’s the best way’ I decided to leave Liam to his remedy, and eventually they reappeared, closing the doors behind them. Drake looked shamefaced.

‘I’m sorry Les, it’s difficult to stop drinking in that scene – and you know – I was kissing you when I was called. I was annoyed’

‘It was a little disappointing I must admit.’ I replied ‘I don’t know how much longer I’ve got, did you want to go up to the hot tub? Hana and Maxwell are already there, and Liam and Olivia invited us.’ Drake rubbed the back of his neck.

‘If you don’t mind, I’d just like to spend the time we’ve got left together – is that selfish? I promise you can meet up with the others next time.’

‘Well Olivia – I think we just got our marching orders’ said Liam ‘Let’s leave these two together’ I turned to Drake.

‘Shall we just sit by the fire?’ I suggested. He smiled and nodded.

‘I don’t know why I feel so exhausted’ he said ‘I don’t feel like socialising, just being quiet’

‘That’s easy Drake, you’re an introvert’ I explained ‘Other people tire you out, you need time alone to recharge your batteries. You’ve spent a fair time with other people this time’ He made a face and nodded.

‘You know, you’re exactly right. I’d never thought of it that way. No wonder I hate the balls and tea parties’

‘Maybe the concept hasn’t reached this place yet. Extroverts thrive on other people and hate to be alone – I guess Max would fit into that category’ He rolled his eyes

‘And how. That’s very interesting.’ He went over to the couch and stretched out. ‘Come lie next to me and we can chat – and if I fall asleep and you go back, I won’t fall off’ he grinned. I sat next to him and arranged myself so I lay against him and he draped his arm over me. I could feel his heart beat and when he talked I could feel it in my chest.

We spoke quietly, and I told him a little of my life you know all about mine he said ruefully, but he still found some off screen anecdotes that made me laugh, and fragments of memories that other writers had given him about when he and Liam were younger and he had taken as his own. As I talked I heard his breathing slow and his heart beat steady, his arm growing heavy. I shifted a little to make sure he wouldn’t be disturbed when I left. I relished his body heat and musky scent. He started to snore quietly, and I tried not to laugh as I felt the gentle tug that took me back to my world.

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George x reader / Studying

Request: Hi! Can I ask for oneshot with George and female reader studying together and due to fact that he is older than her he helps her with things she doesnt understand. He has huge crush on her so she is watching her and admiring her while she tries to remember all the stuff she learns. And in the end he couldnt help himself and kiss her when she is extremaly focused on repeating spells. Thank you in advance! (From anon)

A/n: Another request fulfilled! Thank you so much for requesting anon, I hope this fic is okay. I’m trying to space out my writing so I can plan more carefully and so I’m not writing late at night 😊 I just want to thank @rochelle-the-ravenclaw for being so sweet and caring, honestly thank you lovely it was really nice of you <3 So for this fic reader is one year below the twins and is very stressful with exams (because that’s exactly what I’m like). Just cute, quick fluff 😊 Feedback encouraged, Requests still open and most of all enjoy! (Honestly couldn’t think of a better title)

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Swearing

“UGhhhhh!”

George looked up in time to see a book spiralling towards his head, he dodged it quickly before looking at where it had come from. And there he saw Y/n, sitting alone at the back of the common room looking close to ripping her hair out.

Y/n was Fred and George’s best friend, although in the year below them, she had so much fire and mischief in her that the three of them had quickly formed a bond after she had pranked their younger brother in her second year. Ron’s neon green hair didn’t turn back to red until a month later. Something which the three of them still tease him about.

Y/n was usually a rather happy person but she always strove for perfection. That’s why when it was exam season, it was probably best to stay at least 5 feet away from her at all times lest you be hit by a book or two. Fred got poked with a pencil once after he’d made jokes about her being boring and studying all the time.

Fred gave one look to her and shook his head, immediately seeking cover in his dorm room. George however, couldn’t stand to see his best friend this way. “Hey Y/n.” He tentatively stepped closer as her head shot up to meet his eyes. Her own were red and looked tired.

“What?!” She snapped before looking guilty at George’s taken aback look and sinking her head into her hands with a groan. “Ugh, I’m sorry Georgie. I just- fucking. Hate. Exams.” Y/n emphasised the last three words with the sound of ripping paper as she tore up her notes. George’s hand closed over her own to stop her.

