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lokisprettygirl · 4 months

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Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Read Chapter 2 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary: Daemon gets an anonymous tip that leads him to you.

Trigger Warning: Rape and torture, 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination, Cigarette consumption, some geographical errors

“Your name is y/n right?” Rebecca asked you so you nodded, she was chained to the other corner of the room, you had no idea what the rapist murderer was trying to do here by putting you two together and you were not interested in finding out his reasons either.

You looked at her properly, she was a beautiful woman with long princess blonde hair and she was covered in bruises from head to toe, some worse than the others.

“He likes you” she said to you, making you give her a sharp glare.

“Who likes me?”

“The kidnapper..he likes you” you chuckled as she said that. Her immature wordings made you feel a little pissed off. You felt awful that you were both driven to this fate together but what gave her the assumption that he preferred you.

“He kills women in a very cruel and sick manner. He's a psychopath with no concept of guilt or empathy inside him ..trust me honey…he likes no one but himself” your voice had a hint of annoyance as you spoke to her to which she responded with a smile.

“I'm Rebecca by the way..do you think we will get out of here?”

“Not unless he finds us”

“Daemon?” you looked at her at the mention of his name.

“How do you know about him?”

“He was talking yesterday..well he was talking to himself.. about Daemon and you” you nodded as she said that. Why was he so obsessed with Daemon? Was it just because he was handling the case?

“Why do you scream so much when you know it's of no use and is only going to bring you more pain?” you asked her to steer the conversation, the motherfucker had told you that he'd cut off her tongue if she keeps doing that and that possibility scared you.

“It's just a survival instinct..why don't you scream?” She asked you and you didn't have an answer for that question. Not really. All you knew was that you didn't want him to break your bones or cut off your tongue.

“Do you think we will get out of here? Go back to our random lives?” She asked you again so you sighed deeply.

“I just know he's doing his best out there to look for us ..” she chuckled as you said that.

“Well If your boyfriend was so good at this job he'd have caught the killer by now”

“Ex boyfriend..and He's our best hope..if anyone can get us out of here it's him”

“I hope so”

While you two were talking he came back and he started with her, he raped her, and she couldn't stop screaming, so he beat her to pulp, you could only cower and cry in the corner of the room.

You felt helpless and weak.

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This morning Daemon was woken up by a nightmare, it was about you being hurt and tortured brutally and that has put him on a bad start for the day. He had put the clues together and he had police officers patrolling the Ravenhill area.

Somehow deep down, his instinct told him that that's where he'd find the killer and he wasn't entirely wrong, residing people there had told him that they had seen an old rusty vehicle around in the area but it wasn't blue or a Honda..

Time was of the essence here, he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself if he had failed to protect you.

He needed to act fast and he was determined to do so, he even spent a day going incognito and patrolling the area but it was in vain. And then, he received an anonymous mail, containing a location mark - it was his only lead. Without hesitation, he started driving towards the specified area - a forest outside Belfast. As he drove deeper into the woods, he came across a house in the middle of nowhere.

His eyes widened in shock as he spotted the old Honda parked outside the house. But that wasn't the only vehicle there - there were three or four more such old and rusty cars parked over there, almost hidden by the vegetation. The realization hit him like a brick.

He quickly grabbed his radio to call for back up.

“This is Detective Targaryen, calling for immediate backup. I need all available units to 765.598.6632 immediately. This is a high priority situation, I repeat - this is a high priority situation. I also require an EMT at the location, there are possible injured individuals”

Once the backup dispatch confirmed he stepped out of the vehicle, he was struck by the silence that hung over the area. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that was consuming him 24/7. As he stepped on the porch he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, a minute later a woman opened the door. She was tall, with striking hazel eyes that caught his attention immediately. Then, he was struck by the strong scent of perfume as she greeted him. Her face was carefully made-up with heavy layers of makeup which seemed off to him.

“Hello child, what do you want?”

“Good morning mam..I'm from BPD ..I need to as you a few questions regarding a woman that went missing from the area”

“Oh..sure, give me a minute sweetie”

She spoke in a thick English accent as she excused herself and closed the door.

Even though her words and actions appeared innocuous, he couldn't shake off the sense of unease he felt. It has been a few minutes so when she didn't return he knocked louder this time but got no response. His instincts screamed at him. He took out his gun, and quickly made his way towards the back exit, only to find it open and he saw footprints leaving into the woods.

He wanted to run into the woods but he knew that would only be a waste of time, so he immediately entered the house and his suspicions were solidified. What he saw chilled him to his core. The bottles of lotions lay scattered around the house, some unopened and some completely empty.

But what truly struck fear into his heart were the lifelike statues lying around the house. At first glance, they appeared to be ordinary statues. But as he approached them, he saw that they were made from the embalmed skin of the three victims butchered by the barber killer. Each statue had its own wig, made from the victims' own hair.

He looked around the house but there was no one else there. As the back-up arrived every inch of the house was searched and they found a hidden basement.

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You heard the noises coming from the floor above and your heartbeat speed at the thought of being found. You looked at Rebecca and she started to cry and scream as she realized that there were people over there.

Suddenly, a loud sound of pounding boots and shouts filled the air. The door swung open, and several armed police officers burst into the room with their weapons drawn. As they charged in, Daemon followed close behind, his gaze locked on yours instantly as if he was only looking for you and as soon as your eyes met with him the world seemed to come to a halt. Despite the chaos that was swirling around you, he seemed calm and composed like he usually was in such situations.

All you wanted to do was run towards him and hold him close, to feel his warmth and safety. But you were still restrained and unable to move, unable to reach him, they were working on freeing you from the restraints..

And then you saw Rebecca crying, screaming and running towards him for comfort as soon as she was freed. He was taken aback for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

“Oh god thank God oh god please please please” she cried inconsolably in his arms and he tried to calm her down but both of you needed much more than just comfort, you needed medical assistance, your life wasn't going to be the same moving forward.

So you didn't get to be in his arms, you didn't get to witness him telling you how much he had missed you or how happy he was that you were okay because you blacked out, as soon they had you free of those chains your body finally shut down.

When you regained consciousness, you saw the doctors were scurrying around you, trying to take several tests and take care of the wounds you carried, though there weren't many, not physical. You began to panic again because if this was a dream then you were afraid to wake up in the basement again, trapped and at his mercy. The memories of the hell you had endured came flooding back, and you felt a wave of fear and uncertainty wash over you. As your blood pressure spiked the doctor injected a needle in your arm which only made you struggle more but then you slowly drifted into sleep.

