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weirdraccoon · 10 months

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Harry *storming into the Sallow house, angry and pouty, waving his new glasses around*: I hate getting new glasses! They never get them right the first time. I wish Sirius would let me get that potion to correct my eyesight.

Ominis *sitting comfortably on the sofa while his wand scans some exams*: Oh you poor child. It must be horrible to be unable to see without glasses.

Tom, MC and Sebastian who were sitting around too doing who knows what: *snorting and laughing*

Harry *sheepish*: I'm sorry, Mr. Sallow.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #adopted dark lord au #tom riddle #harry potter #tomarry #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt #im struggling with my new glasses today #its the second time they make them #im probably going back tomorrow if they still feel weird TmT #i wouldntve changed them but the others broke like a month ago

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keerysfreckles · 1 month

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espresso — CL16 (smau)

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!fem!reader faceclaim: sabrina carpenter!

summary: when y/n releases a new song, fans can't help but think it could be about a certain f1 driver

warnings: like one curse word

a/n: ALL THE LANDO CONTENT TODAY IM SO DEAD

masterlist !

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charles_leclerc why would you let me wear two glasses at once

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landonorris the bunny looks bigger than you

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carlossainz55 he was struggling getting that bunny into his car

charles_leclerc no i was not

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user2 BANDANA CHARLES IS BACK???????

user3 new song lyrics??

user4 we can only hope 🤞

user5 MY JAW IS DROPPED

charles_leclerc that morning coffee, brewed it for ya

yourusername 🤭🤭

user6 PARDON????????

user7 is HAS to be song lyrics

landonorris so you'll spend time im monaco with him but not me ☹️

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user2 THE CHORUS IS SO CATCHY OMG

user3 "i'm working late cause i'm a singer, oh he looks so cute wrapped round my finger" I AM BAFFLED OH THESE LYRICS ARE SO JFBSJDHSJ

user4 she posted with charles with lyrics to the song.. the song HAS to be about him

user5 charles made a tiktok with the song I REPEAT CHARLES MADE A TIKTOK WITH THE SONG

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yourusername what about it? 🤗

user6 need to know charles' reaction of the song asap

charles_leclerc 🩵🩵🩵

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jennywritesz · 3 months

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au where tsukishima is a scientist at college and you're his apprentice

740 words

warnings: none + slow burn

chap 1/ ??

Kei Tsukishima, a senior at college– a biologist with an aura of mystery, stepped into the laboratory with dread. Today marked the first encounter with his new apprentice, a moment he awaited with equal parts curiosity and annoyance. The thought of him having someone watch his every move made his skin crawl. As he adjusted his glasses, his eyes had a hint of mischief, already concocting a string of remarks to test the limits of his so-called apprentice.

In the corner of the lab, amidst humming machinery and arrays of equipment, stood the young apprentice, (y/n). She obviously had determination, her eyes gleaming in an intellectual frenzy. Your presence was a stark contrast to Dr. Tsukishima's sternness, yet there was a hint of shared intellect that was possibly the start of a great partnership.

“You must be Miss (y/n) I presume?” His voice cutting through the quiet laboratory hum.

You nodded, offering a wide grin. “Yes, Tsukishima, it’s such an honor to work for you.”

He turned around and went back to work, motioning for you to come observe. You stood on your tippy toes trying to get the best possible angle, he took notice of this. You sighed in annoyance.

“Too short to see the table?” He grinned to himself. You felt your face heating up with embarrassment. You slightly nodded, feeling all your pride leave your body. In this instance you didnt think height would be such an important factor, but considering he was doing a presicion experiment and he had to have the table basically up to his chest– height was a major factor.

He would never admit this out loud but, he thought it was kind of cute. Maybe this apprenticeship would work out. You had heard plenty of stories from past colleauges about how mean and rude he was, but you didnt think it to be true.

“That must suck.” He snickered.

You thought wrong.

“I see why people call you so salty.” you remarked back.

They dont call him salty, you just felt the need to say that.

“Salty?” He glared down at you, you forgot how scary he was.

You said nothing in response, just stared at him in defiance.

“Cat mustve gotten your tongue.” He looked away and continued his experiment, lowering the table so you could see. Maybe he wasnt so bad after all.

You never really had gotten to know him. You had just heard stories and seen him in pass you in the hallway. Even then he didnt seem so bad. He always had this mysterious allure that made him sort of attractive, your friends never even bothered to hear you out; they wouldnt get it. You always watched him from afar, and now youre working for him, it feels kind of weird to be working for someone thats only a year older than you– he was good at what he does though.

“Are you even listening to me?” he scoffed in disbelief. This snapped you out of your trance.

“Of course im listening! Why wouldnt I be.” you rolled your eyes. You werent listening, but you cant let him know that.

“Oh really..” he paused. “Well then, I want an essay on how beneficial each finger is to the body. Turned in tomorrow.”

Your jaw dropped. Who does he think he is? Some teacher?!

“Err.. of course.” your voice had an underlying tone of disapproval.

He took his goggles off and lowered the table completely.

“Help me clean this up.” he ordered.

You didnt realize you had spaced out that entire procedure. What kind of apprentice are you. Clearly a lousy one.

As you finished cleaning everything up, you noticed Tsukishima struggling to wrap a bandage around his hand. You wondered what happened to him. You didnt realize it, but you were staring at him pretty intensely.

“I cut my hand on the door handle yesterday, they finally fixed it after that.” He said with a straight face, that almost convinced you to hold his face.

“Do you need help with the bandage?” Your eyes widened at your own response. What came over you?

“Ill be fine.” he said back with a monotone voice.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, again. How many times can one embarras themself?

“You can go now.” That was his way of saying leave now.

You took off your lab coat and grabbed your regular jacket and headed out for the night.

#tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima

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carlos-in-glasses · 5 months

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Thank you for the tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @thisbuildinghasfeelings @lemonlyman-dotcom @fallout-mars @strandnreyes @redshirt2 @sznofthesticks @heartstringsduet 🧡💛🧡💛

This is from Where All This Love Comes From Chapter 11: Lonely as a Sparrow In the Rain, which will be posted on Sunday. A little moment between TK 'Soothing' Strand and Carlos 'Blobfish Reyes:

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” TK yawns from the couch when Carlos enters. He’s still in his pajamas – still trying to reset his body clock after his final night shift for a while – and he appears to be eating red jello from a glass dish. “I made jello. Don’t know if you saw my note on the refrigerator. Cap had a clear out and asked if we’d want a jello mold shaped like a hippo, so obviously I said yes. It doesn’t really look like a hippo – it’s more like a blobfish. But it’s delicious and will be easy on your stomach. How’d your morning go? Baby?”

Carlos can’t speak. He swallows. His throat hurts. He wanders over and slumps down next to TK on the cushions.

“You’re puffy,” TK says, “Tell me why you’re puffy?” He places his jello dish onto a coaster on the coffee table so he can freely stroke Carlos’ hair.

Usually, Carlos would sigh or hum with pleasure at the sensation of TK’s fingers working over him, but today he whimpers.

Staring mournfully at the jello, he thinks it wobbles like a struggling, living thing, but shines like cut rubies where the sun catches its nebulous edges. Grossly beautiful. TK made a hippo jello. Life goes on in this way.

“Tell me why you look even worse now than you did earlier?" TK prompts softly. "Tell me why you look like a blobfish?”

“Gutiérrez texted.” Carlos’ voice hits the words and cracks. He hears himself, squeaky and weak. He hates it. “That lead we thought was sound…It was no good.”

“Baby.” TK snuggles up to him a little closer. "I'm so sorry."

Carlos sleepily drops his arm over TK’s legs, tugging at the soft brushed cotton of the pajama pants patterned with blue diamonds. A surprise replacement gift for TK after the fire. He’d never bought TK pajamas before, and it felt so intimate in a new way.

TK hadn’t said anything about Gutiérrez’ lead when it first came through, but he’d thought it was one hell of a longshot even though Carlos became excited and determined. Now his husband is a crumpled heap on the couch. “Do you want me to rub your back?” TK asks.

“Head,” Carlos says.

“In bed?”

“Okay.”

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paperstorm · 1 month

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wip wednesday

Thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad 💛

Just a tiny tease today, because the first chapter of my Carlos/Iris fic is coming tomorrow :)

She tips backwards, flopping down onto the dusty grass and looking up at the sky. It’s a bright day and there are massive fluffy clouds floating through the blue sky like giant puffs of pale cotton candy. Carlos hesitates for a moment and then he lies down next to his new friend – wondering shyly in his mind if he’s allowed to call her that yet.

“Do you like finding things in clouds?”

“Sometimes.”

Iris points up and to the right, her arm crossing overtop of Carlos. “That one looks like a boat.”

Carlos squints and tries to find the one she means. “What kind of boat?”

“A ship with sails. Like in Peter Pan.”

He knows he’s seen that movie but he struggles to remember it, it’s been a long time. His sisters don’t like baby movies anymore so they don’t watch them. “I think I can see it.”

“He never grew up, you know.” Iris folds her hands on her chest.

Carlos turns his head on the ground to look at her, but she’s too close and she’s blurry in his vision. “You don’t wanna grow up?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh.” Carlos looks back up at the sky. A huge cloud floats in front of the sun and makes everything dark and shadowy for a few minutes before it passes. He can’t find any shapes he recognizes in them. He’s still not sure he can see the ship, and wonders if Iris has some kind of special powers. Maybe she could teach him.

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warnersister · 2 months

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Chapter 8 - Unfinished business with a pistol

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

You and Jake had headed down the stairs with him swearing his life on your protection, ready to beat the man dead if needs be. A substantial number of the town was out now, stood in their doorways, mothers holding their children back to prevent them heading blindly into the standoff happening in the road. “Cain?” your father asks as the man lifts his hat from his head. His face is mashed and mangled, pieced back together by the untrained hands of local hospice, but it was undeniably him. “Sheriff. Long time no see” he notes, words slightly slurred from his lack of vocal chords nor lips. “Well, we had to scrape y’off the road, Cain. Aint pretty” Cain chuckled “yeah your daughter’s lil boyfriend didn’t like me getting’ acquainted” he said and your father recoiled, “you weren’t bein’ too friendly” your father commented “well she shouldn’t ‘ve been dressed like a slut” he retorted and your father growled, marching up to the man with his fist drawn back.

