#scribbles-by-kate's stories

[chiropteracupola]

new management, new name.

#em draws stuff #oc time again hehe #haunted by your hand #the gambler: james webster #once again scribbling stuff that might not even pertain to the actual story that I'm also not writing yet #after kate's death james takes a bit of a turn and renaming the inn is certainly the more visible part of it #the former name was 'the horse-collar inn' which is in fact two different elaborate jokes #(one of which is historically accurate and one of which is about the ford edsel) #and then the new name is just. Very obvious wrt the location of the inn and Certain Other Things which are at the crossroads.

[whorekneecentral]

Your Pick

Fernando Alonso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pr!reader, a bit of an age gap (reader is mid twenties) randomness from nando's end, unspoken feelings until now, thigh riding, penetrative sex (p in v), a bit of teasing, praise kink go burrrr, creampie.

Word Count: 2,358

Author's Note: I literally only picked the middle pic for @oconso, it was for her. you’re welcome.

merry smutmas series

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Fernando enlists the help of a certain someone to get his Christmas shopping done but the list is oddly familiar.

A charity event that Fernando attended every year, some sort of mission for children and their dream of being a driver. Fernando gave them an afternoon of his time, indulging them in all of their questions and stories, sharing some of his own as well.

You were, of course, right there with him. You weren't needed for this event exactly but as his press officer, you followed him. Sebastian often joked when he saw you that you were to Fernando what Britta is to him; except for the fact that you are much younger and hadn't been with Fernando for as long.

The idea was the same, you did everything for him. From making sure he gets there on time to meeting fans and signing everything he can.

At some point during the long event, Fernando asks you if you can do him a favour, handing you a piece of paper.

"I need to pick up some stuff, you can take my car. Oh and my card." He tells you, fishing the keys and his card out of his pocket to hand it over to you.

The keys to his Aston in your hand, along with the card and a list with some words scribbled along the lines, both in English and Spanish. You'd just have to figure it out along the way.

"You don't need me to stay?" You asked, looking between the list and the man. Fernando shook his head, "I'm good here. You should be done by the time I'm done here, no?"

"Probably."

"Come back when you're done, I'll wait for you."

You nodded, telling him you'd text him when you're done before you head out. The car beeps when you press the unlock button, a slick, shiny grey DBX 707 sat in the parking lot. You smiled to yourself, getting into the car and shutting the door.

The list sat on your lap, you looked over the things on the list and the places you'd get to go.

First stop on the list was Chanel; a Chanel classic with the double flap in Tiffany blue. It was stunning, Fernando had dotted down that he wanted it in the medium size. You were surprised he even knew what that meant.

His card beeped on the machine, the woman smiles as she hands the bag over to you. You carry it as you walk down the street to Christian Louboutin.

Purses, clothes and shows lined the walls, you felt like you were underdressed but the massive Chanel bag you were carrying fit you right in with the other rich people in the store.

You asked the woman for the shoes that he had written down; so Kate 120 in black, size 8.

You waited for her to bring them back. "Would you like to try them on, miss?" The woman asks, the slick box in her hands. You shook your head, "that's alright, thank you."

"Is this all?" She smiles, and you nod. The woman leads you to the front, doubling checking the sizes of the shoes and packaging it up into the brown bag.

There's one more place on the list that you've got to stop; Dior.

It's a few minutes drive from where you were, you leave the other bags in the car and head into the store. Fernando has listed that he was looking for the Miss Dior perfume. You look around a bit, stopping at the back to look at the wall of fragrances they had set up. You look closely and carefully and still you don't see the one that Fernando had wanted.

You reach for your phone, texting the man.

To Fernando: Hey, they don't have the perfume you wanted.

From Fernando: Which one was that again?

To Fernando: Miss Dior.

From Fernando: Just pick another one.

To Fernando: Any one?

From Fernando: Yeah, you have good taste. I trust your judgement.

You reply with a thumbs up and decide to look for something that you liked. It was a bit odd that Fernando sent you out like this, he did it often but never like this. He was never one to have you shop for someone who was clearly a woman. She must be important to him if he's spending so much on her.

You ended up picking out Dior Addict in place of Miss Dior. This one had the same jasmine scent with more of a vanilla undertone. You pay and take the bag from the man at the counter with a smile.

Getting back into the car, you reach over and set the bag with the others. You texted Fernando to let him know that you were on your way back, to which he replied with a thumbs up emoji.

It was a 20 minutes drive back to where he was, and once you arrived, you waited in the car for him. You were scrolling through your phone when a tap on the window startled you.

Looking over, you see Fernando. You wind down the window, "uber for Fernando ?" He asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

You roll your eyes. "Haha," you say flatly. "Do you want to drive?" You look over at him and he shakes his head, walking around to get into the passenger seat. Fernando lifts your purse, setting it on his lap carefully.

"Where to then?" You look over at him, yet again. "Home?

"Yours," he says, looking through your purse.

"Stop that," you smack his arms, turning the key to start the engine. The car purrs in response, a sound only luxury cars have.

"Do you have gum?" He asks, still looking.

"Front pocket," you inform him, heading towards your place. It didn't strike you as odd to be heading to yours. Fernando often picked you up so you just assumed you'd get home and then he'd head out to his place.

What did strike you as odd was Fernando taking the bags out of the car and following you up the stairs to your front door. "What are you doing?" You turned, clearly confused.

"Go on, I need to come in."

"What if I don't want you to come in?" Your question made him laugh, the man shaking his head. "Just go," he tells you, knowing you're just being difficult.

You unlock the door and walk in, Fernando sets the bags in the living room and makes himself comfortable on the couch. He had been to your place before it wasn't like it was awkward or anything. You just weren't sure why he wanted to come in.

"Want some coffee?" You called from the kitchen, filling the kettle. "Tea would be nice," he calls back.

You shake your head, setting two mugs on the counter. "I didn't offer any tea."

"I'm suggesting it then." He leans over the back of the couch, smiling at you. You roll your eyes, dropping the teabag in the cup while you wait for the kettle to boil.

Finding your way over to the living room, you sit on the floor by the couch. Fernando sets the bags on the floor next to you and you assumed that he was making space for you on the couch but instead spoke; "show me what you got."

The statement left you a bit confused, he had given you a list, of course he knew what was on it but you indulged, taking the stuff out of the bags.

You have them set on the floor in front of you, Fernando watches as you show him each thing carefully, not wanting to scuff or damage them.

"Do you like them?" He asks and you nod, "I do. Just a bit confused though," you look up at the man.

"Why's that?"

"Well.. you've always been the type of guy who shops for their women themselves so it just struck me as odd that you asked me to shop and pick up.. this."

Fernando smiles, "well I was busy and she's an important person to me, perhaps the most important."

You raise an eyebrow, looking at the driver. "Ohhhh okay.. so you have a girlfriend? C'mon, tell me, tell meeeee!" You nudged his knee, propping your elbow up on the couch as you turned your attention to him.

He doesn't say anything, he just smiles at you. This time was different; it wasn't playfully or teasing, there was something sincere about the way he looked at you.

It takes you a moment but you finally speak, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The stuff is for you." He says and you look at him, clearly confused.

"You made me shop for my own Christmas gift? Fernando, that's.." It hits you at once, all the things he had listed were things you had mentioned to him that you liked over the last year or so.

Your hands covered your mouth, looking at him in shock. "Fernando, oh my god.. no." You shook your head, "this is too much."

"It's not," he rests his hand on yours, "you've been by my side for as long as I can remember, you do everything for me. You're the only person I trust and well.. love. You deserve this and so much more."

"It's a lot," you whisper and the man hushes you, letting you pull him into a hug. "Thank you." You whisper yet again, unsure how to repay him for his kindness; you knew you didn't have too, seeing that it was a Christmas gift but still.

Fernando's hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing over your skin softly. He smiles at you, wondering how he got so lucky. Not everyone gets to have someone they love in their life and he was lucky enough to find that in you.

You can't help it, it was like instinct. Shifting onto your knees when you reach up, your hand wrapping around his wrist to pull him closer, your lips on his.

A part of you thinks he's not gonna react and pretend it never happened and the other part of you expected him to push you away but he did neither.

Instead, he kissed you back.

He helps you up off the floor and onto his lap, having you settle on his lap. "Let me take care of you," he says, his hand cupping your face, finally pulling away from the kiss.

"Yeah," you lean into him once again. You stay in his lap, Fernando pushes the skirt you had on up a bit, shifting you onto his thigh.

His hands rest on your hips, rocking you on his thigh; back and forth very slowly. His head leaned back and he lifted his leg slightly. The sudden change caused you to slide forward, clit rubbing against the denim fabric under you.

The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

“So beautiful,” he coos, pushing your hair back off your shoulders. “So good for me.”

You nod, pushing down on his thigh a little harder. “Let me hear all those pretty sounds, you don’t have to be quiet, mi vida.”

Little by little, your top and bra ended up on the floor along with Fernando's shirt. Your hands ran over his shoulders, down his biceps to his forearms.

His fingers creeped up under the hem of your skirt, "I've been waiting to have you to myself."

"Why's that?" You shift a bit to look at him, an arm over his shoulders as you look at him.

“Because I’m gonna ruin all that pretty makeup," he whispers to you, pulling you for a kiss.

It only spiralled from there; hands all over each other, clothes being tugged and pulled on. You’re both impatient, wanting more than you can get too at the moment. 

Fernando scoots you back on his lap, undoing his pants as your skirt gets pushed up on your hips, panties pulled to the side before you sink down onto his cock.

He bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Oh god," you mumble, thighs on either side of the man as you roll your hips, arms over his shoulders. One of your hands tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck, giving it a solid tug.

Fernando tilts his head back, a soft groan slipping from his lips when he feels your own lips meet his skin.

“Fuck, do that again.” He mumbles, feeling you clench around him. Soon enough he can feel your hands on his shoulders, letting you set your own pace, bouncing on his cock as your nails dug into the back of his shoulders; surely leaving behind red marks. 

His own hands digging into your hips hard enough to leave behind their own marks but that was the least of your concern right now. 

“Fernando,��� you whimper, forehead pressed to his.

He feels you clench around him, your hips stuttering and he knows you’re close. His hand moving from your mouth to between the two of you, fingers rubbing circles over your clit and your head falls onto his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips. 

He rests a hand behind your neck, pulling you back slightly.  “Look at me,” he tells you, kissing you softly. You both knew the other was equally as close, orgasm on the verge of happening. His hand shifted to grab your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “Look at me when you cum.” 

His words were enough to push you over the edge, Fernando following quickly after you. 

You fall flat against him and Fernando lets you sit on top of him for a bit, his hand rubbing around your back softly, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin.

"You okay?" He whispers and you nod, sitting up a bit to look at him. "What?" He asks, seeing the look on your face.

"How did you know my sizes? You know.. for the gifts."

He smiles, kissing your shoulder. "I pay attention, you know."

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[newtonsheffield]

OoOoOOO the author AU!

Did they have a falling apart? Is Kate just dense or in denial?

How did they know each other before or has she always been his editor?

Did they go to university together? Maybe take the same literature classes, one became a writer the other pursued editing?

I think they knew one another at University, they both studied literature but Kate was never really interested in writing herself. Though Anthony still has a story she wrote for a class they both took. It's one of his favourite pieces of writing ever, he loves the imagery and the fact that it feels grounded in the snowy day she described. He loves it. He took it from the bin where she'd left it on her way out of the room and he wasn't... ready to let those moments go. But he became a novelist and there was only one person who was brave enough to call him on his crap and he needed that honesty. So Kate Sharma became his editor, even though they hadn't seen one another in years. And it turns out that he never quite forgot her, as it turns out. He wrote one novel, and it was a hit, he wrote a second book, and it was even better, then a third, and a fourth, and Kate was brave enough to tell him exactly what she thought. Every time, scribbling in the margins of her print out- because she hates editing digitally-

Are you a fucking idiot? What is this metaphor, Anthony? Why don't you just beat me over the head with it?

But he's never brave enough to tell her how he feels. So he writes a book, and it's different from his other books. It's a love letter to Kate. He knows that from the second he starts writing about her. And he's so sure she's going to realise that she's the woman in his book, and he's the man who sits across from her every day at a cafe and doesn't say anything. And then it's Kate who says nothing. And that tears him into a million pieces. Because she hasn't said anything, and the only reason she wouldn't say anything is because she doesn't feel the same way. And he feels ridiculous for the dedication

For Her, who's scared of nothing. And I don't want to be either

And now Kate's hounding him for another book. Snow Filled Paper was his biggest book ever, every one loved it. Except the only person who mattered. So what's the point anymore?

#author au #you never called it what it was #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 35: Fantasy and Fear

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Artwork was created by @giselsann-opencommissions!

