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household // 1910s caleb & lilith & lily [DOWNLOAD]

It's so much fun throwing the Vatores into random historical eras. This is what you'll get if you throw my late Edwardian Zhu-Vatore household into your game! I may have gone a bit overboard.

↓↓↓ tl;dr household download link & required cc below the cut ↓↓↓

There's absolutely gorgeous Edwardian cc out there, so I collected it for you 💖

The Edwardian era was marked by excess and conspicuous consumption. They liked big hair and big hats, and by the end of the period people had come to agree that the sexiest shape a woman can be is cylindrical.

Caleb, Lily, and Lilith really pull off the look. Neither lady is particularly cylindrical, but they look great in these dresses and absolutely rock the Gibson Girl updo and fancy hats.

I aged Lily down and changed her hair color, removed Lilith's tattoos, and gave Caleb a basic dark form, but no other changes. I tried to make them cousins? But when I loaded the household onto my laptop, they weren't cousins anymore :(

You'll need Vintage Glamour, in addition to Vampires and Werewolves. A few of Caleb's outfits and his hair are from VG and you CANNOT pair side bangs with Edwardian clothing. It's a fashion law.

In order to cut back on the amount of cc, there's less variety of hats, hair, gloves, and shoes than I'd like. I also didn't include jewelry. If people are interested, I can put together a list of supplementary cc that can be swapped in.

Please tag me @dead-lights if you use these for anything! I'd love to see my pixel buddies walking around in other people's saves.

Now buckle up, y'all. This gets long.

download household [SFS]

Extract that into your Tray folder (in the same folder as your Mods folder). You should see the household in CAS when you open your gallery.

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@happylifesims

fedora shape no. 2

peaky blinders outfit

wilbur outfit

1920s coat

rose's boarding outfit

rose's dinner dress

rose's lunch dress

rose's flying dress

rose’s jump dress

rose's swim dress

1910s day dress 01

my recolor of day dress 01

1910s day dress 02

1920s nightgown

@historicalsimslife

men's casual edwardian suit

edwardian men's underwear + sleep wear

edwardian women's hat + coat

edwardian women's nightgown

@gilded-ghosts

the hartfield shoes

summer swells dress

flower accessory

gilded gibson hair

fanny's finery gown (dropbox)

perfectly plain skirt

clair de lune nightgown (dropbox)

promenade dress

demure day dress (dropbox)

astor dress (direct link)

coquette corset (dropbox)

@linzlu

picnic tops 2 & 3

bathing belle

florence outwear (direct link)

miss scarlet evening gown

hattie dress (direct link)

vintage swimwear by @eirflower

duchess of xviii hat by @rustys-cc

white garden gloves by rustys-cc

sunday hair by @saurusness

season's greetings hat by @nolan-sims

edwardian satin bow pumps by @waxesnostalgic

knickerbockers by waxesnostalgic

gibson curl updo by @the-melancholy-maiden

vintage glam hat by @madlensims

avery skirt by madlensims

scholar vest by @magnolianfarewell

edwardian huntress dress by @elfdor

tyrell by @clumsyalienn

bespoke corset by @dzifasims

my recolor of bespoke corset

fur hat by @lilis-palace

carla by @buzzardly28

hattie dress by @dancemachinetrait

"tea time" vintage edwardian hat by shawnthesimmer

lingerie dress by @javitrulovesims

If you're trying to replace the default in-game:

move this household into wolfsbane manor with the default vatores, then delete the defaults

use mods/cheats to make the new lily the vatores' cousin (i think mccc and ui cheats can both do it)

move custom lily in with the volkov household - use cheats/mods to copy her default relationships if you'd like - and then delete default lily. you will also need to mod/cheat lily back into the moonwood collective if you want her to keep her position. all three characters still have their occult rank and powers. she does NOT keep her special moonwood mill gossip dialogue - not sure why.

TOU

don't put my stuff behind a paywall

don't claim my stuff as your own

don't violate the TOUs of the cc makers i've included

Please let me know if there are any problems - this is my first time putting up a household and I'm only mostly sure I did it right 😅 I managed to get it to work on my laptop, so there's that.

If you're just here for the download, you're done now! If you're interested in learning more about Edwardian fashion, let me ramble at you for a bit :)

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This isn't the most historically accurate set, but I'm calling it close enough - if you're interested in learning more about the era, Edwardian Promenade is a great place to start.

Edwardians had really weird, complicated rules about hat and glove wearing. For most of these outfits, people would don and remove their hats and gloves based on social context - they shouldn't be wearing gloves when they eat, for example, but should always wear gloves when they're dancing. It's hard to find consistent information about the specific rules, but I've read excerpts from the Edwardian equivalents of Miss Manners and Good Housekeeping and they are fascinating.

I found some great reference images for sportswear from Silhouettes Costumes. Caleb's athletic outfit is based on this contemporary illustration. The unfastened bottom button is a nice detail to have - it was fashionable for men to leave the last button undone, as a nod to King Edward.

