#faes tom thoughts

[f10werfae]

Could you write where tom Holland getting jelly of a random older man trying to seduce his older woman gf reader! Pls I need that

“Babyboy what’s wrong with you?” Y/n pouted combing back her husband’s hair as her newborn babygirl was coddled against her chest, her tiny fists held onto Y/n’s loose top (which helped when she needed breastfeed the little one while they were out)

“That old fucker was clearly trying to get in your pants WHILE you were breastfeeding our princess” Tom scoffed sitting back onto the diner booth they were sitting at, “Tom baby, he was my age, and even so, you saw how I said I was busy with my family” She giggled seeing his face all furrowed with jealousy, his lips held in a tight line making him look like he had a frog in his mouth. “Still. He has some nerve trying to seduce my wife in front of me and my daughter”

“S’okay baby me and pretty princess here know who daddy is, don’t we sweetpea?” Tom’s heart fluttered at being called daddy, he still hadn’t gotten used to it, but he couldn’t get enough of it. In and out of the bedroom. He watched as Y/n propped up their baby as if she was standing up, the cute little tot yawning with that newborn scrunch she still had.

“Plus i’ll show you later on just how much of me belongs to you, how about that babyboy?”

#tom holland x older!reader #faes tom thoughts #faesthoughts

[dazesanddoodles]

honestly greg having some kind of fae blood

#that’s the post #oh he’s terrible? he just folklore it’s okay #tom unknowingly made a deal with a fae creature and doomed himself #kendall also accepted an offering from a fae creature and screwed himself over because it wasn’t as good as he thought #logan writing ‘greg?’ ensured greg’s safety somehow idk fae magic #greg is actually a collective hallucination #turn him into a puppet and don’t acknowledge it #flighty fae creature greg is canon idk who that man on the screen is #greg hirsch #succession

[bumblingbriars]

Almost at the end of book one for the fellowship asaaghhh

#kitty speaks #I totally forgot about Tom #that part was. interesting! #i took it as the whole longevity thing LOTR has going for it #but I also like the theory that they’re #wassit #val4r? #the Angel equivalents #Yav4nna and her husband #the original silly guy x the most beautiful woman frfr #it felt a lil sloggy after a bit and I even thought like #this reminds me of fae #and how they trick people into staying with them for what seems like hours/days but it’s been years #the four coming out like 30 years later like we out here Omg wdym Sauron has killed everyone #but yeah heavy fae vibes idk #Frodo did not know how long it had been that quote #I’m like. oh they comin out spirited away style

[latteedrawz]

Reasons why I think Jimmy might be a fae:

When splashed with the lore revealing potion, Jimmy became tiny. It might be that the potion is false and just shrunk Jimmy's size, but it is can also be possible that Jimmy turned tiny due to being a fae in disguise.

When talking to the old sheriff [Martyn], the old sheriff calls Jimmy a Pixie. Something EXTREMELY close to a faerie/fae. Not to mention the old sheriff never gave Jimmy his name.

This might not be on purpose but Jimmy is TERRIBLE in PvP lately. He tried killing fWhip twice and failed both times. Faeries are harmed by iron, and Jimmy has a literal railroad made out of it. Maybe it weakened Jimmy but he doesn't even realise it.

Faes don't forgive easily and hold grudges against people who have acted horribly towards them. They sometimes go into the persons way to ruin stuff for them, breaking their stuff.. cursing them... attempting to kill them sometimes as well.

Fae like children a lot more than adults and in some stories are shown playing with them and causing mischief. Jimmy didn't like Hermes at first, but that was only because of Joel. When the law/lore alliance was made Jimmy IMMEDIATELY became nicer to Hermes, even calling him a kind kid at one point. Not to mention Tiny Tom! Jimmy tried so hard to get Tiny Tom back, but that might just be him being a mama bird. It's a cool thought though. [FUN FACT: FAES USUALLY STEAL CHILDREN AS WELL] // EDIT: JIMMY KEPT HIS GOBLIN CHILD BECAUSE HE'S LONELY AND WANTS SOMEONE AROUND, BUT WHEN FWHIP BECOME A NORMAL EMPOROR AGAIN HE THREW THE GOBLIN CHILD AWAY? This gave me many mixed signals.....

Jimmy has NEVER gave his actual name to people in empires, which is James. He uses nicknames for himself near others.

Fae love nature and Jimmy has shown interest in getting more plants and life in Tumbletown, he just doesn't know how to. He has asked Sausage for tips multiple times.

Jimmy might have been a fae at one point and lost his wings, or just ran away from the other faes. It's a cool theory but very unlikely. But then again, we have no idea what Jimmy was before being a sheriff.

Faeries are easily offended and might turn evil if they feel like you have betrayed/wronged them beyond forgiveness. Sounds familiar huh??? *looks at Jimmy and Fwhip aggressively*

Jimmy has done SO MANY THINGS THAT WOULD GET YOU KILLED BY A FAERIE UNLESS YOU WERE ALSO ONE.. He entered a fae ring, said his name near the fae multiple times, accepted a gift from the fae, said sorry AND thank you, went around telling others about his interaction with a faerie, and more... Either Jimmy is a faerie or he's just the faes favourite.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW!!! COMMENT IF YOU HAVE ANY THEORIES OR EVIDENCE :D I'd love to hear it!!

EDIT: MARTYN/OLD SHERIFF CALLED JIMMY ONE OF THE FAE AND JIMMY QUICKLY DENIED IT!!! Jimmy could be a runaway fae?? Maybe that's why he was so scared of the fae corruption! He might be thinking the faes want revenge.

#solidaritygaming #empires smp #jimmy solidarity #empires 2 #empires season 2 #empires season two #esmp jimmy #mcyt solidaritygaming #solidarity gaming #fae solidaritygaming #the fae #empires smp theory #empires smp headcanon #empires smp spoilers #empires jimmy #sheriff jimmy #mcytblr #mcyt #empires s2 #empire smp #empires smp 2 #empires smp season 2 #empiresblr #empires solidarity #empires smp s2 #empiressmp

[moris-auri]

Everything is cross posted to my AO3.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

FIC RECS list

you stole my heart (before i could say no) - Osferth (TLK) x Brynja

As it Was

Oh simple thing (where have you gone?)

An Epitome of Grace - Aemond x ofc Ylva Snow

Masterlist

Blossom on the tree (you know how I feel) - modern AU drabble of an Epitome of Grace

fic related art

I can't steal you (like you stole me) - Tom Bennett

Masterlist

COMPLETED

🔥NSFW - ⚜️SFW

A revelation in the light of day - Aemond 🔥

Time is but a paper moon - fae!Aemond AU🔥

King & Lionheart - Aemond 🔥

I never knew daylight could be so violent - Aemond 🔥

A Sermon on Desire - Aemond 🔥

You are the silence in between (what I thought and what I said) - Aemond 🔥

Still the memory of you (marks everything I do) - Osferth (TLK) 🔥

Lend themselves to your sweet eyes of gold - Aegon 🔥

Diamonds on the water - Aemond 🔥

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be - Billy Washington 🔥

Under the Half-moon’s light  - Aemond 🔥

PRETTY ART :)

Lavender Haze - Aemond x Helaena

wild folk - Osferth (TLK) 🔥

#my fics #hotd fics #a song of ice and fire #fyeahgotocs #house of the dragon #world on fire #the last kingdom

[the-kr8tor]

AU where pirate, fae, ttn, and all the other creators of hobies in your story is just actor hobie and actor R. And all the other characters are also actors. But hobie and r are actually dating and have been for years and they kinda have a like zendaya and tom holland relationship where people know but they keep there more personal life private.

Thag au actually mighg fix my sadness for TF/j

I have thought about this before!! Like there's a reason why it's the same old woman or same danny lol it's fun to think about that au!

Ooh imagine they fell for each other during ttn filming 🥺🥺🥺 and now they're like the couple to always pair up in movies/series bc they have that intense chemistry and they're always a hit with the fans! Like it's a guarantee that whatever project they're on will be huge

I've always thought that ttn would be like a series in their world while tf is a movie. Meanwhile we've got bdas that is probably 2 seasons long lmaoo

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶

[kitkatd7]

Queen of a Lonely Court

Possible series teaser below :))

I know I've been MIA for literally over a year but I'm back! Got a new phone during college, never re-downloaded Tumblr and forgot😅 anyway, please lmk what you think and if I should continue this story or not! I'm thinking of making it a Loki/Thor pre ragnorok story

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She sat in her throne room, lounging on the stairs in the absence of her subjects, having no one to poise for. Good. Let them leave, she thought. The silent halls seemed to agree in their peace, undisturbed by bustling maids and couriers, chefs, seamstresses, and courters. To hell with them all. All she ever wanted was peace. If it took a kingdom with a queen as the only soul, so be it. Who said it took a people to rule to be ruler?

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[mushroom-jack]

Tompercy AU Masterpost

As I'm taking a step back from tompercy for the time being, and having just finished my main ASOR-related WIP, I thought it would be a good idea to gather all my tompercy thoughts all in one accessible place (written and non-written). This post is also linked in my pinned. I am still technically taking prompts for this ship, though no promises in terms of filling them; you can also request any AU from the unwritten section of this post, and I'll do my best to oblige since I already have thoughts for most of those :)

Also, anyone is allowed to write a fic based on any of my prompts, or transform any of my works (ie translation, writing another story in one of my established universes, write something inspired by my fics/prompts, etc; just don’t repost my fics wholesale) — I simply ask that you link it to me somehow so that I can check it out!