As you opened your eyes next, you saw your mother next to your hospital bed, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at you with love and worry written all over her features. Your friends were all around you as well, their faces a mix of shock and relief.

“Oh god y/n..my baby” your mom hugged you tightly but she didn't get much in response from you.

“How's Rebecca?” you asked her and she was bit surprised by your question,

“She had deeper injuries, she was beaten up but she's getting all the care now …she's not talking to anyone.. except –” she hesitated to finish her words

“Except?”

“Daemon.. she's only talking to him”

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Daemon took a seat next to Rebecca, his eyes filled with concern as he took in the extent of her injuries. Her body was covered in bruises which he didn't see on you and he was thankful for that..though he knew the mental trauma you must have now would surpass any physical pain anyday.

“Is there anyone I can call? You don't have an emergency contact..why is that?” he asked her, his voice was gentle as he didn't want her to be afraid of him.

“I have no family “

“What about your friends dear?”

“No friends..I'm not close with anyone"

“Alright.. you're safe now so get your rest. Let me know if I can do anything for you. I'll need to ask a few questions later and take your statement”

She nodded and gave him a smile as he said that.

“You're my hero Daemon..I'll tell you everything you need to know “ she mumbled meekly so he gave her a small smile.

As Daemon walked into your hospital room, he was greeted with a bustling crowd of people. However, as soon as they caught sight of him, one by one, they excused themselves and left the room. Your mother was the last one to leave “I'll be back soon,” she told him, so he nodded.

You weren't looking at him, not really. Your eyes seemed to be fixed on something far off in the distance. The bright light he was used to seeing in those beautiful eyes had disappeared which had made him feel a deep sense of sorrow, regret and guilt again.

“Y/n” as he said your name you turned your head to look at him.

“Can we do the questioning thing later?”

You really thought he had come to take your statement?

He walked towards your bed, took his gun off from the holster and placed it down on the side table before he took his jacket off and placed it on the chair next to the bed.

“That's not what I'm here for” you kept your eyes at him as he said that.

He got into the bed carefully to not mess with the iv drips and he immediately had his arms around you, the moment you felt his warmth and the safety of his arms you broke down in tears and then you cried and cried and cried. His own eyes welled up at the sight of you breaking down like this but he knew he had to be the strong one and he knew he'd have to take care of you not just in physical sense but emotionally and mentally. The trauma you had suffered because of this incident wasn't something you'd forget anytime soon or ever really, no amount of therapy would wipe the imprints the killer had left behind.

“You're safe love..and I won't let anyone harm you again..I'm sorry sweetheart..I'm so sorry I didn't get you sooner” he mumbled softly in your ears and that only made you clutch onto him for dear life. You felt afraid of being alone, you felt scared of that psycho coming back to harm you, to rape you and then to skin you alive.

Since your physical injuries weren't as bad as Rebecca you were allowed to go the next day. They tested you for his DNA but found nothing on you. Your mother hired a lawyer, and you had to undergo psych evaluation for the psychological and sexual torture you had suffered. Your mother was living with you but you know she won't stay forever, she'd have to resume her life but yours felt like it had stopped. You weren't the same person anymore as you used to be, you were broken and damaged and so very afraid to be alone.

Two days later you were getting interviewed by Mary Allen for the Belfast news. This was going to be your life now, you'd be known as the surviving victim of the barber killer for the rest of your life.

Daemon was present there too to support you and you saw Rebecca hugging him as soon as she saw him, she had taken a strong liking towards him, it was understandable, he saved her life and the brutal fate but that didn't mean you didn't feel a certain way about her sudden clinginess towards him.

“I don't know if I want to do this” Rebecca said to him so he gave her a comforting smile. She was a beautiful blonde, tall and attractive in her own regards, her personal life was a mess though, she had a tough upbringing and it was something he was able to relate with.

“You should, both of you ..are not just victims, you're survivors and you need to talk about your experiences, it would be good for you..trust me”

You focused your attention towards your phone, there were plenty of messages from Pierce, you hadn't seen him since you had been rescued, he was a nice guy, but a bit too nice. He had the same eyes and so did Daemon but you knew Daemon would never hurt you.

You looked up as Mary entered the room and introduced herself to you and Rebecca.. she seemed very professional with her business suit and brunette hair tied neatly in a bun.

“Hey stranger” she winked at Daemon and he gave her a glare before his eyes met with you, he walked towards you so you gave him a smile.

“What's going on between you and her?” You asked him so he chuckled,

“Nothing..it's just sex” he told you nonchalantly and you were taken aback by his response.

“You're sleeping with Rebecca?”

“What? No i…”

“Ohhh you didn't mean her–” you got up before he could explain himself further.

As you sat down for the interview a microphone was attached to your shirt and she asked a very generic question at first which was about your individual experiences as if you were sharing pleasantries over tea.

“Well it's hard to talk about” Rebecca spoke so you nodded in agreement.

“Of Course we didn't have the same experience as you can see–” you looked at her as she pointed towards her bruises, surprised at the way she worded it “But I'm glad I got the worst end of it and he spared y/n for most parts”

Mary's face scrunched in sympathy as if she felt bad for her suffering.

“Did you do that on purpose? Did you scream on purpose so he won't hurt y/n?” Mary asked her and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Well yes he took his anger out on me..all my life i have been that person that did nothing for anybody else but herself and when I realized that there was another girl in captivity this voice screamed inside me that told me to step up and protect her..so I took his brunt–” she started weeping mid sentence so Mary placed her hand on hers to offer comfort.

You sat there dumbfounded as Rebecca undermined your suffering and and at the same time made it sound like a sacrifice she had made just for you.

“That was so heroic of you ..to put someone else over you while in that situation is a really brave thing to do”

Rebecca wiped her tears as Mary comforted her.

“So y/n, tell me about the mother, you mentioned before that she sang you a lullaby every night?” Mary asked you but before you could answer Rebecca chimed in again.

“What woman ? I never met her”

At this point you were just done with the interview.

Once it was concluded you detached the mic and stepped out of the room, Daemon immediately followed you as he saw you storming out.

“Y/n” he called out your name but you didn't stop so he closed the distance between you two and grabbed your arms to hold you close.

“Hey ..look at me” he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, your cheeks were already soaked with tears by that point.

“It's hard enough.. hard enough as it is without people trying to make me feel as if I didn't suffer enough..that i got it easy-” your lips trembled as you spoke,

“You suffered darling..I don't know what those two…fuck it's all my fault..I'm soo sorry”

He hugged you tightly and that's all you needed in the moment.

