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The Rare Bookseller Part 7: Oliver's Neighbors

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Imprisonment, mind control, restraints, drugging

"...And I've been working in shades of blue a lot lately. I haven't sold much, but I like the pieces. My mentor says that's what counts."

"I agree."

"The bill collectors don't," she said.

Oliver had been chatting to Emily about her life in the hopes of taking both of their minds off of the impending dread. The vampire guards patrolling the halls didn't seem to care if they talked. It was a small comfort to speak of their lives as something they were going to get back to.

There was a small commotion down the hall that had him tensing up and snapping back to the reality of their situation. The noises didn't seem to be noises of distress, though.

"I think it's just dinner," said Emily. "I hope."

"Is the food safe?" The thought of eating a vampire's cooking... although he supposed it might not be the vampires themselves cooking.

"I think so. I've been eating it, and I haven't been sick. It even tastes pretty good, and there's a lot. But if it's been laced with something... who knows? I figure it can't get any worse."

"I suppose not."

A metal cart laden with meals came into view. The woman pushing it along had a strangely cheerful look on her face, given the surroundings, and was putting a tray into each prisoner's cell. The slightly off look in her eyes made Oliver guess she was likely another human slave.

When she delivered Oliver's food, he tried to get her attention. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" she said, not slowing down.

"Wait, can I ask you a question?" he called after her.

She turned. "Is it about the food?"

"No, I wanted to know -- are you human?"

"I'm a thrall of the auction house!" she replied, just as the man had earlier. At least she was able to talk to Oliver. "I have to finish delivering food! Hope you enjoy!" She scurried to the next cell, clearly not wanting to discuss anything further.

Oliver looked down at the tray of food. There was a large bowl of chicken and rice, a glass of juice, and a cookie, and it smelled delicious. He was half-expecting the vampires to feed them all plain gruel, so this was a welcome surprise. He wasn't expecting to have any kind of appetite after all of that, but his stomach had other ideas, growling with demand.

Emily had said it was safe, and he could hear her picking up her food to eat, so he might as well.

He greedily devoured his dinner in what felt like seconds. There wasn't anything particularly special about the food, and it was about the quality one might expect in a decent cafeteria, but it would suffice. And it really was a large portion.

Why bother feeding them so well? The only thing he could think of was that keeping them well-fed would make them a more attractive prospect to vampire buyers. Healthy humans were probably more appealing meals. He pushed that distasteful notion aside, lest he regret eating at all.

"How was yours?" said Emily.

"Not bad," he said, declining to share his latest thought with her. Before he could resume their conversation, Cecily and the thrall who had escorted Oliver earlier came down the hall with a larger man in tow. He didn't just have handcuffs and a leash but also ankle restraints, and he was being dragged by the vampire, hardly able to stand upright. He watched as Cecily practically tossed him into the cell.

He must have tried fighting back enough that they restrained and drugged him. Oliver felt a little better about his decision not to. If that's what they did to a much larger man...

Cecily rattled off the rules, and the man softly groaned as a reply. As soon as she had finished and walked away, Oliver went to the other side of his cell.

"Are you okay? What's your name?"

"I'm Joe," he said. "Wha... wha's happening...?"

"Did they drug you, Joe?"

"Mmm, think so. I don't... don't wanna be here..."

"I know," he said, unable to reassure Joe any more than he had Emily. "Listen, you should probably sleep that off."

"...I wanna go home..."

"Yeah, so do I."

What would happen to his home now? Would it belong to the vampire who purchased him? Would the bookshop that had been passed down from his father fall to ruin and be condemned, unfeeling workers demolishing it and not understanding its worth? All those years curating the shelves, tracking down fine and rare and unusual books for loyal patrons, was it all for nothing, now? No longer able to take pride in his life's work, only valued for his blood?

Would anyone care what had happened to him? Or was he simply a washed-up failure, meeting a fitting end? He'd never be able to make even the small connections he did with customers looking for the perfect book -- never again dream of friendship or love, doomed to a lonely existence chained in some vampire's basement.

"Oliver? What's your new neighbor like?" Emily called, piercing his spiral of despair.

"His name's Joe. They drugged him, and I think he passed out." Oliver knocked softly on the wall bordering Joe's cell. "Joe? Are you awake?"

There was no answer, which he hoped meant that Joe had fallen asleep and not something worse.

"Say, Emily, can I ask a somewhat awkward question?" he said, his recent musings reminding him of something he was curious about.

"Go on. I'm a captive audience, after all."

"Did the vampires tell you that your blood was especially valuable?"

"No. Actually, one told me my blood was very common. I figured she was just trying to get under my skin. I mean, is there actually a difference between blood?" she asked. "Why, what did they tell you?"

"Both the vampire who kidnapped me and the vampire who, uh, processed me told me that my blood was extremely valuable and delicious."

"Really? That's strange. ...Do you think that's good or bad?"

"You'd think it'd be bad, right? That they're so eager to drink my blood?"

"Maybe. But if you're valuable, maybe they'll treat you better."

What would that even mean, being treated better? Would he be more than a glorified, hypnotized blood bag? "Maybe. I hope they treat you well, too, though."

"Maybe I should hope that they kill me fast so that I don't suffer. But the truth is I don't actually want to die. Even if I have to live like that... I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die, either," he said. "As long as there's life, there's hope. We could escape. We could be rescued. As long as we're alive..."

"Right, as long as we're alive."

The lights snapped off above them, and the windowless prison was plunged into total darkness without warning. Oliver could hear people fumbling around in their cells.

"Quiet hour," Emily whispered. "We'd better stop talking. I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"

"Yes, we'll talk in the morning."

The thought of sleeping in a place like this filled him with dread, but he knew he needed to get some rest when he could, and with the enforced dark and quiet, there was no better time for it. Oliver didn't have any pajamas to change into and was already sitting on top of the cot, so he laid down and pulled the sheets over himself, resting his head on the pillow. The cot was comfortable enough.

Without any distractions, his thoughts drifted towards home, the setting sun streaming through the window of his bookshop. His heart ached. Just hours before, his whole life had stretched before him. If only he had known how precious each day was...!

If he had closed down shop immediately, would it have made a difference?

Alexander had tried to warn him. Alexander was one of them all along. Frequenting his shop, observing him. Had he played a role in this? But if he had, why warn him? He knew about the auction -- did he also purchase and drink from humans? He must. Yet it was impossible to reconcile the image of the gentle man who loved books with the image of a bloodthirsty vampire ripping into someone's neck.

That's what was going to happen to him, after all of this. A vampire would dig into his neck and drink deep of his blood. And if he survived it... Cecily had said that many vampires keep their thralls long term, and if he was such a valuable commodity, he'd be kept alive to serve as a meal indefinitely.

There was no comfort to be had here. This entire auction house was clearly a well-oiled machine, something that had run for ages. Escape was unlikely, rescue was unlikely. He and Emily and Joe and everyone in these cells would be sold and preyed upon.

He curled up, exhausted, but it was a long time before his racing mind allowed him to sleep.

Part Six >> Masterlist >> Part Eight

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richmond-rex · 8 months

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What is the relationship between Elizabeth of York and her father's relatives? She seems to have a good relationship with her mother's relatives

Hello! It's difficult to say because there's little evidence of her relationship with them. Her aunt Margaret left for Burgundy when Elizabeth was only two years old so I doubt any relationship was ever established between them. Elizabeth's other aunt, Anne of York, died when Elizabeth was still young. We don't have evidence of Elizabeth's relationship with the aunt with whom she shared a name either (Elizabeth of York Duchess of Suffolk), though Elizabeth did maintain friendly relations with her daughter, Anne de la Pole the Abbess of Syon — a monastery Elizabeth's father Edward had particularly supported. Elizabeth also maintained cordial relations with Edmund de la Pole, Anne's brother (another paternal cousin), but the extent of her patronage/support of him is much less clear. It's intriguing to wonder what Elizabeth thought of their brother John, though, considering she had been placed under house arrest in the North under his supervision during Richard III's reign (he was, in a way, her gaoler). John would later betray the confidence Elizabeth's husband had placed in him, so it's likely she didn't hold him in high regard by the time he died at Stokefield.

When it comes to the children of her uncle George of Clarence, Elizabeth probably had a friendly relationship with her cousin Margaret. Margaret played a visible role in Arthur's christening and was present at the exclusive box where Henry VII and his mother watched Elizabeth's coronation. Margaret was, of course, Margaret Beaufort's ward and she probably only left the king's mother's household when she married the king's cousin, Sir Richard Pole. Sir Richard was made Prince Arthur's chamberlain and they lived far from court, so it's unlikely Elizabeth and her cousin Margaret ever had much opportunity for a closer relationship. In regards to Margaret's brother Edward of Warwick, we'll never know Elizabeth's feelings for him, but she probably valued her sons and husband more than the cousin she only knew as a child. Elizabeth certainly wasn't opposed to receiving the revenues of some of his Warwick estates during his minority, either.

The most intriguing relationship would be the one Elizabeth had with her paternal grandmother Cecily Neville. They don't seem to have been close from what evidence we have, though both of them were godmothers to Bridget, Elizabeth's youngest sister, and Cecily bequeathed her some important jewels in her last will, which she didn't do to any other grandchild. It's difficult to say if it was simply a matter related to status, though. Cecily certainly was proud enough to call herself 'the queen's grandmother' during Henry VII's reign. Henry, in turn, rewarded Cecily's musicians (which indicates she was present at the court's festivities on the occasion) and safeguarded her income/lands in his first parliament, so that might be why Cecily left him some money and a golden cup in her last will too. It's possible Henry's good treatment of Cecily might have been for Elizabeth's sake or in response to her request but generally, Henry doesn't seem to have been vengeful or harsh when it came to dealing with the Yorkist family (challengers to his rule aside).

Going back to Elizabeth of York and her paternal relatives, she certainly seems to have been friends with her half-brother Arthur Plantagenet, an illegitimate son of Edward IV. She employed him in her household and, after her death, instead of sending him away Henry VII employed him in their son's household, perhaps in respect for the affection Elizabeth felt for him. That might be one of the clearest examples of her affection for her father's relatives, but Elizabeth seems to have been close to all of her siblings in general, so it certainly fits what we know about her (Polydore Vergil said she held extraordinary affection/love for her siblings).

These are all the relatives I can think about now but I'll go back to this question if I remember anyone else 🌹x

#elizabeth of york #ask #anon

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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I love AU hcs where Elias is too caught up in his angst and love over Cecily to realize Anthony and Cherié are falling in love. My brother in Christ, these are the two people you are closest to. You're either with one or with the other and they are too rich to be subtle about anything. Wdym you were too busy with your feelings for Cece, Cece is literally her best friend, she also sees her all the time???

Just imagine, they all grew up together and he knows all about his beautiful sister's yearning for love and how Anthony, his dashing friend, literally will always stop to talk to her or asks how she is, sometimes he even ignores Elias (yk the one person in Avon House who it's not inappropriate for him to see) to do it

but will that stop Elias from being a fucking idiot? No.

"Did you see that Frenchman dancing with your sister? Twice! The gall- Are you alright?"

"Anthony...I think I just fell in love."

"Grand. I didn't catch his name but she told me he inquired about her presence in the Opera House..."

"..and she is the most beautiful, most enchanting creatur I have ever met...not that it will matter, the ton will eat her alive if I-"

"Oh we will overcome this, Eli, I'm sure. True love will always prevail. Say... what is the name of the Lady Anthony is talking to?"

"Huh? Cherié, I'm in distress!"

"Yes and that's quite alright. Christ her dress is so outdated-"

And

"Honestly, Eli. You and your father must do something about the amount of gentlemen seeking to court her, at the club, I heard them making wagers! Wagers! Over who would marry the diamond of the season, I swear-"

"Why don't you court her?"

"...what?"

"Yes. For this season, of course. I hardly think any man here is worthy of my sister, and I'm sure all this nonsense will halt by the next. You as my close friend will make the others lose their fighting spirit and I trust you to be a perfect gentleman in your task to ward away suitors from her."

"...right. yes, of course that's what you meant... do you think she'll have an issue with this plan of yours?"

"I think she'll be furious but she'll see it's for her own good. There's scarcely any good men in London this season and you are like a brother to her, you'd be looking after her in a way I cannot."

"...did she say that? Call me that? Brother-"

"What? Who cares? I think I saw Cecily promenading with Lord William, Anthony. Walk faster!"

Darling oh my God! OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS-

I’m totally gonna fangirl over you and your writing, so I’m putting it under read more😂

I am literally grinning at my screen rn, this is hilarious and SO GOOD! ❤😍

My brother in Christ, these are the two people you are closest to. You're either with one or with the other and they are too rich to be subtle about anything. Wdym you were too busy with your feelings for Cece, Cece is literally her best friend, she also sees her all the time??? Elias being totally blind to anyone and anything else but Cece will never stop being funny😂 ALSO, “TOO RICH TO BE SUBTLE”, HELP-

Anthony ignoring Elias to talk to Cherie at their own house when he’s supposedly there for Elias meanwhile Elias is “I wonder what Cece is doing right now” 😂

but will that stop Elias from being a fucking idiot? No. I can actually hear this 😂

Your writing is so good I am dying at these! 😍😍😍

"Anthony...I think I just fell in love."

"Grand. I didn't catch his name but she told me he inquired about her presence in the Opera House..."NEITHER OF THEM IS LISTENING TO THE OTHER😂 Anthony would be badmouthing Pierre nonstop meanwhile Elias is basically having hearts spinning around his head, going like,

“Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming, there is no way such a beauty walks among us mortals.”

“Are you going to do something about this or shall I?”

“You mean I should ask her for a dance? I don’t even think she’d look my way.”

“He cannot ask her for a dance twice, it will give the wrong impression not to mention-“

“What are you talking about?”

