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selineram3421 · 1 year

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I love true crime, call it an obsession or a hyper fixation. But may I request a one-shot Ft Modern-day Human! Alastor x Reader, where the couple have lived happily together for a while ( is even engaged), and the two are on the couch, snuggled up, and their favorite show is interrupted by the news late one night. Like a breaking news broadcast of a string of multiple murders of criminals, drug dealers, and rapists that have occurred in the city comes on.

Maybe the reader notices Al gets really tense and they ask whats wrong and he passes them off gets up and just goes to bed without a word. Meanwhile days pass and the reader notices Alastor is on edge, maybe not showing up to his job, calling out constantly, not planning their wedding, coming home super late, maybe she finds some bloody clothing in the laundry- just weird things yknow (just a lot of off putting things they've just started to notice)?

They confront him when he comes home at a stupidly late hour of the night demanding answers of why he's acting so strange, if he doesn't tell them they're basically going to take off their ring and leave him then and there.. and he just breaks down emotionally to the reader?

I dunno /) . (\ throw all the Angst and Fluff you'd like to. I just love this idea lol.

Pssst! What does Ft mean?

As The World Caves In

Human Alastor X Human Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, food, tw mentions of rape, murder, dismemberment, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, blood, all caps for really angry shouting dialogue ⚠

You met Alastor during college.

He was majoring in communications and journalism for radio/television broadcasting. The building was right next to the one you had your classes in.

One day you both happened to bump into each other and just clicked. Not a day after was it boring, both of you causing slight chaos by telling cringey jokes and being weird.

It was nice though, having someone to be weird with you.

He liked your weirdness and you liked his.

Then one day he asked you a strange question.

"What would you say to someone who asked for your hand?"

"It depends on who's asking.", you reply. "Oh, and if you like it put a ring on it.", you finish, holding your left hand out as if waiting for someone to do just that.

"Hmm..", he hummed and held your hand as if examining it. "Ok."

Bringing a ring out of nowhere, he places it on your finger and nods with a look of satisfaction. Meanwhile you look at him with your jaw dropped.

Alastor just smiles at you.

"I put a ring on it."

"Geez, take me on a date first!"

❇

"We did it!", you cheer after both of you cleaned most of the apartment and did laundry.

"Finally!", Alastor said and dramatically sat down on the couch, acting faint. "Now we rest."

"Want to order take-out?", you asked sitting down next to him.

"Don't we still have yesterday's leftovers?", he says and pulls you close by the waist, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I could heat it up."

"That sounds divine.", you smile, also giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'll get things set up here while you get our food?"

"Sounds like a perfectly good plan.", he agrees with a nod and gives you one more peck before standing up. "Don't miss me too much darling~!"

He jokes while walking to the kitchen.

"Too late.", you respond and turn on the t.v. with the vox-b remote.

There's a chuckle from behind you as you flick through channels, looking for your show. After what felt like a long scroll down, you finally find the discovery channel. With a grin you click on it and wait for the show to start up with the end of "How Its Done."

"Almost Got Away is going to start after a commercial!", you tell your fiancé.

Its been a few years since that day. You still couldn't believe that it happened but the proof sat on your finger, and it was also archived on your Instu story.

The food doesn't take long to heat up and Alastor returns with two bowls of beans with sausage and rice, with a little bit of spice.

[can be seen as frijoles charros or cajun beans]

Both of you get comfortable on the couch, eating and occasionally talking about wedding plans, remembering to get drinks and taking a quick trip to the kitchen to get them from the fridge.

Just as you got comfortable again and the episode was starting, a flash of red and blue appears on the screen with bold letters.

"Breaking News!"

Two news anchors sit at a big blue table. One holding papers as the camera zooms in on them.

"Katie Prig and Tom Fosse bringing you some breaking news!", the woman, Katie starts. "There have been a number of crimes recently. About a forty-eight percent increase."

Tom chimes in. "A total of three missing persons have been found dead in the forest. Police say that the victims were female. Beaten and raped, before being killed and left in the woods."

"We are waiting to hear from police if any more bodies have been found.", Katie interrupts. "Let's check in with Mike."

Live feed is shown of a police cars parked at the start of the woods that has caution tape wrapped at the trail entrance, with k-9 dogs sniffing around. The camera zooms out, revealing a man in a blue jacket, with a news mic.

"I'm here on the south side of the city and its only been an hour of searching, the police have said there might be more bodies. One of the victim's bodies was found cut open and slightly dismembered.", he sniffs and moves his finger to wipe his nose.