“I want to go home daemon.. please”

“I'll take you home”

On the way to your home you didn't say anything to him but he knew he had to make you open up to him, he had to leave immediately after he dropped you but there were two police officers patrolling outside your house even though your mum was living with you. Daemon didn't want to take any risk again.

Later that day he stormed inside Mary's office and pulled her aside

“What the hell was that?” He asked her and she chuckled in response.

“What do you even mean and don't talk to me like that”

“That fucking wreck of an interview..she's a fucking victim..she has been through hell and you made her feel awful ..you undermined her suffering”

“I just asked questions and she didn't say anything, Rebecca did ..how is it my fault?"

“Yeah it's not your fucking fault Mary..you aren't going to publish that interview you hear me?”

He warned her before he stormed out of the office. The interview got published anyways, both in paper and it was uploaded on YouTube as well.

He knew he had to focus on the case, the killer was still not caught and he had to look for him before he'd hurt anyone else but all his thoughts were filled with you, you had been through a life changing experience and he didn't want you to feel as if you didn't have him by your side when you needed him the most.

Not again. He didn't want to let you down again..

As he went to your home your mom was in the living room.

“Thank God you're here, she has been in the bathroom for an hour…don't worry she's okay I checked..it's just ..just make her come out..I'll go buy groceries” she told him so he nodded and as she left he locked the door from inside before he went to your room.

As he entered the bathroom he found you soaking in the bathtub, your head was placed on the edge of the tub as you stared out of the tinted window even though you couldn't really see anything. He sat down at the edge of the bathtub.

“I didn't scream Daemon”

“What do you mean sweetheart” he asked you softly, seeing you like this flashed several memories of the older times he had spent with you in a bathtub like this, just relaxing after a long day at times and then making sweet love at others but those days were easier, free from such pain and suffering.

And You belonged to him before, you were his, how did he allow you to slip between his fingers so easily? He should have fought harder to keep you, he should have been more present.

“You know you watch movies and crime documentaries and you think you'd know what to do in such a situation. You think you'd be wiser and smarter and braver but i--" your voice choked on your tears "I wasn't any of those things. I didn't scream when he took me..i didn't scream when he raped me, i froze..i froze and took everything like a coward”

His eyes welled up but he didn't say anything in response, you felt his fingers caressing your cheek so you turned your head and looked at him finally.

“Come on, let's get you out of there okay?”

“I'm naked”

“I have seen you naked plenty of times.. more times than i can count”

He picked you up from the tub, didn't care that his clothes were getting wet, he dried your hair and put you in comfortable clothes but his sweet actions that once brought you comfort now made you feel scared.

“What is it darling..talk to me” he asked you as he noticed your body shivering against his hold.

“I see him.. I see him all the time. I don't wanna…i wanna see you…you're all i thought of while I was in there .. and now I'm here with you but I see him touching me.. hurting me” he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“Look at me darling..you have to look at me and you have to see me..you're safe now and I won't let anyone hurt you again”

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you out of your head and it took a few minutes but he managed to bring you out of that headspace. As your breathing levelled he pulled away from you slowly.

“I have to go but I'll be back okay?” he said to you as he made you sit down on the bed.

“You don't have to babysit me "

And there she was.

“I'm not babysitting you..I'm taking care of you”

You nodded as he said that.

He was almost out of the door when he turned around to look at you.

“Im glad you didn't scream”

“Why is that?” you chuckled bitterly in response.

“Because that saved you from a hell lot of additional pain” he walked towards you and leaned down to cup your cheeks before he kissed your forehead.

“That was a smart thing to do in that situation, having that fear that you must have felt and still not screaming..that must have taken hell lot of bravery than one could imagine..that's why you'll always be my scrappy little girl”

He kissed your forehead once again before he left. And as soon as he was gone you broke down in tears again. You wanted to stop him and have him come back to you, you wanted him to hold you and make you forget that you two had ever broken up, but you didn't even know whether he still loved you or not. He was seeing other people, having sex with them, he must have moved on.

A few days later as your mother left, he asked you to pack your stuff because he wanted to take you to his place instead of you being here all alone with your weakened state of mind.

You didn't say anything or attempted to refuse to go with him like he had expected. Perhaps you wanted to be with him as well.

Once you reached his house you took a deep breath, you both moved into this place together and when you broke up with him you moved out so being back here felt nice. There were several find memories in the four walls of this house that you cherished deeply.

“Ummm can I borrow a shirt or something..I don't want to unpack right now”

He smiled as you asked him that.

“You know where it is, I'll make some tea for you” he told you before he stepped out of the room to go into the kitchen. As you opened the closet it immediately smelled like his cologne, you pulled a shirt out of the closet but your eyes fell upon a box and you couldn't stop yourself from pulling it out to see what it was.

As soon as you grabbed the small Tiffany box in your hands your eyes welled up..

It was a ring, an engagement ring.

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Note : Plenty of things to come and plenty of reveals to happen..I'm excited, this chapter may feel boring but was necessary ☺️

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ravensliterature · 2 years

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You Better Live

A/N: Lol I lied

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

warnings: Just some fighting

w/c: 1329

Prompt: You find Thorin in the midst of the fight with Azog. Is it too late to save him?

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You had to make it; you simply had to! Thorin, Fili, and Kili were on Ravenhill, and you needed to ensure they were alright. Thorin would be livid that you were running up the mountain to save their hides, but your concern overwhelmed you. If they died, the line of Durin would end.

As you reached the summit of Ravenhill, the sound of clashing swords and shouts spurred you on. Hopefully, you weren’t too late. Spotting a figure lying on the ground, you dashed toward him, fearing the worst. He hadn’t moved, and he wasn’t breathing, leading you to assume the worst.

“Fili!” you sobbed, recognizing his lifeless form. His eyes were open but glassy, and a fatal wound bled profusely on his back. You were too late to save him, and the grief was overwhelming.

Snapped out of your trance by a shout, you unsheathed your sword and advanced toward the ongoing battle. Recognizing Thorin’s voice, you tightened your grip on your sword. Thorin and Azog were locked in combat, and it seemed Thorin was at a disadvantage.

Hiding behind some rocks, you waited for the right moment to intervene, knowing a direct assault could lead to Azog spotting you.

Taking a deep breath, you made your move. Creeping closer, you leaped from your cover and swung at Azog's head. He turned and countered with his mace, but you dodged and slashed at his arm, momentarily distracting him. As he swung again, you ducked and retaliated, slicing through his shoulder. He collapsed, grunting in pain, but was quick to regain his footing.

