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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 1 year

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Chapter Twelve: Oily Night Pt. 5

Without having to think anymore, Dolly immediately teleported back to Freddy’s apartment to get Dorian. Hughes jumped a bit when Dolly appeared out of nowhere where Freddy, thankfully, had already passed out from the tequila. Downside, Dorian had a field day doodling all over Freddy’s face after stumbling upon a permanent marker. Dorian clearly had an ‘artistic’ vision in mind when doodling on Freddy’s slumbering face, some sort of pirate complete with an eyepatch with a side of a tiger motif. As bad as the face doodles were, the only positive was the tiger stripes on Freddy’s beard. Dorian has been sitting on the arm of the couch, looking rather proud of the facial graffiti he had committed before scuttling off the couch the moment Dolly had returned for him. It was a relief and a moment of dismay for Dolly when she picked up Dorian; relieved the little clay monster was alright and dismayed over Freddy’s reaction upon seeing his makeover in the morning. Hughes had done an excellent job on situating Freddy on the couch with a bucket close by for him to use. Ruffling his hair, Hughes looked over to Dolly as she held Dorian who was acting like a little angel despite everything.

“I take it Envy gave you trouble about going to sleep?” Hughes asked as he sat on the chair to relax a bit. “Pretty much, though, we both agreed upon wanting Dorian to come with us for the night.” Dolly positioned her arms a bit more comfortably as she held Dorian after giving her response.

“I would be inclined to agree with the sentiment, Dorian made a rather concerning fast work on Freddy’s new look.” Hughes glanced casually at Dorian who kept up the ‘I’m a completely innocent little angel’ face.

“Dorian is a pretty quick little guy when he wants to be. I’m honestly surprised we hadn’t gotten any noise complaints yet from before and just now with the screaming fit.” Dolly briefly mentioned, realizing how weird it was that there were never any sound complaints before. “To be fair, there was a running joke about this apartment complex being a murder building due to the immense soundproofing it had undergone some years back.” Hughes said casually as his hand instinctively reached up to adjust before realizing he has no glasses. “Seriously? Though this would explain why Freddy would take up a lease living here, he hates hearing outside noises.” Dolly admitted, though she was rather concerned with the fact the apartment complex was being jokingly called a ‘murder building’.

“Yeah, it didn't help matters much when they found a body in the building. I probably shouldn’t be talking about this at night, it’s a bit gruesome if memory serves.” Hughes gave a bit of a shudder upon recalling the event from all those years ago.

“I don’t blame you, especially what happened earlier. I’ll be teleporting back to keep an eye on Envy now that I have Dorian in hand. I wish you the best of luck with Freddy in the morning.” Dolly made sure she had a good grip on Dorian before she teleported back to the homunculus apartment.

Envy had shifted a bit from the couch when Dolly returned with Dorian in arm. Somehow, regardless of being this puddle of organic materials, Envy seemed to have perked up in their demeanor than they had before. Gently, Dolly lowered Dorian to the floor and let the little green monster run over to Envy on the couch. It was a relief to Dolly that Envy was a lot calmer than earlier as she went to get Envy their hangover bucket to use. Dorian had cuddled up against Envy after kneading them a little bit like people dough when Dolly came back with the bucket and situated it close to Envy. There was a hum from Envy, looking ready to finally sleep off the alcohol after a night of failed murders and mentally scarring Freddy. With Envy relaxed fully after such a night, Dolly went to sit on the chair for a bit after having to stand around a bit and lugging around a mobile flesh disaster.

“Dorian was alright, though, he had a field day drawing on Freddy’s face.” Dolly began as she finally got to relax from the insanity. “Oh good, he graffitied on that Face Fur’s mug. What’d you draw on him, Dorian?” Envy sounded rather proud of the little clay monster’s actions. “I made him look like a tiger pirate with a permanent marker.” Dorian said in a proud tone and somehow learned to mimic Envy’s smug smirk. “See Dolly, take notes on how to act like a homunculus from Dorian here.” Envy instructed, satisfied by what Dorian said and apparently did.

“Wait, you’re declaring Dorian as a homunculus now?” Dolly raised an eyebrow at the sudden declaration. “He’s an honorary homunculus, Dorian has the right attitude for it.” Envy simply said as Dorian looked ready to sleep now after the mischief he caused.

“Alright, Dorian is an honorary homunculus.” Dolly conceded to the drunken statement made by Envy as she thought about something.

“Now I can sleep, I got both of my favorite boogers in here.” Envy spilled as they started to drift off from the tequila.

“Awww, you’re my favorite booger too.” Dolly replied at the oddly sweet comment from Envy who had completely gone silent, finally falling asleep fully.

“I guess getting a kind comment was what Envy needed to go to sleep..” Dolly said in surprise as she got up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Dorian asked as he watched Dolly from his kneaded Envy dough bed.

“Getting a blanket for Envy and then setting up a bed in the bathtub, again.” Dolly said as she opened up a closet and started feeling about searching for a spare blanket to use for Envy.

It was an oddly cluttered little closet for the sparsely decorated room with a painting of man eating polar bears as Dolly traced her hand along to feel any signs for some blankets. So far, her hands had licked some bones and books when Dolly felt something scutter across her hand. Startled, Dolly stumbled back a bit and not realizing the strength she was using, left a hole in the wall behind her after trying to stop the fall. Wincing at the accidental mess she made, Dolly was surprised to see that inside the wall was a paved over room, likely an old bedroom at some point. Not only had the hole busted through the wall, it broke through the door that had been there the whole time. The memory of the not too long ago conversation about this apartment complex being a murder building started looking less like a joke and more of a truthful statement as Dolly tried to get a better look inside of the hole, causing Dorian to jump off the couch to investigate. His little clay legs stomped a bit before coming to a full stop in front of the busted wall with a concerned Dolly trying to cover her nose up a bit at the oder inside.