Written

Superhero AU: a civilian and a mercenary (mid-length; series of one-shots) Features Percy as the only civilian in a family of superheros, a Deathstroke-inspired Tom as the world's deadliest mercenary, and a something-with-benefits type relationship.

Royalty AU(s): you should see me in a crown (short; series of one-shots) Tom is the heir to the throne, and Percy is a spy on a mission to kill the king totally normal librarian. Bizarre yearning vibes.

a mask of my own face (short one-shot) Mostly platonic, but still tompercy-centric; Tom is a well-known mercenary, and Percy is his mysterious masked client.

Vampires AUs: Crimson (short one-shot) Percy is a vampire, Tom is a wizard. Unarguably erotic, but somehow not erotica.

Sanguine (even shorter one-shot) Tom is a vampire, Percy is a wizard. Spiritual successor to Crimson. Somehow even more erotic (but still not erotica).

Faerie (And Adjacent) AUs: offer me his lips (short one-shot) Percy is fae, because the the urge to make him some kinda creature is never-ending. Tom is a wizard hoping to make a deal.

monsters of a feather (short one-shot + bonus) Tom is one of the most feared pirates to still sail the seas; Percy is a siren caged in the bowels of his ship, only ever let out to lure other ships into Tom's waiting hands.

ASOR Canon Divergence: Beloved (short two-shot) AU where tompercy is roommates during the war. Bizarre vibes just in general; the first tompercy fic I ever wrote.

sworn companionship (short two-shot) Used to be called "crucio" if that tells you anything; AU where Percy becomes Tom's sworn companion at some unspecified time, presumably post-war. Bizarrely kind of erotic, but mostly fluffy.

lay all your love on me (fairly longform; it's about 30k words) ASOR alternate ending; canon divergent from the Forbidden Forest confrontation. Tom learns how to love. Featuring some of my favorite tags from any of my fics: "Percy Weasley is Bad at Feelings / 'Bad at feelings' doesn't even BEGIN to describe what's wrong with Tom Riddle". >> Now with sequel, which is about 10k words, and is mostly erotica with character study.

communing with dangerous men (shortform multi-shot) Vaguely associated with lay all your love; a Percy in some sort of post-war established relationship is thrown back in time to the late 1940s, when Tom is working at Borgin and Burke's. An even darker tompercy than I usually write, with lots of codependency, obsessive devotion, and eroticized gore.

Other/Miscellaneous: it's golden hour somewhere (collection of short one-shots) This is a collection of three one-shots featuring tompercy interacting in the sun, following the theme, "in another world, we could've been so happy". Features a professor AU, a coffee shop AU, and a bonus/missing scene canon compliant to ASOR.

it ain't love (if it don't hurt) (extremely short one-shot) unclear what universe this takes place in; basically erotica, but lacking genitalia. The intimacy of torture.

little rabbit (short pwp one-shot) An omegaverse porn w/o plot, featuring a wolf!Tom and a bunny!Percy. No heat/rut/mating cycles, if you're not into that sort of thing, but there are still cnc elements; Tom chases Percy down in the woods.

pomegranate hearts (mid-length; series of one-shots) Featuring Percy as Hades, king of the dead and the underworld, Tom as Persephone, young god of spring all growing, sprouting things, and a tangible power dynamic so skewed in Percy's favor that their relationship comes out looking something like one of equals. Also, has a wider cast of characters than my usual fics, including Abraxas, Severus, and a more fanon-flavored Harry Potter than an ASOR flavored one.

From My Ideas Folder (Unwritten):

a civilian and a mercenary AU: Percy is trying to get a coffee when the shop is suddenly being held up. He's fully ready to go along with the hostage situation, just wanting to get his coffee and then go to work, but Tom shows up out of the blue and is having absolutely none of it.

Alternative relationship reveal: 5 times someone found out about Percy and Tom, and 1 time Percy actually told them. Featuring, probably, Tonks, Severus, and various Weasleys.

Time Travel AU(s): Percy time travels to the early 1940s and beats the shit out of someone for calling Tom a mudblood.

Literally any Percy as a Knight of Walpurgis AU.

Time Traveler's Wife-esque AU where the sworn companionship ritual between Percy and Voldemort goes wrong or gets interrupted; a Percy who's soul is fundamentally attached to Tom's gets flung through time, appearing to young Tom at various points in his life (either involving scenes at Wool's Orphanage, Hogwarts, while Tom is working at Borgin and Burke's, while he is traveling the world, etc... OR Percy is transported to Tom immediately after he makes each horcrux, for a total of 7 times).

ASOR Canon Divergence: Alternate ending where Tom wins the war, but Percy dies and comes back as a ghost (but Wrong; possibly soul-related complications, something sworn companionship related???). Percy has some form of amnesia, and either follows Tom around like a lost dog or haunts their flat, which Tom refuses to move out of for some reason.

Alternate ending where post-war Percy is told that all physical forms of Voldemort have been successfully destroyed, but a remnant remains harmlessly attached to his soul, mostly powerless, destined to die once he does. This results in a benevolent possession, Venom-esque dynamic where Tom is a snarky asshole living in Percy's head and occasionally taking over his body, and Percy just has to deal with that now.

Lay all your love adjacent t4t AU, with a transmasc!Tom who transitioned in childhood + promptly obliviated everyone into believing he was always male, and a very repressed transfem!Percy that Tom is slowly manipulating and coercing into being more feminine. I myself am genderqueer, but I find that I rarely write trans characters, so this would ultimately be an interrogation of that habit, a joyful study of transgender identity, and a massive fuck you to JK Rowling.

Other/Miscellaneous: Selkie!Percy AU tentatively named Salinity. Percy saves a young, orphanage-era Tom, they interact throughout the years, and Tom eventually returns to steal Percy's coat.

Animal hybrid AU with a bunny!Percy living in a cottage doing wizard stuff, and a wolf!Tom who breaks and enters in order to steal a magical artifact (I'm thinking a horcrux that Percy found by complete accident). And then he accidentally gets dog adopted. And then Percy has to contend with the fact that his new wolf familiar is actually a particularly attractive dark wizard. This one would be really funny honestly, it just seems kinda long. Also, Percy has massive glasses and velvety ears, by necessity of the AU.

Percy is a wizard who traveled a long ways to learn arcane magics from the immortal sage he heard is living in this mountaintop cave. Tom is a dragon that lives in a mountaintop cave, and who is not against adding this plucky young wizard to his hoard.

Short one-shot; Tom is a professional duelist, and Percy is very impressed.

Some sort of mixed-generation AU where Tom and Percy have been together since Hogwarts; after graduation they move in together, and Percy provides for the two of them with his Prewett heirship and ministry job. Tom is promiscuous and disloyal, Percy is devoted and willfully ignorant of Tom's various affairs – when he eventually confronts Tom, Tom casually leaves him for one of the many purebloods he's been courting, leaving Percy searching for a way to win him back. Vaguely inspired by the novel Naomi by Junichiro Tanizaki.

Kink community AU where Tom is an event host in the local community and Percy has stumbled upon the scene by complete accident at age 18-19. Drawn to Percy's naivete and vulnerability, Tom takes care to portray himself as being trustworthy (as he's something of a community leader), and takes Percy under his wing in order to take advantage of him.

Trafficlight SMP/death games AU with Tom as an extremely prolific killer on his red life, and Percy on his green life but nonetheless absolutely dedicated to serving Tom. Featuring red life bloodlust, irrational loyalty to what should've been a temporary alliance, betrayal, and reluctant affection/devotion. Tentatively named I bet on losing dogs.

#tompercy #a study of resonance

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Wicked Spring

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy chapter, scared boys, PTSD, evil returns, MF being awful, groping, trying to find alone time, interrupted fun, Cia running off, baby in danger (only for a moment), uncovered secrets, Dom getting sick, mentions of underage sex (Col's past), hurt/comfort ☠️ rating: mature/verging on explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Nothing had changed exactly since Kol'son and Dom had found time for each other again but they had. The world didn't feel so overwhelming when they felt connected, the threat hanging over their heads didn't feel so immense. The siren had finally slept, passing out for so long that his husband had to resort to resting their babes against his chest just to keep them fed. It was strange but he was thankful to see his wife feeling calmer. It had been a few days and the boy had slept for at least one of them but it had been a week since the vampire had appeared and… nothing. Gods it was starting to get on Kol's nerves. He didn't like waiting around for trouble.

He'd finally convinced Dom to leave the bedroom and they'd left the children under Mod and Tom's care. Ciarán was running around their feet, still stuck in his wolf form but he was obviously happy to be free of their home. The Viking was glad to see his mate breathing fresh air and they felt clean and cuddly after a shared bath and a little fun. "I missed you ástin min." He sighed softly, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulders. Thankfully Dom didn't take the statement wrong and instead smiled up at him, twining his fingers with his daidí's where they rest on his skin.

"I missed me too." The selkie huffed honestly before shaking his head. "But I missed you more. I didn't fink I could get tha' scared anymore. I don't know why I let 'em get in me 'ead like tha'. And now I've broken our son." He didn't mean to be so open but it was surprisingly easy with his husband. Who would have thought such a brute would have a big soft heart?