The ladies have 3 sleep outfits - the first are nightgowns that they would wear to sleep, the second are corsets, with other undergarments still on underneath, and the third are chemises, which were worn under their corsets - the underest part of the underwear, essentially.

For an in-depth explanation of Edwardian lingerie, check out The Fashion Archaeologist's Blog. For information about Edwardian nighttime hair care, check out Sew Historically.

The girls are wearing lingerie dresses for their hot weather outfits - lacy dresses made with the same materials & techniques as lingerie. These were good casual afternoon dresses, and were sometimes worn without a corset. Learn more about them from The Dreamstress!

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Promised Part 16 - Tom Riddle x reader

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

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

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

Word count: 4k

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Part 16 - 30 June 1945

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Imperio,” Tom said quietly while Marvolo collapsed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise I will.”

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Day Sixteen: Vampire Sugar Daddy

Avery and Male Pc

Contains: light exhibitionism, passing out from blood drinking.

You had put your best suit on, made sure your makeup was done just perfectly, you even had robin do the finishing touches to make the lines extra sharp and clean. You stood back and Robin dusted his hands. “You look great!” He fished around in his dresser and pulled out his hand mirror to offer to you.

There staring back from your reflection was your handsome self. The colors of your makeup done in a deep crimson, black and white. Your hair was fluffed and freshly blow-dried. Robin was looking over your shoulder, taking in the reflection along with you. “I wish you would come with us this year. After this, I don’t think it’s socially acceptable to go trick or treating.” he ends it with a laugh, though you can hear the melancholy in certain words.

“I can’t miss this party, Avery would kill me, I already promised him I’d go.” You pull him in close and let him wrap his arms around your middle. His hugs were always so warm and toasty, like a blanket fresh out of the drier. This one felt a bit more desperate than some of the others. “Come on Robin, Next year we can move out and we can have our own celebration. Me and you.”

You heard him mumble something, though you could only catch ‘Avery’ in his whisper. You nudge him and he pulled away, grumbling. “Just make sure you have at least some fun.” He slowly shuffles to the bed where he offers you your mask back.

You take it and laugh at his attitude. He’s heard about your dates with the older man. He’s not thrilled about the party nor your dates with him. But you had to do what was best for the both of you. Avery was kind enough and paid well, how could you say no?

You placed the masquerade mask on your face and took a moment to look at yourself. You're sure this would not only meet Avery's standards but surpass them. He always liked it when you fluffed your hair, took some extra time for makeup. You check your watch, speaking of extra time. “I should get going. Thanks for your help Robin, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, you're the one who got me into makeup anyway.” And he does a damn good job. You really wish he would stop selling lemonade and look into being a makeup artist. You pat him on the shoulder and briskly walk outside.

The moon was high tonight, a foreboding red that cast it’s light down on this hellhole of a town. Fitting for tonight. People were already out, even though it was still pretty early. Avery had planned your date extra early this week. He had given you the outfit and everything. Normally he just wanted you to show up in something nice so he could show you off, fuck you, and then toss you a couple hundred before speeding off. Maybe you impressed him enough to take you somewhere a bit more special… but knowing him you really doubt it.

You watched parents chase around their young ones, some of them staring at your lavish suit and mask. You’ve gotten used to stares, they don’t bother you anymore. You simply tapped your foot and tried to find the strangest costume that passed by. You’ll give that award to the kid dressed as a toothbrush. Right on time. In his overly expensive car, the brand evades you, even though you’re sure Avery has mentioned it a few times. Inside was the brilliantly dressed man, matching your own, though much more elegant. He looks like one of those old Victorian vampires, frills and all.

“The suit fits you well. Dashing as always.” The fancy playboy smile of his had a fake canine pointing out. Damn, even his rearview mirror has a new vampire themed freshener. He steps out and comes face to face with you, offering his hand like a gentleman.

“You’re the one who picked it out. Seems like you know me best.” Just from that eyebrow cocking and smirk, you knew that tickled him.

“Seems so. Hop in, we are going to some place different tonight.” He opens the door and helps you in.

He gets in after and turns on the radio, he doesn’t do that often unless he’s going on a longer trip. You funnel that in your mental notes as you look out the window. You wish you could have gone with Robin. You don’t let out the sigh you have trapped behind your teeth, you hold it in and wait for your destination.

You didn’t have to wait long, it felt like you blinked and arrived. You shake your head of the sudden time blindness and look around. You don’t remember any place like this. It’s an older place, older than vintage yet not enough to be ancient. Stone with a long driveway and tons of cars all along it. All centered around a marvelous marble fountain. For some odd reason, you couldn't keep your eyes off that marble figure. Even from this distance it looked so real, so lifelike, and so familiar. Like you'd seen that face a million times.

You didn’t even realize you were so lost in it until Avery placed a hand on your thigh. “Ready?”

