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idontknowreallywhy · 3 months

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This is kinda niche but for the 2024 reading challenge I need to read a fic where the characters have the same profession as me… so err…

Does anyone know of any good Thunderbirds, HTTYD, Nevermoor, LOTR, Potter, Eragon, Good Omens fics where the main characters are *cough* *whispers* lawyers? Ideally criminal ones… specifically barristers / trial attorneys if I’m honest because I can’t be doing with the desk-bound stuff…

If not I’ll just have to write it. I imagine it could go something like:

Mr Tracy?

May it please your honour, I prosecute this matter and am ably assisted by my learned junior, Mr Tracy.

The first defendant, Mr Fischler is represented by Mr Tracy and Mr Tracy and the second defendant, Mr Lemaire, is represented by Mr Tracy and Ms Kyrano.

I believe I speak for all parties when I say we are ready for the Jury.

🤣 ah I crack myself up…

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #nevermoor fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #Harry potter fanfiction #Eragon fanfiction #fic recommendation requests

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winwin17 · 6 months

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Mogtober 2023 Day #18

Prompt: Jupiter North

(Quick summary: To all appearances, Jupiter has a lot of confidence, but he tends to feel differently when he looks at himself with his Witness ability, until one day Frank inspires a deep lesson.)

Jupiter North hated the mirror.

Well, that wasn't *exactly* accurate.

It was more of a love-hate relationship, but on many days, the hate was very predominant.

Such was the case on one particular day when he found himself lost in thought, wandering down a hall in the Deucalion toward his office. Halfway there, he happened to catch sight of himself in a hallway mirror.

What he saw made him stop.

His general appearance was about enough to make anybody stop on any given day, what with his bright ginger hair, flashy wardrobe choices, and all around handsome features. But for himself as a Witness, there was always so much more.

Jupiter gazed at his reflection with a perceptive eye that saw far more than the average person ever could. With regards to himself, it was a criticizing eye, most of the time. He had learned to tune it out a lot, just like how he filtered what he saw anywhere else in the world in order to maintain not only respect for other people's boundaries, but also his own sanity. But sometimes he just couldn't ignore it all.

Today was one of those days.

Standing before the mirror, he cringed as he took note of the sizeable gray cloud that was hovering around him. Stress, discouragement, and worries - that's what that represented. Jupiter was generally a pretty positive person, but lately he'd been carrying a lot of concerns for Morrigan, and how to figure out what was going on with the disappearance of the Hollowpox, and how to keep Squall from getting into his little girl's head. Well, not *his* little girl, technically, but close enough. Enough that the concern Jupiter carried for her expressed itself through the Gossamer in a bigger, denser gray cloud than Jupiter typically saw with average levels of stress.

In addition to the gray cloud, there was also that flickering light around his head, blinking in and out, suggesting an unsolved mystery, questions with answers just out of reach. Jupiter had an inquisitive mind and always seemed to be on the trail of some mystery or another. So this wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was a constant reminder of multiple pressing concerns. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he was chasing the questions or if they were chasing him.

Beneath the obvious, glaring layers of stress and discouragement, Jupiter could see some of his own older battles. Over his heart was one particular scar, old, but still bleeding a bit. That was from the death of his sister and the way he still carried some guilt for feeling like he should have been able to prevent it somehow. Very close to it was another old wound, mostly healed by now, that represented how he hurt for Jack without parents in the world to guide and support him. It was connected to a vague shape like weights on his chest. That was the responsibility he felt for giving Jack a better world now.

Jupiter sighed deeply as his eyes followed the innumerable strings of multiple colors and textures that tied his person and his heart to one thing or another, mostly life events and happenings, a few to people. In them he could read just about every moment of his history. All the joys and happiness, yes, but also all the pain, the losses, the sad times. Even more than that, he could see all his personal flaws and shortcomings and guilt for every instance he felt he had not been or done enough. These dark, dreary smudges tended to overpower the marks of good things, laughing at him, mocking him.

"You're not enough, you're not enough, you're not enough," they chanted. They repeated over and over until they filled his head with their echoes, like the complex layers of some polyphonic music. He could almost feel the ambiguous shadows that leered over his shoulders.

Along with this was a dread as black as the blackest night, surrounding his heart like the cold waves of a threatening ocean. Sometimes their tide was low, sometimes it was high, but it always existed in some measure. Jupiter knew he was seeing the fear of failing Mog. It was the dread of making one wrong move and letting her be torn away by Squall or overcome by the voices of her past that said she was cursed - or worst of all, of himself somehow accidentally letting her down and losing her trust. Jupiter shuddered at the slightest notion of it.

Here and there and everywhere, he was marked with scars and shadows and shatters of various shapes and size. How could he ignore them? Why did he ever look in the mirror anyway, when these constant reminders of who he was always glared at him from his reflection?

"Admiring yourself, Jove?" a voice came from behind him.

"Hm?"

Jupiter was suddenly pulled out of his deep thoughts. He hadn't noticed Frank approaching him.

"Oh, no, never," Jupiter answered, mustering up the smirk and playful, half sarcastic tone that almost always threw others off the trail of his true thoughts in these cases. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh, only because of the half million wonderful things that make you Captain Jupiter North," Frank shrugged. "Ask anyone. What's not to admire?"

The vampire dwarf gave Jupiter's arm a friendly bump and meandered on his blissfully ignorant way, but his words turned Jupiter back to the mirror again.

"What's not to admire?" he'd said. "Half a million wonderful things."

Jupiter squinted at himself. He was so used to seeing his flaws and his burdens, so used to both examining them and yet also ignoring them, that he rarely took much note of his positive traits. But now that he thought about it, what was there?

Determination - there was that - like the constant beating of a heart that just wouldn't give up. Values that had an appearance similar to beautiful plants with roots that buried themselves in the deepest part of his core. Intelligence and an inquisitive nature that looked sort of like the flashing lights of unanswered questions, but were more of a constant glow around his head, almost halo-like. Similarly, the radiance of a positive and caring nature shone in the center of his chest near the sternum, much like the constant candle of kindness Dame Chanda carried within herself. And a consistent life purpose, made greater than ever by the new addition of his investment in Morrigan.

Right then, something shifted, not so much in Jupiter's actual sight as his perspective, and suddenly he saw a person alive and aglow with a beauty and value that went much deeper than gorgeous hair or fine clothes.

Why did he not remember ever seeing himself like this? It had all been there. He'd even seen it before - only he hadn't *seen* it. Even as a person who was generally self aware and had a measure of value for his own positive traits, he'd somehow always felt that it was just strange to look at his own good qualities with that level of scrutiny. Besides, the weight of all his cares and concerns had so long overclouded them that he must've unconsciously trained himself only to see his person as an amalgamation of all his scars and battles and shortcomings.

He was all of that, yes, but he was so many good things, too. So many smiles and happy moments like warm little nooks in his heart to sustain him through the winters of his lapses into harsh self judgement. Brightly colored strings tying him to wonderful experiences, beautiful places, and the best of people.

And running through all of it was a massive tide of love, surging and pulsing and coursing through positively everything. There was love for Jack, love for his Wunsoc unit, love for even the family and friends who were long gone like his sister. There was love for Fen and Frank and Dame Chanda and the whole Deucalion family. There was love, newer and perhaps greater than any of the others, for Mog, sparkling with the bright hue of newfound purpose.

