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Promised Part 16 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, physical fights, mentions of torture (brief), blood and violence, character death. Read with care!

Word count: 4k

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Part 16 - 30 June 1945

The N.E.W.T.s had gone by so quickly, it felt like all the preparations, all those years in Hogwarts and all the worries they had brought, had been of utmost exaggeration. Of course, they had been challenging, but what the Professors had said about them in advance, how hard and draining they would be, how nervous every student had been, made it even more curious afterwards. It had only taken a few days after all. Some days of your life, which would most likely be forgotten in a few years. Just like any other week. And all that fuss for that? Well, at least they were over.

Tom, Camille and you had passed most classes with the highest grades. Freda had gotten some outstanding grades as well and even Avery and Lestrange had qualified, if only barely. The final evening in the Great Hall was filled with a strange kind of melancholy for the students of year seven. You had done it, all of you. Seven years in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was like your first year had only gone by moments ago, you could practically still feel the sorting hat sitting on top of your head. But alas, all good things come to an end.

Final points were given to all of the houses and, to most people’s surprise, Hufflepuff won the cup. Everyone knew headmaster Dippet favoured Slytherin and Tom and Freda had surely given their own house a few extra points here and there, but Avery and Lestrange’s robbery from Slughorn had cost Slytherin too many points to recover from. All Hufflepuffs were overwhelmed with joy and Ben even ran over from the Gryffindor table to kiss Camille on the cheek while she celebrated.

Walking through the halls one last time was strange, you couldn’t fathom that you would leave the castle ultimately. It had grown to be everyone’s second home and it would always remain so in your heart. Sadly, there wasn’t a lot of time for grief, as the antidote for Mors Grano was finally ready and waited to be filled into a flask to be used the following day. Tomorrow, June 30th would be your wedding day. A day you had dreaded but still couldn’t wait for. A day that was about to change everything.

And there you were. In an old chapel north of Ramsbury, a small muggle town, where no one knew who you were. The Gaunts had chosen the place themselves and had only told your family where to go the day of, most likely to make sure you couldn’t plan to mess with them.

The chapel was dull, as was everything else there. No guests, not even a priest or a registrar to wed the two of you. Marvolo had told you that he was to do it himself. The place was so small, it wouldn’t have even fit a lot of people, but you still wished that at least Camille could have been there to witness. And so, with a heavy heart, you stood in the tiny side room, where Mother’s wedding dress waited to be put on, while Elsie, your parents and the Gaunts waited in the chapel.

“You alright?” Tom asked as he fixed his tie in front of the mirror.

You watched him as you approached the dress, your fingers brushing over the silk skirt. He looked great in his tailored black suit, white shirt and dark green tie, there was no way of denying it. Freda Morris would have been just as green with envy if she had seen him, but still, not everything was about looks.

“I’m alright,” you said and took another look at the dress. “I have to change now. Put this thing on.”

“I’ll give you some privacy in a minute.” He turned to the table in the corner where a few things had been gathered, including a box he had put there. “I brought someone.”

He pulled off the top and you peaked inside. “Nagini! Marvolo allowed for you to take her here?”

“He doesn’t know,” Tom shrugged. “And it would be better if it stayed that way.”

“I see,” you said as you reached out your hand for the snake to smell you. “Well, at least one of my friends is here.”

Tom wore an unreadable expression when he closed the box again, his lips thin as he nodded slightly. “Do you have the antidote with you?”

“Yes,” you answered and pulled it out from your pocket. The flask was the size of your palm, small and translucent. The potion inside shone through the glass like a silver and lilac gloss.

“Alright then,” he said. “Give it to your sister as soon as you can. I’ll wait outside with the others.”

When he closed the door behind himself you heard Marvolo nagging about what was taking so long, urging for you to hurry. The bastard made everything about himself again, even on your wedding day, which should have been the happiest day of your life. You pulled the dress off the hanger with force, put it on and used your wand to adjust it here and there to make it fit better. When you looked into the mirror, it felt like staring at a stranger’s reflection. The dress was beautiful, but you didn’t come close to what a happy bride should look like. Hair and makeup had been done in a hurry, nothing was as perfect as it could have been. No traditions, no extended family or friends, not even a banquet. But what had you expected? It was clear from the beginning that the wedding wouldn’t be anything like you had dreamed of since you were little. It didn’t have to be like this though. Not as marginal, not as a means to an end.

Three hard knocks on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Are you done yet?” Marvolo’s muffled voice called. “Hurry up!”

Desperation turned into annoyance and your eyebrows furrowed even deeper. What did he want now? “I need a minute,” you answered as you opened the door only an inch. “Elsie, Mum, can you help me with my dress?”

Marvolo mumbled a few incomprehensible words while the two walked in. To hell with him, he could wait for five more minutes before he would get what he wanted. And you should get what you wanted too. Right now.

Mother looked you up and down with a smile. “You‘re a beautiful bride, darling. What do you need help with?”

“Come,” you told them quietly and took Elsie by the hand, leading her to the other end of the tiny room, so that the Gaunts wouldn’t hear you. “I have to tell you something.”

The two looked at each other and then back at you, waiting for you to explain.

“I found something out a while back. Tom told me, he showed me. The curse that hit you, Elsie, it wasn’t sent by someone who wanted to attack Father. It wasn’t meant for Father at all.”

Elsie's eyes widened as Mother put a hand on her shoulder. “What do you mean? Why would you tell us that minutes before your wedding?” Mother asked.

“Let me explain,” you went on. “Tom showed me that it was the Gaunts who sent the curse. That’s why they found a cure so quickly. And why they didn’t heal her completely.”

Mother gasped faintly as her hand wandered up to her chest. “You mean…”

“Yes. They chose Elsie specifically so we would agree to their pact.”

“I… I can’t believe it,” Mother mumbled.

“They made me sick?” Elsie asked, her eyes as big and round as marbles. “On purpose?”

You nodded.

“But why haven’t you told us sooner?” Mother asked. “We could have-”

“I did as much as I could without attracting too much attention. Tom and I, we both assumed that the Gaunts wouldn’t even lift Elsie’s curse after the wedding. And even if they did, I wouldn’t trust them enough to let her drink anything that they would give to her again. So we brewed the antidote ourselves.”

You pulled out the flask and held it up in the air. Mother took it and examined it for a moment. “You brewed that?”

“Yes. Elsie, take it right now. You will be healed completely then and the Gaunts won’t notice anything.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Mother asked. “And what then? What are you going to do?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s safe. And then,” you looked at the door to the chapel and heaved a sigh. “Then I’ll get married. Stick to the plan.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mother said as she handed Elsie the flask.

“Would you rather have her drink something that Morfin brewed up? If he would give her anything at all.”

“You’re right,” she said and shook her head.

“Quick Elsie,” you urged. “Drink up and we’ll be ready to go.”

Elsie nodded as she pulled the cork off the flask, then put her lips around the opening and took a small sip. She scrunched up her face into a grimace. “Gross.”

“Sorry, princess. They don’t make recipes for strawberry flavoured antidotes yet. Now drink it.”