Your breath left you, blinking yourself free of whatever spell was placed on you, you nod. He helps you out and passes his keys to the valet, and takes a grand walk-up to the front entrance. Was this even in your town? It felt like some fairy tale, or some kind of lucid dream. Crystal candlers, candles all over, the smell of expensive perfumes and wine. You hardly felt worthy to wear the outfit Avery gave you, let alone walking into this place.

You knew better than to ask Avery what was going on. Just smile, act like a gentleman and only show off when you knew it would make him look good. So you calmed up before the question could come up and took Avery’s arm. Folks in their own masks greeted him, smiling down at you with predatory grins making you scoot closer to the older man. He didn’t seem to mind one little bit, if anything you felt as if he puffed out his chest and squared his shoulder’s a bit more.

You blazed by introductions, a smile, a nod, bat your eyelashes when Avery nudged you. Your eyes were focused elsewhere as they spoke. Taking in the dozens of furs, feather, sequins, and jewels that were all over the other party goers. The more important people were easier to spot. They had overly flamboyant masks, suits, and dresses. Hell, they must have had their nipples bedazzled at that point.

On their arms were others like you. Matching outfits, though less impressive and toned down to just look a bit more sophisticated than the common suit and dress. All of them right by their “master’s” side. One even had a nice little silver leash. Thank god, Avery isn’t that bad.

Other than the outfits, it wasn’t much different from some of the other dates you’ve had with the man. A dance, holding some wine. You could have had a sack of candy to trade and stuff yourself fat with. You once again had to bite back a sigh and force a sweet face. Maybe you’ll treat yourself to some discount candy after all this.

The lights suddenly die. Yet hardly a ruckus comes from it. With all these prissy people would be expected at least one gasp of terror. The quiet was unnerving.

Something brushes over your stomach and you tensed instantly. “Relax, it’s me, my little kitten.” it’s Avery’s voice. Low, husky, wanting. It’s not like him to use this voice in public. Saved only for the bedroom or in private.

Your hand laces over his, and you lean into him, not out of love, but fear. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Just know it’s planned.” His breath was hot on your neck. Each word had him coming closer and closer to your ear. His breath smelled so sweet. Alluring.

His lips found your neck and his teeth scraped up on the flesh. Those fake canines were still there? You didn’t think he’d be brave enough to do something like this. You allowed him to do as he wanted, your brain got fuzzy and it felt like the world was melting into only speech and sensations.

His teeth bit down harshly. It hurt like shit but the pain went straight to your own cock. You became hyperaware of the hand on your stomach, such a large thing it was. Pronounced with veins and thick masculine fingers and right at your belly button, a few inches away from your twitching cock. His lips and teeth on your most vital part.

Fuck, you wanted to be a victim, you wanted to be prey for him to devour and lick his fingers to after he’s done. You started feeling woozy, but the lust building inside you was replacing whatever was being taken from you. His fingers trail down, and it feels like a rapture ready to begin. Once his hand finally finds your bulge, it felt like salvation. You could feel yourself scream, but it came breathless and noiseless. His large palm rubs as he suckled your throat. Blackness creeped into your vision and you wanted nothing more than to cum, but you never felt it.

You didn’t even know you were gone.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #avery the businessman #dol avery #vampire avery

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violant-apologia · 2 months

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Ask game time! 14, 21, and 30 for the Apologist, and A for Avery.

14: What animal do they fear most? Sorrow spiders. It's not even for the deep lore, Judgement-related reasons; they just creep him out. And they're constantly after his eyes.

21: Why do they get up in the morning? Obligation. Duty. He has work to do, and this cave will be the worse for it if he doesn't.

Also, the Plongeur judges him if he wallows in sorrow for too long.

30: Who do they most regret meeting? (round 2) initial answer here!

Perhaps surprisingly, he doesn't regret meeting the Heiress. (if someone's reading this who doesn't know, the Apologist and @theirrepressibleheiress's PC were married for a while. they are no longer married. more info here!) Even though things soured between them, he thinks that he's better for the relationship.

A: Why are you excited about this character? you know EXACTLY what you're doing. you already know one major reason i'm excited about avery, so i'll go into some other ones.

Her opinions and alignments are very different to the Apologist's, so I'm going to get to engage with a lot of different content and make a lot of different options to my main account, which is pretty fun! Also experiencing the earlygame again, with all the changes they've made.

Also, the themes and tone of her character make a good contrast to the Apologist's too. Avery fights against the odds and her victories mean something. Almost every one of Briar's victories is tainted by regret or melancholy. So it's a nice change.

ask game here!

#thanks for the ask!#a lot of these questions were fun #and the last one gave me a good opportunity to think a bit more about avery's themes #the apologist #avery #theirrepressibleheiress

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lorenfinch · 8 months

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hey this is chance and here’s week 4’s prompt. how do strangers within the world view your protagonists? how would they describe them? and how does this contrast against how the protagonist views themself?

Hi Chance!! This is a really good prompt; thank you for sending!!