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. On the third day, the lovers discover a cave hidden behind a large waterfall that does not appear on any map. Since the trip is meant to be one of exploration and treasure-hunting, they decide to check it out. The cave gives both of them a strange, ominous feeling, but just as Sebastian tells Kate they should turn back, they are tempted to continue into the depths by butterflies and mysterious, unnatural flora. When they reach the furthest area of the cave, they watch from above as a bookstore suddenly materializes. What could it mean?

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. This particular chapter features discussion of past trauma and incarceration, feelings of hopelessness, panic, and losing consciousness.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 35: Fantasy and Fear

Kate and Sebastian both crouch down to get a better look at what has become of the pit. It has somehow transformed into the interior of a bookstore. 

There are shelves filled with magical artifacts and books of all shapes and sizes. At the front are two large windows and a door made of stained glass and golden oak, just like the door at Kate’s cottage. It appears to be dark outside the bookstore. Nighttime, Kate thinks. At the rear of the store, there is a large wooden desk with a register, a vase of sunflowers, and two framed signs. One says, “Ask about the Baked Sweet of the Week!” and the other has information about a Muggle Literature Club. A self-writing quill dips into a pot of ink and scribbles some notes. Behind the desk is a swinging door, which Kate imagines would likely lead to a stock room. 

Upon reading the framed signs, Kate gasps and her hands meet over her mouth in shock. It’s what she has always dreamed of…

“Sebastian… it’s… it’s my bookstore, I think,” Kate marvels. “I don’t understand how-”

A bell jingles at the front door. A man enters and quietly closes the door behind him. When he turns around, it’s Sebastian’s turn to inhale sharply. The man is… him. Sebastian Sallow - but an older Sebastian. He is wearing brown trousers with a matching jacket and tan vest. Based on his appearance, it looks like time has passed. They are seeing the future. Sebastian’s freckles remain, but his new additions are a mustache, a short, well-kempt beard, and a few wrinkles on his forehead and next to his eyes. 

“What the-” A wide-eyed Sebastian begins but then is cut off.

Older Sebastian calls out, “Honey? It’s me!”

There is a pause, and then, from behind the swinging door comes a reply in Kate’s voice: “Just a minute!”

The older Sebastian meanders around the shop, tidying up while he waits.

“Sebastian,” Kate whispers in a sharp tone to her boyfriend. “Are you seeing this?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Yes, and I don’t… I don’t understand. This cannot be real. It just cannot be real.” He reaches out to put a hand on Kate’s shoulder, as if to ensure she is actually still here with him.

“And yet, we are both seeing it…” Kate murmurs. 

The swinging door opens. Examining the figure waddling through the doorway from top to bottom causes Kate’s eyebrows to rise. Her mouth drops. It’s her. Kate. Older, with smile lines, her hair in an updo, and very, very, very pregnant. She makes her way to the older Sebastian, who hugs and kisses her as a greeting.

Sebastian and Kate both turn red, transfixed on the scene below them.

“My love… What is this? What is going on?” Sebastian asks Kate.

“I don’t know…” Kate responds, baffled. “Is it the future?”

“I just checked on the girls at home,” Older Sebastian tells Older Kate. “Everything is fine, but your mum is definitely ready to go home for the night.” He chuckles, then pauses. “How are you feeling, Sunshine?” He places his hand on her enormous stomach.

“I am feeling alright today, but my feet ache. They’re so swollen. I just don’t fit in my boots anymore, love. I’m going to look up a charm this weekend to widen my shoes,” Older Kate explains tiredly. As Older Sebastian caresses her tummy, she smiles and quietly says, “Any day now. We timed this pregnancy out well.”

Older Sebastian grins. “Yes, we sure did. I’ll be off for the summer soon, and then we won’t have to rely on your mum so much.”

Older Kate’s mouth flattens. “Well, we’ve never had multiples before, sweetheart. I wouldn’t count on forsaking mum’s help just yet.” She takes a deep breath and then exhales, giving Older Sebastian a serious look. “No more after this. I mean it.”

“Yes, Mrs. Sallow, we agreed,” Older Sebastian replies, leaning in to kiss her. “No more babies.” A sly smile takes over his face. “Though accidents sometimes happen, you know…”

Older Kate swats him. “You’re insatiable!” She giggles, then softly reminds him, “We hardly even have room at the cottage for the sweet babes on the way.”

“I know.” Older Sebastian leans down and kisses her belly. “In all seriousness, I can’t wait to meet our new little stars.” Older Kate smiles with tenderness. He stands back up and embraces her in fondness. “Would you like me to lock up for the night? It’s just past six.”

The couple watches it all from above in rapt attention, filled with warmth. Sebastian’s eyesight becomes blurry; rubbing at his eyes, he realizes he’s actually crying. Seeing his older self so happy, hopeful, and successful, undoubtedly committed to the love of his life, makes him feel things he has never dared to before. Since meeting Kate, he’s been dreaming about a secure future, and here it is before his very eyes. And as for Kate, her eyes are fixed on the older versions of themselves, shocked to see everything in her head brought to life. 

Swept up in the fantasy, both are surprised to suddenly experience chills. It feels as though it has gone from summer to winter temperatures in the span of seconds. Kate glances at Sebastian in shock and is about to question it until their focus is directed back to the scene below.

There is abrupt, loud, and aggressive banging on the front door at the bookshop. Older Sebastian and Kate are startled, breaking apart from their hug. The windows of the shop fog up, freezing, and then, a much older man enters the shop. He is wearing a dark blue top hat and robes marked with the “M” for the Ministry of Magic. Judging from his badge, he clearly works for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He slams the door closed behind him, and Older Kate jumps in surprise.

“Well, well, well…” the man says, as though he is amused. “I’ve finally found my top fighter after all these years.”

Older Sebastian protectively moves in front of Older Kate. 

Kate realizes that her breathing is now visible in the cool air. 

“I’m here to collect you, Sallow,” the man continues. “I’ve never had a prisoner as capable and scrappy as you. You’re going to help me pay off my betting debts to the other officers.”

Older Sebastian seems frozen now, his mouth gaping.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me from your Azkaban days, Sallow! I fondly remember you and your screams all too well. And when I bring you back home, we’ll… reacquaint ourselves,” the man tells him menacingly.

“I’m a free man,” Sebastian firmly says with a sneer. “Leave us alone. Get out of this shop.”

“Free? You’ll never be free, boy,” the man answers. “In fact, I have a warrant for your arrest… It took quite a bit of fabrication, but I managed…”

Older Kate pulls out her wand, determined to put an end to the exchange. “Stupe-”

“EXPELLIARMUS!” the man calls out faster. Her wand flies out of her hand as she yelps.

“Now, now, Sallow...” The man smiles, his teeth yellow. “Come with me willingly, or I’ll have your old friend feed off of her.” He gestures towards the window, where a Dementor now hovers. “I wonder… Could it feed off of unborn children as well? Now, that would be quite the experiment…”

As he opens the door, Older Sebastian blanches, freezing. The Dementor glides into the shop. Older Kate screams as it approaches her.

Suddenly, the scene disappears entirely, and Kate and Sebastian are left in complete darkness in the depths of the cave. Kate is shivering and has a feeling of emptiness - that all of her hope and happiness is lost and will never return again. She somehow manages to shakily pull her wand from her pocket.

“Lumos,” she finally chokes out. 

Now that Kate can see again, she realizes that, while nothing else may have been real, the Dementor is. She’s never seen one in person before - only pictures in textbooks, years ago. The terrifying creature is floating straight towards Sebastian, whose face is devoid of color. He seems to be paralyzed in fear. She watches in shock as he seems to submit to it, accepting a cruel fate. The Dementor’s mouth opens for its kiss…

“NO!!!” Kate yells.

The Dementor doesn’t even take notice of her. It is dead-set on Sebastian, who weakly whispers, “Lumos.” Nothing happens. His face, once filled with emotion, goes completely blank as the Dementor begins its work. It appears as though the creature is sucking away Sebastian’s soul. Suddenly, more Dementors appear. There have to be at least ten of them, all headed towards Sebastian. His eyes are dead.

“NO! You can’t have him!” Kate shouts, trembling in fear. “NO!”

Kate can see that the situation is dire. She’s not sure if Sebastian is even conscious anymore. If anyone is going to save them, it will have to be her. 

Holding her wand outstretched, Kate slowly approaches the group of Dementors, seeking to put herself in between them and Sebastian. She has never felt so afraid in her entire life. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and attempts to calm herself, even though she is shaking. 

In her mind, it’s Christmas with her family, and Kate is ten years old, wearing a frilly red and green frock with a bow in her hair. Her papa hauls a large tree into the ballroom, and Irene, with a huge grin, uses sparkly white ornaments to decorate it. Kate follows her nose into her family’s kitchen. She can smell gingerbread baking and sees images of herself, as a child, decorating the biscuits with icing. Her impeccably-dressed mamma presents perfectly wrapped gifts to each of them. Kate’s extended family sings a Yuletide carol, while the flames of a huge fireplace warm her heart. Her Auntie Paula sneakily allows her to take her first sip of wine, to which she gags and then giggles. Outside the huge window of the ballroom, snow is falling. She breathes into the glass and draws a heart with her finger, outlining a snowman that has been charmed to wave at guests leaving the party.

Kate’s eyes fly open, determined. “Expecto Patronum!!!”

Blue light erupts from her wand, and her sea lion Patronus materializes, swimming through the air straight towards the Dementors. They all shrink back and begin to float away, repelled by her powerful, incredibly joyful memory. The sea lion swiftly chases them back into the darkness.

When Kate can no longer see any of the foul monsters, she rushes to Sebastian’s side, while her Patronus stands guard. 

“Sebastian! Sebastian!” she cries out, trying to get him to respond in some way. “Please, Sebastian!” She lightly slaps his cheek.

He doesn’t stir. Eyes closed, he appears asleep. She’s never seen his face so oddly pale. When she takes his ice-cold hand, he is unresponsive and limp. She quickly puts her ear down to his chest to make sure his heart is still beating. To her relief, it is, but it’s so faint and seems unsteady that she begins to panic.

“Fuck! Shit!” Kate shouts in anguish, looking around hopelessly. There is obviously no one to help. “Sebastian!”

For a full minute, she continues her attempts to wake him up to no avail.

She knows she must keep her mind from spiraling if they are going to reach safety outside of the cave. 

Though Kate is frantic, she pretends to be brave. In an attempt to use a steady tone, she soothingly tells her boyfriend, “Sebastian… I-I don’t know if you can hear me, but… you’re okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get us out of here. I-It will be alright.” 

How, though? 

She warily peeks at the pitch-black corner where the Dementors disappeared, to make sure they will not attack again. Then, she attempts to pick Sebastian up, quickly realizing that that will not work. She is petite and unathletic, not strong enough even with adrenaline. Wracking her brain, she considers all of the possible ways she could bring him to safety. 

I could use a feather-light charm… but carrying him would still be awkward and potentially dangerous, especially once we leave the cave and have to maneuver away from the waterfall…

Oh! Wait! I know!

Curving her wand tip in the shape of a C, she casts, “Mobilicorpus.”

Thank goodness for Professor Ronen and my O in Charms…

Sebastian’s body floats into the air, his head lolling a bit, as he is unconscious. When she tests out ambling backwards, his form follows her closely. She breathes a sigh of relief.

“Everything is alright, Seb,” she whispers calmly. “I’m getting us out of here. Just hold on, alright? I promise - I promise - we’ll make it out alive. I’ll get you to camp.” She pauses. “I love you, Seb. It’s going to be okay.”

Kate’s sea lion Patronus does a flip and waves a fin encouragingly as she leads Sebastian out of that part of the cave. She heads back in the direction from which they came, but after walking for a while, she realizes that the butterflies, mushrooms, flowers, and vines have all disappeared from the cave. Her brow furrows in confusion until she deduces that they must have been a trick of the Dementors to lure them further into the cave. 

It was all an elaborate trap.

If Sebastian had been alone… She doesn’t allow herself to finish the thought. She has to focus.

Remembering the Devil’s Snare, her wand is ready to cast Lumos. They pass through the menacing tendrils easily, and minutes later, she can see sunlight once more.  

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc #hl sebastian #hogwarts legacy romance #sebastian sallow

[tmbswhodunit]

WHO DUN IT MBS CHALLENGE: Fairytale

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. A lot of stories start like that, with a little girl. She was a small girl with blue eyes and a red coat she would always wear. Now this story you are familiar with. You probably know what comes next. She is sent out by her mother to bring cookies to her granny, and she is told not to go off of the path into the woods, but she does anyway and meets a big bad wolf who tricks her by dressing up as Granny and then eating her-

Oh. It’s not that story? 

Sorry, let me try again. 

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She had blue eyes and a red coat with a hood she would wear everywhere. You would expect a nickname to come from that, but it didn’t. There weren’t many people around to give her a nickname, which is a shame because she quite liked nicknames. 