The river of love was so great it was impossible to tell where it began or ended, and it flowed out into so many different branches in multiple directions. But it didn't just give; the love of other people was constantly splashing into the tide that sourced from his own heart, too.

Jupiter could hardly tear his eyes away from the mirror now. This change of perspective was so overwhelming. It wasn't until he heard footsteps behind him that he looked away from the sight.

Turning to see who was approaching, Jupiter was met with the familiar black eye-patched face of his nephew.

Jack started to open his mouth as if to start a conversation, but seemed to catch something, and closed it immediately. Jupiter didn't need his Witness ability to watch Jack take in the sight of his uncle in such deep thoughts in front of the mirror and make the connection of what was going on. No words were spoken, but they made brief eye contact and something unspoken passed between them. Jack's eyes reflected a sense of recognition, and he gave a simple, understanding nod before continuing on his way again. But that confirmed to Jupiter what he'd really always known. Jack knew. He got it. He did this, too.

"Jack," Jupiter called the boy back. "There's something important I need to tell you."

He put his hands on Jack's shoulders and turned him to face the mirror.

"I want you to remember, whenever you look at yourself in the mirror - with or without your eye patch, but especially without - to always try to see yourself as a whole. It will save you a lot of trouble."

Jack nodded, silent for a moment, until Jupiter released his shoulders, then said, "Thanks. I'll try to remember that."

"Well," Jupiter said at last, reaching out to make a quick adjustment to Jacks collar. "I've got things to do now. But remember, Jack: the mirror is not your enemy."

#aaaahhh this is one of my faves!!!?#mogtober 2023 #mogtober #nevermoor fanfiction #nevermoor fanfic #morrigan crow #jupiter north #jack korrapati #frank nevermoor #dame chanda kali #nevermoor fenestra

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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nevermoorcentral · 6 months

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halloween oneshot FUUUCKKKK YEAAHHH

warning i let morrigan say fuck finally cause she needs that verbal release 😍💅🏻

-mod belle

how the fuck did this happen.

how the FUCK did this happen.

it would be INCREDIBLY embarrassing for morrigan to admit this to ANYONE.

and yet, as she stood in her bathroom, her hands covered in feathers and ash, morrigan knew she must tell SOMEONE.

maybe jupiter would be supportive? no, he would laugh.

jack? shit, that would be worse.

and so, she decided to tell nobody.

she sighed and looked in the bathroom mirror, one of the only things left unscathed by her hallows eve shenanigans. her reflection seemed to taunt her. “you really think you could pull this off, huh?” it seemed to say. “pathetic.”

morrigan looked back and squinted in retaliation. “fuck you.” she flipped it the bird.

the mirror creaked in response. morrigan chuffed and walked out of her bathroom and into her room, humbled by the experience. her room resembled an apocalypse; parts of the wall were scraped off and black feathers were still floating in the air. the air smelled faintly of smoke, which, compared against the other many rivets of destruction, was the least of her problems.

she knew her powers as a wundersmith were limited, but she didn’t expect them to be THIS out of control. she only tried to make a costume for hallows eve, as suggested by miss cheery and the 919, but instead she had apparently summoned some deep, fucked up emotions, which had unexpectedly wreaked havoc across all her possessions. even her octopus armchair had curled up its tentacles in fear of destruction.

“sorry,” she murmured to it as she aggressively ripped off the feathers stuck to her hands. “didn’t mean to.”

“so much for a handmade costume, i guess.”

#nevermoor #hollowpox #wundersmith #silverborn #morrigan crow #mod belle #fandom #morrigan #halloween #oneshot #nevermoor: the trials of morrigan crow #wundersmith: the calling of morrigan crow #hollowpox: the hunt for morrigan crow #nevermoor fandom #nevermoor fanfic #nevermoor fanfiction

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ah0yh0y · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Morrigan Crow, Ezra Squall Additional Tags: Post-Book 3: Hollowpox: The Hunt for Morrigan Crow, Nevermoor Discord server - Freeform, Morrigan is tired and full of spite Series: Part 2 of NEVERMAY Summary:

Squall is giving a lecture on progress and targets and Morrigan makes a startling discovery

mog is sleep deprived finds something out and suprises squall

Written for Nevermay Week 2: Silverfakes

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tillywunderwing · 1 year

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Ebb and Glow - Nevermoor Fanfic

Jupiter’s off on a mission. Squall’s lessons with Morrigan are in full swing. And she’s not doing any of the homework he’s giving her, because it’s the only way she can feel like she’s not entirely under his control.

But what Morrigan doesn’t realise is that—while she enacts her petty act of defiance—the Wunder she’s supposed to command is building up exponentially. And as she’s about to find out, restless Wunder starts to hurt a lot more than her wounded pride would have if she’d only listened.

But it’s fine. She can handle it on her own, and she doesn’t need anyone.

Not even when she gets sick. And especially not when she starts to act noticeably unlike herself...

Status: Complete

Word count: 17.6k

Chapters: 4

Read it on Ao3!

#making a new post for it now that it’s finished <3 #nevermoor #nevermoor fanfic #nevermoor fanfiction #nevermoor big bang

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conjectureand-gloom · 11 months

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WIP Files Tag

thank you for tagging me @fireballdance and @jittyjames <33

Rules: Post names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

my doc titles usually make sense, so just ignore that lol

baby don’t cut - based off of a song with the same title, lams angst

judas’ death - a jcs fic, jesus/judas/mary after judas killed himself

i never planned to write this - uh… yeah. eliza’s pov of the events happening in chapters 9 - 11 (?) of @jittyjames’ fanfic ‘the means to go on’

lams (taylor’s version) - lams taylor swift songfics

made to watch - a febuwhump fic :D alex and washington were captured by redcoats and washington has to watch alex be tortured

bloom like rose thorns - my alexander angst long-fic

when the clock strikes the hour- a nevermoor fic that will likely never be finished bc it’s an absolute mess. morrigan angst set at the end of wundersmith

lafferson *sighs deeply* - uh. yeah. so. i never wrote anything in this doc. i started making it when we all obsessed over lafferson and i had a whole plan. never wrote anything. maybe i will write some if people are still interested in lafferson angst-

no pressure tags!! - @eerorstep @duelamort (doppio you can do art wips like xen did) @binch-i-might-be @that-gal-kay @cecescomposition @ovrarches (you can do art wips too if you’d like!!) i’m so sorry if some of y’all have been tagged already/have done this already, don’t bother doing it if you have been!!

#tag game #wip #fanfiction wips #hamilton fanfictions #jcs fanfiction #nevermoor fanfiction

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stepboldlyjess · 2 years

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When Will This Be Over?

Chapter Eleven

‘Can you please pass me the cookie jar, Miss Cheery?’ asked Anah. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

The past two weeks had been difficult for them all. Morrigan still hadn’t returned and they missed her dearly. They anticipated her arrival home but, as much as they hated to admit it, they lost hope as each day passed.

‘Of course,’ replied Miss Cheery with a light smile. However, when she picked up the jar, it felt extremely light. Miss Cheery took the lid off and peered inside. Her face fell when she realised that she had forgotten to restock the jar. She took a quick look around the rest of Hometrain and realised how much of a mess it was. There were no tea bags, and the mugs piled high in the sink. The cushions were stacked disorderly in the corner. Morrigan’s kidnapping had severely distracted Miss Cheery and she hadn’t been able to focus on the organisation of Hometrain.