“Can you see anything?” Dorian asked as he looked up at the hole in the wall.

“It’s way too dark in there to see..but I can smell something long dead inside.” Dolly whispered, hoping it was just a dead cat inside rather than the more morbid option.

“Lift me up, I have a better darkness vision.” Dorian reaches his two horrible little clay arms upwards to be picked up by Dolly. “Alright, up we go. What’s inside of the room?” Dolly lifted Dorian up carefully and let the co-booger take a look inside of the hole, a bit surprised with how heavy Dorian had gotten. “Damn, it really is a murder building, there’s people jerky inside of here.” Dorian said amused as he got a good glimpse of the corpse room inside. “Shit, how many?” Dolly winced, having a feeling it’s going to be the same deal with Freddy’s room as well. “Let’s just say if two is company and three is a crowd, then there’s an entire mob inside of there.” Dorian gave a bit of an appreciative whistle at how many mummified corpses were shoved into a small space.

“Great, we’ll have to make sure Gluttony doesn’t get into there.” Dolly said, not wanting to learn what a homunculus with food poisoning would be like after the drunk Envy incident. “But what about Envy? They’re impersonating the landlord and let’s face it, the old one was clearly murder happy.” Dorian pointed out, surprising Dolly a little bit at the rather good point that was made.

“Shit you’re right, we’ll have to talk to Lust then when she comes back.” Dolly said as she placed a hand under her chin to think a bit on how to tell Lust about the secret mummy room. “So it's tomorrow's problem then?” Dorian asked as he figured that would be the case for this entire situation.

“It’s pretty much tomorrow's problem. For now, let’s get it temporarily boarded up so Gluttony doesn’t get into it.” Dolly agreed as she started walking towards the kitchen to get tape and paper to cover the hole temporarily.

“Great, we get to sleep with a free mummy exhibit in the walls.” Dorian said in an amused tone as he followed Dolly to the kitchen. “Hey now, Freddy likely has a free mummy exhibit too inside the wall too as well.” Dolly calmly said as she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a roll of tape.

“Okay, that’s a fair point that I want to share with the Face Fur.” Dorian gave a bit of a sadistic smile at the idea of terrorizing Freddy with possible wall mummies. “...I should not have mentioned the Face Fur..” Dolly lamented a bit as she found the paper, wishing she hadn’t said ‘face fur’ from the start.

“No, but it’s perfect.” Dorian purred a bit as he gave that ‘innocent’ smile with a bit of malice mixed in.

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sailoreuterpe · 9 months

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My “Just Leave a Comment Fest” Tally: Day 3

@justleaveacommentfest Here are my stories for today!

in which kaiju guts were not part of the wedding vows

Say That You'll Stay

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star: explicit

the march girls

recycled soul

The Wise Man and the Fool

Genius

Nistar

for the kids back home (part 1)

for the kids back home (part 2)

for the kids back home (part 3)

Desert

Their First Christmas

Echoes of Stars

Emergence

(11/370 bookmarks, 4/X new or unfinished stories)

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discverred-blog · 10 months

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The Mummy 2017: What Have I Become.

#.#thedarkuniverse #themummy2017 #princessahmanet #sofiaboutella #themummy #SofiaBoutella #art #digital art #movies #fanart #fan fiction #supernatural #egypt #the mummy

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ickerokare · 1 year

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What would have happened if Imhotep lived after becoming mortal in Stephen Sommer's "The Mummy"? Get wrapped up in this short story where that question is answered!

#writing #writing community #short story #story #authors #fiction #fan fiction #The Mummy #mummy #Imhotep #alternate ending #goofy #life is hard #mine

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httpsuniverse · 8 months

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mr lover [ ben chilwell ]

— right where you left lover girl sequel, this takes place two years later!

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — romance, mentions pregnancy, google translated french . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵‍💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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watermelonlovershigh · 1 year

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You're a Little Too Loud in Bed (SMUT)

AN: this was loosely inspired by this tiktok. i instantly thought of writing a fan fiction when i watched it. and before anyone comes at me with negative comments, i would NEVER write a story where a child sees their parents having sex. that's very traumatizing for so many. this is as far as i'd go in writing something like this. let me know if you enjoyed!!

This story contains: sex, use of vibrators, crying child, comfort, reassurance, fluffy ending

{ dadrry - dilf!harry - husbandrry - soft!harry - 3 kids (2 unnamed, 1 named Masie [May-zee] ) - harry age 35 }

word count- 1,709

Due to the pleasurable sex you had with Harry, you accidently moan too loud and your daughter down the hall wakes up and gets scared that something is wrong with her mummy.

Harry was currently fucking you from behind. You're on all fours in the center of your king size bed, Harry standing on his knees as he thrusted into you. He had one hand on your hip and the other was reaching down, holding your vibrating wand to your clit to give you added pleasure as well as pleasure for him because the vibrations were hitting his balls with each thrust.

You were trying really hard to stay quiet because your kids were asleep in their rooms down the hall. But with Harry's long, thick cock pounding into your pussy and the steady vibrations attacking your clit, you were struggling with that. Even Harry was struggling to keep his moans at bay.