Styx, I think, is a very intimidating figure. They're that tall vampire priest who sometimes works with the monster hunter's guild. She's been called a heathen in text because she worships a deity from a faith that's fallen out of favor and even outlawed in some places over the centuries. Some of the vampires mock them for being so willing to work with monster hunters and mortals in general, while others respect them, though pity them for being so withdrawn and aloof, since vampires tend to do much better in groups. A lone vampire is almost never a thriving vampire. No one would ever dare cross her, though; her skill with a scythe and polearm is well known.

And Renwick...putting him under the cut for misgendering, transphobia, allusions to abuse, and Victorian era-esque misogyny and ableism

Renwick. Well. Back at home, his name is shrouded in whispers. The second child of Avery and Eliza Crawford, the one who fell ill to hysteria at thirteen. He was always an odd one, with an intense interest in the macabre and a poor grasp of certain social cues. Many looked upon him with pity, others disgust. Growing up, many of his peers picked on him, and adults turned the other way. After all, little girls shouldn't be behaving like this, wearing suits and cutting their hair short and taking interest in such horrid things. And when he flinched whenever his mother gripped his arm a little too hard, or his father made a movement a little too sudden, well. That was just none of their business. With such strange proclivities and a general air of melancholy, to them it was only natural he would eventually succumb to hysteria, and to them his family did him a kindness by keeping him in the house instead of sending him away. Family supports family after all, that's how it is in the Luminous Faith. As the years went by, he was just...forgotten about.

To strangers in Cedra, a sea away from home, they knew not of the identity of the young man traveling through their streets. Most didn't take him too seriously. Either they saw his clothes and thought he was a thief, or a woman in disguise. Some took pity on him and let him stay in their home for a few nights, and scoffed in disbelief when he told them his destination. The Everdark, they'd say? Now why would such a polite young man be going to a place like that? But they helped him nonetheless, a few sensing that such kindness from others was a rare occurrence for him.

Also, there are many people who've mistaken him for a child, usually of 14-16. The problems of having a baby face.

As a vampire, most mortals don't take him too seriously as a threat, until they're forming a mob and they need something to direct their anger at.

While they don't remain strangers for long, his fellow vampires generally like him, if they perhaps think him a little or more than a little naive.

#digital-chance #asks #ch: styx #ch: renwick #wow this got long and. rather dark #i mean this series does get rather dark but yeah

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finishinglinepress · 9 months

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Wind and Water, Leaf and Lake begins with close observation of those abundant elements in its title, and the creatures who inhabit this #natural world, but travels far beyond them. These #poems address physical facts of survival and #aging, spiritual themes of grief and gratitude, even contemplation of the individual’s place in the cosmos. The poet’s unique perspective and descriptive skill give each page its fresh outlook and intimate voice.

Carol Mikoda (she/her) walks, sings, and writes from the eastern shore of Seneca Lake in Hector, New York. Her poems draw heavily on natural imagery from her surroundings in the Finger Lakes; as a guest in the original homeland of the living Haudenosaunee Confederacy, she extends her respect and gratitude to the many Indigenous people who call this land home. Her work has appeared in many literary journals and newspapers. Her first chapbook, While You Wait, was published late in 2021.

PRAISE FOR Wind and Water, Leaf and Lake by Carol Mikoda

The tender, attentive poems of Carol Mikoda show us how to look up and outside of ourselves to notice the intricate aliveness at play in clouds, leaves, and water—to feel the whole world. Her poems are sinuous and elemental, each one a lesson in how to find wonder in every small thing around us “that murmurs/trembles with life.”

–James Crews, poet and author of Kindness Will Save the World

Clouds, storms, bees, breezes blow through Carol Mikoda‘s book of poems. As the title suggests, this is a book filled with the things of nature, and a sense of wonder in the face of its beauties and changes. Any nature lover, any poetry lover, will find solace and loveliness in this book.

–Liz Rosenberg, author and poet, CHILDREN OF PARADISE.

Poetry of the environment here now tests the environment of poetry. This collection offers an adventure in sight, sound, touch, and feeling. It unfolds as a performance of reflection, sensation, grace and hope, change and surprise.

–Mary Lynch Kennedy, Distinguished Teaching Professor Emerita, Department of English, SUNY Cortland

Gorgeous rhythms and language await the reader in this pastoral collection from a highly skilled poet weaving catachresis and word play into the mix. Although the temperature of Mikoda’s collection is warm, melancholy remains just below the wind and water. Knowing we all are in need of that hope, that consideration found in our natural world, the poet writes to make that offer: “I will bind those statements together, / extract what secret gems I can find, / and plant each one, like an iris bulb/in its own velvety woodland den” in “Potential.” Mikoda has done just that with these beautiful poems of wind and water, leaf and lake.

–Nancy Avery Dafoe, author of thirteen books, including The House Was Quiet, But the Mind Was Anxious and Innermost Sea.