‘I’m sorry, Anah. I haven’t got anymore.’ She kept her head down, refusing to meet the younger girl’s disappointed eyes. Since the awful news had been delivered, a cookie in Hometrain had worked to brighten everyone’s spirits, even just slightly. Today, they had no cookies which meant their moods were low.

‘That’s alright, Miss Cheery,’ replied Anah.

Silence fell over the conductor and her Unit. It was rare for long conversations to be held, especially in the mornings. Occasionally on the way home, one of the scholars would bring up something they did at school that day, and the group would discuss, but this would only last for a minute or two. Without Morrigan’s input on conversations, they seemed worthless.

Miss Cheery discovered that the most unusual result of Morrigan’s kidnapping was the arguments that broke out between Cadence and Hawthorne. She would witness them fight over silly things and avoid each other afterwards.

Currently, they hadn’t spoken for two days. Hawthorne would sit with Arch on Hometrain every morning and afternoon where as Cadence would sit alone in the corner. Miss Cherry had tried to approach her on multiple occasions to support her through these arguments, but she repeatedly declined the help.

However, Hawthorne broke the silence between him and his best friend when he asked her how long it has been since Morrigan was taken.

Miss Cheery and the rest of the Unit were listening intently, but they tried not to show it.

‘Fifteen days. It’s been fifteen days, Hawthorne.’ Cadence’s voice was monotone. It held no emotion.

The dragon rider’s only response was a slight nod. Silence refilled the train.

The silence didn’t last for long, though, because Cadence asked a question. ‘Is she going to come home?’ It was aimed at no one in particular.

For the first time in a while, everyone looked at one another. Dark circles were more obvious than ever under everyone’s eyes. Uniforms were wrinkled as if they hadn’t been hung up the night before. They probably were not. A couple of the scholar’s cheeks were sunken in and their collarbones were slightly more evident. Guilt stabbed at Miss Cheery’s chest. She had failed to look after her Unit when it had mattered the most. Tears pricked at her eyes as she thought about this but she quickly blinked them away. She refused to let her teenagers see her cry. Instead, she tried to answer Cadence’s question.

‘Of course she is going to come home, there’s no need to worry about that.’

‘When?’ asked Arch. ‘When is she going to come home? It has been two weeks and Captain North has found nothing.’

The young boy was right. Each day, Jupiter was fighting for find Morrigan, but he always went to bed empty handed. No one knew where Morrigan was. She could have left Nevermoor and they would have no idea.

‘I-I don’t know, Arch,’ stuttered Miss Cheery. ‘I have no prediction for when she is going to come home.’

‘But it’ll be soon right?’ whispered Lam. Tears threatened to escape the oracle’s eyes, and when she blinked, they broke free creating tracks down her cheeks.

‘No, Lambeth,’ spoke Hawthorne suddenly. It won’t be soon.’ Hawthorne’s voice was sharp and venomous, causing everyone to look at him. Miss Cheery leant forward, her elbows resting on her knees. She had never heard him speak to another Unit member in this way. The conductor was anxious for what he was going to say next because she knew it wouldn’t be good.

‘Morrigan isn’t going to come home soon. She might not ever come home.’ At this, the group slightly pulled away from Hawthorne. Although they had all thought this, they never said it out loud as if by doing so, it would be made true. ‘For all we know, Morrigan could be de—‘

‘Hawthorne Swift don’t you dare finish that sentence.’ Miss Cheery couldn’t find it in herself to raise her voice at the boy, so instead she spoke very sternly. ‘Morrigan is alive. We would know if she wasn’t. She is a Wundersmith, and surely Wunder would start playing up if she died. So don’t think for a second that she is gone forever. Now, I am not sure what the intentions of her kidnappers are but we cannot give up hope. Nor can we doubt Captain North’s abilities to find her. He needs our support right now. We cannot disappoint him. Understood?’ The Unit mumbled in response but Miss Cheery wasn’t satisfied. ‘I said, understood?’

‘Yes, Miss Cheery,’ replied Unit 919 in unison.

The conductor sighed. ‘Good. Now please be kind to one another, that’s enough adulting for one day.’

For the first time, a conversation ended and silence didn’t follow. Instead, the slight sounds of sniffling and sleeves against cheeks echoed around Hometrain. It was a depressing scene, one that made Miss Cheery’s stomach twist and turn.

After a couple of minutes, Hawthorne stood and over to to Cadence before sitting down next to her. Miss Cheery watched as he whispered an apology and wrapped his arms around the girl. They both cried together then, safe in the security of the other.

Through his sobs, Hawthorne asked one final question as Hometrain pulled into Station 919.

‘When will this be over?’

#nevermoor #wundersmith #hollowpox #morrigan crow #jupiter north #jack korrapati #nevermoor fanfiction #When Will This Be Over?

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Addams sibling

• A heart of woe (ft. Tyler & Xavier)

• A heart of woe // part 2

• A heart of woe // part 3

• A heart of woe // part 4

• A heart of woe // part 5

• A heart of woe // part 6

• A heart of woe // part 7

• A heart of woe // part 8

• A heart of woe // part 9

• A heart of woe // part 10

Xavier Thorpe

• Stay close *seperation anxciety*

• Bloody Mary (R!Addams)

Ajax Petropolis

• Act fool

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skdjadasa · 1 year

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Nevermoor Big Bang Entry! Warning 6k + words

Summary: Jupiter takes Morrigan to a haunted house, to teach her safe investigation practices. Cadence is also there.

Thank you to @bluebutlikenotalways for the accompanying art! This will also be available on ao3. My account doesn't have the same username but it is Revolutionary57 if you want to view it there, for whatever reason.

The house Jupiter has taken Morrigan too ends up being... quite underwhelming. It looks reasonably regular, or as regular as you can get in the Free State, with their buildings. It makes Morrigan relax a little, but she knows that Jupiter hates it when she puts herself in danger, so it can't be that bad. There are some slight differences in the house. The designs on the house are a bit darker and less colourful than the usual brights the civilians seem to adore. But that could simply attribute to taste, it's not black or grey or overly dim and dull. But it is brown. The garden is showing signs of overgrowing, but it's nothing Morrigan hasn't seen before.

But Morrigan frowns when she looks at Jupiter. He's tensed, his muscles clenched and he's slowly approaching the building. "Stay back, Mog," He warns, using the stupid nickname she still hates.

"It doesn't seem that bad, Jupiter," she points out. She sighs when Jupiter simply gives her a pointed look. She hovers a good few metres from the wooden gate that Jupiter is prodding with a stick. He lets the sleeve of his evergreen velvet suit touch the gate. Jupiter's caution is making Morrigan nervous, but he had brought her to teach her about safety protocols when he finally gave up on simply warning her away from things.

"Don't make physical touch immediately!" He projects his voice so Morrigan can hear him when his head is facing away. He swings the gate open gently, taking one step forward onto a cobblestone, of some kind leading up, as part of a path to the porch.

"Come forward," Jupiter confirms, and Morrigan moves gently to stand next to him. Jupiter's bright ginger mane is stark against the shrubbery surrounding them on three sides.

"Now we'll check all the borders," Jupiter instructs, but he's relaxed significantly. He doesn't mess with safety when it's somebody else's, Morrigan knows. Most of the time, anyway, she thinks, recalling the tricksy lane, Octavia, the trials. Although some of those were out of his abilities to prevent, Morrigan would have appreciated a bit of forewarning. Like right now, for instance, where she has barely been briefed besides 'we're going to check out a house.'