See, the two of you typically have two different types of sex in your sex lives. The sex that's more slow and anguished where you're all lovey dovey with each other. It can be done in the bathtub or under the covers. Basically love making. Which you'd say you do most often just because you both genuinely love feeling close to one another on levels other than physically, like emotionally.

Then there's fucking sex. Sex that isn't really love making but isn't too kinky either. You normally do positions other than missionary and add a couple toys into the mix. What you're doing now is what you'd consider more so fucking. When you make love you can normally keep quiet and allow your moans to travel into one another's mouths from sloppily making out. But with sex in doggy position with a vibrator in use, it's so much hader.

When you feel yourself getting close, you shove your head into your pillow to try and conceal the moans that you know you won't be able to hold in any longer when you climax. Harry doesn't even need to ask if you're close because he can feel you becoming wetter and your walls are starting to seize up around his shaft.

Harry leans over your back and heaves in a seductive voice, "Come on, let go for me. Let go, baby." He was struggling to hold off on his own orgasm because you just felt so good. And he wasn't twenty-five any more. He's thirty-five. Fucking you in doggy really wears him out.

"I'm, Oh God," you start to speak but are cut off when Harry begins moving the wand from side to side over your clitoris to speed up the process, "I'm coming. Holy shit!" Your back arches upwards and your hands grip the bed sheets beneath you so hard you feel as if you might just rip a hole in the fabric. Your vaginal walls squeeze Harry so tightly that he begins to come as well.

Once you start to come down from your orgasms, Harry turns the vibrating wand off and tosses it across the bed. His hips stop their thrusting and slowly he becomes soft within you. You're both breathing heavy and have a thin layer of sweat coating your naked skin. Your knees give out which leads to you laying flush to the mattress. And well, with Harry still inside of your cunt, he comes crumbling down with you.

He carefully falls on your back so he doesn't hurt you and for a minute you lay together in silence, soaking up each others comfort and love. That is until you hear a wailing cry coming from down the hallway. "Fuck," Harry grumbles, not wanting to separate from your body but knowing he has to check on his child, "I'll go see what's the matter, alright. You stay put." He really hoped whoever was crying hadn't been sick because he really doesn't want to deal with puke right now. But he would if he had to.

With a kiss to the back of your sweaty neck, Harry slips out of you and begins to shuffle off the bed and towards his dresser to find himself some briefs and shorts to put on. You turn around and get under the duvet to cover yourself up at least a little bit. After Harry is dressed enough, he flings your bedroom door open and quickly travels down the hall to where the cries are coming from.

He comes to realize they are coming from your daughter Masie's room, who's five years old. Harry opens her door and coos gently while walking towards her little bed, "Hey loves, what's the matter? Why'r you crying, baby?"

Masie looks at her father and makes grbby hands, wanting him to pick her up. She's a bit too heavy to lift like this but Harry will do anything for his children. Once she's in her daddy's arms, she cries with her little arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder, "I..... I heard mummy screaming. Is she, is she okay?"

Harry has never felt more embarrassed yet proud in his entire life as he does right now. Embarrassed that his daughter heard you screaming during sex. Well it was more so loud moaning that you tried to conceal best as possible, but to a five year old, screaming is the best word she can describe it as. And proud he can still make you scream during sex.

Rubbing a palm up and down her small back, Harry coos, "Shhh, she's perfectly fine, lovie. Mummy wasn't screaming in a bad way. It was happy screams."

As Masie's cries slowly stop, she demands softly, "Wanna see mummy, please."

"Okay, okay, but she'll come in here, alright. Here, sit on your bed and I'll bring her in here so she can tell you she's fine." Harry tells his daughter while carefully setting her back down in her bed. He would have brought her to you but he knows you're not decent at the moment, still chilling naked under the covers.

Masie mutters out a quiet, "M'kay." and waits for her mummy to come see her. Harry quickly goes back into your shared bedroom with embarrassment on his face. You look at your husband as he enters and question worriedly, "Is my baby, okay? What was wrong?"

He goes over to your dresser to pick you out some clothes and answers, "Maise heard you screaming. She thought something was wrong with you and was just worried. Now she wants you to come see her. Here, let me help you get dressed." Harry helps you slip over your t-shirt, not bothering with a bra around the house, and pair of panties and shorts.

Right before you make your way to your daughters room, Harry whispers, "Guess m'gonna have to hold your mouth shut next time."

You turn around with a cheeky glare and retort, "Hey, it's not my fault you fucked me so well. Can barely walk and my clit is still throbbing uncomfortably."

Hand in hand you enter Masie's bedroom and she's just where Harry had left her. When she sees you her bottom lip quivers and she begins to cry again, probably from relief her mummy was okay. No matter how good of a fuck you just had, your daughter's well being is your number one priority and it kills you that she was this worried about you. Thank god you have a rule in this house to always knock on your door so she didn't walk in on the act. That would have traumatized everyone.

"Hey, my darling, mummy's alright. See, I'm okay." you say in a comforting voice as you lean down to wrap her in a hug.

With her face buried in your neck, she asks, "You screamed happy screams?" You snatch you head around to give Harry who's standing in the doorway a death stare. How dare he, but also how else are you supposed to explain to a five year old that what she heard was moans from her parents being intimate. I mean it's totally normal and healthy for couples to have sex but she's way too young to know that right now.

