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New Beginnings- Chapter 13
After their relationship is outed, Thomas stresses over how to protect Natalia’s career and image. Thanks as always @alj4890 for helping me and convincing me my writing sounds ok 🤣
Warning: swearing, light sexual innuendos/actions
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“What the hell is going on, Hunt?”
Lucas, Thomas’ agent has never raised his voice towards the director, but today has been filled with uncharacteristic surprises involving the brooding and (supposed) eligible bachelor.
His polished, brown Santoni’s echo against the marble flooring in the grand entry until they meet the threads of a Persian rug. He stops, pinching the bridge of his nose and he releases a deep sigh.
“This was not supposed to be public information until after the movie had been released.”
“And when was I going to be informed?” Thomas closes his eyes, “Cause where I’m standing, you’d think telling your agent would be a high priority. Especially when you want to keep news out of the news!”
He stares at the wall, clenching his jaw. “I kept it from you in hopes of keeping it from everyone. I did not see any point in revealing a private relationship to you.”
The younger agent nearly growls in frustration and Thomas has to pull the phone away from his ear. “This kind of thing ruins careers, Hunt! I didn’t think I had to tell you that. You aren’t some stupid, young, think with your other head kid that has too much fame to go around. You’re smart and don’t let things like this happen.”
He could not begin to fathom how he had let this happen. He told Natalia he would not be the reason her career was brought to ruin. Yet here he was, listening to his agent scold him as though he was a new arrival to the despicable world of Hollywood. As though he was a child.
“It’s time you go on the offensive. Get your ass back to LA and take her out as soon as she’s feeling up to it.” Lucas takes a shuddering breath, his anger simmering on the surface, “Until then, keep your fucking head down.”
Thomas winces and internally cringes at the foul language. He despises using obscenities, despite the occasional use in his head, he tries to never use the words out loud. It was ungentlemanly. It was not him.
Lucas hung up before Thomas could say anything or defend himself further, so he simply shut his phone off and began to pace the marble flooring once more. There were no upcoming awards ceremonies or any parties he knew of, but then again, he usually did not attend such parties.
He paced for another minute or so before he decided on calling his friend.
“Ryan, I must skip pleasantries—“
“I saw the news.” His friend cut him off and silence stretched between them for a few moments.
“Are there any upcoming high profile parties?” Thomas simply stares out the front windows, watching as branches sway in the cool breeze outside.
The estate is quiet today, aside from Mr. DuBois and Elizabeth, and it felt empty. Perhaps it was just the added stressful situation grabbing at his brain.
“Chris has a premier coming up in a few weeks. After that, we’ve got a few birthdays that’ll definitely hit the tabloids. What’s on your mind?” The friendliness in the charming actor’s voice was one of the many reasons Thomas gets along with him.
They’ve known each other for ages, although Ryan doesn’t show his age, his maturity does. He matured in a way Thomas respects and although the man can get on his nerves, much like all his close friends, it never irks him for too long. Vice versa, when Thomas gets in one of his moods, Ryan brushes it off because the elder man is just too serious to let loose. Or so Mr. Summers says.
“It’s time I show the world how much Natalia means to me. The minute she feels ready, we will be attending parties and taking the offensive so I can salvage her image. Can I trust you will assist?”
“Of course. I’ll enlist the others too. We care about you, Hunt, almost as much as we care about Nat.” The chuckle only forces the director’s lips into a tight scowl.
“Much appreciated.” Without a goodbye, he hangs up, leaving Ryan to his own amusement.
THREE MONTHS LATER
Months had come and gone. Most of Natalia’s time was spent resting between physical therapy sessions and editing film with Thomas. Since the accident their friends rallied around the couple and helped with whatever Thomas would allow them to. Everyone chipped in here and there, whether it was regarding the film or navigating the media or just day to day tasks at home.
Now that she’s up again, they’ve needed help less and less thankfully. Her physical therapist has gotten her walking without a cane or any assistance and she knew what that meant.
“The premier is this weekend.” She laid between Thomas’ legs on the couch, eyeing the scar on her right leg as he tightens his arms around her waist. “How are you feeling?”
Insecure.
The bruises and cuts have healed on her face, leaving behind only minuscule scars in a couple spots. He swears no one can see them, but she can. Her eyes leave the scar on her leg and move to the long reminder on her forearm. Gently, her fingers follow its path.
She never thought of herself as beautiful or gorgeous. But now the doubts about herself are only enhanced by the defects on her skin.
“I’ll have to buy a new gown.” Deflecting his question, she focuses on what she would want. “Something floor-length with long sleeves.”
The man holding her nods, but moves a hand to gently trace a line down her arm, sending delicious shivers up her skin. Since the wreck, they had not been intimate and she has been aching for him. Besides chaste kisses that didn’t lead to anything more, she’d begun to doubt his feelings for her. He always said he loves her, which she reciprocated, but don’t actions speak louder? It’s been nearly a year they’ve been together, but still, they have not been together. The accident ruined any chance of that happening after New York when she was ready to give herself to him. So for a few months, her need for him has only increased with no way of acting on it. But now she can walk, surely they can finally give in.
“Why must you cover yourself so much?” His deep voice is hushed and his breath brushes against her ear as his finger is now trailing circles across her exposed thigh.
She internally scolds herself for wearing shorts around him.
“I’m not certain I’m ready to show off the new additions to my skin.” His finger slowly moves higher, to the inside of her thigh and pauses.
Natalia’s breath hitches and she feels a new hardness pushing into her back.
Without any warning, he had flipped their positions on the couch and now braces himself above her. Not even registering what exactly was happening, he presses a deep kiss to her mouth, suffocating any questions that were rising. It didn’t take any time for her body to react, wrapping her arms around his neck as one of his hands slide down her belly, stopping at the waistband of her shorts.
He broke away, looking down at her with darkening eyes that hold an equal amount of love and lust. “This body may have imperfections now, but that does not take away from the fact that every single part of you is beautiful. What has been left on you only shows the world what troubles you have overcome to be where you are now.”
Thomas pauses, his voice becoming deeper as the emotion he feels continues to grow. Love, grief, anguish for what she had suffered. He can see her eyes welling with tears, her hands busying themselves in his hair, so he reaches a hand up, leaving her waist, and gently places it on her cheek. The soft, olive skin is damp from a rogue tear, so he wipes it dry before his thumb moves along her cheekbone.
“My love for you is not only for your looks, my darling, it is for your heart and soul. You should pride yourself on everything you have survived and fought through to get where you are today. You are where you want to be and a handful of scars will never take that away from you.”
The more he spoke and the more he caressed her cheek just made her heart melt. “Thomas—“
Her voice cracks and tears fall slowly before he leans down and kisses her gently. “I love you, sweetheart.”
The gentleness in his voice, the sweetness in his touch, when she closes her eyes and focuses on him completely, that’s when she knows. He really does love her.
“I love you too.”
The next day, she, Addison, and Holly went shopping for gowns. The girls expressed how Natalia was happier than they’d seen for a long time. But the night of the premier, she couldn’t be more nervous.
Her almost sheer silvery, white dress is flowy enough for her to feel free. She knew her nerves were going to be enough for the night, she didn’t want to feel constructed in her gown. The jewels spattered across the material almost convinced Natalia not even to try it on, but Addi convinced her otherwise.
The fashionista had said , “This is your first premier with your sexy, reclusive director… I can’t believe I just called him sexy.” She then proceeded to make a gagging noise before she thrusted the dress into her friend’s arms. “You need to make a splash and get everyone’s attention.”
Since the surgery on her arm, she hasn’t gotten the full use of it yet, so Addison is at Thomas’ doing Nat’s hair. “I love your hair.”
The blonde sighs as she pins curls atop her friend’s head. Natalia has let her hair grow out, the ends a lighter, bleached brown compared to the rest of her deep chestnut color.
“Thanks Addi, I love how you did your hair and your dress.” Her nerves keep her mind occupied so she just gave a short, simple reply to her friend who looks at her worriedly.
Addison has her hair curled with one side pinned back and a bright blue, sparkly gown that fits her slim figure perfectly. “You ok?”
“Hmm?” Natalia looks up and shakes her head, focusing. “I’m fine, I suppose I’m just..”
“Nervous?” She finishes the brunette’s hair and sprays a little hairspray to keep everything in place. After a small nod, she sits on the counter facing Nat. “You don’t have any reason to be nervous. You’ll have Thomas right next to you, Holly and I won’t be far away and of course Ryan and Chris.”
“I know that, it just seems as though things have gone wrong so much as of late and now I’m going out into the public eye for the first time since the accident.” Her eyes inadvertently look at the scar along her forearm, sighing quietly.
Addison catches the movement and she sets a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder, “I think those scars are cool, and if I were you, I’d show them off like a badge of honor.”
Someone behind them clears their throat, urging both the women to turn around. “You both look beautiful.”
Although Thomas says it to both of them, his dark eyes are fixed on Natalia, roaming the curves of her dress and dancing across the updo until they land on her lips. She wears a deep blush that only accentuates her makeup and her eyes meet his every darkening ones again before looking down at her gown.
Addison’s eyes dart back and forth between the two, feeling the sexual tension rising with every second before she suddenly stands, “Thanks, Thomas, I’m gonna head out and meet with Holly. See you two at the premiere.”
When she passes her former professor, she doesn’t look him in the eye and he pays no mind to her either. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, Natalia stands and grips the skirt of her dress subconsciously. As she looks up at him, her breath is taken away. His taut muscles fill his tuxedo, not able to hide the broad shoulders or narrow waist. Her tongue slides across her bottom lip as he adjusts his cufflinks, smirking at her.
Looking away after being caught ogling, she just releases a breath and smiles softly, “Thank you.”
Her quiet response has Thomas moving towards her, gathering her in his strong arms and securing her in a warm embrace. “Any particular reason for your sudden shyness?”
His warm, tender lips move down and across her cheekbone, eliciting quiet moans from her. “Because you just have that effect on me, Mr. Hunt. You seem to bring out a very submissive side that I have no control over.”
A quiet animalistic growl comes from Thomas, his arms tighten around her waist as the admission from her ignites a fire inside him. “We may be fashionably late to this premiere.”
Soon his lips and teeth travel down her neck, careful not to leave marks but firm enough to get her heart racing. As her hands begin to wander, slipping to the front of his slacks, a phone breaks their passion causing Thomas to groan in frustration.
Scowling deeply, he fishes his phone out of pocket, his eyes flashing with concern before he answers. “Yes?”