“What? That man dancing with your sister, what are you talking about?”

“My sister can dance with whoever she wants Anthony— do you know that lady’s name? Over there?”

“Yeah that’s Cecily Trenlove— I’m sure she didn’t want to dance with him twice Elias, go intimidate him!”

And Cherie being just as jealous as Anthony when he spares so much as a glance at someone else 😂

"Yes and that's quite alright. Christ her dress is so outdated-"

Cherie 🤝 Anthony

Not listening to Elias at all while the other is paying attention to someone else 😂

She would be grumbling nonstop throughout Anthony’s dance with that lady while Elias is like;

“I wish I could just dance with her the whole night.”

“Honestly, who picked her dress? Her grandmother from her grave?”

“Do you think I could ask her for a dance for the second time? The ton would talk but-“

“The ton does nothing but talk, go ask her for a dance after you tell me about that lady.”

“Lady Charlotte?”

“Yes, who is she?”

“Oh she’s a duke’s daughter, she has a lot of suitors. A lot of men find her beautiful, not even close to my only love of course but-“

“Does Anthony?”

“Hm?”

“Does Anthony find her beautiful?”

“I don’t know, I guess? He is dancing with her after all.”

“You must go and tell Anthony her dress is outdated.”

“….Yes I’m sure he will care a lot about that.”

OMG Cherie as the diamond awwww! ❤ And that dialogue, it’s genius! 😍😱

"I think she'll be furious but she'll see it's for her own good. There's scarcely any good men in London this season and you are like a brother to her, you'd be looking after her in a way I cannot."

"...did she say that? Call me that? Brother-" Anthony’s brain just made a record scratch sound the moment he heard that lollll😂

He would be walking beside Elias and go like,

“But she didn’t say that, right?”

“What?”

“She didn’t say that she sees me like a brother?”

“I mean no but I’d say she does. She should, at least.”

“No no, she shouldn’t—”

“We all grew up together and you’re the only man I trust in the ton for the task. I mean I know for a fact that you would never entertain the idea of courting her for real and those lords will stop, so everyone wins.”

“Right. But I mean, would she?”

“Hm?”

“Entertain the idea that I would court her?”

“….Pfft, good joke Anthony. I almost fell for it, you can be hilarious when you want to—now make haste, I want to see whether Cecily likes Lord William’s companionship.”

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING HONEY! 😍❤❤ Thank you so much for this! ❤❤❤

#enamored hc

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fangirlfreak08 · 1 year

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I honestly thought Christopher was the only safe character in the entire book XD i see WHY CC chose him since he's important to almost all the main characters except she then.....did nothing with it except allow Grace to be redeemed (which was well done but not really a good enough reason). Where were the merry thieves grieving him together? Where was the Anna angst? Where was Jesse deciding to forgive Grace because of him? Where was Cordelia even caring that he died saving her since the intermission was from her point of view????? CC wrote 1 (one) character death in Lord of Shadows and then forgot how to do it again

Oops sorry for the random rant didn't mean to hope you have a nice day

I honestly think I mentally prepared myself for almost everyone to die except Christopher. It did not even cross my mind. I did think that Gabriel would probably lose a kid because gideon did but I thought it would be Anna, or possibly Alexander (she does love killing off the baby lightwoods) but after he almost died in cog I saw no reason for it to be him.

The only characters that were mentioned grieving for more than one line were Grace, Thomas and Anna and we only got graces pov? Don’t get me wrong that pov destroyed me but where was Thomas’ break down from his point of view? Or Anna grieving for more than a few sentences? Or Gabriel and Cecily finding out they’d lost a kid? Or gideon finding out his sister was responsible for another family death? Also where was literally anyone comforting Grace? I know only Jesse, Cordelia and Thomas really knew and obviously Thomas had bigger things to deal with but could Jesse not have just asked her how she was doing?

The intermission shouldn’t have been cordelias pov to be honest. It was called grief yet there was no grieving? Christopher was killed purely for shock factor as it didn’t contribute to the plot at all and it was entirely unnecessary and brushed over. Where what the soul crushing scene like Livvy got? Where was Christopher’s older sibling breaking down over his body? I don’t think I ever got over that scene it was so heartbreaking so what the hell happened?

Also the rant is entirely appreciated and always welcome sorry for the super long reply, hope you have a great day too!

#chain of thorns spoilers #chain of thorns #Christopher herondale #Thomas lightwood #Anna lightwood #grace blackthorn #the last hours #Cassandra Clare

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Holmes & Holmes: 4

You know you’re being followed. You know who is following you. But as to not hurt his feelings you’ve decided to act like you don’t know quite yet. Enola has been looking into the disappearance of Sir James but hasn’t really turned anything up. At least nothing that she’s told you.

“Duke, disparaître.” He does as you ask and slips from your side as you walk down the sidewalk. Now, you could’ve rented a carriage but what would be the fun in that? He’d have a much harder time following you dressed and behaving the way he was. You round a corner and slip into the start of an alleyway, the alleyways in London are truly disgusting full of filth, trash, animal waste and whatever else the people of London have decided to throw there. He passes you, shoulders bowed as if that would hide their impressive size, a small limp, a fake grey beard and an old top hat low on his forehead.

You start to follow him then, when he stops suddenly you slip your arm into the crook of his elbow,

“Mr. Holmes, what a pleasant surprise.” You tell him coolly and those startlingly blue eyes of his flicker with surprise.

“Marm?” He says in a false accent, you know it’s him.

“Please Mr. Holmes, don’t insult my intelligence, as if you could hide those shoulders.”

“Ms. Adler!” He grumbles and you smile without looking at him, “You are quite an impertinent woman.”

“One would think that you’d be used to it considering your sister. Or is she held to a different standard because she’s your sister?”

“Enola is precisely why I’m here.”

“Following me.” He lets out a loud sigh, “Why don’t you just tell me what has you so concerned so I may ease your fears.”

“Why did Lady Cecily not come herself?”

“As if her mother would let her leave when her fiancé has gone missing.” You tell him, “besides, you saw the pink fan.” He glances sharply down at you. “Since both that and my card mysteriously vanished before Miss Holmes saw it.” He doesn’t say anything and you sigh softly, “I am just trying to help my friend.”

“Ms. Adler?” One of the patrons of the Opera house says looking at you in concern as he sees your companion as Mr. Holmes wants to be seen. “Are you alright?”

“Of course, this is an old friend of my father’s. Mr. Drake.” You lie with a smile, “I could not be safer if I was with my own father.”

“Will Mr. Drake be coming to your performance?” He asks looking up at Mr. Holmes.

“Deaf as can be I’m afraid.” You answer patting Mr. Holmes arm you can practically feel his glare. “I do have some guests coming though, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Miss Enola Holmes. Have you met them?”

“The famous detective!” He says sounding thrilled, “I have not but would be most pleased to make Mr. Sherlock Holmes’ acquaintance.”

“I shall do my best to introduce you.” You tell him feeling Mr. Holmes going ridged next to you. This is too much fun. “We best be off. I’ve a busy day.”

“Of course, I look forward to your show tonight Ms. Adler.”

“Thank you.” You tell him moving away with Mr. Holmes.

“Deaf as can be?” He growls.

“How else would I explain someone as dear as a father not coming to my show?”

“You, are a menace.” His voice is low and growly still.

“But also so much fun.” You say with a laugh, you whistle softly and Duke joins you at your side again. “I am not the enemy here Mr. Holmes, I am just trying to help my friend.”

“We shall see.”

“Well, I shall bid you good bye, I’ll see you after the show tonight I hope.” He tips his hat at you, ever the gentleman, and you and Duke disappear back into the house you’re renting.

There’s a letter waiting for you.

Ms. Adler,

I do not want the minnow. I want the shark.

If only men could be patient you sigh. You will write back after the show tonight. Instead you start to pack up your little show bag and when that’s done you call for a carriage. You and Duke ride to the theatre, pay the driver then go inside.

The show is over quickly, you’d noticed the Holmes family in your box, Mycroft sitting perfectly still, Enola seemed most excited but Sherlock had flopped back in his seat looking most irritated. Much to your amusement.

You have one of the attendants go and get the Holmes family, as your personal guests they’re more than welcome to come to your dressing room. When there’s a sharp rap on the door you rise and welcome the family into your room.

“Thank you Martin, can you please send Victoria with some tea?”

“Of course Ms. Adler.” He says before giving a little bow and disappearing out of the room.

“Welcome.” You give the siblings a smile, you can see that they’re all related, similar blue eyes, similar dark hair and similar chins.

“Your show was fascinating! Thank you so much for the invitation.” Enola gushes, her eldest brother frowns slightly.

“I’m so glad you were all able to come.”

“Oh, forgive me,” Enola says with a small smile, “My eldest brother, Mr. Mycroft Holmes.” You give him your hand and he bows over it.

“A pleasure.” He says with a smile.

“The pleasure is all mine. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very much so. The seats were fantastic, however I am unsure of why we were given such a place of honor.” I glance at Enola who has a pleased little smirk on her face. You raise an eyebrow at her and she nods,

“I hired Miss Enola to help find a friend’s fiancé.”

“You, hired?” He glances sharply at Sherlock, “Not Sherlock?”

“No, I felt this required a woman’s touch.” You tell him with as sweet of a smile as you can muster.

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maramatoh · 2 years

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Ares

"Tragedies make you realize how selfish you are." -Tony Dorsett

Ares has always been wrathful and stubborn. His words are generally impudent and audacious, he often throws glares and frowns. His presence and aura is very often unwelcoming, he always looks like he is always ready to throw hands anytime. He is selfish and possessive, he is possessive of the things he calls “his”. And once it happens he believes that it only exists just for him and that he owns it, whatever it is.

Ares wanted to make friends ever since at a very young age, he wanted to see someone unfamiliar for once and befriend them. He wanted to play with someone new and meet a bunch of people or even other kids. But because of his cursed birth as a forbidden hybrid, he is not allowed to do all of the things he wanted to do.

This made him sorrowful. He feels like an outcast because he is not like the children in the books he reads; happy, running around, and laughing with other children and not with their mother, aunt, or uncle or even any of their familiars. He always asks his mother about this and why he wasn’t like them, and she always replies that Ares cannot be like them. And she always explained that it was for his own sake and to protect him.

His mother’s words promised him protection, but with full protection but no happiness is something that Ares wouldn’t use the word of “protection”. Because Ares’ own concept of protection has always involved both protection and happiness, these are mutually important to him.

Ares wanted it badly.

It hurts him that his mother has chosen the way of isolating him from the rest of the world in order to protect him, he knows this. He tries to be understanding and accepting of his mother’s way of protecting him in order to make her happy but he just cannot take it, he wanted to be out there for once with no restrictions. Then Ares’ own selfishness devoured him.

His want and desperation became rage, towards everyone who restricted him to be like this.

Well, this is what it looks like on the outside at least. But in reality, Ares is just enraged at himself, on his own existence and the fact that he breathes.

There was a reason why his mother did this; she is protecting him of course. But why does he need protection? Because he is a forbidden hybrid who needs to be hidden away. Maybe…just maybe…if he doesn’t exist at all, maybe his mother and her peers’ lives would be much easier.

There would be no one who would object Cecily’s desire to build an orphanage and visibly show how they hated the idea, there would be no one would despise the idea of their uncle having a apprentice because the apprentice have half of Tobias’ attention, there would be no one out there who loathes Arthur for entering their world just because he genuinely wanted to learn. There would be no one out there who Elianna would dub as “not her child” and dubbing herself as someone who “doesn’t have a child”, because what if it's better if she actually doesn’t?

Ares doesn’t have the knowledge that this reasoning and thoughts exists, he generally thought that he is enraged towards his own peers because they are the reason why he doesn’t have his freedom.

Growing in the world his peers restricted him in, he becomes very familiar and attached to it, not only to the place itself but also to its people, no matter how much he is ‘enraged’ at them. Because of this and the fact that he hasn’t met anyone from the outside, he believes it belongs to him and him only, he lived here for all of his life(his younger years at least) so it's tied to him; he owns it, he is absolutely possessive of it, its for him only and no one else’s.

With Ares’ unpleasant and unfortunate nature, he would absolutely hate it if someone stepped into his world without his permission and a single drop of his affection.

Overall Ares is a solid bunch of bad and terrible news.

However, he is also just a living person who wants to survive. Despite this kid's nature and kind of actions, he is well aware that not because of his mother and her peers, he would not be this healthy or even be alive in this world. So he still owes and is thankful for them. And because of them, he has the ability to be kind and to know what is right and what is wrong. Even if some of his actions are something you would call “cruel”, he knows how to limit it, even if he doesn’t want to. This doesn’t only apply to himself only but to others as well.

Ares still has the ability to be kind and considerate of his peers and strangers alike even if it doesn’t look like it. Ares is also a hard worker, he would rather do things by himself than have anyone’s help. He would give something to someone else if they needed it more, as long as they are not one of the people whose name is painted red in Ares’ list. Despite being someone who can be described to be “rude”, he still has decency and respect, he would not force anything into someone if it was something that makes them uncomfy. While he is only like that if he doesn’t dislike a thing in the event or situation, he still understands that he still must have proper humility even if its not whole.

Even if that someone is a person who Ares wishes to suffer as long as they live because he despised him to be his uncle’s apprentice, while there would be a rather long way in order for Ares to treat and like Arthur as a normal living person than of a dog or anything, it’s not impossible for it to not stay that way. And when it happens, who would think it was only a friendly and platonic one? To add more, it was clear that Ares has no any romantic experiences because he is restricted away from other people, he only reads romance novels thus he does have an idea what romance is supposed to look and feel like.