Elsie exhaled sharply, then threw her head back and let the liquid pour into her mouth. One swig, two. She had it down almost completely when suddenly the door flew open.

“Excuse me, ladies, what is taking you so long?” Marvolo asked, standing in the door frame, with Morfin, Father and Tom behind him. Marvolo stared at Elsie, who was just gulping down the last drops from the flask. “What is that? What did you give her?”

The three of you froze, staring back at Marvolo and the other men. Shit.

“Just her vitamins,” you said. “To make sure she’s well for the ceremony.”

“No, no,” Marvolo huffed as he walked in. “Give me that.” He took the flask from Elsie’s hand and brought it to his nose. “Morfin, come here.”

Morfin entered the room as well, took a look at the empty flask and smelled it. Father and Tom took several steps in too, filling up the room almost completely.

“Stop,” Marvolo ordered and held his hand up to Father and Tom. “I didn’t tell you to come in.” The two halted and remained standing by the door. “Now, son. What is it?”

Morfin inspected the remaining liquid inside the flask, shaking it to see the single droplets hanging inside the vial. One side of his mouth pulled up into a ghastly smirk before he spoke through gritted teeth, “Mors Grano antidote.”

Marvolo brought his hand up to his neck, fumbling on the chain that hung there. That must have been where he carried their own flask with the unfinished antidote. It was still there, which visibly confused him. He remained calm, wouldn’t dare to show that he didn’t know how you had done it, though his eyes had turned dark.

“You little bitch,” he spat. “Morfin, take the child.”

Morfin did as he was told, quicker than any of you could have reacted and pulled Elsie to the middle of the room by the hand, then stepped behind her, one hand around her neck, his wand in his other one, pointed right at Elsie’s head.

Mother cried out when she saw what had happened to her daughter and turned to walk over to her, while Father ran towards Morfin and Elsie as well.

“Stupefy!” Marvolo called, his wand directed at Father, who fell to the ground immediately.

“How dare you, Gaunt,” Mother screamed, voice breaking, as she approached Morfin. “Let my daughter go!“

“Oh please,” Marvolo merely sighed, raising an eyebrow. With a swing of his wand Mother was knocked out as well, her body crashing to the ground with a thud. “I would have spared you, woman,” he said and shook his head. “Forced me to do it.” His eyes met yours as he used his wand again and with one swift motion, whisked your parents’ unconscious bodies to the corner of the room. “I told you not to step in. No one’s making a move now unless I tell them to.”

Silent tears ran down Elsie’s cheeks, who was still captured between Morfin’s hand and his wand. You had managed to pull out your own wand during the turmoil and looked over at Tom in the doorframe, who had done the same.

Marvolo noticed the looks you exchanged and heaved a bitter laugh. “You two, eh? Partners in crime? And what do you think you’re doing there, girl? With your wand out. Do you really think you can defeat me with your schoolbook magic?”

You gripped your wand tighter to prevent your hand from shaking, swallowed down thickly and frowned. There were a million things you wanted to say, thousands of curse words you could have called him, but Morfin still had Elsie between his fingers. “Don’t you underestimate me, Marvolo.”

He clicked his tongue, let his head fall back and laughed wholeheartedly. “Oh, juveniles. Graduated a day ago and think they’ll conquer the world. Well, I got some bad news for you then. But first, you’re going to tell me how you’ve found out about Mors Grano. And how you got a hold of an antidote that isn’t ours.”

You didn’t answer and only looked at Elsie, who breathed rapidly, her hands holding on to Morfin’s grip around her neck.

“I see,” Marvolo sighed and turned his head towards the door. “Tom, would you give us the honour then? Come, stand next to your bride.”

Tom walked over silently and placed himself next to you, his hand gripping yours.

“Oh look at that,” Marvolo feigned. “Tragically in love. Now, Tom, explain.”

Tom didn’t answer, only held your hand a bit tighter and you could feel something cold inside of it, something metallic, perhaps.

“No?” Marvolo asked. “You don’t want to tell us? Well, then we’ll have to motivate you. Morfin, go ahead.”

Morfin grinned but didn’t point his wand at Elsie anymore. Instead, he pointed it right at you. “Crucio!”

The pain that rushed through you was unbearable from the moment it had started. Falling to your knees, you opened your mouth to scream but couldn’t hear the sounds that escaped you over the static ringing in your ears. A million knives must have pierced your body at once, and they scraped off your skin with rusty blades inch by inch, while your head hammered and stung as if a lightning bolt had struck right into it. Your vision had left you from the pain, everything around you had gone white and you only heard scraps of conversation between the all-consuming buzz that rumbled between your ears. Tom was begging them to stop, you assumed, but couldn’t concentrate on his words, as the pain threatened to crack your skull.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. You opened your eyes slowly, blinked a couple of times when your perception came back and felt a small hand on your cheek. Elsie kneeled above you, next to Tom.

“What happened?” you asked, your voice hoarse, while you sat up groggily.

Marvolo was still standing in his spot, looking down at Morfin, who lay on the ground, holding his leg with both hands. And attached to his thigh, was Nagini, pressing her fangs into him through his trousers.

“Nagini,” you whispered and as soon as you had said her name, the snake let go of Morfin and retracted.

“She crawled out of her box when he hit you with the curse,” Tom said quietly. “And bit him before they could have noticed.”

Tom helped to get you on your feet again and even though your legs were still shaky from the Cruciatus Curse, you stood in front of Elsie, to shield her from the Gaunts.

Morfin winced in pain and held his leg. Nagini’s venom spread quickly, Morfin’s thigh was twitching on its own. “Father,” he whined. “I need treatment. Help me get home.”

Marvolo looked down at his son, lips parted with an expression of sheer revulsion on his face. “Do you think I have time to take care of your little injuries right now? Suck it up.”

“But… But Father, I can’t feel my leg anymore,” Morfin panted. “I might die when the venom reaches my heart.”

Marvolo sighed and bumped his foot against Morfin’s leg, to which his son screamed. “Then leave.”

Morfin nodded, it must have taken all of his remaining strength not to pass out, and closed his eyes before he apparated, leaving only a few drops of blood on the floor behind.

“Now back to you,” Marvolo said and looked at Tom as if nothing more than a minor inconvenience had just occurred. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You know I can kill everyone in this room within a second.”

Tom still didn’t answer and placed himself in front of Elsie and you, which made Marvolo laugh again.

“Oh, boy. You’d sacrifice yourself? For this family and not your own? I know I’ve raised you differently. You’re a disgrace.”

“You want me to tell you everything?” Tom asked. “Then let me come closer, so I can share all of my secrets.”

Marvolo remained unimpressed at the thought - there was no spell he couldn’t counter. So he rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Come as close as you want, son. But keep your wand up, where I can see it.”

And so Tom went. One step, two, three, four, until he was face to face with his Grandfather. Marvolo still eyed Tom’s wand, gripping his own tightly. And then, Tom moved his other hand abruptly, jerking it toward Marvolo’s abdomen once. You couldn’t see from where you stood and only noticed when Marvolo looked down himself and opened his mouth.

“Imperio,” Tom said quietly while Marvolo collapsed.

