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tessa-liam · 6 months

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Turning the Page

Against All Odds –5-

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

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Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Against All Odds – 5

Chapter Summary: Liam and Leo arrive in New York City. As Leo represents Cordonia and attends the U. N. conference, Liam, with the assistance of security intelligence, finds and reunites with Riley, uncovering her secret.

Music Inspiration: To Love Somebody, Beyries; More Than Words, Extreme

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#58, prompt #3 - “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Brooklyn Heights, New York City

As the season's first snowflakes fell softly on the ground, Riley sat curled up on her couch, a soft blanket tucked around her legs, her laptop balanced on her knees. William, who had spent the afternoon playing with his toy train and building blocks, was now napping peacefully beside her.

Riley was lost in thought, the events of the past few days weighed heavily on her mind. She had read the news about Madeleine's pregnancy and had read the press statements on the internet. She was more than surprised by the announcement and curious about Liam's reaction to Madeleine’s revelations. Of all the questions she had, what bothered her most was the question of what would happen next. She couldn't imagine the stress Liam was under, but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the marriage was finally over.

Riley was drawn from her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She reached over and picked it up, glancing at the caller ID. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Maxwell. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Maxwell, hello!" she said, trying to sound casual.

"Riley! I am so glad I got a hold of you! Are you doing alright? “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Maxwell's voice was filled with concern. Riley could hear the background noise of the city through the phone, and she could picture him rushing down the busy streets of the Capital, his phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. "Did you see the news? How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, Maxwell. A little shocked, but okay." Riley paused, her mind racing. She wasn't sure how much she should reveal, but she knew that she could trust Maxwell. "To be honest, I've been thinking a lot about Liam and wondering how he's doing. Do you know if he is alright?"

Maxwell hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure, Riley. He was not taking questions after the press conference. When Drake and I tried to get his attention, he was called away by his advisors, but he did smile back at us. I think he'll be okay." He paused again, and Riley could tell that he was carefully choosing his words. "Look, Riley...I don't want to keep secrets from you, and there's something you should know."

Riley's heart started to race. "What is it, Maxwell?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt. Liam is coming to New York, Riley. He's coming to find you."

Riley was speechless. Her mind was reeling, and her heart was pounding. She had so many questions, but all she could manage to say was, "He's coming here?"

"Yes, he's arriving tonight. Look, Riley, I know you're probably not ready to see him yet, and that is completely understandable. But I wanted you to hear it from me and not from someone else. And... I just want you to be prepared."

Riley's head was spinning, and she could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Maxwell...I don't know what to say … are you sure about this?"

“Little blossom, yes,” Maxwell responded, somberly.

"You don't have to say anything, Riley. Just promise me that you'll give him a chance. He needs you now, more than you know.”

***

As the snow continued to fall, Riley sat quietly on the couch, staring out the window, lost in thought. Her heart was conflicted. On the one hand, she knew that Liam’s arrival would bring a torrent of emotions and feelings that she was not yet ready to face. But on the other hand, she could not deny that part of her was excited to see him again.

… and William! Riley’s swallowed hard; her hands trembling, as she felt him stir beside her.

The Four Seasons Hotel, Manhattan

Liam stared out of the floor to ceiling window of the penthouse suite, the lights of the Manhattan skyline spread out before him. He was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He knew that finding Riley was the first step, but he had no idea how she would react to his arrival. He sighed and turned away from the window, walking over to the bar cart.

“Well, Li, how do I look?” Leo asked, walking out of his room, slipping gold cufflinks into his sleeves.

Liam chuckled and lifted a bottle of Macallen and poured the amber liquid into two crystal tumblers. “Very dapper, brother. I’m sure the ladies will love it.”

“Oh, please. Like I need help getting their attention.” Leo flashed a wicked grin, accepting a tumbler of scotch.

“Right. Just make sure you stay focused, Leo. I am counting on you to stand for and represent the crown.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “I know, I know. You have nothing to worry about. I will handle the press and keep them off your back.”

Liam nodded, grateful for his brother’s support. “I appreciate it, Leo. What would I do without you.”

“You would be a royal mess, that’s for sure,” Leo quipped.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Bastien opened the door, allowing for a stream of Liam’s royal guards into the suite.

“Your Majesty, we have a report that the American media has caught wind of your arrival and are converging on the hotel.”

“It’s showtime,” Leo said with a smirk, downing the last of his drink.

Clapping Liam’s shoulder, Leo left with two of the guards to attend the U.N. conference opening ceremonies. Liam had no doubt that his brother would be the center of attention and charm of the press and dignitaries. As Liam finished his scotch, he turned his attention to Bastien.

“Bastien, is the car ready?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, it is waiting downstairs. There is press coverage outside the front entrance; I suggest we exit via the service entrance, Sir.”

“Very well, lead the way.”

The limo ride to Brooklyn was a blur, as Liam’s thoughts were consumed with seeing Riley again. He knew he was taking a significant risk by arriving unannounced, but he could not let another moment go by without reaching out to her.

When the limo finally pulled up in front of her brownstone, he took a shuddered breath as he watched Bastien get out and perform a quick perimeter sweep. Once completed, Bastien returned to open the limo door, and Liam stepped out. As he walked toward the steps and up to her door, the air felt electric, and he could feel his heart racing.

What would she say when she saw him?

Would she even speak to him?

Liam had so many questions, but the only way to find the answers was to take a leap of faith and knock on her door. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hand and rapped on the wooden door. After a few moments, the door opened, and Liam’s heart stopped. There she was, the love of his life, the one who had captured his heart and never let go.

“Riley...”- he managed; his voice choked with emotion.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Their eyes locked, and Liam felt as if the rest of the world had melted away. They stood there, staring at each other, both lost for words. Liam’s mind raced, and his heart pounded. He had imagined this moment so many times, but now that he was standing here in front of her, he was paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

...and, wow, she looked incredible!

Her chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her chocolate brown eyes sparkled with emotion. She was dressed simply; a soft, silver grey sweater and jeans. But there was no mistaking the elegance and grace that radiated from her. Liam’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart ached with longing.

She was his sun and stars, his everything.

He knew he was in for a battle, but for Riley, it would be worth it.

Riley lost her struggle, her eyes welling with tears.

“Liam...” she managed, before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He held her close, inhaling her scent, savoring the feel of her body against his. It felt like a dream, a moment too good to be true.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you, too.” Her voice was a soft murmur, muffled by his shoulder.

Liam felt her trembling, and he pulled away to look into her eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. I’m just...” she trailed off, unsure how to continue.

He smiled tenderly and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “It’s all right. I am not going anywhere.”

His heart was pounding as he looked down into her beautiful eyes, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything for her.

Riley grasped his hand. "Please, please, come in." She turned and pulled him toward the living area and motioned for him to sit on the sofa.

"Would you like something to drink? Wine, scotch, whiskey?" Riley asked.

"Scotch sounds great."

As she busied herself with pouring his drink, Liam took the opportunity to look around her home. It was filled with warmth and love, and it was clear that a family lived there. Toys were neatly gathered beside the fireplace, alongside a bookshelf of children's books.

Riley returned with his scotch and settled onto the couch next to him with bottled water for herself.

“You have a beautiful home, Riley,” Liam commented.

She smiled shyly. “Thank you. It's not quite a palace, but we’re happy here.”

Liam noticed all the pictures, framed and positioned throughout the room. Taking note of the two men and small boy standing beside Riley next to a Christmas tree.

“So, you’ve got a family now. Are you married?”

Riley’s expression grew serious. “No. No, I’m not.”

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Riley noticed the framed picture Liam referenced.

“Remember, Daniel?” Riley paused, breathing deeply.

“Yes, he worked at the bar...”, Liam’s words trailed off.

“That’s right. Daniel, along with his husband, offered me a place to live, here, when I returned from Cordonia. They didn’t want me to be alone in the city.”

Liam noticed that her hands were trembling as she set her water bottle down on the coffee table.

“Liam...” Riley began, her voice trailing off.

“What is it, Riley? Please tell me.” Liam encouraged, as her eyes filled with tears.

“This is really hard for me.” Riley choked out the words.

“Riley?” Liam questioned softly, placing his hand on hers. The worry now etched on his face.

“There is something I need to tell you, Liam,” her voice wavering. Riley closed her eyes, unable to continue looking at him.

“We have a son. His name is William. He is two years old.” Riley blurted out quickly.

Liam was stunned. Rendered speechless. His head was spinning as he looked into her eyes. He swallowed thickly, not sure what to say.

“Liam, say something,” Riley pleaded.