Her name was Kate, and she lived on her own. In the woods. Yes, she knew the dangers; the fair folk and the wolves, but she was careful enough to lock her door every night and not let anybody she didn’t know in. So she was safe. And she didn’t exactly live alone. 

Her father lived with her too. Now, in another life, he would have left without a trace, truly leaving her alone, but this is not that world. He would leave early in the morning and arrive back home very late, so she did not see much of him. She did know, however, that he had a reason he did not come back at a reasonable time, one that he would rather not tell her. 

(but she so wanted to know. Pry and pry until the truth came out. But that was then and this is now.)

Sometimes, she would wake up to a basket of fresh food, fruits and vegetables, cookies and cakes, and a note from her father saying that he got it for her and it wasn’t fae food. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she’d wake up briefly to a pair of strong arms holding her, humming quietly and smoothing her hair. But no matter how early she woke up or how late she stayed up, she would never see hide or hair of her father.

It is one of those baskets, in fact, that sets the scene for this story. One day, Kate picked up the basket and decided to bring some goods to some other people living in the woods. So she put on her bright red coat and loaded up her basket with the nicest cakes and cookies inside. After scribbling out a note to her father in case he came back home while she was gone, she started on her journey. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her first stop was a small cottage only a bit off the main sunlit path. There lived a young couple, sad because their son had run away months ago and had not returned. As it had been a few months, the couple had started to move on with their lives. Kate treated this couple like she would anybody else, but inside she was a bit peeved. Her mother had passed away when she was a baby and her father had started disappearing soon after that. As far as she knew, no trace of the son being dead had shown up yet, and it was as though the couple had thrown in the towel too easily. 

Kate knew she was being unreasonable, it had been a few months. Even if the son was alive by now, he probably would have wanted them to move on from him. So she smiled, accepted the praise given by the wheelchair-bound woman about how she was getting so tall and pretty, handed some herbs to the Washingtons, and went on her way. 

As she walked down the path, Kate saw someone deeper in the woods: a tall, muscular man with blond hair chopping down some trees. She is tempted to stop by and say hello, maybe even offer something from her basket. However, the day is going by fast, and although she can’t see his eyes his face is unmistakably sullen. So she pulls her coat tighter around her and walks to her next stop. 

(Little did she know that seconds after she decided to keep walking, the woodsman stopped for a moment and turned to see her. His face, normally serious and sad, breaks into a small smile as he sees the figure in red dart down the path. He wants to call back to her and tell her hello, but no. His face goes back to its solemn expression. He turns back to his pile of wood and picks up his silver axe. He raises it and starts chopping again.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her next stop was actually her favorite one; a baker living in the woods. After he had left the circus, Moocho Brazos started a small bakery just outside the woods and started a happy trading with her. As the herbs had been the only thing she had packed, she felt that she needed to pick some goodies up for her stop after that. 

Moocho had been a friend of hers since she was a little girl, and he knew plenty about her: her absent father, her red coat, her favorite baked goods, and what herbs to trade for them. As they talked and laughed, Kate decided to mention the woodsman she had seen earlier. At this, Moocho got misty-eyed and decided to tell her a tale. According to legend, about the time she had been born, a protector had appeared in the woods. During the day, a blond man chopped wood with a sad expression on his face, but at night a beast prowled the woods once or twice a month, protecting its inhabitants from danger. Nobody dared approach the woodsman while he was busy, but while he traded for goods, he would sometimes talk about his life. A late wife, a young child, and a secret. Nobody knew what his secret was, but the woodsman had made one thing clear: this secret could never come out. 

Kate felt a pang of sympathy for the sad stranger. Still, she wondered. Why was he unable to return to his child? Whoever this child was, they needed a father, like she did. 

(who indeed?)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After she had left the bakery, Kate continued on her path. It was still relatively light out, so she started dancing and jumping about. She had fully expected to be alone on her journey, so she wasn’t watching where she was going and almost fell when she collided with a man in the path. 

Hurriedly, she started apologizing, but the man shrugged it off. He was about as tall as the woodsman but with brown hair and a sharp smile. His clothes were made of a nicer material and his shoes were made of leather, but he brushed off the dirt and helped her refill her spilled basket. This new character introduced himself as someone who had gone into the forest for some nice air, so it was all his fault for getting in her way. He then asked where she was going on a fine day like this. Kate knew not to talk to strangers, but he had helped refill her basket and looked human enough, so she decided to trust him a bit. She said she was going around giving baked goods to her neighbors, and her last stop was close by. 

The man nodded. He then asked if her parents knew she was out. Kate wanted to say she wasn’t comfortable with that, but what came out was the truth: her mother was dead and she didn’t see her father much. The man, who had held her shoulder to pick himself up, tightened his grip. He asked if she knew where her father was at the moment. 

Kate only responded with the logical answer: no, stop squeezing me, it’s starting to hurt, why are you asking me this? The man let go, his sharp smile gone. He said that he knew a shortcut there, off the beaten path. But he just wanted to ask what she was doing. 

And then he was gone, leaving only a sharp smell of musky cologne. Kate kept walking, no longer in the mood to dance. Under her breath, she muttered that she shouldn’t have trusted him with anything, why did you tell him, Kate? 

(oh, how right you are, Kate.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her final stop was in a very far corner of the forest. She was well off the beaten trail, but indeed it felt like the shortcut had worked. This was good because it was well after noon and the sun was starting to set. 

Her final family was a grandmother, mother, and son. That is, there was supposed to be a son, Reynard. He had climbed a beanstalk that had sprouted from beans traded for a cow. Kate’s head was spinning too, just thinking about the backstory. This was only yesterday, so the mother was still quite distraught. Kate could only offer comfort and the herbs and baked goods she had. They did seem to help quite a bit. As she left with the sun rapidly setting, the grandmother called back out to her. She had to be careful tonight, as it was the full moon and that was when the most dangerous creatures were out. Thinking about the woodsman, she said that the protector beast would be looking out for her. The grandmother said he would have to with an attitude like that to danger. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

About an hour later, Kate started to think the grandmother was right. It was dark now, with the full moon out. She had tried to take the shortcut again, but she had just gotten lost with only the trees to keep her company. 

Crack. What was that? Kate whirled around to see a dark wolf behind her, with glowing red eyes and sharp teeth, staring straight at her. It growled, then pounced at her. 

Kate dropped the basket and started running in the opposite direction. The wolf bounded after her, fearless in its pursuit. Oh, why had Kate even gone out in the first place? She should have just stayed at home, or with the grandmother and mother. But now, she was being chased by a large wolf with pointy teeth. Why was she being so stupid today? 

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(elsewhere, ears perk up to crying, sharp breaths, and running. It’s the girl. Why is the girl running, what is chasing her? Then he smells it. Musky and sharp, he would recognize the smell anywhere. It’s the smell that filled the air the night he was attacked. 

McCracken. 

He picks up his silver axe with his teeth and bounds into the woods, redoubling his efforts when he hears a scream and the sound of ripping fabric.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kate was caught by her coat, the fiery red thing. She probably should have shed it as soon as the chase started, but it is too late now. She has to go down, but she is going down fighting. 

She threw whatever pebbles she could grip as the wolf claw pulled her closer, but the beast barely flinched. It was a wolf, but not one she had ever seen before. It smiles too harshly to be fully lupine, and it is now walking on its hind legs like a person. And its garments…

It was probably once clothed in fancy fabric, but now the monster’s clothing lays in torn shreds on its body. Hairy toes poke out of shredded leather shoes. Where had she seen this before? Then it hits her. The man in fancy clothing, the one whom she ran into on the way to her last stop, the one who squeezed her shoulder hard, had come back to end her. 

And she had fallen for his trap. She was going to die, and all because she talked to a stranger she wasn’t supposed to. Why had she passed up on meeting the woodsman? She could use him now…

Awooooo~

Both heads turn as a different beast slams into the dark figure. It is also a wolf, but its fur is pale in the moonlight. It tosses the angry beast off of Kate and leaps after it, axe gleaming silver in the moonlight. They pounced at one another, the pale wolf using claws and teeth and the clever swing of its axe in response to the dark beast’s body. 

It’s a fair fight, but it's one the pale wolf is quickly losing. It quickly becomes obvious that it can’t touch its own weapon, as silver hurts all werewolves. Soon, the protecting wolf has dropped its weapon, slash marks all over his face and body, barely able to stand. The evil beast, while also covered in injuries, raises its head triumphantly as though it has won. 

Kate had to do something. Otherwise, the darkness would win, and the wood’s protector would be gone forever. She picked up the fallen axe and swung at the beast, not exactly looking but somehow hitting it true on the body. The werewolf howled, flesh steaming under the silver. The white wolf stands next to the girl, standing tall despite his injuries. 

The dark wolf lunged one last time, not aiming for the other wolf but for the girl. Its jaws tore through ruby fabric and soft flesh, and Kate’s vision went dark to the sound of the woodsman’s howl. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(That night, a very different girl leaves a very different cottage at the witching hour to pick berries and instead arrives home holding the shreds of what was once a red coat out to very different hands, asking her sisters if they could help find the owner. The different girl claimed not to be concerned about our young heroine but wanted to make sure she made it back to her house safely. 

After teasing her for a bit, I said yes.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Kate woke up slowly. Her arm and head hurt like the dickens, she was covered in scrapes and bruises, and she knew that the horrible things that had happened that night had been real. But she was back in her cottage, lying in her bed, and her wounds had been carefully bandaged up. 

The wolf had gotten to her, bitten her arm, and almost killed her. So how was she still alive, and how did she end up back here? It had been night, everyone’s doors had been locked, and her screams would have been indistinguishable from the wind. So nobody would have gotten to her in time. 

Nobody, that is, except…

The door opened. Kate looked up and saw the woodsman. The other wolf. She could see the resemblance now, pale fur now blond hair on his head, tall frame equating to its strong body, and bandages in the places the other wolf had scratched. And the eyes. She hadn’t been able to see them when she had first seen him chopping the wood, but she could see them now. They were the same blue as the ones on the wolf, flashing with fear and protectiveness as they ripped the dark wolf off of her. 

But she had also seen those blue eyes whenever she looked in the mirror. Those nights when she partially woke in the middle of the night to arms gently holding her, she could also vaguely remember those eyes. Even in those hazy memories, the eyes shone bright and clear. 

Her father had come home. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Apologies had to be made, and explanations, but hugs and kisses came first. When she was very small, the dark beast had attacked her family. Her mother, Piper, had given up her life to protect her beautiful girl, while her father, Milligan, had survived but was also bitten. Here Milligan paused, touching the scar still there on his leg. Afraid of attacking Kate, he had forever shut himself out during the day and only returned the nights when he would be sure that he wouldn’t turn. But now, it doesn’t truly matter. Kate had also been bitten, so now that fear is gone. He goes quiet at that, hand skimming over the bandages, tears pricking his eyes. Kate, trying to lighten the mood, makes a joke about wolves, and despite himself, Milligan laughs and holds her close, vowing to never leave her alone again. 

One month later, Kate was brought outside into an empty field just outside the woods and shown how to not resist the change, but embrace it. Her first transformation goes smoothly, and the woodsman smiles as much as a wolf can. 

That night, Moocho glanced out the window to see not one lonely wolf, but a happy white wolf and an excited red-furred pup. He went to bed with a smile, just knowing that two lost families had found each other again.

(A few days after Milligan came home, a knock sounds at the door. When Kate goes to get it, there is nobody on the other side. Nobody, that is, except the basket she had previously lost, covered by a blue cloth. When she and Milligan open it, they are surprised to find two coats, both in soft blue. The note tucked in one of the pockets said that it was for them, as Kate’s red coat wouldn’t be coming back to her anytime soon, so the sender wanted to offer a replacement.) 

(Just outside the window, three witch sisters nod and turn to go back to their cottage. Fingers now bandaged from needlework were holding the smallest one, who was now sporting a very altered, much smaller red coat. I ask the small girl if it made both her and Kate happy. Constance nods.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And that is the end to the story of Kate, the Wolf Girl, and her mighty father, Milligan the Wolf Man. A father and daughter reunited, and not even lycanthropy could separate them again. Now, there are legends of two wolves, a red pup and her pale father, that protect the woods from danger every month, and they all lived happily ever after. 

Until the beanstalk finally gave back Reynard, now armed with a harp, a golden chicken, and a very nice former giant. 

But we don’t need to worry about that yet. 

#the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #who dun it mbs challenge #ENJOY EVERYBODY!

[dokjadreams]

flip.

harvey dent is a proud gotham u law graduate. he knows that DA office gives pennies to their interns like it's gold. harvey doesn't care.

if he can change the world even a little bit, that's all it matters.

bruce, the bruce wayne, grabs his shoulder tenderly at his graduation party.

"Congrats, Harv. You better defend me when I get in trouble."

his mouth smells like gin and tonic.

"That's not how this works, Bruce. But I'll try to tell the judge not to go too harsh on you if I can pass this bar exam first."

his grin is intoxicating. bruce wayne is an intoxicating man.