From how close you two are sitting, you can feel Alastor tense up slightly as the corner of the man's lip on the screen turns upwards, its mostly covered by his hand and its gone within a second. The man goes back to a neutral expression.

"As you can tell the temperatures are dropping and since it'll rain tonight the officers are trying to cover as much ground as they can before any evidence is washed away."

A few dogs start to bark and the camera focuses on the k-9s and police officers running.

"Looks like there's a lead.", Mike says. "I'll send it back to you and Tom, Katie. We'll keep you updated."

When the screen switches back to the show, Alastor puts his bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He's really quiet.

You look over at him and notice a frown starting to form on his face.

"Al?", you place a hand on his shoulder, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts as he turns to face you. "You ok? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Love.", he smiles, grabbing your hand off his shoulder and placing a kiss on your knuckles, just above the ring. "I just lost my apatite is all."

You nod in understanding and set down your bowl as well. "Wanna head to bed early then? I'll clean up, don't worry."

"Yes, thank you.", he agrees, letting go of your hand and stands up. "I'll get the bed ready.", he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and walking to the bedroom.

Cleaning up is quick, and you wash the dishes. Leaving the bowls on the drying rack before turning off the kitchen light and making your way to the room.

Alastor is already in bed when you walk in. After changing into comfortable sleep wear, you get in bed and turn off the lamp on your nightstand.

"Good night.", you say but don't hear anything back.

Assuming that he already fell asleep, you lay on your side and doze off.

A week passes and Alastor has been acting a little strange, but everytime you ask he just brushes you off with an "I'm fine."

You start to worry when he begins coming home late.

"Does the station really need you till 10 p.m. today?", you ask.

"I'm helping out a coworker with moving boxes and supplies.", he explains while getting his keys. "Don't worry, I'll call you if I leave early."

"Ok.", you say and follow him as he gets to the door. "Drive safe."

He smiles and gives you a peck.

"Don't stay up late for me. Lock the door and windows.", he says and walks out into the hallway. "Can't be too safe."

"I have a shift tomorrow around six in the evening.", you remind him, but see that he pauses.

"Darling..", he says with furrowed brows. "With all the crime going on, can you ask for earlier shifts?"

Now its your turn to smile.

"I can take care of myself. After all, I have Mr. Stabbington.", you say picking up a sharp pair of scissors and he frowns. "But if it makes you feel better knowing that I'm not out at night, then I'll ask for earlier shifts."

He grins.

"Ok now go! Or you'll be late!", you poke at him with your fingers and wave as he leaves.

Its not long till you're washing clothes that you spot what looks like a smeared blood stain on a pair of his pants.

"What the?", you say confused and try to remember if your fiancé got any recent wounds.

You set the pants aside for proper cleaning and continue to put the rest of the load in the washing machine.

A few days later after work, you get a call from the station Alastor works at.

"Hello?", you answer the phone, thinking Al is calling wanting an opinion on dinner or for something he forgot.

"Hi! I'm James, a coworker of Alastor's. I was calling to see if he is sick or something?", the man over the phone says.

"Sick?", you ask confused, walking up to your apartment building and going inside the building.

"Yeah, he didn't come in today and isn't picking up. The boss is kinda pissed. Is he alright?"

"He left early this morning..", you mumble quietly to yourself and wave to the security guard, making your way to the metal door and punching in the code to unlock it.

"Oh! He had a fever this morning but its going down now.", you say a quick lie.

"Ok, thanks for letting me know! Take care!", James says before saying bye.

You hang up and there's a sinking pit forming at the bottom of your stomach.

Why would Alastor skip work?

That feeling didn't go away and you started to have trouble sleeping.

When a scheduled wedding plan day came up, you got excited.

Flowers and colors were already picked out, today was supposed to be food. As you got the laptop open and notebooks set out, Alastor was dressed as if he was heading out.

"Were we going somewhere today?", you ask confused.

"We?", he says also confused.

"Yeah, its planning day Red.", you say smiling and walk over to him. "Remember its the food this time?"

A flash of realization crosses his face as he turns to look at the calendar on the wall nearby the kitchen.

"Oh."

Your smile goes away after noticing that he looks conflicted.

"Let me guess, you forgot and made plans.."

"I'm sorry. I was going to visit my mother.", he says with a slightly guilty tone.

A sigh escapes from your lips.

"Its ok. Go visit her and take some flowers.", you give a small smile. "Need any cleaning rags for the headstone?"

"No. I've got some in the car.", he says and pulls you into a hug. "Thank you darling."

He leaves soon after.