It takes maybe ten minutes for Jupiter to be satisfied with the gardens and to approach the porch. He avoids the steps, and he throws a stick onto the deck, and then one onto the steps. It's all a bit anticlimactic, as nothing happens.

"It's best to get the simple checks out of the way first." Jupiter explains. Morrigan tries to show she sounds interested, but they haven't done anything yet. Jupiter swings a leg up onto the deck unceremoniously and lifts himself up and over the railing.

"Up you come, Mog! Avoid the stairs." He grins, looking pleased. Morrigan snorts, unsure what he was expecting. She elevates herself up onto the deck, using the wooden bars as a leverage. It was quite fun, even the slight unbalancing drop to the other side.

Morrigan lands on deck with a light smack, and Jupiter holds her steady with a grip on her elbow.

Jupiter grins toothily at her. "Excellent!"

Jupiter says something else about safety, "The stairs are the most obvious place to trap, as they have a smaller surface area than the whole deck."

Jupiter swings open the great heavy door, and a cloud of dust billows over them, causing Morrigan to scrunch her eyes shut and cough lightly. Jupiter waves a hand in front of his face. Nothing happens with the door, but there is some ominous creaking when Jupiter tentatively lies a foot into the house. Morrigan knows this isn't what they are looking for.

Jupiter places some lines of salt along the floor, safely giving them an exit. He claims to have never seen it work but you can always be safe. And it doesn't harm anything else. Morrigan trails behind Jupiter as they turn right into the dining room, possibly a parlour, that is filled with cobwebs. There are eight chairs seated around a table on two legs, leaning forward into something almost like a yoga position. A coat of dust is settled on the floor, kicking up as Jupiter gently pulls down webs and makes his way through. Morrigan coughs as she breathes in the thick clouds.

Morrigan and Jupiter explore the whole house, taking quite a few hours, or so it feels. Everything is run down but rather beautiful, like the carvings into the bed-heads and the old red carpets with pale patterned leaves. The windows are coated in thick grime, and nothing is functional. The bathrooms are rusted and growing plants from old leaks, but the place has no signs of toxins.

The kitchen is similar, but Jupiter still pours them cups of tea from a thermos. It's Martha's blend, and Morrigan sincerely appreciates it after the boring, long time she's spent in the house. She wasn't even allowed in any room until it was cleared.

With the house all safe, Jupiter leaves Morrigan to review the pipes out back, and to check the gas system that the kitchen has proved to not be working. Morrigan takes this opportunity to wander, sitting on the creaky stairs that crawl up a wall close to the entrance of the house. The pickets of the bannister wobble when she touches them.

Eventually, she ends up downstairs, with an old pot of kettle boiled on the stove, and a mug of warm water in her hand. She hasn't asked Jupiter, but she washed the dishes, it's fine.

A bang startles Morrigan out of her wandering thoughts. She turns and sees a glimpse of darkness disappearing up the stairs to her right. The ones she was earlier exploring.

"Jupiter?" She calls out, expecting to hear a grumble in response from somewhere in the house. There's no response, so he must be still outside. Morrigan isn't quite sure if she's scared or not. Maybe it's just the old house, but Morrigan doesn't know if old houses have doors that shut. A draft inside? It's not like she would know much about that.

Fear coursing through her veins for a split second like an electric current, Morrigan turns around on her heel, her hair flicking and her clothing whishing. She makes quiet steps up the staircase and down a hallway, which is a fair bit of effort on these floorboards. She watches everything out of the corner of her eye.

She throws a door open. Morrigan's eyes glimpse a bare moment of a dark humanoid figure. "Hello?" She calls, "this isn't funny." Morrigan takes deep breaths, and shuts the door, leaving herself in a small, empty closet, wondering where a person, possibly thing could be hiding.

Morrigan looks down, to see a crouched figure in the corner. Morrigan stumbles, pressing her back into the door. The impact makes the house shake.

"Stop," a low, husky voice says to her, while Morrigan desperately searches her mind for the protocol that would work in this situation, or at least an impulse of some kind. But as she registers the voice, her thoughts are gone, and she breathes softly. "Turn around and leave."

Like a mindless puppet, a feeling that will become terrifying after Morrigan realises later, Morrigan moves her body, opening and exiting the closet. She makes her way down the stairs to the entrance of the house before she snaps out of it, regaining control. She takes in a shaky breath. Morrigan turns and sprints back up the stairs, opens the closet, but there's no sign of what happened. She should probably mention this to Jupiter, vaguely. There was no *immediate* threat anyway.

Maybe the person would leave, the girl by the sound of her voice, Morrigan remembers. But why would the girl be here out of choice and not make her presence known? Was she hiding? A test, set up to have Morrigan's decisions analysed like the Wundrous Society did but this time to teach her safety protocols and the girl to have an ending?

Morrigan hates not knowing, and plans to find out.

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Luckily, Jupiter comes back inside very quickly. But not luckily enough, as he didn't hear anything. Jupiter peers at her a little oddly, while Morrigan stands still, nodding her head fervently. She plays with her hands, fidgeting, wondering if she should tell Jupiter.

"Uh, so, it's just us here, right?"

Jupiter frowns. "Of course, Mog. Unless this place *is* actually haunted."

Morrigan swallows strongly. "Nobody here to check it out before us?"

Jupiter has turned away from her now, walking briskly down the hall. Morrigan moves to catch up to him. He snorts, "No." There's some muttering, which isn't uncommon for Jupiter. Morrigan is more worried, but perhaps the girl lives in the neighbourhood and was wandering. Morrigan's compliance to obey her words was only a manipulative tactic, and not some strange supernatural power.

Jupiter stops and turns to her, as though he only just realised something. "Is something a problem, Mog? Anything strange?"

Morrigan does her best to smile, mind still whirring. "Nothing to worry about. Just some paranoia, probably."

Morrigan ends up at the kitchen table, sitting on the most stable chair she could find. It still rocks and the back creaks, but it holds her weight. Jupiter, however, has a bit more trouble and he drags over a moth-eaten ottoman. He sits squat at the table, facing Morrigan, and she finds it odd how short he is on the stool. His knees are almost up to his chest.

"Alright, Mog. 'Detective' work is what we are here for. It's a lot easier for me, as I can see the things that are already there. Unfortunately, this makes me somewhat underqualified. But we can start with the basics."

Morrigan nods, finding the situation somewhat tedious. Her mind was still focused on the girl, and Jupiter's method of learning was never very immediate. But, Morrigan likes anytime she spent with Jupiter.

Morrigan doesn't particularly enjoy Jupiter's education of observation skills, but she did learn a lot about the house. It was built in the Age of the East Winds, and had 2 main floors and an attic they had yet to access.

There were some specific things only Jupiter knew about the house, due to his Witness abilities, like how the inhabitants were married in the extravagant backyard, but there were some things you could gather from the house itself. The scrapes on the chairs told them they were well-used even before they started falling apart. There were some remains of a family, with a welcome mat, rusted coat hooks and scratched windows. The furniture styles show how old it is, approximately thirty years of abandonment, but still an old-style household.

"And then, over here, Mog." Jupiter directs Morrigan to the bedroom of the house, entering a walk-in closet. Morrigan is struck by the sudden thought of the girl, but she brushes it aside, as Jupiter always knows when someone isn't focused, simply by looking at them the correct way.

"The mold growing on the inside of this door and the damp smell could be a sign that this house had a lot of moths, but it could also be a sign of water damage." Jupiter blabs, Morrigan notices that those two things are reasonably unrelated. How does mold even grow from moths?