Rushing to Thorin’s side, you checked on him. He was panting, marked by cuts, but nothing fatal. He nodded at you, an unspoken agreement that there was no time to grieve now; survival was the priority.

Azog recovered and attacked anew. This time, you parried his blows, matching his ferocity with every exchange. During a critical moment, Thorin tripped Azog, allowing you to drive your sword deep into Azog’s chest.

Staggering back in shock, Azog pulled the sword from his chest and, with a hateful glare, charged again.

You and Thorin retreated tactically, trying not to be cornered. "Y/N, be careful!" Thorin called out as Azog made a vicious swipe at you. You narrowly dodged and countered, finally managing to fatally wound him with a knife from your boot. As Azog fell, Thorin delivered the final blow.

But as Azog collapsed, he managed one last act of defiance, pulling Thorin down with him. Thorin was severely wounded, his condition grave. He tried to approach you but stumbled, collapsing.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered as you supported him.

“No…” you cried, hugging him close.

“I love you,” he said, his arms weakly embracing you.

“I love you too,” you replied, tears streaming down your face.

After a moment, you gently laid him down and reassured him with a kiss on his forehead.

“You can’t leave me,” you murmured, tenderly stroking his hair.

“I know,” he responded, pressing a small kiss into your hair. “You’ll never lose me.”

“Never,” Thorin affirmed, his hand cupping your cheek. “I will always be with you.”

He then urged you to promise to stay by his side in life and death, which you tearfully affirmed. Despite the bleak circumstances, you resolved to do everything to save him.

Annually, you visited the graves of those fallen at the Battle of the Five Armies, now buried beneath Erebor. This ritual was important, especially for your twins to connect with their lineage.

“Mom!” Frerin called, “It’s time to go! I want to see father!”

With a chuckle, you replied, “Okay, sweetie, but give us five minutes! I’m doing your sister’s hair!”

Frerin playfully rolled his eyes and joined you and Dili. After finishing Dili’s hair, you all proceeded to the crypt.

“Remember, behave,” you reminded them as they energetically entered the crypt, calling out to their father.

Thorin, appearing regal as ever, greeted them with open arms, showering them with affection. You observed this touching scene, your heart swelling with love and the pain of past losses.

After paying respects to Fili and Kili, whose graves were adorned with their favorite colors and treasures, you reflected on their bravery and how much they would have adored the twins.

“It’s about time for bed,” Thorin said after a while, leading everyone back home. As you left, Frerin’s innocent comment about your ongoing love captured the bittersweet nature of memory and loss.

“They love you, mommy,” he said.

“I know, baby,” you responded, embracing him tightly.

As you walked away, filled with both sorrow and gratitude, you knew the spirits of the departed were with you, watching over your growing family. Life was precious, and you were determined to cherish every moment with those you loved.

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lordisitmine · 4 months

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📚 fic ask :) 📕📘📗

Hi, I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer this- I'm in a play and today was my birthday and I've been busy but I'm so excited to do this! Since you sent me three I'm gonna give you three! They're gonna be from all across the universe of ships, some I've written for before and some I haven't, but I hope you enjoy!

(and for the rest of you- send me book emojis and I'll tell you about a fic I've daydreamed of but never written)

One: WORKING TITLE - and the gentleness that comes (fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, roy/ed)

I've actually been sitting on a complete outline since 2019 and I've written about 15 percent of it, so it's more than a daydream, but I'm gonna talk about it anyway because I want to finish it but I don't know if I ever will lmao.

It's set ten years after the promised day: Ed is 26 and a new professor teaching theoretical alchemy at central university. Roy is a full general and serves directly under Fuhrer Grummand, who is very old and in poor health. Amestris is a semi-democracy now, with an elected senate that in turn elects the Fuhrer every five years.

Roy and Ed meet by chance at a bar, having not seen each other for a decade, and strike up some sort of... friendship??? Anyway, Grummand dies soon after, and Roy is quickly put on the short list to be the next leader of Amestris. Roy and Ed keep running into each other.

But pretty soon, a conspiracy develops that could threaten the entire nation as well as Roy and Ed's lives, and it doesn't help that they're... falling for each other? Even though Roy is still a bastard and Ed was so annoying when he was a kid. They can't possibly be in love, right?

I really do wanna write this some day

Two: Keeper of the Mountain's Heart (the hobbit, thorin/bilbo)

Hobbit fix-it fic. I also have this whole thing outlined and have written the first chapter and several other scenes. This one has been in the works since spring of 2022. I also plan to write it for realsies.

Thorin, Fili and Kili survive the battle of the five armies. Thorin is badly wounded, but makes a slow recovery. Kili is mostly fine, and Fili's injuries leave him paralyzed from the waist down (I am co excited to write wheelchair stuff for this fic). Bilbo decides to stay in Erebor, just until the spring, when it's safer to travel, and besides, Thorin says he needs him to stay.

The big conceit of the fic is that Bilbo confessed his love for Thorin on Ravenhill, when Thorin had been wounded and lost consciousness. Thorin doesn't remember anything Bilbo said. Also, Dain and the Ironhill dwarrows are invoking an old law that would see Bilbo be executed for stealing the Arkenstone. Thinking quickly, Thorin proclaims that no, Bilbo didn't steal it, he gave it to Bilbo as a betrothal gift. Because they're totally engaged. They've been in love this whole time! And since he doesn't want to die, Bilbo has to go along with it. Shenanigans ensue.

So, fake-dating, mutual pining (because Thorin is also in love with Bilbo, secretly), and amnesia, along with a huge helping of cultural differences, courting rituals and sexual tension. Tropey and wonderful and I like to just think about it when I'm falling asleep at night. And I will write it some day I swear.

Three: Scars You Left (DC cinematic universe, bruce/clark)

I ALSO have this one completely outlined and partially written. It's a soul mate AU where you get the scars of your soul mate's injuries, and if they die, you feel it happen and get a mark that corresponds with that event.

Bruce just never had marks ever, so he always assumed he never had a soul mate. It happens sometimes. No big deal. He never wanted that kind of thing anyway. Love just means you have something to lose- he knows that all too well.

Clark never got any marks- obviously. He wasn't born on Earth, and he's impervious to damage, so he never gets injured- why would he feel someone else's wounds? It's difficult to watch his parents, soul mates through and through- but that doesn't mean he'll be alone forever.