His gaze settles on Natalia, who is checking her hair and makeup in the mirror. Her eyes meet his and her heart lurches at the worry he wears on his face.
“Yes, I will inform her. Thank you.”
Thomas doesn’t have time to pocket his phone before she places a hand on his arm. “What’s happened?”
“Lucas had been investigating who tipped off our relationship and he says he has finally found the source.”
By the expression on his face, her heart clenches in her chest. “Who was it?”
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Prompts/One Shots
Choices Sept Challenge - Day 30
Asks/Requests
In Your Arms - a kiss prompt (18+)
Starstruck - a photo prompt
Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week 2022
Day 1 - Distraction
Day 2 - Wonder
Day 3 - Treat
Day 4 - New York
Day 5 - New York Plus Two
Day 6 - Passion (18+)
Day 7 - Happy New Year
Meet The Characters
Meet My OC - Natalia
#masterlist#red carpet diaries#thomas hunt#thomas hunt fanfiction#choices rcd#RCD au#Thomas hunt x Natalia York#Thomas hunt x oc#hunt x oc
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***shortcuts to my masterlists posted on @alj4890masterlist ***
Mixed Signals (Ethan Ramsey x MC) (Tobias Carrick x MC) (Bryce Lahela x MC) Open Heart AU
Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) TRR Crackship AU
Worth the Wait (Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU
Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days (various)
Choices Drabbles and Requests (various)
All Through the Night (Dark TRR AU)
While We're Young (TRR Future AU)
And Then I Met You (Thomas Hunt x OC) (TRR/RCD/PM crossover AU)
And Then I Left You (Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to And Then I Met You AU)
A Second Chance (Thomas Hunt x OC) (TRR/RCD/PM crossover AU)
None But You (RCD Regency Era AU)
Misfortune's Intentions (TRH AU) (Liam x OC) (Drake x Riley)
Delicate (TRR/OH crossover AU) (Olivia Nevrakis x Ethan Ramsey)
Another Night/Another Dream (TRR/PM/RCD crossover AU)
The Courtship (TRR Regency Era AU)
Winner at a Losing Game (TRR/RCD crossover AU)
A Million Dreams (TRR/The Greatest Showman AU)
Just a Glimpse (TRR AU)
The Other Friend (TRR AU)
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Title: What If It's Now?
Book: Hollywood U
Pairing: Thomas Hunt x f!MC (Jackie Hunt)
Other Characters: Addison Sinclair
Words: 2,174
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic description of panic attacks/anxiety disorder, discussions of abortion
Summary: At the end of her final year of university, Jackie is at her wit's end. With only one week left, she's willing to work through her anxiety despite her physical symptoms. It isn't until Thomas connects the dots that the couple realizes there might be something more going on.
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Tags: @choicesmonthlychallenge for HSSHWUAW and @choicesficwriterscreations for Fics of the Week
Despite the fact that Thomas only taught part-time, it had been a long day for him. Exams were next week, which for film students meant finishing their final cuts, preparing monologues or scenes, and putting the final touches on their scripts. Thomas enjoyed teaching - he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t - but if he had to watch one more Star Wars fanfiction or read one more script about something the writer should just talk to a therapist about, he might lose it.
The biggest downside of being married to a student was that he couldn’t escape the horrors of exam season just by going home, but only for one more week. It was Jackie’s last semester and she was really feeling the pressure. Her stress and anxiety were off the charts so much so that Thomas was genuinely concerned about her. Especially when he came home to find her being physically sick in their bathroom.
He rushed in and used one hand to hold back Jackie’s hair and the other to rub circles on her back. Once she was done, she leaned back against Thomas’s chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before asking, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I’m just so anxious about, like, everything. My thesis film is due on Monday and the editor still isn’t done with the final cut. And I know it’s stupid to be so anxious about it because there’s nothing I can do about it and Riley is a really good editor so I’m sure it’ll be done on time, but still. And I’m nervous about my final scene for my acting class even though I’ve rehearsed a million times. Plus I can’t tell if my final script–”
“Okay, take a deep breath,” Thomas interrupted, shutting Jackie up. “You’ve been stressed for months. It’s not healthy.”
Jackie sniffled and replied, “It’s only one more week and besides, I haven’t been that bad.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and thought back on his wife’s behavior for the past couple months. “You’ve been more irritable, you’ve been stress eating, and you even missed your period a few weeks ago.” Thomas paused, then slowly asked, “Are you sure you’re just stressed?”
“What? Of course I’m stressed, why would you–”
“Jackie. You’ve been irritable, had cravings and nausea, and you missed your period.”
Jackie was quiet for a minute. “You think I’m pregnant.”
They were careful. Granted, they weren’t perfect, but they were careful. In her panic, Jackie tried to think back on every single pill she took in the last month. She couldn’t remember missing even one. But it’s such a small thing, it’s easy to forget. She suddenly couldn’t trust her own memory. Just because she couldn’t remember it didn’t mean it didn’t happen. She didn’t remember her third birthday, but she definitely turned three many years ago. She couldn’t remember filling Duchess’s food bowl today, but it was full and Thomas hadn’t been home in hours, so she must have. But she couldn’t have missed a pill, could she? That, that is something she would remember.
“Jackie? Are you okay?” Thomas asked, breaking Jackie free of her hysteric cycle of thoughts.
She stood up and started pacing. “No. No, I’m not– I can’t–” Her words stopped as her breathing became more rapid, making it difficult to speak. She felt tears in her eyes and her breathing turned to hyperventilating, leading to her head feeling fuzzy.
Thomas quickly stood up and grabbed onto Jackie’s hands to stop her pacing and force her to look at him. “Jackie, take a deep breath with me, okay?” She met Thomas’s eyes and shakily followed his breathing pattern. Once he was confident she could breathe evenly without his help, he said, “Let’s go sit down,” and led Jackie to their bed, where he rubbed circles around her back as she tried to keep her breathing steady. “Do you want me to go buy a test?”
“No.” Jackie shook her head. “No, someone might recognize you and I don’t– I can’t have tabloids finding out about this. Let me, um, let me see if Addi can do it.”
“Well, you deserve a break, love.” Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed in concern for his wife. If he thought he overworked himself, it was nothing compared to Jackie during exam season.
“‘A break’ is sitting on the patio with a book and an iced tea, not my heart beating twice as fast as normal while I wait for my friend to bring me a pregnancy test, okay? This is not a break, it's a breakdown.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Thomas offered, trying to keep Jackie from having another panic attack.
“Probably, but I don’t know what.” Jackie sighed. Her brain had stopped working. All there was was static and the occasional curse word.
“Can I ask you something? About this?” Thomas asked tentatively. This was an important conversation for them to have, regardless of the outcome of the test, but he didn’t want to trigger her anxiety any more.
“Of course.” Jackie sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
“Before we got married, you said you wanted kids, but it seems like you don’t want to be pregnant. Did you… change your mind?”
“No, of course not! It’s just,” Jackie sighed, “I haven’t even graduated college yet and I want to get my career started before we have kids, so honestly, probably not for another few years. Do you… not want to wait that long?”
Before Thomas could answer, the doorbell rang signaling Addison’s arrival. As much as Jackie wanted to hear Thomas’s response, she needed to know what that damn test would say, so she got off the bed and rushed to the door.
“Addi! Thank you so much!” Jackie said, grabbing the bag from her friend.
“Of course! But I’m gonna need a full report on this situation ASAP, okay?” Addison reached forward and wrapped her arms around Jackie.
“Okay.” Jackie returned the hug. “Now let me go take the test, ‘kay, babes?”
Addison let go of Jackie and said, “Oh, right. Good luck!” She walked back to her car as Jackie closed the door and took a deep breath.
Jackie slowly walked back to the bedroom where Thomas was waiting, the static in her head returning. She couldn’t tell what was worse: wildly overthinking or shutting down completely. On the one hand, she could wade through every single possible outcome to her problems, no matter how illogical. On the other, she was much less likely to send herself into a panic attack.
“Are you ready?” Thomas asked when she entered the bedroom, pulling her back to reality.
“Not really, but we need to know.” Jackie went into the bathroom and opened the box. Thomas stood next to her as she read the directions out loud. When she was done, she slammed the directions on the counter and said, “This is nothing like Waitress.”
“You’re stalling.” Thomas smirked slightly.
“I know! I’m scared!” Jackie laughed nervously.
Thomas reached out to wrap her in a hug against his chest. He kissed the top of her head as she collapsed into him, tears spilling. “Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”
Jackie sniffled and responded, “Let’s just get this part over with. ‘Cause then we still have to wait.” She rolled her eyes and finally went to pee on the stupid stick. Once she was done, Thomas set a timer while she washed her hands and they returned to the bedroom. Jackie, once again, flopped onto her back while Thomas sat down next to her.
“So… you never answered my question. About, um, when you want kids.” Jackie stared at the ceiling avoiding Thomas’s gaze.
“I would like to start trying soon, but I understand why you don’t want that and I’m willing to wait.” Thomas looked fondly at Jackie even though she wasn’t looking in his direction.
“How soon is soon?” Jackie responded tentatively.
“As soon as you’re ready.”
Jackie sat up, finally looking at her husband. “So if I said I was ready now, you’d be on board with that?”
“Yes.”
Jackie flopped back again and groaned. “Well, I don’t want to make you wait, like, five years if you’re ready now! That’s so long!”
Thomas laid on his side next to Jackie admiring her side profile as she continued looking upwards. “I promise I don’t mind waiting as long as it takes for you to be ready, okay? But, since you want to wait, do you know what you want to do if you are pregnant?”
“No. I have no clue.” Jackie shook her head, tears returning to her eyes. They wanted kids and Thomas was ready, so why wait if the universe decided to give them a child? Jackie could put off starting her career a bit, right? It’s not necessarily what she wanted but the alternative options weren’t great either. But the more she thought about it the less appealing it was. Why should she put off her career for this if she didn’t have to? Yes, maybe the universe had given them a child, but it had also put them in a state with liberal laws and access to abortions. So how could Jackie possibly know what the universe wanted of her? Did it even matter what the universe wanted? Or was she just using that as a way to avoid making her own decision?
Jackie reached for Thomas’s hand and said, “Thomas, I’m spiraling. What would you want to do if I’m pregnant?”
Thomas brought Jackie’s hand to his lips pressing a chaste kiss against her fingers. “I would want to keep the baby. And if you want to get your career started, I’m more than willing to be a stay-at-home dad for a few years.”