Morrigan is quick to not be able to stand Jupiter's vague explanations anymore. Sometimes she isn't even sure *he* knows what he's talking about, only taking his witness skills and attempting to connect them to real things. Once he claimed that the dust on the window proved the dog died under it. Morrigan figures unless Jupiter suddenly got the ability to understand borderline ancient, tiny cells, the two separate things were true. Some of it was helpful though, she supposes.

Later, Jupiter realises they would end up in this house for longer than he may have expected. He tries to be upbeat; claiming "No worries, Mog! The best adventures come from the unexpected." But Morrigan notices he seems a bit more fumbly than the usual calm and joyous Jupiter. He then leaves Morrigan to locate some groceries.

Morrigan is exhilarated to find she can use this opportunity to do some proper exploring of her own. After a few words from Jupiter, and a way to contact him of course. (He said he was concerned about the new place they were in, that he didn't know about and he knew more about the house than this neighbourhood.)

Morrigan only gives it about ten minutes before she cracks. She wanders into the wooden hallway, the doorframe oddly askew, leaning down and creaking ominously. She steps forward, soft-toed boots brushing against the old runner.

"Hello? Hello? Closet girl?" Morrigan isn't sure this is the best idea, but the girl wasn't openly hostile before and she doesn't know how long an ambush might take. She peers around the corners of doors, her tips of fingers coating with dust from the walls.

"You remember me. How?" The girl stands in clear light now, after Morrigan whips her head around to see a girl her age standing behind her. They seem to have similar tastes in clothes, but her hair is longer and tied back into a long plait, strands of her sitting in front of her face. She looked slightly frazzled, hair a touch askew, but elegant all the same.

"Uh..?" Morrigan said unintelligently, mouth slightly agape. She blinked several times, registering the fact that there *was* in fact somebody there. And how was Morrigan supposed to answer that question? Was she not supposed to?

The girl huffs, taking a step forward. She crossed her arms, her posture straight and confident, like *Morrigan* was the one in the wrong place.

Morrigan snorts, "Was I supposed to?" is her delayed response. "Random people in closets are pretty memorable."

The girl rolls her eyes. "It's not my fault you were too curious."

If Morrigan were a cat, her hair would be standing on end. Her brain was just short of short-circuiting. She doesn't really know what else to do. She closes her mouth and blinks a few times. "What are you doing here?"

Cadence's cadence didn't shift as she sniffs and says; "maybe you can't see me at all."

Morrigan bristles a bit more, tensing at the obvious dismissal of her question. She snorts humourlessly, inelegantly. She crosses her arms to match the girl's, and shifts her weight to mirror the girl's, although Morrigan can't quite mimic the sneer correctly, she settles for a frown. "I trust my eyes."

"Well you'd be surprised by how many people don't." Cadence mutters, staring intensely at Morrigan until she feels uncomfortable and shifts herself to a more vulnerable, lax position.

"Well, being or not, you're not supposed to be in here. Unless you're the ghost, spirit thing Jupiter and I are here for." Morrigan drops her shoulders, the tight, tense posture making her sore.

"Well, maybe I am." The girl says, a touch snappishly. Morrigan thinks for a moment, then leans out to lightly touch the girl. Who jumps backwards, and begins to retreat.

"Whatever," says the leaving figure, as Morrigan is left unsure, but at least she knew more. The girl *was* corporeal. All Jupiter's possibilities hadn't been, unless they were interacting with physical objects for a short time.

Morrigan hears Jupiter almost fifteen minutes after her impromptu rendezvous with the unfamiliar girl.

She ends up sitting at one of the dodgy chairs, kicking her legs as she watches Jupiter set down a plastic bag on the counter that creaks under the new weight. Jupiter grimaces as it but looks up as Morrigan begins to speak;

"Jupiter, what kind of creature are we looking for to be haunting this house?" Morrigan asks, feeling a bit silly she didn't think about this earlier, as she's unfamiliar with the beings that are in Nevermoor and not the Wintersea Republic. She just assumes that Jupiter would know, but after being left in the building herself, and the girl she met's charisma (if it can even be called that), she would like a basis for her own detective skills.

Jupiter looks at Morrigan for a few moments, and Morrigan knows he's doing the thing, with his eyes searching her face. He sighs almost silently, and Morrigan fights the urge to snap impatiently.

"Well, Mog, this is one of those venues they didn't have any idea about. Strange noises and breakages were the things witnesses reported before they left the neighbourhood entirely. But we haven't found any evidence of anything broken that hasn't been here for years. So it's highly likely we are looking for some illusionist spirit."

"Well, why didn't you tell me before!" Morrigan exclaims, perturbed by Jupiter's lack of communication once more. Why doesn't he tell her anything without prompting?

"I didn't have all the information before, Mog." Jupiter attempts to soothe, but mostly he looks tired. Morrigan rolls her eyes, she's been with Jupiter all day, couldn't he have explained his own thoughts about the actual problem more?

Morrigan doesn't think that the girl was any sort of illusionist, but Morrigan doesn't have any evidence against it.

Morrigan muffles a groan, leaning into the circular table, wanting to be able to tell Hawthorn everything. For once, Morrigan almost wishes to be at school for once.

Also, unrelated, Morrigan's mind jumps, where did the girl even go? The house wasn't that large and there were only so many hiding places. She just kind of slips away.

It takes a hot minute for Jupiter to leave again so Morrigan can interrogate the girl. He ends up going back into the backyard again, and Morrigan complains until she can come back in. It's not like there was anything out there anyway, besides the fear of snakes in the knee high grass out back.

"Closet girl?' Morrigan calls once more, upstairs where she was found last time.

The girl appears faster than the last time, which is a good sign.

"It's Cadence, by the way." The girl snaps, chin held high in a way that showed her pompous pride. Her legs are crossed tightly.

"..Morrigan" Morrigan forgot that names were something you offered when meeting people. Whoops. She shuffles awkwardly, all but forgetting her goal.

"What do you want now?" Cadence says brutishly, less graceful than their last meeting, despite it only having been a few hours. It was creeping closer to nighttime, and Morrigan really hoped she didn't have to sleep in this abhorrent house.

"You're not haunting this place, are you?" Morrigan's words tumble out of her mouth much more rude and demanding than she had hoped to be. Oh well, better to get to the point.

Cadence's feet make a terrible scratching sound as her heeled black shoes dragged backwards on the wood. She looks affronted, eyes widening a slight. "I'm not dead, moron."

Morrigan flinches diminutively, or though she hopes. "Well, it's just that, there's a, I'm here for a reason, because, uh, there's something haunting this house. Or something" Morrigan can feel the heat rising to her face each time another word comes out of her mouth. Where did all her collectiveness go?

Cadence looks slightly mollified, stature softening a little. "Well, it's obviously not me. But it does explain the fact that this house isn't inhabited."

"How long have you been here for? Noticed anything different?" Morrigan asks, but her soft tone doesn't go down well.

"How should I know?" Cadence's body locks in on itself, slightly defensive.

Morrigan quickly changes the subject, "well, how do you get in here then without being noticed? You must be very good." Morrigan placates.

A small grin emerges on Cadence's face that Morrigan doesn't like the look of. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Morrigan ends up almost running down the stairs following the brisk pace.

"Cadence, what?" Morrigan whisper-yells down the stairs as she takes a sharp turn around the corner, hip bumping the wall.