Carol Mikoda writes poems about nature, and how it speaks of change, especially the changes that come as we age. Some of her work simply presents the wonder and comfort of wind, water, and leaf, other poems speak of “the thin skin between here and There.” Full disclosure: too often I find that well-known and well-thought-of poetry is much too deliberately complex for me to enjoy. Mikoda’s work is deceptively simple. The second time through each poem, you will discover more and more.

–Judith Pratt, playwright and author of the novels, Silijeea Magic and The Dry Country

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jiishwa · 1 year

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love that me and averis hybrid spotify playlist basically alternates between her folk music and my metal music. like one second it’s like ‘ah yes we’re walking through a valley at sunset in summer and it’s nostalgic and a little melancholy but somehow we know everything will be ok’ but then the next it’s like ‘gear up motherfucker and get ready to plunge into the depths of hell’.

#i mean im definitely enjoying her music but I don’t know if she’s enjoying mine lol #i do make her playlists all the time with songs I think she’d like #but those are like carefully curated #I have no control over what Spotify decides to put on this playlist #ciaras tag #averi

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seacollectsrivers · 3 years

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blanky and gates hanging out.... just two old dads.....

#blanky is insane but at least he's not attack a spanish warship insane #and gates sailed under Avery. the STORIES theyd exchange #idk why hal gates is on my mind but he is and im melancholy about it

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simmerley · 2 years

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The lovely @simmerelle1 requested a new Sim along with an apartment in San Myshuino. I had so much fun making her! I named her Avery Solace.

Individual items linked below. If you want a list of all packs used, scroll to bottom. Please let me know if you notice I've missed anything!

CC LIST Anything not listed is Base Game :)

Look 1 - Everyday (1)

Look 2 - Formal

Look 3 - Athletic

Hair | Top | Bottom | Shoes

Look 4 - Party

Earrings | Top | Bottom | Shoes

Look 5 - Swim

Hair | Top | Bottom | Shoes

Look 6 - Sleep

Body

Look 7 - Hot

Look 8 - Cold

Top | Bottom | Shoes

Look 9 - Everyday (2)

CC Pack List

Simstrouble @simstrouble Summer Flow (Joliebean X Simstrouble) | Thrift Shop

Renorasims @renorasims Tiny Living Add On | Renorasims X Vikai

Sentate @sentate September 2021 Collection

DallasGirl @dallasgirl79 Stay Set | Louboutin Daffolile | EA Edit Platform Sneakers

Serenity @serenity-cc Lovebirds Collection

Thank you so much to all the CC Creators listed above!

#thesims4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gallery #sims 4 cas #sims 4 cc #sims 4 maxis cc #maxis match #ts4 maxis cc #mysims

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allsassnoclass · 4 years

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Also the impact female fans have on music? And bands? 5sos brought it up once and I still think about it in terms of music. Oh I feel that mood like I went off my birth control so now whenever I get my period I get extremely depressed&its like cool guess I’ll jsut die now? Re reading fic is. Comforting on so many levels. I read the tags on your post and yay for new fic but you should 1) make the packing list and 2) go to sleep bc those two things are good for the brain dump

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT FEMALE FANS IN MUSIC this tied heavily into my speech I gave once about one direction and how they weren’t taken seriously as musicians due to their primarily female fanbase and also they as well have talked about female fans and I love that both 1d and 5sos basically said “having a strong fanbase full of young women is great because they’re super passionate and really have their fingers on the pulse of good music.” there’s something to be said about fandom as a primarily female space starting out especially when it came to bands, like that type of commitment and enthusiasm came from young women going as far back as the Beatles and before (obviously fandom is full of guys and non binary folks as well but I think for many bands the fandoms as we think of them were started by female fans). in that vein it’s also very interesting to look at what types of bands/musicians get primarily female fanbases and what about those bands makes girls like them (are we attracted to them? do they make us feel safe in some way? do girls just have a banging taste in music? and what about a band prompts the formation of a fandom as opposed to just casual fans? too much to think about)

I am actually listening to one of my oldest playlists titled “some kind of feeling” that I haven’t visited in a while but I think I'll just reread the fics and scroll through Tumblr more then sleep making the packing list is too much work and something I can easily do tomorrow I'm a pro at the college packing list by now

#ask #pixiegrl #sorry that was a lot about female fanbases #also some kind of feeling used to be my go-to playlist which is strange because it's Avery dark blue playlist and pretty melancholy #and I'm generally not actually a melancholy person

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smoooothoperator · 2 years

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Blue Eyes

A/N: OKAY!! This was really funny to write, because I'm a Chicago PD fan it made me really happy to write this. This is something really different, nothing about F1. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I really enjoyed writing something different. And if you liked it, thank you.

Characters: Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy), Richard Webber (Grey's Anatomy), Levi Schmitt (Grey's Anatomy), Jackson Avery (Grey's Anatomy), Ethan Choi (Chicago Med), Jay Halstead (Chicago PD), Hank Voight (Chicago PD), Kim Burgess (Chicago PD) Sylvie Brett (Chicago Fire)

Being the daughter of one the principal of one of the most famous Formula 1 teams wasn't easy. It never was. You are in the public eye all the time, hiding from cameras and paparazzi, ignoring the rude comments in the media.