“We have a son,” Liam said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Riley said softly. “I am so, so sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to, but it was never the right time.”

Liam took a deep breath and tried to steady himself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t expect you to be okay with it. But I wanted you to know the truth. It was wrong for me to keep it from you.”

“...but I was scared. So scared of what would happen if I stayed in Cordonia. Of what Madeleine would do. Of what that would do to your reputation.”

Liam sat back on the sofa, his gaze not leaving Riley's face.

"I understand why you would feel like you had to do that, Riley. I'm not mad at you," Liam said, his heart heavy.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, concerned.

"Honestly? Confused, hurt, a little angry," Liam admitted.

"I'm so sorry, Liam," Riley said, her voice breaking.

"Riley, I just need some time to process this."

"I understand," Riley said softly.

"Do you want to meet him? William, I mean," she asked.

"Yes," Liam said, his voice choked with emotion. “Very much."

Riley stood up and walked down the hall. Liam followed her and stopped when they reached a door covered in brightly colored stickers.

Sleeping on his side, wrapped in a blue blanket, William slept hugging his Scooby-doo plushie.

Liam's heart swelled with emotion. He knelt beside his bed; eye-level with the little boy.

“This is your son, Liam. William.”

“My son.” He slowly repeated.

Riley's lip trembled, watching his emotions starting to overtake him. “I'm going to leave you alone with him... if that is OK. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Thank you, Riley."

She squeezed his hand and then quietly left the room.

As Liam looked at the child sleeping before him, a whirlwind of emotions washed over him. Pride, love, regret, sadness, all vied for a place in his heart. But most of all, he felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and responsibility. This boy, his son, was a gift. Liam would do everything in his power to make sure he was safe and loved.

Liam leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead.

"I love you, William," he whispered. "I will always be there for you."

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Liam made a silent vow:

No matter what, he would do right by his son.

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raceweek · 2 years

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Alex Albon: Williams driver says ‘you need to be a fighter to be a driver’

BBC SPORT: Andrew Benson

Alex Albon knows what it's like to think he's at the end of the road.

"You're right on that mental edge of panic and worry," he says. "I sat on that worry for so long that you start to not care. You can't panic forever. You can't worry about it forever.

"And I think: 'Well, l've only got to give it my all. I've only got to put everything on the table.'

His story is one of resilience - of numerous knocks through his life from which he has drawn on remarkable reserves of self-belief to bounce back each time.

On his respiratory failure and being dropped from red bull:

"In terms of setbacks, it's a small one really," he says. "I've had very good doctors around me, who were in Italy, to get me back into a good place. I feel very fortunate."

Two years ago, it looked as though Albon's career was coming to an end before it had really got going.

The decision was tough to take.

"I would be lying if I told you I didn't expect it," Albon says. "I felt like I didn't perform that season. I knew there was a strong chance of it happening.

"I had dreamed of being in F1 since I was four years old, almost completely obsessed with it. You inevitably hit this heartbreak where it is like, almost: 'OK, is this the end? And you've only spent two years in it.'

"It's a brutal business - and how quickly everything came about. It was a true fast-track from Toro Rosso into one of the very top teams in the sport and then out. And it was like: 'Wow, OK. It did hit me hard, as it would anyone."

Albon's voice falters as he talks, and his eyes well up a little.

"I remember the meeting," he says. "I remember everything as clear as day. And I have to say, first, I have a very strong network of people. My family. My friends. And people around me that you see today.

"Very quickly, I was back to work. I was in the simulator very early in January. 'OK, what's my job, how am I going to get back into F1?' And I kind of had a goal and a plan to do that.

"I would say I want F1 more than any other driver. Everyone will say that. But I genuinely believe it. And I knew I had to really do what it takes, in a way that was quite strange because I can't actually prove myself. It was almost like, what can you do without driving the car?"

On 2012:

This was far from the first setback of Albon's career. For many years, he had struggled to keep things on track.

Born to a British father - former racing driver Nigel Albon - and a Thai mother, he'd been a Red Bull-backed driver early in his career, but lost their support after an indifferent season in Formula Renault in 2012, caused by a major personal upheaval.

His mum Kankamol - with whom he is particularly close - was jailed for fraud, leaving a 15-year-old Albon to look after his younger brother and three sisters.

He still doesn't like to talk about it. But in the first series of Netflix's Drive to Survive series, he admitted it was "by far the hardest year l've had in my life", recalling how he "saw her get locked up and taken away".

Albon says now the difficult road "helped" when it came to rebuilding his career. "It's just because l've gone through it," he says.

"I've had it before, personal stuff, as well as I had it in Formula Renault, where I wasn't going to race the year after and we scrambled along and pretty much got a budget together within, like, two weeks of the first race.

On his personality and determination:

In person, Albon is modest and unassuming. It's hard to square such an apparently gentle character with the steel he must have required to get where he has.

"The general public get me wrong," he says. "They think I'm this happy-go-lucky kid constantly, and that I'm not hungry; maybe too nice.

"They will never see the fiery side because they don't have a headset. They don't listen to me when I'm driving. I am naturally quite happy. I do love what I do. It's the reason why I wanted to be in F1 so much. And I felt like I've learnt to enjoy and relax about it. But you definitely need a fiery side if you want to be in F1."

I tell him that what got him to this point seems more like steel than fire, and he says: "It's both. It's the resilience and at the same time it's determination.

"As a driver, you almost need to be a fighter. When you have a helmet on, you're fighting other drivers. And I am fired up. I really am not a nice person when I have my helmet on. Speak to the engineers here and they'll tell you that."

On fighting for his return to the grid:

Albon's answer was to throw himself into work behind the scenes with Red Bull. There were weeks, he says, when he would spend six days out of seven in their simulator.

He prepared a data sheet that proved, he said, his results at Red Bull were better than the general perception and "well in line with the people who I took over from or replaced me".

Albon said they showed the 2020 car "wasn't that easy".

At the Austrian Grand Prix in July 2021, he met Williams chief executive officer Jost Capito and gave him the data as he made a pitch for the drive. The sheet, he told Capito, "showed not just what I can bring but also on a pure performance side, I'm a good driver and you should take me".

Williams knew they would need a replacement for Russell, who was being promoted to Mercedes for 2022. In the background, Russell was making Albon's case to the team.

"He played a part for sure," Albon says of his close friend. "He got my name on the map.

"I've raced against George for a lot of my career and I'm in a very thankful position where he does respect or believe in my ability. He did mention my name a few times to Jost and the board; I joked about it but it is true, almost a bit too much, to the point where they said they wouldn't listen to him!"

Marko and Red Bull team principal Christian Horner also weighed in for Albon. "I know that they both also convinced Jost to take me," he says. "I'm sure - I know - that they also told Jost the job that I was doing.

On his support system and marketing:

Outside the car, Albon has revamped his support structure, taking on a manager, and forming a new relationship with a performance coach.

With them, he says he can "talk about offloading marketing stuff as much as I can".

Williams have turned Albon's distaste for marketing activities into a bit of a running joke on their social media channels. He smiles and agrees, but adds: "It's a genuine thing. There is a lot of noise in F1 and I think I most probably got caught up in it a bit too much in 2020. There was a lot of firing going on and I was trying to avoid all the bullets.

"Red Bull were very good to me and were trying to help me and support me, but having that circle around me has allowed me to really focus on the driving side - the thing that I really like.

"I'm much more of a quy who is comfortable with the engineers than in front of a TV camera and that kind of thing.

"With stuff like Daniel and Oscar, to be able to drive with so much talk going around, it's not an easy thing to do," he says. "I think as a rookie, even in 2020, I wish I could tell myself the stuff I know now. But you can't, so hindsight is a wonderful thing."

On 2022:

His performances have been so good it's almost as if Williams have lost Russell and replaced him with the same driver. Albon's advantage over team-mate Nicholas Latifi is almost identical to the one Russell had.

Albon says his focus right from the start at Williams was getting himself back to being the driver he always believed he could be.

"I had a vision of the areas I wanted to work on from back in 2020," he says. "I was like, 'OK, I want to fix my areas almost first and really understand. I've got to get comfortable with the team and all that kind of thing.'

"That's almost slightly separate to the performance of the car and where it was at. I've got to look at myself and really... I wouldn't even call it shake off the rust, but really focus on my development."

In the end, all this introspection and hard work has paid off.

"I can only say that I feel comfortable," Albon says. "I feel confident in the car. I feel confident with myself in the team and I know for a fact that I'm driving better than I did in 2020.

"If I look at it almost selfishly, independently, I feel like the year has gone as good as I could have hoped for."