Cadence is at the bottom of the stairs already, timing perfectly as it only takes a few moments for Jupiter to walk in.

"Oh, hello, Mog." Jupiter says, suit he has to wear as they came immediately after Jupiter's board visit, slightly crumpled with bits of grass stuck to him. Morrigan would have laughed if she wasn't waiting apprehensively for Jupiter to notice the other girl, Cadence.

But he doesn't, and Morrigan wants to point her out, Jupiter looks confused, searching her face, but Cadence gets to him before her.

"You don't remember this conversation. You may turn around and walk back outside and climb a tree. Get down from the tree and never question why you were up there."

Cadence speaks clearly, and Morrigan shudders, not quite knowing if that will work, it's quite a long set of instructions. How often has Cadence done this? How powerful is it?

Morrigan heart tightens as she watches Jupiter's eyes glaze over and he steps back outside. Morrigan runs to hold the door open so she can watch him climb a tree, scruffing his shoes and getting his hat stuck on a low-lying thin branch, until he stops. Once he's obviously coming down, Morrigan breathes a sigh of relief and turns to a slug Cadence.

"What did you do that for?" Morrigan snaps, fire beginning to warm in her belly. She shoves it down, but that doesn't stop her increasing fury. "There was no need to do that!"

Cadence sniffs. "It was a demonstration." She clenches her jaw and turns around to leave, and Morrigan fights the urge to hell again, but it is overtaken by the urgency to check on Jupiter.

("How did my hat get up there?"

"I think the branch got it, Jupiter")

Fear courses through Morrigan as she realises Jupiter doesn't remember at all, and didn't spot Cadence at all. Maybe she was hallucinating and it has begun to seep through into reality. Morrigan growls, frustrated and she leads a frazzled Jupiter inside for a cup of tea and a distraction.

There's something in the house.

Morrigan is lying on a stripped, single bed mattress in a sweaty sleeping bag with Jupiter to her right. This was one of the bedrooms, fit for two two children. And all she can here past the faded navy walls is a horrific screeching noise, like nails on a chalkboard.

Something shatters. The noise jolts Morrigan upwards, the sheer volume of the sound leaving her wondering what could have been broken. Most of the stuff in this house would snap and bend rather than break into pieces, due to their old age. Most things are too stuck to fall even with the drafts, if they are yet to have fallen before.

A swift woosh of wind comes rapidly afterwards, leading Jupiter to glance up from his sitting position on his bed, not-so discreetly trying to look through some papers. "Go back to sleep, Mog." It has been a good couple of hours and Morrigan had yet to fall asleep in the first place. The place at night was giving her more chills than she could deal with.

Morrigan has a fleeting moment where she wonders if Cadence is alright. But Morrigan knows Cadence can take her of herself with her freaky abilities. Well, Morrigan's seen freakier at Wunsoc, and arguably she herself has the freaki*est*. Morrigan chides herself for even thinking of her, locking her jaw and swinging back against the mattress, which squeaks under her weight. The noises have changed to scratching off walls, and squeaking like scrapping furniture against wooden floors.

"Jupiter, can you hear that?" Morrigan asks, just to check as he hasn't even flinched at the noises. A window shutter violently flaps even though little wind is leaking into the house at the present moment. Morrigan squirms further into her sleeping bag to in some way feign comfort and protection.

"There's nothing, Mog, anything you're hearing is likely paranoia. The house hasn't done anything to us yet." Jupiter disputes, but through the moonlight streaming in through the grubby uncovered window, Morrigan can see his eyebrows' furrowed and his eyes slightly widened. He presses his lips together and turns back to his papers.

Morrigan lies awake, possibly sleeping for bursts no longer than half an hour by the way the moon is letting in light.

Morrigan wakes up for the final time, and all she can hear is a constant, almost distant ringing. She blocks her ears but it isn't coming from her own head, but there's a source she can't identify in the distance. She leaves Jupiter and attempts to follow the noise, but once she's up the stairs and standing outside an estimated place, the ringing has changed directions, now coming from multiple sides.

Morrigan chases it, until she is finally standing outside a door that very clearly some ringing is sourced from. She wiggles the handle and finds it locked, the old brass latch rattling. This causes the ringing to stop from inside the room, and there's a loud noise, and some scrapping. An unidentified voice screams, but Morrigan assures herself it must be simulated as that's not anybody she knows' voice and there's nobody else in the house she doesn't know.

A few more moments pass and Morrigan can swing the door open, but it leads to the room looking as it normally is. Worn bed with bitten quilt on the left, and a double dusty dresser on the right. A painting falls from the wall in front of Morrigan, making her startle. She loosens when she realises it was the one Jupiter and her found when they first went through the house and they put it back up.

The incessant noises still rolling in her head, Morrigan struggles to keep herself contained. She ends up once again sitting at the table, drinking tea until the noises fade out into the background where she isn't overwhelmed by them at every turn.

If Jupiter can't hear it, maybe Cadence can?

Morrigan asks herself, hopeful that she isn't just going insane. Maybe it was all an elaborate prank set up by the Hotel or her unit. Or a test from the Society. Morrigan swallows, closing her eyes as she tries to rid the exhaustion from her body. She has a mystery to solve.

Honestly at this point Morrigan just needs a Cadence call button. This time, Morrigan doesn't even bother distracting Jupiter. He obviously hasn't gotten any sleep and he didn't look like he was going to move from the dining table anytime soon. Morrigan goes back upstairs, ringing that is quickly becoming familiar is settling in her ears.

"Cadence?" She asks, in a softer tone than usual, as the house is hardly soundproof. "Cadence?" She repeats, risking a little louder.

"You cannot shut up, can you?" Cadence is glowering, looking slightly frazzled as Morrigan just saw her have to slip her way into the hallway, body brushing slightly too close to a jammed doorway, catching her hair.

Morrigan immediately feels angry once more, but she grits her teeth through it. The ringing doesn't help. "I'm hearing things in this house. It only happened last night."

Cadence raises a perfect eyebrow. "So? It's not my fault you're going crazy."

Morrigan scoffs. "I know there is multiple sources from inside this house. It goes away when I block my ears. Can you not hear anything like," Morrigan doesn't want to mention Jupiter, but it doesn't seem like she has much choice for an example. "Jupiter."

Cadence rolls her eyes, and manages to look like standing here is the most irritating thing she could ever think of. Morrigan is slightly offended, but she couldn't really care less. "I cannot hear your strange noise, Morrigan."

Morrigan presses onwards, "is there any possibility that I'm not going insane?" Morrigan can't think particularly straight, with the constant noise. It's currently screeching, screaming in her ears like nails on chalkboard and squeaking balloons.

Cadence huffs, eyeing Morrigan a little oddly. "What was the purpose of you coming to this house?"

"It's been abandoned, and we are looking for something scaring people off. It's haunted- oh."

Cadence nods slowly, patronizingly. But Morrigan now has more questions than answers. Why can only she hear it?

"Cadence. I need you. I need to tell Jupiter." Morrigan says. Introducing Cadence is required so they can eliminate her effects from the haunting. Like that yes there's this girl in the house, no it's not what we're looking for. Morrigan grabs Cadence's wrist, preparing to pull her along.

Cadence immediately tenses. "No," She hisses, trying to yank back her hand.

"It's the easiest way!" Morrigan exclaims, "we need him to be on our side, and then this can all be over." Morrigan's head is throbbing from all the constant noise, and Cadence flinches with Morrigan when something else knocks over.