Then, the events of Batman V Superman happen, and when Clark dies, Bruce feels it. he has a starburst scar on his chest, where the kryptonite spear went through Clark. It makes no sense, because Clark wasn't even from Earth. But it's undeniable. And it's the worst truth he's ever had to come to terms with.

And then, one night, months later, Clark digs his way out of his grave, throws himself across country and through Bruce's living room window. And maybe there is such a thing as a second chance.

The main plot follows the 2007 animated movie Superman: Doomsday, wherein Lex Luthor creates an evil slave clone of Superman and wreaks havoc on the world about it. Also lots of mutual pining and angst. I really love to pack in the angst before the happy ending.

These were really more WIPs than daydreams, but that's how I daydream- I write an outline and a couple of scenes to get it out of my system so I can focus on my actual real projects, the ones I'm supposed to be working on. Speaking of work, I have to get back at it, bye!

#lord speaks #50daysat #ask games #royed #bagginshield #superbat #wip #fanfiction #writing #asked and answered

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woestruckalex · 4 months

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i just read shopping and fucking by mark ravenhill and bro wtf

#gobbledeygobble #diary

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daphnechristou · 1 year

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#Ράβδος #Δημήτρης Καταλειφός!!!

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lordoftherazzles · 2 years

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EEEEEH RAZZY...as you've outed yourself and told us that you have so many plot bunnies that are all considerably written already...

and you want to be asked about WIPs...

Can you give us one sentence more for each of those plot bunnies? Just 1 (out of context)...

and maybe a glimpse of Dragonhearted my beloved? Or Bookbinder? Or the Onion? Or all of those...I mean, I am not greedy...I might be ...a little...

Just give us a sneak peek of the sneak peek?

Thanks...

OKAY SO.

I actually don't have anything story-wise written beyond the plot bunnies and their semi-structured outlines ahaha but what I can offer you is (1) fact about each of them if that will suffice! But I will also give you little sneak peeks of the other three stories ehuehuehue.

→ PLOT BUNNIES (Winner announced in a few days!! GO VOTE!)

Space!AU - The dwarven race all have "gemstones" for hearts, and operate like normal hearts (i.e. keep them alive), but also help with longevity, stone sense, and other abilities.

Soulmate!AU - If dwarves are destined for a heartstone (a romantic soulmate), once they see their gem of heart, it will be easier to identify their given soulmate. (i.e. Dis saw a raw sunstone, and then was able to determine that Vili was the one when he came around. She could see that he was her gem of heart.) The same thing works for hobbits - they see the bloom associated with their soul partner, and then they're easier to identify. etc etc.

Goldsick!AU - This takes place after BOTFA, Bilbo never gave the Arkenstone to Bard and Thranduil, but Thorin did charge to the battlefield to face the orcs in a means of protecting his mountain (or the gold). No Ravenhill, no fatal wounds, etc. The Arkenstone is still hidden, and Thorin still believes there is a thief among the company.

Time Travel!AU - Bungo and Belladonna are both still alive at this point in Bilbo's timeline.

Modern!AU - Thorin's occupation in Vegas when meeting Bilbo was absolutely a stripper, Bilbo was just too buzzed to conclude that Thorin was not...actually...a construction worker. Uniforms, man.

Atlantis!AU - We're going to see a lot of the hobbit cast as part of the crew that Gandalf has assembled - but not a single company member among them.

Blacksmith!AU - Canon timeline is completely out the window, it has no importance here. Thorin's a traveling blacksmith and has been in charge of watching Fili and Kili for a time while Dis is elsewhere.

Reshirement!AU - Thorin is absolutely not going to just...say the words as soon as he reaches Bag End. It would be way too easy.

→ DRAGONHEARTED

Bilbo, for the first time since being locked away in this cage, pried his hands from the metal bars. His hands rubbed raw at the force he had been trying to use. “Why do you think I’m here, father? He let me go. As soon as we both saw that you were in danger from the storm…he ushered me out. Thorin is not the beast that everyone is saying he is.”

“But–”

A gold coin was pulled from Bilbo’s coat, nestled nicely in his palm before stretching out his arm to hand it over. “He wanted me to give you this. He wanted me to tell you that he was sorry for your initial meeting.”

Bungo was hesitant but reached out to grab the coin. It had the same rough marks on it as the one that he had picked up within that treasure hall. To part with it was quite the gesture, but it still left the older hobbit confused. It had only been a few weeks. What could have possibly changed? That’s when Bungo’s deep brown eyes lifted to meet the hazels that reminded him so much of Belladonna. Bilbo truly was his mother’s son.

Swallowing thickly and reaching out his free hand to gently cup the side of Bilbo’s face, Bungo bore a tired, but loving smile. “You’re–you’re just like your mother. Able to bring out the best side of any individual.” That’s when Bungo took notice of a braid fashioned off with a dwarvish bead at the side of his son’s face. It was as loud and clear as a head decorated with flowers, or being presented with one’s favorite meal as a gesture of courtship.

A gesture of love.

→ BOOKBINDER//SONGWRITER

“It’s still bothering you, isn’t it?” Nori’s tired voice broke through Dwalin’s concentration at staring at the ceiling. “Let it go, the rugrats still love you.”

“Do they?” Dwalin grumbled as he shut his eyes and tightened his arm around Nori who seemed keen to tangle up his legs and arms as much as possible with Dwalin’s. Like a vine that just wouldn’t let go. “I know it’s silly and he’s nice or whatever, but…”

“The world is constantly changing. Thorin’s happy, the boys are happy, and with me around, I guarantee you have to be at least a little happy?” Nori purred, walking his fingers across Dwalin’s nightshirt and staring at him through the dark with tired eyes. “Or do I have to try harder?”

The snort that escaped Dwalin was more like it! A little exasperated, slightly humored, and that was exactly how Nori liked his man. For as impish as he might seem, the auburn-haired fellow was quite content in ensuring his other half was happy and at peace. He loved Dwalin with all his heart, even if sometimes they were both a little strange in how they showed it. Bickering, bantering, but underneath all the chaos, there was something soft and loving there, just like now cuddled up in bed.

→ WHEN DARKNESS SHINES BRIGHTEST

“Here we are, the library, and it looks like Ori’s in here as well. He can also tell you a thing or two about where to find certain texts should you have any questions.”

Ori gave a small wave at the new company entering. “Are you giving him a tour?” The youthful dwarf asked hopefully.