“You’d be good at that.” She finally turned her head to look at Thomas. “I think that’s a good plan. I’m still not one-hundred percent sure what I want to do, but that’s a good option.”
“I know it’s your body, your choice, but thank you for asking my opinion anyway.”
“You’re my husband, Thomas. I value your opinion.” Jackie and Thomas leaned towards each other about to kiss when the timer went off. Jackie squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh God. I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know!”
“We need to know.” Thomas got off the bed.
“I know!” Jackie groaned and sat up. Thomas walked into the bathroom and got the test off the counter, careful not to look at the results until he was seated next to his wife.
“You ready?” Thomas asked and all Jackie could do was nod her head, words escaping her. Thomas lifted the test and they read the results. Negative. Jackie let out a sigh of relief and leaned her head against Thomas’s shoulder.
“Are you disappointed?” She asked.
“No. I already told you, I’m willing to wait as long as you want.”
“God, how did I get so lucky?” Jackie smiled. “Ugh, I don’t even know what to do with myself now. I should probably get back to my essay–”
“How about that break instead? With a book and an iced tea on the patio?” Thomas loved his wife, but she did not know how to listen to her body.
“But–”
“No. Go sit outside and I will bring you your tea and a book, okay? Not only do you need a break, but you deserve one.” Thomas kissed Jackie’s head before standing up and heading towards the kitchen.
Jackie smiled to herself as she made her way onto the back patio, sitting on the outdoor loveseat. Sometimes it was difficult for her to be as kind to herself as she should be. She was beyond thankful that when she wasn’t, Thomas would be. Navigating through life was so much easier with him by her side.
Thomas came outside and placed a glass of iced tea on the table in front of her and handed her one of her favorite books. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips before he turned to walk back into the house. Before he could get far, Jackie grabbed his arm, turning him towards her.
“Hang on. If I have to take a break, so do you.” She used her strength to pull Thomas onto the loveseat with her. “Wait here.” Jackie rushed back into the house and quickly returned with a glass of Scotch and a book. She thrust them into Thomas’s hands and said, “Here you go, babe.”
“Scotch? At two-thirty in the afternoon?” Thomas asked as Jackie sat down next to him.
“Immediately yes. After the afternoon we had? Yes.” She picked up her book and cuddled against Thomas, his presence easing her anxiety. It wasn’t a cure-all, but it was pretty damn close for the time being.
Thank you so much for reading my fic! I'm super sad to see HWU end, but I'm going to keep it alive a littler longer with my fics!
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Day Three- Game Night/Conflict
Can’t believe we’re already at day three of Moceit Week! I had a lot of fun with this one shot, this week is really helping me get back into writing.
So, @the-duke-of-nuts and I have been writing an AU based on the game ‘Prop Hunt’ and I was technically going to be doing this for tomorrow... since it was a Game Night prompt, I couldn’t resist doing it today!
I hope I’ve done it justice, Vin, and surprise! ☺️💚🖤💚
Writing taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @red-imeanblue @jwillowwolf @psychedelicships @writerwithtoomanyships @the-duke-of-nuts @lily-janus
@moceit-appreciation-week
Warnings: Weapon mention, kind of violence in game
Get Over Here and Play a Video Game
Patton was excited for game night with the rest of the guys. When they all found common ground with playing video games, it brought them all closer together as housemates. They had even recently started recording themselves doing lets plays to put them onto YouTube. It was strange to watch the view count shoot up every day, people seemed to be enjoying them… but they are a chaotic bunch, especially because Remus is involved. The games were fun to record, even if Patton had to have the controls explained to him multiple times by a very patient Janus. He was grateful that Janus would support him throughout the whole recording, it made him feel safe while the cameras were rolling, and it made the whole thing much more fun.
He took out his phone and re-watched the latest video of ‘Golf With Your Friends’ that they recorded last week. He had to admit that giving Remus and Logan editing rights was the best decision possible. Patton found himself laughing at Roman who was getting angrier by the second when he couldn’t reach the hole on a water level, he laughed even more when a Snickers bar flew across the screen, pretending to hit Roman in the face. The next part was something he didn’t expect, in the recording session, Patton was having a hard time while his golf ball was shaped like a cube. Janus came over without a word to see what was going on, when his hand rested on Patton’s to show he what to do, Patton blushed again as he saw cartoon hearts fly around the two of them.
They had only started dating a few months ago, but it had felt like so much longer. He smiled as he watched the flirting take place between the two of them, and the editing seemed to just spur it on. Hearts, love heart arrows, all that usual stuff. It was cute, which made Patton all too aware that he was falling hard and fast, faster than he ever had before. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a text notification at the top of his screen from Logan.
‘Greetings everyone. Hope you are all ready for game night tonight. I’ve been reading the comments of the latest video, and Prop Hunt seems to be the latest request. So shall we attempt it?’
Patton looked at his phone in confusion. Prop Hunt? What the heck is that? It already sounds so confusing, but everyone else apparently knows it and has played it before according to the replies coming through. He couldn’t be the odd one out, thankfully him and Janus had the day off from work, so he headed over to Janus’ room. He could hear the soft, classical music seeping into the hallway and he knocked on the door tentatively when he saw Janus lying on the bed.
“This had better be important-” Janus sighed as he pushed himself up, but stopped himself when he saw it was Patton, then smiled warmly. “Ah, sorry darling. I thought it was Remus bothering me again.” He remarked jokingly before patting the space next to him on the bed. Patton before sitting next to him, and yelped as Janus wrapped his arms around him before pulling him into a tight hug. He giggled and Janus chuckled in response.
“What can I do for you, darling? You looked a bit worried at my door.” Janus’ voice had hints of concern weaved through it.
“It’s nothing big… It’s just Logan has said we’re gonna play a new game tonight… and I have no idea how to play…” Patton trailed off, unsure whether he could really ask for help. He didn’t want Janus to judge him or anything. Janus just squeezed his hand in reassurance, something that made Patton’s heart skip a beat each time.
“I’ll go get our laptops set up. You-“ Janus booped his nose causing Patton to giggle again. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Patton nodded and looked around Janus’ room, one thing caught his eye. There were new photos of the two of them on the walls, and the card Patton made for him to ask him out was sitting pride of place on the table next to the bed. He felt his laptop be placed gently on his lap, and he rested his head on Janus’ shoulder while the game was set up for him.
“Okay. So you’re going to be the hunter to start with. I’m going to be hidden as an object in the map. You have to wait for a couple of minutes.” Patton tried to sneak a look at Janus’ screen, but he felt a gloved hand gently cover his eyes.
“Nooo, darling. That would be cheating.” Patton faked a pout before giggling and waited for Janus’ hand to stop covering his eyes. He felt a light kiss on his forehead before the light flooded back onto his face. He looked down at his laptop, confused as to what to do now. He tried to move, but nothing was working. Janus placed his hand over Patton’s, guiding his hand to the right place.
“Arrow keys, my dear. You move with the arrow keys. So now you have to try and find me! Look for something that doesn’t belong. I know you can do it.” He kissed Patton’s cheek and he tried to ignore the blush that was threatening to spread across his cheeks. He tried to concentrate on the map, but someone was proving to be a very significant distraction, especially when that someone interlocked his free hand with Patton’s free hand. He eventually managed to focus and almost spun around in circles trying to find his way around the huge map, until he came across a large box that stood very out of place. Janus smirked as he saw Patton carefully move towards the box.
“You need to shoot the box, darling. Left click.” Janus leant over and whispered in Patton’s ear. He tried to ignore the shiver he felt, and hesitated at this part of the game.
“B-but I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetie.” His finger hovered over the left click, and he then clicked it once, looking away from the screen. Janus smiled and squeezed Patton’s hand.
“You did it, darling! You don’t hurt me, it’s only the game. Can you see your health points? Did your health go down when you shot the box?” Patton hesitantly looked at the screen, and shook his head as he noticed that the health points remained at 100. Janus took Patton’s hand and lifted it to his lips quickly.
“Go on then, my dear. Win the round.” Patton blushed yet again, and then clicked countless times until the box disappeared, and a little message came up reading ‘Hunters Win!’ Patton stared at it, then smiled when he finally realised what it meant. He clapped his hands together excitedly, and Janus chuckled as he watched Patton enjoy the game.
“Sooo… Do I now hide as a prop or something?” Patton asked curiously. He had forgotten what he was so nervous about in the first place, he was having so much fun learning the game from Janus. Janus nodded and covered his own eyes which made Patton giggle.
“Indeed you do, so like before… you use the arrow keys and wander around the map until you find an object. Press E when you’re next to object, and then you turn into it.” Patton hummed in affirmation, and started to move around the map. He found a paint can and laughed when his character turned into the object. His mind came up with a perfect pun, but he was going to save that kind of thing for when they were playing as the group tonight. He tapped Janus on the shoulder to show that he was ready.
Janus turned back round and looked at Patton warmly.
“I’ve found you.” He smiled as Patton looked confused by the statement.
“But… I’ve only just hidden, how could you have found me already?” Patton looked at his screen before he felt Janus softly place his fingers under Patton’s chin, gently encouraging him to look up. He gazed into Janus’ eyes and matched the soft smile on his lips.
“Oh I’m sorry, darling. I wasn’t talking about the prop anymore. I was talking about the person that I’m pretty sure is the love of my life.” He kissed Patton softly which was happily reciprocated before he was pulled into Janus’ arms once again. Only one thought remained on his mind.
This was the best start to game night ever.
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otp questions for all 3 pairings: 2, 6, 8, 15, 18, 22, 26, and 27
Hi anon! Thank you for the questions!
2). Big spoon/little spoon?
So I actually answered this for Claire and Ethan and you can find my answer here
For Adelaide and Tobias, I would actually say that Tobias is more of the little spoon, but sometimes Adelaide is the little spoon.
For Brooklyn and Thomas, Brooklyn is the little spoon and Thomas is the big spoon.
6). What's their favorite feature of their partner's?
I would say Claire's favorite feature of Ethan's is his eyes because she loves how pretty they are and she loves blue eyes. Ethan's favorite feature of Claire's is her smile because he feels that it can light up a whole room.
Adelaide's favorite feature of Tobias' is his also his smile because it never fails to make her smile or make her feel better in general. Tobias' favorite feature is her heart and how considerate she is of everything and everyone.
Brooklyn's favorite feature of Thomas' is his arms because 1). Why not? 2). They're useful. Thomas' favorite feature of Brooklyn's is her laugh because it helps him a lot, especially when he's had a rough day/time and she's laughing about something and he's able to hear it.