Now that you could see what he had done, you put your hands over Elsie’s eyes, holding them closed. Marvolo was bleeding from his stomach and Tom held a bloody knife in his wandless hand.

“I’m just making sure you can’t apparate,” Tom said. “Like uncle did. The coward. I want to see how you die.”

Marvolo looked up at Tom, opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, tears edging on the corners of his eyes.

“No. You don’t get to talk now,” Tom went on. “Never again. You’re going to listen. And I’m even going to tell you what you wanted to hear. I found a way to tell her what you have done to Elsie. I stole Morfin’s book, and we brewed the antidote ourselves. Oh yes, before I forget, we also stole some Banshee tears from Morfin, while you were out. Scrook and Hokey were very helpful. I even learned some new things this year. Some of them from a muggle-born, can you believe? It got me thinking, you purebloods are so concentrated on magic, you wouldn’t even realise when I’d come up to you with a knife in my hand. And I was right. You didn’t. You called me a bastard so often and reminded me that my Father was a muggle. So I thought I’d remind you myself how much of a half-blood I am. Isn’t it awful dying the muggle way? So slowly, so weak.”

Marvolo laid to the side, impacted by the Imperius Curse and opened his mouth, coughing up blood, his eyes half-closed.

“And now, here we are,” Tom whispered. “You did this all to yourself. Good night, Grandfather.”

It took a while until you all had collected yourselves. Mother and Father had woken up some minutes after Marvolo had closed his eyes completely and you had brought Elsie into the chapel, so she wouldn’t have to see the body. Tom, your parents and you hadn’t decided yet what to do with Marvolo. You had thought about leaving him there, or to apparate him to Gaunt manor, where the elves would take care of it.

Mother joined Elsie and you in the chapel, so you took the chance to get some fresh air outside. Only out in the open did you notice that you were still wearing the white dress, now spotted with deep red stains. What scorn of fate it was to watch someone die by your groom’s hand on your wedding day. The door behind you opened again when Tom walked out. He had managed to remain composed better than the rest of you, despite what he had done.

He walked up to you, looking at the ground and only lifted his head when he stood right in front of you. A warm breeze brushed over your skin as the sun was setting. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. Physically, at least. “I think I am.”

Tom dipped his head once too and loosened his tie. “Are you scared of me after what you’ve seen?”

You looked him in the eyes, tilting your head slightly. His pupils were extended, brows sitting calmly above. “No,” you answered. “I would have done the same if I had to.”

He bit his lip and nodded, hands inside his pockets before he took them out, held you by your waist and kissed you. All the tension and stress seemed to leave your body for a moment, your shoulders finally relaxing and you wished you could hold on to him like this for hours. Tom stayed close for a moment, pressed his forehead against yours and sighed. “So,” he said as he took a step back. “The pact is done with. Elsie is cured. You don’t have to marry me anymore.”

A surprised gasp fell from your lips. You hadn’t even thought about that yet. He was right. “I guess I don’t.”

Tom pushed the tip of his shoe through the gravel, drawing patterns. “But I wanted to know,” he said. “Would you have gone through with it if this had turned out differently? Would you have married me and stayed?”

There was a moment of silence when you thought about it. What answer could anyone give to such a question? You liked him, yes, you would even dare to say you were in love with him. But would you have really married him this quickly if you could have decided yourself?

“Would you?” you asked, to which he smirked. The wind tousled his hair, just like when you had sat with him at the bench back in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. You pulled the engagement ring Marvolo had sent off your finger and handed it to him. “Why don’t you ask me? Properly, I mean.”

Tom’s smirk vanished. He took your hand in his, holding the ring as he inspected you. He opened his mouth but shut it again to clear his throat. Then he asked, “Do you want to marry me?”

A smile formed on your face, one that he didn’t mirror, as long as you wouldn’t answer him. “No,” you said, closing his palm.

Tom’s expression didn’t change, but when you looked closely, you noticed that the size of his pupils had decreased, his brows now hanging in confusion. He still held onto your hand but you could feel him trembling.

“Not yet,” you added, your smile still in place. “Not like this and certainly not today. Not on Marvolo’s terms. Not without my friends and not before we really get to know each other and both decide, on our own, that we want to do it.” You leaned forward, kissed him once and said, “So, ask me again in a year or two?”

And then, the rarest sight of them all, Tom Riddle smiling genuinely, was given to you. He looked so handsome wearing it and with the orange light from the setting sun on his face when he pulled you in.

“I promise I will.”

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datura-tea · 7 months

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i just realized something. my player characters with bethesda-mandated family (lone wanderer gwen and sole survivor sofia) are estranged from that family. meanwhile my couriers (moz, kiwi, and avery) have pretty good relationships with their families :) that's what happens when a backstory isn't forced to your character i guess!!

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gwen and james, though stuck in close proximity in the vault for 19 years, are as distant as can be. james has his work, his projects. gwen has all the turbulent drama of childhood and teenage life. they have their moments, but otherwise? nothing much. except for lectures and reprimands, they don't really talk, especially post-james and ellen's divorce. gwen has more of a relationship with ellen and butch than james.

their relationship gets worse topside, when after all gwen has done to get to james is pushed to the side because all james can think of is project purity. so after he dies, what does gwen do? let his pet project die as well. she doesn't even know what the passcode number is, when sarah lyons asks her. how the fuck would she know? her father barely told her anything. she didn't know ellen deloria wasn't her biological mom until after james divorced ellen and told gwen the truth. she's not even sure if he loved her for herself, or if he just loved her the way a parent loves their child - as an extension of themself and their values. now that he's dead, she'll never know for sure.

sofia has a good relationship with her family back home in the philippines, all six siblings and both parents and both sets of grandparents, and countless uncles and aunts and cousins of them. the problem is nate. and shaun, eventually. the thing is, sofia never imagined herself marrying a foreigner, much less a blue-eyed american soldier. she never would have married nate if he hadn't gotten her pregnant. but with abortion being illegal in the philippines, and with nate being "a true gentleman" in his words, there was little else she could do.

in boston, a shotgun wedding. which turned into a loveless marriage pretty quick, once the honeymoon phase wore off. homesickness. morning sickness. anti-asian racist microagressions from neighbors who've never met a filipino before, even though america annexed the philippines decades ago. a miserable life, freshly post-partum and friendless and jobless, all alone in a big house with only a baby and a robot butler for company. who wouldn't fall into a deep depression?

and don't get me started on shaun. sofia placed all her hopes and dreams and joys on meeting her baby boy and watching him grow up, teaching him tagalog and sharing with him all her favorite meals and memories. can you imagine how sofia felt, when he got kidnapped? when she spent her first year in the post-apocalypse relentlessly trying to find him? when she killed kellogg in her rage and grief over him? when, finally, they meet and he isn't a baby but an old man, the leader of the group she's looking to dismantle, and she realizes that he came from her but he's not of her, he doesn't know her and she doesn't know him, and she hates everything he stands for, but still she's his mother and she loves him but she'll never like him? can you imagine???