Ares absolutely hated Arthur for entering and shaking his small little world that was only meant for him and only him, for Ares Arthur was a intruder, he wished he could do something about it but he can’t; because it was for him doesn’t mean he could do anything he wish as he did not create it but it was created for him. Though, there are times when Ares became confused with himself. Didn’t he want a friend? Someone who he can play with? So why does he reject Arthur so much? He is what he is looking for after all.

Perhaps the type of friend Ares was looking for was someone who he could tell his secret to, and someone who wouldn't judge him and would be friends with him regardless of what he is.

Nonetheless, Ares would never admit it to be true, but out of everyone out there outside of his little world; he trusts Arthur more than anyone. But that trust is not enough for Ares to call Arthur a friend, maybe not too early on, there would be a long way to go but perhaps it could be something even more.

When Ares owns something, he would consider it to be part of his little world, thus he would protect it and cherish it. He would not let anyone ruin it, if anyone, it should be him only him and they would only crumble on his palm. Fortunately, Ares’ romance novels taught him to be gentle and loving even if he had a rather twisted mindset far down, he knew that he should always protect them and be there when they needed it the most, and keep them away from harm and support them.

When it comes to flirting, Ares is rather a teasing bastard when it comes to it. A smirk and a little glint of mischievous is his way of doing things.

Ares is rather a talented artist, whether it's painting or sketching, as long as it’s art, he would be able to do it in the best way possible. Ares also loved training and anything related to it, which includes academics. Ares is better in physical training than at anything academic, but despite that he still tries. It was for himself and his mother. Ares loved reading and has read countless literature, which ranges from anything academic to fiction stories.

>o<

Here's my MC for @adoriels-tears-if's work called "Adoriel's Tears: The Gift of Tears" and his 1470 words profile, the IF didn't really first caught my interest in the point where I gotta create a detailed MC and post it and I was just "...Eh" when I first played it. But when the update where Arthur was introduced came? I went "Holy shit, angst!!!" it finally caught my interest and I decided to make a detailed MC so here you go! I am looking forward for more content in the future in this game! And if you haven't played it feel free to give it a try, have a good day!

#redapple draws #redapple's mc #interactive story #interactive fiction #adoriel's tears if #adoriel's tears #adoriel's tears mc #oc: ares #I feel bad for everyone he has talked to #because of his attitude #especially myself because I gotta witness all the shit he is about to do #because its not gonna be great #but he would get better #mcs intro

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What is one thing you'd like to get off your chest? Spell of Shattered Sight, opinion.

Henry is an ungrateful spoiled brat who doesn't realize how good he has it. Your mom was the Evil Queen, so what? She took care of you growing up, didn't she? You had everything you could have desired, didn't you? You were loved. You were cared for. This is more than most can ask for in life. I get he wanted to meet his biological mother, but he had no regard for others feelings. Did Regina deserve to be called on her behaviors? Of course. Did everyone deserve the curse break? Damn straight we did. Henry, I'm sorry your loving mother tried to convince you a story about her horrible tragic past wasn't true but grow the hell up. He wants to be treated like an older child but he still throws tantrums like a toddler. And EMMA! Did this woman actually think about what she was doing? She threatened to take a son away from a mother who treated him right. She had no legal right to demand her son back. SHE GAVE HIM UP! She abandoned him at birth. There were chances to get him back before he was adopted out and she chose not to. She chose to let him go! So she regretted it after she met the kid? She didn't seem to care enough to find him before he knocked on her damn door. Then she walks in and demands to have custody of someone she gave away? Sod off, Sheriff. If anyone is abusing power it's you! Does Henry deserve to have both mothers in his life? Yes. Does Emma deserve the right to dictate when his legal mother can see him? Hell no.

What the bloody hell is wrong with this town?

Don't get me started on Cecily! I've been around the girl for years and all I've heard is how much she misses her family. We get it. It's been decades of the same woes. Drop it already or do something to find them!

Then we've got the very man who brought Cecily to the Merry Men. Though we clearly weren't all merry once Cecily joined the ranks. Robin Hood. First of all, why Hood? You couldn't come up with something else? It sounds so idiotic. Second of all, what the hell is wrong with you?! I understand your wife was brought back from the dead, another wonderful thing the Sheriff Savior did for us all, but that doesn't mean you have to be with her. She died. Like dead dead. Your vows died along side of her. You finally moved on. For the first time since we met you were actually happy! You're a halfwit for trying to resurrect a relationship that died years ago. I have been babysitting your son for weeks on end while you try to figure out your heart. Get it together! We all know you are in love with Regina and that isn't going to change. Stop trying to make it. You're so damn righteous it's annoying! You speak of honor but I don't see you honoring your love for Regina. You're not the man I thought you were. I hope Roland doesn't grow up to be as careless with others as you are.

Don't ask about Regina. Just don't.

Does Rumple even have power anymore? The man is whipped by the librarian. THE LIBRARIAN! He gave it all up for love? Pathetic.

Evie, who the fuck even are you?

Sam, no one cares about your animals except maybe Snow White. Seriously. If we were back in the Enchanted Forest your cats would have been my dinner many moons ago.

Speaking of dinner, Booker is not as great of a cook as he thinks he is. Wolfboy needs to work on some new recipes. Also, he needs to stop showering before a meal. I know he's in human form but I swear he still smells like wet dog at times. It's disgusting. Then again when he puts on aftershave or cologne all I want to do is fuck him which is annoying. His stupid attractive face and toned body needs to leave me the hell alone before I end up with another broken heart. No one gave him the right to be so damn nice to me! WHY? I'm not a good person! I would gladly burn a few people if I wasn't so afraid I would be ostracized like my mother. He’s just an idiot.

HOOK, CHANGE YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!

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Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare My rating: 3 of 5 stars I want to start this review by saying that strengthening beef tea sounds AWFUL. This is an incredibly scatterbrained review; I’m sorry. I took random notes as I read, and it’s going to make not a lick of sense but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have some questions about werewolves in this universe. So they believe lycanthropy is some demon disease or something, and you must be bitten to become a werewolf. But it also seems like they can control their shifts and do half changes after some time. So here’s my question. What happens if a werewolf is half shifted and bites someone or claws someone like Woolsey clawed Will? Can that person get infected? Or can they only be infected on a full moon or when the werewolf is entirely shifted? Also, can werewolves have werewolf babies???? It is quite possible that this was answered back in City of Bones, but that was like six books ago. Sorry but I love that Isabelle’s demon-sensing ruby pendant was passed down through the family as a gift from Magnus to Will. And now he’s dating Alec. That’s one of the reasons I enjoy this whole universe. I think it’s cool to see how things interconnect, but I wish I would’ve kept up to date on this when I first read it because there are so MANY of them. It’s like watching the Arrowverse shows in chronological order, which is something I have done—twice. Why, you ask? Because I like to torture myself. Don’t even ask me how many times I’ve watched the MCU chronologically. OH, TESSA, YESSSSS. “I have come to realize something about novels. That they are not true.” You have no idea how much joy this brings me because it annoyed the living shit out of me when Tessa would correct people based on what she’d read out of fictional novels. I am so proud of you, girl. You’ve come so far. Woolsey Scott can get run over repeatedly by a horse-drawn carriage, that is all. He doesn’t understand the point of women…PAH. You would not exist without women, you ugly little troll. Tessa can correct him all day long; I’m not even a little bit mad about it. I’d do it too. She also ended his whole life with the sickest burn ever. I like Tessa way more in this book. MELIORN, NAME DROPPP ISABELLE. YOUR FAERIE BF WAS OLD AF GROSS. Ugh, Tessa gets kidnapped by Mrs Dark, who cannot stay dead. Forever mad about how Jessamine’s character was handled. I feel like she was just thrown to the dust and killed for no reason. The fact that she returns with her hair shorn and all weak and immediately dies is so sad. And then she becomes a ghost doomed to haunt the Institute she hated forever. Also, the fact that Will gave her the Shadowhunter farewell when she was so against being a Shadowhunter. Like I know she betrayed everyone, but I feel for her. Idk. My confusion about the mechanics of the iratze continues. It could not entirely heal Gideon’s injured leg—it’s not clear exactly how it’s injured, but it was able to heal Jace’s broken arm completely?? HUH? Also, are blood replacement runes dangerous or not? They’re mentioned as dangerous when they’re thinking of giving them to Jem, but Gideon has two of them for his injured leg? I feel like the relationship between Mortmain and Will’s family was super underutilized. Cecily barely mentions it and only brings it up when it’s prudent to the plot—when she’s telling Will he’s in Cadair Idris. I want to know precisely how Will’s family connected with Mortmain. Were they old pals? Did his dad have afternoon tea with Mortmain? Did Cecily like him? Did their mom? Gideon is a himbo. He’s an awkward little himbo, and I ship and Sophie so hard. LOL, forever that the Lake Llyn in Idris is called Lake Lake The Consul randomly shifting into this sexist shit heel is super weird and incredibly frustrating to read. I can’t remember if he dies in this book, but I sincerely hope he does. Like the fact that he won’t listen to anything, Charlotte has to say, because why? Is it just because she’s a woman who’s better at things than him? This book is supposed to be third-person limited, but sometimes I think CC forgets and tells us things that the POV shouldn’t know. Like Charlotte’s POV, somehow knowing that Sophie would have smiled if her ‘heart hadn’t been pounding with the knowledge that she might have done something dreadful’ but also like this is Charlotte’s POV, so how did she know that? There are a few more instances like this towards the end, which throws me off. Sorry, this bothers me. So Jessamine told us in CP that Tessa’s parents were a shadow hunter and a demon. Okay, we don’t know the specifics, but we know this as fact. Then when Tessa finds out her father was a demon, she’s super shocked. And when Aloysius conveniently overcomes his senile mind to tell Charlotte all the missing answers, she’s shocked that Tessa’s mom was a Shadowhunter rather than Tessa being distantly related to Aloysius. Like Charlotte, you already know that Tessa’s mom is a Shadowhunter! That’s why she doesn’t have a warlock mark, my god. These people are idiots. And then Tessa acts shocked AGAIN when Mortmain tells her. Like why can no one put things together lmao? Like when Hyacinth tells Tessa the story about changelings and then shortly after Jessamine tells her what her parents were, I immediately figured it out. All the pieces were there, dammit. Like Tessa, stop being shocked that you’re half demonnnnn. You’ve known it for three books. Be more upset that a demon raped your mother! Also, why does she show no shock at the fact that she can bear children? She acted so slighted when Will made that jab at her. What is this trend of Tessa listing things she knows about people? Like girl, why are you like this? Damn, Ithuriel has had a horrible life. First imprisoned in Tessa’s clockwork Angel and then imprisoned by valentine. Poor guy. Oooh! Okay, Mortmain says Tessa can do magic, but like, WHERE?! DO SOME MAGIC, TESSA. Like dammit, I wish she had been learning to do magic from Magnus while learning how to fight. Imagine how cool she would’ve been at the end of this. I’m angry. Also, Mortmain made Tessa specifically so she could bear his babies like GROSSSSS FOREVER. Also, forever curious about Tessa’s kids now. If they have both shadow hunter blood and her warlock blood….can their kids do magic? Can they shapeshift? Can they bear runes? I have so many questions. Hi, question. How does Tessa know that Charlotte wept over Jessamine’s death when she wasn’t even there to see Jessamine die??? So Will finds Tessa, and they cry over Jem and then bone immediately afterwards. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, I imagine that when the Silent Brother saves Cecily and it’s revealed to be Jem, he was like

God, Tessa gets kidnapped AGAIN. Ugly tears at Will and Jem’s reunion. JUST KISS YOU TWO. CC really does have a habit of repeating themes in books. Aloysius, Tessa’s last remaining relative, gets killed before she finds out the truth about herself. Imogen, Jace’s last remaining relative, gets killed before he finds out the truth about herself. Also, how she killed the Inquisitor in TMI disappointed me just as much as Consul Wayland was killed in this book. I wanted him to survive so he could see Charlotte was right and have to be all bitter and resentful as she replaced him as Consul. Instead, he gets his head chopped off in the middle of his misogynistic rant. I was so underwhelmed. The villain was once again turned into jelly because an Angel killed him…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “How could I say farewell to you?” *sobs forever* Am I wrong for thinking that Jem and Will are in love? I’m sorry, I ship them far more than anyone else in this series. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD LINE, MAN. Did Charlotte mean to change Sophie’s name to Sophia randomly? Okay, so I will admit I 100% teared up at Jem’s goodbyes to Tessa and Will, and I teared up at Will’s death. She got me in the feels there, and I don’t even like Will that much. So kudos to you there, Cassandra. Now, here’s what I’ve got to say about the ending. What is CC’s aversion to killing off people? Like she killed Max off, yes, I know, but like he was barely a character in the books. Is it like she doesn’t want to kill off any of her mains or something? Like some throwaway Silent Brothers die in the final battle. Aloysius dies, but like that, was mimicking a previous plot in her last trilogy. The Consul dies, but again it is much like the Inquisitor’s death in the City of Glass. None of the mains die or even get hurt save for Henry, but honestly, it’s probably better for him anyway because now no one can ever ask him to leave his lab. I bet he’s pumped about all the potential inventing he can get done uninterrupted. And also, everyone gets paired off in like a perfect little happy bubble. Cecily and Gabriel get married. Sophie becomes a Shadowhunter and marries Gideon. Charlotte and Henry have a baby, and she gets to be Consul and stay in the Institute. Tessa gets to marry Will, the guy she wanted the most (don’t argue, it’s true), while Jem lives forever as a Silent Brother, then gets a Deus ex machina cure in the next trilogy, and now he and Tessa get to live happily ever after. Like….I’m surprised Brigette and Cyrus didn’t also get married. Some of my favorite lines in the book, aka the lines that are CC trying way too hard to sound old-timesy. * “But…we quarreled!” * “Is it not I.” * SHE SMILED INTO HIS EYES????!?!?!?!? View all my reviews

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What's so funny about the whole "Lightworm" joke tho

#like it's so weird #and honestly fucked up?#like that whole joke stems from the fact that Benedict turned into a worm #and like #will only calls gabriel a 'lightworm'#gabriel literally killed benedict? he killed his own father and that whole thing is a popular joke?#jace and kit saw their fathers die (at least jace thought it was his father) and that was a huge thing for them #and also julian killed his own father #like no one in the books would joke abt that tho bc it's fucked up to a massive degree #but ig bc we're not supposed to like gabriel so we have to enjoy something so messed up #also why did cecily call him that #...?#and if will is really such a gOod peRsoN at heart why does he still call gabriel a lightworm after he realizes the curse was fake?#im actually genuinely confused about this so could someone explain why it's so funny...?#anti will herondale #gabriel lightwood #tid #the internal devices

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In the Dark

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Marinette saw Damian headed down the hallway and she quickly turned down the back hallway and slipped into a costume closet. She had already had a long rough day with one of the supporting actresses causing a series of problems that somehow were all Marinette's fault. She did not need to deal with Damian as she was headed out the door. He was arrogant and always found something to complain about and it was usually about her. They had gotten off on the wrong foot and now the only thing she had ever seen him happy about was her being unhappy.