BANG.

Cain had drawn his pistol from his holster and shot your father square in the stomach, sending him flying back; soiling the dirt with crimson. “DADDY!” You screamed, trying to run out to him but you were picked up by the waist by Jake. “let me go! Let me go, Jake!” you begged “’s too dangerous, sweetheart, let me handle him.” He called Rooster over who took you from Hangman’s grip, holding you back as jake ran head first into the action “Jake! No!” you wailed, kicking and hitting Bradley in an attempt to get him to let you loose. “Bradley please, don’t let ‘im” he kisses your temple “’m sorry pretty, cant hold the both of ya back” he said, trying to soothe you as you watched what was entailing.

“Ah if it aint my killer ‘imself. Got a bastard child yet?” He asked, aiming the pistol at jake and cocking the barrel. You screw your eyes shut and buried your face into Rooster’s neck, who only held you tighter. Maverick ran out of the saloon and straight over to your father, kneeling next to him as he began to apply pressure to the wound. “hey, hey Beau. Y’ stay wi’ me alright?” Your dad looked down at him and nodded, face grey as he struggled to catch his breath. “wheres-“ “she’s safe, she’s with one of Jake’s boys” he reassured and Beau nodded again “good” he looked down at Maverick again “is there ‘n exit wound?” he asked and Maverick shook his head “no, no its in there bud. But you’re gon’ be okay? Y’understand me?” Beau nodded and allowed Maverick to keep pressure.

A man joined Maverick’s side, and Beau’s eyes flickered over to him “Sheriff Simpson, my name is Bob. I work with Hangman” Bob said, pushing his glasses up his face “get, get ‘way from me, kid” he managed to mumble out “im a trained physician, sir. I don’t know why y’don’t get on with hangman, but y’gotta let me help ya, for her sake” he says and Beau quietens down, as Bob takes his silence as his consent to help, ripping open the previously crisp khaki uniform in order to see it better. “talk t’me kid” Beau ordered and Bob looked at him “the good news is, you're bleedin’” Bob says and Maverick looks at him “mean it aint hit and blocked any major arteries” “and the bad?” “well, cant get to it without any tools. Need to plug it till I can get y’somewhere better.” Bob said, a pained look on his face “do it” Bob ripped a piece of the sheriff’s shirt, Beau caught his hand “make sure she doesn’t see me like this, ‘nd make sure she knows I wasn’t in pain”

“don’t talk like that, Beau. You aint dyin’ today” Maverick told him, and gave Bob the go ahead to plug the wound.

Cain placed his finger on the trigger and pulled.

BANG

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

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blackheart-6 · 5 months

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dess-ember day 31/31

hi yall

today i bring my final entry!! i cant believe i made it

its a dess ref, but after the events of deltarune, where i imagine she will be freed

fun fact, i actually made the dess ref i still use exactly a year ago, so thats neat ^^

im not sure if I will keep this design for her being older (the age i usually draw her as is like 15 or 16), but i feel like it turned out okay

i made her a researcher (she researches things to do with souls and magic, things that exist in deltarune but arent really known about in my headcanons), but im unsure if it was the right choice. i imagine she got stuck with gaster in the code for a couple of years, but before that she didnt know what she wanted to do with her life. the way I see it, the gaster in the code with her is the one from undertale, so he has a lot of knowledge on magic and stuff, and learning about it was interesting and helpful for her, and after she got out she wanted to share her knowledge and learn more.

as i said, i dont know if this was a good choice of career, considering she wasnt really the type to become a researcher, but she also changed when she was in the code, so idk. i might change it later.

and for her design, i tried to keep her unruly look as much as possible, despite her job. i changed her hairstyle, keeping it short but giving her a side part and little hair pieces in front of her ears.

i also gave her glasses. i imagine shes needed them for awhile, but she didnt want to look like a nerd 😂 now shes just accepted her fate. i also gave her piercings on her ears, just as a callback to some of my older drawings of her, where i gave her piercings there too.

for her outfit, i gave her a pair of basic dress pants, and a turtleneck (because i love turtlenecks a bit too much lol). and then i gave her a green jacket/coat thing, cause i had to keep her with green, ofc.

and for accessories, i gave her a watch (to match with noelles watch), and i gave her a bracelet with noelles sweater colors. i also gave her a white ring on her left hand, because when i looked it up that was where aro rings were (i hope thats accurate lol).

and thats it, my final entry! its so weird that im here, i didnt think i would make it. i thought id get bored, or too busy, or run out of ideas or something, but i made it. there was a lot of struggle sometimes, and there was ideas i had planned that i never got to, but i feel like it really helped me, having this month. ive definitely gotten better at drawing dess, and i feel like my anatomy and posing had gotten better ^^. though, i dont know if ill do this again. it was difficult, and next year ill be in college, so i might be too busy. i guess we will just wait and see 😁

during this month, ive also thought a lot about dess in general. i have so many thoughts and ideas involving her, yet we still have such little knowledge on her. its weird, i have this whole dess created, but one day she will become obsolete, and we will see who dess actually is. i dont know how to feel about it. but, until we actually see dess, i plan to keep drawing my dess, and i might keep drawing her after we see dess, it just depends. even if im nervous to see her, i cant wait either!

but thats enough of my ramblings, im sure nobody read all that, so for a tldr, i just talked about why i designed older dess like that, my thoughts on my dess-ember, and my thoughts on dess ^^

i hope yall have a wonderful new years!! 🥳🥳

#art #my art #digital art #deltarune #dess holiday #deltarune dess #december holiday #deltarune december #dess-ember #dess-ember day 31

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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 2 months

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Ch. VII

Word count: 6790 Masterlist ¤ AO3 ¤ Ko-Fi ~ An: Im back with what I can describe as my pride and joy chapter. I honestly hope you all enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. If you want to be updated for new chapters, let me know and I will add you to the tag list! Enjoy!

It was quite ironic he thought, after everything that just transpired, that the sun would break through the clouds on a day like today.

Aurors littered the streets, taking down witness statements, inspecting the carnage she had left behind, cleaning up whatever had been destroyed. Most notably the three broomsticks, which is where he found himself. No matter how many times he had tried to express that this was his investigation, he seemed to be surrounded by complete strangers from the office. He was fortunate enough to even inspect the bodies.

From all the carnage, he was surprised that there were only three deceased. The two he had witnessed right before his eyes, and one from the tavern, who had been impaled by broken shrapnel from one of Sirona’s butterbeer kegs. He made sure to search them thoroughly, needing to know what kind of attack this was. A few things immediately stood out to him, most notably that there was no identification on any one of them. Each one was dressed as Aurors, yet none carried the proper badge, not even their card. Looking over their faces, what was left at least, all looked much older, possibly around his own age. Aesop would know if they worked in the office, they never took in applicants at that age. None of this was right, and the other Aurors were not saying a thing, only remarking how another vicious attack on them was not warranted.

But if anyone here would know, it was her.

Aesop winced as he stood, his leg nearly collapsing. He cursed himself for not taking his alleviate during all of this. He was going to be feeling this for weeks. Slowly, he limped towards the tavern keep, walking around the Auror trying to interrogate. “I'd like to have a moment with Miss Ryan if you don't mind.” His voice was sharp and gruff, Sirona able to hear the exhaustion coming through. The other officer just nodded nervously to Aesop, walking away and letting the two have some room. “I would like to speak to you privately, if you don't mind.”

She was terrible at hiding her nerves with all of this. Sirona never expected to see Lenore do any of that with her own eyes, to cast magic like that. With a nod, she led Aesop up the stairs. After the first flight she could see he was struggling, the man grunting with each step. “Lets just… talk here.” Sirona waved over a table with chairs, waiting for Aesop to take a seat. With another flick, two glasses were placed in front of them, a bottle of nearly finished Dragon Brandy, Aesop noting how her expression changed after seeing the bottle.

After a few moments getting the pain under control, Aesop leaned in towards Sirona, his voice low. “Tell me what you know.” It came out as some kind of feral growl to Sirona, the man's eyes dangerous. She knew she could not keep covering, but Sirona also knew that if anyone were to know about her, it would be the professor she had talked about the most to her.

“Listen… I know this looks bad on me.” Sirona took a swig from the bottle, letting the liquid scorch down her throat before continuing. “But you have to understand… from my point of view none of this seems right.” Sirona let out a sigh, letting out her hair. She needed something to sooth her through all this, and Aesop’s stare felt as if flesh was being stripped off.

‘Damn he is good at his job.’

With one more swig, Sirona sat up straighter. “She showed up a couple months ago, looking nearly starved. I'd heard about everything that had taken place, trust me they don't shy away from placing wanted posters up here. I felt… bad. I thought I knew her, and seeing her that way I just felt like I couldn't do anything.” Sirona looked out over the bar, Aesop clearly seeing that this was hurting.

“What did you mean by nothing about this seeming right?” He wanted her to stay present, and both of them knew talking about someone they once knew was easier said than done.

“She had mentioned she was being followed. That they had sent people to hunt her down.” Sirona quickly grabbed Aesop’s shoulder, bringing his ear close. "I've never seen Aurors like them before. Almost all I have seen try to do things by the book…. But these." She could feel her shiver. "They have talked about finding her, taking her down through… unforgivable methods."

Aesop could feel the rage begin to bubble in his chest, his grip tightening on the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white. The image flashed of her body convulsing in pain, seeing pure torture on her face. He wanted to do things to those wizards, make them pay for even thinking about hurting her in any way. It took a moment for him to gain control again, the pain in his leg somehow grounding him to reality. Before he could argue with himself, he took the brandy, pouring the remaining contents into the glass before downing it. He was not much of a drinker, more used to potions than anything, but he couldn't help flinching from the burn.

“I can't tell you where she is.” Sirona leaned away from him once more, looking over the patrons of the tavern. “Even she did not disclose that to me. All I know is that she is in the area. Something about it, she refuses to leave it behind. She told me it was one of the last things she has left. The men hunting her know it, they just can't pin her down in one place, she moves over the whole Highlands.” Aesop had realized that he had not been writing any of this down, quickly producing his notepad to write.