8). Nicknames? And if so, how did they originate?
So, Claire mostly just uses Honey or Babe but Ethan uses Sweetheart, Love, Honey, Angel and a few others.
So Adelaide sometimes calls Tobias, Toby when she's annoyed with him because she heard Ethan use it one and she tried it once and liked how he got annoyed so she started using it. Most of the time she usually says Babe. Tobias calls her Baby or Angel, but when he wants to mess with her, he'll call her Atlas (her twin brother's name) or Sandra (her mother's name).
Brooklyn and Thomas are the same as Claire and Ethan.
15). Who wakes up first?
I would say it's 50/50 between Claire and Ethan. They both have their days where they don't want to get out of bed but they both try and get up early so they have time to themselves in the morning before getting ready for work.
Tobias 100% wakes up first. Adelaide will not want to wake up any earlier than she possibly has to while Tobias will at least try to get up somewhat before she does and make the two of them food.
Most of the time, Thomas is the first one to get up. But on special occasions or days where her body feels rested, Brooklyn will get up before him.
18). Who leaves little notes in the other one's lunch?
C and E: Claire
A and T: Both
B and T: Brooklyn
22). Who cooks more/who's better at cooking?
Ethan cooks more but Claire bakes more.
When it comes to meat like steak or burgers, Tobias is the better cook. But for everything else, Adelaide is the better cook.
Thomas is the better cook out of him and Brooklyn.
26). What would be their theme song?
C and E:
A and T:
B and T:
27). Who would sing their child back to sleep?
Both Claire and Ethan would but Claire would more.
Tobias would.
Brooklyn would.
Any other questions?
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ur working title for your Avalon + Thomas Pregnancy fics inspired me so i made this
SCREAMSSSSS I LOVE THIS
no1huntfan made it as a joke but Hunt ABSOLUTELY panics when he first sees it bc A) he and Avalon don't ever announce that theyre having kids (either one of them mentions their kids during an interview (probably Avalon) or a paparazzo happens to be in the right place in the right time and gets a pic of one or both with one of their kids, but they don't think its anyone's business but close friends and family) and B) he is incredibly stealth. sometimes his top surgery scars show up in paparazzi pictures, but he had the surgery long ago enough that they're not super noticeable. he gives less of a shit about who knows as he gets older though, and while he doesn't Come Out come out, he does start talking about his experience as a transman more often & making films about trans and genderqueer characters
god i can just imagine no1huntfan thinking some of the Totally Real Not Clickbait Mpreg Moments are just like. unflattering camera angles/weight gain but they actually are pictures of Hunt with a baby bump. & i think one of the crew members of Ninrandell got a video of him throwing up after Macy asked him what he thought of the scene and it went semi-viral on tiktok and it ABSOLUTELY is one of the Mpreg Momence. not that no1huntfan is aware they're correct
after they see a gossip magazine with a paparazzi pic of Thomas and Avalon in public with a child who looks like both of them, they have a Sherlock Mind Palace Moment and figure it out
👆 no1huntfan holding up a line in a grocery store realizing that Hunt Mpreg Moments Real And Not Clickbait FOR REAL
this is making me giggle way too much <3 thank you for making it!!!! its one of my computer backgrounds now i love it so much
#Thomas Hunt#in my april fools day rewrite theres a bit where Avalon makes a joke about 'invasive fanfiction on tumblr' in regards to their relationship#no1huntfan is absolutely writing that invasive fanfiction on tumblr#another point of contention between them and the other no1_hunt_fan bc the other one thinks its weird to write abo mpreg about real ppl
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Reading list November 2023
It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.
It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.
✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨
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Series | Collections | Multi Parts
The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles
8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff
prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8
Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.
Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2
12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut
Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers. For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.
For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat. In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.
In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation.
Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?
Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut
You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.
One Shots
Firestarter @delaber
4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking
Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles
medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking
Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker
1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff
Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat
800 | Loki | smut
I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat
short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)
Aftercare @sarahscribbles
680 | Loki | fluff, spicy
If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat
medium | Loki | smut
Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles
1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut
Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles
long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers
Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr
1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff
Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid
930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff
The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract
1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour
My Girl @lokisgoodgirl
1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun
Lactation @viviluvssmut
1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)
Drabbles
Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles
1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging
Time slipping @wheredafandomat
600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort
praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael
short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink
Headcanons
Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki
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~ An escape or the last stand ~
warning for all chapters : Minors don't interact please this is really not for you. This is a dark fanfiction the whole thing is Dead Dove : Do not eat content. Mental Instability , blood & violence , kidnapping , sexual assault , rape , threesome , blood kink , obsession , injury , Predator/Prey , Angst , smut , Jealousy , dark themes , sexual fantasy , blood kink , knife play , just the normal hardcore Slasher things
Summary : The wedding ceremony in the church is done. But so quickly husbands can change. She now her wife. Your prey. your obsession, your property. To the wedding belongs the night. The night when the husband sleeps with his chosen one. But when one is cursed again. How will the actual beautiful night turn out. and will they treat her well or stick a knife in her heart?
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For a moment everything was quiet in the church and she thought that was it now. Either it was all just a sick dream of Freddy or maybe she was already dead. But when Eddie approached her and knelt down in front of her, the girl took a step back. ,,No, darling, it's just the ring," Eddie purred, pulling out a small box. Then he took her hand and almost all the presents fell down. Which is why she stood there, slightly tense, trying not to drop Micheal's knife and risk a bleeding foot.
With one swift movement the ring was on her finger and the cold metal filled in a sick way to her shame.
Eddie stood up and looked down at his bride with a smile. ,,You may now kiss your bride given in marriage before God," they heard the priest say.
She wanted to move away from here but when she felt Eddie's hand on her back and how he pulled her towards him she knew it was inevitable. ,,My beautiful wife" he whispered to her before he put his lips on hers.
To her surprise there was a mix of love and almost shyness in the kiss as he let go of her lips. I will never get out of here again she thought desperately and escaped Eddie's grip. He had let go of her and Y/N was pushed against the altar. Only then did she notice the alert eyes of the others and her fear tightened her throat.
They no longer looked at her as a human being, they saw her as their obsession. She was their new exquesite prey. She knew that meat that had to be hunted tasted better than store-bought. Suddenly the men rose and Eddie held out his hand to her. ,,Come my flower, it's time for the wedding night," he said cheerfully and gave her a smile.
But she didn't feel like rejoicing, she felt like screaming and crying. Panic gripped her body, but with the dress and all the gifts she would not get far, she had to admit to herself.
When Eddie became impatient and took her hand, he pulled her as gently as he could between his changes, first behind and then beside him. The silent killers Jason , Michael , Thomas and Vincent walked behind the couple and cut her off to the rear.
Billy and Stu as well as Bo and Brahms walked in front of them and the four of them kept looking back at her. She was clearly aware of the grinning and whispering and it made her uncomfortable.
Next to her and Eddie walked Freddy and Pennywise and she heard the rubbing of the blades and the popcorn smell of the clown. It was a strange mixture between dust, blood, musty and dirty hung the sweetly tantalizing smell she loved as a child. ,,Like a stupid animal," Pennywise muttered and the balloon on her wrist magically moved slightly left and right.
The way out of the church compartment was much too fast for her and she felt nervousness taking over her body with every step. It was horrible to run towards her fate without being able to do anything.
The only thing she prayed for was that they wouldn't all jump on her at the same time. Otherwise she would probably prefer the jump out of the window or her husband's knife sooner than she thought.
The move to the main building was barely visible but she knew from the small twitch on Eddie's hand that his anticipation was rising. ,,Almost there, sweetheart" she heard the dirty giggle of Bo who let his eyes wander down her form.
It wasn't until they turned into the hallway and she recognized the door to her room where she fainted that she tried to escape his grasp. ,,Please-please don't no," she begged Eddie who had a firm grip on her hand. He stopped abruptly and looked at her in confusion.
His eyes shone a strange mixture of incomprehension and confusion. ,,But darling, what is it? I promise it will be beautiful. Just think of the children, they will look as beautiful as you, my dear," he tried to cheer her up in his own way.
At the word children, she looked at Eddie, startled. I'm as good as dead, was all she could think of, and fear gripped her. She knew that if she didn't kill herself, it would come out later anyway, and then she would be of no use to the murderers. ,,I-ehm..." she stammered, but fell silent and hung her head slightly.
The light flickered in the hallway and the shadows of the eleven people looked monstrous. She was the Lamb, and the others were the big bad wolf, snarling and licking its teeth at the meat. All at once Eddie's hand stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
But the look that was confused before was now fixating as if he didn't want to let her go. ,,Honey are you still a virgin?" he asked her and a smile that reminded her of obsession scared her.
Before she could even explain the situation, the dream demon interrupted her. ,,My little one is certainly not a virgin anymore, sorry to spoil your fun," came from Freddy who gave a dark chuckle and his face came out from under his hat.
Suddenly Eddie let go of her and took a step towards Freddy.His expression changed completely and he seemed to be completely out of it. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.
Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Freddy dodged with a grin and the blades came out of one of Eddie's knives. This is my only chance she thought with a jerk, dropping everything but the knife she was clutching and running past the distracted killers.
In fact, Michael and Jason seemed to be expecting her and tried to grab her. She ducked and her hands clutched the white dress which tore at her legs with a jerk.
She heard Eddie shouting something after her, but she just kept running.
She felt ironic about the whole situation. A few hours ago or more, she didn't know, she had already run away once and now she was running around again in a broken wedding dress.
It was cold and goosebumps formed on her skin it was uncomfortable she hated it. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. But she knew she had to get to the elevator to reach the top floor to find the exit and get to her car.
A tour of each floor was like a tour of wherever you started, you would always come back to the elevator, or so she hoped. So she ran on, clutching the knife and still unsullied, no blood on the blade but that would soon change.
She heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was all just a matter of time until they had her. ,,Come back now, darling!" she heard the cry of Eddie, who had apparently left Freddy earlier than expected. She thought for a moment, but no matter how many times she went through the scenario, she never had a chance against any of the eleven. Especially against the clown she was as good as powerless. She would not get her fear under control here.
She turned the corner and she hoped that it would not take long until she came to the elevator. But when she heard a crack in the wall, she gulped.
It's Brahms, she thought, and walked away from the wall.It was true that she might not be able to do anything against the killers, but she had to at least try to escape, otherwise it would be the only thing she would ever have known.