"You didn't break our son, look at him. He's happy. He's just being a good little alpha." The god wouldn't admit to worrying too, he hadn't seen his little boy's precious face in over a month and he couldn't convince him to shift back. He was sure if he could access the same power in himself he could force it, but he didn't want the kid traumatized. Cia was trotting in front of them, his tail wagging and his nose close to the ground. Honestly he was one of the cutest things the man thought he'd ever seen but that didn't mean he didn't miss his human form.

"He shouldn't feel like he needs to be. We got a bloody alpha already, he can calm 'is fluffy arse down! I don't want 'im growing up too fast." The fae whined, resting his head against his mate's chest as they strolled together.

"Damn straight. I don't think he can help it though. He feels our stress. Let's just hope Kiva and Quinny don't go this hard so young or we'll be overrun." The alpha teased, nuzzling his lover's hair.

"Oh gods no, I can't 'andle fhree teen alphas at the same time. I refuse." Dom giggled, shaking his head and half hiding against his daidí's chest. "'Ey yours at tha' point."

"Sure, as long as you raise the omegas. But it's cute you think I'm not breeding you again soon." The god's voice dropped to a growl and the fae shivered in his hold, almost tripping over himself. He was honestly surprised he hadn't felt the beginnings of his heat yet and that Kol hadn't already started teasing about whelping him. With that promise though they felt so much closer to their normal selves and it soothed something tight in Dom's chest. "Maybe make it an even ten?" Kol'son's hand disappeared from his shoulder and caressed it's way down his spine and the boy whimpered when that strong palm cupped his ass and squeezed.

The siren made a noise like a squeak but at the same moment their son barked and darted off for the tree line, shattering any play his parents were about to get up to. "Shite! Where'd he go?" The fae sighed, at first just from exasperation but when they lost track of the sound of his voice Dom felt nerves make his belly flip.

Kol'son's ears would have twitched if he were in his other form but as it was he tried to still himself and listen. His hand didn't move from it's bruising grip on his wife's ass, if anything he was hoping the pup would come right back and he could resume his attempt to fuck the fae against a tree but- "I can't hear him." He was focusing so hard on that one sense that he picked up the moment Dom's nerves turned to true anxiety when his heart started racing in his chest. He finally released the boy and pet gently up his back before letting go, ready to search out their son but they didn't have to.

"Hi daddy! Miss me?" A soft voice that was so sweet and fake it turned Kol's stomach sounded from the trees before she stepped into view, Cia tight in her hold.

The Viking couldn't help making a face and gagging at what she called him but it turned to a growl when he saw his little alpha. "Megna, put him down." He couldn't keep his voice level, he was honestly surprised he wasn't already ripping her throat out but he didn't want Ciarán to see him that brutal. Yet.

"Daidí-" Dom choked on his words, fear was clogging his throat and rage burning through his veins. His husband stepped in front of him but he couldn't help trying to peek around. He knew he shouldn't have let the babe leave their room. He knew he shouldn't have left.

'I've got it okay? When I tell you to run? Run.' The god's voice floated through his mind and he tried to nod but he couldn't leave their son. Sweat broke out over his skin, all his instincts telling him to do just that and escape but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why he felt that way anyway, he was always drawn to protect his young before himself.

"Aww but he's just so fluffy! Maybe I'll keep him as a pet." The bitch had the nerve to purr and Cia answered her with a snarl right next to her face. The pair couldn't help but feel pride but they knew she would just as soon hurt him as let him go. "Bad puppy. What else would I expect when the two of you are training him?" She huffed, rolling her eyes.

When the wolf went to nip her Kol could see her hand moving to slap his nose and he had to hold his wife back. He wasn't used to his own power and at times it scared him but he attempted to use it, snapping his fingers and praying the babe could escape. The moment happened so fast, almost a blink of an eye but he felt fur against his back and Megna was empty handed. Her bee stung lips pouted and her fox gaze landed on him like prey. 'Run.' He thought to his mate but before Dom could obey, a new voice echoed through the circle.

"I don't think so. Your mate shouldn't leave you alone with a woman, we all know how much a brute you are." It purred through the trees and the Viking furrowed his brow. Why did she sound so fucking familiar? The sound went straight through his body and he was ashamed at how his dick twitched. He thought he knew exactly who was talking, this was the god his mate had been promised to. But why did it feel like someone he'd always known?

Dom swallowed hard and pulled their pup close to his chest as he watched a goddess step up behind Megna. "Áine." He whispered, he couldn't help it. He knew who it was, he could feel it down to his bones that ached in her presence. Nothing about her felt kind or loving. He was honestly surprised she wasn't oozing black goo. He wouldn't bow to her though, he refused to show any respect for someone who could act as she did.

"Damhnaic. Don't worry, I don't want your alphas. I'll get you a puppy though Meg, would you like that?" The woman purred, kissing the human's cheek. She was- Dom supposed- objectively pretty, but not to him. He knew what that threat meant, she wanted their omegas but he'd fight to the death to protect them. Her dark eyes snapped to him, her lips curling in a smirk as she looked him up and down. He could see her entire form through the slip dress she wore but that was normal for his home. If he didn't know how disgusting they both were he might find them attractive but as it was… "You're sickened by us? You just thought that you would die for me, that doesn't sound like you're disgusted."

"I thought I would die to protect me kids from you! Do not mistake me mind when you steal fhoughts from it." The siren was surprised at himself but since his husband seemed to be frozen someone had to deal with them. "I'm sure someone else can bear ya children Áine, even Megna! Can't you jus' leave us alone? We won't come for you."

She laughed at that, a full throated deep sound that danced on his skin and gave him goosebumps. His heart leapt into his throat and choked him. "I don't think so sweet boy, she's human. Besides, you were made for me." Before he could take a breath she had vanished and appeared again in front of them, her hand outstretched to pet his cheek. "I don't like when my toys leave. Besides, she's already starting to bore me but I told her I'd get her revenge."

"Oh? And 'ow ya gonna do tha'? Kill us?" He spat, he swore he could feel his skin vibrating with her so close. His stomach was in knots and he felt nauseous. Even her scent smelled wicked. She should have smelled like fresh spring but instead she held the sickly sweet stench of decay. No wonder their land back home was dying, their goddess was turning bad.

"Of course not. She wanted you broken and Kol'son alone. I want you making me more omegas." She hummed, tilting her head as she glanced down at his belly before she finally looked to his husband. "I can do that so easily. Hello Kol, did you miss me boy?" She shifted her attention to him, her claws petting his cheek.

Kol'son bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wanted to shift and grab his family and run but he was frozen to the spot. He could feel his lover's confusion and he hated it. In his mind he was begging the universe she didn't say what he knew she was about to. They didn't hide anything from each other, he'd told his wife about his conquests but… there was no way he could fathom that. He knew it would break his queen's heart. "No."

"It's not nice to lie to your first love. Does your pretty little omega know I taught you everything you know about pleasing a woman?" The Viking growled, she was exaggerating but it didn't matter. As a boy she had taken his innocence and they'd shared an intense night together. He'd always thought about her but how could he know? How could he fucking have predicted this?

Dom felt dizzy, his head was swimming with thoughts he couldn't quell. This goddess had touched his lover before- before- oh gods had she seen his future? Did she know? His skin felt soaked in sweat and before he could stop himself he was stepping back and dropping to his knees to be sick. It wasn't that they'd slept together though, he wasn't that easily jealous or so simple to break. No, it was the fact he knew his poor husband had been so young and she was magic. Gods how long had she been torturing them both? And where were his parents?

"Meg sweetheart, take me somewhere to rest while we wait for the rest of our party? They'll arrive by boat soon. Kol, you should visit our bed later. If you think we had fun when you were young…" She winked, cupping his jaw with her claws and holding him still as shs forced a kiss against his lips. "You taste like bitch. My bitch. Yummy. How sad you've already ruined him. Now be a good puppy and welcome your in-laws. Remember, we're a visiting kingdom and you must be diplomatic." She purred, slapping his cheek but he kept from moving his head. He might not be able to speak against her yet but he wouldn't cower to her either.

Dom felt tears well his eyes as he heard the women disappear. His son was licking his cheeks and trying to soothe him but he felt mad with grief. The moment they were free the Viking dropped to kneel and tried to comfort his mate but he was scared to touch him. Maybe she had broken something between them. "I'm so sorry-" The siren choked out between sobs, throwing himself against the man's chest. "She 'urt you for me." He sniffled while the god just stared at him wide eyed. He'd been prepared to grovel for forgiveness. He'd remembered her mostly fondly all these years and he remembered telling Dom what an experience it had been. The first woman he'd bedded, the only pussy he'd been inside when not bleeding before his wife. He was so ready to say he was sorry but he didn't know how to handle the boy blaming himself. All he could do was shake his head and try to comfort his love and their son. Fuck he just wanted to get them home safely.

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Eep! A little angst and plot to spice up the story. Our boys are strong though! They can handle it. Just in case you were wondering, yes I'm picturing Halsey for Áine. I hope you're still enjoying the story! 🖤☠️

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[magmahearts]

TIMING: recent PARTIES: @disinfernus & @magmahearts LOCATION: elysium hotel & casino SUMMARY: cass decides she works at the casino now. dīs has some objections. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Casinos were cool. Forget the flowers and the records and the dusty museum stuff — this was the best job Cass had picked up by far. There were bright lights and loud noises, people with cool chips that they all seemed really into. And all Cass had to do was hand people cards? Score. In all honesty, the job was, like, super easy. It was why she’d gotten annoyed at the big guy in the suit who kept coming over to look over her shoulder, eyes narrowed like he didn’t like how she was doing things. It was her job, she was pretty sure she knew how to do it.