“Do you know if she has in any way made contact with anyone other than you.” She could hear a tinge of desperation in his voice, Sirona raising a brow, a knowing smirk growing on her lips.

“Everyone she knew, her close friends, the few that come here do not remember her existence. I can only assume the obvious.” Aesop knew that much already from his interviews. “But..”

“But?”

“But very rarely do I get an owl here, it is always addressed in a different name, but the seal on it remains the same. The last I had received one of these letters for her… probably around a couple weeks ago.” Sirona started to wring her hands nervously, a glimmer of sweat breaking on her brow.

Aesop leaned in closer this time, his stoic cover melting away into an expression of hope and concern. Sirona already knew the question he was about to ask, motioning to the notepad and quill. Tearing off a page, he handed the quill over to Sirona, the woman quickly drawing something out for him. As she passed the slip back, Aesop felt that anger grow again, his teeth grinding together in a frustrated rage.

He could not comprehend why anyone would live in an area like this. Aesop was not the most cheerful man at times, but even he could not live in such a depressing landscape as this. His fist pounded on the old black door, the sound echoing through the manor. Nothing had quelled his frustration on the days it took to travel here. If there was one thing Aesop truly despised, it was being lied to, and he was not going to leave now without some kind of answer.

The same ancient house elf from before opened the door slowly, shocked to even see the Auror. Before it could speak, he held his badge up.

“Ominis Gaunt, I need to speak with him. Now.” The coldness of Aesop’s voice made the elf shiver in place, eyes shifting back and forth with increased nervousness.

“I-I’m sorry, but master Gaunt is-”

“Danry. You can go.” A familiar voice called out as Aesop pushed past, seeing the boy sitting in the same room as before, alone. Ominous moved his head towards the direction of the Auror, his face more solemn than the last he had seen him. With a sigh, he stood, producing his wand. “Follow me professor, I wish us not to be heard.” Without waiting for a response, Ominous began walking the opposite direction of the man, Aesop quickly limping up to speed with the boy.

Soon enough, Aesop found him and Ominis outside of the estate, walking through the large back garden of the home. Just like the front, everything was overgrown, uncared for. Many of the different shrubberies and foliage were in different states of decay, the frost taking the last of what life remained. For a few minutes, Aesop just followed in silence, trying his best to keep his mind calm, but the memory of seeing her eyes, the men doing what they could to harm her, that anxiety permeated everything. Ominis finally slowed his pace, the two now in a small sitting area, a rotted bench overlooking a small pond in the process of slowly freezing over. Ominous sat down, his sigh fogging the air before him.

“You found out about the notes, didnt you.” From his tone, it was less of a question and more of a matter of fact statement, Aesop moving sit beside him.

“Why did you lie to me? Did you think I would not have found out? Or anyone else for that matter?” Already, his patience was waning.

“I had my complete trust in Sirona, she had helped Lenore and I before, and it was the safest way of talking with her, knowing she was safe.” Ominous shifted in his seat, his face changing to one of worry. “But it has been weeks. Hearing about the attack in Hogsmeade, I assumed the worst.”

“I was there…” Aesop looked out over the garden, Ominous turning to him in surprise.

“Is she.. Was she..” He couldn't comprehend the thought of something happening to her, his breathing haltered in wait for the professor’s response.

Aesop sighed, moving his hair from his face. “She has been taking polyjuice potion to keep herself hidden in public, Sirona assisting.” The sigh of relief from Ominis almost made Aesop chuckle, instead just shaking his head. “The men hunting her had caught on to the antic however. I saw her apparate before any damage could be done. She is still safe for now.”

“Thank Merlin…” the pang of jealousy suddenly struck Aesop again, seeing how much the boy beside him cared, how he was the only one she kept in contact with. The pause in conversation must have tipped him off, a smirk on Gaunt's face.

“No…. before you assume such… no.” Ominous could not help but chuckle at the Auror’s assumptions. “Even if I was inclined… her feelings were far from me. But you would already know that, wouldn't you.” Aesop was not expecting such an assumption, his breath catching in his throat, sputtering for a moment as Ominis laughed beside him.

“Come now professor, do not pretend that you think I did not know what happened. Between you two, how she has come to admire you and feel.”

“That…. That is far from what is important right now.” Sharp’s face was burning in embarrassment, needing to somehow regain control of the conversation once more. “A-Anyways, what matters is why you withheld that information.”

Ominis sat for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek. “I…. I had been thinking you were with them,” Head bowing down, he continued, “With what she had told me, describing the kind of men hunting her, I had felt you would do the same as them professor. But, I was mistaken.” Ominis turned his head to the professor once more. “I apologise. I can see now that both of our interests are the same. That you still… feel” Aesop felt that warmth again, clearing his throat.

“What do you know about them ?” Aesop finally felt that glimmer of progress in all of this chaos. A step in the proper direction, one that would hopefully lead to her. Ominis moved closer to the man, his voice lowering.

“From what I have researched on my own, and from what I have heard, You probably already know this but nearly none of the wizards hunting her down are Aurors. I had overheard my father talking with someone about recruiting some wizards he knew for a job… one of them being part of the Renier family.” Aesop could not produce his notes fast enough, writing what he could down. “They have been hired to take her in by any means necessary to Azkaban. From what knowledge I have, usually they are to be detained in the Ministry first.”

“I will agree with you on that, Gaunt. Unless stated otherwise.” His tone was tense, and he could not tell if his hand was shaking from the chill, or from what he was hearing.

“All I know now is that all official Aurors have been barred from investigating the case, all except you.” His voice drifted off for a moment, swallowing nervously before continuing. “She knows nothing about you trying to find her. Only that she has to take care of the rest. Something whispers to her, urges her to do something, but she won't even tell me. She becomes afraid.” They both sat in silence for a moment, just letting the cold wince rustle the trees and bushes around them.

“Where is she?” Aesop’s voice was pleading to Ominis, all writing ceased as he looked at the boy, his own worry reflected on Ominis’s face. “I need to know Ominis, for her sake. I promised you before, and I swear to you again, I don't want her harmed, I-”

“You love her… don't you?”

Aesop could not respond, but his heart betrayed him. Ominis could hear it clearly through the noise of everything around them. It accelerated, almost like fluttering wings. It made him smile, happy to know that Lenore had someone out there truly caring for her like him.

“Don't worry, I already know your answer.” Ominis stood, the bench creaking with the shifting weight. “The notes have been burned, wanting to make sure there was no paper trail left in case they found out about me. As if they would ever try,” Ominis scoffed, walking away from Aesop. He quickly followed, both slowly going back to the manor. “I know mostly what you know, she is keeping herself close to Hogwarts. She says the proximity helps with the whispers in her mind.”

They twisted and turned through the hedges around them, Aesop already getting lost. He was thankful that he had taken his alleviate.

“She… had a room here. I always kept one around for her since she was here frequently. It has not been touched since she left.” Ominis turned to Aesop, his face tense. “If you wish, you can look through the room… All I ask is that you dont disturb it too much… It is the last memory I have of her for now. I like to keep hope.”

Aesop was more than thankful to Ominis, happy to finally have something that could give him more insite. They both made their way back to the manor, Ominis leading him to the room. Aesop had noticed there was no sight of the other members of the Gaunt family, the old manor feeling eerily empty to him.

Once they had both arrived at the door, Ominis waved his wand. “Enchanted lock, just in case Sebastian stumbled across here. Hard enough to keep him out of anything” The comment made Aesop snort in amusement, remembering the days where he had caught the boy more than once sneaking around at night to the library. Before Ominis could leave, Aesop gently grasped his shoulder, Ominis turning his head towards the man.

“Ominis… Thank you. If I do find anything, I will let you know.” Ominis nodded in response, turning to leave.

“I should be thanking you. They made the mistake of asking the man she loves to track her down.” Aesop could barely think of a response before he watched Ominis leave, leaving Sharp to stew in his thoughts.

Aesop’s hand hovered over the old brass knob, his stomach churning. He did not know what he would see. Even with all that, the thought of going into somewhere that was her personal quarters felt strangely intimate to him, the irony clear to him with all the times she had come to visit him. Slowly, as if the door would burn him, he gently turned the knob, stepping over the threshold into her room.

To his shock, it was more organized than he had expected, apart from the desk which had pages scattered everywhere, the rubbish bin overflowing with crumpled paper. The ornate bed was unkempt, the heavy black blanket and sheets still crumpled as if she had just slept in them. Portraits of different Gaunt family members were hung around the room, some covered by different robes and shirts. He could not help but chuckle. Aesop remembered her reaction to his reasoning on why he covered some, the thought of all those eyes on her probably sinking in. Shaking his head, he tried his best to remain on task, beginning his search of the room.

It was more of a struggle than he thought it would be. The scent of her surrounding him, the longing pain in his chest only growing the more he looked over her things. It was the closest he had been to her in the past few years. There were no clothes left behind other than the few strewn over the portraits. His only luck would be something on the chaotic desk in the corner. As he approached, immediately his eye caught on a symbol drawn on different pieces of parchment over and over, ornate gates surrounding each one. Scribbled all over the parchment were strange runes and writings in a language he was not familiar with, these same phrases written on every parchment that featured the sigil. He folded a few of the drawings, placing them in his chest pocket. Searching around more, his eye was caught by two things swamped underneath all the scribblings. A dark leather notebook and one that was in ornate gold, Snakes circling each other in between roses.

He decided to open the leatherbound book first, shocked to see dated journal entries going as far as her beginning in Hogwarts. As he skimmed through the pages, he could see how she recounted everything that took place between her and Ranrok, going into the sixth and seventh year. A few names stuck out in his mind in the beginning; Sebastian…Anne…Ominis… the curses. But before he could delve more into what they meant, he saw his own name. His heart pounded in his ears as he began rapidly flipping through the pages, his name mentioned more and more about their time together, until it began to recount in depth during her seventh year, every single detail of their meetings. Aesop quickly shut the book, not wanting to get himself more flustered just yet. He would inspect its contents more away from here.