As said before, Brahms came out of the wall with a leap and tried to grab her. However, since the girl was too far away, he reached into the void. ,,Come back to me, I'll be good too!" he assured her, but his tone became vicious and she sobbed.
Her lungs and legs were racing and the fabric of her dress was getting more and more ragged from the poor sewing. When she arrived at a room she knew that hiding and waiting was the best option. She closed the door and walked backwards into the room. But it was dark and she could not see her hand in front of her eyes.
She was only aware of her own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The knife was still held convulsively. ,,My little one, come back to your husband," she heard it whisper before a tongue ran across her cheek. She recoiled from Freddy and ran toward the door, knocking over a stack of chairs to block the way. ,,You really think little Y/N is going to stop me, stupid girl?" he shouted after her, laughing which increased her heartbeat.
She ran on and prayed that she would finally reach the elevator.
She was hardly aware of the spider webs around her until she began to get tangled in them and they began to cover her arms and legs, and she cut them with her knife. ,,My...wife, there you are, come to Pennywise," the redhead quipped, and she ducked away under a claw. ,,Leave me alone you miserable clown!" she screamed at him and tried to hit him with the blade as she couldn't find any other way to get out of here. Only when she saw the clown's glowing eyes did she back away in fear. He began to drool as if he were feasting on her performance.
,,So juicy and delicious come here my Y/N" he demanded and made a leap towards her. Out of survival instinct, she raised the knife and held it protectively in front of her. She heard the tearing of cloth and bells followed by an amused giggle.
When she looked, the knife was up to the hilt in the clown's chest and a misty mass came out. ,,This has all become much more interesting. Run, my wife, entertain me. Come on, run!" he shouted at her and in one movement the spider threads disappeared. Pennywise took a step backwards and escaped the blade before disappearing into the darkness. ,,What's going on here?" she muttered and looked around. Everything the clown had brought had disappeared, but she was glad that he had let go of her.
She made a relieved noise when she saw the elevator a few meters ahead of her. She slammed the grate of the elevator shut and let herself fall against the wall before pressing the button for the top floor.
But startled, she opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. ,,Darling, come here now. Come back to me...now!" Eddie shouted at her, his hands shaking the elevator. ,,I-no, please go away," she stammered, pressing herself harder against the wall of the elevator. ,,I'm not done with you yet. You're not going to break up our marriage!" he called after her before the elevator went up.
Trembling but relieved to finally get upstairs, she breathed in and out. Everything will be fine, just don't lose your nerve, she reminded herself, knowing that if she did get out, therapy would be the best thing for eternity. But when the elevator stopped on the second floor, she frantically pressed the button to continue. ,,It didn't work like that, sweetheart.
You see, the old thing took a while, you know, for the patients. Now come here," came from Bo who was pushing his way into the elevator. She screamed and dodged Bo before catching his hand with the knife. ,,Oh we're gonna get you my bitch," he said before running after her.
She ran again, afraid it might be her last moment. Briefly she turned her head and saw that Bo had slowed down, but she didn't know why. ,,Vincent grab her," she heard and wondered. But when she turned the corner and two knives with a dragon handle bored into the wall in front of her head, she looked at the wax figure maker in panic. The black-haired man emerged from the darkness and Y/N ran on, feeling him coming closer with each step.
Only when she felt a pain on her arm did she cry out. Vincent had thrown one of his knives at her and it had left a bleeding gash on her arm. Only the clang of the knife could be heard as it fell to the ground. The warm blood ran down her arm and began to soak the dress.
Under other circumstances this would be astetic, but in her present case she had nothing but disgust and fear for it. She ran around one of the many corners before skidding over an overturned table and looking back, gasping. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see Vincent in the dim light.
Slower than necessary to avoid toppling over from exertion, she continued through the second floor. She knew that each floor was only a circuit, but it still seemed so long to the elevator.
The knife was still in her hand with only a splash of Bo's blood on the blade. Better him bleeding than me she thought to herself and held the wound on her arm. Only now did she look down at her dress with distaste. After it was torn, it went down to her knee and some scraps of fabric were hanging down. What was once pure and innocent was now torn and stained.
She stopped and her eyes searched the darkness as she heard grunting, almost animalistic noises.
,,Thomas" she whispered and started to run, and only a few moments later the sparks of the chainsaw lit up the hallway. Despite the fact that the machine was heavy and she herself could not hold it up for long, Thomas seemed to have no problem chasing it through the halls. The sound of the chainsaw rang in her ears she hated it.
It was loud and she knew one hit with that thing would probably be enough to cut her in half or completely incapacitate her and then she would be done for. ,,Stop it Thomas please!" she begged as she felt the metal almost against her back. Suddenly the sound of the chains turning stopped and only the whirring of the engine could be heard. Y/N continued to run but looked back as if her words had stopped him.
But this was not the reason why she backed away and almost tripped over her own feet. ,,Jason" she whispered and the man with the machete looked down at her.
For a moment she thought he would leave her alone, just like Thomas. But when Jason went for his machete and lunged, she cried out. As best as she could, she rolled to the side before she pulled herself up and dodged the machete again. The machete got caught in the wall and Jason seemed to need a moment before he could come at her again. She took her chance and ran away again. ,,Come on, just a little longer," she reminded herself, making a delighted noise when she saw the elevator. She jumped in, pressed the button and was relieved to see that the system had caught up again. Just in time the elevator rose and the machete and the two knives flew towards the elevator but bounced off with a ringing sound and fell loudly to the floor.
She shakily took her hand away from her wound and saw that it was also now full of blood. She almost lost the knife and wiped her slippery fingers on the white fabric. Calmly just through the top floor and then out of here. You're back home and then everything will be fine she thought and a few moments later the door opened.
Slowly at first and then running, she ran through the upper floor. The air was cooler up here through the demolished windows but she didn't care. She breathed in the oxygen and was glad that she got some. ,,Hey beauty come here. Yeah, come join us, let's have some fun and watch a movie," purred the voices of Billy and Stu, the two older ones seeming to make fun of her insecurity.
Only when she cried out in fear when she saw the two with the Ghostface masks coming out of the darkness towards her did they run towards her. ,,Please let me please!" she screamed at them and she screamed again when she was grazed by two blades. The knives of the two had hurt her even if only slightly on her shoulder, which was slightly open because of the dress. ,,I'm going to have so much fun my new Sidney" Billy said and Stu only made an annoyed noise. ,,She's ours, Billy ours!" snapped Stu, his jealousy clearly audible.
Fucked up but Interesting relationship, she thought, although there was no worse time to think of such a thing.
She looked back at the two of them and saw Billy stop his friend. They mumbled something and took off their masks. ,,The shadow will get you darling" Billy called after her and they both stopped before waiting in the darkness. The shadow. She thought about it, but her thoughts were too confused for her to sort them out.
But it didn't matter, she saw the exit and pulled the last reserves out of her. She sprinted out as fast as she could. She saw her car, which she had parked behind the barrier, untouched. But there was no greater joy than seeing the vehicle. She had a consumed grin on her lips as she stood in front of her car. She reached for the door's opener and faltered. It was locked.
She tried again, but when she realized she needed a key, she reached into the void. ,,The key, the damn key," she muttered and her fist collided with the glass. Hissing, she pulled back, but stopped when she saw someone standing behind her in the reflection of the glass. ,,Michael" came like a breath over her lips before the man cut her off with his hands.
The knife in her hand was held trembling in front of her and she looked up at Michael in fear. He was breathing loudly as if he was exhausted no rather excited but why she did not know and that made her afraid.
One last try she thought to herself and she took it in her stride to run all the way home. She gripped the knife tighter and stabbed at Michael's chest.
But with a speed she would not have expected, he grabbed her wrist and held it so tightly that she dropped the knife. The killer leaned down and came closer, but Y/N jerked away.
His hand ran over the wound on her arm and she hissed. He paused to watch her for a moment before his hand went to her hair. ,,Please let me go," she pleaded softly. His head turned slightly and behind the mask the two eyes watched her.
With a jerk he had grabbed her head and with two blows against the car she sank unconscious from the force into his arms.
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CFWC Writer of the Month - June 2023:
peonyblossom
Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @peonyblossom We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.
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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?
I started playing Choices when it was first introduced after I saw the promos on HSS and HWU. Ofc the first book I played was High School Story!!
2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?
I joined the Choices fandom because of Thomas Hunt LMAO. After playing the Thomas dates in HWU, I looked him up on Tumblr to see if there was any fan content, and there was (HUGE shoutout to @lovealexhunt and @gutsfics because their works were the first ones I saw). Through following a few Thomas Hunt fan accounts, I found some other stuff in the fandom, like CFWC, and decided to read some other really popular stories, and it just snowballed lol.
3- How did you pick your blog name?
I wanted something that wasn’t fandom-specific so I could post content for any of the many fandoms I’m in. And peonies are my favorite flower!
4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!
The first first post in my archive is a reblog of a One Direction fanfic. My first original post was about the show Miraculous Ladybug.
5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?
Ooh. A long time. Sixth or seventh grade, so nine or ten years?
6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?
My favorite Choices book is America’s Most Eligible, but my favorite book to write about is Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U. I think I just like reading and writing about stories in the film industry since that’s what I do, lol.
7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?
Waiting Game / peonyblossom / AO3
I still like it! But, if I were writing it today, I would probably make it third person instead of first. It’s still cute, though!
8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?
Okay, probably a tie between What If It’s Now? and Love Lost.
9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?
I think there are a few I thought would’ve gotten a little more attention when I first posted them, but by now, I don’t really think that anymore.
10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
FLUFF. I mean, I pretty much only write fluff right now; I just love it so much!
11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?
Oh yeah. I think I see myself the most in my RCD/HWU MC, Jackie. In the HWU Universe, she’s a film student, like me, and in both universes, she’s an actor, like me!
12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?
Finding the time to do it 🥲 Other than that, probably just get started. I tend to psych myself out, especially with bigger projects.
13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?
So. Many.
14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?
It depends on who it is, but I’d probably let them. As for what I’d recommend, it also depends on the person. Honestly, might just send them my AO3 and let them decide
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15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?
Probably more than I know! I’m sure there are plenty of authors who influence me subconsciously. But, I would say I tend to be influenced by classic novels like The Great Gatsby and The Picture of Dorian Gray.
16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?
Forever Sounds Perfect! I would love to just watch Ethan propose to Sydney 🥺
17- Do you write original fiction?