"Thanks, Harv."

watch the coin dance in the air.

the bar exam was hell but he passed. He's ready to be a DA in New Jersey court of law. Gotham is rough but Harvey Dent is stronger.

his friends are in gotham. rachel, a girl he met in 1L crimical law class is drinking margarita. marquis, the charming honeypot from the same law clinic is dancing like he doesn't care. benny, the president of the ABA student organization, is shouting his name to join him play beer pong with the others.

harvey dent is looking for bruce, again. bruce is late. he's never late.

as harvey tried to navigate the crowd, he feels a hand snaking up his arm.

"Sorry I'm late." a breathe laced with gin. It's Bruce.

"Don't worry about it."

even in the low light, Harvey sees a bruise on Bruce's neck.

"Everything all right?"

a kiss on cheek. other hand sliding on his torso.

"Perfect. Everything's perfect." the music is loud. "Congrats, Mr. Lawyer."

"Thanks, Mr. Millionaire."

watch it fall.

acid burns his body. it eats away his spirit and soul just as pain eats away his flesh. he sees a long black shadow in the corner of his eye.

he's not a hero of his own story anymore. he's lost his way home, perhaps a long time ago.

shatter.

bruce wayne has many regrets.

many of them stem from his family. his children. alfred. harper. the foxes. duke. steph. kate. barbara. jim.

harvey dent.

the list goes on.

bruce wayne tries his best to stay connected with harvey dent. his harv.

beloved harv.

could a different choice in the past have made a difference? bruce isn't sure.

it's a cold december night. he slips past the sleeping guards. he slips past the fences and barbed wires. he hangs from iron bars of arkham.

"Good Afternoon, bats."

"How are you, Harvey."

"Harv's fine, b."

a white pawn has moved c4 to c3.

"Good to hear, Harv. I missed you."

Harvey doesn't respond for awhile. Just a smile basking in the cold moonlight.

"The moon's beautiful, today. Have a great patrol for me."

when he looks up, the man is gone, just with a scribbled note left in place.

"move the knight to d5 -b"

ask yourself a question: heads or tails?

and does it matter?

it doesn't. it never does.

#bruharvey #dc comics #bruharvey angst time <3 #capridribbles

[chasingmidnights]

13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story One

Title: The Reason I Stopped Babysitting

Storyteller: Kate Bishop

Summary: A story about the last babysitting job I did and why it made me quit babysitting. 

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, you will be blocked! Angst; mentions of weapons (knife); false impersonation; luring; attempted murder; and I think that is everything that you should look out for. I apologize if I missed anything, but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own, and nothing is beta read. 

A/N: This is the first story of my 13 Nights of Halloween event: Campfire Stories. I hope you enjoy reading! 

Wordcount: 1,570

The fire crackled and popped as everyone sat around it, waiting for Kate to tell her story. She cleared her throat and started to fidget with her fingers. Yelena reached over and gave Kate a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. An owl hooted in the distance just as Kate was about to speak up. 

“Alright, so, I think this was about six or seven years ago, something like that. This was back when I used to babysit.” Kate started, you could hear the edge in her voice. 

“Used to babysit?”  Nick inquired from his seat. 

“Yes, used to. I was actually pretty good at it too. It was hard to give it up because I actually enjoyed it, but it was for the best that I did.” Kate answered as she slouched forward in her chair and stared into the fire. 

“What exactly happened?” Wanda asked before she took a sip of her chocolate.

“Well, I started off with just babysitting for family and family friends. But the more I babysat, the more people started to recommend me to other people and word of mouth spread like wildfire. I became very popular. So, one day, I received a phone call from this guy, claiming that he needed a babysitter. He claimed that his wife was out of town and needed someone to watch their two year old. After talking with him for a little while longer, I decided to take the job and I told him what my rates were as a babysitter. He said that it wouldn’t be a problem and in fact, he would double my rates. Once we agreed on payment, he told me their address and I scribbled it down. 

“When the night finally came for me to babysit for this family, my dad drove me to their house and dropped me off. I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, I was right on time, heck, I was even a few minutes early. I glanced over my shoulder and looked at my dad who was still waiting in the drive. He always waited to make sure I got inside before he took off. After a few minutes, the front door finally opened and a charming, middle-aged looking man opened the door, instantly flashing me a smile. ‘Hello,’ he said, before waving at my dad, which caused him to drive off, honking his horn as he did. The man then invited me inside and gave me a small tour. I nodded in acknowledgement as he listed a few rules and stated how Julia was down for a nap and would wake up in an hour or two. I tried to reassure him that things were going to be fine and that I had everything under control. So, before he left, he wrote down his cellphone number in case of an emergency. 

“Things had been going well and as the little girl napped, I decided to get some homework done. About an hour had passed and I had realized that I hadn’t heard any kind of sound coming from a toddler. At that moment, I had also realized that the man had never shown me exactly where the nursery was. I set my pencil down on the table before I decided to check on Julia. Since I didn’t know where the nursery was, I kind of just started to open doors, hoping that one would open to the nursery. However, door after door and still not finding any sign of a child, sirens started to go off in my brain. Something wasn’t right. When I turned around, it was then when I noticed it. There weren't any kind of pictures or decorations on the walls. No sign of a family or wife or anything. Panic started to rise inside of me, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I quickly made my way back to the kitchen where I had been doing my homework and I took a deep breath as I went to use my cell phone to try and call the number the man had left. 

“But all I got was, ‘I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed is unavailable’. My gut sank and I tried again, only to receive the same message. I was about to dial my dad’s number, when - creak - my whole body froze and I could feel my heart beginning to race. Surely I was imagining that, right? I mean, it was mid October and I was at some stranger's house. I didn’t move or make a sound as I waited for another sound, but there was nothing. I tried telling myself to calm down and that it was nothing, that my mind was just playing tricks on me. But then, there was another one, creak. ‘Hello?’I called out, but I was only met with silence and the sound of a clock ticking. I then started to dial my dad’s cell phone number, hoping he wasn’t busy. Ring, ring, ring, ‘Hello,’ the sound of my dad’s voice helped calm my nerves for a brief moment. I was about to tell him to come pick me up when there was another creak. 

“I told him quickly what was going on and that there was no sign of a toddler or any family that this man claimed to have and - creak. Oh no, that sounded a lot closer. I told my dad to please hurry and he told me to stay on the phone with him until he got there. I remember by that point, my heart was racing so fast that I thought it was going to break through my chest. I told my dad that I was packing up my homework and that I would be outside waiting for him. His reply though had been drowned out as my heartbeat in my ear as fear took over me. I had been looking around at my surroundings when I had spotted him. There, at the end of the hallway was what looked to be a man and he was wearing all black with a mask that covered his entire face. In his left hand, he held a butcher’s knife and I stood there, frozen. I knew the moment that I started to run he would chase after me. Then the sound of my father honking outside distracted him as he looked away. There, that was my opportunity. I scooped up my pack and bolted towards the front door, going as fast as my legs would carry me. I wanted nothing more than to safely get outside to my dad’s car and go home.

“When I got to the front door and swung it open, I was relieved to see that my dad was there waiting for me. I bolted over to his car and quickly got inside, tossing my bag into the backseat and slammed the car door shut, telling my dad to just go. As my dad pulled away from the house, I don’t know why but I glanced back in the rearview mirror and saw the man standing in the doorway. I let out a deep breath as my dad drove us home, I was ready to forget that the whole thing happened. The next day though, my dad wanted to call the cops and make a report, so we did. But, when the cops went out to the house, the place was empty. I gave them a description of the man who let me into the house and one of the blackhood. Before the police left, they said a report would be on file. I knew though that they probably wouldn’t be able to do anything, let alone find him. 

“After that, I changed my phone number, not liking the idea that some creep had my phone number. I told my clients that I would no longer be offering my services as a babysitter, it broke my heart to do so. And I think my clients were a bit heartbroken as well, I had formed some really great bonds with kids and these families. I never heard from him again and I was really glad that I never babysat from my home or ever handed out my home address. I could only imagine what he would do if he had that information. To be honest, I’m quite lucky to be sitting here with all of you right now.” 

Kate let out a heavy sigh as she finished her story before looking up to find everyone staring at her. 

“Damn Kate, that gave me the chills. Did that really happen?” Natasha was the first to speak up after a tense moment of silence. 

“Um, yeah, it did actually.” Kate confirmed as she folded her hands together. 

“Alright, so, who’s next?” Johnny asked, trying to move on to the next story. 

You looked around your group of friends to see who would volunteer next. Kate’s story had already sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help but wonder what everyone else was cooking up, real or fake. 

“I’ve got one.” Ransom smirked as he spoke up. 

Everyone’s attention then turned from Kate and towards Ransom, ready for him to tell his story. 

“How about we save it for tomorrow night? I mean, it’s been a long day and we have a long weekend ahead of us.” Steve spoke up before Ransom could start his story.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story one #chasingmarvel original work #courtney writes #october 2023 event #kate bishop #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop fandom #kate bishop imagine #story teller is kate bishop #hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld characters #hailee steinfeld fandom

[myfairkatiecat]

Kate Wetherall, Katherine Pulitzer, and your Keefe boy :)

Aaaaaahh yes yes yes these are really good ones ahdkdhsnbdjshssj

Kate Wetherall:

Ok so. The reason I say she works best as a part of a dynamic is because while she’s awesome on her own, she is MOST compelling with the rest of the mysterious Benedict society!!!the four of them together are so special to me

Also I’m a Kate apologist, she’s never done anything wrong and I stand by it :)

(And yeah if you see the way I write Kate you may see me projecting. It might have something to do with me being in sixth grade when I first read the books and going “omg we have the same name!!!”)

Katherine Pulitzer:

Look I relate to this girl SO MUCH you don’t even understand 😭

And the fandom has a tendency to villainize her or make her seem problematic simply for being complex, which… is a problem I’ve been seeing a lot of lately, actually.

I love her SO MUCH. She’s kinda scary but also she’s me

AND FINALLY

Keefe Sencen:

Once again flattered by your interest in hearing me talk abut my interests that you don’t share 🥹

Okay look. I LOVE KEEFE. And I initially colored in “they’ve never done anything wrong” cause I have tendency to be a Keefe apologist, but if I’m being real here he’s definitely done stuff wrong 😭 @phtalogreenpoison has heard me talk about his character in detail and knows EXACTLY what I’m talking about.

Why the tiny scribble on “too much screen time”? Well…….it’s technically true. He does get too much screen time, and for not being the MC, he’s started getting a lot of his POV in Sophie’s story. However, I EAT IT UP cause I’m a pretty standard basic Keefe girlie. So while I understand the side of the fandom that’s beginning to want more of some other characters, and I think that’s soooo valid, I also am totally eating up all the Keefe screen time. SO EXCITED for the Keefe book that’s coming out this fall. I love this boy. So much.

Also would I marry him irl?? uhhhhhhh if Sophie didn’t exist then YES he’s mine. But I’m a girl’s girl and he belongs to Sophie <3 they’re so cute together, too!!

Somebody is gonna come at me for saying he’s deeper than he seems cause we actually get quite a bit of insight into his character depth, but I think even what we do see doesn’t fully cover it. Keefe is more open with his friends than he’s ever been with anyone else… but he definitely has a LOT of defense mechanisms in place, which is why he has that cool-kid-doesn’t-care-doesn’t-work-only-flirts vibe going on in the first book, and the first time we REALLY get slapped in the face with “haha you knew he had a facade but here have a GUT PUNCH” is the quote in the beginning of book three when Sophie suggests they stop by Keefe’s house and he just sorta looks down and says “I…don’t bring friends home.”

Like. We knew his parents sucked. But something about seeing him vulnerable like that. Ahdkfhdjshdjdshs

I think the mischief making and flirting is also a real aspect of his personality, but a lot of the sorta bad-boy-ish reputation he’s got going on at school in the beginning books is a front to cover his ✨issues✨ and I don’t think we even see the full depth of how much the reveal of his mother as a villain and her constant attempts to make him “embrace the change” and have a “legacy” tied to her evil thoughts impact him. We know it’s hard for him and we totally see that, but even in Keefe’s POV he avoids thinking about it, and… honestly it’s up to us fanfic writers to really delve into that angst. Shannon sorta tells us it sucks for him, but doesn’t really show us (not fully, at least) cause Sophie is the main character, not him.

And do I project my issues on him? …maybe a little…his particular brand of the “using humor to cover up my problems” trope hits very close to home for me. I deflect with humor in the exact same flippant way, and just like with Keefe, sometimes it works and sometimes it gets me in trouble with my friends when I need to be serious.

(Yes I want to carry Keefe in a hand a like a tiny dog. Not elaborating.)

Wasn’t sure whether or not to say he gets done dirty by the fans. Historically, this fandom is head over heels in love with him, but right now there’s been a bit of a turn towards combating Fitz hate (another character that often gets pitted against Keefe unjustly bc of shipping discourse) with Keefe hate and saying he’s problematic when he’s really just complex.