Being a surgeon meant that being focused is something that is essential at work, more if you work with brains. So those comments and the critics, the threats and warnings, have to be away from your mind the moment you walk inside the surgery room.

"Bailey, can I have a talk with you?" I asked the short woman, who looked at me with her eyebrows making a thin line. "Please tell me you won't go with Amelia and Meredith to Minnesota" she begged, and I shook my head laughing. "No, god! I'm not interested in that project. No, I wanted to ask you something else, if you let me"

She sighed, smiling and nodding to me to follow her through the corridors of the Grey Sloan Memorial. We went to her office, walking slowly as some of the young doctors waved at us, making little bows and giving us snacks.

"Want something to drink?" She asked and I smiled. "No, thank you" i smiled and sat on the couch she has. I looked around and smiled with melancholy, remembering how Derek used to have the office once he used it. "Why did you want to talk with me, Horner?" Bailey asked and I nodded. "You know... My dad will come to the US next week and will stay here around two weeks'' I started to talk and she nodded, frowning. "Ah, yeah. Your father is the principal of one of those teams of cars, right?" She said. "My son loves it". "I can get a ticket for him, you know, right?" I giggled and she smiled. "Anyway, what I wanted to ask you is... If I can have three weeks free? I mean, not free at all. My dad talked with me and one of the members of the medical team has COVID and that means that the whole team is infected” I sighed and she nodded. "So what you are asking me is to let you free so you can work there?". I bit my lip and nodded. “Are you sure? I mean, you are a surgeon, I don’t think that it will help a lot there…” She sighed and started to search for some papers. “I know, but I know some people that can help me”.

Ethan Choi. One of my best friends while I did my intern studies at the Chicago Med. He works at the ER and is one of the people that can help me with the job.

So when I talked with Bailey and Webber about this work, I agreed with them about taking an resident with me: Levi Schmitt.

The morning Levi and I had to take the plane I received a call from Pierre Gasly, the man I’m in love with.

“Hey” I sighed smiling, making Levi look at me with a grin. “Hey, doc. I heard you are coming to the race” he said, giggling. “I am. RedBull’s medical team is off. I’ll go with my own team”. “Cool, I just called because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come some day of the time you are here on a double date with me and Katherina. Are Jackson and you still dating?”

Of course. He’s dating someone else. He never thinks about my feelings.

“No. We broke up when he left Seattle” I sighed, and Levi looked at me, he knew about it. “Oh… well, then nevermind. I’ll see you around in the paddock. Love you”

I groaned and threw back my head, making Levi sigh and rest his hand on top of my hand. Even if I'm a specialist and he’s a resident, we have a close relationship, and it made him one of my favorite residents.

“It was Pierre?” he asked, making me sigh and nod. “I miss when it was only him and I, not other girls around. But I guess I have to forget about it, right?”. “I mean, you were kinda happy with Avery, not thinking about him”.

After that talk we took the plane that went to Chicago. I talked with Ethan about the plan, and he made everything ready to have those weeks free. Once we landed, he came to the airport to pick us up and drove us to his apartment.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor Choi” Levi said when he saw him for the first time. “Oh, please! Just Ethan, we will be working together”

He gave us a little tour around Chicago and at the end of the day we went to Molly's, the bar where many firefighters, police officers and doctors go after their shift. I heard about this place and it made me really happy to be here,

“Guys, meet Margot Horner and Levi Schmitt” Ethan introduced us and I waved to the people that came closer. “They are from the Grey Sloan Memorial”.

The group of female firefighters came close to me and started talking, making me feel welcomed. Levi stayed by my side like a puppy, something that made me smile.

“Excuse me, are you related to Chritian Horner, the RedBull Racing principa?” A blonde guy asked me, and I groaned, turning around to face him. But the moment I found those blue eyes and blonde hair I blushed. “Yeah. His daughter. And you are?”. “Jay, that’s not a way of flirting with a girl” Stella laughed and I smiled, looking into his eyes, “Jay? Nice to meet you” I smiled.

The rest of the night I talked with him, leaving Levi with the girls and other people while I talked with Jay, and I felt good. Pierre wasn’t in my mind, neither was Jackson. And it was perfect.

“Oh, sorry” I mumbled when I felt my phone buzzing in the back pocket of my jeans. “Don’t worry, maybe you have to go outside to hear something”. I smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand and squeezing it before walking out of the pace. “Pierre? Hi, why are you calling?”. “Oh, I just wanted to talk with you, know how the flight to Chicago went”. “Well, I am with Ethan and some of his coworkers now-”. But I was cutted because someone pushed me to the floor and kicked the back of my neck, making me unconscious. “Margot? Hello?”.