Yeah! I mostly do screenwriting, but I also do fiction and poetry writing.
18 - What other hobbies do you have?
Hiking, reading, and yoga!
19 - What’s your favorite emoji?
🥰 or 🫶
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Dusk til Dawn
Part 10
Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10.
Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.
Disclaimer: I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.
Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping
Gif not mine (please kindly inform me if anyone of you knew)
Y/n's really leaving.
It's the mantra that kept playing over Jessy's head like a broken record player.
As Jake dropped the call, you hadn't had the chance to spare them any more glances as you prepared your things. You had inspect the gun you have with you along with its ammunition multiple times already. You even took out a hunting knife and place it in a holster wrapped around the side of your leg.
She shivered at the thought you even had to use them.
When you confessed about your true self, what she said was true. Nothing had changed about what she thought of you. You're still Y/n, the one she had grown to care and love.
Yes, love. She knew love is such a deep word to use when she had only met you not too long ago. She believed before that finding love online is futile, and it was difficult to establish trust with some strangers she met online. Her boyfriend was able to cheat on her after years of being physically together, what more can someone from miles away where they'll be away from her sight and touch?
But when you came, all these doubts seemed to wash away. The fact you made her feel safer more than anyone else just by merely being on a phone with her, making her feel special just by asking her on a virtual date, making sure she's okay and the occasional sleep calls with you, none of the people she had dated made her feel the same way you do and you weren't even here physically.
There's no room for doubt anyway. Not when you had risked your life for this group many times already.
Now as she watch your back, ready to risk your life for the last time, she realized that you really are determined to go.
And she didn't have the heart to stop you.
She wanted Hannah and Richy back. She really does. But at the expense of you? That's something she finds hard to accept. She knew you were fully capable, but that doesn't do anything to ease her worries.
What if you get hurt?
What if you don't come back?
The mere thought clenches her heart so painfully that breathing felt like a chore now.
"Guys, please don't give me that look."
The cabin was so silent that the request that left your lips seemed louder than ever.
****
The next few minutes of preparation were a lot of crying on the girls and Thomas' end. Dan, well, his tipsy ass kept passing you drinks (that Lilly always takes away from you). You assumed that's his way to say 'Be careful.'
You appreciate what he's doing though. You didn't want to leave them feeling like this. Like they just sent you to your death and they can't do anything about it.
After leaving everyone's safety to Dan, you decided it's time to go.
You were surprised when Jessy volunteered to walk you to the porch. You assumed she wanted to say goodbye properly.
The porch was bathed in moonlight when you stepped outside, casting long shadows on the wooden planks. You turned to her, her red hair illuminated by the soft glow.
"Jess," you began. "I'm sor—"
"Don't," she sniffed, stopping you from your statement. "I'm sorry I'm making it hard for you to leave. F-for... for being selfish." Her voice cracked. "I just... it's dangerous and I— God. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry..."
You couldn't help but wrap her in your arms. You held her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You've got nothing to apologize for, baby."
"There's a lot. And a lot to thank for, too," she breathed, leaning into your embrace for dear life. "And I'd like to tell all of them to you once you come back."
"You mean..." Your eyes widened at her implications.
"Yeah... I'm letting you go." The way she lets out those words seemed like it's physically hurting her. She lets out a watery laugh, "and It's not like my opinion matters this time."
You couldn't believe what you are hearing. You leaned back to her embrace, hands carefully gripping her by the shoulder. Puffy, tear-filled eyes met your own.
But they are not begging you to not go this time, but begging you to come back.
"It matters." You reached out and gently cupped her cheek, your thumb brushing against her skin, eager to make your point across. "It sounds so screwed up and yet," you paused, your eyes boring into her own with great intensity. "you can tell me to stay, and I will."
Whatever may happen tonight is a huge gamble to play.
Lose and you will lose everything.
Win.
That's all there is to it.
Fight and win.
You can't afford to lose. Not now.
"No... No, Y/n." She shook her head gently, her touch on your hands warm and comforting. "We both know that's not who you are."
"Jessy..." Your eyes softened drastically.
"Save Hannah and Richy, okay?" She took hold of your hands on her cheeks, her voice quivering but determined. Despite the tears running down her cheeks, there was a fierce resolve in her expression. "If there's anyone who could do it, it would be you, Y/n/n."
Her words hit you deep, like a surge of energy coursing through your veins. She had an unwavering belief in you, and it only made you more determined to succeed. The lump in your throat grew, and you didn’t trust your own voice enough to speak without breaking. And so, you did the only thing you thought would convey your emotions best at that moment.
Leaning in, you brushed your lips against hers in a tender kiss. It was a mixture of longing and reassurance, a promise that you'd come back to her. There was a softness in the way your lips met, a silent exchange of emotions that words could never fully capture. When you finally pulled away, her eyes were teary but determined.
She tasted like salt from her tears, the faint sweetness of strawberries, and the familiar comfort of home.
"I love you," she whispered as you both separated, her breath warm against your lips. Your eyes widened at her confession, a mix of surprise and joy filling your chest. "Don't," she breathed, eyes still closed. "I'll wait for you to say it back once you come back. I just want to say it."
"You're no fair, Miss Hawkins." A watery laugh escapes you, and you couldn’t resist the pull any longer. You leaned in, capturing her lips in another tender kiss.
"Just want to make sure, Agent," she replied, her voice holding a hint of teasing. "Now go, save our friends, and come back to me."
It looks like you have to speed up the process because waiting for days to say it back is going to kill you, you’re sure.
Despite everything, despite the danger that lay ahead, you found yourself smiling.
You were still under the same sky, and somehow, that thought gave you comfort.
Everything’s going to be okay.
****
"Any updates on Michael's whereabouts?"
These were Jake's first words to you as he entered the car. You didn't have to look to know it was him. The same monotonous voice can be recognized from miles away. The heavy door of the car clicked shut, sealing the two of you in the confined space.
Oh, and of course. How could you forget? The guy loves his comfy hoodie so much, his mask, and his favorite beanie that his mom personally crocheted for his birthday. Even in these circumstances, he still clung to his attire like a security blanket.
"None so far," you settled on as a reply.
You started the engine once again and sped past the mini stop you and Jake agreed upon on. It was a little far from the cabin but it was relatively closer to Jake's hotel.
Tonight was cold and you wouldn't really blame Jake for his chosen clothing. However, this type of cold is something a warm coffee couldn't handle. It was the type where it send chills down your spine, you felt a sense of impending doom, not for you but for Hannah and Richy. Time is against you two and you know from experience that time is an opponent you cannot win against.
"You know you really don't have to do this."
"I have to. It is the best option we have. You have put yourself in danger for long enough. Listening to Michael's demand would be suicide. That is why I cannot allow you to go alone, but at the same time, I cannot allow Hannah and Richy to be in danger. They are both in the Ironsplinter Mine. I can almost pinpoint their exact location. I cannot say how long this will be the case." Jake's voice remained steady, his tone unemotional, though his words conveyed a sense of urgency and conviction.
"I didn't know you'd be this talkative personally," you chuckled. "But in all seriousness, I am glad to be doing this 'kamikaze' mission as Dan would like to say, with you."
"Indeed, we've come a long way, haven't we?"
"Yes, we have, Jake. Yes, we have."
The car ride continued in a comfortable silence. There was an understanding between you and Jake that didn't require many words. It felt weird but right in some way, like two puzzle pieces that somehow fit together despite being from entirely different sets.
Both of you are polar opposites. An investigator and a criminal. Who would have thought both would remain seated in a confined space and talk about the most random things.
If someone would tell you you'd be partnering up with a hacker and probably one of the most wanted criminals in this part of Europe, you'd probably give that person a glare of a lifetime, yet here you are with Jake.
Indeed, you'd come a long way.
****
"Y/n," Jake began after minutes of comfortable silence.
"Yeah?" You turn to look at him briefly, careful to not let your eyes stray for too long away from the road. You wouldn't want to have a repeat of Hannah and Amy's mistakes. The forest was dense, and the road was illuminated only sporadically by dim streetlights. With its numerous twists and turns, you couldn't afford any distractions.
"I wish to ask one last favor of you." He continued as he typed away on his laptop. The hum of the car's engine and the occasional tapping of his keyboard filled the space between his words.
"Sure, what do you want me to do?"
"I would like to ask you to tell Michael that you are on your way to the Grimrock." He looked up at you, his gaze steady and serious.
"Makes sense," you mused. Slowing down a touch, you pulled out your phone and started composing a message to Michael, ensuring to keep your driving steady at the same time.
You grinned at your own antics. You showed your phone to Jake, knowing he shares the same humor as you.
"Seriously?" He lets out a soft laugh, the subtle crinkles around his eyes giving away his amusement. "This should not be a laughing matter, however, I find it really funny."
You snorted, unable to suppress your chuckle. "I just can't miss the opportunity."
****
"I don't get it, you know?" You mumbled aloud, the words escaping your thoughts unintentionally. It felt like you needed to voice your confusion, even if just to the air in the car.
"Hmm?" Jake turned to you with a quizzical look, his attention fully on you now.
"Thomas is right." You muttered after a beat or two, your gaze fixed on the road ahead as the car continued its journey. The cave on the outskirts of Moonvale was getting closer with each passing mile. "I am literally the highest-ranking criminal investigator in the region. I don't get why you're all so protective of me. I am fully capable of subduing someone like Michael. I've been trained for it for years." You voiced your thoughts with a hint of frustration in your tone. "I'm just not used to it," you exhaled sharply, your breath carrying a mixture of resignation and confusion.
"Jessica cares for you," Jake responded slowly, each word carrying weight as if he was carefully considering the impact. "You can be Superman, and be all invincible and she'll still be worrying about you. You cannot take that away from her. The same goes for everyone. They have grown to care for you."
"But what about Hannah and Richy?" you countered.
He didn't respond immediately, his fingers still dancing across the keyboard.
"Just because they don't want you to go doesn't mean they don't care about them. It just means they don't want you to go, however, it wasn't really their choice to make as the situation still demands you to go. It's not really a matter of choice of who is more important than who, and who is more capable than who." Jake's gaze met yours, his expression serious. "Remember your question back then, when Jessy was attacked and you were ready to fly here?"
"How far is too far when it comes to saving a life?"
"Precisely. Life is life, Y/n. No one will be greater than the other. We do not want you to put yourself in danger just because you have the capacity to do so."