Cadence ends up being pulled down the stairs, halfway down she wrenches out of Morrigan's grip, but she follows Morrigan down the rest of the stairs anyway. Morrigan is vaguely aware of this, calling for Jupiter just a bit too loudly over the noise in her head.

Morrigan almost slams into Jupiter at the bottom of the stairs. In turn, Cadence almost falls into her, barely stopping herself by yanking on the frail handrail that makes a horrible creaking sound Morrigan can barely hear.

Morrigan puts both of her hands on either of Jupiter's arms, leading to an expression of alarm, which only furthers as he assesses the situation. "This is Cadence, don't worry she's fine, a bit creepy, but fine. But there's something else."

Jupiter's eyes flick from Morrigan to Cadence. "What in Nevermoor? What is that awful noise, Morrigan?"

Morrigan is desperately trying to calm herself, words coming out in unintelligible gargle. Cadence is still behind Morrigan, unmoving.

"I think we'd better sit down," says Jupiter, leading them both to the kitchen.

Morrigan sits tightly, tensely, wishing mournfully for the sounds to die down. She can hear Cadence tersely explaining as far as she knew, but not much else except the noise whatever was haunting this house was making. Morrigan wondered if that's what happened anytime anyone entered the house, on the second day one just could hear the being and no one else could, not unless they touched or made eye contact or something.

Morrigan attempts to explain what she found when she chased the noise around the house, but it doesn't help Jupiter eliminate many of the options.

"Maybe we can lure it out?" Cadence suggests, looking imperturbed by anything in the conversation. Calm and collected despite Morrigan's cower, flinching. Jupiter is hovering over by her, making attempts to comfort without touching that Morrigan barely registers. She thunks her head down on the table.

"That could be an option," Jupiter says, in his thinking tone of voice. Morrigan can practically hear the gears turning in his head even over the constant noise the haunting is creating.

Morrigan is practically dragged out into the small foyer in front of the stairs to the second floor of the house.

"Do we have anything it wants?" Cadence asks, looking around the room, eyes flitting over every exit. The small room feels even smaller, as the chaos around upstairs moves almost in a panic, to the kitchen, to a bedroom, to a hallway, to a closet. Possibly, Morrigan can't recognise the rooms besides the general distance and direction of the noise.

"All it seems to be doing at the moment is causing chaos," Jupiter says, laying a hand on Morrigan's arm, and flinching violently. He only lasts a few moments before he withdraws.

"Perhaps we could set it up?" Cadence suggests, glancing at Morrigan. Morrigan is slowly making her way to sit on the floorboards, back scraping against the wall. She exhales heavily.

Jupiter grimaces. "We could try."

Morrigan and Cadence step out to the verandah to watch Jupiter from the window. The noise is duller for Morrigan there. They watch as Jupiter collects a few pots and pans, lying them astrewn on the floor. He also positions a lamp half off a table, and some other small things. He pulls down part of the curtain bar.

Jupiter stepped over the line of salt at the front door and then they sat outside.

"How's the noise, Mog?" Jupiter asks.

The noise had gone suspiciously quiet. Morrigan breathes a sigh of relief. But now all the other noises seemed loud, Jupiter and Cadence's breathing, the buzz of a fly, the rustle of a tree.

"Better," Morrigan tries to speak clearly, but her voice cracked a little. Jupiter nods and they waited in silence for a few good minutes, to Morrigan's relief. Jupiter begins to prep through the front window.

There was a slight buzzing coming from inside now, within Morrigan's head. She rubbed at her temples and over her eyes. It felt like it was thinking.

Then, a whirlwind, resounding crash scares her. Morrigan stands up and glances through the window, and she sees the remains of a shattered lamp, lying on the floor. Splinters of glass lay in almost an artwork, but the Haunt is not done yet.

It kicks up the dust in a terrifying storm, the pots and pans rattle and ring spectacularly, and Jupiter watches thoughtfully, while Cadence tries her best to look unimpressed while still fighting Jupiter for the best view through the dirty window. They keep themselves a fair distance from Morrigan, to avoid the sound.

"So the spirit haunting thing can interact with the world physically but somehow it doesn't send sound vibrations to anyone but Morrigan, and anyone interacting with Morrigan." Cadence says, watching. Jupiter nods, humming agreeably in a loud enough tone for Morrigan to interpret.

Although for a few more moments Jupiter and Cadence seem content watching the show, Jupiter suddenly moves towards the front door and throws it open.

There's a sudden howl of wind as everything rushes to the door in full force. Only to be forced, jolted back in a violent flinch that leaves everything settled for a bare split second before completely dispersing, rattling all the picture frames on the walls as it splits to leave in every direction.

Jupiter looks at the salt at the floor. "Mog, has the spirit ever made noise from the outside?"

Morrigan thinks, trying to clear her head as the noise slowly starts to build up again. "I think the back shutters? Maybe the pipes along the backyard?"

Jupiter nods. He pauses for a few seconds before Cadence prods him with three of her fingers before he explains, "some of the back windows open, so the Haunting can get out, but it doesn't go around the front. I'm going to need to test something"

Jupiter says all this while stroking his beard, something Morrigan believes might be the only point for the shocking ginger scruff.

"The Haunting spirit can recognise a lifeform, or movement of an object perhaps, but it doesn't know when someone is behind the window, as we saw. So if we.." Jupiter trails off, and strides into the house purposefully. He runs his hand through his hair.

Morrigan is sincerely hoping this is over soon and whatever Jupiter tries works.

Jupiter has previously lined salt around the room, and all Morrigan has to do is sit behind a chair, watching Cadence, who hasn't been noticed but has parked herself under the desk next to Morrigan. They just need to wait. Jupiter is hiding behind the bookshelf, pushed forward.

Morrigan knows the thing can sense. The poltergeist, as Jupiter has guessed, based on the evidence. It's a better name than the Haunt or Haunting anyway.

Morrigan can see it. Well, she can't see it, as all poltergeists and poltergeist like creatures only physically manifest themselves when they want to, according to Jupiter. But she can see the magic, Wunder clinging to it when she calls it instead of her. Not enough to be dangerous or a Wundersmith, but enough to show it's amount of power. It shooting across the room, trying to escape but it is trapped with the power of something called 'invisible walls in a can' that Jupiter has sprayed all over the place.

Seemingly frustrated it can't get out, the poltergeist starts to cause havoc, breaking what it can.

Jupiter steps out from behind the bookshelf, finishing the square of salt, securing his trap. Morrigan cowers, and Jupiter immediately shields himself too. Cadence dives for the door, attempting not to disturb the salt. Morrigan follows quickly after. She's seen everything now, Jupiter can do his thing *by himself*.

Morrigan is reluctant to leave Jupiter in the room by himself. She could at least stand outside! But the poltergeist is fighting back, and the noise is distressing her, too much to bear. She can at least put some distance between them. So Morrigan follows Cadence, sprinting down the stairs and out into the front yard.

Cadence takes the stairs, which suddenly slant into a small ramp, knocking Cadence onto her backside, sliding down into some loose stones and overgrown grass. Morrigan giggles as Cadence let's out a guttural *oomph*.

Cadence stands up, brushes herself off, swings her braid and fixes her hair, before sending Morrigan a dirty look. Morrigan purses her lips together in an effort to hide her smile.

Morrigan climbs over the fencing on the porch, before sitting down near Cadence. Morrigan smiles at her, grin growing broader as she hears the noise from the house dying down and no screaming coming from within.