So yeah I’m not normal about Keefe at all, if you couldn’t tell.

I managed to talk for a very long time about him

You can tell where the brain bees are buzzing rn can’t you

#kotlc #tmbs #keeper of the lost cities #the mysterious benedict society #newsies #kate wetherall #katherine pulitzer #keefe sencen

[an-evergreen-rose]

When Worlds Collide Part 5

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: Fury decides your fate

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst I guess

A/N: just to let you know, I have written kates and y/n first kiss, however, I'm gonna need to fill in some gaps timeline-wise before I can give it to you... soz

MASTERLIST

You were currently in his lab as the Fury thought it best that they got to know more about you before they decided on what to do with you. So far Tony had found out your DNA  was mutated with a lot of similarities to Peters, and a few extra add ons of course, you were a total of 5 feet and 3 inches tall and you did in fact like cheeseburgers. Maybe that last part was more of Tony's curiosity than Fury's list of questions. 

Kate, unfortunately, had to answer Fury's questions also, so while she was sitting in his office, Clint by her side, you were getting stabbed by tiny needles by Tony while Natasha stood guard.

“How’d you get these powers, kid?” Tony asked whilst drawing some of your blood.

“Went somewhere I shouldn’t have,” You answered vaguely, gaining an eye roll from the redhead.

Natasha lent forward in her seat, resting her elbows on the desk she and Tony were sitting on, opposite from your chair. “You’re gonna have to tell us a bit more than that if you want to see your friend again, Y/N.”

You frowned slightly at her tone, only now realising that this questioning may be more of a friendly interrogation, considering you are a high-powered, random person to them who apparently, came out of a giant portal in the sky. The last time they dealt with portals like that, was in 2012 and the aliens were not so friendly so no wonder they were slightly on edge.

 “Sorry,” You began, making sure to stay on her good side, not too sure how well it would end for you if you didn’t. “My friends and I were out tagging this new spot in the subway-”

“-What the hell is tagging?” Natasha interrupted, clearly not happy with my story already.

“Um, like spray cans and stuff, we found the spot so we put our artwork up first so other people would know we were there.”

“So… vandalism.”

“You could say that I guess.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Carry on.” This wasn’t what she wanted to be doing on a Thursday morning.

“So, we tagged the spot, took some pictures-”

This time, it was Tony who interrupted, “Do you have the pictures?”

“They are on my phone, which I don’t bring out when I’m on patrol. Too many cracked screens and not enough money to fix them,” you tried to lighten the mood, not liking the shift in the atmosphere ever since they separated you and Kate.

“So you have no proof?”

“I guess not, no.” God, you desperately wanted to please these people but they were making it so hard to do so.

Tony scribbled something down on a piece of paper, “Carry on.”

“When we were cleaning up our stuff I felt this sting on my hand and I saw this weird-looking spider had bitten me.”

“Weird how? Can you describe it?” Tony asked.

“It kinda glowed an ominous, mutated-looking green colour.” I watched as Tony underlined his scribbles, obviously wanting to know more.

“Then what happened?” he asked.

“I got sick. Fevers, headaches, cramps. They lasted about 3 days, I was basically bedbound and then I just slept for like 2 days straight. My roommate had to wake me up to eat and drink and stuff and then I woke up and I just felt different.”

This time, Natasha asked the question, “different how?”

“Stronger, more aware, and just like I had the power inside me,” I spoke, unconsciously using my hands to elaborate, “Eventually I figured it out, and then my roommate and I decided we could use it to help. We don’t have the avengers where I’m from, so it was kinda up to me to save the city.”

You continued to answer their questions, hoping that if you just complied, you would get to see Kate again. After about an hour, you were finally let out of the room, finding your raven-haired archer sitting on the floor outside Tony’s lab, her back resting against the wall and an incredibly bored look on her face.

“Jeeze, how many questions did you ask her?” Kate huffed whilst standing up.

“Enough to know she's not a threat,” Natasha answered, standing beside you with her arms crossed, her eyebrow raised watching the archer get up. “I’ll go speak to Fury and see what he wants to do, don’t go too far.”

—

“So, Miss Y/N Y/LN, 19 years old, biologically enhanced with spider-like powers along with bio-electricity and invisibility, fell from the sky and landed in our universe,” Fury began, sitting in his chair whilst you and kate sat on the other side, Clint and Natasha stood behind you. “With no way home.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words. In all the chaos that has happened you only now just realised the severity of it all. Everyone you left behind. Everyone you didn’t get to say goodbye to. You don’t know how you got here and you sure as hell have no idea how to get back. Kate noticed your shift in the mood but her chair was too far away for her to lend a comforting hand. Instead, she watched with a heavy heart as your eyes glassed over at Fury’s words.

“Tony has run some tests regarding last night's portal and has surprisingly accepted defeat in his ability to create another one to get you back home… I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.”

“She can stay with me,” Kate began, a hint of eagerness in her voice which didn’t go unnoticed by the red-headed assassin and her friend.

“That's very kind of Miss Bishop, however, I would like to keep a close eye on our new spider-friend, so she will be staying in the compound until I say so. I would like to understand more of her capabilities before I let her roam around the streets of New York with a rookie avenger.”

“But, Natasha said I wasn’t a threat?” You interrupted.

Fury looked at you with his good eye, and you regretted speaking immediately, “I find that actions speak louder than words, Miss Y/LN. Just because you answered some questions does not mean I trust you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry.” Even Kate knew not to break the silence that had consumed the room, only Natasha dared to speak up.

“You will start training with Wanda and Peter tomorrow morning,” she began, walking over to Fury’s desk to stand by his chair, directing her words at you. “I will be supervising, and relaying daily reports back to Fury on your progress and abilities.”

“Once we know more about you, perhaps you could make yourself useful and join us?” Fury added, his eyebrows raised with hope.

“And if I don’t?”

Fury let out a small chuckle, “Let's just say the U.S government don’t like enhanced personnel living unsupervised.”

“You’ll be put behind bars, kid,” Clint spoke up from behind you, “If you’re not with us, you’re a potential threat to us. The big boys don’t take threats too lightly, not when it comes to the enhanced.”

You sat silently for a moment, life as an avenger, or life behind bars. Not really much to think about really.

“I guess I’ll join your band then.”

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[crappymixtape]

a love letter // 500 follower celebration

Y O U ' R E J U S T S U C H A B I G D E A L 🎶 you're so, milk.

REQUESTS FILLED • CLOSED // you've arrived on tumblr today to find a mixtape waiting for you. black and a little dinged up with an orange and white sticker label on it, scribbled messy sharpie scrawled across the top, i love you, xoxo. the songs are picked specially for you, a love letter in the form of drums and keys and guitars, lyrics and notes and sweet sounds. its like bright laughter at a party, like steve spinning you soft and slow in the kitchen, eddie pressing his nose into your neck around the back of the bar, sounds like everything at all once and it's up to you to pick a favorite. ( PARTY UNDER THE CUT! 🎈🎉 )

MIXTAPE INSTRUCTIONS ( REQUESTS FILLED • CLOSED ) as you listen to the mixtape, choose a song ( an emoji ) below and send me the emoji in an ask here with your boy of choice ( steve or eddie ) and some details of your ask if you have any! i'll be choosing 5-10 of the asks and writing / posting them up over the next week or so • i'll answer your ask if it's picked and tag you in it when it's done! xoxo

💙 ENEMIES -> LOVERS // good but not together, valley 💚 FRIENDS -> LOVERS // believer, SYML 💛 SHY!READER // i need to be alone, girl in red 🧡 SMUT // a little more, milk. 💞 FLUFF // i just love you, roo panes & philip daniel ❤️ PROMPTS LIST // find & choose from the list here!

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AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE

when i got back on here in december to try and find somewhere for my silly little stories i had zero expectations. thought maybe i'd find a couple of people who'd tell me oh, this is cute! but as of yesterday i have FIVE HUNDRED people choosing to click the follow button 😭 i don't even know how to put into words what that feels like. all i can say is...THANK YOU. SERIOUSLY. love to every single one of you, you're all incredible. know that i recognize your handles when you like and reblog and comment on things! i love this lil space of the internet where we can gush over stevie and eddie and talk nonsense and be there for each other. so for now, be well. take good care. and please enjoy the festivities!!

CREDIT -> thank you to @firefly-graphics for the beautiful sun dividers! xoxo

#makeacrappymixtape #500 followers #500 follower celebration #holy fucking shit how do i have 500 people reading this?? #i love you all omg #thank you i love you you're amazing #my lovely moots #i love them #smooches for everyone #and kisses on the forehead #💿 icymi

[little-peril-stories]

Happy STS, Kate!

In TQOL, we explore a very different alternate reality for Bree, but what about Will's alternate reality? Specifically, if IA had never existed for whatever reason, what would Will be doing when we meet him? Would he be happy? And, of course, would he have ever had the opportunity to meet Bree (in either of her two alternate realities)?

Who wants to see what the inside of my brain looks like?!

[Image ID: a spiral notebook with several messy diagrams that look like a mix of a flowchart, a mind map, and a probability tree, detailing all the ways Will's life could have gone differently, including the plots of The Prince of Thieves and The Queen of Lies. There are some random Victorian professions scribbled in the top right corner. The top left corner has CHILD LABOUR written in all caps. End ID.]

Will's alternate reality!! I hadn't ever really given much thought to this, other than a throwaway line in a Jamie chapter somewhere where he wonders what their lives would have been like without IA. Let's discuss.

I think there are so many different stories contained in this question, especially if we entertain the possibility that the Wardrew parents didn't die [when they did in canon].

OK OK first let me address the very obvious CHILD LABOUR note in the picture. 😅 I am OBVIOUSLY staunchly against child labour; it was just a note to myself that in this time period, it was definitely something he might have been subjected to, whether or not the parents were around. Please note that the diagram does point from 'work young' to 'injury/death.' Because child labour is dangerous and bad. Especially in mines, mills, and factories, which might have been common places where kids were 'employed.'

I think Will could potentially head into happily ever after if he'd been forced encouraged not to skip school (as we know he was doing pretty early on) so he could maybe develop better math and literacy skills, meet more people, make connections, and gain a few more transferable skills.

What does HEA look like in this time period? I mean, idk. Maybe he gets into a job he enjoys - not necessarily getting rich but maybe at least having a stable income and not having to worry about starving to death. Maybe he gets married to someone he loves and starts a family. Or maybe that never happens and he happily flirts his way through his entire life like a rascal. 😂

I do think it's realistic to consider some options where he doesn't necessarily get a happy ending, or where he gets It after a great deal of struggle and strife - this is Will, after all. There's no IA, but impulsive and rebellious lil bro just joins someone else's gang. Oops, now we're where we started. 😅 Maybe the family remains in poverty and we're dealing with a workhouse or debtor's prison situation. Maybe, out of desperation, Will joins the navy or army - I can't speak to all time periods, but in the ones I'm familiar with (1812 / 1830s British army), many men enlisted when they felt they had absolutely no other options. I think even without IA, there are a lot of ways Will could screw things up for himself. (love you little buddy!!)

Any chance he could have met Bree somewhere in any of these realities? 💕 Sure, why not!

Maybe he lives a fairly ordinary life and they have a deliciously, disgustingly cliche meet-cute.

Maybe he gets a good job and she comes in one day to...idk, place an order or buy something, or he rolls into her house sweep the chimney, or idk, pick your fave cute Victorian profession. 😊 He immediately flirts with her in this scenario, btw.

Maybe he does some sort of job in her family's home (like Jamie once did) or 😈 in her and her husband's 😈 home, and they meet that way. (I like this one. 😊)

Maybe Bree's parents died when they did so they BOTH work in some rich person's household - she perhaps as a maid or something and he as a gardener or something. (I also like this one. 😊) A similar idea would be where they both work in the same awful, not-so-cushy workplace like a mill, factory, etc.

Thank you for this question! It was so fun to consider and answer. 💕

#happy sts! #storyteller saturday #lps the prince of thieves #lps the queen of lies #will wardrew is a snarky little sh*t #Bree Cooper just wants to live her life

[islemeadow]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by the lovely @suspendingtime - thank you, this was so much fun! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only two so far! But they are quite massive and there will be at least two more in order to finish the entire "ABCD-series of Kanthony and their offspring", as I call it. All of it is written already, but I'm a bit neurotic and want to hone them into perfection before releasing anything, so therefore the "one chapter a week" publishing pace...