The thing you find odd is that he doesn't send you a picture of the cleaned headstone with fresh flowers like he usually does.

Weeks pass by and Alastor has been leaving work early or not going at all. Then arriving home late, lying to you about "his day at work" and now taking over washing the clothes after you asked about the red stains.

That sinking feeling gets worse, and now there's a burning sensation on your chest to accompany it. An aching in your heart.

One night you decide to wait with coffee.

Its late.

Hours have passed and the coffee has gone cold, both in the cup and in the coffee maker.

Sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, staring into the coffee as you waited. The cup is half empty, and over time your gaze shifted over to your ring.

As you put the cup on the coffee table, you hear keys unlocking the door.

Taking a quick look at the time, you see that its three in the morning. Laying down, you pretend to sleep on the couch, pulling the blanket up to hide your mouth.

❇

Alastor was exhausted.

Keeping up with the news, working at the station, doing research, visiting the crime scene areas once they were opened to the public again, and lying to his fiancé.

He felt terrible.

They were so excited about the planning but he had to turn it down every time.

That murdering rapist and other scum were still on the loose in the city. He had got three, but still needed to get the one from the news.

He had to make sure she would be safe. They loved talking walks in those same woods. The smiles that she would show him every time they looked up at the trees, seeing the sunlight kiss their face. Looking like glowing freckles.

He had to.

Opening the door, he walked into the apartment quietly and closed it as soon as he could. Making sure to lock it and put up the door stopper.

After hanging up his jacket, he sees them asleep on the couch. As quietly as possible, he sets his keys down on the entry way table before taking off his shoes and making his way over to them.

He sighs, seeing the cup of coffee on the coffee table. "I told you not to wait for me.", he mumbles, kneeling down and goes to pick her up.

"Its 3 a.m."

Alastor flinches back, surprised that she was awake.

They sit up and look at him with such a sad gaze, the blanket slides off and pools around their lap.

"Why are you out so late?", they ask.

"Work at the station has been hectic-", he tries but she interrupts. "I've been getting calls from your coworkers saying you've been skipping work or asking why you left early."

Shit.

"Try again.", they're glaring at him now.

"I've been visiting-", he tries to come up with another excuse.

"DON'T USE YOUR DEAD MOTHER AS AN EXCUSE!", they snap and stand up from the couch. "Why are you lying to me!?"

"Darling please-", Alastor stands up as well and reaches out for their hand.

"No, don't touch me.", she backs away, crossing her arms.

A look of hurt crosses both of their faces.

"Why are you lying to me?", they ask softly.

The dim lighting in the room helps him see a small glint of light reflecting off of the tears staring to form at the corner of their eyes.

"You've been acting strange for a while now, you're coming home ridiculously late, lying to my face about work, and I know you're not visiting your mother!", their voice rises as they continue, the tears start streaming down their face. "You would have sent me pictures of her headstone like you always do when you're done cleaning it! And then I find red stains on your clothes!", she hiccups.

He calls out their name and tries to reach out to them again but they step back and shake their head side to side as to say no.

It hurts to see them crying.

"We..we had a conversation. If any of us found someone new, we would tell each other before anything happened. So no one got hurt and so we could have time to accept and adjust."

"My love, that's not what's going on. I promise!", he quickly denies what they are implying.

"Then what is going on!?", she shouts. "If its not that then what!?"

Alastor looks down at the floor, wondering if he should tell her or not.

Would they still love me after knowing? Will they leave? Would they hate me? Would they see me a s a monster? I did it for them..

The rooms becomes quiet.

She sighs, causing him to look up at her for the sudden noise.

"If you can't tell me, I'm going to walk out. Right now.", she says and goes to take off the ring.

He freezes.

No. No no no no no!

"Wait, please-!", he rushes up to place his hands over hers to stop her. "Don't do that, please. I love you! I love you!"

They are still trying, pushing his hands away and crying.

In a panic, he tells her. "I've been going after criminals!"

"What?"

He didn't know when he closed his eyes, but they were shut tight and it hurt a little bit. Seeking some sort of comfort, he held their hands closer to his chest.

A feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time settled in his stomach.

Fear.

He was scared.

"Remember the breaking news from a month ago?", he says, but they don't speak, likely waiting for him to continue. "I've been going after the murderers and rapists. A few others as well."

"Is that why you've been out late? And lying about work?", they ask. "What about the red stains? Have you been getting hurt?"

"No. I'm not getting hurt.", he reassures them, resting his forehead against theirs. "Its..not mine."