meanwhile: moz and her big family with her mothers dalisay and philomena, her big brother lakan with his wife guadalupe and their eight kids (all adopted), and her husband ulysses and their child ree, plus everyone in the painted hairs, everyone in their town whom she calls tito and tita and ate and kuya and bunso and totoy and nene :) nothing but love and understanding there!!

kiwi and their family of butchers and tailors - grandmother, father, mother, and brothers, all adept with shiny sharp things. strict but loving, in the "i want what i think is best for you" kind of way. kiwi would have stayed if their father didn't keep forcing the butchershop and their straight marriage to a family friend's daughter on them. honestly if kiwi went home, they'd find their father a changed man - he only wants kiwi to be happy, really; if wearing sequins and being the right-hand man of mr house is the key to that happiness, then so be it!

avery is an only son, raised by a single mother after his ncr ranger father died. he and his mother will defend each other to death - which is why avery set fire to his mother's asshole (now ex-)boyfriend's house when he hurt avery's mom. on the run, avery still writes letters home. he never leaves a return address until after he gains amnesty for his arson charge. by then, his return address is the lucky 38. his mom sends him one hell of a letter. the first thing he does after winning the battle of hoover dam is go home to his mom :)

#this realllyy got away from me lol #shh peri shhh #gwen #sofia #moz #kiwi #avery

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soulofapatrick · 6 months

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A Night To Remember - Greyson Hawthorne x reader

Summary: Greyson and you dance at Jameson and Avery's wedding

Words: 2k

Warnings: none

Notes: Requested by @blocked-zombieartist - sorry it took so long to get writing!

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the elegant ballroom of the Hawthorne Mason, the soft strains of music filling the air as Jameson and Avery take the centre of the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. The room is awash in a warm, golden glow, casting an almost magical aura over the entire scene. It’s a fairytale setting for a love that has endured countless trails.

Avery’s gown shimmers like moonlight on the water as she moves gracefully in Jameson’s arms. Her laughter fills the room, pure and infectious, and it’s as if all the stars have aligned to make this night perfect. I can’t help but sigh contentedly, overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment.

Just when I think the moment couldn’t get any more perfect, a familiar presence by my side catches my attention. Greyson Hawthorne, the enigmatic and elusive member of the Hawthorne family, settles into the seat next to mine. His presence has a way of commanding my attention, even in a room full of distinguished guests.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Greyson’s voice is soft, his gaze fixed on the dance floor.

I turn my head to look at him, and the corners of my lips curl into a small smile, “Absolutely, they look so happy.”

There’s a sadness to my voice that even I hear and I know Greyson hears it as he shifts in his seat, as if offering me his shoulder to lean on and I do just that. His shoulder is a solid, reassuring pressure as I lay my head against it. The gesture a testament to the bond that has grown between us, one that transcends the complexities of the Hawthorne inheritance.

His suit, impeccably tailored, emits a faint whiff of cedarwood and leather, a scent that has become oddly comforting to me. His hand, strong and warm, finds its place in mine on my lap as if it belongs there.

As Jameson and Avery sway to the gentle rhythm of the music, Greyson and I share a moment of quiet companionship. There’s something comforting in the silence between us, an unspoken understanding that we’re both witnesses to a love story that defies the odds. I catch the subside tightening of his jaw, the flicker of emotions in his eyes, though he remains reserved. I steal a longer glance at Greyson’s profile his expression inscrutable as ever. There’s a mystery that surrounds him, one I’ve been drawn to from the moment I stopped into this whirlwind of intrigue and fortune. But in this moment, as we watch two of my dearest friends celebrate this love, I find solace in the simplicity of the present.

The song begins to wind down, and Jameson and Avery’s first dance comes to a graceful conclusion. There room bursts into applause, and the couple shares a tender kiss. I can’t help but wipe away a tear, moved by the depth of their love and the beauty of their union.

As if on cue, Jameson and Avery call the guests up to join them on the dance floor. I hesitate, content to watch the festivities unfold from my vantage point next to Greyson. But he has other plans. Greyson gently squeezes my hand, his touch firm and reassuring, and reassuring, and he stands up.

“Come on Mouse,” He says, his voice carrying a hint of a soft smile, “It’s time to celebrate with them.”

I try to protest, knowing that I’m not much of a dancer and feeling a bit of self-conscious. But Greyson is persistent, and with a mix of charm and determination, he guides me to my feet.

Reluctantly, I follow him to the dance floor, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. As the music starts up again, Greyson’s hand finds its place on the small of my back, and together, we sway to the rhythm. His touch is both grounding and electrifying, and I can’t help but feel a growing connection between us.

The other guests join in, and the dance floor becomes a whirlwind of joy and celebration. The world outside fades away, leaving only the music, the laughter, and the warmth of Greyson's presence. In that moment, the enigmatic Hawthorne heir and I are simply two people celebrating the love of our friends, losing ourselves in the beauty of the present. The dance floor comes alive with the energy of the other guests, and the music pulses through our veins. The world outside fades away, and for now, it’s just the music, the laughter, and the warms of Greyson’s presence.

Greyson's hand, warm and sure, exerts a gentle pressure on the small of my back, sending an electric thrill coursing through my body. Our movements on the dance floor remain perfectly synchronised, but it's the intensity of his gaze that holds me captive. Those enigmatic eyes, which I've found so elusive in the past, now gleam with a newfound playfulness. His lips curl into a sly smile, revealing a side of him I've rarely seen

“You know, “ He says, his voice low and intimate, “I’ve been waiting for a dance with you all evening.”

His words, spoken in a low and intimate tone, hang in the air like a tantalising promise. My heart flutters, and I find myself breathless and lost for words. It’s as though the rest of the world has faded into the background, leaving only Greyson and me in our private cocoon of attraction and desire.

As As Greyson's voice continues to envelop me like a velvety caress, I'm acutely aware of the nearness of his body. The enchantment of the dance floor seems to swirl around us, drawing us into a private world where only the two of us exist. With each word, each sultry intonation, the burning curiosity within me intensifies. I yearn to hear more, to unravel the mystery of Greyson Hawthorne, to understand the depths hidden behind those captivating eyes.

Yet, simultaneously, there's a part of me that longs to hide my face, to shield myself from the overwhelming allure of his charm. The tension between these conflicting desires rages within, creating a thrilling storm of emotions. It's as if Greyson possesses the power to render me utterly vulnerable with his magnetic presence and his artful flirting.

I feel the warmth radiating from his body, like a protective cocoon encasing us both, and every small movement, every subtle brush of his fingers against my back, deepens the sensation of being drawn further into the enchanting dance. It's a dance of desire and anticipation, an unspoken connection that intensifies with each passing second.

Swept up in the mesmerising spell of our shared moment, I feel as though I’m melting from the inside out, like wax beneath the heat of his seduction. I can’t help but surrender to the whirlwind of emotions that courses through me—nervousness mixing with uncontrollable desire, creating a heady cocktail of longing and attraction.

In the dimly lit room, Greyson's knowing smile seems to deepen the intrigue of the moment. He leads me with a confidence that is both alluring and reassuring, his fingers laced with mine as we escape the bustling ballroom. The door closes behind us, and we find ourselves enveloped in an intimate silence.