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

151,977

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bridgerton. The first fanfic I ever wrote was for Game of Thrones, several years ago, but it kind of blew out of proportion and I never finished it, so therefore did not publish it either. Maybe I will, one day...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Like I said earlier, I only have two works published of my gigantic series so far! The first one is finished but the second one is not and has been out for only a couple of weeks, so here we are:

Aspire - Kanthony's continuation story (365)

Burn - Edmund Bridgerton II's story (35)

Covet - Miles Bridgerton's story

Dare - Lily Bridgerton's story

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes - obviously. I have to quote @suspendingtime on this one, because they phrased it so well:

"Why... I sort of have a need? Idk, when I see a comment it's hard to just leave it hanging there and not to reply. Like irl if someone looked at something I made and verbally commented on it... and I just stared back blankly not saying anything. 😐 This is how it feels to me on the receiving end at least haha. And my replies saying various forms of 'Thank you!' is probably quite repetitive, but hey ho."

And every time I say "thank you", I really mean it. I'm honestly so tremendously grateful for every comment I have ever got, I did not even think anyone would care about my scribblings...! 🙏

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I'm trying to write very bridgertonesque happy endings, but I guess "Covet - Miles Bridgerton's story" will be the angstiest one as a whole.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, happy endings are what I strive for, but perhaps "Dare - Lily Bridgerton's story" since it'll be the last one of the entire series and you've got to end on a high note!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far no, fortunately.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, although that too has not YET been published! But there will be some, soooon... And what kind? I try to be as true as possible to the source material of my fics, in other words the Bridgerton TV-series, so I guess I have kind of gone with that smut-wise. So I would describe it in the same manner as the intimate scenes in the series. It's not pornography, but neither is it a "rom com fade out and cut to the next morning" immediately when two people collapse on a bed, so you'll definitely know what's going on between the characters even though it's not described in super explicit detail.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, at least. Normally I'm not a huge fan of crossovers, but I'm still open for it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!! Not that I'm aware of. I don't really understand why anyone would steal something that is already out there for free?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not. Apart from English, which is not my mother tongue, I speak Swedish and Finnish, plus very little German and Spanish, but it would feel strange to write fanfiction in any other language than English, I think.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but it could be fun if we're on the same page! (stupid writer pun intended)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Clearly and undoubtedly Kate & Anthony, since they have inspired me to write approximately a thousand pages of fanfic... 😅 But I'm in general a very passionate shipper and I'll get a lot more interested in a series or a novel if there's a couple whose (possible) story I fall in love with and begin to root for. Last ones I got mildly obsessed with were Bonnet and Blackbeard in Our Flag Means Death.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It has to be the Game of Thrones one I mentioned earlier. Somehow I got blown away by the character of the wildling woman Karsi who was VERY briefly part of season 5 (and is not even in the books), so I began to write an entire background story for her and how she became the chieftain of her clan, but never got to the (sad canon-compliant) ending of it all.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Um... I guess I'm very productive at least, haha. If I get into a nice flow I can write for hours and hours. Dialogue comes very easy and usually I only plan a little ahead, like what the premise of a scene is, but most of the time it feels like the characters surprise myself as well and take it somewhere more or less unexpected - but better.

That probably describes my writing in general, it doesn't feel like I actively have to imagine these stories happening, rather simply document everything that pours out of my mind onto my laptop. If I don't get to write I get peevish, as if suffering from withdrawals...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably sometimes forgetting to describe the setting around the character/s, or at least that is something I have to often remind myself of and maybe add on later. For example describing how a specific room or someone's clothes look (maybe fanfic is quite forgiving in this sense, since everyone already knows e.g. what Aubrey Hall or Bridgerton House looks like).

Another thing I seem to forget is the fact that the sun can't always be shining, although if you look at the Bridgerton TV-series is actually does, EXCEPT for when something dramatic is happening, then it's POURING. So, perhaps that's just being true to the source material, as with the smut...? 😅

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Well, the languages I know aren't especially useful considering a Bridgerton fic, unless I one day come up with some Swedish prince or princess etc, but Kanthony's children are in fact speaking Hindi in my series. Being raised as bilingual myself I definitely wanted that for them too and I thought that Kate would want it as well, but unfortunately I'm solely relying on translation websites and would love it if someone who actually knows Hindi would check the text...!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished: Game of Thrones, but actually published: Bridgerton.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Tough question...! But I have to say... The previously mentioned "Covet - Miles Bridgerton's story". And not because it's the angstiest one, but because I kind of feel like I can't even take credit for the story of Miles and his love interest to work out so well. I had planned an entirely different thing for Miles, a lot more boring one, but in the middle of "Burn - Edmund Bridgerton's story" I had this huge epiphany when one of the characters went rogue on me and I sat there writing and suddenly had to pause like "ah, damn... You're in love with Miles, aren't you, you poor thing?" and then I gladly went on with that, because it simply made so much sense.

You'll see soon what I'm talking about, I think we're still a few chapters away from that when I have only four chapters of "Burn" published at the moment...!

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I tried to find some writers who had not been tagged to this yet, so please ignore this if you already have replied to these questions earlier or if you just don't want to, which is perfectly alright! ❤️ But I'm sending this onwards to: @fitrahgolden , @silverhallow and @waterlilyrose

#20 questions for fic writers #tag game #fanfic writing #fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #kanthony fanfic

[skylertheminish]

I can imagine Ceru demanding a bedtime story before she goes to sleep for the night

(I'll draw this when I have less work on the back burner this is too cute! So here's more awful writing from myself :D).

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"Cewa!" The little knight called, her favourite book held tightly in her blades. She waddled all around the house looking for someone to read her a bedtime story. She waddled to the kitchen and found a Kate getting ready to head home. She wasn't going to tell Ceru her bedtime story.

So off the little knight went in search of another. Waddling to the sitting room, she'd find her brother napping on the sofa. He would read the bedtime story if he could read the funny human scribbles. Not wanting to wake little Arma, Ceru left in search of another.

Heading down the hallway the little fire blade Pokémon would remember the room Carer would sometimes go in. The computer room, that was also a home office of sorts. With a sense of confidence, Little Ceru made her way into the computer room and let out a happy cheer! There was someone there who'd read her bedtime story.

She excitedly ran over, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the voice chat she was interrupting.

She called.

She bapped his leg.

She nudged him with her book.

"Cewauu!"

The little knights antics got a series of awwws and chuckles from the voice chat.

"Hey!" Carer giggled as he reached to pick up the little knight and sat her down on his lap "what ya doing up? Your supposed to be in your bed! Oh you want a bedtime story?"

"Cewaa!" She chirped excitedly.

"He nae reading ya stories eh lass?" A male sounding voice teased from the vc "how dare he".

"You shush" Carer chuckled.

"That's a good book too!" Another friend tossed their two pence in "go and read your superior her bedtime story!".

With a chuckle, Carer took the little knight to her room, tucked her in and began to read Ceru her favourite book about a young Charcadet who protected his friends.

@the-spam-specialist.

#pokemon #ceruledge #answered asks #the spam specialist #my inane writing #ceruledge the smol #Carer jokingly refers to Ceru as his superior or Pokemon overlord in vc #the superior thing is inspired by me referring to my cat as lordship or overlord in discord vc

[newtonsheffield]

Could we please get some fluff from your hand was the one I reached for?? I'm already bracing myself for the angst and nothing has happened yet.

Can we see Anthony with his boys? Or with Charlotte and Newton? Please Molly pleaasseeeeeeeee

Okay... Here goes.

Anthony desperately loved his family. There was no one in the world who could deny that, Anthony thought, not when they saw them together. It had started with Kate, as most things in his life had, he'd meant every word he'd said when he'd watched Kate all day at Edwina's wedding still remembering the tears that had streamed down her cheeks when she said I've loved you my entire life, Anthony and you know that! He'd marched right up to the microphone at the front and tapped loudly on it, a noise that he couldn't hear but he saw the way people winced nearby, Josie's grandmother nearly falling out of her seat as they turned towards him but his eyes had only sought Kate's, as he'd poured his heart out to her.

He'd seen Edwina translating to Josie smiling softly but she hadn't been smiling when she'd made her way over to Anthony afterwards, tapping him on the shoulder as he swayed with Kate against his chest.

"Kind of stole my thunder there, Buddy."

Anthony had grinned a little sheepishly. "Sorry, but can you really blame me."

Edwina had sighed, kissing his cheek, "I'm happy for you, you know I think you're the best but if you hurt her again, I will cut your balls off in your sleep."

"She won't." Josie had sighed behind her.

"You never let me threaten anybody!" Edwina had hissed, turning away, the silk of her Sari swishing officiously behind her, "I meant what I said, Anthony! One tear and there'll be no babies, I don't care what you said in that speech!"

He'd been so unbelievably happy, waking up every morning beside Kate, his heart pounding in his chest whenever Kate walked through the door, one of his customers scribbling on the whiteboard

The two of you are very sweet together

Anthony nodded, grinning as he wrote

She's my favourite person, I'm going to marry her one day

He had, barely a year after that, his heart pounding in his chest as Kate had walked towards him and their lives had been tied together forever, their child already growing between them.

He loved every second of being a father, he loved watching Edmund discover the world around him, his signs hesitant and tentative, his hands shaking just as Anthony's had once. He loved watching neddy sit on Kate's knee with his hand pressed against the swell of her stomach, grinning up at him in awe as the baby kicked against his hand!

"Papa it kicked!"

Anthony could hardly hold it all in his chest, how much he loved his family, the one he'd been so close to never having at all. He loves every mad minute of it. Every temper tantrum in the store, every lost sock and late night and everything in between. He loved watching Kate teaching Miles BSL, gently signing along with her words, helping him mimic words he saw all the time, he loved seeing Kate's personality in his boys and little parts of himself shining back at him. Edmund ran around with a tiny notebook slung over his chest and his pen clutched in his hand, ready and eager to talk to everyone, confident in a way Anthony had never been. Miles was quieter, gentler, more ready to observe the world as he clung to Kate's side when they were out, hiding his face in her neck whenever anyone spoke to him but even so, even though he wasn't fluent in sign and Kate sometimes had to step in to interpret, every night Miles would curl up on Anthony's lap and they'd read a story together, Miles at the very end looking up at him with his little eyes drooping as he signed,

"Love you, Daddy."

It brought tears to his eyes every time, "I love you too, Milo."

He slid into bed beside Kate, tucking his face against her neck as she smiled. "I love you, Kate."

"I love you too, Ant, lots."

He sat every day, hungrily watching his family, trying to hold on to every moment, two-year-old Miles with his legs dangling over the edge of the sofa as he watched Edmund laying on the floor, playing with Newton. Kate laying beside him on the sofa, Mary in an armchair. Anthony settled gently next to Kate, kissing the top of her head his heart pounding in his chest as Kate hummed, tucking herself tiredly into the side of his chest.

"How was today?"

Kate sighed, "Today was good, but your baby still refuses to let me eat anything before 1pm."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "She's our baby, and she's just very spirited."

Kate scoffed, kissing the end of his nose, "It's not a she, we only have boys."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "I'm getting a baby Kate this time, I know it."

He felt a tug on his sleeve, Miles looking up at him with his glasses held on with a bright purple strap around his head, signing gently with his words.

"How was work, Daddy?"

Anthony smiled, kissing his forehead, "Work was great. I made Bee cookies, and Auntie Soph made cakes that looked like bears."

And without missing a beat, Miles nodded, then turned towards Mary who'd spoken fluent BSL since Anthony was nine and signed as he spoke. "He said he made cookies today. Auntie Soph made cakes."

And he had no idea why Miles did it, why he felt the need to interpret what Anthony had said to someone else, but it only made Anthony love him more.

"That's amazing Milo, well done." Mary said gently, smiling at her grandson who shrugged a little bemusedly.

"I didn't make them, Daddy did."

#my hand was the one you reached for au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 41: Follow Me Into the Next Life

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. Their goal is to explore the mysterious Blackfold Castle. Protective wards, set by a queen who took her own life, have kept curious treasure-hunters away for centuries. When the couple first arrives, Sebastian attempts to break the wards with no success. However, Kate is able to stroll past the barrier with no issue and somehow is able to bring Sebastian with her. As they approach, Kate's emotions suddenly transform to ones of fear, grief, and deep sorrow. Soon, it seems that the castle itself is pulling them inside.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+ - minors should not read or interact with this story. This chapter really doesn't have content warnings, but there are some sad moments related to heartbreak.

Artwork: The illustrated pictures of Kate and Sebastian were commissioned from @giselsann-opencommissions.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 41: Follow Me Into the Next Life

When the doors shut behind them, candles suddenly flicker to life, bringing the interior out of the darkness for the first time in over 500 years. Sebastian is surprised to find the air inside the castle fresh, as though someone had been here recently, though in his heart he knows that couldn’t be true. The castle has deemed them special enough to grant access, though he is not sure why.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asks gently.

Kate’s inner turmoil has disappeared - no longer terrified and overwhelmed with melancholia, she feels a sense of relief. Nodding, she replies in amazement, “I’m… completely fine now.”