“Mister Bilbo was actually interested in some of the old stories along the hall walls. Those will not translate for him, but the books within here will,” Balin explained, moving around and planting himself on a nearby seat so that both shades were now looking at Bilbo rather expectantly. What was it the hobbit truly wanted to know? “Ori is a true scholar, he can point you towards anything you want to know. Ori, this is Mister Baggins.”

“We’ve met,” Bilbo gave an affirmative nod towards the more youthful shade.

“Yes, we have.” Ori seemed to shrink a bit under the attention. “Oh, but there are plenty of books. Should we start him off with the legends of Durin the Deathless? Or perhaps the great smith! Creation is quite an interesting thing whether a dwarf or not–”

“Actually,” Bilbo interrupted, “I was wondering if there might be anything to tell me what happened to this place. To Erebor.” Bilbo made a mental note to not call this place The Lonely Mountain. He didn’t want to feed into the dismal atmosphere with his own labeling of it.

#raz answers #idnmt #A LOT OF WIPS AND YET I HAVE NEXT TO NOTHING DONE #I hope this will suffice for now!!#fic: when darkness shines brightest #fic: dragonhearted #fic: bookbinder//songwriter #raz2k

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Gruesome Twosome

DOUBLE BILL: The Speckled Band/The Murders in the Rue Morgue The Blue Orange Theatre, Birmingham, Friday 27th October 2023 A pairing of two-handers, an opportunity to compare and contrast, to trace the development of the whodunit… Also a chance to have a bloody good night out. First up is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Speckled Band, featuring the world’s most famous fictional detective, Mr…

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#Arthur Conan Doyle #Ben Mills-Wood #Birmingham #Blue Orange Theatre #Darren Haywood #Edgar Allan Poe #Haina Al-Saud #James Nicholas #Mark Webster #Nasrin Khanjari #Nathan Bower #Oliver Hume #review #Simon Ravenhill #The Murders in the Rue Morgue #The Speckled Band

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arodi · 1 year

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A little or two things to know,

to whoever might come across this post—and you might, too, stumble upon my cyber account. hey there, welcome! my name’s Alodie Freia Ravenhill, and you can call me with Odie for short. however, I absolutely love collecting nicknames, so feel free to hit me with your best ones! rest assured, I’m of legal age (21↑).

as you’ve clicked the <keep reading> button, I assume you’re keen to read more, hehe. now, let’s delve a little into some deets about myself, shall we? think of this as a shortcut to catch a glimpse of my personality, although I don’t know if this accurately depicts that... but well, Aries sun, Capricorn moon, and Cancer ascendant make up my celestial trio. Fi-dom, but I mostly roll with ISFP. and oh, I’m cool with any pronouns, but she/her has a nice ring to it.

Prior to the discovery,

please be aware that my account revolves around my daily life and roleplaying stuffs (as I am currently a roleplaying writer too). you can take a peek at this list for my current active handles but sometimes I turn my list private, just because. that being said, expect your timeline to be filled with my daily random things and current interests.

my account is FUB free, and following me first is totally welcomed! but please refrain from following or interacting with me if you meet the basic DNI criteria. also, I can assure you that my timeline is pretty much safe for work, but it would be better if minors reconsider following my account.

I might not lurk around your timeline that often, simply because I prefer to have conversations through direct messages. I also need a moment to recharge after taking part in any form of socializing. please don’t think twice if I fail to respond promptly, it’s certainly nothing personal.

once we became friends, my direct messages are always open for you. don’t hesitate to drop me a message for anything... whether you need some help, have issues to discuss, or just want to have a casual chat. I’ll be delighted to see your presence! hehe :]

Things she loves,

I’m a k-pop enjoyer, I listen to several groups (which I can’t list one by one...) as a casual listener and my ultimate favorite groups are RIIZE and aespa.

slchld and Jannabi are my two forever go-to artists, as they consistently leave their mark on my annual wrapped list. however, my music taste is quite diverse. generally, I enjoy listening to songs from any random playlists that pop up on my Spotify homepage.

I grew up watching and reading The Adventures of Tintin and Detective Conan, so it’s safe to say that mystery holds a special place in my heart. I’ve got a taste for a variety of genres as well, including horror. so if you’re ever in need of a movie-watching buddy or someone to binge-watch with, you know who to look for. ;)

can’t say that I’m a hardcore anime fan, but I do enjoy watching anime. a select few have truly claimed the title of my favorites, including Detective Conan (wbk...), Attack on Titan, Spy x Family, Horimiya, and Romantic Killer.

not-so-important note: I might come over here sometimes just to adjust this little blog with some stuffs (anything that I like, basically), and you’re always welcome here on my so-called online public journal!

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Ben & Imo- RSC review

Rebiewof Mark Ravenhill’s play BEN & IMO (follow link) at the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Swan Theatre. It tells the story of Benjamin Britten composing ‘Gloriana’ for the 1953 coronation gala, assisted by Imogen Holst, daughter of Gustav Holst. No, we didn’t think it sounded interesting either … biut it was surprisingly good. See the review.

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chipstertool · 4 months

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Gaian Story: Initial Published Prologue (Archive)

Old Title: Memories of a Mother -> New Title: The Lone Witch

Explanation (Author's Notes): For the revised version of the prologue, I've kept in the interaction between the figure and Blair plus extending the scene to a one-sided fight since I thought she would have little strength to defend herself.

By the next scene, I wanted to do an extension towards Celfy, Nox, and Issac + moved their interaction towards the next day since both characters involved would be already tired from what they were doing before and after. The characterization towards Misty is added by the third section due to appearing in the first chapter.

I've also introduced another unnamed character since I had thoughts about this particular character being important towards the MC in some way although I want her to have a connection towards Blair's family through mysterious means.

There may be scenes that are excluded from the revised version like the Sunflower Hills aspect but I would like to go back when the time comes as contextual clues surrounding Sonia!

[Spoilers Below!]

[Years Ago - Deep Woods Forest]

Footsteps sprint across the silent night as a young witch travels for coverage within the thick trees. "Damn it. She almost got me with that. If it was any deeper, it'll might leave me dead." uttered Blair as she attempts to heed on the movements and sounds of a figure whose been trailing her.

"Where did you go? Can we at least communicate with each other?" Her words were soothing and convincing yet Blair decided not to come out since it would mean defeat and potential death.

Few minutes passed as the mysterious figure begins to head away from her direction; Blair relives at the thought of not being able to cross paths with her, had she did, it would've been silence. With enough time on her hands, she made haste towards the opposite direction, nothing was on her mind than to get out of the figure's range as soon as possible. Everything seem to become effortless in her chosen strategy yet there was something slowly looming over her, the luminous figure hovering towards her direction. In the moment of desperation, Blair shifts between the thick trees as a semi-diversion as an attempt on making the figure lose her tracks.