So… She’d sent him home. After he’d dropped his pen and she’d picked it up for him, earning a thank you, of course. He’d repaid the thanks by taking the rest of the day off, and it was going great. Cass was pretty sure she was doing an awesome job, because everyone who’d come over to her table had won. There was a line to sit where she was dealing now! It must have been going well.

Except… The guy walking towards her, the big boss who she thought might own the casino, didn’t look, like, excited. They looked a little annoyed, actually. What was that about?

—

Dīs knew Tom. Dīs knew Tom very well, even if he did have quite a boring name. They knew his exemplary work ethic and how it would be quite unlike him to take a break in the middle of the shift, especially when it wasn’t even break time. Now, Dīs would have given the middle aged man the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was feeling ill in some way or received devastating news? But after having caught who took his place, well — they couldn’t say they knew who that was exactly. They knew every face that bore a name badge and she was not one of them.

The towering figure made a beeline for that particular table; if they hadn’t noticed the strange woman seated at the dealer’s chair they would have noticed the commotion. There seemed to be a bit too much excitement coming off of them, which both confused and irritated Dīs. As they neared though, with lips parted and ready to chastise and question, a familiarity rolled over them like an ocean wave. Tom’s sudden disappearance from the table made a lot of sense now.

Fae could recognize other fae, but how would she react to them throwing a monkey wrench into their little bout of… fun? “What do you think you are doing?”

—

Oh. As the angry-looking big boss came closer, Cass felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach that came with being in the presence of another fae. There was something else familiar about them, too, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it might be. Perhaps they’d met before, when the other fae’s glamour had been down? She was sure she would have remembered their face if they’d met when they were wearing it. She was good with faces.

She leaned back in her seat, blinking up at the other fae. “Uh…” What had the pen guy called it again? Oh, right. “I’m dealing cards! It’s, like, really easy. You just have to hand them to people.” Some of the people at the other tables were doing tricks with theirs, making them dance from hand to hand, but Cass had no patience for that. Just hand them out, and that was that. What was the point in making them dance, anyway? It just felt stupid. “If you want to give me a raise, I’m totally here for it. I could use extra money.”

—

Either she was playing stupid or she really was that oblivious. In the long run, it didn’t really matter considering the ruckus she caused, but maybe they needed to give her the benefit of the doubt. At least, for now. There was the question of, what if she was new to human things, but the inkling of familiarity said otherwise. Then again, they weren’t exactly the picture of a social butterfly — they had a tendency to stick to the caves, to the darkness. Her naivety would make sense, then, had they met under the cloak of lived ignorance. 

Regardless of any of that, Dīs was curious and they couldn’t very well have her mucking about on the game floor. “Hmph. Perhaps,” they started, choosing to change their tone with the hope of luring her away from the table. Their frustrated expression softened, just slightly — a complete switch would be too much, too noticeable. “You have made these people… happy, I suppose.” The words were difficult to get out, as they wanted nothing more than to remove the problem immediately. They made a show of taking a deep breath, as if to ‘calm their anger’. “Fine. Come on, then. We’ll… talk about that raise. And you need a break, anyway.”

—

There was something so familiar about them, wasn’t there? It felt as if she’d met them before, but she didn’t recognize them. Without the glamour, maybe? There were so few fae she’d met in town with their glamour down, but it was a possibility. She wondered if they recognized her. Cass tended to keep her glamour up unless she either had to take it down or someone she trusted asked for her to. She liked looking human far more than she liked looking fae, liked to pretend she was one. That was what all this was about, too. It was fun. So much more fun than her very brief stint at the museum had been.

She grinned, preening under the praise. Other fae made her uneasy, but only because she worried they wouldn’t approve of her, and this one was. They were telling her she’d made people happy, they were asking her to talk to them about a raise. Cass was killing this whole employment thing, honestly. She flashed a smile to the people at her table, the ones waiting in line behind it. “Gotta go,” she said, offering the crowd a mock salute. There was a grumble of displeasure that made her feel warm. They wanted her to stay. Wasn’t that amazing? Pushing out from behind the table, she approached the big boss with a spring in her step. “All right,” she said, “lead the way!”

—

Her joy was palpable — they almost felt bad about potentially ruining it. But maybe it didn’t have to be ruined? If the cards were right and there was something of use there, then maybe they wouldn’t have to run her off. That was a big what if and not all fae liked to play nicely, or even cooperate at all, and given their experience, they didn’t have a lot of positive outcomes with their kin. Not even their own flesh and blood made nice, why would a stranger?

There were a few disappointed looks thrown in Dīs’ direction, the destroyer of their winning streak, but they could care less. Order would be wrought soon enough, whether they all liked it or not. Ignoring them all, they focused on leading the overtly excited fae away from the mass of people. Is that what they got for employing humans? They couldn’t ping whenever something inhuman waltzed through the door and they couldn’t exactly defend themselves very well, either. The only good they gave was their innate ability to walk into, what they would consider, obvious traps.

Oh well, the damage had been done, now it was time for some cleanup. The walk to Dīs’ office was fairly short in relation to the game floor. Despite their reluctance to deal with matters personally, they did prefer it and wanted to make sure they were close enough so issues didn’t sit for too long. The office door was closed softly behind them; they didn’t want to come across as too angry. “You may sit, if you’d like,” they started, keen to find some semblance of a reason as to why she was there in the first place before absolutely losing their cool. They could feel it just under the surface, the itch to question and push right out of the gate just bubbling and swirling with irritation.

They found their usual spot in front of their desk with their lanky frame pressed against it. They looked a bit too casual for the anger that nestled under their skin. “I know…” they breathed out, trying to steady themself, “... that you do not work here. So,” they shrugged and offered a smile, though it didn’t seem entirely too pleasant in the moment. “What are you doing here?”

—

The less the casino owner spoke, the more unease Cass felt. That flutter in her stomach that marked them as fae came with no small amount of anxiety, rejection feeling more and more inevitable with each step as she followed them back to what must have been their office. It was nice; she let herself look around for a moment, even if she didn’t let herself do so with her usual thief’s gaze. No focusing on how expensive those bookends probably were, no thinking about whether or not there was a safe behind that painting. She wasn’t here to steal anything. She wanted to be liked so much more than she wanted to be comfortable.

She took a seat in one of the big, comfortable chairs, folding her hands in her lap and keeping the smile firm on her face. Fake it till you make it was something she’d become good at, over the years. It wasn’t a verbal lie like the ones that made her stomach turn; it was so much more vague, so much easier for a fae’s tongue to swallow. She could pretend to be useful long enough for them to think it was true. She knew how to do that.

“But I do work here. The guy out on the floor said I could.” After she’d twisted him into a bind, sure, but what did that matter? She’d gotten the job more ‘fair and square’ than those rich guys who had their parents hire them on. “I’m just here to work. A casino seems like a fun place to work, and I like to have fun. And I’m good at it. Didn’t you see how happy everyone was?”

—

At this point, Dīs didn’t bother with trying to hide their exasperated expression, not when she was giving them pushback. There was a sliver of admiration for her being able to get in how she did, but again, the humans were generally too stupid to pass up on a ‘thank you’ or to freely give their name. The admiration would have continued if she hadn’t doubled down. It also wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world if it hadn’t been their establishment, their temporary home.

“He doesn’t have that kind of power here, regardless. He does not make hiring decisions — I do.” They pressed their lips together in a scowl. “I saw that, yes, but that’s not really the point of this casino. Or rather, any casino for that matter. They’re allowed to win every now and then, but not like that.” Dīs uttered out a sigh. She had to be young, either that or inexperienced — or, it was all a ruse. There were too many what ifs, too many variables that they didn’t like, that they couldn’t control.

But they could always use the help. “The point is to make them happy enough that they keep coming back, not to make them stupid rich.”

—

Just like that, the other shoe dropped. The fae scowled, looked angry, and Cass knew that she’d messed things up. She’d said the wrong thing, taken some misstep. She wished she were better at recognizing that she was making a mistake before she made it, wished she were capable of not upsetting people when it wasn’t her intention to do so.

“Well, he did. That’s not — It isn’t my fault that he did that.” Carefully chosen words to avoid the lie, because technically, he never would have done it if she hadn’t trapped him into it. Selfish choices made by a selfish person, and now this other fae was angry. Cass shifted in her seat. “But why? If they win, they’ll keep playing. If they lose, they’ll quit. Shouldn’t you be trying to make them stick around for as long as possible?” That was always her goal, in any situation — to make people stay. Money seemed far less important than all that.

—

“It’s not?” They asked, absolutely incredulous and disbelieving. “I know he’s not the most useful tool in my arsenal and he can be an idiot at times, but please don’t lie to me.” There was a taste of weariness in their tone, as if they would rather be anywhere else than having this conversation. And truthfully, they did want to be anywhere else. Sure, sating that curiosity was always preferred, but not when it felt like pulling teeth.

“Because then that will be too easy. They may grow bored having satisfied their cravings. If you keep it just out of reach, just enough for a taste, they’ll continue to chase it until they can take it. But you should never let them take it, not completely. That’s how you keep them coming back. Giving them what they want, whenever they want, makes them… overly excitable, expectant even, and then they get dangerous. We don’t want them dangerous, we...” We want them complacent, is what they wanted to say, but they stopped themself short with a press of their lips.