He hopes, he says, he has proved a point.

#when i tell you i am on the train chewing BRICKS #I MEAN IT #i could cry he’s SOOOOOO #he’s so much more than the nice guy i want to shove this down everyone’s throats #alex albon #suzuka 2022

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elbertsbabygirl · 7 days

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Title: Shadows of the Heart: A Birthday to Remember

William rex x reader

Fandoms: ikemen villians

Note: I hope you enjoyed this reader fanfiction with us celebrating Williams birthday I am sorry if it's not like a professional writer this is just my first writing a fanfiction series but I promise to do better soon when I am used to it ok 🎉 happy birthday our William🎉

Header and spacers :@natimiles

In the dimly lit chambers of the villain's stronghold, the anticipation of William Rex's birthday hangs in the air like a tangible presence. The clock ticks steadily towards midnight, marking the onset of another year for the enigmatic anti-hero.

**William **: "Another year, another chapter in this endless saga. What surprises does fate have in store for me tonight?"

As the clock strikes twelve, a haunting melody resonates through the corridors, drawing William's attention to a figure silhouetted against the moonlit backdrop.

"Happy birthday, William. I come bearing a gift for the one who walks the path between darkness and light."

A flicker of curiosity dances in William's eyes as he regards you, his unexpected visitor, with a mixture of intrigue and bemusement.

**William *: "Ah, my dear robin, fluttering into the shadows once more. What have you brought for this weary soul?"

Your heart swells at the affectionate nickname, a testament to the bond that has formed between you despite the chaos that surrounds you.

"I thought this might offer a glimmer of solace amidst the shadows that cloak your world."

Hand in hand, William leads you to a secluded alcove beneath the star-strewn sky, where the weight of his burdens seems to lift, if only for a fleeting moment.

**William **: "Here, under the watchful gaze of the stars, we can speak freely, unencumbered by the expectations of the world."

As the night unfolds, William's guarded facade begins to crumble, revealing the vulnerability that lies beneath.

**William :**: "My dear robin, you have a way of peeling back the layers of my defenses, revealing truths I've long kept hidden."

In the quiet hours before dawn, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, you find yourself drawn into William's embrace, the barriers between you melting away like frost in the warmth of the morning sun.

"With you, William, I feel as though I've found a home amidst the chaos. You've shown me that even in the darkest of times, there is light to be found."

**William **: "And with you, my dear robin, I've found a sense of purpose I never thought possible. Together, we can face whatever challenges lie ahead."

As the first light of dawn breaks on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the world, William Rex stands before you, his heart laid bare in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

**William *: "On this day, with you by my side, I feel as though I can conquer the world. My dear robin, you've given me a gift beyond measure."

With a tender smile, he reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent vow of unwavering devotion.

As they stand on the precipice of a new day, William and his beloved robin face the future with courage and determination, knowing that whatever trials may come, they will face them together.

"Happy birthday, William. Here's to many more adventures, and to the love that binds us, stronger than any chains of fate."

**William **: "And to you, my dear robin, my partner in crime and in love. With you by my side, there's nothing we can't overcome."

Hand in hand, they step forward into the dawn, ready to embrace whatever challenges and joys the future may hold, secure in the knowledge that their love will light the way through the darkest of nights.

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neontokyoo · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request prompts 9 and 23 with William? Thank you! <3

Of course! I had so much fun writing this, so I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Paring: William James Moriarty x Gn!reader

Prompts: 9 (getting protective over you) & 23 (they fight for you)

Summary: In an attempt to keep you safe, William invites you to stay with him for a while. However, not everything went according to plan.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): Bad language, violence

It was a quiet evening in London when William James Moriarty arrived at your doorstep, looking rather troubled. You had been dating for a few months now, and though he was always busy with his work as a consulting criminal, you had grown quite close.

"Is everything all right?" you asked as you let him in.

He gave you a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm afraid I may have brought some trouble to your doorstep, my dear."

Your heart sank. You knew that William's line of work was dangerous, but you had never imagined that it could affect you directly.

"What kind of trouble?"

"I have reason to believe that someone is following me," he said, his voice low and serious. "And I fear they may try to harm you to get to me."

You felt a chill run down your spine. "What can we do?"

William took your hand and led you to the couch, where he sat down beside you. "I've already taken some measures to ensure your safety," he said. "But I also want you to stay with me for a while. It would be easier for me to protect you if you were under my roof."

You looked at him, unsure. You had never stayed over at his place before, and the idea of being so close to his criminal operations made you uneasy. But you also knew that he was one of the smartest and most resourceful men you had ever met, and if anyone could keep you safe, it was him.

"All right," you said, nodding. "I'll stay with you."

William's expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss you gently. "Thank you," he murmured. "I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe."

The next few days were tense but quiet. You stayed at William's luxurious mansion, reading and cooking while he worked in his study. He never let you out of his sight for long, always checking in on you to make sure you were all right.

On the third day, however, things took a turn for the worse. You were in the kitchen, making tea, when you heard a commotion outside. You peeked through the window and saw two men in dark suits approaching the house, their faces hidden by black masks.

Panic rose in your throat. You knew that William had enemies, but you had never expected them to come after you like this. You turned to run towards your boyfriend's study, but before you could take a step, the front door burst open and the two men barged in, guns drawn.

You froze, feeling like you were in a nightmare. One of the men grabbed you roughly by the arm, while the other aimed his weapon at William, who had just emerged from his study.

"Well, well, well," said the man holding you. "Look what we've got here. Moriarty's little plaything. You've caused us a lot of trouble, mate."

William stepped forward, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "Let her go," he said calmly. "You want me, not them."

The man sneered. "Oh, we want you all right. But we figured we might as well take them out, too while we're at it."

You felt a surge of fear, but also a flicker of anger. How dare they try to hurt you just to get to William? You were more than just a pawn in his game. William seemed to sense your defiance, and he turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said softly. "I won't let them harm you. I'll protect you, no matter what."

You felt a surge of warmth in your chest at his words. Despite his reputation as a ruthless criminal, William had always been gentle and kind to you. You knew that he truly cared for you and that he was willing to risk everything to keep you safe.

The man holding you snorted. "How sweet. You two can die together, then."

He pulled you closer to him, pressing the barrel of his gun to your temple. You felt your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps. This was it. This was how it would all end.

But then, something incredible happened. William moved faster than you could blink, lunging forward and knocking the gun out of the man's hand. He grabbed the man by the collar and threw him across the room, then turned to face the other attacker.

"Well, dying with them is better than nothing," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You filthy son of a bitch."

The man hesitated for a moment, then raised his gun again. William didn't give him a chance to fire. He charged forward, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it until the gun clattered to the ground. He delivered a swift punch to the man's face, sending him reeling.

You watched in awe as he fought like a man possessed, his movements fluid and deadly. It was clear that he had years of training and experience behind him, and that he knew exactly how to take down his opponents.

In a matter of minutes, both attackers lay unconscious on the ground. William stood over them, his breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You never should have come here," he said, his voice cold. "You've sealed your own fate."

He turned to you, and you saw that his expression had softened once again. He took a step towards you, then pulled you into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I never wanted to put you in danger."

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his warmth and strength. Despite everything that had just happened, you felt safe in his arms.

"It's all right," you said. "You protected me. You fought for me."

William pulled back, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"I'll always fight for you," he said. "No matter what. You're the most important thing in the world to me."

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You had never expected to find such a deep connection with someone like William, but here you were, with him holding you close and promising to keep you safe.

"I love you," you whispered.

William's eyes softened even further, and he leaned in to kiss you gently. "I love you too," he murmured against your lips. "More than anything."

From that moment on, you knew that you and Moriarty were bound together. You had faced danger and violence, but you had come out on the other side, stronger and more connected than ever before.

You had found a man who was willing to fight for you, no matter what the cost. And you knew that you would fight for him too because you loved him with all your heart. Together, you would take on the world, and nothing would stand in your way.

#william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #moriarty anime #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moryarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp #mtp x reader #yuumori #ynm william #william moriarty #ynm #xreader #x reader #fluff

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The Missing Three-Quarter pt 1

We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning some seven or eight years ago...

OK, so obviously my first question - in spite of knowing that time is made up in these stories and attempting to pin them down is an exercise in madness - is what year was this story published. Google provides: 1904. So we're supposedly looking at 1896-7.

Not that that means anything.

“Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quarter missing; indispensable to-morrow. — Overton.”

I mean if you're missing three quarters of your right wing, that does sound like a terrible misfortune, but I am interested in how a bird managed to send a telegram. Perhaps it is the trained cormorant! Or one of the canaries.