His attention then went to the gold book. As he picked it up, he was surprised to feel how heavy it was. A gold wheel clasp kept it close, a wave of Aesop's wand quickly turning it opened. To his utter surprise, he realized it was not a book at all, but a frame. Slowly he sank down into the chair facing the desk, his whole body shaking at its contents.

The left side of the frame showed a moving portrait. Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt stood behind a chair, Sebastian fussing over Ominis’s dress robes before being elbowed to focus on the portrait, Ominis doing his best to hide a chuckle as he linked his arm through the others. But his eyes were drawn to the woman sitting in front of them.

Lenore sat down before them, poised perfectly. She was dressed in beautiful finery, making Aesop’s heart tighten as the memories began to flood back. He could see her hearing the commotion behind her, a large smile followed by what he assumed was laughter as she tried to stay serious. The sight of seeing her so purely happy, that smile, drew out his own. Aesop’s fingers traced over the portrait, reveling in how happy she was, until something fell to his lap. As his eyes drifted down, he could feel his entire body freeze, heart leaping from his chest into his throat as he began shaking. Slowly his hand picked up the fragile object, his smile growing as he fought the tears threatening to spill over his weathered face.

The red carnation… the one he gave to her that night.

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December 25, 1892

Aesop wished he was anywhere else but here. This whole thing seemed so macabre to him. It had been years since the Triwizard Tournament had been held. Yet, much to his surprise, they still wanted to hold the Yule Ball. ‘In memory of those we lost.” was their usual excuse, Aesop only scoffing. The thought of holding such a ball to try to remember students who perished was an idea of idiocy to him.

But there he was, in his dress robes, standing in the back of the great hall, chaperoning much to his dismay.

The entire event had been planned from the start of the year, Hogwarts hosting the ball after years of it being held at Beauxbatons. Even in the past month it was nothing short of chaos, students from both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang filtering in to take part in the festivities. Hogsmeade was now unbearable to walk through, students flooding the streets in hopes to get the best dress and robes for the occasion. Aesop was lucky enough to have something close to formal stuffed away in his luggage. He dreaded the event, but he had to admit, everything did turn out in spectacular fashion.

The great hall itself looked to be made into some kind of enchanted forest. From what he remembered from the multiple faculty meetings. It had been the job of Professor Garlik and Shah to oversee the theme of the event. To his amazement, they had gone above and beyond.

The entire ceiling of the hall was a sea of stars, galaxies and nebulas providing wonderful splashes of colour. He had even noticed a few shooting stars, amazed how Shah was able to produce such an image. Yet, it was Garlik who really stole the show in his eyes. Throughout the room there were multiple floating lanterns, replacing the usual candles. The gargoyles and pillars had all been replaced with willow like trees, the hanging bows seemingly crystalized. Between each one were crystal garlands, each one with shimmering adornments hanging. Every Time they caught the light, it would make shimmering rainbows throughout the room. To say he was impressed was an understatement.

The ball had been well underway, the beginning dance held by the head boy and girl from each house. Aesop could hear Matilda’s excitement as she bragged about teaching them all the steps. Honestly, until now, Aesop had not even known that Professor Weasley was a dancer. Honestly, for such a ridiculous spectacle, everything was looking pretty spectacular here. Not that he could do any better, anything like this was so far out of his field. He definitely was not a formal event kind of man.

Aesop decided to quit being a wallflower, making his way around the room. On the occasion, he separated a few students getting a little too close to each other. He never understood how events like this could get people so… heated. The few times Emrik had taken him out to events like this with his other friends, Aesop was nothing short of uncomfortable, rarely talking or dancing with anyone. At least now he had the excuse of his leg. He wished he could be back in his room, taking in his ink and parchment than inspecting hormonal students. He kept telling himself if he could stick it out for another hour, they would not need his assistance anymore.

Aesop kept weaving through the crowd of students, some going down to sit at the tables, others heading to the dancefloor. He could hear a few students complementing his wardrobe, Aesop just rolling his eyes as he did his best to ignore them. But as he started to return to his original post, he heard her name being called from a student. As he turned to look, he felt the entire world around him freeze.

Lenore entered the great hall, following Sebastian and Ominis, who had entered together with their arms linked, earning a few cheers from fellow students. But he could only see her as everything else fell away.

Her hair had been perfectly sculpted on her head, different swirls intermingling with each other to show her stunning face. He could only assume one of the students helped her apply light rouge, her cheeks glowing with a light blush. It was her dress that made his heart hammer in his chest. The dress was a complimentary off-white, trailing behind her, a black bow following the back. Her shoulders and bodice were accented by delicate pearls.

Compared to all the other bombastic dresses, she looked like an angel.

He did not notice when his eyes fell back on her face, that she was staring back at him, her eyes also wide with wonderment, or shock, he could not exactly tell. All he knew right now was that the room was getting very warm, Aesop fiddling with the collar of his shirt to try and loosen it.

After her entrance, Aesop tried everything he possibly could to keep his distance, watching occasionally how she laughed with her friends. Natsai had been able to steal a dance from Sebastian, coming back to admire Lenore’s pearls. He had noticed a few men, particularly Weasley and Prewitt, trying to dance with her, but Lenore mostly sat with Ominis, before finally, he two had been stolen away for a dance by Mr. Sallow. He could tell she was uncomfortable, mentioning more than once during her visits that she never liked large crowds. But seeing her here, looking like that, Aesop was not going to lie to himself and say he wished she was not here.

Aesop had not realised how much time had passed until he looked at his pocket watch. It seemed the hour time limit he had given himself had turned to two. He had been in conversation with Professor Garlik, who had been giving him the step by step guide on how to properly crystalize certain foliage, when he noticed Lenore get up, her face strained as she quickly started to leave.

“Sharp, are you alright?” Garlik’s voice bringing him back. With a swift hug and thank you, he excused himself, curious as to what had happened with her.

Bringing his flask to his lips, he sipped his alleviate, making his way out of the great hall. He was only able to see the doors to the courtyard close, following suit. As he stepped out into the cold night air, he felt a snowflake fall to his cheek, then another. The entire courtyard had a thin layer of slow, and luckily for him, footsteps leading to the staircase towards the viaduct bridge. Slowly, he followed, now just able to see her figure walking down the steps, the lanterns catching the shimmer of her dress.

For a moment, Aesop just watched, hesitating. He was sure that following her was not the best idea, if anyone were to see the two, even just talking, who knows what kind of stories would be spun. But as he was about to turn away, something in his heart ached, and like being pulled by an invisible rope, he made his way down the stairs, following her footsteps in the snow.

Much to his surprise, they had both ended up in the Quad Courtyard, the music still able to be heard, but much more distant now. Lenore was standing in front of the Serpent Dragon statue, her back to him. He was amazed she was not already shivering from the cold, the light from the lanterns casting a gleam on her flushed skin. He slowly walked toward her, the sound of his footsteps in the snow alerting her to his presence, making her jump. Aesop, without thinking, quickly put his hands up.

“I-I’m sorry, I just saw you leaving in a hurry and was worried you were sick or something happened.” He cleared his throat, unsure why he sounded so.. Nervous? He noticed Lenore relax her shoulders at the sight of him, a soft smile gracing her lips.

“No it is alright Professor, I am fine.” Her hands clasped in front of her, shoulders tensing slightly. “You know.. Just not one for big crowds like this.” Aesop could not help but chuckle, slowly sidling up towards Lenore, standing beside her.

“I'm sure it will be no surprise, but neither am I.” They both laughed lightly together that time, Aesop noticing Lenore was much more at ease now. Looking around, he noticed that the courtyard was entirely empty, apart from the two of them. The only other voices and sounds were the faint laughter and music from the ball.

“I'm shocked, Professor Sharp!” Lenore feigned surprise, her hand dramatically moving to her chest. “I for one thought you were the kind of man to revel in these events! A true debonair” Lenore’s giggling filled the courtyard, Aesop unable to keep the smile away from his lips. He adored her laughter, remembering how it had taken over a year since the incidents of her fifth year to hear it once more. He could not help but roll his eyes at her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous expression Lenore had never seen before, but the sight made her tremble slightly.

“For your information, Miss Arkanos, even before my leg was injured, I had been known to be quite the dancer.” He was not lying really, the few parties that Emrik had dragged him to, he had danced with a few women. To say they were left breathless by the end was an understatement, Aesop needing to literally hide from them by the end of the evening.

The expression on Lenore’s face showed she was unconvinced, her brow arched curiously. “Really… the stern, gruff Professor Sharp is a known dancer?” For a moment there was silence between them, before they both broke into a fit of laughter together, taking a seat beside each other at the statue to rest. They both found them conversing about the ball, Aesop sharing his distaste for hosting a ball for an event like this. Lenore seemed to agree, though sharing it was good to see her fellow classmates having an excuse to have fun.

“I must admit, I do enjoy getting a little fancied up, it is my first ball after all.” Lenore could not help the creeping blush as Aesop looked her over once more, his eyes making her shiver. When her eyes met his again, she swore her heart stopped.

“You…. You look beautiful.” His voice was barely above a whisper, Lenore melting at his words as another shiver travelled through her.

Lenore knew what she was about to ask could be possibly the worst decision of her entire life, but as they just looked at each other, a strange surge of bravery took over. From their time together, Professor Sharp taking care of her after the poacher incident, introducing her to his art, the two trying their best to experiment with cures for his leg, Lenore felt if she could not be brave now, there would never be a chance. Straightening her back, she cleared her throat, the violins starting a new piece adding to her courage.

“Professor… um… I know this will seem strange but, I know tonight will never happen again, and I just..”

Aesop could feel his skin tingling, that suffocating warmth coming over him as he looked at her, leaning into her words.

“I just want to have something away from all of the noise and people, and with you here. Professor…”

“Will you dance with me?”

It was Aesop to complete the question, Lenore’s eyes wide with shock as she stopped breathing for a moment. For a moment Lenore couldn't speak, her breathing becoming rapid as she stood nervously.

“On… one condition.” Lenore tried her best to not sound so nervous, convincing herself her voice shook from the cold. Yet she could not deny how warm she felt.