The muted sounds of celebration next door are like distant memories, and in the privacy of this secluded space, the air becomes charged with anticipation. It's as though the world outside has faded away, leaving only Greyson and me, locked in an unspoken dance of attraction.

As he draws me closer, his body aligns perfectly with mine, and I can feel his heartbeats matching the rhythm of my own. Greyson's hands gently grasp my hips, his touch both firm and gentle, and with a sudden and daring move, he lifts me off the ground. I let out an astonished gasp, my heart racing, and he spins me around in his arms, creating a whirlwind of sensations that leave me breathless. My laughter mingles with the joy of the moment, and I can’t help but feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Greyson’s magnetic charm, combined with his audacious actions, is a heady cocktail that has me completely disarmed. In this exhilarating dance, I’m no longer able to keep the whirlwind of emotions at bay.

As Greyson sets me down, our eyes lock, and the world seems to stand still. In that moment, the realisation hits me like a tidal wave. It's not just attraction that courses through my veins; it's something far more profound and all-encompassing. Love, deep and enduring, has been quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

The sudden panic that washes over me is palpable. The intensity of my emotions threatens to consume me, and I instinctively push myself away from Greyson, creating distance between us. I need to regain control, to prevent myself from doing something reckless, like kissing him in the heat of the moment.

With a quick, uneasy glance over my shoulder, I turn to flee from the room. But just as I take that first step, Greyson's strong hand grabs my arm, halting my escape. He pulls me back to him with a sense of urgency, his voice a whispered confession that shatters my resolve.

"I feel it too," he murmurs, his words tinged with vulnerability, before his fingers brush against my cheek, tilting my face up toward his.

In that heart-pounding instant, he claims my lips with a kiss that's both passionate and tender, igniting a fire that leaves me utterly breathless. It's a revelation of mutual longing, a confirmation of emotions that have been hidden for far too long.

The kiss is a breathtaking fusion of passion and tenderness, igniting a fire deep within me that I never knew existed. Our lips meld together as if they were always meant to, creating a sensation that leaves me utterly breathless. In that heart-pounding moment, all my doubts and uncertainties dissolve into the profound realising that this connection has been silently growing, concealed beneath the surface for far too long.

With each tender press of our lips, I feel a surge of emotion that sweeps me off my feet. It’s a sweet surrender, as if the barriers I’ve built around my heart have crumbled in an instant. Greyson’s kiss is a revelation, a confirmation of our mutual longing, a powerful and transformative force that binds us together.

As we break apart, gasping for breath, a knowing smile dances on Greyson’s lips. Without a word, he walks me backwards, keeping a firm grip on my hips, guiding me until I’m wedged between him and the wall. His body is a reassuring and protective presence, and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine, matching the rapid beat of our hearts.

The room seems to shrink around us, narrowing our world to this intimate space where everyone is redacted to the touch, the sensation, and the yearning in our eyes. It’s a moment that feels both timeless and fleeting, as if the past and the future converge into a single point of connection.

Greyson’s arms encircle me with a possessive tenderness, drawing me closer until there’s barely any space between us. It’s as if he’s determined to anchor me in this moment, to make me realise the depth of his longing and devotion. His eyes, burning with an intensity that’s impossible to ignore, lock onto mine. In that gaze, I see years of unspoken desire and the weight of countless moments that have led us to this precise. I’m hopelessly captive by the connection that surges between us, unable to look away from the truth that lies within his gaze.

And then, as if he can no longer contain the words, he confesses, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

My heart skips a beat at his admission, and I can’t help but smile in response, feeling a mix of joy, excitement, and relief. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I challenge him, “Well, kiss me them.”

Greyson’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, and he leans in closer, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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Hey Jules! I got to know, has Johnny used his batista skills to determine which drinks fit his friends based on vibes/personality? Thank you for all the peeks of your characters, I adore them. Have a great day!

HI sorry about the delay, i kept thinking to answer this one but then thinking how my brain would implode by having to think. or something. ANYWAY

Yes, he would! So this will be what HE assumes about them and not necessarily what their actual drink would be, though hes not so far off actually-and mostly they all order Barista's Choice cuz they know he will give them something tailored to their likes. this is how he shows love.

Caro: Large double shot hot caramel latte with lowfat milk, extra shot of caramel and 2 extra shots of vanilla with whipped cream with caramel drizzle

Maddie: Large iced chai with a dash of maple syrup for sweetness and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top, and sometimes pumpkin whipped cream he makes for the pumpkinspice bitches in the fall (everyone at brew is a pumpkin spice bitch)

Mick: medium hazelnut latte with almond milk, extra hot! like mick.

Reggie: a tea drinker, like john. iced matcha with vanilla simple syrup and oat milk

Rose: cappuccino with a little extra foam, a single shot, and a cute design to try and make her crack that mad-girl face. like a skull or the flames of a thousand suns.

Avery: black coffee with one single brown sugar cube depending on the day

#ask me things #BREW #the drinks #punk rock barista #character stuff

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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MORE TRAPPED SONG BIRD AVERY!

Avery taking over every aspect of your life to the point he is brushing your teeth or you, holding your jaw gently yet firmly as he carefully scrubs each tooth clean. The wipes your mouth of the foam with a cloth after and even holds the cup for you to drink out of afterwards. He brushes your hair before him getting you bathed, scrubbing your hair and body down until your squeaky clean. even helping you undress and redress into your pajamas that he of course picked out. You wake up to him, he has your outfit chosen, and helps you brush your teeth again, get dressed, even wraps his big arms around you to guide your own hands in washing before breakfast. He cuts up your food for you, and sometimes even feed you himself. He buckles you in the car to his office, because you no longer go to school. You get tutored in his office, he can work as your tutors teach you, sometimes even takes a break to come help with something if you start to get frustrated with it.

He wants you helpless, and 100% dépendant on him. It’s just him, and you. There is nobody else in your world. They are faceless people you pass at the parties, white noise as they speak to you, but you hear him every time. You are like a little puppy, hearts in your eyes for him but so shy and nervous around others. You need him, nobody else.

NOBODY ELSE!

I feel like this would stem from Avery growing up rich and having a very warped perspective on what he assumes love is. when you're very privileged love can be whatever you want it to be right? when he was growing up his parents didn't take care of him he had maids and nannies and tutors. people to take care of him and deal with every bump bruise scrape and personal issue he's ever had. But they didn't love him. Because they got other people to take care of those things. So with you, it's going to be different.

And when you come around it is different. When he finally has you he takes responsibility for everything you could ever need. but he doesn't want anyone touching you. not maids or tutors or nannies nothing like that. ever tailors and butlors are too far. so very much takes over all those jobs. he makes sure he can be the one to get you dressed fit your clothes cook you breakfast and clean you. he makes sure he can teach you everything you need to know and all you have to do is stay with him.

it's a great deal after all. you get to be completely taken care of. and he gets you. You get to be another trinket on his shelf. Another thing of his to possess and keep. and no one touches his things.