Despite being British and my brother having played it at school (and numerous other things about my life which mean I should know), the rules and terminology of rugby are completely beyond me. It is a massive gap in my knowledge that I have no real desire to fill in. I know William Webb Ellis and that there's League and Union, something something scrum, score a try, six nations. There. That's all I know.

But according to the post script in the last email, this is about Rugby, so I must assume that Right Wing three quarter refers to a playing position and that tomorrow there is a rugby game.

For years I had gradually weaned him from that drug mania which had threatened once to check his remarkable career. Now I knew that under ordinary conditions he no longer craved for this artificial stimulus, but I was well aware that the fiend was not dead, but sleeping; and I have known that the sleep was a light one and the waking near when in periods of idleness I have seen the drawn look upon Holmes's ascetic face, and the brooding of his deep-set and inscrutable eyes.

This is honestly a really interesting and serious discussion of drug addiction. We've had a few comments from Watson about it before, but never to this extent, I don't think. And the actual discussion of how he's been slowly getting Sherlock clean over the years. But the acknowledgement that it's always there, waiting. And it's always preying on Watson's mind, too.

Mr. Cyril Overton, of Trinity College, Cambridge

Of course he's from a Cambridge college and worrying about a rugby game. The only way this could be more Oxbridge is if it were the boat race he was worrying about.

Do you think it's an Oxbridge match or an intercollegiate one?

“I've been down to Scotland Yard, Mr. Holmes. I saw Inspector Stanley Hopkins. He advised me to come to you. He said the case, so far as he could see, was more in your line than in that of the regular police.”

Glad to see the police really care about missing people. Although 'university rugby player wandered off' isn't really that unusual in my experience. After a rugby social night you'd trip over them in the weirdest places. After the medical students, they probably had the most intense events.

"Whether it's passing, or tackling, or dribbling, there's no one to touch him..."

Do you dribble in rugby? I genuinely thought that was a football term.

(According to the All Blacks apparently you do... weird. I do not understand this game at all)

"Why, Morton or Johnson, the Oxford fliers, could romp round him."

Ah, it's an Oxbridge match. No wonder he's so put out about it.

“There is Arthur H. Staunton, the rising young forger,” said he, “and there was Henry Staunton, whom I helped to hang, but Godfrey Staunton is a new name to me.”

Just let me look in my book of people. Oh yes, he's not the one I had hanged... nope, don't know him. This is so funny to me.

“I suppose, then, if you have never heard of Godfrey Staunton you don't know Cyril Overton either?”

His utter astonishment at Holmes not knowing about rugby is sweet and also hilarious. Also kind of arrogant, but I was expecting that.

...with many repetitions and obscurities which I may omit from his narrative, he laid his strange story before us.

Thank you, Watson.

"Half an hour later the porter tells me that a rough-looking man with a beard called with a note for Godfrey. [...] Godfrey read it and fell back in a chair as if he had been pole-axed. [...] Then he went downstairs, said a few words to the man who was waiting in the hall, and the two of them went off together. The last that the porter saw of them, they were almost running down the street in the direction of the Strand."

Oooh... long lost relative? But what's in the letter? Does Godfrey have a secret past? Is the bearded man a colonel? Has he trained some birds to do crimes? But if he had trained birds to do crimes, surely he could also train them to deliver messages without needing porters.

Even with Watson editing this down, the tone, pace and wording still convey Cyril's personality perfectly. Excellent character work. Chef's kiss.

“I wired to Lord Mount-James.” “Why to Lord Mount-James?” “Godfrey is an orphan, and Lord Mount-James is his nearest relative—his uncle, I believe.”

Ding-ding, we have some more evidence for long lost relative. Maybe crawling out of the woodwork to get money? If Godfrey is related to a Lord, that would make sense.

"Lord Mount-James is one of the richest men in England.”

Yep, there is definitely going to be at least an indication that money is involved. Although it may turn out to be one of those stories where that is a red herring.

“Yes, he was his heir, and the old boy is nearly eighty—cram full of gout, too. They say he could chalk his billiard-cue with his knuckles. He never allowed Godfrey a shilling in his life, for he is an absolute miser, but it will all come to him right enough.”

They are really building up the money motive. Makes me think it won't be that straightforward.

He was simply what the porter described as a “medium-looking chap”

Watson, king of describing people, faced with an ordinary person. You can feel the exasperation.

“It is a pity he did not write in pencil,” said he, throwing them down again with a shrug of disappointment. “As you have no doubt frequently observed, Watson, the impression usually goes through—a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage. However, I can find no trace here. I rejoice, however, to perceive that he wrote with a broad-pointed quill pen, and I can hardly doubt that we will find some impression upon this blotting-pad."

Proper old school detective work going on. Blotting paper. Does anyone in the world still use blotting paper, I wonder. I spent my childhood reading Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie and wondering what it even was.

"But I dare say it may have come to your notice that if you walk into a post-office and demand to see the counterfoil of another man's message there may be some disinclination on the part of the officials to oblige you. There is so much red tape in these matters! However, I have no doubt that with a little delicacy and finesse the end may be attained."

How dare they protect people's privacy in that way! How dare!

Honestly, I find this kind of reassuring. I may have assumed that there was no security about these things at all in the Victorian era. Weird when you find something that they did better back then. By 'delicacy and finesse' does he mean 'bribery'? So... maybe not any better really.

...we looked up to find a queer little old man, jerking and twitching in the doorway. He was dressed in rusty black, with a very broad brimmed top-hat and a loose white necktie—the whole effect being that of a very rustic parson or of an undertaker's mute. Yet, in spite of his shabby and even absurd appearance, his voice had a sharp crackle, and his manner a quick intensity which commanded attention.

See, Mr Day-porter, this is how you describe a person.

"If he has any expectations it is due to the fact that I have never wasted money, and I do not propose to begin to do so now. As to those papers with which you are making so free, I may tell you that in case there should be anything of any value among them you will be held strictly to account for what you do with them.”

Huge Scrooge McDuck vibes from this guy.

“Heavens, sir, what an idea! I never thought of such villainy! What inhuman rogues there are in the world! But Godfrey is a fine lad—a staunch lad. Nothing would induce him to give his old uncle away."

Dude, hate to say it, but if you were my uncle I would absolutely give you away. In a heartbeat. I would be telling them every piece of information I knew about you so fast they'd have burgled your house before you could blink. Unless they showed me their faces, then I'd use the information as leverage to get away.

But you seem like such a great guy, I'm sure Godfrey wants to protect you with his life.

Totally.

"You must admit that it is curious and suggestive that this incident should occur on the eve of this important match, and should involve the only man whose presence seems essential to the success of the side."

I mean, if he hadn't gone off on his own accord, I'd definitely support the argument 'Oxford kidnapped him'. Makes perfect sense.

OH... Holmes meant people who had bet on the game.

My best bet currently is that he got news (real or false) about someone he cares about and left to try to help them. That would also explain the 'us'.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Missing Three-Quarter #long post

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Andrew!

This is William, one of the Slytherin prefects. We share pretty much all the classes my schedule allows so you probably know me, I'm the only Slytherin ginger.

But I come to you with important questions today. I heard that you are a pretty reliable young man, helping out others. Like those rocks you so lovingly collected for Sebastian. Oh, how the table shook when they landed just now, it mush have been hard, putting the parcels together!

Tell me, what do you know of SSOO? Sebastian Sallow Observation Organisation? You see, their club activities are unsanctioned since the necessary documentation was never submitted to Professor Weasley. So my team and I are trying to figure out how to lure them out, unmask their leaders. After all, spying on a student in the broad daylight? Every day? Every hour? Observing? That's inhumane, I would never do something like that!

*Will is not lying, really. He just has other people do it for him.*

Let me know if you have any information or received any owls from them. And if you are part of this organisation... I suggest you leave before it's too late. You seem too sweet of a boy to be tangled up in something like this. Sebastian is not a pet to observe. Just talk to him, he is a reliable, wonderful, smart, handsome, beautiful person worth knowing.

With appreciation for any information you might provide,

William Abbott ☀️

*As soon as he sees the immaculately looped A in his name, his eyes fly to the bottom of the parchment and widen when he reads The Prefect's name. He's not spoken to William before, but the Slytherin seemed to be everywhere all at once. As Andrew reads the letter, he finds himself nodding in agreement. After all, Andrew has no reason to question William's claims about his own observing tendencies.*

Hello William,

Not to worry! The rocks were no hassle, and there's plenty more from where they came. Let me know if you would like some as well!

