Game Time | Poly!Bartylus x GN!Reader One shot
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷
Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader x Regulus Black
WC: 700
TW: polyamorous relationship, Modern AU, light talks about killing Sims, no use of Y/N, this is just fluff
Author's Note: Honestly I just got this idea bc my sims hyper fixation is coming back. The little bit of French that’s in here I got from google please tell me if it’s wrong.
Summary: Regulus comes home to you and Barty playing the sims.
Someone tell me to stop making theses for ever fic please. I won't listen but someone should still tel me.
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Regulus had spent the day with Sirius, just catching up.
They've been finding it harder to do so since leaving Hogwarts so they try to make it a priority to see each other as often as possible.
He did enjoy spending time with his brother but right now all he wanted to do was go home to his partners.
You and Barty were like a breath of fresh air to him after his social battery was drained. Just being in the presence of both of you was enough to make him feel better.
Regulus finally crossed the threshold to his shared flat. He took his shoes and jacket off at the entrance and put them in their designated places.
But then he noticed the flat was quiet which was rare considering Barty lived there.
“Mon amours? I’m home?”
Regulus called out looking around the flat curiously.
No one was in the living room. He didn't hear anyone in the kitchen.
He started walking down the hall that held their shared bedroom and the guest room/ office when he heard them.
“Angel, I love you but you're wrong!”
“Watch it Crouch! Or you'll end up in the basement next..”
Regulus was only slightly taken back when he heard his partner say that to their boyfriend.
Honestly it wouldn't be the first time he heard them say something like that.
Barty then gasped and started shirking something about ‘Never feeling so betrayed’ which was something Barty would say often.
Regulus took a deep breath mentally preparing himself and then opened the door to the office, he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight in front of him.
There they were, the loves of his life hunched over the computer playing the muggle game that Remus had shown them.
‘The Sims’ he thinks it was called, but he couldn't quite remember.
“Barty.. Did you take the ladder out of the pool again?”
Barty then gasped as if the thought was inconceivable.
“What would make you think such a thing, angel?”
“I mean other than the fact that you've done it before? The sim’s name is Bartemius Crouch and he looks exactly like your father.”
Barty then giggles looking proud of himself.
“Leave him there he deserves it.”
Barty says with a wide smile.
Regulus chuckles a little louder this time and shakes his head finally catching the attention of his partners.
You and Barty both turn your heads to look at Regulus.
You send him a big smile and say.
“Hi my love, how's Sirius?”
“Sirius is fine. Now what are you two doing?”
Regulus say still standing in the doorway of the room.
“I'm trying to show our darling boyfriend that there's more to The Sims than killing the people that you wish you could kill in real life.”
“And I'm trying to show our angel that killing people in the game is the most fun you can have.”
“Wait, so you make the characters people you actually know?”
You and Barty look at each other and then look at Regulus with raised eyebrows.
“Obviously.”
Barty says looking at Regulus like it should be common sense.
“Wait so you have a character of me?”
“Of course we do.”
You say then turning back to the computer clicking on the mouse a few times and then waving Regulus over to show him a big house with sims of the three of you.
“Is this supposed to be our house?”
“Yes. Unfortunately we’re not all technically dating on here, since that's not an option.”
You explain while Barty crosses his arms while pouting and saying.
“Which is stupid.”
Regulus just smiles at Barty and kisses his head.
“It’s okay mon beau because we’re dating in real life.”
Regulus says while running his hand through his boyfriend's hair.
You and Barty spent the rest of the night showing Regulus your favorite parts of the game.
Regulus found himself having a good time whether it was just because he got to spend time with the two of you or because he actually found the game entertaining he didn't know nor did he care.
He was just content and happy to be there.
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I see you have hcs, do you have any for mr fitmc?
Yes!!
Here's some ones of his relationship with Phil past and present too bc I don't think I have Fit standalone ones until now.
Obviously these will apply to AMFMN Fit too!
Fit is extremely observant and perceptive. Years of roaming a wasteland, spending every minute of every day documenting, chronicling, exploring and witnessing so much really sharpens those kinds of skills. Not much gets past Fit unless he simply wasn't there or doesn't know. All it takes is an inkling and he'll start connecting dots and making theories.
It's why he Hates the Federation. Not only is he an anarchist, he hates the way they make it so easy to keep him in the dark. It's why he weaseled into it in the first position he could get. Being a janitor sucks, but it's something. Anything to get a foundation for making next moves.
He struggles with trust though. He trusts people, but very few if any does he trust whole-heartedly. Pac & Phil are likely the only ones he trusts that much. And even then, he doesn't confide in anyone nearly as deeply as he does Ramon. Spending so much of his life in 2B2T has taught him to reserve trust for people who prove without a doubt that they're ride or die with you. He wishes he didn't find it so difficult to trust more people though.