"Yes Masie, mummy was screaming because she was really happy. You know your daddy makes mummy real happy sometimes. Just like when something is really funny and you laugh loudly, well that's kinda like what mummy done, okay."

She nods and questions, "Can I sleep with you tonight, please?" She doesn't really get to sleep in bed with you and Harry unless she's sick, but on special occasions you'll let her, or any of your kids for that matter.

Hugging her to you tightly and lifting her off the bed, you answer, "Yeah, I guess for tonight it won't hurt. Harry, go um, fresh," you try and tell him without saying it out loud, pointing at Masie's covers, "change them." you mouth the last part. Realization comes across Harry's face and he gives you a thumbs up before scurrying off to change your bed sheets.

Though you did lay a towel down during the sex, just something about your daughter sleeping in the same sheets and duvet you fucked on feels wrong. To give him a minute to change the bedding on your bed, you carry Masie into the hall bathroom and help her use the toilet before she sleeps again. Of course she's potty trained but still needs help wiping sometimes.

Five minutes later you walk back into your bedroom to see Harry just now finishing changing the bedding. He turns around and speaks, "There's my girls. Come on, get under the covers and lets give each other cuddles." Your family is very physically affectionate people. You all love hugs and cuddling one another.

You set your daughter Masie in the center of the bed and both you and Harry slip in the duvet beside her. Once Harry turns the lamp off, you both sink down under the fresh covers more and slide over until she's right in between the two of you. You each lean down and place a kiss to her tiny cheeks before settling in the warmth of each other for sleep.

Right as you and Harry start to drift off from exhaustion, you hear a small, "Love you." coming from your daughters mouth. Harry and you both reply back with, "We love you, too." and then sleep finally takes over.

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httpfrr2 · 6 months

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So guys...

MY DAD has just got watching Bungou (Because he loves literature (he was always a huge book nerd at heart)) 🩵

So he really can't think of the characters with with original author's name, he thinks calling hot anime boys with IRL author's name sounds weird... (luckily he doesn't know what fan fiction is...) So he either calls them by the main character of their respective novels , for example he sometimes calls dazai, yozo or fyodor, raskolnikov. Or he just comes up with funny nicknames or phrases for the characters... Here are some of them.

Atsushi: The kitty cat with soul crushing trauma

Dazai: The run away egyptian mummy.

Kunikida: WILL die a virgin despite having the best ass know to womankind (Yesss, he literally called kunikida that a few times, it sounds weird in english tbh)

Chuuya: Has not emotionally matured since the age fifteen / anger issues / has a swearing problem / probably popular with the ladies [no that's dazai, dad...] / ginger bread guy / puss in boots

Akutagawa: had an emo phase, still not over it / the asthma dude with a hot sister

Yosano: FINE, she is FINE AS FUCK... (he says she reminds him of my mom... lmao)

Kyouka: The most badass fourteen year old to ever exist

Higuchi: She is a BLONDE and knows how to use a GUN? Akutagawa has no taste, I would've gone crazy...

Gin: Best girl

Tachihara: Suffers from bipolar

Hirotsu: Average mafia baby sitter.

Kenji: Walking talking breathing nightmare (He is so scared of kenji for some reason...)

Fukuchi: Nasty old man / Put this grandpa in a Fucking Nursing House and give his old ass sword to a museum where it truly belongs.

Fyodor: He is to blame for literally EVERYTHING

Nikolai: He is so concerned with the fact that I love nikolai, he was speechless / Murderous bird keeper / A literal kakatoo (Nikolai looks and behaves similar to a kakatoo in his opinion)

Sigma: He needs to adopted into a good family / three year old girl play Uno with a bunch of terrorists

Fukuzawa: Is His Favourite Character...

💙💚💕

He just silently observed the tanizaki siblings...

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Anything Is Possible (7)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV series)

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, brief smut, violence, mild sexual assault references, graphic depictions of being burned alive, character death.

Summary: From the imagine, “Imagine you and Guy are in love but you are to be married to someone else. It feels like everything is keeping you apart."

Comments: If you would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please let me know. Lord Edmund is based off Arnold Vosloo (from The Mummy)

This is the final part! :) Enjoy.

It felt as if the whole room went quiet around you; your intense fear and dread blocked everything out. Everything was running in slow motion and ice raced down your spine. This was it! Life as you knew it was over. Your whole existence would be under Lord Edmund's control. Nothing would be simple anymore, and of course you'd be pulled away from Guy and your family. There was no way that Edmund would be considerate enough to let you visit your family.

The priest cleared his throat and you looked up at Edmund. The man made you nauseous and your blood ran cold at the very sight of him. The thought of him touching you made your skin crawl.

In the second row, Guy stared at what was happening before him. He felt powerless, unable to move. Mary had slipped into the pew behind your mother, he noticed. What had gone wrong?

The priest began to speak but your whole body shaking made it impossible for you to even hear any of the words. Both your names were spoken, and then Edmund presented a ring. It was as if you were in water, drifting in your own mind, only able to see the world from the outside but not control anything.

"Do you take this man to be your husband?" the priest asked.

You didn't answer.

He asked again. And this time Edmund's eyes grew black in anger and his lips scrunched together in frustration.

Guy knew he had to do something, but just as he was about to move, the adrenaline starting to pour through him, someone raced out from the front pew towards Edmund. A shout hit the air and Edmund gasped loudly, falling to the floor with a dull thump. Guy shoved through the small, gathering crowd to get to the front, only to see your father stabbing Edmund multiple times, forcing the blade in the dead man's body over and over. Your father called out like an animal, howling into the air.