Finally opening his eyes, he sees that they are slowly putting things together.

"You've been killing?"

In that moment he breaks.

Legs giving out, now kneeling on the floor as he wraps his arms around their waist, hiding his face against their stomach.

"I did it for you!", he sobs. "I couldn't bear the though of losing you!"

The beating of his heart is frantic. It feels as if it'll burst at any minute. He doesn't notice that they've placed their hands on him, one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head.

"You love taking walks in those woods, what if one of them got you? I'm terrified of getting a call from the police station and they say that you've been the latest victim! I had to do something, those damn pigs barely get the job done.", he rushes out, gasping a bit as he takes in some air.

Their breathing is the only thing they hear from each other.

"We're supposed to get married soon.", he finishes off quietly.

Feeling her start to move away, he begins apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't leave me, please!"

Instead of leaving, they kneel down with him and hold his face in their hands, shushing him softly to calm him down.

"Alastor. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving.", they whisper, using their thumbs to wipe away his tears. "Come on, stop crying honey."

It takes a moment for him to calm down and she pulls him into a hug.

"Thank you for telling me."

"You're not scared? Disgusted?", he asks, holding onto them tightly.

"I could never find you disgusting. Yes, its a little scary but you're doing more justice than the system.", they say and pull back slightly, giving him a small smile. "I'll always be on your side, even as the world caves in."

I don't deserve you.

He thinks as he stares at them in awe.

"I love you."

Finding his voice again, he quickly repeats what they've said.

"I love you. I love you, I love you.", he kisses them again and again, holding them closer. "I love you."

Alastor is so happy.

They didn't leave, they still love him, they aren't disgusted.

He's so relieved.

"You still need to make up for making me feel like shit though.", she says, causing him to chuckle.

"I'll make up for it, I promise."

Alastor really would do anything for them.

Even set the world on fire.

I heard the song during shuffle play and it was perfect for the title.

~Seline, the person.

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ML Alastor🎙

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honeyynymphh · 1 year

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| a little nightmarish, a little maudlin (good golly go get this kid some laudanum!) |

(Dracopia) Cardinal Copia x FemReader rating: T (will be E) word count: 3k chapter: 1 of 2 warnings: none (for now)

A storm hits while on your way home from a party and your coach breaks down. Surely the church you passed by will offer shelter until you can safely return home?

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16th September 1893 London

The coach rocked across the muddy roads, sending you falling across the seat. You couldn’t believe how fast the weather had turned. It was only a mere hour ago you were outside on the terrace of Lady Grainger’s estate enjoying that first chill of an autumnal breeze as you tried to escape a rather amorous suitor. While the soiree had ended on high spirits, you were desperate to return home to your bed. However, it looked as if your journey were to be an uncomfortable one. Perhaps it would have been wiser to have listened to your older sister and returned early with her and your brother-in-law. But it had been weeks since you’d been out of the house, let alone to a party! And how long had it been since you had heard music? And drunk something that wasn't watered-down sherry? And going to the modiste had been an absolute dream—even if it meant listening to your sister complain about your choice of fabric. The past few months had so been full of fear and unease with all those disappearances. It had left the local law enforcement utterly bamboozled and every person on the street had been eyed with suspicion. And you had been left to wallow in absolute boredom.

It had suddenly all come to a stop only last month. Weeks had passed and there had been no further disappearances or bodies found in dark alleyways. The town had feared that another madman was on the loose, another Jack the Ripper stalking the streets and taking women with ease every few days. It had been difficult to discover any details, your sister having had all the newspapers immediately confiscated and instructing the butler to cut out anything that would potentially cause distress. All you had had were the rumours that flew around at the tea shop and the gossiping old biddies that frequented the dry and tedious charity teas. And then you hadn't even had that! Your sister and brother-in-law insisting that you stay inside the house when the last few girls that had disappeared had been from your own social circle. After week after tedious week of being sequestered away with your unruly nieces and nephews even the weak tea and repetitive questions of why you were not yet betrothed sounded downright delightful— how you had longed for even the driest of charity luncheons. Your sister meant well but being locked away and only allowed outside with your sister's mother-in-law was definitely the worst sort of torture imaginable.

The wheels squelch as they rock through the thick mud and you glance out the carriage window to see the heavy clouds in the sky as fat droplets of rain burst against the glass pane. Lady Grainger had announced a not-so-small soiree to celebrate the end of terror. Nobody had gone missing for the past two months and everyone had declared the nightmare officially over. You thought it strange that it had suddenly ceased but you were not going to question it. After reading nearly every single book in the library at least three times and having tried (and spectacularly failed) to master the pianoforte you were desperate for any sort of entertainment. The whole point of this trip to visit your sister was so that you could find a suitable match, and instead of being here for the Season you’d been here nearly six months.