To answer your questions, I have heard of that organisation. Weren't their posters plastered all over the school a few months ago?

They can't get his hair quite right, can they? The brush strokes were a touch too broad, and the flow felt truncated... but that's just my opinion! It was still a beautifully drawn portrait that effectively showcased Sebastian's talents.

As for their members approaching me, I have yet to meet or speak to anyone who seems to be a part of their group. In fact, I never received any owls at all until recently. Come to think of it, even if they had reached out, I doubt I would join with how unorthodox their methods appear to be and how... regimented they are...

I agree with you! Sebastian is not an exhibit in a museum or zoo, and he has been very kind in, um... the correspondences I've sent him thus far, so I'm sure he is every bit as remarkable as you described.

I am very sorry to not be much help on your SSOO quest, but I wish you the best of luck in locating them!

Respectfully, Andrew

#Owls for Andrew #William

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quite-right-too · 7 months

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AskBox Ficlet

Prompt: Their first proper serious fight as a couple. Thank you @rainingfishandfrogs for the prompts!

The change from having all of time and space at his disposal to being thrown into domesticity was like whiplash to the Doctor.

Sure, he had joked with Rose on the Sanctuary Base about having a house with carpets and a mortgage — however this wasn't exactly what he meant. It was so long ago, but he still remembered the end of that conversation like it had happened yesterday.

"Not to end up stuck here."

"Yeah, but stuck with you, 's not so bad."

But now he's human — well, part human — and he's living in a flat with windows and carpets and neighbors. He had to get a name, a job, and official paperwork indicating that he was, in fact, a normal living person who had documentation from the entire life on this planet. Legally, he was John Noble who worked at Torchwood, thirty-one years old from London, and just a normal bloke.

It was awkward the first night, Rose needing to get reacquainted with her Doctor. They talked and laughed and cried as everything from the past four years spilling out. He told her about the Master and the Year that Never Was. The trip on Midnight. Meeting Agatha Christie and William Shakespeare. The Titanic crashing through the TARDIS itself. She told him about her ascent through Torchwood. About the main working on the Dimension Cannon. About the alternate universe where he died.

They went to bed together, the Doctor holding her in his arms while they drifted off. Not once did he let her go. The bliss of being together again was better than he had ever felt before.

It took a week before they had their first row.

"How many times have I told you to have someone with you when you if you're going into active gunfire!?" The blinds were drawn and the door was locked as Rose screamed at the Doctor in her office. "Do you know how much trouble you could've gotten yourself into!?"

The Doctor scoffed. "I knew what I was doing, Rose," he remarked as he sat in her chair, propping his feet up on her desk. "I'm sort of a professional at this."

"That's not what this is about," Rose said, exasperation evident in her tone. "You didn't even ask for backup. You just went in without a single care in the world!"

"Because I can handle myself, Rose! I've faced armies of the likes that nobody here has ever seen. I was a soldier," the Doctor spat. Standing up, he pushed the chair away and leaning over the desk, his nails digging into the wood.

"And I am your commanding officer!" Rose yelled, going nose to nose with the man in front of her. "You may be the Doctor, but I run this sector of Torchwood and you still need to respect my authority when we are on the field! I can't believe you had to be so bloody reckless!"

The Doctor's breath hitched, teeth gritting as he lost control of his very-human temper.

"I was the lone survivor of the Last Great Time War — a war that lasted four hundred years before I ended it! Not just the Time Lords, not just the Daleks, but so many more. The Skaro Degredations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres!"

"I know about that, Doctor!" Rose's fists were clenched at her sides, her voice beginning to shake. "I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. I know your past, your pain, and I love you regardless!" Tears began to trickle down her face as she fought to keep her resolve.

"I can't lose you again."

Send me a sentence prompt and I’ll write you a TenRose ficlet!

#my post #my fic #tenth doctor #rose tyler #doctor who #tentoo #tentoorose #metacrisis doctor #doctor who fanfiction #ficandchips #timepetals

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[original drawing date: 2nd-13th Feb 2024]

A collection of various busts of characters from a comic i want to work on soon. This would be the first time I've drawn some of these characters and they could probably do with some proper designs, but I had fun nonetheless c:

This is actually part of another big project I'm working on where I draw similar things for some of my characters, i've got a few more but I'll probably post them when I've got more for those character sets.

Characters are:

Kristy Williams, an aspiring author and recently-graduated uni student. Kinda chill normally but is quick to anger and is almost superhumanly stubborn. Through the course of the comic, but shown in the opening, she gains a weird superpower called Soulblaze, which is this short-ranged high-impact explosive energy attack that resembles rapidly-spinning fire with occasional sparks of lightning and the power of which is tied to the user's mental state and determination.

Elenor, the Umbral Queen, a woman from around 1862 who fused herself with a shadowy eldritch abomination to stop herself dying from complications after childbirth, and has just kinda been goofing around, terrorising generally not good people, and fighting and/or running away from her descendents' various armed forces trying to capture her for study or revenge against killing a few of her immediate family (most by accident, though she did deliberately kill her husband). Actually kind of a kind-hearted person, albeit with a bit of a sadistic streak, as she was never cruel herself and the Umbral Queen is explicitly neutral and passive.

Evangeline, the Guardian, is a tall and kinda buff woman who works as a librarian or a bookstore worker idk which yet, and is secretly a low-rank creature of super-advanced dimension-travelling biokinetic former humans who self-style themselves after angels and call themselves the Celestians, and she was planted on the world to essentially protect humanity from incursions from hostile entities from other realities - entities like the Umbral Queen, for instance. Usually acts pretty friendly, if not a bit aloof, but can turn cold and deeply serious quickly.

Argent, the Portal Scientist. Researcher from an alternate reality who starts exploring Kristy's dimension to study the remarkably weak fabric between realities there. Insatiably curious, deeply intelligent, and quite compassionate. Loaded to the brim with advanced technology built around intra- and occasionally inter-dimensional portal technology.

Sable, the Kinetic Scientist. Argent's sister, less interested in studying the world and more in testing and experimenting with kinetic accelerator tech. Bit of a mad scientist, and definitely has chaotic gremlin energy.

Joanne Rockwell, a junior science-type (not sure what discipline yet), office intern, and recently-graduated uni student. Level-headed, a little high-strung, and cautious to a fault, but quite friendly and sociable otherwise. Kristy's girlfriend, has been with her since late high school and before she transitioned. Like Kristy, she's just a normal human, but also like Kristy there's definitely something weird going on with her...

Kyle Ashton, a mildly successful online sex worker, and Cassidy's slightly younger brother. Fairly promiscuous, but knows how to keep himself safe and is respectful of boundaries, and has a similar attitude to his sister, albeit more sarcastic. Probably has some martial arts training.

Cassidy Ashton, an amateur artist, gym junkie and semi-successful VTuber. Enjoys banter and good-natured ribbing, a little headstrong and prone to arrogance, but if she likes you even a little she'll be extremely friendly and doggedly loyal - her VTuber persona is much the same, albeit a little more exaggerated. Kristy's current best friend, met each other during the start of their third year of uni at the gym. A decent boxer, for someone only just starting it, spars with Kristy often. Also has a bit of a crush on Kristy.

#my art #commodoresigma #original character #original #oc #kristy williams #elenor the umbral queen #eva the guardian #argent #sable #joanne rockwell #kyle ashton #cassidy ashton

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eldritch-flower · 10 months

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WIP INTRO: "SMILE"

and to sadness he was drawn like rot and decay. he would sow his legacy amongst the bones of the dead and become witness to the new world. a world void of all fear and hurt and hatred. and all they would ever do is 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

SYNOPSIS:

Everyone knew the stories. The tales of the desiccated corpses he left behind, drained and dry - nothing more than a husk - and of the sadistic moniker that emblazoned them. Smiley, they called him, apt and fitting but forever more than the murderer would deserve. He brought with him shadows of a darker age of humanity wherever he went: A shadow of evil, authoritarian darkness that swept through every town with a ferocity unparalleled by any natural means. His presence was like a dust cloud, grinding the hopes and beliefs of whatever sorry town he made his prize - crumbling them to piles of ash and soot and pain.

And everyone knew the old myths that followed him, whispers of Ones of obsidian and midnight, of brilliant sun and gold. How they wreaked havoc for centuries before their disappearance. Gone, without a trace. Or so it was told in the scripture, written for hope and betterment to prevail when there was none to be seen. It is known that a People can forget the darkness of their past, see around the night sky to the dawn ever-coming. But there are some things that should not be forgotten. And Smiley knew; this was their first mistake.