Guards grabbed your father and dragged him off Edmund's bloody body, pulling his hands behind his back.

Your mother raced to you, holding you tight. Your body was still shaking inside her grip, and you began to sob uncontrollably against her. A floodgate opened, and all the emotions poured outward. You held your mother so tight, terrified of losing her.

Around the room and a small commotion had broken out. Three women had passed out and a group of men were hovering over Edmund's body, trying to conceal it from the view of the wedding guests. Two lords from neighbouring towns had raced to the side of the room and vomited.

By now and Guy was able to move. His fight or flight response had enabled him to run to you.

Your mother let you go, letting hold you. He kissed your head, telling you everything would be alright.

The Sheriff was still stood in the same position, gobsmacked and speechless at the whole affair that had unfolded. His eyes fell upon the guards who were holding your father, who hadn't put up much of a fight. He was well aware of his fate now. "Take him to the dungeon," Vaisey said finally.

***

Back at your home, and you sat in the kitchen area with your mother and Guy. Images of Edmund's face as your father's knife plunged into his back would not leave you. You could still hear Edmund's gasps as the breath left him. You could see the blood seeping across the stone floor.

Guy held your hand across the table, noticing that your eyes had not moved from the floor. "My love?" he whispered.

You looked up, tears welling in your eyes. Gradually the tears dripped down your cheeks. "What happened?" you asked stupidly. "I just...."

Your mother sighed and sat down opposite you. "Your father did what he needed to do," she said, giving you a smile. "He's not the coward I once thought he was."

"And now he faces the noose because of me," you said quietly.

Guy smirked at you and tilted his head to the side. "You forget the influence that I have in the castle. We know that a couple of the guards are on our side; we can easily make it look like an escape."

"But father won't be able to come back home. You'd have to leave Nottingham." You looked towards your mother, startled. Then you grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Please..."

"You have Guy now to look after you. And once your father and I have found somewhere to call home, we will send word to you and your sisters. Do not fear." Her dark eyes held so much love for you in those moments. "You'll always be my angel."

***

Six weeks later and you had taken over your parents' old home. Your mother had 'disappeared' suddenly and your father had apparently 'escaped' from the jail on the night of his imprisonment. Neither of them had been heard from or seen since.

You woke early one morning, your husband sleeping beside you. Your eyes scanned the room and then fell upon the window. You smiled, thinking on all those times that your now-husband's face had appeared there. Considering that Guy had always been known by the townsfolk as The Man In Black, he was the light in your life. He was your source of strength and peace.

Slipping from the bed, you walked out of your room, being careful not to wake Guy and began to start a fire for the kettle to boil. The sun was rising now, with golden light pouring through the window.

Something light-coloured caught your eye and you looked down to see an envelope pushed under your door. You leaned down and picked it up, seeing the names Sir and Lady Gisborne written on the front in beautiful, black writing. There was only one person who had written this letter. The woman whose handwriting you had always admired. The woman who had bore you, raised you, and helped save you.

A shuffling came from behind you and then you felt arms lock around your waist, drawing you back. "Good morning, my wife," he whispered sleepily, smiling as he smelt your hair. He said those words every morning, still feeling pangs of excitement as they slipped off his tongue.

"A letter for Sir and Lady Gisborne," you giggled. "Just a shame that they aren't aware of the little one, but they will be soon."

Guy's hand caressed your stomach and he sighed against you.

The nausea had begun two days after your intended and interrupted wedding to Lord Edmund. And now you had stopped your monthly bleeding, which could only mean one thing.

If there was thing you had learned, it was that even in your darkest moments, anything is possible.

-Fin-

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How could I go about writing an 'enemy of the week' type story? Moreso looking for ideas on the enemies themselves I guess

Enemy-of-the-Week Story

How you would go about writing this depends on the type of story you want to write... is this a short story? Fan-fiction? Novel or novella? Serialized fiction? Also, what genre? You need to know these things before we can talk about how you'd go about writing it or get ideas for enemies.

Structuring: We'll start here since this is more or less the same regardless of genre and whether it's fan-fiction or original fiction. If you're writing a short story, long fiction, novella, or novel, you will need to consider the structure of this story and how these different enemies are doled out in relation to the structure. My suggestion would be to have a Big Bad that all or most of these enemies are related to, so all of these smaller enemy confrontations lead up to the big climactic confrontation with the Big Bad. If you're doing a serialized story, on the other hand (where you post a chapter every so often), you can do it as a series of self-contained "episodes" where a different plot leads to them fighting a different Big Bad. And you can take a nod from TV here if you wish, and still have a Big Bad who many of the enemies turn out to be related to, but with episodic fiction it's not necessarily as important to have that over-arching connection if it isn't needed to tie the story together. For example, if your characters are supernatural hunters who travel the world fighting bad supernatural creatures, it makes sense that all of these enemies could be unrelated.

Fan-Fiction: I'm guessing this isn't a fan-fiction story since you probably would have mentioned it, but in case anyone else is interested, if you were writing a fan-fiction enemy-of-the-week story, you would look to canon for ideas about the types of enemies to use. Look at where the canon enemies usually come from for ideas, or look to the canon world for possibilities. Even the genre can give you some clues about the type of enemies your characters might face.