With one turn after another, her feet kept running without stopping until the limit upon Blair's muscles began to strain her and with her short huffs, unfortunately halts on her hands and knees.

"Tired already? I never thought that a witch like you would run like a helpless deer." the figure remarked. Already down and tired, Blair tries to power her staff with lightning yet couldn't muster up the strength and stamina.

"Oh, that's a new one. I was curious if you had the same ability as your predecessors but it turns out it might've skip a generation." continued the figure. She pulls out an materialized spear-like weapon and adjusts it towards Blair's direction, "It seems this bloodline is going to be cut short, too bad it had to end on someone who isn't a challenge."

The moment the figure was about to end it all, a swift thin arrow marked the shoulder, making her wince in pain before she could take it out, another one targets her ankle; the pain seemed too much as the arrows were tipped with some kind of sleeping effect. The figure became drowsy, injured, and slightly immobile, she made her retreat in a hurry as her body started to feel heavy. With her gone, the two individuals began to show themselves from the shadows, "It seems that worked like a charm." said the redheaded elf as she lowered her crossbow. The second individual rushed towards the low twin-tailed girl to check on her, "It looks like she's worn out with some small scratches." the scarf-wearing human announced, "Let's take her to the clinic in Ravenhill since we're close to the town!"

[Minutes Later - Ravenhill Clinic]

A dazed Blair was lying on a bed while facing a florescent light while the human and elf were sitting next to her. Both pondered on the situation beforehand as things felt a bit tense between the figure and the witch.

"That girl...she looked so calm about taking a life.." said the raven-haired boy.

"Whatever the case is Nox, it didn't look good. Even though the tipped arrows affected her, we still have to be cautious about her potential return." replied the elf. A small groan can be heard from the bed as the young witch slightly gets up, "How did I get here?" thought Blair, "My head feels so blurry."

"Hey, are you alright?" Nox questioned. Blair slightly jumped at the sight of two people in front of her as she was alone in the forest, "Y-yes. I'm alright. Question is, who are you?" Unsure of herself, she didn't know if they were friendly faces or suspicious faces.

"Name's Nox and this is Celfy!" he clarified.

"You're enthusiasm is showing Nox. Are you that eager on introducing yourself in front of someone, especially a girl, you don't even know?" Celfy snarked. The duo began to conflict one another on the subject while Blair was staring at them and chuckled at the moment.

"How long did a moment like this happen?" she thought to herself, only to find the duo looking back at her, "Sorry, it's just that it's been so long did I ever get to experience moments like these. You see, I made myself isolated from everything else because of my background and my heritage." Her words rang true as her family made their identities a secret for the longest time.

"I see, if that's the case then me and Nox will respect your decision" reassured Celfy. In that moment, a toned masculine figure with a mechanical arm began to appear near the door, "What's all the sentiment I sense? I didn't expect Celfy of all people to be this way!"

Celfy pulled a strained face and turns away, "Maybe you shouldn't poke into conversations that aren't meant for you, Isaac!" "I came all this way after searching high and low in that dark forest and yet I am greeted with resentment. I am truly hurt by your sharp words, lady elf." Isaac responded in a wounded manner. The amount of liveliness coming from the room was enough to make Blair smile and wished that she could have this a little longer but it might end for her part.

"I should really leave, it must be getting late and all of you might have something important to do." Just when she's about to get up, a slight pain begins to appear and Celfy decides to stop her, "You might as well relax while you can since that encounter you had probably made your body weak."

"Also, if you trying to leave just because it'll be a burden on all of us then you might want to stick with us for the time being." Nox added.

With all the reassuring lines Blair heard was all too "warm" for her as she is conflicted on wanting to stay with them while also keeping herself in isolation although the thought about being able to live in sociable environment that she doesn't have to fear about that figure getting in the way was a precious thought. That thought began to run through her mind and started to tear up, eyes watering from the realization that she may not be alone anymore. A gentle smile appeared on her face.

[Days later - Sun (Sunflower) Plains]

Blair had recovered from the clinic after her confrontation with the figure, even after her recovery, she thought the figure would rebound yet she did not. Accompanied by Nox, Celfy, and Isaac, she felt safe in their presence as traveling with them in and out let out a pleasant feeling, no more isolated, no more loneliness. Surprising enough, she was able to enrolled in an academy of all things. The headmaster was a strange fellow yet he was kind enough to allow her in his institute, spending her time with the people she met on that day gave her so much joy with each passing moment.

Sitting on the semi-dry grass, she recollects her thoughts on her life before, her family's heritage, what happened decades ago, and that figure. All of these things have a significance and Blair wondered what had even occurred to get to this point in her family although she heard someone coming.

"You're that worried huh? You know, it's alright to come out Nox." With that, he appears with a surprised look on his face.

"Alright, you caught me but I wouldn't say worried. It's more like making sure you don't get caught by some strange entity," Nox answered.

After the encounter with the figure and Blair, Nox was intrigued by the event as there were many questions to think about although there was one feeling he hasn't able to shake out, his interest towards the witch herself. Whenever he get close to her, all he feels is a slight burning on his face and loud thumping in his heart, making it troublesome to approach her. "You're doing that thing again." "Wha…what do you mean?" "You face, it's getting red." "Oh...that...it's just the sun beaming on me" He attempted to brush it off yet Blair can see through it, she glares at him, "I know you're lying." Nox, silently frightened at the sight of her expression, she notices and turns away for a moment, hiding her face with her hands, "Ack! Sorry! It tends to pass on with each family member."

Both looking away and feelings of embarrassment lingered, Nox decides the ease the tension by giving her a smile and a pat on the head. Blair, feeling his hand on top of her head and viewing his calm smile, turned her cheeks into a rose-tinted hue.

"You know...you're right, I am lying. The reason is that my insides get a bit tense whenever I'm near you." Nox admitted.

"So you take an interest towards me or is it because you have feelings for me?" Blair acknowledged nonchalantly. With a slight dumbfounded pause on his face, he didn't how to respond, "I...I didn't think you're the one to be straightforward..." She chuckled at the thought of someone having a romantic interest yet it was another pleasant feeling.

"So, if I was not this shy girl because of how I appear to be, would you still like me?" she asked playfully. With Nox stammering his words, Blair also takes an interest towards him as both of them seem to enjoy each other's company, making the relation between the two a one to remember.