“Hey.” He immediately fixed the notes and Y/n looked partially relieved as she realised what she had been doing. “Maybe you should go get some sleep, I can help you tomorrow if you want?” Y/n scoffed a laugh loudly prompting some stares.

“Sleep?! What good is sleep going to do? Every hour I sleep is an hour wasted from studying.” She pointed her finger, almost as if to prove she was right. George nodded knowing arguing was pointless. “Plus, you help me? You don’t even study for your own exams.” She scribbled some more notes with intense concentration missing George’s hurt look. Her eyes were straining from being kept open so George did what any good friend would do in that moment.

She didn’t even notice as he walked behind her chair and breathed a heavy sigh which meant ‘I’m sorry but this is the only way.’ He raised her up under the armpits. Unfortunately, it did nothing more than tickle her as she swatted his hand away with a poorly stifled giggle but it did get her up out of her seat. Y/n went back to glaring at him for the distraction and he just smirked.

“George whatever you’re doing or planning on doing – please don’t.” Her words were sharp and warning but since when did George ever listen to anyone? He lifted her by the waist, up over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Y/n immediately began to protest and hit his back with her fists, everyone in the common room had turned to watch but George paid no attention as he carried Y/n up the stairs to the 5th year girl’s dormitory only stopping when he reached her bed.

She glared harder at him as she laid down on her bed but it wasn’t long before the comfort of her bed took over her senses and she was dozing slowly off into sleep. George smirked and dusted off his hands before going downstairs to learn some of her material so he could help her study.

Normally, George wouldn’t have put extra effort into relearning things he didn’t need to know anymore but Y/n was worth it. He also felt he needed to prove to her that he was more than just a jokester, if that’s all she saw him as then there would be no hope of finally getting her to go out with him.

See, George had recently realised that he had a rather large crush on Y/n. He didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it, he was constantly talking about her (as Fred would point out) and if it wasn’t that he would think about her. In the common room, his eyes always managed to drift to where Y/n would be and when he was playing quidditch he’d always look for her face in the stands, he’d also always wait for her to come and congratulate him with a hug, his heart pounding as she did so and him wanting nothing more than to kiss her. Of course, Fred knew before he did and it seemed many others had figured it out, all except Y/n that was.

The next morning at breakfast he sat with her as she ate, she was once again hunched over a textbook reading intently. He noticed it was defence against the dark arts and smirked. “What spell would you use to block an attacking spell?” Y/n’s head shot up with a quizzical look on her face.

“Protego.” She answered slowly but without hesitation, still heavily confused as George nodded.

“Okay, what-?” George was happily continuing before Y/n cut him off.

“George, what are you doing?”

“I’m helping you study.” His answer was so simple and quick that Y/n felt taken off guard. No one ever offered her help because she typically turned into something of a Godzilla with exams but as she looked at George’s smiling face, she couldn’t help but feel the complete opposite to Godzilla. She smiled back and George took it as a good sign to continue.

They spent the entirety of breakfast sitting and studying. George noticed that Y/n was smiling through every question and he knew how hard it was for her this time of the year with the pressure from her parents and the professors. He was glad that him and Fred had never felt that and that gave him an idea.

“Hey how about we take a break and then later on I’ll teach you my techniques for spells.” Y/n looked hesitant at his suggestion but after he winked at her with that godforsaken smirk, how could she say no? Plus, she could do with a break, then again if she had known that the ‘break’ entailed a prank she wouldn’t have even hesitated to say yes.

Her and George panted as they ran away from the ‘scene of the crime’. “That was bloody brilliant!” George’s voice sounded amazed that they had just pulled that off. They had turned the floor outside of the Slytherin common room into fake lava that was actually just orange jelly. Y/n laughed along and agreed, thankful for the distraction but knowing she had to get back to work. George began to follow her up to the common room just as an angry Slytherin yelled from the dungeons. Y/n took a hold of George’s hand and started running away from the yells.

As soon as they were far enough away they stopped, panting heavy breaths which soon turned into laughter. George thought that Y/n might have let go of his hand but to his amazement (and joy) she didn’t, if anything she held on tighter as they walked back to the common room.