You definitely had too much ratafia this evening and the swaying of the coach was not helping matters. While Lady Grainger was a bit overbearing, she threw a good party. Her large home was towards the outskirts of town and it was nearly an hour's ride but her beautiful gardens and decadent ballroom were more than worth the long journey.

A large slash of lightning blares across the sky and you feel the wheels of the coach rock as the rain thunders against the roof. You fling your hands out, satin-covered fingers fumbling at the leather seat as you try to steady yourself. The rain continued to pelt against the coach and you could feel the way the wheels were sliding through what was now surely thick mud. It was so easy to picture that knowing look on your sister's face when you eventually arrived home. Despite losing nearly every round of faro—your reticle was feeling much lighter than it had at the beginning of the evening—the party had been immensely enjoyable. Even listening to Mrs Henderson prattle on about her son Henry while she was wearing one of her horribly garish turbans had been pure heaven after being shut in for so long. Admittedly, the novelty had worn off rather quickly. The ratafia had definitely helped on that account.

It seemed now that you had enjoyed too much freedom and Mother Nature was seeking to dampen your spirits quite literally. The coach came to a stop before you heard the sound of the driver jumping down and then a knock on the coach's door before it opened. The sound of the wind wiping outside assaulted your ears and you shivered from the biting cold.

“‘Scuse me, Miss, but we are gonna have to go via the long way ‘round.” He looks at you apologetically as the rain tries to slink into the coach as if it were seeking shelter from the storm. “There's some big fallen branches on the path, I can’t be getting the ‘orses past ‘em.”

You sigh. Of course this would happen. With a nod, you gesture for the driver to continue and sit back against the leather squabs. All you want is your bed and some honey tea. While tonight had been wonderful, you also had to spend tomorrow afternoon attending a luncheon with Mrs Henderson and you just knew you were in for more tales about how marvellous her Henry is. If you had to listen to another word about that foppish idiot you were going to stick your embroidery needle in that woman’s eye. Which was a terrible thought, but Henry was incredibly dull and always stood on your feet during dances. Your sister had been incredibly angry when you had fabricated names on your dance card to avoid him this evening.

A loud crack of thunder startles you as the coach shakes across the path. It felt unnaturally freezing now and you pull your cloak around you tighter. Another crack bursts against the sky and you feel the ground shake before the coach abruptly stops, sending you flying across the seats and onto the floor.

The door to the coach flew open, the sound of the storm outside like a maddened animal. “Miss! Are you all right?”

Sitting up you rub your forehead. It smarts something fierce and when you take your hand away you can see the ivory fabric is spotted with blood.

Drat. These were your very best gloves.

“Miss?” the driver repeats, trying to wrangle his body away from the storm outside.

“Yes, I think so.” You try to sit up, your head stinging and knees aching from the harsh impact. “I think I just bumped my head but I will be all right.” You glance past the driver to look at the pelting rain and the trees straining in the gale. “What happened?”

“The horses were frightened." The driver looks stricken, his pale face drawn and pinched as he tried to wipe the damp strands of hair out of his face. "They bolted and I hit the side of the road. The coach is busted, Miss.”

Maybe this was your punishment for your unkind thoughts about Mr Henderson and his old hen of a mother.

You can feel the panic well in your chest. “What are we going to do?" you ask. "My sister will worry greatly if I do not return home.”

The poor man scrunches up his face as he tries to speak over the howling winds. “We passed a church. I think I saw they ‘ad a light on, Miss.”

A church? Out here? “Are you certain?”

“Yes, Miss.”

You sit there a moment, staring at the storm as it raged outside. What were you to do? The coach creaked under the gale, the wood groaning under you. You suck in a resigned breath.

"If you are sure, let us go," you say, making to step out.

"I can go 'ave a look first if you want, Miss?" the driver offers, blocking you from exiting the coach.

You shake your head firmly, you were not being left alone out here. What if he never came back?

Seeing you were not to be swayed, the driver takes your hand and helps you out of the broken coach. The rain splatters against your cloak and batters your hair, plastering it to your face in a matter of seconds.

“This way!” The driver shouts, pulling you by the hand as you try to run along the ruined road.

Your feet squelched and skidded, your slippers filling with mud and clinging uncomfortably to your stockinged feet as you hurried. It was hard to see far into the distance but you could make out the shape of a looming building and candlelight that flickered in the high windows.