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Pierre looked confused at his phone, not understanding what happened, and tried to call her again. But there was no answer. He texted her, but she was offline. So he called her friend, Ethan, hoping that he knew where she was.

“Hello? Ethan?” Pierre said, nervous. “Pierre! Hey! What’s up, mate? I’m going with Margot to the race”. Pierre sighed when he heard her best friend’s name. “Ethan, is Margot with you? I called her but somehow the call was cutted. Can you search for her and tell her to call me back?”. “Yeah, of course”.

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Jay looked around and then at his watch. Margot was taking too much time for a phone call. Was it her boyfriend? He was flirting with her without knowing if she was taken.

He saw how Ethan walked towards him with his eyebrows forming a thin line, worry in his eyes.

“Jay, have you seen Margot?” The korean man asked him and he frowned. “Yeah, she was with me until she received a call, then she walked outside to talk. Is there a problem?” he said, now worry filling his mind. “The person she was talking about said that the call was cutted and they can't contact her anymore”.

Jay opened his eyes wide and walked immediately out of Molly’s, searching for her. But the only thing he found was her phone on the ground next to some blood drops.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and people walked out of the place, Ethan and Levi going to the front. “What happened?” Levi asked him. “She’s missing”

He called Voight, and soon his team showed up. Ethan and Levi never left his side, telling him and his boss every type of information they would need.

“I have to call her father” Ethan said looking at his phone, that has missed calls from Pierre and her father.

Jay couldn’t sleep the whole night, feeling guilty because he was the one that suggested her to get out and attend the call. If he didn’t talk, she would be there with him, with them. Who knows how she is right now. Scared?

The next morning he went to work, sleepless but with the motivation he needed to get her back, to search for her. And when he walked inside the building he found two people he never expected to find there: Pierre Gasly, the Alpha Tauri driver, and Christian Horner.

“Hello, I’m detective Halstead” he said, biting his lips. “Where is my daughter?” Christian asked him and Pierre looked at the man nervous. “We’re working on it. Come with me” he sighed and started walking upstairs to their office.

He heard how Pierre Gasly mumbled some things in French, not understanding anything of it, but he continued waking. Voight called them and then they walked inside the office.

“We took the liberty of going to her social media thanks to our informatic team and we discovered that she was having threats, dead threats” Voight said and Jay sighed, looking at her father. “Impossible, she never told me about that” Pierre said frowning, “Who are you, her boyfriend?” Jay scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Best friend” Pierre groaned and then Jay laughed. “Ah yeah, she talked about you. The guy that only has eyes for models, I see” he laughed and immediately stopped.

What is wrong with me? I'm not jealous.

“Halstead, get out” Voight asked him. “But I’m the principal at the case, you can’t just make me miss information. Important information" he groaned, looking at his boss. “You can’t take the case if there are emotions implied. Work with Burgess in this”.

He groaned and felt his muscles tense when that French man chuckled while he walked out of his captain's office. He sat on his chair, looking at the driver and the team principal talking with his boss, the face of the driver never changed.

"Earth to Jay" Burgess called him and he frowned, looking at her. "Come on, let's work"

Pierre looked at that American detective, the blonde one that was too worried to be the one that has the case. The moment he saw him for the first time, downstairs, and mentioned that Margot talked with him, he didn't like him. He wasn't jealous, but the thought of another man liking her made him uncomfortable.

"Pierre, you are her friend" the captain said. "Did she ever told you about people leaving rude comments on her media? Or people following her down the street?". "No, she never told me about that. She never told me about social media problems". Lies, he remembers one time she told him about a guy stalking her and some fans telling her to get away from him or her own father. "Alright, we will do everything possible to find her" Voight said rising his eyebrow looking at the French driver. "We will call if we know something new".

Jay spent most of his time searching her. They found the people who has her thanks to the phone of one of them, who was active while they kidnapped her, so they could scour their signal.

"Okay, I'll infiltrate there" Jay said when they met the location of that band. "No, Halstead. Stay out of that, if she sees you you two will be in danger" Voight said and he shook his head. "With all the respect, captain. But she was kidnapped because of me. I was the one that told her to get out of Molly's to talk. So I'm going to be the one that gets her out. And I won't accept a no".

Voight sighed and nodded looking at him, and he ran downstairs from the office and went to his car. He has to improvise everything, his fake identity and his intentions. But he would do anything for her.

So when that band, too weak and stupid, let him so easily, he knew that he got a chance to look for her.

I couldn't see them, the moment they captured me they made sure to not let me see their faces. But the moment one of them walked inside the room where they got me locked, and he took out the black hood that was hiding his face, I panicked.

"J-Jay?" I mumbled, looking at that blonde man that made me forget about Pierre. He made me shut up, closing my mouth with his hand and I nodded. "It's alright, I'm here, I'm here".

I nodded and hugged him, wrapping my arms tight around his torso and feeling how the tears started to run.

"Where is Pierre and my father? And Levi? Ethan? Where am I?" I asked nervous, not understanding anything that was happening. "Everyone is alright, worried about you. But they are safe" he explained and I nodded.