Short Story/Long Fiction/Novella/Novel: If you're writing a short story or long fiction, particularly if you're writing a novel, you will definitely need some type of cohesion with these enemies. So, once again, you will want most of these enemies to relate to a Big Bad that is eventually faced off against in the climax. However, you can still sprinkle in some unrelated enemies if it makes sense for your characters to encounter them.

Where to Get Ideas for Enemies: Genre and plot will be the clue as to what type of enemies these characters face. For example, if you're writing a supernatural fiction where the characters are hunters who hunt bad supernatural creatures, you know the majority of enemies they face will be supernatural. One place to get ideas would be to look up lists of supernatural creatures, mythological creatures, etc. and choose some that sound interesting or make sense for your story. For example, in Legacies, a spin-off of The Vampire Diaries, supernatural students attending a supernatural boarding school were frequently threatened by a variety of bad supernatural creatures (most of whom were henchmen of the current Big Bad.) They dealt with everything from bad vampires and malevolent gods to mummies, dryads, and gargoyles.

Another place to get ideas would be your story's plot... who are your characters and what is causing them to face all of these different enemies? That would be your clue as to what type of enemies they might be facing. For example, if they're security guards who are guarding an industrial royal family, the enemies they face will probably be people who want to steal from, exploit, or harm this family. Finally, you can look to other stories like the one you want to write for enemy ideas... not to take the ideas, but to get ideas for the types of enemies you could use.

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Dark Universe: Of Monsters and Men - B.1 - Ch.1 - Pg.3-4

Original Concept By Victoria (AKA Dawn's Edge)

Art By Rover Studios.

Story and Art cleanup by me.

This is a fan-comic inspired by the scrapped Dark Universe concept. You can read on Webtoon or Comic Fury.

also I have a twitter now!

And for those asking, yes I'll be using Japanese SFX. Absolutely no reason other than I think it looks cooler and I like it better than english word SFX.

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Kitchen Disasters (H.S)

The following fan fiction is based on this idea. I hope you like it because I definitely had fun writing this.

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Harry’s attempt at making Mother’s Day lunch.

Warnings: mentions of food and swearing.

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What is he thinking? He can’t cook to save his life. Sure, he knew how to bake when he was a mere sixteen year old but now he simply can’t. Admittedly, you are the cook in this relationship.

‘Come on, man, you’ve got this. Get it together.’

With the mantra repeating in his mind, he gets to work. Thank god, you weren’t awake to see the disaster that was about to ensue. You would’ve had his head served on the platter instead of the steak.

Harry wasn’t here for mother’s day because he had to fly out to Italy for some dress rehearsals with Allesandro and Harry Lambert for his upcoming public appearances. You wanted to go with him but having a six month old toddler and a four your old pre schooler wasn’t exactly an ideal traveling situation. Handing Harry the children the moment he came back, you trotted off to your bedroom for some much needed sleep. If you knew having two kids would’ve been this stressful, you wouldn’t have allowed Harry within a six mile radius of you. Oh, who were you kidding, its Harry Styles. No one can resist that narcissist’s charm.

“Where’s the bloody pan? Y’shouldn’t have bought a damn mansion. Who needs one anyway?” Clattering of the silver is possibly echoing throughout the kitchen but he cannot bring himself to care. Harry’s main concern is finding the right utensils for his venture. You were going to get a steak, no matter what. You deserved a nice lunch for taking care of your children alone when it was both of yours’ responsibility.

The cabinets are thoughtfully organized because let’s admit it, you are a bit of a control freak. Rummaging through them really makes a mess but he is nothing if not a man on a mission. Once he finds the right cabinet, he jumps, forgetting he is six feet tall in all the excitement.

‘Ow! (Y/N) always told y’to close the cabinets. Y’should listen to her but please god, don’t let her notice this bruise. She’ll be t’smug.’

Taking out the frosted meat from the freezer, he dumps it right into the frying pan. The meat is already defrosting a little bit so he figures it shouldn’t be a problem.

‘Hmm, should I use the sauce pan instead, don’t want the oil t’spill.’

The transfer proves a little difficult when the steaks keep slipping out of the tongs and onto the marble tops.

‘These bloody steaks need a spankin’, I swear.’

The olive oil is thankfully right besides the stove so he didn’t have to go on another wild hunt. After spraying a generous amount into the sauce pan, he has one more task to achieve: turning the stove on.

Tick, tick

“Daddy, y’need to use the gun.”

“Huh, wha’?” There at the entryway, stands your mini replica with a slight frown on her face. The folded arms, the foot tapping, and the glare hauntingly reminds Harry of his wife. Maybe it would’ve been better if you had busted him. Atlas was a stickler for rules and cleanliness even at the mere age of four which is not exactly an ideal thing for the beloved rockstar. You aren’t the only woman that bosses him around the house. From the moment Atlas learnt to walk, she was already organizing her stuffed animals and having proper tea parties with her parents. She wasn’t the one to mess around with and now, right in this moment, she is definitely pissed off at the sight of the messy kitchen with the open cabinets and the cutlery haphazardly thrown on the floor.

“Y’gotta light it up, daddy.”

“But it’s electrical, pet.”

“Mummy lights it up w’this.” Handing him a gas lighter, she stares him right in the eyes with an annoyed glare.

“Th- Thank y’darling. Guess it’s not electrical, then.” He knew he wasn’t helping his case but he was breaking under her intense gaze. In the trials of parenthood, he has found nothing to be scarier than the glare of his four year old .

“Daddy, Arty threw her binky at me and woke m’up.”