Humans have grown weak in His absence, fighting petty wars through every fault of their own. They slaughter one another without means to sacrifice, with no avid reason, and have come to disbelieve all the fruitful truths once known. And deep down beneath the Bone-Yard, beneath all the stagnant rot and mold and maggots burying their way through their own flesh, He makes his way through the piles of decay. Smiley knows it won't be long now. The crescendo of frothing-white crashing against the cliffs were all that were keeping Him at bay. But now, it seems, He has finally learned how to swim.

or, alternatively...

When the notorious serial killer known only by the alias 'Smiley' makes his presence in Perthlochry apparent, the small Welsh town's lacklusterpolice department do all they can to prevent the spree of the seven deaths that he is renowned for. But it's not enough - it never was going to be. Matters aren't helped when the first victim is the Deputy's very own sister, found torn and drained behind her apartment with a crimson grin decorating her pale face.

Detective Tempest understands why he's being distanced from the crimes. Personal bias is a dangerous game to play in the land of law enforcement. But with nothing but loose ends and a handful of curious witnesses, the entire town plummets to chaos. That's when it becomes clear:

There are worse things out there than Smiley. And they, too, are on their way to Perthlochry.

BASICS:

Genre(s) - Supernatural-horror, thriller, crime

Length - novel, ~90,000 words

Setting - A fictional town in Western Wales, UK, called 'Perthlochry'... present day, I think (could be late 90s/early 2000s, though, we'll see)

POV- Third Person (limited)

Including - LGBTQ+ characters (on the down-low), exes to lovers, buddy-cop dynamics, women in STEM, Evil vs slightly less-Evil, Antagonist turned Ally, (kind of) the Chosen One

This is not a romance novel. There is a romantic pairing between 2 main characters, but it's just kinda... there.

VICTIMS:

Connor Tempest: Perthlochry's Deputy Chief of Police & lead homicide detective

Amos Christian Bancroft: English horror author

Alani Fisher: PhD student of Forensic Psychology & intern

Violet Llewellyn: Highschool student

Alder Llewellyn: Highschool student

Others:

Cooper Miller

Chelsea Wynne

Daniella Reeves

William Cadwaldr

Rose Miller-Llewellyn

WARNINGS:

"SMILE" is a supernatural thriller aimed towards mature readers - so, basically, it's (new) adult.

It's... it's probably the goriest thing I've ever planned out, and it's definitely the darkest. That being said, here be the content warnings, so ya'll beware:

Strong Language

Child Abuse, Endangerment and Death

(Very) Graphic Violence

Death & Murder

Misogyny

Mental Illness

Police Brutality

Abusive Relationships

Religious Connotations

Cults & the Occult

Dubious/Lack of Consent

Welsh People Great British Humour

PLAYLIST:

Shame on The Night - Dio

Killer - The Hoosiers

Night Prowler - AC/DC

Alone + Easy Target - Foo Fighters

One Of My Turns - Pink Floyd

Life Goes On - The Damned

Voices - Alice In Chains

Hunted Down - Soundgarden

Children of the Damned - Iron Maiden

My Iron Lung - Radiohead

#wip #wip introduction #creative writing #writeblr #wip intro #writers of tumblr #writing community #writers #horror #supernatural horror #serial murder #thriller #be gay do crimes #horror books #wip : SMILE

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Null Ch.5

Pairing: Incubus!Charles Brandon x Anna Williams (OFC)

WC 1206

Warnings: None? But still Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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Charles mostly left her alone while she worked, popping in from time to time into the study to ask her where certain things were or coming in to grab a book. For the most part, he waited until she was on her breaks to do that so he didn't disturb her.

"Hey, Charles?" Anna asked once she was clocked out for the day and her work laptop was shut down.

"Yes, darling?" Charles responded, leaning into the room from the doorway.

"Something you said last night kinda stuck with me." She said and he gave her a questioning look. "When I asked you if this is how you really look, you said it was close enough. How do you really look? Can I see?" There was a pause where he just stared at her. "Did I just ask something really rude?"

"Rude? No, not that." Charles said, "It's just, my actual appearance can be a bit…shocking. I am a demon, mind you, I look demonic."

"Like Christianity/Catholicism demonic? Or eldritch horror, if I see it I'll go insane, demonic?"

"More the former than the latter." He said, "I just…don't want to scare you, is all. My actual appearance isn't too far off from how I look now, but just enough to where it can be a bit…jarring. We usually don't reveal our true selves to humans, for reasons which I hope would be obvious."

"You don't want to scare them away."

"Precisely."

"If you're not comfortable with it, forget I asked."

"It's not that, either." Charles said and sighed, "I guess, I mean, I suppose if I want you to eventually trust me, I have to show you a level of trust as well."

"Don't think you have to just because you want to get naked with me." Anna said, "I was really just curious, and it's really not a big deal."

"No, no, my mind's made up." Charles said and walked into the room, "Just promise me you won't panic, please?"

"I'll attempt not to, but I won't know for certain until I see."

"Fair enough." Charles said, "Do me a favor? Close your eyes?" She said and heard him take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. An odd sort of feeling washed over her skin, making the hair on her arms stand on end and her breath hitch in her throat. "Okay, you can look, now." His voice was slightly deeper and she opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"Oh." She said after a long moment. His skin looked soft to the touch and instead of hair spreading across his chest, he had a layer of what looked like overlapping dark scales, the musculature of his chest more heavy and defined in this state. Dark horns swept back along the top of his head from his hairline, turning up at the tips and his blue eyes were even more vibrant, the pupils slitted like a cat’s. Getting up from the chair, she went to him, noticing how closely he was watching her. "You're…"

"Monstrous?" He supplied but she shook her head.

"Not at all."

"Anna, are you…drawn to me like this?" Charles asked, "I'm still not getting sexual interest, but there is interest there, just as there is for the form I take most often."

"Charles, I…" She paused, "I've been called weird or unnatural by so many people in my life because of what I don't feel. Friends, family, doctors. They find out and they look at me like there's something wrong with me inside. Is it any shocker that I feel a kind of…draw towards those whose outward appearances society might consider weird or unnatural? Or monstrous, as you put it?"

"I…I never thought of it that way." Charles said and when he reached for her, she noticed his nails had turned dark and sharply pointed like claws. She allowed him to pull her in and her eyes moved over the scales on his chest before she met his eyes.

"I've always felt more comfortable with "monsters" than I have with humans. Keep in mind, I am talking about it in a literary sense as I had no idea this existed in real life." She said and he reached up, touching the side of her face gently.

"Anna, may I…may I kiss you?" Charles asked, "You have my solemn vow I won't attempt to take it any further than that."

"Yes." She said, nodding, "You can." He leaned into her, his head tilting to the side slightly and her eyes closed at the first touch of his lips against hers. His lips moved against her lightly, almost hesitantly, and she pressed back against him. It was no shock that he was a great kisser, and she was sure she was glaringly amateur compared to him. His hands came up to hold her face as he fell into the kiss but to his credit, he didn't try to deepen it.

"I got…" He started as he pulled away, his eyes still closed, "Enjoyment. You enjoyed the kiss, but you had no…expectation of it going any further than that. No…desire for it to be anything more than what it was."

"Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, it doesn't have to lead to anything else." She said and he nodded.

"If you…would like, if we ever go to bed again, I can be in my true form."

"If it ever happens again, I would want you to be in any form you want to be in, the one you are most comfortable with. Both are very nice in their own ways."

"Thank you, Anna," Charles said and she watched as the horns retreated into his skull, the scales diffusing and becoming hair. "For accepting me as I am. You're a rare sort of human."

"Thank you, Charles, for understanding me and accepting how I am." She said, “And you were right, you showing me a level of trust by letting me see how you really are did go a ways to me trusting you. You were vulnerable with me, not knowing how I would react as I get the feeling it hasn’t always been positive, but showing me regardless. Thank you.”

“I don’t want you to think that everything I do is with the intention of getting us into bed, as I told you, if it never happens again, then it never happens again.” Charles said, “I don’t have an ulterior motive for my actions. It’d be nice if it went that way, but ultimately, it’s completely your choice and I respect that.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be cautious around you.” Anna said and he gave a laugh, pulling her against his chest. “Kinda weird how you’re a better person than most humans.”

“A demon is just what I am physically, it has no bearing on my personality or my way of thinking.” Charles said, “Now, what have you eaten today?”

“I had coffee.” She said, pulling away to look up at him, “This morning.”

“Anna.”

“Does that not count?”

“Oh, sweet Lucifer.” He sighed and bent quickly, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her from the room, her surprised laughter following them down the hall.