"And you're allowed to do the same thing?" You scoffed. You know Jake's response was logical, but it didn't quite quell your frustration. "Why can't the same rules apply to both of us? I have seen that they are mostly relieved to be knowing it will be you who will go rather than me. And I saw their distress when I decided to come along, too, Jake."
You wanted to say it's unfair because it is.
"Y/n, you cannot blame them."
"I am not. It's just not fair." There you said it.
"You have formed a bond with them. A genuine one, it will only be natural for them to be more worried about you." He tried to explain. "I have threatened them and invaded their privacy on multiple occasions. That's why I do not expect them to warm up to me the way they have to you."
You wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. If they have known you have access to their private data as well, would they have thought of you the same?
You don't even want to know.
You sighed. You're also being unfair to them, thinking about them like this. They have accepted you for who you are, and you having access to their private account seemed to be shallow compared to what you have done, and yet they turned a blind eye to them.
This is some fucked up shit, really.
"But what about me?" You spoke softly, almost to yourself. "You have formed a genuine bond with me. So, my opinion for you not to go doesn't matter?"
"It meant the world to me, Y/n. That you cared for me. But I have already made the decision to protect you at any cost." He said softly. "I have been on the run for four years. One event changed my whole life completely. I lost everything in a single night. My home, my identity. Every single person in my life, Y/n. There was nobody I could trust even though I did not want to."
"I am sorry to hear that." You let out a sigh. "I just didn't want you to think that no one cares about you."
"There is no need to be sorry," he replied, ruffling your hair, which earned a playful groan from you. "I knew what I was getting into. I made that decision."
"But that doesn't mean it's not hard."
"You do not have to sacrifice your life and career for me. I am already used to running away. I also knew you wanted a life here, with Jessica, and the others. I will not take that away from you."
You smiled sadly. Yes, you do want that.
But will the situation permit you? You're not entirely sure.
"Don't you ever have the desire to stay here with Lilly and Hannah?" You questioned back. "And live a normal life?"
"Of course, I do." He answered, eyes growing a bit distant. "However, I know it will be impossible."
"Can you maybe stop predicting things, Jake?"
"You and I both know how this will all end."
"Do we?" You challenged, a small smirk creeping into your features. "Maybe we should start trying for a few alternatives."
"What do you mean?"
****
"Well, here we are," you announced as you parked the car. The headlights illuminated the end of the road, revealing the entrance to the cave. It wasn't exactly a picturesque spot, with a glaring red "No Trespassing!" sign catching your attention. "Looks like it's pretty isolated."
Jake stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him, and took in the surroundings. The air was heavy with anticipation, and the looming darkness of the cave entrance only added to the eerie atmosphere. "Seems like no one's really allowed around here," he observed.
"Hmm, so I guess we don't have any choice. We're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way," you said, stretching your fingers and rolling your shoulders to relieve some of the tension from the long drive.
"By old-fashioned, you mean breaking and entering?" Jake quirked an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yeah," you grinned. "Cleo would be so proud of us."
A soft chuckle escaped Jake. "She does have a reputation for breaking in."
"Shall we contact the others?"
"Yes, that would be ideal," Jake agreed, his expression serious as he retrieved his phone.
****
"Hello?" you greeted everyone, your voice carrying through the phone's speaker.
From the other end of the call, a collective sigh of relief seemed to escape.
"Oh my goodness, there you are!" Lilly exclaimed.
"You've been gone for ages," Jessy added, her voice tinged with concern.
"They were only gone for a little over an hour, Jessy," Dan interjected. "Hey there, Sherlock and Hackerman. How's it going?"
"Oh shush it, Dan. One hour is long enough." Jessy shot back with a playful roll of her eyes. "How are things going, you two?"
"We have reached the Ironsplinter mine," Jake told them.
"Yeah, see this big opening with these do not cross tapes all over it?" You explained, turning your phone's camera to capture the scene. The cave's opening was imposing, shrouded in darkness and warning signs. "That's the entrance. We're going to have to cut through the tapes and climb our way through to enter."
"Yeah," Cleo's voice came through the phone. "So, technically no one should be allowed inside?"
"Exactly," you replied, a playful grin in your voice. "I can now see why you like breaking in."
A burst of laughter echoed on the other end of the call, most notably from Dan. "Good one."
"Seriously, Y/n?" Cleo can only facepalm in exasperation. "I was afraid Dan has already corrupted you, and it was only a few hours since you arrived here."
"Hey! I'm not that bad."
"Anyway, there will be instances where we will be suddenly offline, but don't worry. The reception here is just really unreliable as you can imagine." You informed them.
"I thought as much," Thomas chimed in.
"Thanks for the heads up," Lilly added.
"We're lucky to even have any reception at all," Cleo remarked.
"Be careful, both of you," Jessy's voice held genuine concern.
"We'll keep you updated as soon as we can, okay?" You assured them before ending the call. Turning to Jake, you said, "Now, shall we head inside?"
****
In the dim light of your flashlights, you and Jake ventured into the cave's mouth. The air grew cold and heavy, laden with dampness that clung to their skin like a shroud. The walls seemed to close in, the jagged rock formations looming like the teeth of some ancient, evil creature.
"Comfy," you whistled as the interior of the cave unfolded before you. If the outside was already pitch black, then the inside is pretty much the epitome of darkness. Outside, at least there was the moonlight to help you make out your surroundings, but inside? If you hadn't brought flashlights, you'd likely be navigating blind. "Creepier than I imagined."
"Well, considering its history, it has all the right to be called creepy," Jake mentioned while examining his map. "During my research, I found out quite a bit about this mine."
"Sounds like you," you playfully nudged him.
"I wanted to be prepared, just like you," he scoffed. "I'll handle the tech stuff, while you do your agent thing."
"Jake, I'm everything but prepared." You sighed as you navigated the uneven terrain, moving with cautious grace. Your steps echoing softly. The cave's floor was uneven, a mosaic of rocks and pebbles. Occasionally, you would need to clamber over a protruding rock or duck beneath a low-hanging stalactite. "I just want to get them both back," You added after a while.
"Since when did Dolos come unprepared?" he remarked, his flashlight tracing patterns on the cave's wall.
"Guess there's a first time for everything," you conceded with a shrug. The cave's darkness seemed to breathe, and an unnerving ambiance hung in the air.
"Dolos... the spirit of trickery, a master at cunning deception, craftiness, and treachery," he mused. The glow of the flashlights danced along the tunnel's walls as you both continued deeper into the cave. "I can see why you chose that alias. It has quite fit you apparently."
"I'm not sure if I'll take that as a compliment." You raised an eyebrow. Did he just call you a liar? Just in a metaphoric way?
"It is a compliment," he affirmed as he led you to a tunnel on the right. The narrow passage led you deeper into the heart of the cave, each step echoing softly against the rocky walls. "I was fascinated by you from the start. It's no secret that I have access to all private and public information of this group. But I do not have access to yours." He paused, his tone contemplative. "And I know you only let me access your phone because it's a dummy phone that only has your private messages with them, nothing else." He continued, his footsteps echoing faintly. "You know the basic tricks in hacking, and there are also instances where you've demonstrated advanced techniques. Things that a normal citizen wouldn't have knowledge of."
"I am a covert agent for a reason," you replied, your voice steady in the echoing tunnel. "As a master in psychology, it is easy for me to deceive my targets, which is a vital tool in becoming an undercover agent."
"What I am saying, Y/n is that you're the only one capable to subdue Michael." He paused for emphasis before continuing. "Play with his brain the way Dolos would."
"Roger that." You smirked. "Though it surprises me you'd known about Dolos a lot already."
"Maybe Dan is not the only biggest fan of yours."
****
"I must say, it's quite smart of him to use this mine to hide Hannah and Richy," Jake commented as you both treaded cautiously through the depths of the cave.
"Because it's so extensive," you nodded, the beam of your flashlight cutting through the darkness.
"Correct," Jake affirmed. "The Ironsplinter Mine has a total length of more than 60 miles. The main entrance in Terrendale has turned into a museum, with a part of the tunnels accessible to visitors." He gestured at different parts of the map. "However, most of the tunnels beyond that point are blocked off and in danger of collapsing. I'd estimate that Michael has about 30 miles of tunnels at his disposal."
"A perfect place to hide," you agreed, a thoughtful expression on your face. Then, a realization struck you. "Jake, what if he's been hiding here from the beginning?"
"Then we must assume that he knows his way around quite well," Jake said through gritted teeth. The tension in the air grew as you both continued your journey, maintaining a brisk pace while staying alert.
Your eyes scanned the surroundings, your hand never straying far from your weapon. Being ambushed by Michael Hanson was not a situation you wanted to find yourself in.
Suddenly, Jake came to a halt, his flashlight revealing a hole in the ground with a ladder leading down. "Looks like a shaft," you commented.
"Indeed," Jake replied.
"Let me just update the group."
With your phone safely secured in your pocket, you turned your full attention to Jake. "Anything else I should know before we head down? It felt like you deliberately left something out when talking to the others."
"It's kind of unsettling how you can pick up on that," Jake sighed. "According to my research, the ladders in this shaft go down for about 200 feet. In case any of the ladders are damaged or missing—"
"Hmm we're fucked, right?"
"I was going to say our plan will fail but I guess it's the same thing."
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Upon midway in descending the ladder, your phone began to vibrate incessantly in your back pocket. The unexpected vibration caused you to falter for a moment, your grip on the ladder tightening instinctively to prevent any accidents.
Once your feet were firmly on the ground, you retrieved your phone and checked the screen. It was flooded with notifications, indicating that you and Jake had been exploring the mine for a longer period than you had realized.
"We have to be thankful that the ladder was relatively stable," Jake mentioned, his gaze fixed on the map in his hands once again. "However, they have been exposed to constant moisture for years and are quite rusty."
"I think we should seriously reconsider using them on the way back," you remarked, a shiver running down your spine at the thought of relying on rusty ladders above a 200-foot drop. "The last thing I want is plummeting straight into the abyss."
"Right, especially if there are four of us."
"Is there any other way out?" you inquired, your eyes scanning the intricate network of tunnels that surrounded you. Without a map on hand, getting lost in these winding passages seemed like a very real possibility.
"Yes, there is. However, they come with some extensive detours."
You sighed, a sense of fatigue settling in. "Oh, boy... this is going to be one hell of a night."