Sighing, he turns the stove on and starts taking milk out of the refrigerator. He just knows that Artemis is going to be in one of her moods and that the nap hasn’t worked. Now, he has two cranky babies instead of one. Just great.

“Y’want a pouch, baby?”

The chubby finger came onto her chin because this was such a big decision. Well, it was a big decision for a four year old. “Applesauce, please.”

“Thank yeh for using your manners, darling.”

Atlas moves towards the living room with the pouch tucked between her puffy lips. Walking towards Atlas’s room, he was glad that he had put pillows around the bed for both of them because Artemis was rolling towards the corner. She has been mobile from the past one month and it has been one hell of an experience. Every single day, she tries to find new ways to escape her crib and injure herself in the process.

“Come on, li’l monkey. I bet you’re hungry.”

“Dadda! Dadda!” The feeling that comes with this one word has never gotten old and for this, Harry has only one person to thank: you.

“Yeah, ‘m your daddy. Come on, let’s get y’fed up.” Softly gazing at her as she peacefully sucks on her bottle, Harry thinks back to the first time he met you. A journalist running into him during the Grammy Awards. Harry has never been glad that his thousand dollar suit was ruined because he met you through that incident. You are still as feisty and ferocious as you were back then. Really keeping the relationship alive.

Seeing his little creation flapping her feet around and fervently sucking on the bottle, he starts his one sided conversation.

“It’s just tha’ yummy, li’l monkey.”

“I understand, I’ve tasted it as well.”

“Your mummy’s amazin’, isn’t she?”

“Love m’three girls so much.”

Time flies by when he is with her because she is a perfect mixture of both you and him. This little girl came into the world very early and there was a heavy chance that she might not have survived. However, she fought her way through this world and here she is, safe in his arms. To imagine a life without one of his girls is more painful than a knife stabbing at his heart.

“Daddy, somethin’ is burning.”

“What are y’talking about?”

“The smell, daddy.” Sometimes it really felt like she was the parent in this dynamic.

“Oh shit!”

“No cursing, daddy!” Correction: she is the parent in this relationship.

“Sorry, pet. Let’s go downstairs and see if mama’s lunch is alrigh’.”

Harry should be thankful that Atlas is listening to him today because she does not move from her seat while he tends to the charred meat. Artemis keeps looking at her father with curious eyes as he runs around the kitchen to find a cloth. He doesn’t want the fire alarm to go off and wake you up.

“Daddy, whatcha lookin’ for?”

“A cloth, baby.”

“Why?”

“For t’alarm.”

“Y’can open the window.” Halting in his steps, he does not acknowledge her statement and just goes to open the window above the sink. No need to give her the satisfaction.

’This meat can be salvaged. She’d just ‘ave to chew a li’l bit more.’

Next come the mashed potatoes because no one likes to serve steak without them. The only problem is that he didn’t know where the potato peeler is so he has to use the knife. Towards the end, there are not many potatoes left to boil. But they have to do because he is running out of time. Soon, the potatoes are boiled and Harry gets to working on them.

‘The potatoes shouldn’t be stained. Did (Y/N) use water in the mashed potatoes? I think she did. They’ll be t’dry without it.’

A whole stick of butter is thrown into the pot along with five tea spoons of salt. The pepper, on the other hand, is a totally different case. The container does not budge and he knows his trainer would have his ass if he could see the struggle right now.

The cap twists unexpectedly and the powder directly flies into his eyes. “My eyes! Oh, m’eyes!”

Running to the sink, he tries to open the faucet but he can’t open his eyes to see a damn thing. After several tries, the water starts coming but it doesn’t really help matters.

“Daddy, I don’t think y’should cook.”

“Thanks, pet.” He knows that a four year old doesn’t understand sarcasm but he can’t help himself.

When it doesn’t seem like his eyes will melt, he goes towards the stove and slowly starts working on the mashed potatoes. Safe to say, he is afraid of another disaster.

Hot potato, hot potato

Potato, potato, potato

“That’s our song, daddy!”

“Oh, that’s where I heard it.”

“Daddy, dance?” A small tradition between the duo is to dance on the Wiggles’ song. It has been there since she took her first steps and Harry silently hopes that it will never go away.

“Always, baby.”

Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti

spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti

Spinning around the kitchen, he can’t help but look at his daughter with utter love and devotion. She is his second love after you and she made him a father. The feeling of holding a bundled up baby for the first time was an experience he still cannot put into words.

Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy

“Arty, y’can do this with dadda until y’start walking. You better do, pet.”

“I don’t think she cares, daddy.” Again, she is right. Artemis appears to be more interested in fitting her whole fist in her mouth rather than looking at them.

When he is finally done with cooking, he doesn’t want to focus on the fact that the mashed potatoes are still looking a little slimy. He will just call them his special dish. Everyone has their own unique dish. Taking the tray in his hand, he walks upstairs with Atlas hot on his tail.

I'm on the roof

You're in your airplane seat

I was nose bleeding

Looking for life, out there

Reading your horoscope

You were just doing cocaine

In my kitchen, you never listen

I hope you're missing me by now

He has been singing his songs for a very long time in the house so Artemis isn’t even phased by it. The moment he opens the door, he sees you leaning on the headboard with your phone in your hand.

“I was about to come down-“ You were cut off by your husband’s singing and you weren’t going to complain. A free Harry Styles concert? Who would say no to that?