She only planned to be here for a moment but she heard him curse as his footsteps moved past the hallway and then move quickly down into the hall and the closet door opened. She pushed back into the corner hoping whatever he needed was in the front and he wouldn’t see her. She couldn’t imagine what he would need to get from there anyway. He had made it very clear that as the star of the show everyone should be meeting his needs and he had no need to know where to find his costumes or props.

Instead of getting something out of the closet he opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. She had no time to shift away or any way to hide that she was in there. She held her breath and backed into the corner. She couldn’t fathom why he had followed her into here anyway. He shifted the costumes and pushed himself right into the corner until he was against her. There was nowhere for her to escape to, she let out a startled squeak as he pressed himself into her.

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Damian could not stand Cecile. She was vapid and loud. She never had an end to her questions or ideas. She had gotten a good supporting part in the movie, but she was not a lead role for which she constantly complained. He did his best to avoid her off set but she had a habit of showing up everywhere. Honestly the entire movie was a waste and he wished he could get out of his contract. The other lead was fine. They had little interaction outside of the set and she did well with the part. Everyone else on the cast and crew were extremely tiresome with the exception of one costume designer. She was an apprentice and this was her first project on her own but it was overseen by her mentor. She was efficient and had a great eye. She had a hesitancy and stammering manner but she didn’t fawn over him like many of the others did.

Cecilie had been even more insufferable today than usual after catching Damian not listening to her because he got distracted watching the costume designer, Marinette. When Damian heard Cecile loudly talking about how she was looking for him so they could leave together and check out the new tapas place he panicked slightly. He did not want to deal with her anymore so he rushed down the back hallway and through the first door he saw. He pulled the door closed behind himself. He was moving too quickly for the small space. He thought it was an office or workspace but it turned out to be a small closet. A very small closet and it was pretty full of costumes. He tried to halt his movements and remain silent. He ended up right in the corner, or would have if someone was not already occupying it.

The other person made a startled eeep sound and he covered her mouth before they could be discovered. They were silent and listening as Cecile wandered around shouting for Damian. He was so focused on listening for her that he didn’t realize for several moments that his hand was still covering the mouth of the other person. There was no light in the closet so he wasn’t sure who was in here with him, or why. Hopefully they could be persuaded to refrain from mentioning this incident if he offered the right incentive.

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Marinette was certain the loud sound of her beating heart would give them away. She would probably have been breathing heavier but Damian’s had covered her mouth and his other arm had moved to the back of her head holding her head still. She didn’t dare try to get him to stop. She quickly figured out why he had jumped in here and it had nothing to do with her. She could hear one of the other actresses screeching around looking for him. She couldn’t blame his escape, especially since she had just done the same. Maybe she could convince him that she was also hiding from the odious woman. She was pretty nasty to Marinette and honestly she might have made the same choice if she thought the woman was looking for her.

She could feel every one of his muscles tensed against her as Cecile continued screeching out Damian's name. She would never give him the satisfaction of saying how that made her feel. He had already wanted his distaste at her mentioning anything about how the costume would look on him or display his muscles. She had just been making conversation while getting measurements but he had mistaken her inquiries about the costume's fit and material preferences as trying to make a pass at him. He told her to just do her job and leave her personal opinions out of it so she had just made the best choices she could without his input then or in the future. If he wanted to be a diva she would wait for the complaints.

Marinette shifted in his hold. She was right against his chest but she was still holding herself back into the corner with her arms at her sides. It had been quiet for several minutes when Damian released the pressure from her mouth pulling his hand away. His other hand seemed to release the back of her head slowly, almost threading through her stray hairs. She stayed rigid in the corner and she still remained silent. She didn’t know the protocol for greeting a person you randomly hid in a closet with, maybe she could find a book or a humorous blog post about it. He seemed uninterested in coming up with small talk and simply turned away from her and turned the door handle. Then he twisted it again with the same result. Several more times before he seemed to accept that there was a problem.

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“It's locked,” he said.

“No, are you sure?”

“If you can manage to open it, be my guest.”

Damian felt the woman shift and he turned so she could reach the door. Same result. It wouldn’t twist. That didn’t stop her from trying several more times and then making an irritated sound before rattling the door against the jamb.

“I’ve left my phone in the dressing room. Use yours to call someone to let us out.”

“My phone is in my office. But great news. I have the keys. Unfortunately the lock is on the other side of the door.”

“That is useless.” he sounded angry. “Why were you in here anyway?”

“This is a costume closet. I have every right to be here.” she said. “You are the one who followed me in and locked the door.”

This gave him the information to place her voice which helped make sense of her having an office instead of a dressing room. He didn't think she would accept any bribery from him to keep quiet but fortunately it was because he didn't think Marinette was the type to talk about any of the cast or crew. He had heard her be asked questions by reporters before and she always expertly sidestepped the questions to focus on aspects to promote the movie or her own work on the costumes.

He wasn't sure how to bring anything up with her. He had his first meeting with her directly after the initial meeting with the cast that has reporters. He had gotten along great with the other lead Amy and her husband at the meeting but that is when he first met Cecilie. He had been very grateful to get away from her for a quiet fitting but on her first day Marinette was distracted and fumbling. He had later found out she hadn't been told to be there at all and had rushed in to get measurements. He had been her first fitting and he was already in a foul mood. Her innocent questioning felt too personal so he scolded her harshly.

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She released the handle and turned away from the door, bumping into him in the process. He stepped back from her but he was against the wall so he reached out and nudged her away. Marinette stumbled when he pushed her and hit the wall on the other side. She pushed against it to keep herself up. She tried to smooth out the costumes so they would not be damaged in the small space. She felt around trying to think through everything that was located in this closet. She was hoping something would prove useful for their current predicament. She didn’t even realize she was talking quietly to herself until he asked about it.

“What are you muttering about?” he asked.

“I’m trying to inventory the costumes to see if there is anything here that can help us get out of here,” she said.

“I thought you were very professional until I found you hiding in a closet and now muttering to yourself.”

Marinette turned quickly to confront him. How dare he suggest she was the one being unprofessional when he had tried the same thing. She turned on him quickly. Too quickly. She slipped on a piece of fabric when she spun back towards him and stumbled. Her arms flailed out and grabbed for anything to keep her from tumbling. She cringed as she felt herself grasp at the costumes but she couldn’t seem to stop it. She made a series of noises to go along with the sounds of the hangers being yanked to the side.

But then she felt his arms go around her and pull her back to her feet. She latched onto him in an attempt to stay upright but he had lunged too far. She was only on her feet for a split second before he crashed into her and they both fell down into a heap. He was fully on top of her and she twisted to try to get free of his weight. Like a game of Twister she realized her back was on top of one of his arms and her legs were tangled in his.

His chest lifted as he shifted against her. She tried to move again but she could not get her arms under her with his weight on top of her. She froze as his hand moved against her and down the outer part of her skirted side and leg. She pulled away from his hand causing both of them to collapse back down again. His arms pulled her against him tightly as he started twisting. She struggled against him until he told her to stop. She froze again and he flipped them over until he was sitting with his back against the wall with her straddling his lap.

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Damian was regretting not just letting her fall. He could hear her flailing and reached out without thinking but now they were on the ground tangled together. She seemed to be panicking so he took charge. He felt around a bit to find out how they were tangled before making his move. She was not cooperating with any of his attempts to get them apart. She was doing the exact opposite of what they needed to do to get back to their feet.

“You are making everything worse. Just hold still,” he growled.

Finally she stopped and he was able to lift her to him and turn them both over. Now she was on top of him but they were in a better position to get untangled. His hands were resting at her hips as she moved forward, leaning against his chest. Everything in him told him to wrap his arms around her and keep her close to him but she pushed off and got back to her feet. He was shocked that he missed the feel of her against him. He chose to ignore that and pushed himself to his feet.

She was already back to going through the costumes to find a way out of here. He considered what would have happened if he became locked in a closet with almost any other woman who had been around today. He didn’t think that any of them would be trying very hard to get out. They would probably be trying to find a way to get closer to him.

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Marinette tried to contain her breathing so Damian would not notice how affected she was. She had to get out of this closet. It was not doing her any good being this close to him. She was shaking remembering the feeling of his body on top of hers and then shifting until she was on his lap, against his chest. She had known he was attractive. That was clearly printed in every magazine that had ever had a photo set of him. But being pressed against his muscles was very different from taking his measurements and checking the fit of his costumes. She just had to remind herself that he hated her.

She had gone through all the costumes on the first row and she hadn’t come up with any brilliant ideas. A couple of the costumes had pins in them that might be used to push into the back of the lock to force the mechanism open but she didn’t think any of them were stored here. She wondered if the hangers could force the handle open. They were pretty sturdy. She moved back to check the costumes to decide which ones would be least harmed by not being on a hanger for a bit. She found 3 that should work and so she went through the process of removing them.

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“You’ve had an idea,” Damian said.

He had taken a moment to calm himself after he stood back up but suddenly her movements felt feverish and hurried. He could tell she was working on some sort of plan even without being able to see her.

“I’m getting hangers. I think they could be used as a lever to force the handle open.”

“That sounds possible. How can I help?”

“I think it will have to be you doing all of the work. I’m not tall enough to put the pressure in the right spot.”

Damian reached out for her to get the hanger. Her hand pulled back suddenly when their fingers touched. He wasn’t sure how to react to that. He wasn’t one to be overly touchy and definitely not pushy about the feelings he thought might be developing but it was unexpected. Before he had time to consider further she had pushed it back and it poked into his chest and he was able to get it from her.

He reached out for the door handle and settled the hanger over it to apply the pressure. It was very tight and he could feel the handle turning but when he added a bit more pressure the handle snapped. He cursed while Marinette checked to see if it had opened. She made a disappointed noise and handed him the next hanger. Possibly he was a bit too frustrated because it snapped almost immediately. The broken wood jammed into his forearm. Marinette tried to pull his arm into the thin strip of light coming under the door.

“I don’t think it broke the skin but it will probably have scratches or bruising.”

He made a noncommittal noise and tried not to focus on her fingers gliding along his skin. It didn’t even hurt that bad any more. It had just been a sudden pain. But he found he liked being the target of her concern. He reached out to stop her fingers on his arm. She sucked in a breath at the unexpected contact and pulled back. He could practically feel her shake herself out of a daze. They were too close to hide much of anything in here. He just wasn’t sure if she was reacting to his touch in a good way or just trying to get away from him.

He instead focused on getting them out of there.

---

Marinette jumped when Damian grabbed her hand from his injured arm. She had completely lost all thought about what she was doing. He had never given her any sign that he wanted her to continue touching him beyond the initial check of his injury. Luckily he could not see her face heat up in the dark. She pulled away quickly so he wouldn’t notice how much she just wanted to hold onto his hand. His focus had returned to the door handle so that is where she would focus too. She was too quiet for him to hear her stammering apologies but just handed off the final hanger she had gotten. She could tell the difference with this attempt immediately. The handle was making a noise as it turned and Damian was adjusting it as it moved so the hanger wouldn’t snap.

Then just like that, the handle fell to the ground with a clatter. Marinette couldn’t contain her excitement. She laughed with joy and grabbed Damian and pulled him into a tight hug. She hardly even noticed that he was hugging her back because she was bouncing around. She didn’t notice until the hug didn’t end when she expected. She tended to be a hugger so she was accustomed to pulling back when the other person pulled back but after the excited feeling was washing away she started to step back only to realize that he was still holding on. His head tilted into the crook of her neck before with one final squeeze he slid away slowly. Marinette had to hold onto the wall for a moment when he released because her knees were suddenly too weak to hold her up.

---

Damian held her in his arms and wished the feeling could never end. He didn’t often hug people. He rarely enjoyed it when he did, aside from a few close family members and friends. But holding Marinette in his arms just felt right. She fit against him. He could feel her pulling back but they were about to be out of the space and he may never be close to her like this again. He tightened his hold for just a second before releasing her slowly. He hoped she couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating just now or that she would not tell everyone how he gave awkward long hugs. He squared his shoulders and pushed against the door.

The door didn’t just push open so he looked at the mechanism stuck in the handle hole. He pushed on the tab and it did nothing. The locked handle was still stuck on the outside and it wouldn’t budge. It was fastened on with screws. Marinette had picked up the handle and tried to get it to connect to the piece but it wasn’t working. Damian didn’t think that would help anyway but she was clearly in distress.

“Is there a screw to use to push in the pin hole?” Damian asked.

“No. There are no screws on this side. It was connected with threads to connect to the other piece of the handle.”

“Where is the hanger? I can use the piece that holds it to apply pressure.”

Marinette handed him one of the hangers.