Okay complete 180 in vibes here but I'm very passionate about this one: Fit has a giant warhammer that's his weapon of choice. Chainsaw, scythe, potato cannon, whatever other stuff he's got is good. But big fucking hammer. With those muscles? Oughoughouhgh.
By the way he never in his life had experienced people simping for his muscles or flirting with him prior to being on QI. It was whiplash and it's changed him for the worst /pos
On the surface it seems like Fit is pretty cold or at least disinterested in stuff that leans on the vulnerable side. It's not entirely wrong, he's spent so long in a place where vulnerability gets your base blown to smithereens or gets you robbed blind or both. But he Does enjoy such things. I mean, just look at the Fitpac date! And hugs? Hugs rock! He'd be so much worse off if he didn't let loose or let himself lower his guard every now and then. It takes a lot of energy to keep those walls up, it'd be unhealthy to never let them down. Especially in a place like Quesadilla Island, where it seems like it's a bit safer to do so. Honestly, he's the opposite of disinterested in letting walls down. He wants that more than anything, and it took being put on QI, becoming a dad, and falling in love for him to realize it.
Which makes keeping up this facade really hard. Not just the whole "snooping for data" thing, just Everything Fit has built himself to be over the years altogether. He doesn't want to keep holding people at arm's length and looking over his shoulder all the time anymore. It's exhausting.
That's not to say he wouldn't relapse right back to how he was before QI softened him up, though. Again, those trust issues. Purgatory really fucked with his head for a while. And plenty of things that happened after, like the whole Phil Ender King thing, really didn't help either. What he's going through is a form of healing, and healing isn't linear.
He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Be it with dirt, blood, or otherwise. His motto is you gotta do what you gotta do. He's a very means to an end kinda guy. And despite wishing he could shed being so hardened by the 2B2T Wastelands, he does value that it's given him this kind of strength. It takes a lot to be willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.
The reason Fit loves fofoca is not only because he enjoys indulging his inner drama whore. He's spent most of his life roaming a place where secrets were as good if not better of a trade than actual currency. When he first arrived on QI, he wasn't entirely sure how to just. Casually socialize. There's little to no risk in it. It was incredibly foreign to him. But it turns out that gossip is like trading secrets in a different font. He's good at that. So collecting and spreading fofoca is how he taught himself to appear kind of "normal" to the other islanders.
Most if not all of the above is also evidence to support the fact that Fit in general is a very adaptive person. You can put him in any environment, as soon as he gets the gist of the status quo and what kind of stakes he's dealing with here, he'll manage no problem. Chances are he's experienced worse. Purgatory and the prison are 2 good examples.
Calling back to the wanting to be vulnerable + confiding in Ramon the most things, GOD is he grateful he got such a brilliant son. Ramon learned a lot from him, but even so, he already had many of the same traits Fit does. It did wonders for bonding, and it's part of what made trusting Ramon come so easy. He's glad he got a son that's so understanding of the way he operates.
The only thing stopping him from taking a page from Cellbit and just starting to kill Feds for information or other reasons is because he knows he'll get more out of playing the long con and letting himself be strung along. Infiltration goes further than outright brutality in his eyes. Brutality is saved for something you no longer need anything from.
Btw his stealth skills are fucking insane. In 2B2T your detection is life or death, and it'll only end in your favor if you can talk sweet enough or have something worth bargaining with. He often did one or the other, but even so, a historian like him typically lacked anything of much value to most bandits and the like. He was simply charismatic and lucky. Which means staying hidden, laying low, and moving with more calculation than a math class is more beneficial to him. And boy has it come in handy on the island too.
In his time on QI, once The Horrors all started, he's learned he really likes having intense intellectual talks with other islanders. Strategizing, theorizing. It feels like the survival he's so used to but with less imminent threats on his life. Bagi especially is an absolute delight to get into these kinds of talks with. It feels like casual socializing and the kind of talking he's used to at the same time. Very much his jam.
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I am going to admit that despite the mostly negative attention that Gotham Knights has received, there's apart of me that was very curious about it and so I took a chance it and...I lasted a whole two hours before I couldn't take any more of.
Now, I didn't think the game was bad no, Gotham Knight commits the sin of being utterly boring. In the opening moments of the game, I was having fun learning the mechanics and I did a couple nights of patrol and this is where the fun wore off. It wore off because on the two nights I was out on patrol, you just did the same busy work each time. Yes, it was just busy work, like in Arkham Origins but worse. See, the map has these white triangles that represent various crimes in progress that you can stop but these are ultimately meaningless.