#avery the businessperson #tw objectification #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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mylittleredgirl · 9 months

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continuing my romulan episode marathon into ds9 and dang the search is a good episode. obviously this episode sets the table for the whole rest of the series in many ways but it’s like watching the sun rise on avery brooks like here he is! the sisko!! he doesn’t have the goatee yet but he will go rogue with three of his buddies and one cardassian tailor of dubious moral character to defy the federation and blow a peace treaty and probably die because he has to protect bajor. that’s my guy!!!!

#the sisko #I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR #deep space nine

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take2intotheshower · 3 months

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Endless List of Why I Ship Jane & Kurt - Part 6 (by @kate-dammit-run)

(re-posting to preserve this list, which was originally created and posted by @kate-dammit-run, whose account was deactivated in 2023)

252. Because she’s tough. 253. Because she still loves him. 254. Because she wants love back in her life. 255. And so does he. 256. Because he’s helping her build a relationship with her daughter. 257. Because he’ll try the vegan burgers she loves so much even though they don’t taste like meat. 258. Because she knows and understands his love for chocolate. 259. Because she knows him. 260. And that’s why he loves her. 261. Because they’re a family and families forgive. 262. Because his love for cake makes her giggle. 263. The Kurt Weller Kool Aid. 264. The Weller love staying in and ordering take out. 265. But even they occasionally go out on the town. 266. And their dates are full of all kinds of Jeller-esque flirting– taking note of al exit locations and scanning the crowd for suspicious behavior. 267. Because Kurt loves that his wife picks up on people following them. 268. Because they would rather go hunt down bad guys than have a fancy dinner. 269. Because Mr. Velvet being a sex thing sounds like a good idea. 270. Because they will always show up to save each other’s lives. 271. Because Jane will stop at nothing to protect Kurt. 272. Because Jane wants them to be a family and have Avery move in. 273. Because Kurt would love to have Avery move in. 274. Because FBI corridor snuggles. 275. Because they asked Avery together to move in with them. 276. Because they just want to keep their family safe. 277. Because they spend they’re nights interrogating murderers because that’s just who they are. 278. Because she’s not Remi. 279. Because she was tailor made for him. 280. Because he will protect her no matter what, even from her mother- 281. -and even if it means risking the case. 282. Because holding hands and jumping off buildings. 283. Because all you need to negotiate a peace treaty is five minutes of spending time with Jeller. 284. Because neck kisses. 285. Because being flirty and snuggly is not allowed in Patterson’s lab unless you’re Jane and Kurt. 286. Because she can survive without Roman. 287. Because Jane’s other half is Kurt. 288. Because hand over heart is how they say ILY. 289. Because shiny beautiful rings. 290. Because when she doesn’t respond during a takedown, he leaves the scene of the arrest to go find her. 291. Because he can pick up that she’s not ok by just looking at her. 292. Because she doesn’t hesitate for a second to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. 293. Because she watches him anxiously after she asks him how he’d feel about them having a baby. 294. Because his entire face lights up and he cannot wipe the smile of his face when she tells him she thinks she’s pregnant. 295. Because they both really want to start a family. 296. Because even after everything that Roman did to them he still understands how important he was to her and he’s there to help her mourn and get through it. 297. Because “calm and collected” Jane loses her shit and puts rage-bullets in Crawford after he gets Kurt shot. 298. Because Jane actually considers not going after Crawford and stay with Kurt after he gets shot even though they’ve spent the whole year just trying to find him. 299. Because just hearing about Jane’s illness is enough to cause Kurt to collapse. 300. Because Kurt Weller doesn’t laugh often, but the thought of having a child and a family with Jane makes Kurt Weller actually laugh. 301. Because we get to see them do it all over again. And they will fall in love all over again because their journey and their story is far from over.

#Blindspot #reasons to ship Jeller #originally created by kate-dammit-run

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onward--upward · 6 days

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HI Q MY DEAREST 💖

i’m gonna sit on my hands because the temptation to demand stuff about all of these is too tempting, so i’m limiting myself to two:

- stanley cup (obviously)

- can’t get enough of crohn’s au please 🙏

MUAH ur the best 😘

HIII BUFF BELOVED!!!

fun fact i thought about posting the stanley cup fic for your bday however it was simply not going to be done in time so i switched gears

here is another snippet!!! some silliness from my silly guys

Avery O’Connor is being climbed on by approximately three children of various ages. “Do you think we should rescue him?” Buck asks, watching the spectacle with no small amount of amusement. “Nah,” Eddie grins. He looks distractingly incredible: he’s lost his suit jacket somewhere, leaving him in only his thin white button down, sleeves rolled up and collar open, and some tailored suit pants that make Buck want to get down on his knees and peel them off with his teeth. Like he said. Distracting. He has to behave tonight, though, since this little pre-playoffs party is being held at Bobby and Athena’s house. Athena is a deeply intimidating woman and Bobby is, like, his dad, so Buck has ample motivation not to give everyone a show. Still. Eddie is making things very difficult.

and more crohns au!!! (fun fact eddie is ALSO an ER nurse in this verse and buck runs into him there as well)

“Hurts,” Buck mumbles needlessly. “I know, I’m sorry,” Eddie says. And Buck believes that he means it. The rest of the exam goes smoothly enough, with Eddie murmuring assurances to him any time it hurts, getting him to rate his pain a few more times throughout the process. Buck was an accident-prone kid, and that’s putting things lightly. So he’s pretty used to this whole song and dance. Still, he’s never had a nurse quite like Eddie before, soothing him with soft touches and softer words. It’s similar to the few times he had Maddie looking after him in the ER, but still not quite the same. Whenever Maddie treated him, it was always so overwhelmingly maternal, like he was being fussed over, even with the trappings of the ER around them. This, with Eddie, is… not that. He’s not sure what it is, really, but it’s definitely different.

#wip ask game #q answers

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abigail-nicole · 9 days

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DS9 Watch Notes

“Star Trek Deep Space 9: What if the Nazis ran a shopping mall but now they're gone and you have to be in charge of the mall” - my spouse

Season Three

bc i can’t keep reblogging those already super long posts for S1 and S2 its so rude

QUARK GETTING A KLINGON WIFE AND SOLVING HER PROBLEMS THROUGH FINANCE MAY BE MY FAVORITE EPISODE

How fucked up is it that Garak helps rescue Legate whassit from his imminent torture by the Obsidian Order and he still tells Kira “no matter what, do not trust Elim Garak” like you think it’s hard making adult friends? Try being an exiled drug addict tailor spymaster

I am not a fan of Kira/Odo when Lwaxana/Odo was canon first!!!!