“I don’t think that will work. The hanger doesn’t have the piece like that. They connect directly onto the rack so the costumes are less likely to fall and be damaged, especially during shipping or when people get locked into the closet and stuck for all eternity.”

Damian started to laugh at her joke but then he realized she wasn’t actually joking. She was breathing heavily and was backed against the wall.

---

Marinette didn’t know what else to do. They had tried everything and they couldn’t get out. No one else would be there for hours. She held onto the wall and while her head was spinning. At least Damian couldn’t see her acting so foolishly. She bit her lip to control her breathing and hot tears ran down her cheeks. She could hear Damian moving but even with another beam of light shining in she still couldn’t see what he was doing. Maybe it was good that he hadn’t given up yet. It wouldn’t be great to have them both breaking down at the same time.

But Damian had not stopped at the door. He was right there in front of her. He rested a hand on her shoulder and she just knew that he could feel the wet spot where her tears had dripped down. She felt the fingers on his other hand on her cheek, gently wiping away her tears. She couldn’t hold in a sob at his tenderness. She covered her face with her hands but he didn’t let that stop him. He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

---

Damian was not the first person anyone would go to when they were in distress but in this case he was the only one available. He made gentle hushing noises and smoothed her hair back from her face. He breathing had calmed but she was crying into her hands. She was struggling to get some distance so he could hear what she was saying. He caught just the last bit through her muffled tears.

“I’m crying all over your shirt,” she said.

“Don’t worry about my clothes. They will be fine,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“I think I’m just not a huge fan of small spaces.”

He brushed the last of her tears from her cheeks. Her breathing was calmer now and he wasn’t sure what suddenly came over him. His hand was on her jaw and he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He could feel her gasp against his lips but he realized she had stayed rigid and not melted against him. She wasn't kissing him. He had kissed her while she was against a wall trapped with him in a small closet. He stumbled back from her.

---

Marinette was so distraught about being such a mess in front of him it took her a moment to process what had happened. He had just kissed her. He seemed just as shocked as her when he pulled away. She didn’t think he had planned it. She didn’t even think he could stand her. She could still feel him standing right in front of her. Not that he had many options for where to go. His hands dropped from her and they just stood there, inches apart for a moment.

He turned back to the door and tried to mess with the lock again. She could see his face in the light coming from the hole in the door. Two separate strands of light hit his face. She could see the tenseness in his cheekbone that she imagined moved down to his jaw. The other was shining directly on his lips. She touched her own remembering the feel of his on hers.

She could feel his bicep tense as she reached out and touched him. She had to force herself to breathe. He didn't pull away but he reserved any reaction waiting to see what she would do. She knelt down next to him and slid her hand up to his shoulder. If possible he tensed even more. She reached up with her other hand and tentatively touched his jaw. She could feel the bit of rugged stubble required for the scene today. It was much softer than she had imagined.

---

Damian didn't think he quite stopped the groan that came out as her fingers brushed along his jaw. He generally preferred clean shaven but as her fingers continued to move through his stubble he was gaining an appreciation for it. He moved slowly as her second hand moved up to his jaw. She seemed over the shock of being kissed against the wall while crying but he wanted to wait for her to make a move. It was torturously slow. She was being cautious too. But he felt her body shift and then her thumb brushed along his bottom lip.

Her lips met his as she leaned forward. Her hesitancy vanished when he responded. His hand moved back to her hair where it had been when he first entered the closet and covered her mouth. She pushed herself against him from her knees but he craved her closer. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his lap. She planned a knee on either side of his hip and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kept one arm around her waist and one threading through her hair as it cascaded out of the bun.

Damian wasn't sure how much time had passed. They had pulled away for air several times and shifted positions as well. Marinette's hair was fully down from her previous hair do and her clothing looked delightfully wrinkled when the door opened and light poured in. He watched her squint at the sudden brightness. He must look something like her. Her chest was heaving and her lips red and puffy. He was tempted to shut the door again and stay hidden with her longer.

---

Marinette was dazed when the door suddenly opened and poured light over them. Her eyes were shocked at the amount of light too quickly. She knew the person who opened the door could clearly tell what they had been doing. She looked away from the man's smirk and down at the floor. She glanced back up at Damian. His hair was sticking out in all directions and his shirt was untucked. He stood and reached to pull her to her feet. She noticed a couple buttons undone at the top of his shirt. She suddenly wondered about the buttons on her own blouse and turned away to fix them.

"Jon, it's great to see you. How did you know to look for us?"

"Your brother called and said you missed dinner and wouldn't answer your phone. I sent a video of a baby elephant being cute and you didn't react so I knew something had to be wrong," Jon said.

"We have been locked in here for hours. No phone or tools and the handle was broken."

"Sounds," Jon cleared his throat, "rough."

Marinette wasn't making eye contact. She had readjusted her clothes and pulled her hair into a low ponytail. She couldn't avoid the awkwardness anymore. She stepped into the hallway and both men looked at her. She opened her mouth but realized she had nothing to say. She turned on her heels quickly and started to rush away. Her cheeks were burning and she thought she might start crying again.

What had she been thinking? There were all sorts of rumors about what kind of man Damian might be. It was widely thought that he remained single so he could hook up with women from all over and pay them for their silence. There had been all a lot of suggestions about who he might secretly be involved with but there had never been a confirmed relationship. She just knew things at work would end up very awkward if anyone found out. Both her and Damian were professional so perhaps they could manage to hide the awkwardness until the end of the project and then never see each other again.

"Marinette?" Damian's voice was quiet and he stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Would you like to go to dinner tonight? I need to freshen up a bit but I imagine you are as hungry as I am."

He sounded so uncertain. She wondered what he was thinking. Everything felt perfect when they were alone but in the sudden light and openness they were uncertain again.

"I'd like that," she said.

They both took a few minutes making themselves presentable and gathering their things. Marinette was happy she wouldn't have to catch the late night subway. Damian introduced his friend Jon and said he would keep everything about the incident to himself. She was grateful for that and for him waiting on the introduction until she had fixed her appearance. His hand hovered at her back at they walked out. Jon excused himself and left them alone as they got in the car.

Marinette buckled her seatbelt in silence. When she looked over Damian hadn't started the car. He was watching her. When she looked at him he leaned towards her. She met his lips as they gently brushed against each hers. Her heart was suddenly pounding again.

"I was aching to do that again," he said.

He turned back and started the car to take her on their first date.

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tozier (vii)

(tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, also minor violence, bit of blood, sub reader AND dom reader, BOTH baby, light choking, mild mild cumplay, oral (fem recieving)

part 7 of the tozier series [ i ii iii iv v vi ]

guys!! finally the last part, thanks for all the love on this series :) this was rly so so much fun to write for yall, pls let me know how u feel about this/the series in general

(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)

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"i fucked your friends, anyways." you say with a grin.

"funny, y/n. as if any of them would settle for you." richie snarls, smirking as if he's proud of what he'd said. it makes you smirk, shaking your head. if only he knew.

"richie, i don't think she's joking." ben speaks up. everyone's eyes turn to ben, and your heart pounds as you bite your lip. you look at each of the others quickly - ben's gnawing on his lip and looking at richie uncertainly, mike is staring at the ground in thought, eddie's staring at his lap with an amused grin, bev is smirking between the two boys with her eyebrows raised, and bill is looking at ben with a small look of realization.

your eyes land on stan, who's staring back at you intently, a suggestive look on his face as he tugs a small part of your underwear from his front pocket as he thumbs it with his finger. you send him an intent look back, trying to beg him not to do it.

when you look at richie, he's shocked, mouth agape. "what?" richie says quietly. "you fucked my best friend. it was only fair." you say with a shrug, smiling at him. he looks like he might punch you.

you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face but failing. richie looks furious as he walks up to you, the two of you standing in the middle of the make-shift circle the losers formed in the living room.

"which one?" he says through a clenched jaw.

"all of them."

the room is silent as everyone's jaws drop except yours, bev's, and surprisingly stan's - the latter of whom are smirking. richie looks like he's in utter disbelief. it's silent for a few moments, until someone breaks the quiet.

"who was the best?"

you turn bright red at that.

"shut the fuck up, eddie!" richie yells, no sign of joking on his face; he's red as he stares you down. you don't cower at all in front of him - in fact, you're definitely the one with the most power in this situation, and you smirk.

"so... a-all of us slept with y/n?" bill says in shock. everyone looks around and you're just smirking, your brother furious. "i can't fucking believe you. this isn't funny at all." richie snips.

"this isn't any different from what you did, richie. c'mon, it was just some fun. it's not like it meant anything more to any of us." mike says. you're shocked that they're all taking it so well.. you never expected them to find out, but they seem to be on your side. thank god.

your eyes dart to stan, who's still sat on the couch. he meets your eyes and doesn't back down, his gaze piercing and intense. his eyes course over your figure and you feel a twinge of emotion as you remember his hands on your skin, his lips.... you clear your throat as you look away, hoping to god nobody will notice your lace undies sticking slightly out of stan's pocket.

"-why are you taking her side?" richie hisses, shoving everyone away. his eyes barely leave yours, his fists clenching down by his sides.

"because you are in the wrong, richie. you cannot possibly be mad at me for this." you say with a grin. "sorry, you're just overreacting. plus you're not just fucking cecily, now you're actually dating her. which is way more shitty. and clearly they all wanted me, richie. i'm an angel."

bill snorts from where he's standing, "yeah r-rich, you're the one who always says that girls who suck fingers without being told to go to h-heav-"

richie throws his empty cup towards bill, missing by only an inch as he yells, "can it, denbrough! shut the fuck up!"

you're bright red from bill's words, looking from him, to richie, and then catching stan's eyes again. you swallow, throat dry.

"-wait, who was the best?" comes from bev this time. you bite your lip, watching as richie shoves her lightly. you grin, "well, ben was the sweetest, but mike was the most surprising-" "you better shut the fuck up right now y/n." richie mutters. you shrug, "you talk about cecily all the time to me!" you yell. "plus, i'm not finished. eddie... well, that was the dirtiest." you smirk at him and he grins at the ground, richie moving towards you. you back up swiftly, still talking. "-eddie fucked me in your bed, you know."

richie shoves you hard, looking the angriest you ever have seen him. everyone else gasps or rushes towards the two of you, but as your back hits the wall near the fireplace you barely wince, laughing. "then there was bev... that was the hottest. you were in the other room." you wink.

bev gives mike knuckles out of the corner of your eye and you almost laugh, watching richie as the others tug him back from you. "y-y/n, stop. we get it, r-richie's gotta calm down." bill says as he holds back richie's seething form.

you tilt your head, grinning at bill. "what, you don't want richie to know that you have the best dick game?"

everyone stops, and richie freezes in bills arms. "wh-" bill starts with a cocky smirk, but then richie's wrestling bill to the ground, and your eyes are widening. "richie, knock it off!" bev yells, laughing as richie shoves bill's head and bill just laughs on the ground.

mike and ben get him off of bill, who's sitting up with a disheveled shirt and smirking. "jesus, richie." stan mutters, still on the couch seemingly unbothered.

you feel the need to make it worse, just to rub it in. "richie, it's okay. he felt bad at first, fucking me in my bedroom while you were asleep next door-"

"shut up y/n!" richie yells, loud enough that you think the neighbors could have heard. stan laughs from the couch, and richie turns to stare at stan, who's lounging as if nothing's happening, looking entirely amused and unbothered. it’s hot.

it's quiet for a moment, and it seems like everyone thinks you're done. you mutter, "but stan was the most recent, like ten minutes ago, actually." stan doesn't even really react to your words, he just grins devilishly at richie, dimple popping in his cheek.

you clench your thighs.

richie turns to you again. "you're a fucking bitch. you’re so disgusting, it's no wonder you couldn't get any of my friends to want to date you. so you just tried to fuck them all instead. you're embarrassing." richie spits. your eyebrows draw together and you almost quip back but a movement makes you look to your left. stan rises as he states, "richie. shut up." you and richie both look to stan, as do the others.

"i don't want to hear shit from you, uris. fuck you, i've told you for years to keep your paws off my sister." he spits, and stan tilts his head.

"she's a grown up, richie. she's not just your sister. if she wants me to go down on her in the backseat of your car, why the hell would i say no?"

and then richie's swinging at stan, punching him hard in the face.

"richie!"the others call, bill and mike pulling him away and holding him firmly this time, shocked that he really did it. "stan?" you call, moving toward him as he flexes his jaw and holds the side of his face. he stands all the way up and licks his lip, a smear of blood leaking from the fresh split on his lip. richie's shaking his hand, face bright red under his glasses.

"fuck all of you." richie hisses, turning and shoving eddie and ben out of the way as he grabs his car keys and storms out the front door.

it's quiet after richie leaves, and everyone decides that he needs cool off time before he comes back or before anyone tries to talk to him. so they then get the message to trail out and head to the basement in groups of two or three until just stan remains. "stan, i'm sorry." you say weakly, offering a hand. he lets you lead him to your bedroom upstairs, silently looking at the ceiling as you re-enter the room with a shitty first aid kit.

stan is impossible to read as you tear open a wipe to clean around the cut. your hands shake as they rise to his face. "i'm sorry." you whisper, the guilt getting to you.

you jump a bit as one of his hands lands on the bare skin of the back of your thigh. you meet eyes and stan stares directly at you, "i'd do it again."

you smile shyly, looking down and swiping across his bottom lip to collect the blood. "i never meant for this to happen, i guess. i was just so angry, and i- yeah."

it’s quiet again.

"when did you and bill fuck?" is all he asks after the silence. you blink at him, thinking. "um... a few weeks ago? when we went to kiera gross's party."

he hums, his hand still rubbing your bare leg and making you feel weak. his fingertips graze the skin of your ass before moving back down, making you exhale shakily. you feel like you want stan to know that you don't have anything going on with bill - but you're nervous. "i promise, i- god, would you stop fidgeting?"

your hand grabs his jaw, but he jerks his head away and he tosses you a glare. "i'm fine." he mutters.