As you approach, you realise that the driver had been wrong. It was no small parish church but a large cathedral. Gothic spires reached for the angry heavens above as the rain lashed against the building. Candlelight was indeed flickering from many of the arch windows and you feel the hope bubble in your chest at the sight, though you couldn’t help but be puzzled. You had never heard of a parish out here, it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere on this abandoned road. As you both hurry through a small gatehouse and down a cobbled path, your hands clutching the sodden skirts of your dress, you see the large double doors and let out a sigh of relief as you huddle under the portico.

The driver’s loud knocks on the door were lost to the wind as you anxiously waited. Your feet were frozen and soggy, and your head ached. How you wanted to simply be in bed.

Finally, the door creaks open and a nun's face peers out.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“Please forgive the intrusion at such an hour,” you begin, “but my coach has broken down and I am unable to return home. Is it possible for me and my driver to stop here until morning?”

The woman looks from the driver and back to you, her eyes flicking to your forehead before a smile stretches across her face.

“Of course,” she said and swings the door open.

You follow her inside, the driver close behind you. There are few candles lit as you enter the large foyer, making it hard to discern much in the low candlelight. Another nun appears as if out of the shadows and gently leads the driver down another hallway.

There is only the sound of your squelching feet and the nun's even footsteps along the flagstones as you walk. The wind whistles across the stone and you shiver, a draft pulling at your sodden cloak and dress.

“I am Sister Agnetha," says the nun as you take a turn down a hallway. "Do forgive the cold."

You tell her your name, again thanking her for the hospitality but she waves it off.

“Think nothing of it, my child,” she says. “It is not often we have visitors. The Bish—Cardinal—has been away to the homeland and I am afraid things are a little…bloodless around here without his direction.”

You shiver again. Wondering if this place was a convent of some sort. You were certain nobody had mentioned this place before. And it would certainly be something Lady Grainger would have an opinion on—she had an opinion on everything. Especially a place as run down as this with its drafty hallways and lack of decadent rugs.

“Cardinal?” you question. While you didn’t exactly pay that much attention during Sunday service you at least knew there were no Cardinals in the church.

The nun turns her beaming face to you, her eyes too bright in the low light. “A recent promotion, we are all very proud. He has only just returned.”

You simply nod, what did it matter? Besides, your eyes are too busy trying to take in all the details and trying to ignore the squelch of your shoes as you leave a path of mud. The dark hallways are adorned with intricately woven tapestries and paintings though you cannot distinguish anything clearly.

The nun finally stops before an ornately carved door and opens it. There is another nun inside, a large poker in one hand as she tries to coax flames to life inside the grate of a large fireplace. The room is sparse save for a sturdy wooden bed, a small armchair and a set of drawers shoved in a corner. But while it may be sparse it was grand, the bed was carved with flowers and fruits and the small armchair and set of drawers looked like something out of the royal palace. It seemed so strange that a rundown abbey would be furnished in such a way. The rectory back home had been full of simple furnishings and Father Daniels had proclaimed that a man needed no decadent furniture to be satisfied.

On the farthest wall, three large arch windows have their heavy drapes pulled back and you can see the trees outside bending in the wind as they are pelted by the heavy rain. Water drops down your back and your brand new dress clings to your skin as you stand there dripping in the middle of the room.

“Sister Amelia will find you some clean clothes." Sister Agnetha gestures to the nun attending the fireplace. “And something to warm you up.”

“Thank you," you say as Sister Amelia leaves with a furtive glance at you. "This place is so beautiful, even in the dark." Your eyes roam over the stained glass detailing on the large windows. “It must be so wonderful in the sunlight.”

“I suppose it must.”

What a strange thing to say.

“Thank you again for your hospitality." You watch as the nun draws the drapes shut, though there must have been cracks in the glass for they flutter slightly. "I do hope I can thank the Cardinal in the morning.”

“He is not particularly fond of mornings.”

"Neither am I." You try to laugh but the nun ignores you when Sister Amelia returns, a bundle of clothes under one arm and a teacup of something steaming in the other. You take it gratefully, the porcelain is chipped but warm and you hold it in your frozen gloved fingers. "Thank you."

They leave you then, the door creaking behind them and closing with a loud click. The light from the fire is enough to illuminate the room and you can see the Sister has left you a towel along with clean clothes. Placing the teacup down, you strip off your soaked clothing, ruined gloves and undergarments before placing them on the armchair by the fire.