#henry cavill #charles brandon #null #my writing

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blood-and-pizza · 2 months

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I wanna talk about a few of my fan animatronics for FNAF, so beware! LOTS of old fan art ahead:

Catie the Cat - my first FNAF OC, created all the way back in 2014. She went through multiple name changes before she finally got her current one. Originally conceptualized as a flirty, sultry lounge singer animatronic from the FNAF 1 era, she gradually evolved into a playful party girl who's an amazing vocalist AND a drummer. Catie is a light blue cat who originally did not have hair, but eventually gained golden blonde hair on her later iterations. Catie's playful nature has always been a part of her, charming both kids and adults alike. I admittedly haven't had the chance to develop her as much as I would like.

Brewster the Rooster - One of my more recent FNAF OCs from 2023. He was part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics and was called "Brewster the Bishonen Rooster". Currently, Brewster has sort of become one of my favorite OCs, though I haven't done much with him. He's basically a character known for his good looks, and he's developed such an ego about it he literally thinks he's the main character of the universe. And he uses this information to be as sweet and kind and nice and helpful to everyone as much as possible. He's an egomaniac, but if he had a heart, it would be golden. He's a well-meaning himbo who has a secret love of disco music and calls people "dude" regardless of what gender they are. Oh, and his crow is terrifying as fuck and bone-chilling if he's hunting you down for some reason. If you hear him crow, he already knows where you are. Better run...

Monica Gator - I know, I know. I'm sure other people have their own Monica Gator fanimatronics. But I couldn't come up with a better name for this girl:

Inspired by Montgomery Gator and his awful relationship with Bonnie the Bunny, Monica has a love of rabbits. She thinks they're cute... and tasty, too! She also flirts with rabbit animatronics, but they're too terrified of what she'll do to them if they return her affections.

Pammy P. Parmesan - A mouse girl animatronic who's meant to be a female version of Chuck E. Cheese. Her restaurant, Pammy's Pizza Palace, was a rival to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Fazbear Entertainment ended up buying the rights to Pammy and her friends, which include Catie the Cat, Prissy Poodle, and Molly Mallard (formerly known as Dee Dee Duck). I drew art of the original Pammy P. Parmesan animatronic, who was injected with remnant and made to work as the janitor when the Kawaii animatronics with Berli Honeybear took over that location. I also drew a Glamrock version of her but it's kinda crappy to be honest, and I'd LOVE to redesign her.

There's also Kawaii Bonnet and Kitsune Foxy, who are both part of my Kawaii line of fanimatronics:

There are also three more characters I've mentioned before on this blog but haven't finalized designs for:

Melody and Harmony Pomene, Melissa Pomene's AI daughters from my Fazbear Estate AU, are supposed to have animatronic bodies at some point. But I haven't finalized designs for them yet. All I've come up with them is how they look as programs on a screen on Melissa's laptop:

Melody is on the left, and Harmony is on the right.

And the final character, one I truly haven't envisioned a look for... is Spring Chica, the springlock Chica the Chicken suit haunted by Fredbear's Family Diner's creative consultant, Francine Cantor, who got too close to William Afton and ended up dead for it. I've never drawn Spring Chica. I only know she wanted to kill William Afton and canonically doesn't get to... but in a Time Paradox ending she was successful and... well, I don't know what happens after that. Depends on how she decides to kill William.

Yeah, point is, I never came up with a design for Spring Chica. I should. I want her story to be realized in game form at some point.

#fnaf #fnaf oc #fnaf ocs #fan art #my art #my ocs #fanimatronic #image heavy #long post #i will add image descriptions later i promise please stand by

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isn't it so pretty to think there was some invisible string tying you to me for either elmax or byler

oooh omg ok i'm gonna cheat and do BOTH bc i've never written elmax before but this song also just has byler written all over it sooo

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byler version

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"Why did you ask, anyway?"

Mike blinks, rolling over and rubbing his eyes. "Huh?"

Will is lying on his back in the dark, staring up at the ceiling with a contemplative expression. His eyes flick to Mike's, just briefly, and he smiles a little. "Sorry, were you asleep?"

"I- yeah, it's the middle of the night, of course I was asleep."

"It's not even eleven-thirty."

"You know what I mean." Mike shoves his face into Will's side, flinging an arm across his torso and tugging him closer. "I'm tired. I biked all the way here in the dark."

"Yeah, to see me," Will says, sounding all too pleased with himself. "So here I am. Answer my question."

"Will, it's so late," Mike complains, voice muffled where it's pressed against Will's t-shirt.

"Eleven-thirty, Michael," Will repeats, unimpressed.

Mike groans, removing his face from Will's side in favor of glaring at him. "Okay, William. Why did I ask what?"

"If I wanted to be your friend."

Mike blinks down at him, propping himself up on one arm and watching Will's eyes trace over his face. "You want to know the reason why I asked a question when I was five years old?"

"Hey, you said it was the best thing you'd ever done! Don't act like you don't remember."

Through his groggy haze, Mike can't help but be a little endeared by the annoyed quirk of Will's eyebrows, the smirk resting faintly over his lips and the pillow creases on his skin. He dips down to kiss Will's forehead quickly, brushing a thumb over Will's jaw. "I told you," he murmurs, face hovering right over Will's. "I was all alone. You were alone too, so I just... asked."

"I couldn't have been the only one who was alone, though," Will presses. "Why me?"

Mike remembers that day so clearly. He'd spent the better part of the morning pouting and trying not to cry, secluded to a quiet corner of the classroom and wishing he didn't have to do this, that he could keep playing Uno in his basement with Nancy forever even if she was turning into a bit of a brat, lately, that he could be exempt from the ridiculous notion of hanging out with people his age, or whatever. He also remembers that all of those feelings were, ultimately, bullshit, because in reality, before Will Byers became a part of his life, Mike was terribly lonely.

So recess had come, and he'd decided he might as well take action. He'd scanned the playground, looking for people like him, people that were alone or that were wearing the same color as him or who just looked nice, even. He wasn't trying to be terribly picky. He'd seen at least five other lonely kids, sitting in the dirt or holed up on the slide or playing with their own toys in the corner. None of them seemed right. They were all too loud or too quiet or too annoying or too weird, even if Mike was and still is, in fact, weird.

Then he'd spotted the swings, and the boy on them, and when he'd tried to ration away why he couldn't go up at talk to him, tried to give in to his fear and stay quiet and lonely forever, he'd drawn a blank. He couldn't think of a reason why this boy - this boy in an old yellow t-shirt with a bowl cut like Mike's who was gazing at the clouds like they genuinely interested him - wouldn't be a good person to talk to.

So he'd gone up, and he'd been terrified, but he'd asked. And Will had said yes, and that had been that. Friends forever, or something along those lines, and somewhere in the ten years since Mike had fallen in love with him, and that too had been scary but when he tried to rationalize it, he once again drew a blank because - at the end of the day, it just made sense. Of course he would fall in love with Will. He had no reason not to.

"I... I guess it just made sense," Mike whispers now, meeting Will's eyes in the dark and quiet of his room. "I couldn't think of a reason not to."

Will smiles, brilliant in the night, and traces a finger over Mike's collarbone. "So it wasn't love at first sight, then?" he teases.

"Love at first sight isn't real," Mike says with conviction - his breakup with El had been proof of that. "But there was- a connection, I think. Like there was this- string, a bond or something, that drew me to you, and I chose to follow it. To tie the knot."

He expects Will to, like, laugh or mock his word choice or something, but Will is dead serious when he replies, "I'm glad you did."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't believe in love at first sight either, but I think that- it's just. Pretty, I guess. To think that there was something there, like you chose to take the first step and then from there on out we were just wrapped up in each other."

Mike grins, dipping down to kiss Will gently, warm and solid against him in the dark. "I'd happily stay wrapped up in you forever," he says softly, resting his forehead against Will's. "Even if you're an asshole who wakes me up in the middle of the night to ask about destiny."

"That is not what I asked I-"

"Will, I'm just teasing you."

Will huffs, breath warm against Mike's face, and Mike can't resist kissing him again, quickly. Will melts into it despite himself, arms around Mike's waist. "String, huh?" he murmurs.

"Sure. Or whatever else you want to call it."

"I like that just fine," Will decides, shoving his face into Mike's neck and relaxing into him, and they drift off to sleep, all wrapped up in each other.

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elmax version

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El doesn't know a lot about fate, or God or any premise of inevitability. She understands the concept well enough - Mike won't shut up about it, actually - he and Will tease each other about it when they think no one is listening, about swingsets and choices and unbreakable bonds, and El never really knows what exactly they're referring to but she knows it means that they love each other, and that they feel that this was inevitable.