Aesop stood with her, taking a step towards her so that they were only a foot apart. His raised eyebrow was enough of a sign to let Lenore continue.

“I want this to be something… special. I… feel something between us, and I don't want it to be tainted by who we are now…” He could tell she was scared to go on, he could feel that fear grip him two. They weren't stupid, they both knew there was something they were not addressing. Both had tried to suffocate any sort of attraction or feeling after that night he brought her back to heal. Yet, the moments they were alone, they both caught each other staring, the shock of their hands accidentally grazing eachother, the tension of their close proximity. They both knew of the risk, his age, her being a student, and they kept that respect, but this moment here, something in him shuddered and broke.

Aesop knew this was one chance, one moment, he did not want to slip by.

He nodded for her to continue, taking another step closer.

“For tonight… in this moment… I want this to be like the stories I have heard, you know, those corny ones.” He could not help but chuckle lowly as he saw her shoulders soften.

“I want tonight to be the night we met. I want to remember it that way.”

For a moment he paused, letting her words sink in. To forget about everything they were now, to just have it between her and him, away from the school. It sounded like a dream to him. With the rest of any resistance melting away, he smiled down at her, giving a bow.

“May I have this dance, Miss…?”

“Lenore..” She spoke through her growing smile, her heart skipped a beat as he slowly, gently, reached for her hand.

“Lenore.” It was the first he had spoken her name, the feeling of her name on his lips was one he couldn't describe. Lenore’s breath caught in her throat as his eyes locked to hers, his lips meeting her knuckles in a chaste kiss, facial hair tickling her hand.

“Aesop.” She whispered against her hand, straightening as he closed the distance between the two, his other hand snaking around her waist as he held the one he kissed outwards. Lenore’ free hand moved to his back, Aesop feeling her warmth brand his skin.

“Aesop…” Lenore repeated in a whisper, and as the distant music swelled, they began to waltz.

Their eyes never left each other as they danced through the courtyard, the music flowing between them as they kept in perfect time with each other. Aesop was more than impressed with her ability to keep in time, holding onto her more tightly. At a point Lenore felt him let go, twirling her underneath his arm before sweeping her up again, her excited laugh only spurring him onwards. Neither of them looked away, reflecting each other's smiles. His body felt strong against hers, the warmth all but dissipating any kind of cold from the winter air.

They continued to dance as the music slowed, the two of them following. Without thinking, Lenore’s head rested against Aesop’s chest, the man taking in a sharp breath at how close she was. It all felt so perfect, like a dream. All that mattered was that she was here, in this moment.

Aesop realised something in that moment. Something that shot daggers into his chest as their dance slowed to a stop.

He could not lose her.

As she lifted her head, their faces mere inches apart as the clouds from their breath intertwined, they both jumped at the noise coming from the viaduct entrance. Quickly, Aesop grabbed Lenore by the arm, pinning her against the wall underneath the awning in the courtyard, both completely shrouded in darkness.

The fear in Lenore immediately started to give way to a much more different feeling, Aesop’s body now pinned against hers as they remained as quiet as possible. She could feel his pounding heart against hers, both in time. Her hands ended up against his chest, the smell of cedar and a hint of smoke coming over her, making her legs go weak. Aesop turned his head to meet hers, their eyes completely blown with fear and desire. The pair of laughing students began to grow more distant, one of the doors creaking as they exited the courtyard.

Neither Aesop or Lenore moved, both just breathing against each other as their eyes never broke away. Neither of them were certain of what exactly to do, but something about this felt right. He agreed with her condition, that tonight, they were only Lenore and Aesop to each other.

And with that condition in mind, his lips captured hers.

Aesop wrapped his arms around her as Lenore clung to his chest, his stubble tickling her mouth. Their kiss was not one of desire, lust or passion. It was one that conveyed a sweet, beautiful, and tragic love. A love fostered by their time together, of those small moments. Both of them knew it could never happen again, that this moment would be the only of its kind. His hand moved to cup her face, calloused hands meeting soft skin. As they slowly broke apart, they looked at each other for a moment. Neither of them did not need to say anything, they knew that this would be the only time it could happen. But Aesop did not want to let go, he knew he had stepped over a point of no return.

But for her sake, and his, he slowly stepped back, Lenore gasping against the wall. For a moment, neither of them spoke, until Lenore stepped forward, taking his hands in hers and placing her own kiss on his knuckles. She looked up to him with a smile of pure adoration.

“Thank you Aesop. I-,”

Before she could finish they heard the headmaster’s voice travel through the courtyard from the main hall, obviously amplified by a spell letting them all know the Yule Ball was officially over. The two knew that the dream had to come to an end, but before they went their separate ways, Aesop took her hand, leading her to the back of the courtyard. Removing his want, his hand still in hers, he whispered a spell.

“Orchideous.”

In their clasped hands a pink light appeared, soon appeared a bouquet of red carnations, Aesop taking one, breaking it off the stem, and placing it in her hair. With one last chaste kiss, he stroked her cheek, trying to have this moment imprinted into his mind forever.

“Lenore.” He breathed against her before taking his leave, Lenore frozen in place as she watched him disappear into the courtyard.

“Aesop…” She touched her lips, the kiss still burning.

For the rest of that night, neither of them could sleep, replaying the same memory over and over again.

___

The old shack groaned as it was pushed by the wind, the shattered windows and tattered curtains providing little to no reprieve from the cold. She was lucky enough to have been able to make a fire tonight, sitting as close to it as possible as she held the flower to her face. The gramophone played their song, her eyes wet and red. She was glad to have remembered the spell he used, one of the only things that made her feel he was close in any way.

As the song drifted into the winter night, snowflakes falling as winter finally came, Lenore replayed the memory in her mind. Of their dance, their kiss, and the illusion of him there in front of her on the street. The shack creaked once more, and Lenore replayed the song again. And again. And again.

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A Strange feelng: Prolouge

Descrption: the proluge to a new series im starting! the reader (Emma) joinedthe sourcers when her life crumbled after the blip. She thought she had lost everything until she met him, Doctor Stephen Strange and now my friends she has a strange feelng that everything is going to be better. hopefully he feels the same way.

You don’t know what you’re doing here, you’re supposed to be studying the history of kamar taj yet you find yourself staring at an open portal to the new york sanctum, his sanctum. His words filtered through your head ‘whatever you need I’ll try and get it for you’ you hope that offer extended to emotional support. Someone to tell you you were being stupid and not to quit something just because it’s getting hard. Just like Jasmine had always reminded you. But she wasn’t here anymore, she was gone and so was mum. And that's why you’re here ignoring the way your heart is pounding out your chest, and how you’re sure the bottle of bourbon you have clutched in your hand will break. But you take a step forward, you made it the difficult bit. Now all you have to do is seek emotional comfort from the sourcer whom everyone but you and Wong believes is detached from the rest of the world, gripping what little control he had left of his life, just like you.

The new york sanctum was different from the others, it felt inviting in its own way if you ignore the crumbling ceilings and rickety staircases it was somewhat humble, it felt like a shield for the planet. You heaved yourself up the multiple staircases to the room you knew he’d be sat in. It was raining outside, the soft rumble of thunder humming in the distance not quite becoming a storm but far from calm. You saw his silhouette outlined from the dim light in the window slouched slightly in the chair, the clinking of the ice in his already poured drink being the only sound besides the thunder.

“You shouldn’t sit in the dark, it's bad for your eyes. As a doctor I figured you’d know this.” Your voice started him a little as he turned around.

“Emma,What are you doing here?” He says in a mildly irritated sound.

“I’m sorry you just said if i ever needed anything and i- I brought bourbon.” You tilt up the bottle and his face lightens up a bit

“Is that the good stuff you hide in your room?” He watches as you nod and flicks his finger illuminating the room with candles that had been placed around the room. You then somehow as if by magic end up next to him, his arm chair becoming a sofa big enough for the both of you to sit at a comfortable distance. “So? How can I be of assistance to you?” He says refilling his glass and filling yours.

“I don’t know really, i just got sick of being alone i guess and you’re the only person i can stand being around lately, other than wong but the sorcerer supreme has higher duties than listening to my blabbering mouth.” You take a drink from your glass wincing slightly, it was stronger than you thought.

“And how did you know I'd be awake? It is 3:25 am.” He laughed

“Because you come across as a pretty sleep deprived doctor I must say.”

“Well takes one to know one, really whats wrong?” He moves his arm to rest on the couch cushion his fingers just slightly away from your hair. You pretend to ignore the way his robes tense around his surprisingly muscular arms.

“Its been 8 months, today i mean, since the blip. Which means to me its eight months since i lost her and i just struggle seeing what all of this is.”

“This?” He tilts his head

“Me sat here in these less fashionable robes with Doctor Strange, the wizard who helped save the universe. And me, a vet tech who got let go from her job due to a purple space guy and is now learning how to teleport. It doesn’t make sense.” You choke on the last few words you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

“You really think, I understand all this? I go to bed everyday with a floating cloak at the end of my bed after spending the whole day making sure our reality is correct. But i do it because its what I believe is my purpose.” He stops for a minute watching as a lone tear falls from your eye “you didn’t come here to fix everything, you knew you couldn’t change what happened, and you stayed because you thought you could find your purpose. Don’t give that up.” He looks away at the rain pattering against the domed window. “I had lost everything when I came, I came to fix my hands, but I was taught something, this cost me alot but life is full of sacrifices. Don’t give up because things aren’t always in a straight line.” He turned to you, his eye’s glistening as if he was tearing up.

Those words, they were the same as what jasmine told you, and they were both right, she never gave up, so why should you.

“You know my sister used to tell me that.” You laugh, wiping your eyes.

“From what I hear she sounds like a good person.” His hands graze the loose strands of your hair, he stops when you notice but then finds his hand in your hair again when you don’t object.

“She was great, really. I sometimes struggled to understand how she managed everything. She was the one who told mum to get treatment, even recommend some of your research. The handsome guy with the salt and pepper hair my mum would say.” You blush slightly at the last sentence and are then struck with a mild amount of boldness “personally I’d agree.”