"i don't have to be doing this, i can just go back downstairs." you snap, crossing your arms.

"yeah, perfect, why don't you go let bill fuck you again?" stan quips. "he was the best, right?" you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look at his pouty lips. "stan, come on. and tilt your head up."

it's silent again and stan's staring up above you, avoiding your eyes as you wipe a bit of alcohol over his busted lip. "y'know, i hate to say it, but this is kind of hot." you whisper.

he stares at you dryly. "you think your brother socking me in the face is hot?"

you laugh, "no, i think me telling you what to do is. you take directions well." his face blooms light pink at your words and you feel proud. he’s watching you carefully, "really? that's cute coming from you. i seem to remember you begging for me to tell you what to do not even an hour ago."

you swallow, cheeks going red, but you notice his are too. "maybe you just need to be put in your place, stan." you whisper, leaning forward to capture your lips together. he winces slightly, his busted lip tender against yours, but his hand grips your ass immediately, tugging you towards him.

you slide onto his lap, straddling him easily. the kiss starts slowly, but quickly heats up when he pulls you down to grind on him, causing you both to let out shaky moans of pleasure. then you gently push his shoulders back, “wanna feel you inside me.” you whisper, noticing his knowing smirk as he lays back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

you slide back on his lap, undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs. his cock springs up and you bite your lip, hand wrapping around his base. you pump slowly, watching as he bites him lip and tilts his head back. you're filled with desire as you take in his size, desperate to feel him. then you're pressing a kiss to his lips, balancing up on your knees and teasing him against your slit, spreading your wetness. he groans, bucking his hips up but you shush him, kissing him again.

he pulls off your shirt, and you quickly do the same to him, taking in his toned torso. you silently thank whoever made stan so goddamn good at baseball. he groans as you place his hands down and off your body, gently sinking down onto him.

you both let out loud groans, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out perfectly. his head falls onto the wall behind him as you start to move on top of him, stabling yourself on his chest. “fuck, y/n.” he groans lowly, eyes shut in pleasure.

he looks so perfect under you and you move yourself quicker, loving how he fills you. one of your hands slips into his hair, pulling and making him groan, his hips stuttering. “stan…” you moan as he places kisses on your neck and chest, moving your hips as you bounce. his teeth nip at your skin, his hands rising to grip your ass, hiking up your skirt.

leaning forward, you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling. stan's biting his own bruised and split lip, his face flushed and chest heaving. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down. you moan into his skin, sucking dark marks up and down to column of his throat,

you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body. he all but growls, his head falls against the wall again with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched. his hips are stuttering and he’s flushed, looking like heaven under you. "stan," you moan, "you feel so good, fill me up s'good." you whisper, unable to stop yourself as you moan.

through breaths, he's whispering into your ear. "sorry, who did you say fucked you the best?" he asks as you clench around him.

"shut up." you whisper into his ear as you bounce on him, your hand rising to his throat.

his eyes lace shut, screwing with lust as he moans, hands hard on your hips as he fucks you down onto him. you squeeze his throat lightly, feeling him swallow under your palm. your lips meet and he bites down on your lip hard, moaning at the feeling of your hand on his neck.

"who fucks you this good?" he says, and you can feel his voice vibrate under your palm, his lips in a sexy grin as his eyes flutter shut. "shut up, stan." you say again, "don't make me leave and let you finish yourself off." you whisper in his ear.

he moans at that as you move your hips, your hand still around his throat.

his hand rises up your back, palm sliding over your bare skin and then gripping your breasts, starting to thrust up. you moan loudly, forehead falling to his shoulder at the new angle as stan stretches you and hits perfectly deep inside you. your hands fall to his chest, clenching around him as you whimper.

your legs burn and it's almost like stan can tell, because he's lifting you off him and then swiveling you so that your back falls onto the mattress. he hums, "no, you won't leave."

you raise your brows as he grabs your legs, pulling you down towards him on the bed. "what makes you think i won’t just get up right now?" you ask.

but then he's sliding into you, one leg held by his hand and the other behind him. he fills you up and makes your toes curl and your vision cloud in pleasure with one stroke. and then he's thrusting, your whole body bouncing as he pounds into you, hitting your g spot perfectly and making you gasp sharply in pleasure.

"because," he whispers into the shell of your ear, "nobody can make you cum like i can."

you let out a shaky breath, the last ounce of dominance gone from your body as he fucks you into the mattress. he slips his thumb into your mouth and you wrap one hand around his forearm, sucking on his thumb and swirling your tongue over the tip of the finger as he stares into your eyes.

he bites his lip, grinning. "what was it bill said? that girls who suck fingers without having to be told go to heaven?"

you blush at that as he thrusts into you, and he coos as he slips the finger out of your mouth with a light pop. "yeah, guess he's right. you are my good girl."

and then he's rubbing your clit gently with that thumb, his hips rocking into yours and making your legs shake. you moan loudly, the pleasure making you squeeze your eyes shut.

he hums, "you'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know who's really your favorite." he whispers cockily against your lips, and your eyes roll back as you moan quietly.

he smiles at you, other hand smoothing your hair. your eyes fall to the marks from your fingers around his neck, and you get shiver of pleasure knowing the effect you have on him. "you need me. say it." he whispers against the skin of your chest.

you let out a strangled, "n-need you, stan... i n-need you." you rush out, feeling dangerously close to your second high of the day. he smiles, kissing you sweetly as he thrusts deeper than before, making you moan into his mouth a low whimper. the aching need is becoming almost unbearable, and you pull him closer to you, clenching around him as you near your high.

"it’s okay, i need you too, babylove." he whispers into your ear, kissing your hairline as he tugs your leg up more, hitting a different angle. the new sensation pushes you over the edge and you're moaning his name in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as you pulse around him. you feel euphoric as he rocks you through your orgasm, kissing you softly.

his name falls from your lips as you hold him tight, your nails leaving small half-moons in his skin. you come down from your high and stan's right behind you, only a few more thrusts until he stills slightly, his breath shake as he props himself above you.

he pulls out and pumps himself, biting his lip as a bit of blood lingers from the split. you're breathless as he cums in spurts on your stomach, enthralled by the sight of his beauty. "god, y/n." he whispers, the david star charm on his necklace glinting in the light against his bare chest.

"didn't want to cum inside you." he whispers against your lips, but you pull him closer, "it's okay, i'm on the pill anyways." you whisper. he swallows, sighing in relief as he collapses next to you. "good girl." he whipers breathlessly. you smile into his neck as he pulls you closer to him, your naked limbs warm against each other's bodies. you lay there for a few moments, listening to his rapid heartbeat calm down as he plays with strands of your hair.

he gets up suddenly, though, and pulls on his own underwear and then pulls your own from his pocket of the pants on the floor. you swallow, watching him as he slowly slides your underwear up your legs slowly. he watches you, too - "did you fake it?" he asks.

you blink at him. "no, actually." you admit, face red. "never with you."

he smirks, kissing your bare legs as he makes his way up your thighs. you swallow, heart beating quick. "wh-what are you doing?" you ask. he shrugs, "you look so beautiful when you cum. i want to see it again."

your throat dries up as you try to swallow to avoid choking at his words, shock coursing through you along with desire. holy fuck. "but your lip-" but he shakes his head, "-don't care." he says, eyes already focusing on your heat.

"o-okay." you say shakily, "god, please," you add, looking at him as his breath hits you. he watches you as his tongue sticks out, licking a stripe up your pussy before swirling on your stimulated clit, making you gasp in pleasure.

the feeling is sharp and pleasant as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks lightly, tongue running over your folds. his hands move to hold your thighs as he delves in, your moans quieting as the pleasure increases after already being so overstimulated.

you're already shaking. his mouth moves on you expertly, his tongue sliding to fuck up into you and making your hips buck, his nose brushing against your clit. you tug on his hair and he groans, sending vibrations through your body that make your toes curl. "stan, f-fuck," you say quietly, whimpering.

its soft as he looks up at you, his tongue working you so well that within a few minutes, you know you’re already about to cum. your fingers tug his hair hard and then he's reaching to cup your face.

his thumb presses against your lips and you kiss it softly, making smirk in between your thighs as he kitten licks your clit and draws a gasp from your lips. “stan, oh my god, i’m so close.” you sigh out, overwhelmed by how good you feel, by the pleasure coursing through you and the affection for the boy you’re with.

he just holds you tighter to his face, lapping your juices up and flicking against your clit before sucking, your thighs tightening. “stan, please, i’m gonna-” and but yourself off with a high moan, hand covering your mouth as you hit your high. you cum for the third time on his tongue, your legs shaking as you ride it out, your fingers combing through his curls. you sigh in bliss as you come down from your high, full of affection and need.

stan rises from between your thighs, pressing a kiss to each before pulling up your lacy underwear and kissing your lips.

he's wordless as he leaves the room, coming back moments later with a warm washcloth to clean himself off your stomach. you watch him the whole time as he smiles, your handprint fading from his neck. your stomach flutters as you pull on a sweatshirt and press a kiss to his nose.

but the door opens and shuts from downstairs and you both share a look: now is not the time to test richie.

stan looks to your window, then back to you, "i'm going to go. it's probably best."

you pretend not to be disappointed. "y-yeah. makes sense." stan stares at you for a second with a gentle smile before standing and quickly getting dressed the rest of the way.

you watch silently with an aching heart as he pulls his shirt on, grabbing his shoes and then leaning to kiss you quickly. "hey." he says softly, and you meet his eyes. "i'll... see you soon."

"okay." you whisper as he slips out your window and down to your roof.

you don't see stan for almost eight days after that. he doesn't phone the house, the losers don't come by much, stan not at all. richie doesn't speak to you, only in passing and only micro aggressions. it's lonely.

it's almost sunset when the door knocks, and you take your time walking to open it.

you swing the door open and do a double take as you see the boy standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets. he looks nervous, but when his eyes catch your figure, his face turns red.

stanley uris looks devastatingly gorgeous in the dying light of the afternoon.

"-oh, i thought..." he clears his throat. "i thought richie'd be here." he says, swallowing. you raise your brows, "he's at work right now, actually." you respond, toe drawing circles in the ground. "why did you even try to come and talk to him? he's a nightmare right now, he'd definitely try to beat you up again." you say softly. he chuckles a bit and your heart keels over and surrenders to him.

stan shrugs, "he's been my best friend since we can remember. it's not as bad as he seems to think, i know we can get through this."

you nod, heart then deflating as you realize that stan's intending to apologize to richie and beg for him to forgive him - of course friendships are more important than hook-ups, but after last time... and the way stan had stood up for you when richie was being mean... you'd hoped things would be different with him.

because you think you've loved stan for a long time.

"anyways, he has to learn to accept that i have feelings for his sister. i'm not going to sacrifice my happiness just because he's acting like a child, or that he's mad that i spend all my time thinking about you."

your head snaps up to him and your eyes widen, heart soaring at his words. "wh-wait what?" you ask, suddenly shy. "you-" you just smile, not knowing what to say. stan shrugs, as if it's as simple as saying the sky is blue.

"i think about you all the time, y/n. i like you as more than a friend, more than just a good fuck. i want to be yours, i want you to be mine. always have."

you smile so big you think your face may split in two. "i think about you too, stan. haven't stopped in a few years. i missed you last week."

"then can i take you out?" he asks boldly. "promise i'll hold your hand and buy you dinner."

"he'll kill us." you say, looking into stan's bright honey eyes. they're full of confidence and mischief and you think he's absolutely irresistible. stan's large hand finds purchase on your waist lightly as he smiles, "has that ever really scared you, y/n?" he asks.

you smile as you take his hand. "of course not."

he kisses your forehead as you step towards him, his arm pulling you closer and releasing hordes of butterflies in your stomach. "think we should go visit him at work? order a shake with one straw and make out in the corner booth?" stan asks, the light catching the purple and yellow skin of his fading bruise.

you laugh as you walk towards his car, shoving him a bit. "you're an asshole." you say, butterflies rampant. his laugh makes you warm and he leans towards you. "you can say that all you want, but i know you've had a crush on me since we were kids." he teases.

you roll your eyes. "you're really testing me, uris."

"it's okay, tozier. i think you're beautiful even when you're mad." he says, pecking you on your nose. "well you better get used to it, i guess." you mutter, and he chuckles a bit as he kisses your forehead.

"i will never get tired of you, no matter what you do or what your brother thinks."

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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I know you write about relationships in TLH and TID that are rarely/seldom touched on in the books or extras, but I wanted to know if you would consider a Christopher and Thomas Lightwood fic. Maybe the first time they are both in the lab and Thomas experiences the first of the many explosions which Kit unintentionally created. You could follow it up with another scene: Thomas pointing out to Christopher what had led up to the explosion (a misidentified component or measurement).

Of course! I absolutely adore the Lightwood cousins! I put a tiny bit of all of them in this fic, but it's mostly focused of Thomas and Kit :)

Thomas and Kit:

Thomas’ sisters have been giggling for what felt like days. Not only giggling, but they kept pestering him, asking about what men fancied the most in women.

Oh, Tommy, do men like shorter hair or longer hair?

Do men prefer a woman who speaks softly or says what’s on her mind?

Thomas would always say the same thing: I don’t know.

Because, really, he didn’t. He’d never thought of women in that way, though the angel knew he’d tried. He simply couldn’t. His mind told him to like one thing, but his heart said otherwise. It was frustrating. And very confusing.

“Why can’t you just be yourselves?” Thomas said. “Who cares what the men think?”

They giggled again, which made Thomas furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t you understand, Tom? You have to lure them in by attracting their attention, and then, once you have them wrapped around your finger—”

“Then, you can show your true colors.” Barbara finished.