They sat cosily by the fire and Y/n pulled out her book of spells to practice the movements for each one. George tried to remember the way it had worked for him – DADA was the only class he truly enjoyed and did well in. She started moving her wand but the movement of the wrist was wrong, George didn’t even think as he adjusted the height of her arm and moved her wrist around to carry the action properly. That was until the realisation hit him that he was touching her and that they were sitting rather close so he pulled back, hoping to Godric he wasn’t blushing too much as he felt the heat on his cheeks. He couldn’t see Y/n’s disappointment at the loss of contact or her own blushing cheeks.

She turned to the fireplace and began practising Incedio and Aquamenti with heavy concentration. George couldn’t help looking at her, watching as her tongue darted out to trace her lips as her eyes narrowed in on the fire or the way she smiled when the spell worked. He knew his unmistakable blush was there now, probably redder than his own hair. He also knew his smile was wide and that he couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her any longer so when she turned to him, excited at successfully relighting the roaring fire, he quickly closed the gap without a second thought.

He heard a little gasp of surprise as his lips crashed to hers. He started to become unsure in his action before he felt Y/n’s lips move gently back against his own and holy shit, she was kissing him back. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders as his rested on her hips. They both pulled back slowly after a few moments of perfect synchrony, both needing air. Their faces were equally as unsure before they opened their eyes, saw each other and smiled widely, taking in what had just happened between them both.

George leaned forward to rest his head to hers as he chased the taste of her lips. He pecked them again and Y/n giggled, it was the cutest thing he’d ever heard in his life. And then suddenly Y/n was biting her lip with her smile and he just wanted to kiss her until sunrise.

“What was that for?” Y/n asked coyly.

George met her eyes with such a loving intensity as he chose his next words, of course he knew what he wanted to say. Because I’m in love with you and I have been since I was 13. But maybe it was much too soon for that so he settled for the truth he felt in that moment. “Because you’re cute when you concentrate.”

To that Y/n giggled again and lifted her hand up so she could caress his face. “Well, George Weasley I think that you’re just cute in general.” Y/n’s smile grew impossibly wider meeting her eyes whilst her other hand trailed across his chest. George beamed back and kissed her, making sure this one lasted longer.

And it did. It was heavier as tongues were slid in, hands roamed more than before and George was pushed back lightly into the sofa cushions. This was before Y/n broke away saying they should study some more to which George responded, “I thought that’s what we were doing.” Y/n laughed but shoved him away playfully, bringing her textbook onto her lap and reading carefully. George couldn’t help but stare again with a smirk.

“George stop staring at me.” Y/n shook her head in amusement with a playful laugh as George continued. He moved ever closer to her and started to kiss her neck.

“I’m sorry love, I can’t help it.” George peppered kisses to her neck before he decided to be adventurous and bit down lightly. Y/n squealed and George laughed as he was once again pushed away but she never stopped smiling at him.

He sat back thoughtfully staring into the fire as she continued to study but her mind wasn’t really reading the words. He wondered m if Y/n had had a crush on him and if so for how long? He asked her this and he thought she might be annoyed at the distraction but it seemed with him she wasn’t as stressed out, at least she didn’t show it if she was. She smiled and bit her lip again, seemingly embarrassed to say.

“Since I was like 11.” Y/n’s smile turned sheepish and her eyes looked everywhere but at him until she noticed George was smiling and not weirded out in anyway. “What about you?”

“Since I was 13.” George answered through his wide smile and Y/n smiled back. “But I only properly realised like a year ago.”

“Seriously? How come it took you so long Georgie?” Y/n inquired with a laugh and a playful push to his shoulder. George ducked his head with a shrug.

“I don’t know, I guess since you’re my best friend I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself in case I ruined everything that we had.” George re-met her eyes and smiled weakly, now he said it out loud it seemed even more ridiculous. Y/n could almost tell where his trail of thought had drifted to as she sensed his unsureness.

“Aww Georgie.” He blushed a little at the use of his nickname and noticed her kind smile. Her hands rested on his jaw as she abandoned her books and left them on the side. She brought his lips slowly to meet hers in a reassuring kiss. It was gentle and quick but it was perfectly sweet.

“What about studying?” George asked with a small smile, wanting desperately to kiss her lips again, he was only human after all. Y/n shrugged with a mischievous smirk.

“Meh, it can wait till tomorrow.” And with that, the rest of the evening was spent acquainting each other with the taste of their lips and exploring new found depths of one another. And Y/n could say with one hundred percent certainty that snogging George was so much better than studying spells.

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