“Well at least we established i'm handsome tonight.” He took a smug drink from his glass

“So why were you up?” You ask

“It's not important.” He shakes his head

“C’mone I won’t tell anyone you have feelings.” You nudge him slightly.

“Fine, well i’ve had something on my mind recently. But im not quite sure how to approach it.” His arm moves from your head to his kneck, he looked nervous.

“Well maybe i can help?” You prop yourself up slightly like a teenager listening to the latest gossip.

“Well I don’t know it's sort of a big thing.” He laughs “there's someone i cant get out of my head and i was wondering if she feels the same but im not sure how to approach the situation.” He looks away again playing with the rim of his glass. Your chest tightens a little at the words of him liking a girl, but at the end of the day it was just a crush and you had to swallow your pride and deal with it.

“Well show her how you feel, its not always the best to wait on theses things.” You pretend to smile pretending like this wasn’t bothering you.

“You really think I should go for it?” He turned to you, with one brow raised and a sheepish grin on his face.

“What's the worst that could happen?” You nod and shuffle slight as you swirl your drink, he cleared his throat and put his drink of the coffee table. You looked at him for a moment and could almost be sure he was looking at your lips. He began to lean in closer, pressing his lips against yours. You weren't expecting it, so you didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away. Eventually he pulled away with a blush.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me-“

“No no- i just, i just want to test something.” You grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him back, this time he didn’t hesitate he locked you bodies together holding you close allowing his tongue to dance with yours for a moment. You eventually parted allowing yourselves to take a breath

“Huh, how was it?” He asked wiping his mouth

“Pretty good, can I just get a second opinion?” You ask and he nodded, pulling you in again to repeat the process. “Yeah well i have to say, pretty successful move, she liked it.” You blush eventually pulling apart.

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A/N: this si just a prolouge so is very subject to change, I really like doing the reader pov with a character i can mould myself a little this is because im not a huge fan of y/n feel like it doesn't give me the freedom to write and develop my characters. And in regards to Thats not how i'd do it, i will be alternating between chapters when i cannot think of something fo the other so hopefully this allows me to become more active. I'm really excited to see where this goes and hope you are too! <3

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #dr strange x you #dr strange x reader #dr strange smut #dr stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x female reader #marvel fanfic rec #marvel #doctor strange sorcerer supreme

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otphotline · 1 year

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Brett hand x Reader (chapter 1)

Word count: 623

Other chapters:

Warnings: cursing

Fuck. Ok. You had just been employed at a job you didn’t think existed because it would be absolutely goddamn insane if it did. But nonetheless you were here, at cognito inc in charge of childhood positive subliminal messaging. Who even made such a thing? Honestly you didn’t care. You were going to get paid well and have honestly a long lasting career. This was perfect, I mean who gets to go to a secret facility and dote about how every hoax is real and have every little thing that you believed of as a child walking in front of your eyes.

Today was an easy start, introduce yourself to your team and then go about your day and get comfortable in your office. But due to the unmeasurable amount of curiosity in your veins you decided why not take your cup of coffee and explore the premises a little bit. So that is just what you did. You made your way out of your department and through the halls, peering in windows of rooms that just seemed way too surreal to not be tripping ballsack. But hey this was your new reality and you were living for it. Granted there were still normal things like gossip and vending machines. Honestly evened each other out, and you were happy about that. It was like edging for your sanity and you were here for it.

As you walked around you felt a short rumble in the pit of your stomach. That's right. You skipped breakfast because all you wanted to do was get to work this morning. So you figured you would go to the vending machine that you passed a minute ago. You rummaged through your pockets for change and got yourself a slim jim, honestly- not the worst thing for you. You waited for a moment before you realized that the snack was not falling. You’re fucking kidding right? You sighed and tapped on the glass of the thing to try and get it loose before you gave up, turning around.

That was until you saw a young man take attention to the frustration. He basically skipped over to you “Hey there! I’m Brett- I can’t help but notice you struggling. Want me to maybe help ya out- this thing has a little bit of a trick to it”

You would nod and motion towards the machine “I’m [y/n], Go ahead. I can’t seem to figure it out” you gave a little chuckle and crossed your arms. Brett would smile and do some cockamamie little combination of hits and nudges before the stick would finally fall into the compartment below. “You made that up on the spot didn’t you” you cocked a brow as he handed it to you, to which he nodded “Sure did”

“I see- well it’s nice meeting you. I am the new director of the childhood subliminal department” his eyes went bright and so did his smile “Oh nice! Super nice! Well I am the best unpaid intern of Cognito and the leader’s assistant” he put his hands on his hips in pride. You would laugh and brush back your hand “well it's nice to meet you, Brett” “You too, [y/n]”

You started to turn when he would clear his throat to speak again “i-i sure hope i see you around again! Maybe get a drink!” You would look back at him “Maybe- im still getting used to it here”

“Then let me show you around- my treat! Give you the v.i.p tour!” He made exaggerated hand gestures with a smile of a muppet. The childlike wonder persuaded you and you nodded “fine fine. Come on now. Show me the wonders of the facilities”

#brett #brett hand #inside job brett #inside job #brett x reader #brett hand x reader #inside job x reader #fanfic #x reader

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caligodude · 1 year

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today i met a monster [1] [first meeting]

my first attempt at writing whump stuff, please be gentle with criticism. i just wanted to write some monster hunter x monster stuff.

notes

this is a reader insert story. i will not be using "whumper" and "whumpee" as names in this because i want to call the characters something different. i will be using y/n sometimes (y/n means "your name" so imagine your own name in the place of y/n). this will probably suck, i am a new writer and new to whump. there will not be any sexual content in this story.

trigger warnings

lady whumper, kidnapping, drugging (via syringe), restraints, torture, body horror, foul language, dehumanization, guilt tripping, organ trafficking, identity crisis, amnesia, bystanders, you're kinda sorta dead sorry, captivity whump(?) (does this even count? the whumpee is going to be treated like an object more than a pet)

let me know if i need to add more warnings

It was late into the night when your shift ended. A woman had lingered by the light of the shop even after you closed the doors and shooed the last customers out. After finishing the last bit of cleaning you exited, only to have her stop you.

"Excuse me." She said, her voice was extremely low and soft. "Could you walk me to my car? There's this creepy guy and..." She trailed off and pointed down the street.

Sure enough, there was a man standing under a streetlamp in the direction she pointed. There had been a sudden spike of missing pets and a few missing people in the area, many suspected it was the work of a concealed monster. You were wary of her, being that she was a stranger, but you didn't want to leave her to fend for herself.

"Of course I will" You replied without a second thought.

Something felt off as you approached her car. The "creepy" man hadn't seemed to be paying much attention to you both as you walked away, and the stranger had been hanging around your shop all day. Couldn't she have gotten another customer to help her? Why didn't she leave when it was still light out? Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted when your forehead connects with glass. She had slammed your head into her car window. What. The. Fuck? You were too dazed to react before she shoved a syringe into your neck, and whatever was in it took effect almost immediately. Everything around you seemed to oscillate between jarringly close and worryingly far. You could just barely register the sound of her cursing as she struggled to lift you into her trunk. Then everything went black.

The strange woman let herself sink into her couch after todays accomplishment. She pulled out her phone and began tapping away at the screen.

Stranger: today i met a monster. a real rare one! i caught it off guard tonight.

???: woah congrats🥳🎈

???: u think its the one that's been causing trouble?

Stranger: im 99% positive it is. ill send you the link to the species info

Stranger: [link]

???: holy shit ur gonna be rich

???: also that explains why its been able to get away with so much recently

???: can i stop by and see it? those things are borderline extinct

Stranger: 💸💸💸 yay

Stranger: and yeah come by next weekend

Stranger: brb im going to check on it

???: 👋

You awoke in a dimly lit room, assuming it was a basement based on the presence of stairs that only led up. You were naked, laying on your side with your arms chained behind your back and your neck encased in a heavy metal collar with a 6 foot chain running from it to a wall. The only thing separating you from the cold concrete floor was a stained light grey tarp you were laid atop. Despite your lingering grogginess, you attempted to sit up. After a few dizzy attempts you succeeded. Suddenly, a black and scaly creature darted into your peripherals. You screamed and threw yourself back, only to realize the "creature" was attached to you... It was your tail? You quickly glanced over the rest of your body to find that the black scales weren't exclusive to your unfamiliar appendage. You screamed more.

A door opened at the top of the stairs and Stranger emerged.

"What the hell did you do to me!?" You screamed at her.

She pulled up a chair and sat just out of your reach. "You must be so confused." Her voice was still low, but all the previous softness was replaced with a much scarier edge. "I gave you a little something to inhibit your camouflage abilities. What you're seeing is all you."

You lunge at her but aren't able to do anything with the collar and chain keeping you inches away from her. "What the fuck are you talking about!? You kidnapped me! I don't understand... Why are you doing this to me?" You hung your head and began to sob.

Stranger scoffs. "Look at me" She's holding something, its your ID. "This is (Y/N)'s ID. (Y/N) is presumably dead because of you. I don't know where you've stashed your victims bodies but the police will find them soon" She says while glaring at you.

You stare her in the eyes, even more confused.

"Listen, you're not (Y/N). You're a memorshifter. You're nothing but a monster. When your kind finds a suitable victim, you kill them, take their appearance, and take a good bulk of their memories, conveniently forgetting you're actually a monster until its time to feed. Such a disgusting way of life." She growls the last part.

You sit there and shake silently. Your life as you know it has been a lie. You're nothing but a monster, and she... "I'm officially a monster hunter now thanks to you. You're my first ever catch." ...And she is a monster hunter.

You have no rights or protections, not even the ones protecting mere animals from inhumane treatment. The law permits humans to kill monsters on sight. You have nowhere to go even if you did escape. You're completely at her mercy, and nobody is going to save you. She gets up to leave, looking back at your sobbing frame before she leaves the basement.

"Just remember, everything bad that will happen to you from this point forward is completely deserved." She states before flicking off the only light in the basement and slamming the door.