This Tom Riker episode was GREAT i love the Cardassians being appropriately impressed by Sisko

Someone on Tumblr said “why are Dukat and Sisko totally into each other” and you know……yeah

“I usually make it a point to drop by Quark’s three or four times a day at random intervals just to let him know I’m thinking about him” JUST FUCK HIM ODO

Jake saying “I love you, Nerys” may be the worst thing that happened on DS9 and I am keeping a list

This sex pollen episode is the worst sex pollen episode ever. All the people you don’t want to fuck each other and none of the ones you do

At the end of the Bell Riots of 2024 episode, where Jadzia romances Elon Musk into giving rioters a platform and Sisko leads a revolt against a state that puts homeless people in ghettos, Julian asks Sisko: “how did the 21st century let things get so bad?” and I expected Avery Brooks to solemnly stare into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, to say something like “if only we had social change focused on giving rights to people, instead of giving rights to corporations and billionaires, we could prevent this future”

DS9 really has TWO episodes where Miles O’Brien dies and is replaced with an another version of himself

Julian’s Subconscious The Episode really made me like him better as a character

These character-driven eps (Julian’s Subconcious! Miles Time Traveling! Sisko’s Wife’s Alive Alternate Universe! Even Garak Gets One!) are all gold. This is where DS9 gets great

Garak interrogating Odo and they come out friends is fantastic character work for both of them

Odo’s confession that he yearns to return home and meld with the other liquids in his species needs to be followed with “but I can’t because then I won’t see Quark every day”

EP 22 SISKO GETS A GOATEE

Sisko builds a boat and Dukat calls him up like “you going to fly that ship???” DUKAT YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH HIM

Whoa Captain Sisko! But even though it’s the space navy he’s still mostly….in charge of DS9….even though captains are in charge of ships that’s what a captain means… and we already had the Defiant but I guess ummmm promotion whatever

Season 3 ending: THE SHAPESHIFTERS HAVE INFILTRATED EVERYTHING (didn’t we know this from Garak & Odo & Tain episode)

#star trek deep space nine #ds9 #ds9 liveblog

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If I may ask, what would Avery do to help someone (could be Casper, or someone else) with severe anxiety? I know I did write about it once but he's probably got more tricks up his sleeves than what I wrote about. How does he calm someone freaking out?

Hi, Rubes!

I feel like calming someone's anxiety heavily depends on the person, and what they find helpful... Avery would try to tailor his response to someone's needs.

For Casper, Avery will wrap his arms around them, gently stroke their back and hair, and tell them that everything will be okay. If they're anxious about something specific, he will give advice about it, if he can. He'll remind them that they aren't alone, they don't have to be strong all the time, and it's okay to feel anxious or sad. He would also do grounding exercises with them (5-4-3-2-1 or circle breathing) to help them stabilize.

He would do any/all of these things for anyone, depending on what they needed. Some people can't stand to be touched during an anxiety attack and some people don't like advice, but you wouldn't know these things unless you knew someone, and if they're already having an anxiety attack... You can't always just ask them. He would default to calming words and grounding techniques, and then carefully try with a bit of advice and physical touch... if the person was receptive to it, he'd keep going with whatever seemed to be most helpful.

Casper and Avery are both extremely aware and respectful of people's boundaries, privacy, and autonomy. Neither of them would do anything to someone that they weren't sure was okay. If put in a position where they couldn't verify someone's preferences, they would do what they believed to be most helpful, as carefully as possible, until they learned otherwise.

I hope that was helpful for you, thanks for the ask! 💙

#rubes #ask #avery nimbus #tw anxiety #cw anxiety #anxitey #anxiety mention

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Pale 4.1

This chapter was a lot more lighthearted than things have felt in a while, which feels nice. I think the past 3 arcs had formed a larger arc centered around the Hungry Choir, and now there's a moment to reset tension levels before (presumably) ramping back up into a new story arc.

Something the conversation with the judges prompted me to think: the Kennet Trio can hopefully fit into a preexisting ecosystem of Others, rather than the more usual practitioner thing of setting up their own society built on top of that ecosystem.

“We’re Kennet’s practitioners, we’ve made that our job, pretty much.” “And in doing so, you make the area harder to penetrate. With every action, you belong more to it, and it belongs more to you.”

I think Alpeana and Miss are the only Others who are actively working to support Kennet the way the girls are. Most of them are just doing their own thing in the area and heping out as needed, which is reasonable enough. But the Kennet Trio is sworn to the town, and is acting as such (both in acting as agents for the Other community, and in protecting the humans), which I'd imagine gives them a certain claim on it.

“The Swordbearer animus exists to find the noble and heroic, equip them, and send them on their path. The Dog of War exists to perpetuate the senselessness of war. Muses inspire art.”

swordbearer sounds neat

Glad to see Avery getting back on the Paths. And she seems to be leaning into a movement theme. Zoomtown seems neat, but it makes me wonder why the Forest Ribbon Trail is seen as the beginner Path. I mean it gives you better rewards and is more individually tailored, but I'd imagine you'd want to start kids out on a Path they can have a mentor along for.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jude asked. Avery looked at him, eyes wide. She let the ear protection snap back into place over her ear. Now? “Gay!” she called out. Probably too loud, considering.

this is like the extreme form of coming out while driving

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1612

It’s been almost a month since the last update , so here another one! Mostly a side house update though.

From the Beginning I Currently

It was a rainy , dreary day in 1612 when the 18 year old Jane Wolfeden went out to the tailor shop by the orders of her mistress to pick up a new dress she had been commissioning.

It had been many years since the former tailor , Isaac Stanwix , owned the shop and it was now in the hands of a handsome 21 year old man named Rodger Crawford.

However , it didn't take long before Jane and Rodger started to see one and other , although secretly at first.

She didn’t wish for Widow Dagworth to know about their little romance , she was scared to lose her job and housing if she knew that she been seeing the tailor on her days off.

But it didn’t take long until Rodger asked for her hand in marriage , which she accepted in heartbeat.

This was chance of a better life for Jane , hopefully filled with stability ,safety and love.

The same can’t be said for Philips household...

By the time she was 6 years old , little Philippa Alderberg knew that her parents were unhappy together.

They had always something to argue about- laundry not being done , food being uncooked , not having enough coin for the month... Philippa was thankful to the watcher that they at least didn’t argue about her that often.

Her father adored her , in his own weird way. He was nice yet overprotective , wanting her to stay home or go with him to the market to sell whatever they had made that winter. He would have outbursts if he didn’t know where she was. It was exhausting.

It’s like he didn’t trust her mother , although Emma was also very loving , yet not as smothering as her father. She let her go out on her own and play with other children.

If Philippa was to be honest to the watcher , she preferred her mother to her father but she would never say those words out-loud as she didn’t want the watcher’s dice to have any ill intent.

By the end of the 1st quarter of the year , the Calott’s had a nice , peaceful night after a long days of treating the ill.

Ursula Calott , now 30 years old, had put her daughter Hester to bed for the night.

It was at night Ursula and Magdalene could breathe at easy and enjoy one and others company without worry. They been together for 10 years now and hope that they will continue to be by each other sides for many more.

3 months later , at the Kellogg Farm , Geoffrey and Parnell Mildmay welcomed their 3rd child: A little baby girl.

Avery , now 2 years old , was very curious over the small babe in swaddle. He took in everything about Christiana, that she was tiny and very sleepy , that when she cried she was hungry. A very smart lad they had , his parents agreed.

3 months after Christiana’s birth and Avery’s second birthday , Silas Wolfeden aged up to a toddler as well.

Silas and Avery were very close in age , and the 1st cousins were more like brothers then anything else.It was a good thing , as the boys needed the company.

The Wolfeden girls were too old to play with their baby brother and Christiana was “too little” to play with for Avery. The family hopes that the boys will continue to be good friends.