That's because there are more important crimes in progress, ones that have recommended levels and difficulty tied to them. Examples are rescuing civilians that have been kidnapped and have bombs attached to them, stopping criminals trying to break out other criminals that are being transports and so on. I did some of these on my first night of patrol, came back for the second night and had more of the same ones just in different locations and I just find that really boring. Like with Arkham City and Arkham Origins, I just want to focus on the main story and do side stuff after that. But, Gotham Knights makes you grind out a bunch of side crap just to be able to reach the next main story point and I am not a fan of that.
The other thing I don't like is how experience is character based. The first night I went out as Batgirl and I reached level two. The second night I went out at Nightwing and managed to get him to level four. But, if I were to go out again as Batgirl, she'd still be level two. You have four characters that someone can play as and you expect them to level each one of them individually? No, that's really stupid. Had the game actually kept me interested, I would have just played the whole thing as Nightwing and not worried about the others.
A small combat related thing. I mentioned before that Gotham Knights was developed by WB Montreal, the same ones behind Arkham Origins. So, tell me why, when it comes to combat, did they remove the counter? Yea, you can't counter enemy attacks, you can only evade them and I think that's stupid considering that all four of these character were trained by Batman.
That is just my experience with the couple of hours I spent with Gotham Knights. I think it's boring and not worth the time.
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I just read your 'The Pursuit of Catharsis' and I'M NOT OK BUT IN A GOOD WAY!!!
And because I'm a sucker for angst... I wanna twist the knife in Guy's heart a bit more ❤️
Imagine if Guy - with his name now in the spotlight, his career at its peak and yet he's so miserable to the point of suicidal because of the cheating, of the scandal and the divorce - saw Honey on a random street on night.
Looking just as perfect as the day he lost them.
Looking like they're untouched by time.
Because after losing Guy and working themselves up to be the best version of themselves, to have the healthiest mental and emotional health in their lives, Honey becomes someone else's...
Treasure.
YES, IT'S EXACTLY WHO YOU THINK HE IS!
ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME! GOOD BYE!
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Thanks for reading and enjoying the fic!!! I'm using this opportunity to discuss the Divorced!AU lmao
warning : discussions of suicidal behavior, mental health issues, substance abuse
i. honey being treasure
ough..... that's a really sad idea but now I'm more focused on something specific in this scenario. If Honey later became Treasure, there's the implication that they weren't doing as well as they hoped they were because as mentioned by Porter, 'your friends suck'. And they now have a semi-toxic circle of friends.
I like that, I think. That no matter how hard they try and how far they've come since the divorce- there's always the ghost of it that they couldn't get rid of and managed to sneak away into their life.
ii. Guy's misery and cheating
Hm, about Guy being miserable to the point of suicidal...I do think that he was already like that before he cheated and when he and Honey were still married but had problems. That was sort of my take on his reasoning behind why he cheated actually.
He was just someone who couldn't cope with fame while at the same time craving it severely. He spent all of his time working and tried to remedy his lack of effort into maintaining his relationship with Honey with lavish gifts. He struggled with substance abuse- mainly alcohol but sometimes others- because he refused to realize that he had nothing else to live for now that he's at the top.
When he and Honey's fights got really bad, he'd go on a bender. He'd go for one night stands mostly, and they all have traits that are reminiscent of Honey's. They weren't on speaking terms when he missed their anniversary for the sake of going abroad. And Guy has this feeling that whatever they're dealing with- they won't be able to come back from this. He'd imagine the people and sex workers he'd spend the night with was Honey he was laying with, as and under the blur and haze of the stupor he was in, they might as well be. When people found out about him cheating, the world moves on. He's a Hollywood writer, of course it wouldn't be something people blink an eye at. His career wouldn't take a hit at all.
iii. honey's aftermath
After they got divorced, Honey would move away from Dahlia and live in a small town where they can escape Guy's name and fame. They'd heal but they severely missed someone who used to be their best friend.
Life in the small town was idyllic and had the community they needed to heal. Honey started work as a cargo truck driver, finding comfort in long winding roads in between states. They don't quite care about the cities or fame or success anymore- it's sullied by how things used to be and how Guy turned out.
At a local bookstore new, freshly packaged books was displayed front and center- and it had Guy's name on it. It stated that it was a bestseller and that it's from "American Horror Sensation, Guy". They shrug and tried to feel glad that he got what he wanted. Oh well. The two of them were different people now from the college kids that shared a home, unrecognizable from who they used to be.
They remembered what they used to tell him when he had writer's block and needed the extra push: "Dude! You're good at this. If you ever get published, I'd definitely everything you write."
"Really, everything?"
"Everything. I really do like the way you write."
They buy the copy anyway, unfortunately.