Sebastian leads the way, moving cautiously inside the huge hall. It’s oddly empty, with plenty of open space. Plaid tapestries line the walls. Stained glass windows allow colored light into the hall. A wooden table lies in the center of the room and, behind it, a huge pensieve. On the table are a piece of parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink. Ornate candlesticks burn brightly on each side of the set of writing tools.

The eerie silence is only broken by their footsteps as they make their way to the table, which is clean, though it would stand to reason it should be quite dusty and dirty after many centuries.

Sebastian and Kate lean over, examining the only words written on the parchment: Ma tha an dithis agaibh an seo, bha sinn soirbheachail.

Kate glances at her boyfriend, furrowing her brow. She shakes her head. “I don’t know what that means…”

Sebastian appears bewildered. “It’s Scottish Gaelic.” He reads the words aloud fluently, then murmurs its translation. “If you are both here… we were successful.”

“You know the language?” Kate asks, surprised.

“Yes,” he replies, still looking unsettled by the message. “My father taught me Latin, Greek, and Scottish Gaelic. And then I studied some more languages on my own - I can understand Ancient Runes, Phoenician, Cyrillic, and Aramaic.”

Kate looks at him in wonder. “That’s incredible. I had no idea.” 

“‘If you are both here, we were successful,’” Sebastian repeats, his eyebrows knitting together. “I don’t understand.”

She examines the parchment once more, then the items on the table. “Why leave writing utensils and only that one sentence?”

He takes the quill, dipping it into the pot of ink. “That’s exactly the question. I have a hunch. I’m going to try something.” He scribbles two words on the paper and says them aloud in English. Feasgar math. “Good afternoon.” 

Kate gasps as their first exchanged messages disappear, replaced by another. Sebastian narrates and translates. “Tha mi air feitheamh cho fada gus an ruig thu. I have waited so long for you to arrive.”

Who are you? Sebastian queries in Scottish Gaelic.

I am you, the parchment answers cryptically.

Kate and Sebastian glance confusedly at each other.

What is your name?

Eilionoir. And yours?

“Queen Eilionoir of Blackfold Castle,” Kate murmurs. “How…? How is she doing this? It’s impossible. She’s dead…”

“Should we give our names?” Sebastian asks.

“I don’t know,” she replies. “It could be the work of Dark magic… What do you think?”

Sebastian begins scribbling again. What shall you do with our names?

I shall do nothing. I am merely curious to know our names.

Our names?

Yes. Our names. Please. And pray tell, what is the year?

1899. Sebastian glances at Kate, who nods in approval. We are Sebastian Renatus Sallow and Kate Camellia Mayflower.

I see. Much time has passed. I wonder why it took so many centuries. I have never heard such names.

What do you mean by “it?”

You shall understand soon.

Sebastian grows bolder, tired of playing games. Why did you draw Kate into this place? Do you seek to harm us?

It has been so long. I did not wish to risk losing you both. I waited for you specifically. I promise that neither of you shall not be harmed. I want you to understand. Please take note. Should you heed my instructions, you shall be greatly rewarded. You shall leave this place with more knowledge and wealth than you can imagine.

Kate and Sebastian exchange glances, eyebrows raised.

We do not understand, but we await your directions.

If you are Neacal, you surely must know how to use a Pensieve, yes?

Sebastian shakes his head. Perhaps this charmed paper is not as effective or intelligent as he was beginning to believe. My name is Sebastian. I know how to use a Pensieve.

Marvelous. Sebastian, I have left memories for you and Kate to view. You likely enjoy exploring, yes?

Yes.

You shall explore this castle, where I once dwelled. In each room of the southern wing, I left bottled memories. Collect them. If you use them in order, you shall see the story of my life chronologically. Do not disturb any of the items in the rooms - only procure the memories. When your task is complete, I shall reveal more - and provide a reward.

Sebastian is not quite sure what to say, so he ends with: Thank you.

“I’ve never used a Pensieve…” Kate tells him hesitantly.

“It isn’t difficult,” Sebastian assures her.

Kate grasps his hand tightly. “Sebastian, how is any of this possible?”

Sebastian shakes his head. “I’m not entirely certain. It would take powerful magic to link one’s conscious memory to an object, like a piece of parchment. Queen Eilionoir must have had a very important reason to do it - that would take serious determination and skill. I just… I don’t understand why she writes that she has waited for us, specifically. How could she know us?”

“I don’t know, either. But… I do not think we are in danger. Do you?” Kate asks.

“No, I don’t,” he replies. “We should see this through. I’m intrigued by the promise of this reward.”

They set off into the south wing, ready to explore.

An hour later, Kate finishes arranging the memory vials in the order in which they discovered them. 

“I wonder how long each of the memories will last,” Kate muses. “There are so many of them… We will likely be here until the evening.”

Sebastian leans over the Pensieve and gazes into the wispy, swirling basin. “Let’s not wait any longer, then. I am ready when you are.”

Kate nods. “So, what do I do?”

“Stand next to the Pensieve. I will retrieve a memory, open the bottle, and empty its contents. Then, both of us shall place our faces into the Pensieve,” he explains, walking to the table and selecting the first memory. “It will feel strange at first. You will feel like you are truly there, and you’ll see what this person experienced. You will not be able to interact with anything in the memory, but you will be able to move about and see a little beyond what the queen could see herself.” He uncaps the glass top of the memory bottle. “Does that make sense? Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” she affirms.

Sebastian lets the silvery memory trickle out of the bottle and into the Pensieve. He and Kate stare at each other, resolved. They place their faces into the basin, and their world fades away, replaced by Queen Eilionoir’s. 

At first, Kate feels as though she is falling, but she doesn’t even notice that she lands. 

They’re in a large, green field, bordered by a forest. In the distance is a tiny cottage with a pen for livestock.

A little girl runs by, chasing after a lamb. She has long, blonde, very curly hair, green eyes, and freckles - Kate notes that she almost looks like a cherub, despite her clothing - a dark brown dress with a tattered smock, along with a dark cloth wrapped around the top of her head. Her cheeks are tinted pink, and she’s panting, trying to keep up with the runaway animal. She cries out in a language Kate doesn’t understand. 

Sebastian, standing next to Kate, murmurs, “She’s telling the lamb to stop and wait. But it doesn’t look like it will. We’ll have to follow her.”

 He takes Kate’s hand, and they begin jogging towards the lamb and child. 

Up ahead, underneath a tree, there sits a small boy, about the same age, paging through a book. He has dark - almost black - hair and brown eyes, trained on a book. He appears to be talking to himself. His clothes are in much better shape. As the little girl approaches, the boy finally looks up. 

She continues shouting at the lamb as it furthers its lead. Finally, she trips somehow, falling down hard with an “Oomph!”

The young lad closes his book, stands, and pulls a wand out of his pocket, pointing it at the lamb. He murmurs something, moving the wand, and, as a result, the creature freezes in place. Then, he dashes over to the little girl, checking to see if she is alright. He helps her stand. 

“Merlin,” Sebastian marvels. “He couldn’t be much older than five. How could he do that at that age?”

The children converse with each other.

“She thanked him. Then, they exchanged names. Eilionoir Aitken and Neacal Brody. He has offered to help her to bring the lamb back to its pen,” Sebastian explains to Kate.

Little Neacal picks up the lamb with great effort, and the two begin walking back in the direction from which Eilionoir came.

The memory fades, and Kate and Sebastian find themselves back in their world as they remove their faces from the Pensieve.

Kate touches her face, surprised it isn’t wet. “Neacal… Isn’t that the name the parchment mentioned earlier?”

“Yes,” replies Sebastian. “Let’s view the next memory, if you’re ready.”

Eilionoir cannot be much more than a year older than in the previous memory. The scenery is a one-room home, a very rustic one. Eilionoir’s face is dirty; she is sitting up on a bed stuffed with three younger siblings, fast asleep. Her mother pulls a wooden chair close to the bed. Eilionoir clutches her stomach and appears to complain.

“She’s hungry,” Sebastian translates.

Eilionoir’s mother responds to her, taking a strand of blond curls in her hair.

Sebastian listens to the conversation, then tells Kate what transpired. He’s frowning. “Her mother told her that she should just go to sleep if she’s hungry, for there is no more food. She then taught Eilionoir that someday, she will save the family from poverty by marrying someone wealthy. She told her that it is a woman’s duty to marry and have children for her husband. It is the only thing women are made for, and she tells Eilionoir that she must be so pretty for a reason - that she is sure to attract someone of a higher status.”

Eilionoir smiles innocently, then asks another question. Then, the memory fades.

When Kate and Sebastian return to their world, he translates again. “Eilionoir asked if her husband will have food.”

Kate looks down, troubled by what they saw and heard. “Such poverty… and yet she ended up here, in Blackfold Castle.”

Many years pass throughout the memories inside the third bottle.

Most of the scenes take place after sunset, as it grows dark outside. Kate eventually deduces that they must only be able to meet at night, after the day’s work is complete.

Eilionoir meets Neacal at the same tree from the first memory. He holds his wand out, clearly utilizing Lumos. They laugh, running through a dark forest, side by side. They eventually come to a river, and Neacal finds a fallen tree that might lead them across, but it’s clearly not all that stable or safe. Eilionoir tries to hold him back, but Neacal climbs onto it without any hesitation. Stepping carefully and testing his weight, he makes it across the river. Then, he beckons for her to follow, and she does. The moment she is across, they run further and further into the woods.

The next memory finds Neacal seated at the tree, waiting for Eilionoir again. He reads a book using his illuminated wand. Eilionoir arrives and sits beside him. He recites the words to her. 

“A fairy tale?” Kate guesses.

Sebastian laughs, shaking his head. “Far from it.” He steps closer to the two of them, hovering close behind and examining the words on the page. “It’s a book that teaches about magical theory.” 

Kate furrows her brow. “They can’t be more than nine years old… Are you sure?”

He chuckles. “Yes, I’m certain. And look, they are both so interested…”

“At nine, I would have been reading tales of princesses and heroes,” Kate muses. “How strange.”

Sebastian smiles. “I would have, too, but I certainly would have read things like this, as well. My parents always encouraged studying serious texts along with enjoying fun stories.”

Kate gazes at Sebastian in amazement and admiration. 

The scene changes. Neacal leads Eilionoir to his home, where his parents provide her with a hot meal. Then, Neacal asks his father for something. He returns with three long boxes.

“Wands,” Kate guesses. “Perhaps his parents were wandmakers.”

Eilionoir tries out two of the wands with disastrous results, but the third produces a bright light the moment she touches it. She asks Neacal’s father if it costs money, and he shakes his head, gesturing that it belongs to her now. She beams.

Not much time passes, and Kate and Sebastian again see the two of them by “their” tree. 

Neacal takes Eilionoir’s left hand, and wraps a flower around her ring finger, whispering something in her ear. Eilionoir blushes intensely. He chastely kisses her cheek.

“He said he would marry her someday,” Sebastian murmurs with a smile, nudging Kate. “That he would take care of her.”

“All of this is so sweet.” Kate smiles.

More years go by. Most of the scenes are about Neacal reading to or teaching spells to Eilionoir, helping her to practice and hone her magic. They are thrilled with every success, hugging each other and dancing around.

Kate and Sebastian are sent back to their reality. 

“This is fascinating,” Kate says, “And I want to keep going, but perhaps we should take a break for luncheon.”

Sebastian chuckles. Without Kate, that never would have crossed his mind - he would normally have been too obsessed and enthralled to stop for even a moment, but now that she’s said it, his stomach growls. He agrees, and Kate quickly prepares a cheese and meat plate with fresh bread and grapes. It’s not much, but it will sustain them for a few more hours. 

When Sebastian tips the next silvery memory into the Pensieve, he and Kate dive right in, reinvigorated by their light lunch.

This memory isn’t happy at all.

Eilionoir’s mother lies dead in her bed, a midwife packing up tools. Her father is screaming at the midwife, as if she could have done something more. 

Eilionoir (likely twelve years old now) and her five younger siblings cower in bed, sobbing.

That night, Eilionoir sneaks out as soon as everyone is asleep. She dashes to Neacal’s house and taps at the small window she knows to be right above his bed. A few minutes later, he slips outside. The moment Eilionoir lays eyes on him, she bursts into tears. Neacal leads her to their tree, where she can actually let it all out. She sobs loudly, practically unable to breathe. Neacal holds her in an embrace, rubbing her back. 

This scene fades, and then one begins, with Eilionoir and her father. He is having a serious discussion with her. 

“He says that the family depends on Eilionoir more than ever, with her mother gone. She needs to look after her siblings and mind the house. He actually said to her, ‘Childhood is over,’” Sebastian explains. He listens to more of their conversation, then continues, “Her father is telling her that she is practically a woman now and that he will look for a match for her as soon as possible. Through marriage, Eilionoir could lift the family out of poverty.”

Kate scoffs. “A woman? She doesn’t even look like a teenager.”