“We don’t want things to get out of hand.”

—

“I’m not lying!” Not directly, at least. There was a difference, Cass had learned, in lying and not telling the full truth. She was good at skirting the line, at avoiding all the negative effects that came with lying as a fae. But the guilt that came with it was there all the same. She didn’t want to lie to the other fae because she wanted them to like her. She had to lie to the other fae because she wanted them to like her. It was a lose-lose scenario, a question without an answer. How do I make myself into someone worth liking became what parts of myself do I have to avoid being in order for people to keep me around. 

She tried to understand what they were saying, but… the thing was, Cass wanted those people playing cards to like her, too. She wanted them to keep grinning and clapping and high-fiving her when they won. She didn’t want them to be upset with her when they lost, just like she didn’t want the fae across from her to be angry that she’d let too many of them win. Another no-win scenario, another unanswerable question. “But they were having fun,” she said, quietly confused. “How can it be bad when they were having fun?”

—

Dīs tapped the fingernails of their left hand against the top of their desk. It was a slow, rhythmic movement that sounded akin to a ticking clock. Not lying, not lying. No, technically not, they supposed. Not unless she was that good at not showing discomfort or pain — they didn’t know anyone like that, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. The lampade pursed their lips, their expression stern as they stared down at the other fae. “But you’re not taking responsibility for your actions, actions that have disrupted my game floor.”

“If you want fun like that, find a faun. I’m sure they’ll have some neverending party to attend to.” It was an honest suggestion, one they genuinely thought the other fae might benefit from — both to satiate her seemingly innate desire for fun and to get her out of their hair. “It’s bad because then they expect to win all the time. That’s part of the game… It’s more fun to lose sometimes, because then it makes winning that much more…” Dīs waved their free hand around, as if trying to draw the words out of thin air “... special. Believe me, their euphoria would have been short lived if they continued on that way.”

“Why do you want them to have fun so badly?”

—

“What was disrupted? It’s not like anyone got mad and went home.” Cass blinked; not feigning innocence, but genuinely not understanding what was wrong with the situation. She didn’t comprehend how a casino made its money, of course. The way she saw it, a casino was something akin to a water park or a fairground. People bought their chips and gambled with them the same way people bought tickets at a fair to spend on games and rides. None of the movies or television shows she’d watched to learn how humanity worked had ever told her anything that differed from this. 

She hummed, thinking of Conor. He certainly wouldn’t be seeing to fun times or neverending parties, would he? “But I like it here. Why do you run a casino if you don’t want people to have fun?” It was a genuine question. Everything about the conversation, at least from her end, was genuine. Cass wanted to understand almost as badly as she wanted to be understood. “None of the ones losing at the other tables looked like they were having fun, though. They all looked kind of pissed off. Isn’t it better for you if they’re not pissed off?”

She studied the casino owner, a little perplexed at the question. “People like to have fun. People like you more when they’re having fun. So why wouldn’t I want them to have fun?”

—

This conversation never should have happened. It never should have come to fruition. They should have just kicked her out to begin with instead of trying to have a conversation because she was fae. That was really the only reason they brought her back to the office — to try and determine what she was doing in the casino in the first place. It seemed they had their answer and on the surface, it seemed absolutely genuine. She did seem like she wanted to have fun. 

Dīs wondered if they could just… disappear. What would she do? Probably create another mess, that would be unwise. “They may not have left, but it was disrupting other tables. Everyone else in that room was trying to think and pay attention to their cards. That’s why the slot machines are separate from the game floor. There’s too much noise.” Counter argument after counter argument to try and reason with this apparently naive fae. Dīs may have literally crawled out of a hole in the ground, but they weren’t this stubborn, were they? 

 Why do you run a casino if you don’t want people to have fun? Because it wasn’t about fun, was what they wanted to tell her. This was just a blip, a hobby, something to take and rebuild everything they had lost. It was something to take up their time, to help their efforts in finding out what happened at the beginning of the year and why. They couldn’t tell her that, though, could they? She seemed too blinded by whatever propelled her towards this excitement, perhaps even a little one track minded but that was all surface level. They didn’t know her.

“Just — the business will lose money if everyone in there wins, alright? And then the business can’t buy any of the nice drinks that those people drink or pay for the laundry or the food that these people consume. There needs to be balance. Without balance, there is nothing. No games, no winning, no fun.” They closed their eyes for just a moment. People like you more when they’re having fun. So why wouldn’t I want them to have fun? Dīs stole a slow inhale this time. There was a ping of familiarity in her query, one that gave the nymph pause.

“Why does it matter if they like you? They don’t care about you. They just want to win.” Despite their irritation, there was a ghost of sadness in their expression, one that didn’t linger. They wouldn’t let it.

—

She still didn’t understand, still didn’t get it. The more they tried to explain, the less sense it seemed to make. If Cass knew the first thing about how a casino operated, maybe she would have been able to nod along, to agree, to understand where they were coming from. But as it was? It felt like they were arguing just to argue, like they just didn’t want to admit that she was right. Frustration began to bubble, and she was quick to shove it down. This wasn’t what she wanted. This wasn’t why she was here.

“Don’t people pay for the drinks and the laundry and the food, too? Can’t you just make the money off that?” How much money did they need here? Cass got by on barely any at all, was fine with it. It was better, she thought, to have less, lest you find yourself turning into one of those billionaires who hoarded treasure like a dragon and refused to do anything good with the riches they’d built for themselves. She didn’t want to be like that, couldn’t imagine anyone else wanting to be like that, either. It was better to be loved. She wanted to be loved.

Which was why their question perplexed her all the more, why the following statements stung. An expression of hurt flickered across her face, and that frustration that she’d tried so hard to push down rose up to the surface. “They like me more than they like you,” she snapped. “People like it when someone cares that they’re having a good time. People — People like me. Because of that, because I do. People like me.” It was a lie, and she knew it. She felt the way it burned in her chest, the way it turned her stomach. She stood, trying to hide the discomfort. “This is stupid. You’re mad that people are having fun? That’s stupid.” 

—

It wasn’t about the money. They liked the way it shone in the light and how old bills felt beneath their fingertips, but there were better and shinier things than money. It was for appearances. It was to keep the ship afloat. But she wasn’t allowed to know that. So she was angry. She didn’t understand why things couldn’t be fun and loose and a party all the time. So she was angry. And she turned it back onto Dīs, for ruining her fun and her little plan to get them all to like her. That’s what they surmised, anyway.

“They —” the nymph sighed through clenched teeth, “—they pay for some of that, not the laundry, but everything else. It’s not enough. Employees, electricity, internet, water, food… You wouldn’t understand. And I don’t think you even want to understand.” It could be said that Dīs didn’t have much of an open mind, instead choosing to live in their own version of the world, their own personal one — but they didn’t like it when someone else dished it out. That may have been a little hypocritical. Did that bother them? Not in the slightest.

They must have struck a nerve, because the young fae grew angry through her confusion and now stood from her previous relaxed, seated position. “I don’t want them to like me! I don’t care ! That’s not the point of all of this!” The room grew darker, as if someone started to lower the dimmer on the wall. Their throat felt tight. A lie. “I’m mad that you’re here. That you’re fucking with my—” They paused with index finger just unfurled and pointed at her, accusing and angry in their body language. This was familiar. Dīs took a step back. This was too familiar.

Their eyes darted over her human-like face, searching quickly, anxiously, as if they could make out what she looked like beneath the glamour. They could have ended it, told her to leave or be removed from the premises, but the knot in the pit of their stomach refused to keep the question off of their tongue.

“We’ve met before… Haven’t we?”

—

They were right — she didn’t want to understand. Cass, for all her obsession with what people thought of her, wasn’t often the best at seeing points of view outside her own. She was good at uncovering what would make people like her, was good at figuring out what they wanted her to be and becoming it, but beyond that? People perplexed her more often than not. Fae doubly so. She couldn’t look at the one in front of her now and puzzle out what they wanted her to be, couldn’t satisfy them without dissatisfying everyone on the casino floor below. It was give and take, it was choose your battles. Cass was bad at that. She didn’t want to be liked by most people — she needed to be liked by everyone. Her self worth was so tied into how others thought of her that she had no idea how to like herself if even one person didn’t. It was an impossible thing to strive for. She didn’t know how to abandon it.

“So just charge them more for that stuff. I don’t — Why does it matter? Why does any of it matter? They come here to have fun, and they were having fun. How can that be the wrong thing?” She was frustrated, unraveling. Someone was upset with her, and she was bad at dealing with that, bad at accepting it. 

She understood less and less as they went on. How could anyone not care whether or not people liked them? The very concept was unfathomable to Cass, who cared so much that it filled her with such an unquenchable ache. If a tree fell in the forest and there was no one there to hear it, it didn’t make a sound. If no one was looking at her, she didn’t exist. “Why? Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything. I was helping.” There was a desperation to her tone, a plea, almost. She didn’t want to understand, but she didn’t want to be disliked for that lack of understanding.

Their question caught her off guard. She’d been so distracted by the feeling of eruption building in her chest that she hadn’t noticed the dimming lights or the growing darkness. She searched their face, trying to pinpoint the familiarity she’d felt from the moment they’d approached her, but it was hard to do. Fae, with their glamours raised, were so hard to recognize by their true forms. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “I don’t know if we have. What do you really look like?”