You wring out your hair as best as you can, pins and pieces of ribbon falling to the floor as you unpick your hair in an attempt to dry it. It was going to be a tangled mess no matter what you did and you give up. Picking up the nightgown you stare at it. It was very old-fashioned but the fabric was soft, though it was not nearly warm enough to block out the cold seeping through the stone. How did they stand it here? It was only autumn and yet it was so horribly cold in this building. It felt like the middle of Winter. Sinking down onto the hearth you rub your hands in front of the fire. What an ordeal this had been.

On your knees, you whisper a quick prayer before grabbing the teacup and draining it. It was bitter though there were hints of honey and what had to have been whiskey. You didn't particularly care what it was as it was hot and it raced through your veins in an instant. Once your fingers and toes had warmed by the flame, and your head no longer aching, you race to the bed and duck under the covers. The bed creaks and you try to bury yourself in away from the draft. It smells like incense and ink and you twist from side to side to try and get comfortable.

It must be early morning when you’re in that hazy place between sleep and consciousness. Everything is a haze and you’re dimly aware of the bed you lie in. There is something warm and wet against your forehead and you brush it away, your hand coming into contact with something cool and firm. That jolts you awake and you hastily sit up, blinking in the darkness. The fire has burned low, only the dim glow of embers in the grate as your one source of light. You stifle a gasp as you watch several rats scurry along the floor and through a small gap in the stonework.

You shudder. This abbey didn't feel like a place of God at all. And while not the most devout, you clasp your hands together and scrunch your eyes tight.

"Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me for my transgressions and lack of faith. Please guide me now and help me to see the light. Amen."

The silence sucks at your words and you bite your lip, keeping your hands clasped and eyes shut as the back of your neck prickles. Quickly you snap your eyes open, twisting your head around the room yet seeing nothing. You realise your heart is racing and you take a deep breath, easing yourself back into the bed and under the blankets.

As you lie there, staring up into the high ceiling, you cannot shake the feeling that someone is watching you. NEXT CHAPTER

------------------------ I am aware this is super trope heavy but I love gothic literature. I mostly wrote this for myself (even though now that this part is published I shall never gaze upon it again).

The second part shall be added soon, sorry there is no Copia in this part!

#sorry this is kind of boring lmao #this is set in victorian era btw #because i can #fanfic #the band ghost fic #cardinal copia x reader #dracopia x reader #fic: a little nightmarish #vampire au #historical au #my-writing

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sieuneo · 10 months

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[ PROFiLES.01 ] く famous ppl! 👽 ₊☆

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[ description ] く for as long as you could remember, you’ve always loved movies. you were fascinated with how a crew of people could make a story come to life. however, as important as it was to show a story, you believed it was just as important to tell it also. you proposed an idea with the project managers at hybe entertainment, which they agreed to. you were going to produce your first documentary about a group called enhypen. you tried to stay focused on the project but that became hard as soon as jake sim, a member of the group, started begging for your attention. between defending your honor against his fans and actually producing the documentary, you suddenly started to regret pitching the idea. ₊☆

[ genre ] く idol!au, sm!au, fluff, comedy (i hope!), romance durrr, documentary style fic ₊☆

[ warnings ] く cussing. some inaccuracies bc idk some things about the entertainment industry. many written parts for the interviews in the docu. rumors. engenes being weird what’s new. some dn jokes. ₊☆

[ author’s note ] く i reused some things from the sunghoon smau that i took down so if you notice anything similar, don’t 😊 ₊☆

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yoursisterpenny · 1 year

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New chapter just dropped! Poor Weiss is in the trenches of gay panic... But it may just lead to an earth-shaking revelation!

Chapter 4/40

Current Word Count: 25,957

Summary

Weiss Schnee, captain of the newly christened Team RWBY, aims to become the best at a new and dangerous sport: Vytal Fight.

But it’ll be no easy task; She’ll have to balance her sports career, school life, the threats of the ominous Team Cinder, and an emotion entirely new to her— Love?

Of all the challenges she’ll face, her crush on Ruby Rose may prove to be the hardest one yet… But together, hand in hand, and standing beside their team? She may have a fighting chance.

An ensemble slow-burn story of Love and Competition with action, drama, fluff, and queer romance!

Main Characters and Relationships

Trans/Autistic Ruby Rose x Weiss Schnee (White Rose)

Nonbinary Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long (Bumbleby)

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dayeongi · 4 months

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ULTRAVIOLET (8200 words) by dayeongi Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Summary: Five years after watching "Kurumi" disappear into a black van and being told not to ask any questions, Shikamaru finds himself getting entangled with her and her mysterious and exciting life. Temari had already put her year in Konoha behind her, focusing on her family, but fate's ties between her and Shikamaru make her question if everything has really been left in the past.