He looked at me and cupped my cheek and I looked into his eyes. They are a different shade of blue, a blue that hides fear and at the same time braveness. Not the braveness of Pierre's, but a different kind. One that had a terrible past.

"Jay… thank you" i mumbled and closed the gap between us. It was a movement my body made, and when I realized what I did, he was kissing me back. "I promise to get you out of here safe, alright? My team is outside, waiting for my signal to come inside and attack. I came here to keep you safe" he whispered and I simply nodded. "Are you ready?". I nodded and grabbed his hand tight, looking at the door and jumping a little when I heard him saying a simple 'Now' and after that some 'Chicago PD, you are arrested'. Someone opened the door and I ran to hide behind him.

"Is okay, is captain Voight" Jay whispered and I nodded, standing up next to Jay and walked out of the place, looking at the people that captured me being arrested.

"Margot!" Pierre's voice made my heart stop beating. He's here, he came here, for me. So I did something I would regret the next hour. I let my hand go of Jay's and ran to Pierre, who was walking out of a patrol car with his arms wide open for me. "Pierre" I mumbled wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Oh my God, you are safe" he whispered, hugging me back.

I felt Jay's gaze on me, on us, and something started to make me feel nauseous, being in Pierre's arms after kissing Jay Halstead. I pulled away from the hug and looked into his eyes, his blue eyes. They are not as bright as Jay's, not as beautiful. Those eyes are for someone else.

"Eh… Yeah" I mumbled, stepping away and going to hug my father. But after that I went to Jay, feeling how my stomach started to tickle me. "

Hey". He looked at me with a smile that grew more and more as my steps got closer to him. He leaned on his car, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and looked at me. Those blue eyes were brighter, even if his past was traumatic, they were shining like the sea. "Hey, are you alright? Do you need medical attention? Come on, Sylvie is here". I shook my head and smiled, placing my hand on his arm and looked at him. "Thank you. For saving me even if we only talked for a whole hour at Molly's" i said and bit my lip. "That was the funniest hour I ever had, and the next hours were the scariest ones. It was my fault, I'm sorry" he mumbled and looked at the ground. "No. Don't blame yourself, Jay. You saved me, you saved my life".

I looked at him and sighed, feeling how his blue eyes looked at me and I smiled, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around him feeling how he kissed my forehead.

"I want to know more about you, doctor Horner. And I would be really happy be with you in the race" he whispered and I frowned looking up at him. "Your father asked me to go with Ethan, Levi and you in case something bad happens". "Really? It would make me really happy".

Jay Halstead made me forget. His blue eyes made me forget about my stupid feelings towards Pierre Gasly and all the times he rejected me.

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Promised Part 16 - Tom Riddle x reader

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

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

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

Word count: 4k

Part 16 - 30th June 1945

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll give you some privacy in a minute,” he mentioned as he walked over to the desk where some things were gathered. He had put a large box there when you had arrived. “I brought someone with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elsie’s eyes grew wide and Mother laid her hand on your sister‘s shoulder. “What do you mean? Why would you tell us that minutes before your wedding?” Mother asked.

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

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

“Yes. They chose Elsie specifically so that you and Father would agree to their pact.”

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stupefy!” Marvolo called, his wand directed at Father, who fell to the ground immediately. “I told you not to step in. No one’s making a move now unless I tell them to.”

Mother fell to her knees, looking at Father unconscious on the ground and Marvolo gaped at her in disgust. “Take your husband. And shut your mouth, or you’ll be lying there with him.”

She pressed her lips shut and crawled over to Father, slowly dragged him to the corner of the room behind you, where she held his head between her hands. Silent tears ran down Elsie’s cheeks, who was still captured between Morfin’s hand and his wand. You had managed to pull out your own wand during the turmoil and looked over at Tom in the doorframe, who had done the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morfin winced in pain and still held his leg. Nagini’s venom spread quickly, Morfin’s thigh was twitching on its own.

“Father,” Morfin whined. “I need treatment. Help me get home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Imperio,” Tom said quietly while Marvolo fell to his knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother joined you in the chapel and you took the chance to get some fresh air outside. Only out in the open you noticed that you were still wearing the white dress. What scorn of fate it was to watch someone die on your wedding day. The door opened again behind you and Tom walked out. He had managed to remain composed better than anyone else there, even though he was the one who had killed somebody.

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

You nodded. Physically you were. Your mental state was debatable. “I think I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you?” you asked, to which he smirked. The wind tousled his hair, just like when you had sat with him at the bench back in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. “Why don’t you ask me? Properly I mean.”

Tom’s smirk vanished and he looked at you seriously. He took both of your hands in his, inspecting you closely. He opened his mouth but shut it again to clear his throat. Then he asked: “Do you want to marry me?”

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

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

You leaned forward, kissed him once and said: “So, ask me again in a year or two?”

“I promise I will.”

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