She's not sure how she feels about that concept - it's fine for them, maybe, because they have this grand love story or whatever (at least according to Will, who rambles to her about Mike an awful lot, even if she kind of enjoys listening just because of the way his face lights up) but after having so many choices stripped away from her as a child, El isn't so sure she loves the idea of some cosmic deity deciding things for her. She'd rather take control of her own narrative.

That being said, she does get the part about being in love, and not wanting to ever conceive of a reality in which she isn't, and in that regard she supposes it's fine.

"Why do you think we became friends?" El asks now, rolling over on her bed and letting her head hang off the end, looking at Max upside-down.

Max glances up from the magazine she's been idly flipping through, a small smirk on her face. "We're not just friends, you know," she says, like she always does, and El scrunches her nose at her.

"You know what I mean," she retorts, which is true - unlike most people, Max always knows what El is trying to get across without having to hear all the words, always smiling and nodding along and supplying a word when El can't think of it, not trying to play dumb like Mike used to or interrupt like Will has a nasty habit of doing, or blink at her hesitantly and vaguely concerned like Joyce, well-meaning as she is, usually does.

Max flips the magazine shut, rising up on her elbows to kiss El's nose from her upside down vantage point, and El giggles. "We became friends because you're an incredible person and I liked you."

El widens her eyes. "We did not used to like each other, though."

"That's because you thought I was trying to steal Mike from you, which is laughable because I think I'd rather die than steal Mike from anyone, and had I been around before all that I would have told you to stop watching so many shitty soap operas."

El frowns. "I like soaps. They are romantic."

"They are, but they also instilled a weird jealousy complex in you that was totally unnecessary, so." Max smiles, tapping El's nose lightly with a finger. "Also, I never had a problem with you. I thought you were, like, ridiculously cool."

"Cool," El echoes, smiling. She likes that word - it feels strange in her mouth, but Max says it like a compliment and Max, as sarcastic and derisive as she can be, never says anything she doesn't mean. "I think you are cool, too."

"Thanks, babe."

Max goes back to her magazine, and El stares at the opposite wall as the blood rushes to her head, contemplating.

"Max?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you believe in fate?"

Max actively considers it for a moment - something she doesn't do for many people - before answering, "I don't know. I believe in connection, I think. Like a- spark, that you can have with someone, that, like, draws you to them, but I think we still have control over what we do with it. Does that make sense?"

El turns it over in her brain, lifting a hand and making the pencils spread across her desk float up into the air and bounce around the room. Max watches with the same vaguely awed look she always does, grinning. El grins back.

"'Spark'?" She asks, tapping one of the pencils against the ceiling. "Like a fire?"

Max laughs, sitting up properly and holding out a hand. El drops a pen into her hand, and she reaches out and begins tracing a pattern over El's exposed shoulder with it. "No, not literally," she says, hair tickling El's neck as she leans closer. "It's just, like. A pull. Like there's a string connecting you, and you can choose to pull them closer with it or just leave it how it is. Or cut it, I guess, but that's kind of bleak." She sits back, admiring her artwork on El's skin, and El cranes her neck to look. She can just barely make out a set of flowers and a small heart doodled there, and she smiles. Max would never claim to be an artist, but she certainly isn't a bad one.

"And you felt that? With me?" she asks, refocusing her gaze on her girlfriend.

"Sure I did," Max says, like it's obvious. "The first time I saw you you were wearing that black getup with the eyeshadow and everything and you looked so cool, and I don't believe in love at first sight or anything but I felt something, you know? And then you totally wrote me off which- hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't say I was mad!- you brushed me off and I was like wow, okay, she can take care of herself, great. And then I decided that I would win you over."

El smirks, flipping around and resting her arms on the edge of the mattress to gaze down at Max properly. "Win me over," she repeats.

"Convince you to love me," Max teases, and El reaches out a hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"You are very easy to love," El murmurs as Max tilts her face to rest against her hand. "You do not think you are, but you say nice things without even trying."

"Yeah, well, 'course I'm nice to you," Max grumbles, kissing the side of El's palm. "I love you."

El grins teasingly. "I love you too. I am glad you did not choose to cut the string."

"Okay, it was a flawed metaphor, I get it-"

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#hooo boy this took a while but i had so much fun!! i love writing elmax i decided #might have to write a full length fic for them someday #we shall see #byler #elumax

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bioticbooty · 6 months

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Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes (thank you!!)

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

April 2011

First Character(s) you wrote?

Commander Shepard

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: OC Eva, Ronan Dex, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Major Lorne, Rodney McKay

Fable III: The Princess, Ben Finn

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde with heavy featuring of Kaidan Alenko, Commander Shepard, Liara T'Soni

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Ashley Williams

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?

I've got some ME characters coming for The Great Rewrite that I haven't featured before, or only mentioned tangentially in posts about The Future (or have shared snippets about but they aren't in anything published): Lian Jones, Milena Alenko and Andre Alenko, Hannah Shepard and Lucas Shepard, Jill Shepard, Isabel Shepard-Alenko

And then I have some ME characters coming Stars are Other Suns and they all are OC's so the names will likely mean nothing to everyone except for the first one for those that have read the story: Admiral Lorelai Wilde, Commander Eneki Wooddell, Admiral Ade Detmer, Admiral Raleigh Frost, Captain Jett Cruz.

I have way more names for both stories for side characters of various degrees (who may become main characters in the future, who the hell knows what will happen??) because I can't not flesh out entire crew rosters for the various ships, even if they are mentioned only in passing, because what if one day that ship and her crew come back to the story?? I have my own internal wiki and family trees for my stories. I am maybe a little insane.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Mass Effect, Fable III, Stargate Atlantis

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: OC/Major Lorne & OC/Rodney (Stargate)

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde/Astrid & Wilde/EDI & Wilde/Liara

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard/Ashley Williams & Kaidan Alenko/Ashley Williams & Kaidan Alenko/Glenn Delgado & Olivia Shepard/Ayla Reyes & Olivia Shepard/Kassy Black & Kaidan Alenko/Jake Morowski

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Stargate: Ronon/OC, Sheppard/Weir

Fable III: The Princess/Ben Finn

Mass Effect SaOS: Wilde/Alenko & Shepard/Vakarian

Mass Effect Crosshairs 'Verse: Olivia Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Your top AO3 tags?

Shepard/Alenko (surprising no one)

Action/Adventure (all mass effect is action adventure! this one was an easy one)

Fluff (also unsurprising)

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

From The Great Rewrite, Volume #3: Daybreak

“Turian brandy?” Anderson offers once they’re in his cabin. Nihlus sits down on the sofa, legs jutting out at odd angles. Furniture is never as universal as it should be. “Please.” They sit and drink in silence for a few minutes. It gives Anderson time to think, maybe time he doesn’t need to think, because his thoughts are drawn to twenty years ago when he was the top of the shortlist and he was assigned a turian Spectre to oversee his abilities, who’d go with him on missions. Determine if he could make the cut. Obviously, he hadn’t. Now Shepard is top of the shortlist and damned if Anderson doesn’t want to protect her in ways he was never protected. Of course, no one knew what to expect, then. They had ideas, but nothing concrete. So far, Nihlus is nothing like Saren was. Of course, pinning it all on Saren isn’t exactly fair. Anderson is the one who abandoned the mission, because Kahlee was involved. And he liked her. Maybe loved her, already. He’s had a long time to think about everything he did that mission, and while he’s not bitter anymore like he used to be, and while he still feels Saren has it out for humanity, bottom line is when push came to shove, Anderson went for the girl. Shepard won’t. He only knows this because she didn’t on Elysium. She didn’t even have an assigned mission at the time. No orders. Just a marine on shore leave with her girl and the slavers chose that day to hit Elysium and ran into the implacable wall that was Shepard — and failed. Not one batarian made it past whatever line she drew, and she was always redrawing that line, claiming more territory. Anderson had been so fucking impressed when she calmly presented the situation, still in her civvies, covered in blood, smoke and dirt, ruined sniper strapped to her back and a borrowed pistol flashing a low ammo block warning. She wasn’t the highest ranking marine on the ground. Hell, she wasn’t even assigned to Elysium, though everyone wanted her to be after that. But everyone on the ground who’d survived that day answered to her. And after it was all done, then — and only then — did she go looking for her girl. Anderson was there for that, too.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

#tag games #get to you know your fanfic writer #mostly pointless text posts #snippet #i live #though the past few months of work have been a slog

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