Relationships: Nara Shikamaru/Temari, Kankurou (Naruto)/Original Male Character(s), Gaara & Kankurou & Temari (Naruto) Characters: Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikamaru, Kankurou (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Original Male Character(s), Nara Shikaku, Sen (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Akimichi Chouji

Additional Tags: People being bad at feelings, Friends to Lovers, star-crossed lovers, Denial of Feelings, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Politics, Slow Burn, Aromantic Gaara (Naruto), Past Child Abuse, Assassination Plot(s), Murder, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Transphobia, Dysfunctional Family, Childhood Trauma, First Love, Human Trafficking, Drug Dealing, Criminal Underworld, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like shinobi, Eventual Smut, Ex Sex, First Time, Canonical Character Death Series: Part 3 of SETTING SUN AU

#shikatema #shikatema fanfiction #shikatema fanfic #shikatema fic #naruto fanfiction #setting sun au #my fic #my fic updates

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ilreleonewikia13 · 6 months

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TDIOBCB chapters in gifs: ↴

CHAPTER 1 - The Annals of the Rivers

"How dare you speak about Our Lady so blasphemously?!" a young man, clearly intoxicated, shouted, nearly falling off his stool. "Wash your mouth when you talk about her mate! She ain't no witch and no whore!. She's the High Priestess of the Sacred Isle, chosen by the Gods themselves!" “He’s right!” said a young woman from the other side of the table, her eyes shining with reverence, "She's a creature of the Old Gods, chosen to commune with them. I've heard tales of her speaking to the trees, of the Gods whispering secrets in her ears. The Gods themselves have bestowed upon her the gift of visions and dreams!" Jesser's eyes widened, his curiosity piqued. The notion of a deity-like figure in a world that seemed devoid of such hierarchy intrigued him. "The Lady of Ravens," a weathered old woman whispered reverently, her voice barely audible above the clamor. Jesser struggled to process this revelation. The few followers of the Old Gods he had encountered during his travels had never mentioned such a powerful figure. How had he missed something so significant? "Why have I never heard of her before?" Jesser finally dared to ask, his voice filled with genuine wonder. The tavern fell silent, the patrons exchanging uncertain glances. It was as if they were grappling with the weight of this secret, unsure of how to explain it. "Secrecy and mystery, lad. The Lady of Ravens is a figure shrouded in both. That's the secret to her power. " said a wise old man, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom. "The Old Gods work in ways we mortals can scarcely comprehend. They keep their chosen ones hidden, revealing them only to those who seek the truth." Jesser nodded, his mind buzzing with newfound knowledge. The tales of Alys Rivers had taken on a whole new meaning, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of trepidation and awe. The Riverlands held more secrets than he had ever imagined, and he was determined to uncover them all.

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annaofthenorthernlights · 2 years

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All you need is love... actually

Fanfiction Frozen modern AU, Disney crossover (my first go)

Pairing: Kristoff/Anna (main), Sven/Honeymaren, Mathias/Halima, Ryder/Merida

Rated M (for some nudity)

I owe nothing but my headcanon - which is loosely based on the Christmas movie "Love actually"...

Hope you have fun!

completed fic with all the wonderful gifs which were added by @hiptoff for each chapter (they make the story come to life so lovingly) - thank you sooo much - I am just so excited about them!

Just check the chapters for the gifs and read on if you like, or Find the fic on AO3

but check those cool gifs here...

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01 - of stunts and models

02 - of flowers and mystery

03 - of jobs and jobs

04 - an ordinary day

05 - the end of the day

06 - watch out

07 - darts of instinct

08 - support and care

09 - tastes and favourites

10 - sweets and tools

11 - a game of shame

12 - doodles and noodles

13 - a lovely evening

14 - love lends wings

15 - twisted

16 - intuitive aiming

17 - talks and tasks

18 - the right hold

19 - new horizons

20 - a noble trip

21 - royal chambers

22 - please, don´t laugh

23 - sleeping beauty

24 - tides of time

25 - the sight of love

26 - last minute

27 - pointless investigation

28 - finally

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bluemoon042 · 2 years

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Birds of a feather flock together

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Character moodboards

Amali

Saki

Fronk

#masterlist #will update as I go along #botw au fic #my fic #legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #fanfic #teba #saki #link #anime inspired #fanfiction inspo #writing #gif sets #moodboards

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