It has been 6 months since Jane and Rodger’s wedding , and the couple finally got the confirmation that she was expecting their first child together.

Rodger was very happy and wished for a son , so did Jane, although jokingly said that boys were rare in her family- it took her mother and father 17 years to have a son after all.

At beginning of the 4th quarter of 1612 , Barbara Horthall had arranged a meeting for her oldest son , Jasper , with a sorted someone.

Tieica Brokhil was the daughter of a dear childhood friend of Barbara's , and the one she been eyeing for her son to marry since Tiecia became a young lady.

Jasper liked Tiecia , she was a fun and loving lady who adored dogs and silly games. A good heart and light head.

When Tieica first kissed him after giving her yellow blooms, Jasper knew that he would fall in love with her.

If he already was not by the time wedding bells ring for their union. A much happier couple then that of Abel & Barbara...

Shortly after Jasper Horthalls marriage to Tiecia Brokhil , Jane Crawford went into labor.

Jane had the support of having her mother , her grandmother and younger sisters , as she was scared of giving birth alone.

Just like her mother and grandmother before her, Jane’s first child was a daughter- Ruth Crawford. Although she knew Rodger wished for a son , she was happy and content to hold her baby girl close to her. Besides , they will be able to have more children, one surely has to be a boy.

Across the green hills and dales of Outland , a young man was running with a sprint in his step. It was no other then Caleb Alderberg , Griffyn’s eldest son with his 1st wife. The now 13 year old boy was a handsome man , inheriting most of his features from his dear departed mother.

Caleb was a very stern boy: He didn’t show much of his thoughts or feeling other then grumpiness , but he was not unfeeling. He liked beauty and could easily find it in the world around him with its flora and fauna.

The attic room has become his sanctuary , there he would write and draw from memory of the things he saw and discovered from his adventures. He was good with the quill and words for a man who never said much.

Meanwhile at the Friswell house , the now 40 year old Garitt had exciting news to share with his oldest son - that he has now found a betroth for him to wed in 2 years time.

The 15 year old Stephen didn’t share his fathers enthusiasm, for he did not wish to marry at 17, that was way too young for his taste.

But his father insisted that Lady Isley would make a lovely bride and mother to his children and that it was something his mother would have approved of.

If your wondering about why Philippa is referring to the watcher and the dice so much , its because she has the never nude trait = pious/religious. I think if a sims has supernatural skeptic they will also be religious , but so far only 1 has that trait.

Next update we will spend more time with the main family.

#decades challenge #Morbid's decades challenge #A decaded through time #ultimate decades challenge #ts3 #the sims 3 #The Alderberg family #the sims 3 legacy #ts3 legacy #tw pregnancy

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Question: I wanted to ask you about emotional scenes. When you were filming Supernatural, you said that initially you had to think of something that made you sad and then once you keyed into Dean, and Dean became you and you became Dean, it was easier to act his feelings because they were your feelings. So when you took on Beau Arlen, that you haven't done for fifteen years, or even a year, and Ben, Soldier Boy, how did you - did you go back to basics and start thinking again about sad moments in your life to help the scene or were you able to key in a lot quicker this time because you're more experienced?

Jensen: Hmm, that's a really good question. Yeah, very perceptive in the fact that I didn't have all of those years with those characters, but there were emotional scenes - much, I would say there was probably more of an emotional, humanistical emotions - [Jensen gets distracted by a commotion in the audience] All right, calm down. Okay, thank you, where's the prayer bowl, let's - I'll, get, there's a story that they're all referencing right now that I told in the Meet & Greet. Yep, see, this is ... great. Okay, I'll get to that in a second. Siddown! I didn't have that history with the characters so I did kind of have to dig into personal feelings. I'll speak about Beau first, cause I'm actually trying to think of what would the emotional scene with Soldier Boy, and I don't know - I don't know that there was one?

Question: There is.

Jensen: Which one?

Question: The one where he's with Butcher and is telling the story about his father -

Jensen: Oh! About his father, sure.

Question: That broke my heart, so.

Jensen: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I have an interesting, that actually, now that you bring that up - 'cause see, these things [sigh]. This is the thing about being an actor is my long term memory has been shoved aside a little bit to make room for the short term memory of memorizing lines? So I have intense, there's an intensity in the short term memorization that I have in bringing that to life, and then once I do that, I kinda just ... purge it, and like, let it go. And I don't know, I'm sure there's a psychologist in here that could analyze that and tell me why I do that, I don't know why I do that, but I do it. So we'll go back to, we'll go to Beau first, and I'm guessing you're talking about the scenes when he's talking about his daughter?

Question: Yeah, or also when he's interrogating Avery, and you see the change from sort of like anger and resentment - it's not an emotional scene in the sense that he's crying, but it's really really intense.

Jensen: Right. So that all stems from my - basically I dive into what would I do as a father in this situation. And then how can I relate that to this character. And so I take what I think I know and how I think I would react and then I put that into this character's hands and kinda just tailor it a little bit, and then that's what you see. So even with Dean, you know, the vast majority of Dean? Is me. I just tailored it to tell the story through this character's eyes, but I wasn't trained professionally, I didn't go to school for this, I didn't learn methods, I didn't learn how to separate myself from the character. I basically find what relates to me as a person, within the story, within the character, I extrapolate on that and then I apply it to the character. Same thing really with Soldier Boy. In fact, what I was getting to is that scene, I thought a little bit about - because I have a good relationship with my father - so I had to dive a little bit into something that I was familiar with that maybe didn't, and that was Dean. So I kind of dived into a little bit of Dean and John relationship, even though Dean loves his father and idolized his father for many many years, but there - it was a strained relationship. And at the end of the day, I just pretended. [laughs] 'Cause that's essentially what acting is, you try to find the most honest emotion that you can muster up within yourself, you try to identify that, you try to portray that within this character in order to tell the story. And it's - some people can do it and some people can't. It's like some people can ... write amazingly, some people can do math amazingly, some people can sing, some people can create - paint. I can't paint, I can't draw worth a lick. I mean, I'm lucky to get a stick figure that looks remotely well. But there are some people that just see it and can - and I just, for some reason - you guys seen that movie Good Will Hunting? When he talks about how he can math? He's like, Beethoven could just see the piano and he could play. And I'm not saying that I'm Beethoven as far as acting goes, by any means. But I can play. And so I try to play as much as I possibly can, and that's using what I have in my life, using what I think would be the right emotion, and then I just expand on that.

Question: Ben is just a little boy searching for his father's approval. At the end of the day, which is kind of what Dean was -

Jensen: 100%. Absolutely. So I was able - I'm like, hmm, am I getting typecasted here? Is this? But no, you're absolutely right and so there was some, there was a core relation there between Dean and Soldier Boy and that's why I thought it was such a fantastic plot twist when Soldier Boy was, like, given this opportunity to have a son and a grandson and change that. But then he reverts to his DNA and becomes what he always hated -

Question: What his father was.

Jensen: What his father was, yeah. And that's just great writing, but it's also really fun to take that character on that journey. And then it's just, you know, it's just pretending. It's painting with a paintbrush that I know how to paint with.

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