“That’s a terrible idea.” Thomas said. “You’re just wasting your time.”

They both shook their heads in perfect synchronization.

“He’s too young.” Eugenia said.

“And innocent.” Barbara replied.

Thomas rolled his eyes as they giggled again, and began discussing possible bachelors.

Thomas could only tolerate two minutes before he felt suffocated and stood up, frustrated.

“Wait, we still need you.” Eugenia said.

“Where are you going, Tommy?” Barbara asked.

“Out.” He snapped, taking his coat from the hanger and tugging it on. He let the door close behind him, ignoring his urge to slam it, and quickly made his way down the steps of his house.

The cold air bit into his skin and made its way to his neck and down his back. He silently cursed his sisters for making him leave in such a rush that he forgot to take his scarf.

Thomas walked down the streets of London, letting movement cool his head.

He was tired of the world. Angry at it. The way his sisters embraced it and tried their very best to be a part of it. The way it would force him to live his life differently, with someone he could never truly love.

He wished it would disappear, leave him alone, and yet it was always there, floating over his head like a shadow.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and briskly crossed the street.

Most days, Thomas missed Idris; walking barefoot through the forest and simply being outside in the clean, rich air. In Idris, if he wanted to be alone, he could. He could lay on the grass and fill his lungs with it’s wonderful scent, or climb a tree and hum melodies of his own creation. Of course, he liked the fact that in London, he could be with his friends, but there are some things even friends can’t quite help with. His friends could calm his mind the way the soft breeze that ruffled his hair or singing of birds could.

Thomas didn’t realize where he was going until he was standing in front of his Aunt and Uncle’s house.

He knocked on the door, and when nobody answered, he shrugged and opened it.

He made his way through the house, poking his head in certain rooms, trying to find one of the residents. It was usually quiet today. He looked into the parlor and found Cecily with her back to him. She was swaying back and forth, her hair falling from it’s bun.

“Hello, Aunt Cecy.” Thomas said.

Cecily turned, and smiled when she saw him. Her eyes had bags under them, as she and Uncle Gabriel were very tired these days, the reason for which was soundly snoozing in Cecily’s arms. Thomas’ new baby cousin, Alexander (whom Kit had informed Thomas was very loud) apparently has lungs of steel. Cecily had said she looked like a raccoon these days, but Thomas thought she still looked as pretty as always. “Oh, hello Thomas. Have you come to see Christopher?” She asked, rearranging Alex’s blanket.

Thomas nodded, “is he here?”

“In his room. He’s been awfully quiet today.” She said, simply. Then she furrowed her eyebrows, as if realizing what she’d just said.

“Do make sure he's not partaking in something foolish while you’re there, Thomas, would you?”

“Yes, Aunt.” Thomas said, making his way up the stairs.

He hadn’t wanted to come any closer to his baby cousin, for fear that he’d wake him, and Aunt Cecy would have to put him to sleep again.

Thomas waved at Uncle Gabriel as he passed him in the study, as he walked down the hall. Gabriel waved back half-heartedly, as if the life had been sucked out of him.

When Thomas opened the door to Christopher’s room, he found him bent over the table in his room.

“You’re going to hurt your back if you stand like that.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

His cousin looked up immediately.

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

Surprised and confused, Thomas did so, and Kit straightened.

“What ho! How wonderful that you are here, Tom. I was working on something fascinating.”

“Is it related to science in any way, because last time you tried something like it, you blew up one of Henry’s walls.”

“That was because I made a simple mistake.” Kit said, with a wave of his hand. “This time it’s different.”

Thomas wasn’t very convinced. He noted Kit’s askew cravat, his tousled hair, his glasses that sat crooked on his nose and his wide-eyed gaze and concluded that his cousin has officially lost his head.

“Why did you look like I’d committed the largest sin on the planet when I left the door open?” Thomas said, deciding to change the subject.

Kit scowled. “Alexander.”

Thomas blinked. “You’ll have to be a little bit more specific than that.”

“Any small amount of noise and Alexander will cry for hours.” Christopher said, scrawling something on a paper. “At least this way I don’t have to hear the racket so much.”

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“I don’t know why Mum and Dad even wanted another baby. They’re demonic creatures.”

“I thought you liked Alex.”

“When he didn’t cry so much.” Kit said, rather darkly.

Thomas had never seen his cousin so…gothic? Not only was he strangely gothic, but he has also thrown himself into science experiments, which didn’t settle well with Thomas. It was as if he were a mad scientist and Thomas, who’d read Frankenstein, didn’t think those two words were ever a good combination.

He cast an uneasy glance at Kit, who was biting his bottom lip as he combined two solutions.

“Kit, what are you even trying to accomplish?”

“Oh, erm, actually, I don’t know. I’m just observing what will happen if you combine— Oh, that’s not good,” Kit said.

“What’s not good?” Thomas asked, just as a large explosion answered the question for him.

“What the Hell was that?!” They heard Gabriel’s frantic voice call from the hall, just as Alexander began wailing and Cecily let out a noise that started out as frustration, then became something halfway between confusion and worry. Christopher, covered in soot, simply stared, dumbfounded, at the place where the vial had once been.

“Erm…” Thomas said, unsure of how to answer the question his uncle asked.

Not that it mattered, as Gabriel burst into the room a few seconds later. Much like his son, he blinked and just stared at the explosion site for the moment it took Cecily to come inside with a red faced Alexander in her arms. The latter was rubbing at his puffy eyes with his small fists, clearly not happy to have been woken up from his nap in such a way.

“Christopher Gideon Gabriel Lightwood, what in the name of Raziel have you done?” Cecily said, not hysterically, like most parents might ask, but more so weary, as though she wasn’t entirely surprised by the fact that there was an explosion in her residence on a Sunday morning.

Kit shrugged, still staring at the explosion site.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Thomas said, “but are these chemicals toxic? Shouldn’t we be evacuating?”

And for the first time in Thomas’ life, he saw his Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily exchange a wide-eyed expression before Cecily ordered them all out of the room and briskly led them down the hallway.

She knocked on Anna’s door as they passed it. “Cariad, make haste, we’re evacuating the house.”

“Why?” Anna asked in a bored and strangely breathless voice, as if she were dancing.

“Your brother caused an explosion. Did you really not hear it?” Gabriel said.

“Oh, that’s what that was?”

“Yes, now come outside before you start glowing in the dark from the toxic fumes.” Cecily said firmly.

Anna groaned. “Alright. Let me get dre— I mean, I’ll be right down.”

Cecily sighed and continued down the hall.

…

Thomas waited outside with the Lightwoods, Anna climbing out of her window a short while later, not bothering to straighten her simple dress as she landed. If either Gabriel and Cecily were by any means surprised by Anna’s exit, neither remarked upon it. Nor did they mind that Anna was barefoot or that her wavy hair was unbound, waving in the wind like an ebony banner.

Gabriel and Cecily were simple folk, in that sense. They didn’t waste time trying to make their children conform to society, they just let them roam free.

Well, except for now, as they were scolding Kit, Cecily forbade him from any sort of experimentation within their house. They may differ from parents in many ways, but they were still parents, regardless.

Anna slumped down beside Thomas, watching the house.

“Another day, another dollar in the Lightwood residence.” Anna said mournfully.

Thomas just stared blankly ahead.

“One of these days, Tom, I’m going to get my own flat.”

Thomas nodded.

“And you can have my room here.” Anna said.

Thomas snorted. “Your room is pink. Very pink.”

Anna pressed her lips together. “Believe me, I’m aware.”

When Kit was done being scolded, he came over to them. Anna patted the grass next to where she was sitting and Kit plopped down beside her.

“How angry are they?” Anna asked.

Kit just frowned.

“At least they’re not disappointed.” Anna said, ruffling his hair.

Kit just pressed his lips together, identical to the way his sister had done shortly before. Anna and Kit looked very alike, despite their coloring. They always denied it, of course, just as Thomas always denies it when others say that he looks like his sisters.

“Well, you two are a dull bunch.” Anna said, getting up. “If neither of you are going to talk, I might as well leave.”

They watched her go to her father, most likely making a joke as she walked and despite everything that happened, Gabriel chuckled.

Kit scooted closer to Thomas, who put a hand on his cousin’s back.

“Maybe next time, you should study the chemicals better.” Thomas said, “see how they react to other chemicals. I don’t think spontaneity is something scientists encourage.”

Kit looked up.

“And maybe don’t do it in your room?” Thomas said.

Christopher nodded.

Thomas looked straight ahead, and they sat in a comfortable silence.

“Do you really hate Alex?” Thomas asked after a while.

“Not really.” Kit said. “He is just vexing sometimes.”

Thomas huffed a laugh. “I feel the same about Genia and Babs sometimes, if that makes you feel better.”

“I still like Alex, though.”

Thomas hummed. “Yes, I still love my sisters too.”

Thomas leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes. He may not be in Idris, but at least he still had his family. He may be different and the rest of the world might shun him, but at least his parents would still love him.

At least he was alive, and though sometimes it wasn’t always perfect, life was still good.

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Hi honey! How's everything? So, I'm once again sending a looong ask and since I've been MIA on this fandom (yes, we're a fandom, embrace it ❤ ) I made another summary of things I wanted to highlight in the chapters I didn't feedback sooo... here you go

Chapter 31 (I know... I'm so late) “Matter of taste I suppose,” you commented. “Or lack thereof. I personally wouldn’t choose this paper but…” “There are different papers for wedding invitations?” Anthony asked and you blinked a couple of times. “Please tell me you’re jesting.” Ok but now they’re getting married this is even funnier 'cause- of course she’ll obsess over every single detail and I mean, I can’t blame her, I’d probably do the same 😂

“What? No,” Kenneth said with as much sarcasm as one could have in their voice. “Everyone knows rivalry just makes men want something less and give up. Just look at the whole human history.” Ok, this is random but as I read it Kenneth’s voice in my head was Jamie Campbell Bower's voice (I may or may not be obsessed with the whole cast of Stranger Things, so maybe that’s why), as I said it's random and totally unimportant but I wanted to share

Chapter 32 “But Lucie heard from a valet that a lord said if I kept going like this, I was going to come across as—” You pulled your brows together, trying to remember. “Um, intimidating. Apparently one of his friends was going to propose but he said I struck fear in his heart purely because I already turned down two suitors.” Oh, the Medusa foreshadowing, Dream you lovely minx ❤

“A siren.” You bit down on your lip, then shook your head. “No. I did consider it though.” Gotta say I missed him calling her that, wonder if he'll do it again anytime soon, maaaybe in a spicy situation, just sayin' 😏

Extra Scene 12 “But,” Lady Danbury added as a thought hit her and she raised her brows at him. “I trust that love didn’t make you forget about your responsibilities Lord Bridgerton; she’s not going to be too fond of your presence before marriage.” One comment and one only, I DOUBT IT. She'll definitely be too fond of his- presence, right 😈

Chapter 33 “I have no idea why I’m here,” Kenneth murmured and Hugh shrugged his shoulders. “You hate poetry already, I figured you’d need an actual reason why.” “I was under the impression you and I got along well Hugh,” Kenneth pointed out, making you bit down on a smile. “Why do you want to torture me?” You caught the small glimmer in Hugh’s eyes as he shot him a grin. “Because it’s fun to torture you,” he said and Cecily exchanged glances with you. I'm sorry but I don't think we talked enough about how these two were flirting SHAMELESSLY in front of EVERYONE like- this whole exchange it's the embodiment of "GET A ROOM" 🔥

Chapter 34 “Speaking of sisters, where’s Iona?” you asked him. “I can’t see anyone with a Luna mask.” Ok but this, this right here, I've been wanting to comment on this for weeks now but I didn't have the time before but nooow... Seriously, a Luna mask, LUNA- like in Lucie + Iona... I'm dying and the cause is fluffness. 💖 Also totally sure my girls did the do, once again people getting laid everywhere, at least now it's only a matter of time before Chérie gets her turn, thank you very much

Ok I'm not even gonna highlight one part of the proposal because everything about it was perfection. Him saying he lost his mask the day they met. The dancing. Him getting down on one knee. The I love you.

“But I can see now why it wasn’t difficult for me to control my heart, because all these years you had it with you, an ocean away from me,” he said. SERIOUSLY MY HEART ❤

“After you, Lady Bridgerton.” I'M DEAD

I mean, first a love token and dozens of flowers and now this whole proposal at a masquerade. THIS IS ANOTHER LEVEL OF ROMANCE, DREAM, DO YOU REALIZE THE STANDARD YOU'RE PUTTING?

Extra Scene 13 Only one thing to say and it's this... Bridgerton Clan + Celias = Perfection. The chaos- amazing, you nail it every time.

Chapter 35 Someone already said it but I want to reiterate. Elias is giving SUCH Ross Geller vibes, I can't- it's too hilarious I love this golden retriever boy in any mood😂❤

“Anthony?” “Yes darling?” I fucking love whenever these two lines come up because it sounds so natural, like they've been together for years, it's so sweet 💕

You were beginning to think that you would be spending your marriage just kissing him and you would be happy with it. Oh yeah kissing, right. I mean, that's how it starts... 🔥😈😏

“Thank you father.” I need more of this, thank you

“Only three and a half weeks.” Ok I must ask, how long will it be for us though?