[Years later]

As the bells ring from above, a bride and groom were surrounded by colleagues and friends alike. Celfy and Isaac, most notably, being the best man and right hand woman at the wedding as they were once a group and now have different aspirations and goals with Issac being a husband and leading in his family's footsteps in industrial engineering while Celfy was working at a secretary and adviser to the current headmaster of Gearlock Academy.

With purple orchids as a gift from Nox from before, it's no wonder Blair would add them onto her snow white dress as to her, it's special between her and him. On the other hand, Nox thought that orchids fit perfectly on Blair since it sometimes symbolize charm, strength, and elegance to which made him think of her. From range of interactions they had from the academy with Blair's playful teasing to Nox's genuine bashfulness, it made their relationship more closer than before.

[Nine Months Later]

After the semi-pains of labor and contractions, a young baby girl was born. The loud cries turned into soft coos as Blair gently places her finger on her warm cheek, soothing her in her arms. Nox, right beside her, looked at them lovingly as leaned closer to hug his wife and daughter with his arms.

Sonia Briarwood is a peculiar child indeed, she would see something that neither Blair nor Nox could see, she would coo and giggle at the sight of something nonexistent even so she plays with them with her toys. As time passes, whenever Nox and Blair would tend to ask her who is there beside her, she draws a picture with her and the friend that visits her the most: a woman who wear purple, has purple hair, and has flowers on her. It was a typical childish drawing to an extent but it was endearing for the both of them.

There were so many things that Blair may not understand about her daughter's behavior although it did made her laugh and smile throughout her life that she concluded it to be a regular imagination. By the time she was about five, she declared her imaginary friend decided to leave for some reason yet this same friend brought a new one that would become her frequent sitter: a young Soulbringer named Misty Silverstein. Nox was surprised by this reveal since he has never seen a Soulbringer in his lifetime yet Blair was not fazed by her appearance, both of them welcomed their daughter's new friend with open arms. Misty would pay them back by assisting them with various tasks in and out of the house and even helping Nox out within his pharmacy that is a part of the residence.

A few years has passed within the Blakemore residence as things were lively, one event was surprise however due to a letter detailing about an expedition on a forgotten village within the Celestial Region. The one who was mentioned in the letter was none other than Nox as he specialized in medicine and polearms or spears. The rest of the family were eager yet scared at the many possibilities of what ruins can bring; Nox decided to reassure them that the team itself is capable of handling anything that would cause them trouble. Blair gave it some thought until she made up her mind on letting him go to that expedition. Although, she couldn't help that feeling on the region as it reminded her of a certain individual.

[Weeks Later - Blakemore Residence]

Dear Sonia and Blair,

I'm at the exhibition site with a couple of people I know. Remember when I told you the team were investigating on some ruins from decades ago? It turns out that these ruins belong to a group from the Celestial region yet it seems like there is some writing that details about the happenings of this specific area.

Luckily enough, our team has a translator who studied linguistics in the anthropology field since one of the languages was an ancient language that only a Celestial would know. There were also murals on the cracked walls that paint a visual image of what these ruins represent. It seems like this is about its rise and fall of this particular community. I'm not sure what it means as a whole although it does leave some clues of what happened to this group long ago.

What we've got when we arrived to the region was that there have been books about past civilizations in Celestial history told by the locals but they also informed us about ruins that were left behind due to a unspoken rule that ancient areas should be known towards future generations to acknowledge. I hope that this exhibition goes smoothly and that I get see you two when I get back.

Sincerely,

Your Dearest Father and Husband

A few weeks had passed since that day, Blair began to feel lightheaded at the thought of Nox being possibly targeted from a certain someone as she had that feeling in the bottom of her gut that girl would try to do something out of Blair's control. She wanted feel grief if this was possible, even then, she has a daughter to take care of. She wanted to feel strong, mentally and physically, for Sonia yet these despairing thoughts came rushing through, making it impossible to hold it in. Just when she was about to reach her breaking point, Isaac knocked on the door.

Opening the door, she's greeted by a warm smile, "Long time coming Blair." She didn't want him to see her in a state like this so she created a façade to make it seem that she's alright, "Long time no see Isaac. Sonia, Uncle Isaac is here!" Hearing tiny footsteps rushing through the hallway, Sonia makes her way to jump onto Isaac, "Uncle Isaac is here!", she giggled. Seeing her daughter's face smiling as bright as ever was enough to put her at ease, "Uncle, uncle! I'm going to go outside with Misty to look for something unusual!" she announced gleefully, "I'll be back to show you what I can find!" Sonia marches outside with Misty, who was right behind Isaac for the longest time, and the two of them walked together.

The clock begins to echo throughout the house filled with silence until a voice made its first breath. "Blair, I know something is messing with you" Isaac remarked on her facial language, seeing a strained smile. "Ah, so you saw right through me. Sit with me if you please." Minutes passed as the duo sat down in the dining room where there was an awkward silence in the air, Blair was having trouble on what say on her mind yet Isaac asked a question, "Is it about Nox?"

"Yes, it is. Ever since this letter, I haven't heard from him for about six weeks since that expedition to the village ruins." she answered, "It was supposed to be at least one and a half week but I'm wondering if something happened that caused this to happen."

She reminisces on the time she was supportive on Nox's decision to go on an expedition for the first time since both of them wanted their daughter to be amused at the adventurous side of Gaia and hopefully encounter the wonderous aspects of the world with people she could partner with in the long run. Now, unsure of herself, Isaac decides to reassure her in some way or form, "If it's Nox then he would have figured out a way to get out of a troublesome situation. Listen, I'm sure that whatever it is, he won't back down that easily, just you wa-" A hard knock with a muffled voice was calling.

Misty opened the door with her spare key that was entrusted by Blair and Sonia rushing towards the grownups and gave them a bouquet of purple orchids, "Mama, look what I found. It's those strange flowers that dad gave you!"

Amazed and bewildered at the sight of purple orchids in this area, she asked her daughter, "Where did you find these?" "Weird story, I saw a huge figure that look really scary at first but when I tried to move forward, it left something behind while running away from me." Blair taken in by the mere sight of these rare flowers could mean one thing: Nox was still out there, somewhere in the world and that brought her into silent tears. Misty and Isaac also smiled at the thought of Nox being alive being a possibility and Sonia hugged her mother and told her that there is someone out there who might be watching over him, making sure that he gets home safely.

#Gaian Story/GS

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