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A/N: Hello! First of all, I want to apologize for making this fanfiction under WIP for months. I have read your comments and everything and I want to thank you for spurring the author in me once again. School has been a pain in my ass and it has been a hassle juggling life and boosting my GPA along with some personal issues. To make it short, it had emotionally and mentally burned me out to the point I can't even write anything. Not to mention I was bombarded with paper works so I really have to force myself to vomit words just to survive the semester so yeah, I think that sums it up. My apologies again because I have to cut this part out upon reaching 4.5k because I feel like the whole part will be far too long and I wouldn't be able to put a breather between scenes. The next part will be uploaded soon after this, don't worry.
Question tho: what are your thoughts on my writing style? Because I feel like I'm stretching out the storyline more than it probably needs, adding details that might not be entirely essential. I want to hear what's on your mind.
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What do you think of the idea in many miraculous fanfictions that the kwamis are the progenitors to folklore and mythological monsters (like a bat kwami being the progenitor to vampires, a wolf kwami being the progenitor to werewolves, etc)?
I personally like the idea that kwamis and miraculous had some influence to mythology and folklore and how it came to be, but they're not the answer to everything. This way, it does show they had some influence through history, but also establishes that there's other magic out there and not everything is miraculous exclusive. And you shouldn't want everything to be originating from miraculouses, cause the world is big, and there's a lot of myths and folklore out there, and in ancient times, these singular jewelry pieces could only travel so far and so quickly. Unless they go a route of there being multiple types of one animal (which I think would be too much), then there's not enough for an explanation for a variety of myths that pop up.
Also, the miraculous won't match with everything, like take Pig. Assuming Pig represents all pigs, boars, and hogs, well, this doesn't represent everything about pigs in mythology. Boars in Greek, the Celts, and in Europe in general represents warriors, hunting, battles, and aggression. Pigs also represent gluttony, laziness, and animals for slaughter; how does the Pig Miraculous work off of this? Pigs in China are also known to be symbols of wealth and prosperity, how does the canon miraculous work off of that? Or can Gift be more broad in what sort of gift is given? Or does Pig have more powers to offer to work off this? But, that would clash with Pig representing Jubilation so can't work off the aggression of boars.
Another example is Snake, who strictly works off Ouroboros in terms of power, but snakes are tied to much more than that. Snakes are heavily tied to dragons through the Chinese dragons, the Naga in both India and Thailand, Greek Python and Hydra, and Norse Jormungandr and Nidhogg to name a few. Snakes are tied to creation myths and rain, guardianship and vindication, life and death, healing and evil, all themes of duality; ect.. The Snake Miraculous doesn't work off all of that. It's just Ouroboros that it works off of, which is a theme that pops up around the world, but it's not the only one for snakes.
So, no, I wouldn't vote that miraculous are the answers to every bit of folklore and myth tied to animals. I'd go they had some influence though in shaping views.
Also offers a good reason on why miraculous were made, cause there was other magic out there, magic that humanity couldn't face and deal with, so miraculous were a means to combat against what endangered them.
It also leaves it nicely open to what myths and icons you think are tied to miraculous and what exists outside of miraculous, which I think it's more fun for the fans to speculate and headcanon and not confirm too many through history and largely stick to mythical figures, like Robin Hood could've been a Deer given deer are tied to archery and are swift and elusive.
Another example could be Sun Wukong. You could count Sun Wukong as a powerful being that exists outside miraculous and he and Xuppu could've been friends or rivals or both, or you could roll with Thomas' claim that he was a miraculous user, @nobodyfamousposts told me once they had an idea that Miraculous world's version of The Journey West was Tripitaka traveling to gather up scattered miraculouses, and the characters we see were the hero names, and the interactions seen came from Tripitaka and the kwamis.
So, that would be my ideal.
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Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U Masterlist
Self-Care Night: Jackie plans a self-care night for Thomas and herself. (RCD)
White Wedding: Jackie and Thomas make a big decision about their big day. (HWU)
Cleaning Up Bottles With You: Jackie and Thomas stay up late to clean up after a party.
Exploring: Jackie and Thomas bring their baby kitten home and let her explore.
It's About Damn Time: Jackie struggles with a TikTok dance, only to learn she just needed the proper moral support.
Dad Bod: While Jackie is pregnant, she isn't the only one gaining weight.
What If It's Now?: At the end of her final year of university, Jackie is at her wit's end. With only one week left, she's willing to work through her anxiety despite her physical symptoms. It isn't until Thomas connects the dots that the couple realizes there might be something more going on. (HWU)
History Hates Lovers: When the baby is keeping her up, Jackie decides to spend the time reading a new book she received for Christmas. Little did she know, that book would inspire her next project.
Stay: When Jackie ends up too drunk to go home, Thomas request that she simply stay. (HWU)
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"You lost it. Well, we lost it."
Fictober 2023
Category: Fanfiction
Fandom: Downton Abbey
‘Bloody waste of time,’ Jimmy grumbled, peering under yet another sheet. ‘I mean how many clocks does one person need? The Dowager must have plenty.’
‘Mr Carson said it was special to her,’ Thomas said, lifting another sheet and scrutinising what was underneath it.
‘Can’t be that special if it’s been mouldering away up here for fifty years.’
‘Apparently, it was a wedding present but the old Earl didn’t like it. And it made a right racket when it chimed.’
Jimmy lifted up another sheet and paused. ‘I think I might have found it.’
Thomas dropped the sheet he was about to twitch upwards and crossed to stand beside Jimmy, both of them staring at the clock they’d been sent to hunt down.
‘That is...’ Thomas petered out, unable to find the words.
‘It’s hideous, is what it is. No wonder the old man didn’t like it. I mean what even are they?’ Jimmy asked, tilting his head and squinting at the small, crabbed figures adorning the large ormolu clock now uncovered in all its dubious glory.
‘Cherubs?’ Thomas offered, not entirely sure he was right.
‘Well, they’re not like any cherubs I’ve ever seen. They look demonic. Like they’d come alive at night and try to murder you in your bed.’
‘They’re certainly... unique.’
‘I hope it wasn’t in the bedroom. It’d put you right off your stride trying to do it while those horrible things were watching,’ Jimmy said with a shudder. ‘Maybe that’s why it got banished up here. The old fella couldn’t get it up until it was gone.’
Thomas cast a look at Jimmy. ‘I worry about you sometimes.’
‘What? Why?’
‘We’re looking at a late 18th century clock and you start thinking about sex.’
‘Everything makes me think of sex. Even your ugly mug makes me think of sex sometimes,’ Jimmy said, and then flushed as he realised what he’d said. ‘Er, I mean... um...’
Thomas rolled his eyes and shook his head, giving that a wide berth now they’d finally got back on an even keel after the fair.
‘Let’s just get this thing downstairs so I can get a proper look at it.’
‘It looks heavy,’ Jimmy said, curling his lip and eyeing the big, ornate clock, not relishing the thought of hefting it down several sets of stairs.
‘We can carry it in the sheet if we have to,’ Thomas replied, sizing it up.
Jimmy sighed and walked forward, taking hold of the big, ugly clock.
‘Jeez, there’s even more imps on the back.’
‘Angels,’ Thomas corrected absently, his focus on the clock.
‘Ooo, look, there’s a key in the back of it. Let’s wind it up and see exactly how much of a racket it makes,’ Jimmy said eagerly, reaching for the key.
Thomas snatched it away before he could touch it. ‘No, you might damage the mechanism.’
‘Oh, go on. Don’t be a spoilsport,’ Jimmy whined.
‘No. Let’s just get it downstairs first.’
‘Oh, come on, let’s set it off.’
‘No.’
‘Don’t you want to see why the old man hated it so much?’
‘I’ve got eyes, Jimmy. I can see why he hated it.’
‘But it might sound even worse than it looks. Don't you want to hear whether it sounds like a chicken with the pip or a banshee? Give me the key and I’ll wind it up.’
‘No. I don't care what it sounds like.’
‘Oh, go on. Think of it as our reward. ‘
‘Our reward? For what?’
‘For finding this monstrosity!’
‘No.’
‘Gimme the key, Thomas,’ Jimmy said, lunging for it.
Thomas took advantage of his superior height and held the key up higher. ‘No.’
‘Give it to me!’ Jimmy repeated, jumping up and grabbing for it, succeeding in accidentally knocking the key out of Thomas’ hand.
They both watched as the ornate, curlicued key fell, twirling through the air until it hit the floor at an awkward angle, bounced and slipped through a gap in the floorboards.
‘Now look what you’ve done!’ Thomas snapped.
‘You lost it. Well, we lost it,’ Jimmy amended quickly as he caught sight of Thomas’ face.
‘We? There’s no we about this! This is all down to you!’ Thomas hissed. ‘Neither you nor the Dowager are going to hear it chime now, are you? Are you going to be the one to tell her you lost her key?’
‘Not on your nelly,' Jimmy said, eyes wide. 'What are we going to do?’
‘I don’t know, Jimmy. What do you suggest we do?’
‘Prise up the floorboards?’ Jimmy said, looking doubtfully at the solid wooden planks.
‘Oh, yeah, genius idea. We’ll just rip them up with our bare hands, shall we? And then we can scrabble about in the muck and the mouse droppings under there to find the key. Then maybe we can put the boards back and hammer the nails in with our teeth, eh?’ Thomas said, making his irritation clear.
‘Well, what do you suggest we do?’ Jimmy retorted, crossly.
‘Lie, Jimmy. That’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to have to lie through your pearly white teeth. “Key, Mr Carson? No, there weren’t no key in it when we found it.” That’s what you’re going to say. Do you think you can manage that?’
Jimmy grinned, baring his pearly white teeth. ‘Course, I can. Easy peasy. Never saw no key, no, siree.’
‘Good. Don’t cock it up.’ Thomas shook the sheet out. ‘Now help me put it on this sheet. I don’t fancy having those imps glaring at me all the way downstairs.’
‘Angels, Thomas,’ Jimmy corrected, still grinning. ‘They’re angels. Like what I am.’
Thomas snorted. ‘There’s nowt angelic about you.’
‘’Cept my face,’ Jimmy countered, beaming at him. ‘And I reckon you think my arse is quite heavenly, too.’
‘Shut your stupid face and help me lift this,’ Thomas grumbled, ignoring that statement and trying desperately not to think of Jimmy's very well-formed behind.
Jimmy snickered and bent to the task at hand.
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Staar's Masterlist
welcome to my page! i'm staar. i like to write a lot of fanfiction and i have an unhealthy obsession with levi ackerman.
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dancing in the rain
persona 5
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baldur’s gate 3
gale
forgive me
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in a room all too familiar
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