Extra Scene 14 “I’ve never loved anyone more in my entire life,” Anthony said. “I’ve never wanted anything more than being with her. I’m not going to put her through that hell, because she is the embodiment of my heaven. So trust me, by hook or by crook I will be with her, regardless of your opinion or your approval.” The bar, it keeps getting higher and higher, I needed to lower my standards Dream, you're making it difficult ❤😂

Wow, it's a monster of an ask, sorry about that, love you, can't wait for the next one! ❤❤❤

Omg Gabrielle honeeey you're going to make me cryyyy, you're so sweet! ❤❤

Aaaaaa I'm so excited! ❤❤❤

Chapter 31:

Oh you're absolutely right! ❤ Like, the preparations for that wedding will be actual chaos 😂

Omg I've first seen that actor on Will and he was such a great Marlowe, the way he delivered a certain line is still in my mind to this dayyyy! ❤

Chapter 32:

I love foreshadowing so much! 😏

He will one hundred percent call her that very soon 😏 It'll be fuuuun! 😈😏

Extra Scene 12:

Oh she will be very....very fond of his presence especially after the wedding 😏

Chapter 33:

I think both Kenneth and Hugh have such flirty personalities that they literally can't even help themselves whenever they're around each other, no matter who's around 😂

Chapter 34:

LUNA! LUNA MASK OMG YOU NOTICED THAT DETAIL!😍😍 That was totally intentional😍

The proposal part was so fun! ❤❤ And awww I'm glad you found it romantic as well! ❤

Extra Scene 13:

Can you imagine the CHAOS when Cherie starts living there? 😂

Chapter 35:

Awwww that's so cuuuute, I've never thought about it that way until now, you're right! ❤😍

She will enjoy kissing and moreeee😏

Oh that's a good question! So we're going to have chapter 36 today, and chapter 38 is the wedding chapter and it'll be a huge HUUUUGE chapter, the longest chapter so far 😂

Extra Scene 14:

But that's a good sign! 😂❤

Honeeey, never apologize for that, I LOVE LONG ASKS SO MUCH😍 Thank you so so much for this, you're amazing! ❤❤❤

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Jace and Kit bonding

Jace and Kit were meeting up for their monthly visit. It was Jace's turn to go to Cirenworth and see Kit.

Next time Kit would come to New York. He enjoyed it there because Jace and Clary would let him eat all the cookies he wanted.

Sometimes Jace would bake the cookies, he was good at baking, and Clary would decorate them, he was not good at decorating. “That's why Clary is his perfect partner,” he'd said half jokingly one time.

Clary and Jace had come to be protective of Kit, as they had with Emma Carstairs and the Blackthorns. And like they were with their nephews.

Jace and Kit had been sitting around for a while in a comfortable and peaceful silence.

”So,” Jace said breaking the silence. “You've heard about Will Herondale and James Herondale and even Tobias Herondale. But did you hear about Lucie?”

“I've heard a little,” Kit replied. “Didn't she write a lot?”

“Yup. Basically, she was like a fanfiction writer,” Jace smiled. “I wish we could read her work. I believe it was called The Beautiful Cordelia.”

Lucie Herondale had also done other things, things that were technically breaking the law. Which only made Jace want to meet her more.

“Sounds gay,” Kit said.

“All good things are a little gay,” Jace laughed a little. It was something a drunk Alec had said randomly one time, and it stuck. “She was also cousins with the Lightwoods.”

“I think they should have been the Gaywoods,” Kit laughed.

“Agreed,” said Jace. “And then there's Cecily Herondale-Lightwood. She killed a giant demon worm.”

“She sounds badass.” Kit sat up from where they were lying on the floor.

“She was,” Jace gave a slight nod as he sat up as well. “I bet she was super cool. Did you hear about Ella Herondale?”

He nodded. “She seems like the bravest of them all, honestly.”

“That she does,” he agreed.

Jace thought of Rosemary — he didn't know much about her, but she seemed like a brave woman as well. But he thought better than to bring her up, he didn't want to upset Kit.

“I feel like the Herondale women are just cooler,” Jace said.

“Jem said that if Will heard you either of us saying that he'd put on a show to prove his coolness,” Kit informed.

Jace shrugged. “The coolest people I know are women. Clary, Izzy, Emma," Jace listed. "Tessa as well. I could keep going.”

“True.”

“Alec's also cool,” Jace added.

“He seems like it. I talk with him a lot when he and Magnus come to visit,” Kit said. "He seems so assuring and wise.”

“He is. But he'll never admit it,” Jace smiled fondly at the thought of his parabatai.

“How high do you think Cecily had to jump to land on the back of the worm?” Kit asked, shifting back to the original topic.

“Very high, probably,” Jace answered. “I bet it was super cool.”

“Don't you think anyone killing demons is cool?” Kit raised an eyebrow.

“Yup,” he winked. “And they look good doing.”

Kit shook his head, but smiled.

“I wonder if Tessa has a copy of Lucie's writing,” Jace said.

“She might. But she might not want anyone reading it," Kit looked down. "It might be something precious to her, you know?”

Jace did know. The Lightwoods still kept that toy Shadowhunter that Jace had given Max. They never got rid of it, it wasn't something your could get rid of. Izzy barely let anyone touch it for the longest time. Or the text messages from Robert they'd never deleted from their phones. He could imagine that's what Lucie's writing if for Tessa.

“But,” Kit added, “maybe she would love that we're interested in Lucie's writing. Did you know she used an axe?”

“I did. Have you ever seen the show Brooklyn Nine-Nine? Simone and Clary introduced it to me. One of the women in it said 'What kind of woman doesn't own an axe?' And I bet Lucie would have agreed.”

“I've watched the show. Rosa is a badass.”

Jace nodded. “We should watch it together next time.”

“Sure, I'd love that,” Kit agreed. “Then we won't have to talk about things.”

“Ah, teenage angst,” Jace sighed.

“Like you weren't the same as a teenager,” Kit shot back.

“Oh, no. I was worse. That's why I'm sighing.” He smiled.

“Whatever,” Kit snorted.

“I wonder if Cecily liked blades,” Jace looked up.

“Probably. Isn't that like a Shadowhunter thing?”

“Maybe,” Jace shrugged. “Or maybe it's a badass thing. Speaking of which, how is training with your sword going?”

“Good,” he said, a little uninterested.

“How's Mina?” Jace decided to change the subject.

Kit's face lit up then. “She's adorable and amazing. She's going to be a badass.”

He went on to tell Jace about everything Mina was doing. He told her about their recent visit with Magnus, and how she called him Agnes.

“You know what I think?” Kit had mischievous grin. “I should change Magnus' name in my phone to Agnes. Then change Tessa's and Jem's. You should also change yours.”

That would be hilarious, Jace thought.

Jace held his hand out. “Let's shake on it.”

Kit shook his hand. “Even if he turns us into something, it'll be worth it.”

“Agreed,” Jace grinned. “Besides, he already has me in his phone as 'Blondie.' I'll consider this pay back.”

“And they say revenge isn't sweet,” Kit joked.

They both laughed.

Kit was like a little brother to Jace now, it was something he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since Max. He was grateful for Kit.

It came time for Jace to leave, he said good-bye to Jem, Tessa, and little Mina. And for the first time Kit didn't hesitate to give him a quick hug good-bye. Jace ruffled his hair.

He was a good kid, Jace thought.

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STRANDED IN TIME (M. F.) 2/?

Matthew Fairchild x Lost Herondale! Reader

Y/N Herondale gets her just deserts when snooping in Cirenworth's attic sends her back over 100 years.

An indeterminate amount of time passed as you drifted in and out of consciousness. You recalled a silent brother standing over you, buts of hushed and worried conversation, and one occasion when you woke to Tessa sitting by your side, a cold cloth on your forehead and her mixing a tincture by your bedside.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak in your current state, but remembered vaguely that Tessa excelled in healing magic. You tried to reach out to her, but found you lost consciousness again before you could.

When you finally did wake without horrible pain, you found yourself in a narrow bed, in a cotton nightgown you'd never seen, but unmistakably in the London Institute's infirmary, the painted ceiling distinct.

What happened? Did Tessa and Jem take you here because you had been sick? Was Kit okay? Where was everyone? These questions pounded in your head as you stood from the bed, and cautiously padded to the double doors leading to the hallway. You opened the door to look out, but found Tessa and two people you didn't know - one being the man who had carried you - talking outside the door. They all looked to you, pausing, and then Tessa exclaimed, "Oh goodness, you're awake at last."

"I- what happened? Where's Kit? Why are we in London?" You asked, looking rapidly from person to person.

"You should have a seat, if you're able." said the other person - a petite woman of perhaps 40 or 50.

"What's going on?" you asked again, increasingly alarmed. "Is Kit okay? Where's my brother? I want to see him!"

"I'm sure we can help you find your brother as soon as we know who you are." The taller man assured you.

You looked again to Tessa, exasperated. "Tessa, what's going on? You know me, I- Kit and I live with you and Jem and Mina in Devonshire." Your voice started to wobble as panic set in.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't think that we've ever met before now." Tessa said, her face earnestly confused.

Tears spilled over your cheeks as you looked desperately to the other two adults.

"I'm Y/N Herondale." You choked out. "My little brother is Kit, you took us in after our dad was killed. We used to live in Los Angeles but we moved here after the Cohort - Tessa, please, you have to remember me."

At the name Herondale, all parties looked shocked and concerned. You cried earnestly now, shocked and panicked and feeling like you were living in a waking nightmare. You didn't pay much mind as they sheparded you into a chair in the infirmary, and the man called for tea from the kitchen. A blanket was draped around your shoulders, lest you go into shock, and when tea was pressed into your hands you finally ceased crying.

"Now," Tessa said softly, seated beside you and across from the others, "Why don't you tell us from the beginning what you remember, Y/N."

With a shuddering breath, you began. "My name is Y/N Herondale. My dad was Johnny Rook, and my mother was Rosemary Herondale. My mom died before I can remember, and only a bit after my brother Kit was born. We grew up with mundanes were always told we just had the true sight and to be quiet about it, until the day demons attacked my dad at our house, and Kit and I barely escaped with Jem Carstairs and -" you looked to Tessa, "You. We lived in the Los Angeles Institute for a bit, but eventually we decided to go to England with you and Jem when you offered - you said it was because we were the lost Herondale siblings, and that you owed a debt to the Herondales."

You looked to the man and woman across from you, silently imploring if you should continue. The man, who's black hair was flecked with gray and who's blue eyes mirrored your own, cleared his throat.

"Y/N, my name is William Herondale, and this is my wife, Tessa Herondale. And next to me is Charlotte Fairchild, the consul. We don't know how you happened to get here, but rest assured, you will not be turned away."

You could have cried again for relief, but you steeled yourself when the consul nodded to you. "Do you remember what happened before you were discovered outside?"

You nodded slowly. "I was at Cirenworth Hall. Tessa - my Tessa, I guess - gave me a book to read and it inspired me to look around in the attic, and I found something in a box. I - I can't remember what it was, but I remember feeling sick suddenly, and then I was lying in the grass with Jessamine over me."

"You could see Jessamine?" Charlotte asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, my brother and I could both see ghosts after we got our voyance marks. Some that other people can't see, too." You said.

Tessa and Will exchanged a glance, and Will spoke. "That would give credence to your claim of being a Herondale. The issue is, however, that the only living Herondales are myself, my family here, and my sister, now Cecily Lightwood. Our father had a brother, but he and his wife both died before they had any children."

"But his name was Tobias, right?" You asked, gears beginning to turn in your head.

"Yes, actually." Will said, raising an eyebrow. "How would you know that?"

"Because Tobias Herondale was my ancestor. He had a son no one knew about, and that son married a faerie woman..." you trailed off. "And eventually, I happened."

"That raises another question, then." Charlotte said, her expression speculative. "If you are a Herondale, and you bear marks, how is the clave unaware of you?"

"I think," you began, bracing yourself to be called crazy. "That maybe I'm not from this time, or this dimension. I think something I did in the attic sent me here, wherever here is."

"London." Tessa supplied, "July, 1903."

You stood up in shock. "1903? You can't be serious! I - how? I wasn't even born until 1997 - oh my god, Kit, I can't -"

"Y/N!" Tessa exclaimed, placing her hands on your shoulders to push you back in your seat. "Please, calm down, I'm afraid you'll make yourself sick."

You let her push you back into your seat, but stared blankly at the floor as your jaw worked.

"Is such a thing possible?" Will asked quietly to Charlotte.

"To have travelled through time? Not as I know it, but perhaps it could be a cruel faerie trick? It's known that time moves differently in the faerie realms." She replied, still cautious in her tone.

You brought your arms around yourself and hugged your sides as the gravity of your situation set in. Kit - oh god, was he looking for you? Would they know to look in the attic? What would happen to your little makeshift family? You heaved a sob, and the attention of the adults turned back to you.

Tessa - motherly Tessa - let propriety slip and pulled you to her side, and you clung to her for dear life. The consul came closer and passed a comforting hand over your hair.

"No matter how you came to be here," she said softly, "You are a nephilim, and you are displaced and distressed, and so you will always be supported at this Institute. We will do all we can to discern this situation, but you will be in good hands with Tessa and Will."

You hiccuped and met her eyes, seeing genuine compassion in them. She offered you a hesitant smile, and turned to Tessa.

"She will remain here until we are able to reverse this. I will confer with the Silent Brothers on this matter, and see if they know of any case like this. Until then, perhaps she will be treated as a ward of the Institute?"

Tessa nodded, her hold on you still firm. "Of course. We'll see to it."

Will went to see the consul out, and Tessa stayed behind, with you still holding onto her. "Y/N?" she asked, all gentleness and care in her voice. You wanted to believe this was your Tessa, the one who had become like a mother to you, but this Tessa knew nothing of you at all.

"Yes?" you said, your voice hoarse from crying.

"I don't know how you've come here, but I want you to know - I trust what you say. I have seen many impossible things, but still I am met with surprises. I also know that since I am a warlock - I am fated to live many, many years. If you truly were not born until 90 years from now, it's possible you know me in your time. I am sorry that I don't know you, but know that you are safe here."

You squeezed her, and managed to say, "Thank you. You've always been so kind to me. I - I'm glad I crash landed somewhere with you here."

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