If I was a bluebird

I would fly to you

You'd be the spoon

Dip you in honey

So I could be sticking to you

The small shimmy that he does from your door to the bed tempts you to make a video of him. He looked so good in his simple grey joggers with tattoos on display and slightly tousled hair. An epitome of beauty, if someone asks you.

“Hi, baby. What’s all this?”

“Just to show a li’l appreciation for my baby mama.”

“H, what is this?” Looking at the tray, you can’t help but wonder if the food is actually edible.

“This is food tha’ I prepared with m’sweat and blood.”

“Thank you, baby but this doesn’t exactly look edible.”

“Y’have to try it.”

When Atlas comes sits beside you, you realise that your other daughter isn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Harry, where’s Arty?”

A realisation dawns upon him and he exclaims sheepishly, “Oh, that’s wha’ I was forgetting. Be back in a jiff.”

“Till then I’m going to try this out.” A sense of dread fills your stomach as soon as you cut into the steak. It didn’t look well done but you thought that it’ll be okay as you liked it medium-rare anyways.

“This is definitely raw.” Spitting the meat out in to the napkin, you tried to wash the taste down with water.

“Here’s the bub.” Artemis didn’t look up as she was too invested in biting onto his shoulder with the single new tooth that had made its appearance known a few days back. Excitement seeping through his voice, he asked “How’s t’steak?”

“Are you trying to give me salmonella?”

“Darlin’, isn’t that a fish?”

“Harry, it’s a disease.”

“Oh.”

“Please never help our kids with homework.”

Dramatically, he places his hand on his chest in mock offence. Although, he isn’t ashamed to admit that you are the smart one out of you two.

“Try out t’mashed potatoes. They are m’own recipe.”

Looking at him with a silent wonderment, you voiced out your question, “Isn’t there just one recipe for mashed potatoes?”

“Oh hush.” Taking the spoon from your hand, he feeds you a mouthful.

“Harry, it’s too salty!”

“But-“

Cutting him off, she put the tray aside, she pulls him closer, “Don’t fret about the food. Thank you so much for doing this, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s go out today and m’mum can take the bubs today.”

“Then maybe when we come home, you can show me your real appreciation.”

“Y’got yourself a deal.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

A/N: So I have been working on this for a couple of days and @peculiarpenman and @pettinesspersonified have been helping me with it. A big thank you to both of them because they are the ones who do most of the work. I have been currently obsessed with Harry’s album so I added one of my favorite songs into this piece. Hope you guys love it!! Do let me know. Love y’all!!

Like, comment and reblog.

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https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/20973036/william-lunged-harry-philip-funeral/

"'STEAMING & SHOUTING' William lunged at brother after Philip’s funeral and used secret code phrase about Diana, claims Harry"

PRINCE William twice lunged at brother Harry in a physical bust-up in front of dad Charles just after Prince Philip’s funeral.

Harry says in his new book Spare that a “steaming” and “shouting” William “grabbed my shirt” as the three of them held peace talks in the gardens of Frogmore Cottage in April 2021. ...

William told Harry: “I just want you to be happy” when they clashed at attempted peace talks.

But Harry, writing in new book Spare, claims: “My voice broke as I told him softly, ‘I really don’t think you do’.”

The younger prince also claims William invoked their rarely-used secret code, “I swear on Mummy’s life” — as tempers flared after Philip’s funeral last April 17.

Harry claims the pair and their dad Charles went on a half-hour stroll, arriving at a gothic ruin near Frogmore Cottage in Windsor.

They discussed his Oprah Winfrey interview from weeks earlier.

Harry claims he tried to reason with his brother and father, and wanted to discuss bullying allegations against wife Meghan.

But they weren’t listening, he said, and he was turning away to say goodbye.

He says William, who was “really steaming", shouted at him: “You never came to us. You never came to me.”

Harry expressed his feelings over their Megxit agreement being “violated” when William shouted he should “take it up with Granny”.

Harry wrote: "I waved a hand, disgusted, but he lunged, grabbed my shirt. ‘Listen to me, Harold’.

“I pulled away, refused to meet his gaze. He forced me to look into his eyes. Listen to me, Harold, listen! I love you, Harold! I want you to be happy."

Harry claims he fired back with "I love you too…but your stubbornness is extraordinary!"

He pulled out of William’s grasp but claims his brother grabbed him again and twisted him to maintain eye contact.

He says in the book: “Harold, you must listen to me! I just want you to be happy, Harold. I swear I swear on Mummy’s life.

“He stopped. I stopped. Pa stopped. He’d gone there.

“He’d used the secret code, the universal password. Ever since we were boys those three words were to be used only in times of extreme crisis.”

Harry, who while describing this encounter called Wills his “arch-nemesis” and pointed out his “alarming baldness”, said he was ready at that point to fly back to the US to be with Meghan.

He wrote: “Willy wasn’t quite ready to accept defeat.. ‘I’ve felt properly sick and ill after everything that’s happened and, and I swear to you now on Mummy’s life that I just want you to be happy’.

Harry added: “My voice broke as I told him softly: I really don’t think you do.”

The Sun on Sunday understands that William did hug his brother and told him “I love you”.

But neither William nor Charles have spoken about rows or behind the scenes at Philip’s funeral at St George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle.

Harry also claims he’s always felt he had to go on bended knee to William when asking for his help.

But he does recall happy memories of growing up with William and them blasting partridges on a shoot in Spain.

Harry added: “But now I saw that even our finest moments, and my best memories, somehow involved death.

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This reads like a bad fan fiction. Wow.

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