Cadence moves to sit down next to Morrigan, grumbling in a way that Morrigan finds kind of sweet. This thought is immediately lost when their bodies brush together in the slightest way, making Morrigan's face feel warm.

Cadence and Morrigan sit together silently, a bit awkwardly but overall comfortably, until Jupiter comes down.

When he does, he doesn't really give them an explanation. He doesn't seem to even know, claiming, "I don't know what that was, but it's gone now." Perhaps he's just not telling them for their own conscious. Morrigan can never tell if Jupiter is ommiting information. She's just glad it's over at this point.

"I'll see you again?" Morrigan asks Cadence as they stand by the gate. Jupiter had asked just before who, exactly, did Morrigan need to say goodbye to. This elicited a groan from her.

"Maybe," Cadence smirks, "I live nearby here." Cadence balks, fumbling almost awkwardly. "So if you're ever in town.." Cadence leans forward and gives Morrigan a kiss on the cheek.

Morrigan can feel the imprint of Cadence's lips where they touched her. Her brain fries for a few seconds, and when she looks again so return the favour, Cadence is gone.

Morrigan lets Jupiter guide her towards the brolly rail, a strange feeling settling in her chest.

At least something good came out of this.

Plotholes fixes that didn't make their way into the story because I can't write conversations: Cadence is in the house because she's hanging out. Obviously.

If you find any let me know and I'll see if I can come up with an explanation for them. This is an unreliable narrator because Morrigan is not omnipotent.

Hope you enjoyed it and a big thanks again to @bluebutlikenotalways! If you find any grammar mistakes that are bugging you for me to fix let me know!

Also sorry about the terrible pacing I'm still learning to write properly.

#nevermoor #nevermoorbigbang2022-23 #mordence #alternate universe: canon divergence #fanfiction #nevermoorbigbang #Jupiter North #Morrigan Crow #Cadence Blackburn #I did not write this well #This never seemed to finish but it only ended as 6k words #ahhhhh #AHHHHH

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greatest fear - larry stylinson 1D reunion au

hold on - larry stylinson mental health au

orange juice - larry stylinson break-up au

gone - zayn's death au

they're singing deck the halls - larry stylinson advent calendar fic

challenge collections (including wolfstar, rwrb)

whumptober 2023 - masterpost.

whumpcember 2023

whumpuary 2024 - masterpost

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1d:

caffeine factor - ziam mayne coffee shop au - on hiatus.

letters from my bedroom floor - poetry compilation

hamilton:

watch the sun rise - fic post

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forever - fic post coming soon

2011 - fic post coming soon

super secret surprise mwahahaha

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i take fanfiction requests for almost any tropes and pairings, in the fandoms listed above. no explicit sexual content, no non-con/underage, no a/b/o dynamics, and no y/n fics requests for one shots will most likely be written and posted within two months, depending on my personal schedule, and the complexity of the request.

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(i am at some point going to assign you all like. emojis or tags or something. it is just 1:18am and im delirious so not right now.) (also this is absolutely everyone i follow who follows me back. i would like to get closer to a lot of these people, as i dont talk much to most of them other than the geese. i also am always up for meeting new mutuals but im socially awkward so you gotta reach out lmao.)

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this post is regularly updated for challenges/works/links, etc.

#blog intro #intro post #mutuals #ask answered #alex my love❤️#akeyla's little sing songs #ellis is at it again #love yall

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idontknowreallywhy · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jupiter North, Morrigan Crow, Jack Korrapati, Israfel (Nevermoor) Additional Tags: Jupidad, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Khad asked for angst/comfort and so they shall receive, Ao3 let me format in peace I’m begging you, Songfic, only towards the end tho Summary:

All his life, Jupiter struggled to find a purpose. No matter how hard he tried, he always felt sort of hollow, as if there was something missing.

Then Morrigan came into his life, and things slowly began to change.

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Written for Khad under Lumau’s Wundrous Gift Giving exchange!

#nevermoor #jupidad fanfiction #I read Nevermoor through the lens of this fic #it’s old but I’m bumping it in case you didn’t see #because it is perfect and makes me cry happy tears

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winwin17 · 6 months

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Mogtober 2023

#25 - Wunimals

Morrigan had always been fascinated by Wunimals. From the moment she saw the lizard-wun playing in the band on her first night in Nevermoor, she was intrigued by this new type of creature. She didn't remember there being any Wunimals in the Republic. Apparently even her conception of Magnificats had been far from accurate.

Morrigan liked unusual things, as long as they weren't too dramatically uncomfortable and didn't remind her of the curse. Nevermoor was certainly full of unusual things, and Morrigan found it almost hard to keep up with them all at first. But she kept being drawn back to the Wunimals. Perhaps what baffled her most was why they didn't live in the Republic. Why would anyone ban Wunimals, or disrespect them so much that the Wunimals didn't feel safe to live there? They were weird and wonderful, and they were *friends.* Not threats or circus displays or laughingstocks.

Just the other day, Morrigan had met a crow-wun for the first time. Morrigan was delighted to learn that he was an artist. He even showed her some of his collection, which mostly focused on shiny bits and bobs he'd snatched from different places and made into masterpieces of all sorts. Some were made into statues and figurines. Some were tastefully added to a painting on canvas. Some were even made into Christmas tree ornaments.

After an experience like this - or any personal experience with a Wunimal, really - Morrigan couldn't comprehend why people would treat them as anything less. They were smart and resourceful and funny. Yes, Morrigan always knew she liked them, but from the day she met the crow-wun, she decided she never wanted to live in a world without Wunimals.

#not my best fic but i think its cute #thought it would be cool for mog to meet a crow-wun someday #mogtober #nevermoor #nevermoor fanfiction #morrigan crow #mogtober 2023

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pixieberry992 · 1 year

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My art for the Nevermoor Big Bang! I was paired with @frayro-called-frey and you can read their fic with the link!

@nevermoorcentral @nevermoorbigbang

[IMAGE ID: A digital drawing of Rook Rosenfeld and Lambeth Amara from Nevermoor. They are sitting in front of a large, ornately engraved fireplace, talking. There is a roaring fire which is projecting orange light on the characters and the ground before it. Lam is sitting on the left, with her legs crossed, staring at the fire and Rook is on the right with one leg before her talking to Lam directly. Lam is wearing the Wunsoc uniform and Rook is wearing a dark purplish grey dress. Apart from the fire the background is mostly dark. IMAGE ID END]

#nevermoor #hollowpox #hollowpox the hunt for morrigan crow #nevermoor big bang #lambeth amara #rook rosenfeld #fireplace #they’re hard to draw #nevermoor fanart #unit 919 #wundrous society #proudfoot house #sub-nine

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ah0yh0y · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nevermoor Series - Jessica Townsend Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Morrigan Crow, Jupiter North, Jack Korrapati, Henry Mildmay, Unit 919 Members (Nevermoor), (mentioned), Ezra Squall, (mentioned Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Book 3: Hollowpox: The Hunt for Morrigan Crow, Post-Book 3: Hollowpox: The Hunt for Morrigan Crow, Morrigan Crow Needs a Hug, Music, Nevermay, Nevermoor Discord server - Freeform, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt, Fear, slightly funny i guess Summary:

After Morrigan goes home at the end of Hollowpox she sleeps , although not peacefully. This is that nightmare.

Written for Nevermay Week 2: Silverfakes