—

She didn’t understand. How would she? How could she? She didn’t know them and they didn’t need her to. They didn’t want her to. Not when she was acting like this. They reminded her too much of their siblings, of their brothers and sisters who picked and prodded and argued over every little thing. But that was because they thought that Dīs was too different, too strange to be able to dodge their disgust. They had an oread father, but that shouldn’t have mattered. They were still a lampade. But it did — it mattered to the rest of them. And then they had the nerve to question why they spent their time alone or why they collected the garbage that they did.

Dīs had to take a slow, deep breath to steady themself. She was not their family. She was not responsible for their trauma — but she walked into their space as if it were okay, without invitation, without even a word to them. They didn’t like that. They had to deal with that too much and yet it still followed them.

“It matters because it’s mine.” They wanted to pull their antlers out. “Because I don’t have anyt–” Their voice cut short, their mouth incapable of moving any further with their feelings. They couldn’t. They wouldn’t. That pent up energy balled into their hands, curling their fingers into fists and flexing them to anxiously release it. This was not on their agenda today. Nor was revealing any part of their true self, but it was the only way to get a definitive answer to their gut familiarity. Her question gave them pause despite them being the one to initiate the new thread of curiosity; it at least helped to dissuade a potential explosion.

Without a word, they lifted a darkening hand until it drew in light, absorbing it, leaving nothing but the absence of it. An eternal shadow, shaped into a forearm and hand, smaller than their true size, but that was what they looked like, more or less. “And what are you?”

—

There was something there. She could see it. In their anger, in the things they said, but more importantly, in the things they didn’t. They cut themself off mid-sentence, and Cass felt her brow furrow, felt the question forming on her forehead. I don’t have anything, it seemed they were going to say. Was there more that would have come after? They had this, this building filled with people who kept coming back. For Cass, it seemed a magical thing; all she had ever wanted, really, was a place where people were and would return to. Shouldn’t that make someone happy? How could anyone be upset when they had people all around them? It seemed an impossible thing to someone like Cass, who had only ever wanted to be something other than alone. 

She watched as the person in front of her lifted a hand, watched the light disappear around the limb. And she thought back to months ago, in the cave. She thought of the giant, massive fae, the one who made her feel small in more ways than one when they intruded on her territory, when they made her feel like something that was hers — the only thing that was hers — shouldn’t have been. Was this the same fae now? They felt so familiar that it seemed likely.

She held up a hand all her own, let her glamour fall. Skin gave way to stone, with magma bubbling beneath it. “You were in the cave,” she commented. “A little while ago. Weren’t you?” 

—

Now it made sense. Why she was so adamant about everyone having a good time, wanting them all to stay — she was that lone oread they had met before, the one they accused of encroaching on their space. And here she was doing it again. 

Dīs felt their chest grow tight. Why them? Did that cretin at the beginning of the year actually curse them? Was this some sort of comeuppance created by the abnormality? Or was she really just as alone as she seemed to be? It was difficult for them to believe in the words of other fae, even if they all were made to speak the truth, there was always some sort of trickery about. She seemed earnest, desperate even, and there was a small yearn to connect despite their growing gnaw of distrust and the innate desire to protect their property. 

Was she lonely like them?

They dropped their hand, letting the glamour flow back over them defensively. There was no use in playing coy, not when they both knew at this point. “I was - yes. What- why did you come here? Are you following me?” There was a bristle in their words, a wary tone, but their questions were largely curious. “Why here?” Though she stood by her words and her will obstinately and with great resolution, why did she choose the casino to mess about? Was she targeting them? Was this just a sense of familiarity? Part of them wanted to converse, at least, amicably. 

Part of them wanted to throw her out.

—

They seemed… unsteady, all of the sudden. Like the ground beneath their feet was wrong. Cass used to think she’d never be able to relate to something like that, because the ground was solid. The Earth was the only thing that had ever been reliable, the only thing she’d been able to count on all her life. But that had changed so starkly when Rhett sunk that knife into her shoulder, when his grip broke her arm and bruised her throat. The ground was solid but sometimes, the person standing on it wasn’t. Sometimes she wasn’t. And, maybe… Maybe sometimes they weren’t, either. 

Their hand dropped, the glamour coming back. She let her own glamour come back up in response, let tan skin replace the stony surface. “I didn’t follow you. I didn’t even know you worked here, I just –” Why had she come here? What was she after? Most of the time, even Cass herself had no idea. She wanted to fill the empty parts of her, but she had nothing that fit into the hollow spaces. Nothing was right, nothing was the way it should have been. She didn’t know how to fix it.

“It looked like fun,” she settled on, unsure if it was a lie or not. Her stomach churned like it was one, but what did her stomach know? “It looked like people were having fun, and I — I wanted that. I wanted to be here, where — where everyone else was. I wanted to be —” Wanted. That was what it all came down to, in the end, wasn’t it? She wanted to be desirable and, for a moment, she had been. 

But not now. Not here, in this office. Not with this other nymph looking at her the same way the ones back in Hawai’i always had — like she was a problem no one knew how to solve. She shrunk in on herself a little, looking away. “I’ll leave,” she said, “and I won’t come back again. I’m sorry I messed everything up.” Wasn’t that what she’d always done?

—

Certain memories clung to the mind like ink to cloth, staining it. Feelings from those memories also had a tendency to linger and arise at the most inconvenient of times. Dīs wanted to continue to be angry with her, but the turn in conversation and her astounding dejection struck a familiar, and painful, nerve in them. It was like staring back into a mirror, except she stood where they had once, where they still sort of still felt rooted in.

And this time, they were the one doing the shunning. Not their family. Them. Is this what they wanted? To keep themself in the isolation they were put into? 

Fae were capricious, at best - and devastating at their worst - but after their forced ejection from the comforting and constant darkness that they called home, Dīs found some comfort in the other nymphs that made Wicked’s Rest their home. Perhaps Cass deserved a chance, even if her encroaching on something that was still so raw to them set their frustration ablaze.

This was probably a bad idea. Dīs inhaled deeply and shut their eyes tightly for a brief second, as if they were still trying to talk himself out of what they were about to say. “You didn’t mess… everything… up,” they returned stiffly; that was the closest to a compliment she was going to get from them. At least right then. The lampade paused.

“If,” they lifted an index finger; they were not relaxed at all, “you can suppress your need to lure my employees into geas,” they exhaled, but continued, “I might… be able… to find you another table to have… fun at. Something that is not so high stakes so we don’t run into any problems.”

Dīs pressed their lips together. “If you really want to stay, that is. You can leave otherwise.”

—

Comfort wasn’t a thing she expected. Even now, with all the friends she’d made in this town and the family she’d built for herself, it was rarely something she believed she’d received. After all, she’d spent the first nineteen years of her life existing in a way that was only ever transactional. No one was good unless they wanted something from you; no one helped you unless they needed you to help them back. Cass still found herself thinking that way sometimes, still found herself wondering what Metzli would ask of her, or Ariadne, or anyone. Because surely no one could like her for her, could they? Surely no one could see her as she was and think her worth having, even for a moment. 

But the nymph offered her comfort anyway. They told her she hadn’t messed everything up, even if it wasn’t really true. She’d caused problems in their place of business, and they didn’t owe her anything but they were giving her something anyway. That wasn’t the way the world worked. Didn’t they know? That wasn’t how life had been before.

Except… that was how life was now, wasn’t it? Metzli, Ariadne, Milo, Wynne, Van, Nora — her friends all loved her for free. Without expectation, without cost. And this nymph was offering her something, too, not because she’d earned it but because they wanted to. Cass felt a grin spreading across her features, her eyes getting big with her excitement.

“Really? Do—” She cut herself off, mouth snapping shut. Do you promise, she’d almost asked, just as instinct. She smiled apologetically. “Sorry,” she said. “I can do that. I can — Can not bind anyone. And I’ll be good at it! I know I will be. I won’t cause any problems, I won’t. I want to stay. I’d really like to stay.”

—

Yes, this was definitely going to be a bad idea, but it was a chance they were willing to take. Maybe if they made nice there could be a better arrangement regarding their… living situation. Something that benefited them more. 

For now, though, they needed to navigate whatever this was, so they pressed their palms into their hips as they listened to her excitement bubble with hope and promise, a trust thrown into the darkness like a silver fishing line, keen to catch even the smallest of fish. They’d already made themself known, in the deep, so there was really no other option but to take it and hope they could drag her below instead of being pulled to shore to be gutted.

Again.

“Alright,” they answered her plea and, with a single movement, plucked a dark folder off of their desk. There were a few open positions within; some already had interviews lined up and others had been empty for far too long. A single sheet was procured and handed over to Cass. Roulette was a fun game and the table had its own corner, opposite the bar. The majority of people that tended to frequent it weren’t hotel guests and they only showed up for a day or two. Hardly worth the trouble. They didn’t think it would be much of an issue, but maybe they had too much hope there would be no speed bumps.

“You can start today since you seem to have the time. Elizabeth will train you, but the table will be yours once you’re more…. Comfortable with our procedures. The game itself is not too difficult to understand and you will have plenty of people to do with what you will. Bind them, love them, I don’t care — but don’t touch the employees. They are bound enough, as is.”

—

There was a quiet sense of elation overtaking her as she took the paper offered, reading it over. She didn’t know much about roulette, but it looked fun. And it didn’t matter much if it wasn’t, because she’d be in a position where she got to spend her days talking to customers and celebrating with them when they won. That was all she really wanted, anyway. She beamed, shining brightly as she bounced on her heels. 