Perhaps a year later, Eilionoir’s body has shifted closer to that of a young lady. At night, she and Neacal, who also looks older and more filled out, walk in the woods hand in hand, under the light of the moon. They reach the river where they once used to play as children. Neacal gestures for Eilinoir to sit on a fallen tree, and he settles in next to her, quite close. The stars are reflected in the water, and lacewing flies light up all around them. 

Neacal takes her face in his hands, leans in, and kisses Eilionoir softly. When they break apart, he begins to speak and continues for a long while. She smiles at him, and when he finishes, she presses her lips to his once more. Just like when they were children, Neacal wraps a flower around her left ring finger, whispering in her ear.

Sebastian clears his throat. “Neacal says he will marry her. He will provide for her and her family. He will properly speak to her father about a wedding as soon as he finishes his apprenticeship. He says they will always be happy, and he will always cherish her. They’ll be together every day and not have to sneak around at night anymore. He promises he will procure a real ring for her.”

Kate smiles, then frowns, realizing that she eventually becomes a queen - not Neacal’s wife. 

A couple more years pass. Eilionoir listens in as Neacal speaks to her father about a marriage. To her surprise, her father agrees but says that Neacal must prove that he can actually provide for Eilionoir and her family. Neacal shakes his hand, promising to do so. 

When Kate and Sebastian emerge from the Pensieve, Kate gestures for him to hurry up and pour in the contents of the next bottle.

A year has passed. Eilionoir is smiling, and her siblings are quite excited. There is to be a royal procession through the village. They beg Eilionoir to let them leave their chores for just an hour so that they may see it, and, after some hesitation, she agrees. 

They all stroll towards town, joining a large crowd lining the main road. They soon hear horns, signaling the arrival of the procession. 

There are musicians on horseback at the front of the procession. Then, there are knights and royal officials, riding on unicorns, no less. Eilionoir’s youngest sibling, no more than seven years old, jumps up and down excitedly, pointing at the rare creatures. Eilionoir grins at the joy this has brought them. Eventually, a carriage pulled by thestrals rolls past, slowly. There is a man, wearing a crown, inside, who waves at all of the villagers. His eyes meet Eilionoir’s and do not leave until the carriage has long passed. The procession continues on, and at the end, there is a performer who uses fire magic to entertain.

When it is over, Eilionoir pushes her siblings to return home. The younger ones skip and sing all the way back. 

When Eilionoir opens the door, there is an older man - someone who appears noble - speaking to her father. Eilionoir is taken aback and quickly pulls her siblings back around the house to their livestock pen to get back to their work.

Tiptoeing back around the house, she tries to not arouse suspicion, as she clearly plans to listen in to the conversation, but the nobleman exits, sees her, and slightly bows. Eilionoir appears confused but curtsies. She enters the house to find her father smiling and laughing. He asks her to sit down, unable to speak at first because he is practically cackling with happiness. Then, he begins sharing some news with her. Eilionoir, at first, grins but then turns pale.

Sebastian’s face falls as he listens in. “Her father says that their life of poverty is over. Eilionoir is to be married to the prince of Blackfold Castle, Luthais. He saw her, thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and immediately requested for someone to speak to her father to arrange a marriage agreement. He does not care that her family is poor.”

Eilinoir begins to tear up. She calmly asks a question.

“Eilionoir asks how her father could do this, when she has already been promised to Neacal.”

Her father shakes his head and answers her as though she is being ridiculous.

“He says that their engagement was never official and that Neacal could never offer her what the prince could. Neacal could not lift her family from poverty. Neacal could not give Eilionoir’s father a hefty annual allowance and a title,” Sebastian explains somberly.

Eilinoir argues with him, then begins screaming and crying, to no avail.

In the next scene, Eilionoir tells Neacal the news. They both cry and hold each other, realizing there may be no way out of this situation as they go through potential options. Neacal promises that, despite their dour circumstances, he will still try to find a solution.

Then, the season changes from spring to summer. Eilionoir sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night, meeting with Neacal at their tree. They immediately begin kissing desperately. Tears spill from Eilionoir’s eyes. She whispers to him.

“I do not wish to leave you. I cannot live without you, Neacal,” Sebastian translates. 

Neacal presses his lips to her forehead, tearing up. “I love you, Eilionoir. I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will.”

“Please tell me you have found a way for us to be together,” Eilionoir begs. 

Neacal looks down, his forehead touching hers. “I did everything I could. There is no solution. Not in this life.”

She is wracked with sobs. They hold each other close, moving to finally sit down. 

“Eilionoir, though I cannot make you my wife, I may have devised a way for us to be together. Not in this life, but the next. Do you trust me?” Neacal asks.

She nods, brushing away tears. “With all my heart. I trust you with my life.”

Neacal reaches into a pocket in his cloak. He gets on one knee and holds out a golden ring with a moonstone. “Will you follow me into the next life?”

Eilionoir appears confused. 

“I want you to have this ring to remember me by. However, it’s also an assurance we shall find each other someday. I have never studied so much or gone to such lengths in my life. I traveled to meet with an elder to ensure my work was not in vain. I have finally done it, Eilionoir. I have actually created a spell.” From his cloak pocket, he retrieves and unfolds a piece of parchment. “It’s… it’s a spell for reincarnation.” He gives her a serious, earnest look, searching her face for approval.

“Reincarnation? I never believed it possible,” Eilionoir replies, mystified, gazing at him. “But if you say it is possible, then I know it is possible.” 

“It will work. I know it will work.” His tone is determined, sure. 

Eilionoir kisses his hand, and then he slides the ring onto her finger - a perfect fit. 

“We’ll have another chance,” he murmurs, placing a green ring with a moonstone onto his left ring finger. Then, he shows her the parchment. “We must cast this together under the full moon while wearing the rings. Our souls will unite in the next life.”

Eilionoir scans the parchment, then gazes upon Neacal with genuine hope in her eyes.

The two, in unison, look up at the night sky, where a full moon watches over them. Neacal takes his lover’s hand and helps her to stand.

“We must use both of our wands at once, with both of our hands, and create a circle around us to bind us,” Neacal instructs. “Then, we shall recite the enchantment.”

Both of them take out their wands. Neacal places his in Eilionoir’s hand and then his hand joins hers. They turn in a circle, which somehow materializes around them in a wispy white. The moonstones on their rings light up. 

“I want to see this spell,” Sebastian insists, strolling right behind them and peeking over their shoulders. As it is a Pensieve memory, Eilionoir and Neacal have no reaction to his close hovering. He reads, “‘Geas a cheangal anaman gu bràth’ - ‘A spell to join souls forever.’” 

Eilionoir and Neacal begin to recite the spell - it sounds more like a prayer than anything, Kate thinks. “Gràdh mo bheatha, bheir sinn aghaidh air bàs gun eagal. Tha sinn gu bhith a’ coinneachadh a-rithist fon ghealach làn san ath bheatha. Chan urrainn ar n-anaman a bhith air an dealachadh gu bràth. Tha sinn gu h-iriosal a' guidhe air na diathan sinn a bhi air ar ceangal aon uair eile.”

Sebastian translates as quickly as he can, while they speak. “Love of my life, we shall face death without fear. We are destined to meet again under the full moon in the next life. Our souls can never be parted. We beg the gods humbly for us to be joined once more.”

The circle drawn with their wands lights up brightly, sparkling. It constricts around them until it disappears in a burst. Little stars, like glitter, fall all around them. 

“It worked,” Neacal whispers. He turns to face Eilionoir. “It truly did work…”

“I love you,” Eilionoir murmurs, pressing her lips to his. Their kiss quickly becomes desperate, passionate, hungry. 

The two fall to their knees, clinging to each other, their hands everywhere, as they kiss.

“Neacal,” Eilionoir pants out. “I will only ever love you. We are truly married now in my heart. Please…” She trails off, unable to finish the words.

“Eilionoir,” Neacal chokes out, his hands in her hair.

“I will not save my innocence for a man I do not love,” she finally breathes out, looking deeply into his eyes. “Please, Neacal… Make love to me… You are my true husband…”

Neacal gazes upon her for a long moment, and then they begin kissing again. Neacal gently lays Eilionoir down, maneuvering himself over her. 

The memory fades.

When Sebastian and Kate find themselves back in their reality, they are completely silent for a full minute, both of their minds spinning.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #aged up sebastian sallow #hufflepuff x slytherin #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc #hogwarts legacy original character

[sundayinthcpark]

okay so i’m still scribbling down ideas and i’m kinda stoned and idk if i’ll ever manage to write this cos i have never rlly written anything like this (literally anything i’ve never written for one of these fandoms i’ve never finished a multi chap plotted fic i’ve never written an in-depth au like idk if i even could do this) but the other day my brain decided WOULDN’T IT BE COOL if Kingsman and UNIT were the same people. (and honestly MIB: International a bit too) but like. Kingsman Doctor Who AU. that’s mostly focused on osgate.

for whatever reason, the code name Arthur isn’t used and is instead replaced with The Doctor. why, idk. there doesn’t need to be a reason. just, when the doctor, the brig, and liz shaw all started this, he decided his code name was The Doctor and it’s been that way since

also the plot was: three different stories, spanning a couple different time periods.

first story (kingsman: the secret service) is very much just stolen ideas from what i know of the Cyber-Reality Big Finish stories. which admittedly about 80% of that (i did start listening to them. finally) is because of @technicallywrite’s fanfic 🫡 but i promise i am doing my research. but anyway like that cyber program instead of valentine’s program??? osgood thinking kate’s dead for like half the story adds some fun to it and i could add kate’s pov w whatever’s happening to her OR i could just. go off from Kingsman and do it closer to Big Finish and just call it good.

ideally: harry = kate; eggsy = osgood; arthur = 12th doctor; merlin = river

considering replacing jakobi!master w gomez!master for some extra fun? like it just could be fun is all.

also: focus is osgate but there is background stuff going on. 12/River/Missy ???? do some fun little twists get them all together i think they deserve it. also other knights/agents would be (possibly.) amy, rory, clara, rose, yaz, donna, martha, bill, sam, josh, gwen, ianto, maybe jack? not as important characters literally just names to fill in blanks. i have code names for them too just in case it’s needed as well as ships cos background ships r always so fun

also was thinking abt the possibility of: sarah jane is the lancelot being replaced. i don’t wanna kill her either but. it adds some fun messy stuff for kate cos i am always a sarah jane/kate truther but also establishing it all could be messy

also was considering just having sarah jane have been a past agent that kate’s father knew (will get into family history in a sec) and kate got to occasionally hear some stories about her OR sarah jane is kate’s aunt (basically they knew each other but sarah jane is gone now and kate struggles with that a bit)

cos kate’s dad was obviously part of Kingsman which is how Kate got recruited- sorta. (here is why i want sarah jane to be. important and not related to kate but i can’t change some of it) cos she technically still had to be recruited but sarah jane kept an eye on kate while she was in military training and actually recruited her having not realised who she was until after she had already decided

which is about to be what happens here cos. osgood is a rlly fucking good hacker and they can hack into p much any database okay so kingsman has been keeping an eye on them- not cos they’re worried that osgood will reveal them, just cos they kinda think she’s brilliant- and kate actually ends up running into them at a bar. where idk what but some kinda relatively easy to defeat alien shows up right and kate has to get rid of it and suddenly there’s a lot going on but kate is asking osgood to come to kingsman with her

and basically what osgood had been doing is kinda like. non-violent the beekeeper type shit like hacking elon musk’s bank account to send a billion dollars to palestine or some shit like just trying to improve the world in whatever ways right

and then osgood’s ends up joining kingsman (sorry but skip the ‘roxy beats eggsy’ plot line cos even tho i love roxy i don’t have time to figure out how to fit weird sexism into this especially cos not one man has actually been a part of this story yet) and proceeds to get sucked into the Cyber-Reality storyline

lowkey tho a) i need to learn how to write smut because i need them to hook up at least once probably pre-cyber like. anything. like they r attracted to each other. maybe that’s how kate learns about them in the first place is they hook up and osgood tells kate what they do with their life and kate decides to look into her work

(just occurred to me this may not be obvious but she/they osgood. possibly they/then doctor too cos i like fucking around w characters’ pronouns)

but anyway yeah i actually lowkey want the story to end with them not quite having figured themselves out but knowing they’re gonna do it together (😏)

but def positive ending cos i have not thought out Kingsman: The Golden Circle yet

i have figured out origins but not entirely how to make it follow a plot line yet but there’s a strong chance of it involving the third doctor, liz shaw, and the brigadier and possibly autons. liz = galahad; brig = merlin. and obviously it’ll have threebrig. but it’s a separate story i’ve barely thought about

also figuring out how to make the time jump from three to twelve but also still having time in there for kate to come around? it’s gonna be interesting for sure

this is so much rambling j am very sorry and i’m also very tired and i definitely could do better hashing this out and i’m working on doing better hashing this out i just also needed to ramble at someone. lol

#luke rambles #doctor who #kingsman #osgate #hartwin #sorta ish