You are alone with the dark and your thoughts.

lore notes

memorshifters are vaguely humanoid. they always have dark colored scales, a tail, bright colored irises and sclera + slit pupils, sharp claws on fingers and toes, pointed elf like ears, dark horns that grow backward and downward (like a domestic goat), a muzzle that protrudes from its face a little, and sharp rows of teeth. they are an extremely rare type of monster. they have no sexual dimorphism beyond genitalia. they reproduce sexually then parasitically, placing their eggs near the living space of a suitable host they do not have mammary glands (they appear to have them if impersonating anything that has them). they can properly impersonate any animals over 20 lbs

stranger has been trying to catch a monster for years. even though this is her first time catching one, its not her first time "working on" one. she is in her 20s and used to work under another monster hunter in her teens. she has a heavy distaste for monsters and thinks of them as lower than animals

monsters are not common but theyre still a problem. monster hunters are rewarded for catching monsters, they are also allowed to do whatever they please to what they catch. monster hunters collaborate with law enforcement in situations where monster may or may not be involved. you need a license to hunt monsters.

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i dont know where im going with this story haha. i think there is something delightfully cruel about a monster suffering the consequences of being a monster even though they cant control themselves and didnt even ask to be born as a monster. im going to start writing the next chapter as soon as i publish this. let me know if you like or dislike this.

#whumplr #whump writing #whump #monster whumpee #monster hunter whumper #pet whump #dehumanization #whump community #whump blog #reader insert #monster whump

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Baby Mirabel au redo- I have a different idea on how I want it to go so I'm redoing my first ask and then will redo the second because it doesn't fit into the new idea I have.

It was late way later than what the familia madrigal usually ends up in bed but tonight was an exception. That exception being the youngest madrigal, Antonio, getting his gift and usually that is what Casita would be focused on but tonight was different. You see 10 years ago Casita was denied a door to it's wall, the only one that it had been looking forward to sense it's creation, all because the candle decided. Casita doesn't understand why still doesn't really understand no matter how many times the candle tried to explain it saying things like 'she must figure out what her gift is on her own.' the candle wouldn't even tell Casita what the gift was and any time Casita suggested they help her the candle would say 'we mustn't interfer if we do she won't be as strong'. Casita had just starting to think that the candle didn't really give Mirabel a gift and that it was running out of magic and didn't want to admit it. But then Antonios 5th birthday happened and he could open his door. It has bothered Casita, the entire situation, but what broke Casita was Mirabel. Oh the pain Casita felt as she sang her song and begged that mean old candle for something that she already had, Casita couldn't take it. She cracks. She does something she's never done before. Puts her tile down to the candle. She doesn't remember everything she yelled to it but the one that sticks out the most is 'IF YOU DO NOT DO AS I SAY I WILL COLLAPSE IN ON MYSELF WITH YOU INSIDE TAKING US BOTH! IM DONE DOING THINGS YOUR WAY!' Of course what she didn't realize at the time is at the same moment she started to argue with the candle she had started to show cracks on herself and completely freaked out Mirabel. Which she's sorry for but it's ok because she's going to make everything better. Because they are doing things her way and her way involves giving Mirabel everything she missed out on doing things the candles way. Even if it means starting over from scratch.

*small time skip to extremely early in the morning*

Even before Mirabel wakes up she knows today is going to be a bad day. She's filled with this strange..... Offness even before she opens her eyes and that sensation only grows worse when she does manage to open them. The sight she is first greeted with is a.... Mobile? It has butterflies and little houses and candles on it and it's spinning and spinning and Mirabel can feel herself start to smile reaching both arms up to it as she starts kicking her feet because that is just so funny and cool how the pretty colors and shapes dance like- wait what was she doing?

She shakes her head a tiny bit and takes a moment to try and look around only to see bars on all sides of her....... Why does she have bars on all sides of her? Just when she takes this in does she start to notice a couple other odd things. Like the fact that she can't look as far as she was able to even with her glasses off, almost like her depth perception is wrong. And that she's weirdly wet and cold and oddly hungry like she hasn't eaten in days and not the hours that it has been. In an attempt to figure out the situation Mirabel tries to sit up only to find that..... She can't move anything expect her arms, legs and head. 'what is happening?' is the only thought in Mirabels head for a solid minute as she struggles to get up.

As she continues to struggle she hears in the room the sounds of whimpering, it doesn't take her very long to realize it's coming from her. Just when she thinks she's about to start actually crying does she hear the familiar sounds of shifting tiles and with that little warning the bed she's laying in starts to rock slightly. It's a nice feeling that makes her go quiet for a moment and she feels herself start to slink back into the darkness of sleep but she shifts just slightly and the wet feeling is back and she has to cry slightly. The minute she does the rocking stops only to begin again only slightly slower. She hears some tiles shift away going out of the room, down the hall until Mirabel can't hear it anymore. Only sound in the room now are the slight rocking of the bed she's laying in and her own distressed crying that is slowly getting louder. Mirabel startles to a wail at the sound of a door being banged on loudly (like the person knocking had been trying for a while and finally lost their patience) the sounds of a door slamming open and feet running from said room towards the nursery is lost on Mirabel since all she can hear is her own wailing which she couldn't stop even if she wanted to (which she did she very much did). The sound of her own bedroom door being slammed open and her mama's and papa's startled gaps however, she did hear.

"Oh dios mio Mirabel!" The sound of her mothers frantic and panicked voice was the best thing Mirabel has ever heard 'mama help! I can't move and I'm cold and wet and hungry and I don't know what to do! help me!' she can't see her mother both because of her tears and because of how far away she is. She hears her someone walk forward and then suddenly that someone is at one of the sides made of bars reaching down and grabbing her. The minute she's in the person's arm she knows who it is. The smell alone gave them away. Mama.

"Mirabel! Oh my Mirabel it's ok Mama's here shhhh." Her mother's voice is trying to be calm as she begins to rock her. But Mirabel can hear that slight bit of panic underneath it and while that usually would bother her she finds that she can't really be that bothered with anything when her mother is holding her like this rocking her so nicely. She's still crying but it's lowering in volume and getting quieter and quieter until she's just fussing slightly in her mother's arms as she rocks her back and forth.

"Julietta do you need me to do something for you? I don't.... I don't know what to do? Should I wake up your mama or get some clothes or-" oh no she forgot her father's here and by the sounds of it his also panicking. "Augustine, mi vida, I need you to take a breath and try not to panic. Breath with me in and out" Mirabel feels her mother take a deep breath in and then slowly release it she does this two more times all the while rocking her. "Ok good, mi vida, good. I could do with some help I need is a diaper and a change of clothes mirabel is wet and-" before mama I could finish that sentence neutral hears the shifting of tiles and what sounds like Casita pointing out something. She hears and feels both of her parents move towards where she believes casitas pointing to in her limited vision she can sees what looks like a dresser with one of the drawers open her mama clearly can see what is inside from where they are because she starts talking "Oh.... Oh dios mio..... Augustine can you check the other drawers because if it's filled with what I think it's filled with that we might be in trouble." As she walks further up to the drawer and mirabel can see what's inside. Inside the drawer is a bunch of diapers. Meaning that her other dressers will probably have baby clothes in them. Meaning that the bars on her bed were the bars of a crib. 'Mierda' is the only thought mirabel has as she stares into the pile of diapers..... That her mother is going to have to change her into one of...... 'double Mierda'.

I don't know I like this idea better than the other and wanted to share it. As always let me know what you think!

I LIKE IT I LIKE IT ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Casita has had enough of the Candle’s bs <3333 AND IM GLAD SHE TOOK INITIATIVE. Clearly had to intervene or else the cracks would have never stopped. Like fr. And Mirabel getting distracted by the mobile, it didn’t even register in her mind why is was there, just that it was nice to look at 💀💀

Poor cool parents, about to have a heart attack and Mirabel have a crisis as a baby <\33

Mirabel after seeing the diapers and realizing her current situation:

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #encanto casita #de aged mirabel au #de aged mirabel #de aged AU

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bonesandthebees · 8 months

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hi hi bee hru doing :)) (it feels so weird not having ur notifs on... help. sooon glass sooon (also im not feeling pressured or anything dw!! i wanna read it i am just struggling to find the perfect time to LOL))

i am so excited for wilbur's stream tomorrow omgggg i have no idea if i'll be able to watch it but :D still excite frrr

what's your fav song from the nice snakes album?? if you have one, no pressure if you don't. i just got emotionally attached to it after hearing it in wilbur's streams so often. i find it so comforting and very nice to listen to while i study. my fav is "Looking for Home" WHICH I FOUND OUT IS THE YT SPECIFIC ONE IT'S NOT ON SPOTIFY RAHHSSS but . i just downloaded it onto my phone so i listen to it on spotify via my mp3 file LMAOOO

anyways 💪💪 hope ur doing well !!!! <3333 my stepmom made scones this weekend they were DELICIOUSSS

lol godspeed with continuing to avoid spoilers o777 I will continue to tag everything so you can block tags if you need to

i'm SO excited for wilbur's stream tomorrow like i just want to see everyone else's reaction to him yknow and see him interacting with all the new people it'll be so fun

ok ngl I don't actually know the track names off the top of my head so without thinking I googled nice snakes and forgot to put 'album' after it and-

I don't know what I was expecting. but also I'm happy about my fuck up because that snake is very nice and made me smile to see he's so cute

anyway. I like the nice snakes track the most off the album but it's a very nice album overall. it's the exact kind of super relaxing lofi I used to listen to all the time when I was in uni. if you're ever looking for more lofi recs check out in love with a ghost, they've been my favorite lofi artist since I was in high school. 'don't cry kate', 'i think we should break up' and 'flowers' are my favorites by them but I listen to so much of their stuff it's so calming

AYYY FOR INNOVATION god i hate when something isn't on spotify and you gotta figure out the mp3 download and then the local files thing it never works right on my phone for some reason 😭

and ty yes i'm doing well!! made bread rolls from scratch today and broccoli cheddar soup for dinner so i'm very happy and full :))

#ask #icyfox17

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Revenge (c!KarlJacobs)

Happy late new year!! How is everyone sorry for not putting up a story please forgive me. Anyways today's story is about c! Karl and how he wants your love. Only because you are married to Sapnap and Quackity heir(I think that is the wrong word or not) the song is 'Revenge' by XXXTENTACIO. I hope you enjoy it.