“Okay,” she nodded, looking like an entirely different person than the desperate girl who’d been begging for a second chance mere moments before. “I’ll be good at it.” It wasn’t a promise, but it was a guarantee. Cass was a quick learner — quicker still when there was someone she wanted to impress. And, in spite of everything, she did want to impress the nymph in front of her now. She wanted them to like her the same way she wanted everyone to like her.

And maybe she wanted to play with people a little, too.

Binding strangers felt good, even when she knew it shouldn’t. And a near-unlimited number of them being handed to her wasn’t something she could pass up. Leaving the employees alone would be easy enough so long as the customers were hers to enjoy. “You got it, boss.” She forced a serious expression and a salute, though it didn’t last long before she was letting out a squeal of delight. Unable to stop herself, she launched across the table to give the other nymph a quick hug. “I’m going to go find Elizabeth and get started right now! I won’t let you down!”

#disinfernus #dis: rock paper scissors bet #wickedswriting

[f10werfae]

How many kids will older woman reader and tom Holland have?

3, 2 boys and 1 girl. The girl is their little princess and the baby of the family, whilst also being a complete momma’s girl so Tom has to literally fight for her attention. “C’mon love, don’t you want to cuddle dads for once?” Ton whined seeing his baby cling to her mommy while watching Moana on the T.V, her curls covering her forehead as she sucked on her pacifier adorably. She was the spitting image of Tom and no one could deny she was his kid, along with their two sons who were still small enough that they were in bassinets at the side of the room. “D-da” She eventually smiled letting her dummy fall out of her mouth, making grabby hands for her daddy as he chuckled victoriously. Y/n secretly sighing in relief as she was finally free to check on her boys to see if they were hungry.

Her tiny head sat on Tom’s shoulder as he patted her back gently

#tom holland x older!reader #faes tom thoughts #faesthoughts

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

NSFW Warning: This contains people mentioning having sex. They do not have sex in this, but it is mentioned that they did. Honestly not sure how required this warning is in this case but I’m not taking any chances.

Bastion: *brooding after having sex with Ida for the first time*

Ida: *tired but staying awake to address whatever angsty nonsense this is* “Hey you, that’s a very thinky frown”

Bastion: “Ida, what are we?”

Ida: *hums* “Good question, well I’m squatting in your freaky death house and you’re trying to eat me sooo Tom and Jerry?”

Bastion: “I only meant that we just had sex”

Ida: *drily* “So did Tom and Jerry.”

Bastion: *fretting* “I really like you.” Ida: “Yep, that’s been made very clear.”

Bastion: “But I want to eat you”

Ida: “Also, been made pretty clear.”

Bastion: “And I would like to do this with you again”

Ida: “Me too actually.”

Bastion: *crescendo of fretting* “But Ida, if I caught you, I would still devour you, in fact I feel hungrier for you now than I did before.”

Ida: “Mn, creepy, but I’ll allow it”

Bastion: *finally notices that Ida is being smart with him* “Ida I get the distinct impression that you aren’t taking this conversation particularly seriously”

Ida: “Bastion, we just fucked.”

Bastion: “Language.”

Ida: *sticks tongue out* “I am tired and the post coitus fuzzies aren’t going to make my input on this any sounder but: I’ve never actually felt safe, at any point in my life, not really, so if you’re worried I’ve misread the danger you pose, then you’re wrong, I don’t trust you to not be a predator Bastion, but…*intertwines her hand with his* I am trusting you with this.”

Bastion: “This” *spoken reverently* “I want this so badly Ida, but what if tomorrow is the day I catch you?”

Ida: *reaches out with other hand and boops his nose* “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself spider boy, but, on the off chance you get very very lucky, I’m not going to hold your true nature against you.”

Bastion: “Could you perhaps promise that? I know humans are not as bound by these things as Fae, but it would comfort me to hear you promise.”

Ida: *rolls eyes* “Bastion, I promise not to hold you trying to eat me or succeeding at eating me against you just because we’ve had sex”

Bastion: “It’s silly I know, I want to devour you, but I do not want to betray you or hurt you. I thought to keep how I felt a secret from you. When I realised I loved you, I was ashamed of myself, I have always been greedy, hunger has ever been my nature, but to want your heart and affection, even though I could never resist devouring you, it seemed a degree of selfishness outrageous even to me”

Ida: “Well, I won’t say it’s not greedy, but I will say I don’t really mind” *yawns*

Bastion: “Ida?”

Ida: *sleepily* “Yes Bastion?”

Bastion: “If I catch you can I still kiss you? Can I hold you gently before I eat you? Can I address you warmly even when you are digesting inside me?

Ida: “Sure Bastion” *yawns* “I don’t see mnn why not…” *falls asleep*

Bastion: “…” *holds her tightly*

#Not sure if canon I just wanted to do the dialogue equivalent of that one couple meme. #monster/human #spider fae #my ocs #Discussed fatal vore #Pred who can’t not want to eat Prey struggling with the fact they love Prey #Ida really exposing her internet history with that Tom and Jerry joke. #pred/prey relationship #they had sex and Bastion frets about it #I can’t write sex yet so this really probably isn’t canon. More like just me playing around with the characters. #Does it count as monster fucking if it’s the human avatar? #vore talk #in the sense that they are talking about it #I am not talking about it I’m just writing their dialogue. #I think I’ve used the tag this way before. #What Was Said: Can I still treat you romantically even if I eat you? #What Was Meant: Am I truly allowed to love you even though I am a monster? #What Ida’s Tired Mind Heard: The first one #She’ll figure out the second one later. When she isn’t sleepy. #Monster/Human Romance #Discussed Romantic Vore #The issue for Bastion isn’t really that they had sex #It’s that sex is a sign of closeness and affection and Bastion is incapable of not wanting to eat her. #Essentially he’s worried he’s leading her on or setting her up to feel betrayed. #As paradoxical as it might seem he both wants to devour her and does not want to hurt her.

[mymovingfingerwrites]

hi hi so im housesitting for the next week-ish and have nothing to do except a single driving test (wish me luck lol) next week. and i thought of an amazing story idea (besides the one i just sent an ask about) where its a FAIRY AU.

i was thinking like who would be the better option for the human, and i think Tom is the better of the two; he didn't grow up in a magic world in canon. in this AU he'd be a human who met a magical fae person.

i wanna write this and im definitely thinking about it. I've just never published any of my stories before. (also don't mind my grammar or spelling whenever I'm on this site. I'm not trying to write well, just trying to get my message across. when i actually write a story I pay more attention to these details lmao.)

i think if i were to write this itd be a one-shot. but anyway, thoughts? concerns? prayers?

I love it!! I say go for it for sure. If nothing else I will read it and thoroughly enjoy it :)

I think the idea of Tom as the human is interesting because I feel like I always envision Percy as being very intoxicated by Tom, very swayed and manipulated, like Tom exudes a sort of power over him. At the beginning, I justified it by the strength of Tom's magic, and what that might feel like to Percy, and why it might interest him despite everything else he knows about Tom. Then, of course. It escalated.

I like the idea of Tom as the human because he would be as strange to Percy as Percy would be as a fae to him. I like the idea of Percy having what seems like a power imbalance over him (like a human may...have over a diary...) yet perhaps being utterly taken by surprise by Tom and fascinated by him, by his mundane human concerns, by his larger than life ambitions. Idk. A domestic peaceful (bored? Unfulfilled? Gullible? What're you thinking?) ancient ageless timeless Percy who finds his life utterly upended by this human.

Thoughts, prayers, enthusiasm, but no concerns!

#a study of resonance #tompercy

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Thank you for that post about To. and I am so sorry about everything. This was so well put together and not throwing around straight insults in each sentence. I see both sides throwing around hate without even explaining their sides of why they're sticking up for him or why they're mad. I was also one of the people giving him a chance to come back and apologize, people say stuff in the moment all the time and I felt like he deserved that chance. But, then he just left.

At first I thought his post was okay, I understand not getting neopronouns, not liking the idea of people showing too much at pride parades, or people under 18 getting surgery. Those are things I could understand but when the n*zi and racism down play happened? I was in shock and upset. Still, I wanted to at least give him a chance to comeback fresh and see if he would apologize... but he left.

If I'm being honest. Both sides weren't handled at all properly and you guys who explain it make it so much better to understand then others just writing it off as hate, telling people to kys, or getting called cis and not trans, which I am, as an insult. Everyone is still upset so I'm letting it go but I will stand by what I said and if that gets me hated just for giving him a chance or not supporting either side than that's okay. Thank you again for your amazing post and I hope you have a wonderful day.

TW: I’ll be detailing some of my experiences subtly and trying not to go into full detail.

Hi there. I don’t know who you are, but thank you for reaching out.

There’s a lot I want to say on Tom’s views, but many people have done that for me with their own time and energy and I appreciate them. I’m going to use this space to come out and say that I use neopronouns now in light of the situation. You’re allowed to use he/him, they, them, and fae/faer/faers when talking about me. I’ve been wanting to use these pronouns since first learning about them back in…idk…2014(?), but….I’m Black and of indigenous heritage, it’s hard enough being nonbinary on top of everything.

I highly suggest taking courses in gender and sociology, it was one of the most informative and open spaces for discussing gender, gender expressions, and touches on intersectionality within the Black community and being Queer during my college years as someone who was told that if I entered those spaces that I’d be molested…despite that happening more in the spaces I shared with cis/straight people .

I will echo what a lot of people have said and what I know from my own personal research as a trans person in an unsupportive family and as someone whose partner’s adopted little brother is going through: Children don’t go through gender affirming surgeries. In some cases, a 16 year old can with expressed consent from a therapist, their parents, and themselves. And honestly? It’s no one’s business. Out side of that, most children are placed on hormone blockers until they’re over 18 and able to take the right hormone replacements to experience puberty properly and develop what they need to before surgeries are viable.

On the topic of pride, in my experience in both small communities and going to San Francisco pride, there are safe spaces for children. Parades usually have an itinerary that parents can look at and guide their children appropriately. I am 100% on the side that human bodies aren’t inherently sexual as a demisexual person. It’s on the parents to PARENT their children appropriately, not complete strangers just trying to exist and feel good about themselves for ONCE instead of being afraid of hatred, death….so much…it’s so fucking much…

That being said….yes, I wanted to give him space. I really wanted to give him a chance to do better, but he’s going to have to do a lot more now before I forgive him or accept an apology and actually move on and want to engage with his content again. I just want people to really sit and conceptualize the situation and just how much people are hurting. And if I have to be that voice, then I will be. Please bare with me. 🙏🏽

Again….no harassment towards anyone. You’re allowed to realize your mistakes and apologize, but there’s work you need to do to make it stick.

Edit: Also, people are allowed to be upset, but there’s a line when you send death threats. I AM, however, in the sentiment that the only good N*zi is a dead one. Half of my family didn’t flee to America for no reason- if they weren’t already fighting against them. Those are harsh words, but it’s my truth seeing the PAIN it’s caused my family first hand. I wouldn’t ever wish that on anyone, but you are NOT in good standing with me if you support any form of N*zism.

#si speaks #lurking for love #carnivorekitty

[rey-jake-therapist]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 (i don't know if you do these sorts of chain-letter things, or if you'd prefer not to, but for my part i do like to know which of their works a given author is especially hype on, so consider this an opportunity to gush!)

Well I've only got 6 fics available online so it's going to be easy to answer that LOL I used to have more, all Reylo fics, but one day I took them all off because 1) they were my first and last experience at writing "AUs" aka at playing dolls with characters I never really shipped in their canon universe (sorry for those who like them but I really don't get the popularity of that ship) 2) they were constantly snubbed so I thought I was a hack who couldn't write. Wrong fandom + imposter syndrome = I woke up one morning and went through a destruction phase. I kept the fics in my docs though. There's one I think I could convert into an original story.... One day 🤣

But back to the subject: I'll start to class them by personal preference rather than by fandom, so sorry if it looks a bit messy... Like the inside of my head haha.

Rise and Shine (The Sandman/Sweetbitter crossover)

I wrote this one as a gift for Tom Sturridge 💜 There was a girl on Twitter who had the wonderful idea of putting together a book containing fan art, fan letters and short fics, with the purpose of giving it to Tom when she'd meet him at the Basinkton Con. So I came up with this one shot, where Jake from Sweetbitter meets Dream of the Endless. Definitely my favorite work.

2. Lost Souls (Sweetbitter)

It's an unfinished project but it's my 2nd favorite fic. I just love this story and even though it's quite clear that I lost my audience lately, probably because I spend too much time on my characters' personal story and not enough on the romaaaaance for most of fanfic readers, I like very much the direction it's taking. I'm actually considering dropping it as a fanfic and turning it into an original novel. Lately I've been sick as hell and unable to write a line, but I thought a lot about this fanfiction thing: I don't get the hang of it. I tried, and tried, but I can't seem to grasp what the average fanfic reader wants. And Lost Souls, well, with a few changes I think I can easily make it an original story. Not to mention that "Jake", yikes.... I really don't like that name. Anyway, I love this fic.

3. Dream a Little Dream of Us (The Sandman)

It's my version of "Johanna Constantine, Nuala the Elf and Hob Gadling walk into a bar..." Except it's happening after Morpheus' death, and they're all dreaming. It's a very sweet fic that I wrote for Sandtober 2023 and I like it very much:

4. It's So Cold (Sherlock, platonic Sherlolly)

I warned you it would be messy, didn't I? 🤣 For this one I put myself in Molly Hooper's shoes and tried to imagine remember how it felt to be in love with a man who doesn't love me.

5. Bitter Sweet Lullaby (The Sandman, Dream x OC)

This short "story" is in fact an excerpt from the Sandman fic I began writing several months ago but that I have reworked so it would stand on its own for Sandtober2023.

It tells a part of Dream's past, where a fae named Eleanora, the princess of Faery, made Dream happy. I'm sorry I can't tell you more about her and what happens to her because it would spoil the fun to come, except that she is post Endless Nights and pre-Vortex but pre-Titiana and pre-Alianora.

In this scene I also include Larri Bea’s lovely song ‘Dream’s lullaby’; as it was written specifically for Dream, it gave me the idea of having it sung to him by the woman he loved :)

#ask answered #writing asks #my fics #my writing #the sandman fanfiction #sweetbitter fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #The sandman #Sweetbitter #Sherlock

[multiversalfandomwriter222]

A Love Too Pure: 1

WARNING: Language

Alora’s POV

“Astoria! If you don’t get your slow arse on this fucking train!” I yell from the platform, the train starting to move. “Can’t you tell your dad to stop the train?” She yells as she juggles her owl, trunk and extra suitcases. I levitate her slow ass on the train and hop on the train last minute.

Astoria glares. “You didn’t have to rush me! I was going to make it!” I side-eye her. “Yeah. We’ll go with that!” “You two are so fucking loud, you know that?” Enzo says walking up the aisle. 

I roll my eyes at Enzo. “Well, I don’t complain when you’re fucking some desperate bitch against the wall on the way to her dorm.” Enzo chuckles. I walk past him to see Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all sitting in a booth. “We thought you both weren’t going to make it, considering how loud Alora was yelling form the platform.”

Astoria scoffs. “They are just being dramatic.” 

TIME SKIP

“Very best evenings to you all.” Dad says and I smile. Even though I always hated having to listen to these things, I always loved seeing him. I haven’t seen him all summer- due to the fact that I was spending the summer in Barbados with Astoria. 

“First off, let me introduce the newest six-year students of the Slytherin house (so this takes place during the half blood prince) at Hogwarts this year.” 

“New?” I whisper over to Pansy. She shrugs.

The doors bust open and everyone turns to see the three boys. One had neat dark curly hair, a prim and proper aura to him, which makes me very uncomfortable. The tallest one had light brown hair, and looked as if he did the one next to the other taller one was shorter, probably a few fucking two feet ahead of me and had more messy brown hair. 

I’d say, me personally, he was the cutest.

“Please welcome Tom and Mattheo Riddle.” The amount of fear and dramatic as fuck gasps fill the room was hilarious. “Riddles?” Pansy gasps. “They’re pretty cute.” Astoria says. “Eww! Astoria!” I squeal. Mattheo looks over at me and smirks and I smile back a little. A connection forming. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Blaise asks. “I think so.” I say.

Mattheo’s POV

NOTE: He doesn’t know Alora’s pronouns yet, because he doesn’t know them yet, so he’s referring to them as her.

As we walk into the hall and whatever, I see her. She’s perfect. A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks. I see her cute faerie ears with cuffs, and dangle earrings. Her curls frame her face, the front parts clipped back with silver serpent hair clips. Her eyes, when she gave a glance toward me were monochromatic- one brown, one amber. She stands out from the crowd of slytherin girls. What are you staring at brother? Tom says into my head. No one of importance at the moment. I reply. 

We weren’t here for learning or making friends or learning how to be a good wizards for the future of the wizarding world. Dad gave us the plan- Earn Dumbledore’s trust then murder the old bastard. It’s all for the greater good Dad says. And I believe him. We sit in front of Malfoy, Enzo, and Theodore. I look over at the girl sitting over by the Greengrass girl. Up close, She had puffy, pouting lips and they looked blossom soft. She’s entrancing.

“Who’s she?” I whisper to Theo. “That’s Alora. They are like one of the hottest people here. Completely out of your league Riddle.” I kick him under the table. “They?” I question. “Sie is gender neutral. All faes are gender neutral.” Enzo says. 

I admire Alora’s beauty as they talk to Greengrass. They look over at me and their eyes glow white and they tilts their head, then quickly turns away. 

Sie’s looked in our heads you fool. Tom says in my head.

Not my fault.

You need to keep your guard up Mattheo. Fae are one of the most powerful creatures in the Wizarding World, far more advanced. You have to keep your guard up and stop oggling them.

Alora’s POV

“Alora, are you okay?” Astoria asks as I wince. “I don’t trust him. I don’t know what it is about him, I just cannot trust him.” I whisper. I turn my attention back to my Father.

“Now, as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight,” He says. “And you have the right to know why.”

“Once there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle’s corridors, slept under it’s roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.”

Everyone starts talking and I see Mattheo and Tom sit up a bit straighter, everyone whispering and looking over at the siblings. 

“Today, of course, he’s known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact.”

I feel a pang of sadness from Dad’s emotions.

“Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle’s walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” Everyone stays silent, looking around. 

“Just something to think about. Now off to bed. Pip-pip.”

“That was cheerful.” I overhear Ron say. Draco looks down sullenly, unusual for him. I stand up and start walking away from the table. 

“Alora, where are you going? The dorms are that way.” Theo says. I smile. “I’m going to the Astronomy Tower for a little while. “I’ll be back.