Karl Jacob List Masterlist

Warning: death, kidnapping, and a sleeping pill

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Why do I go back to her? She doesn't even acknowledge me so why do I go? Why do I leave my partners to go see them? Why do I time-travel to an era she lives in? I'm in a better place without them. I have Sapnap and Quackity. But I need her. I want her to love me like she loves any other man. I need it. In this whole process im losing myself. I feel like each time I travel something else is happening to me. But I'm every timeline I find myself back to her. Back to my Y/n.

I closed my book. Looking out the window to see her walking and giving out flowers. It's a typical thing for him to do honestly that's why I like her so much. Her caring side in this timeline. Then he saw him. Not only him but the others as well. The man she is married to. One is from descendants from Helga(The village that went Mad) and the other is a descendant from James(the Masquerade). They were both of his fiancés but they were with him. They were with y/n. Why couldn't she look at me the way she looked at them? I want that! I would do anything for that! I shouted in my head hitting a wood.

Hearing a thump y/n glanced over at me giving a nod. Kissing both versions of Sapnap and Quackity that I didn't recall their names from this era. I wanted to but I didn't want to hate them. I wanted to be happy for all three of them but somehow I couldn't. Y/n rushed over to the thud only to see Karl curled up crying. "What's the wrong karl?" She went close to him rubbing his shoulder to me only placing my head on their thigh. Y/n just sat down next to me and stayed quiet. Y/n didn't talk till I was crying," "wanna talk about it?" How can she be so sweet to me? Yet not see that I am in love with her. She started to stroke my hair softly. My hands went to hers to hold them. Her breath stopped. Sitting up next to her. "How do you stop being in love with someone who you can't have?" There was silence between the two while she stared at her partners as for Karl to just stare at her.

"You know he likes her." Quackity heir said while talking to Sapnap. They both look at the two with Karl staring at y/n. "Well I don't think y/n likes him at all," they both glassed back over to y/n with a smile, "she only likes him as a friend come on Alex." They both walked off to their house.

I invited y/n back to my house just for dinner. She said she wouldn't mind being over or her partners. She just needed to head home to clean up and meet me at my house. I know what I'm gonna do tonight isn't gonna be good but....

Closing my book. Hearing the front door knock I open it seeing y/n in a red dress it looked nice on her. "Hey, Karl may I come in?" I nod opening it wider for her and then locking it after she comes in. She made her way to the kitchen waiting for me. I handed her a wine glass with red wine and she accepted. I turned my back to her as I took a small sip then a glass fell.

The night was quiet and she was still asleep with her hands in cuffs holding them up to a hook. All I did was stare at her. Admire her beauty up close again. Hearing the groan she started to wake up slowly. "Morning y/n" she stares at me trying to move her arms but not making much progress she glances at her cuffs. "Karl why am I cuffed please get me off this," she struggles more with the worry on her face some tears start to fall. I quickly stand up placing my hand to touch her face. She quickly jerks away. "I am the only one keeping you alive y/n," I got her jaw facing her face to me. I wipe her tears slowly. "Don't worry I won't kill you. y/n I will never kill you. I love you too much to kill you." I moved my hands away from her with her eyes red. "Please karl I need to go back to Alex and-" I grabbed the wretch and hit the brick from the wall. She had to bring them up. "No you are staying here with me okay," I brought the wrench closer to her, "they don't love you. I love you and you will love me right?" She just nods her head. "There see," I placed the wrench to the floor, "now I will let the cuffs off."

For y/n, this was her chance to make a run from him. This wasn't the Karl she knew. Hopefully, she will find her Alex and Roger.

Pulling the hook down and the key in my pocket. Turning it to let one go then shortly the other. I held her hand as we made it up to a different area. "This is my other home." She looked around letting go of her hand. She smiled slowly. Within a second she ran to the door. This couldn't be happening. I grab a knife running after her. The trees and bushes were hitting them both. The Second she got off me I made it close to her. To only see her falling. Standing over her. I got on top of her to only stab her. 3 times

There he placed her against the tree. He sat beside her with the knife in his hand. he cried wanting to love a woman that wouldn't love him back with her blood on his hand.

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Jealous Girl

Chapter Seven

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

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Previous Chapter

The sherif came to school the next day. Whoever alerted the sherif failed to say that Évangéline was involved, that or Wednesday protected her from being involved.

Lessons went smoothly that day. During break, Ophelia Hall were decorating their boat for The Poe Cup Race. News got out that Wednesday said Rowan died and that she was lying and people saw her even more as a freak.

"Ladies, come on! Let's work on those teeth." A stressing Enid spoke to her dorm mates. "More scowl. This kitty is taking no prisoners." Both Évangéline and Yoko looked towards the stressed girl, giving her a look to say 'calm down'. "If Bianca Barclay wins again this year, I will literally scratch my own eyes out!"

Even at the mention of Bianca name made Évangéline rolled her eyes. In classes today, she noticed him constantly looking at her. Yes they have started talking, but she was worried that she was just becoming a rebound.

"I would pay money to see that." Wednesday, yet again, cut her out of overthinking. Giving a smile and in return getting a nod from the expressionless girl, she returned back to painting.

"Yoko, how are you feeling now?" Évangéline asked her roommate. She had been constantly worrying that night because she stayed in the infirmary all night.

"I'm fine, it was only a small amount of garlic powder." The vampire replied. "Anyway, how is it with a handsome man you've been thirsting over more than a starved vampire with blood." Yoko teased.

At the odd reference to Yoko being a vampire and the mention of Xavier she replied, "Don't even get me started; last week we had a deep conversation about when we were younger, when I was in the infirmary."

"That's good, he remembers you in whatever he was on about." Yoko smiled.

"And then, he said I would make a great addition to the archery club and that he would teach me at the festival." Évangéline continued.

"Why do you seem so down then? This is more times you've spoken in a week compared to all of the years you've attended here!" Yoko persisted, pushing her glasses farther up her face.

"In every lesson I've had with him today, he's been giving Bianca goo goo eyes!" The jealous girl blew up. "I just feel like I'm a stupid rebound, just for him to get over Bianca; or using me to make her jealous!"

"Yoko! Evan! Come on, flare those whiskers." The voice of Enid interrupted Évangéline's tangent. "The Poe Cup droops for no one."

With Enid and Wednesdays conversations coming to a close Wednesday mentioned Évangéline. "Évangéline, I need to talk to you. It's important."

Walking away from the group, to a secluded area, Wednesday spoke up. "About the festival. No one knows you're involved. Weems and the sherif asked me. If anyone asks just deny it, this is a mess only I can fix." Wednesday explained to the taller girl.

"Wednesday, I'm so confused. We did see Rowan get brutally murdered, yet everyone saw him this morning. I saw him too." Évangéline pestered, worried out of her mind. With everything going on with Enid stressing about The Poe Cup, what happened at the Harvest Festival and then the thought of Xavier using her as a rebound.

"I'm...." Wednesday paused, thinking of her words. "I am, always. I am always if you need to talk." She struggled. Giving a laugh, they both walked separate ways.

Xavier pov

As clubs started, Xavier began shooting arrows towards targets; not landing where he wanted. The faint noise of the choir sounded the area, combining with the sounds of rustling leaves and birds chirping.

A small figure made her way towards Xavier. "You actually showed up. Ever shot a bow and arrow before?" He asked, turning away from his failed shots.

"Only on live targets." Wednesday replied, not wanting to be there.

Raising his brows at the bluntness, he demonstrated to the girl on how to shoot an arrow. "Square stance. Load the arrow like this, yellow side out. Three fingers. Pull back and..." letting go of the arrow, it landed in blue again. "Let it fly. Any questions?"

"When's the last time you saw your roommate Rowan?" She asked, surprising Xavier as he meant archery questions.

"You mean the one that was killed by a monster?" He asked in a taunting voice. "The Harvest Festival. I haven't spoken to him since." He returned to his normal voice. "But his side of the room was all packed this morning. Rowan's always been a little off, but, uh, the last couple weeks he's been more erratic." He told. "You know, telekinesis can mess with your head you know." He recalled a memory from a few years ago...

Xavier's memory

Walking into Creative Writing, late yet again, a twelve year old boy sat down in the only empty seat; this seat being behind two girls known as Évangéline Star and Yoko Tanaka. He had always found the Star girl to be beyond beautiful. The way her hair flowed through her fingers distracted him from his work multiple times.

He had always struggled with this class, so he drew pictures instead of listening. The teachers voice spoke, saying that they had to work in groups of fours. The rows of twos worked with ones in front and behind. Xavier's group being with the pretty girl he mentioned, Évangéline.

When he was working, he was constantly asking for help. Évangéline was happy to help him as this lesson was easy for her. She told him where to use a comma and what a semi colon was. He was happy in this lesson.

Somewhere in the conversation, the group was talking about their abilities. Évangéline had telekinesis, he noted. She had said, "If you're not careful with your telekinesis, it messes with you. I don't know how but it does, my dad told me."

Smiling at the memory, he returned to the conversation. "It started to freak me out." Shooting another arrow.

Évangéline's pov

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she just happened to hear what Xavier said, "so what's the deal with you and Tyler?" WHAT!

Was Xavier just girl hopping? What happened after Évangéline left Wednesday and Xavier at the Harvest festival? Does he do it on purpose?

Walking away with emotions high, she saw Wednesday trying to speak to Rowan. "Wednesday, I'm not allowed to speak to anyone." He spoke, entering a purple car.I

"You had a lot to say when you tired to kill me." Wednesday resorted, staring back at Rowan. "Told me I was destined to destroy the school, remember? Where did you get that drawing?" She spoke worried and demanding.

They continued with their conversation until Miss Thornhill came up to the car. "Wednesday, you shouldn't be here." She ordered.

"Yeha, back off and leave me alone." Rowan pushed, leaving Wednesday stood.

As the car drive away, Évangéline noticed a hand in the car. Hurrying over towards Wednesday, "What on Earth was that hand thing?" She asked worries of what happened.

"That's Thing, I'm sure you'll meet him soon. He's an Addams Family mystery." She walked off, leaving the girl dumbfounded.

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