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Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜
i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3
YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT
mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!
you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room
beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333
and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((
it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:
and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂
and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well
you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!
i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)
aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha
i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed
and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!
and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...
anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd
and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!
(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)
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How Wael Stole the Coast of the Living Lands, and What the Gods Did About It
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, in the thrice third sphere where the gods live, Wael was bored.
They had given a secret to someone who shouldn’t have had it, and stolen the color of their hair in trade, which they had bestowed upon someone else, just in time to cause trouble with their family, and they had turned all the letters in the great library inside out, and all the numbers in the lesser counting house upside down, and turned every third word of the rite of dawn into a live fish, and they were still bored.
Well, everyone knows Berath is good for a secret or two, so as you can imagine, they were Wael’s first choice for some entertainment.
The Pallid Knight was busy playing a card game of her own design, a secret Wael had long since ferreted out, and she brushed them aside without giving them even a syllable of her attention, and the Usher laughed in his silent way, but he was playing with the door that is the veil, and had no time for them either, so Wael stole the Knight’s sword and flitted away before either aspect could catch them, laughing all the way.
But Berath was more concerned with their own pursuits than the sword, which they had set aside in the first place, and Wael had discovered that it was sharp, and didn’t want to be in their possession, and that they were, unfortunately, still bored, so they went to bother Galawain.
Galawain was stalking a beast with six legs and almost as many eyes as Wael had decided to sport that morning.
“Go away, pest.”
Wael felt that this was very hurtful, since they hadn’t done anything yet, but since Galawain had asked so nicely, they left, taking the whole of his pack with them. But Galawain relished the difficulty of a hunt alone, and anyway never left a thing half finished, so he would not chase them either, and the hounds were loud and stinky, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Hylea.
Hylea was conducting a symphony of herself, all the myriad birds of her being singing in sweet harmony. It sounded like an orgy, and Wael giggled and told her so.
“You have no appreciation for anything.” She said, and coaxed her birds to sing louder, drowning anything they might have said out before they could even decide to voice it, and, well, Wael could take a hint, on occasion, so they went away again, taking the left wing pinion off every single bird as a consolation. But Hylea was more concerned with tuning her flock than anything Wael was doing, and would not chase them, and the feathers were stiff and itchy and kept flying away, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so they went to bother Eothas.
Eothas was lighting candles, so that lost travelers could find their way back from the dark.
“Did you need something?” He asked.
“Give me a secret.”
“I don’t have any secrets. Would you like an epiphany?”
But Wael didn’t want an epiphany, having had the epiphany that epiphanies were boring, so he stole the flame off every single candle and left. But Eothas merely sighed and started over, too dedicated to chase them while there was work to be done, and the flames were hot and inconvenient, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Magran.
Magran was devising obstacles to test her own workings, sending up great plumes of mist and smoke as she wrought strange things from the earth.
“Why have you come?” She asked, weaving lava around her hands, which she threw at them before they could reply. “I have no time for you, begone!”
Wael felt this was very rude, because they were a true test of many things and she appreciated none of them where she ought to appreciate them all, and so they stole all the mist and smoke and water she’d been working with and went away. But Magran saw the loss of her caution as a trial, and the absence of Wael as a boon, and would not chase them, and the mist was wet and the smoke was smelly and the water both in equal measure, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Rymergand.
Rymergand was grinding a forgotten corner of existence into dust, and would not spare them any mind no matter what they did. They pulled his tail and rattled his horns and moved the dust around, sprinkling it in his eyes and blowing it into his nose, but he didn’t care about any of it, and finally, piqued, Wael stole his pelt entirely and left. But Rymergand is inexorable, and had no need to chase Wael, and so wouldn’t, and the pelt was cold and damp and tangled, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Abydon.
Abydon was busy in his forge, working iron so hot it looked like honey into an inexplicable shape.
“This isn’t for you.” He said, hands working as quickly as a gust of wind, before the iron could cool, “and it isn’t finished neither, so there is nothing of interest at present besides.”
Wael agreed that that was so, but felt that didn’t mean Abydon couldn’t give them his full attention, so they stole his hammer and left. But it did mean that Abydon couldn’t spare them any of his attention, and he couldn’t chase them no matter how much he needed his tools, and the hammer was heavy and far too unwieldy to be any fun, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Woedica.
Skaen was cowering at Woedica’s feet as she divined the proper punishment for the slight she had been given, blood on his face, which she occasionally took for ink.
“You shall receive your just punishment for interrupting me,” Woedica thundered, when Wael did so, “but all things in their order, and I am not finished with this crime.”
Skaen said nothing, as she had just plunged her pen into the wound across their brow, to make the note that Wael required punishment.
Wael had no desire to be punished, as Woedica’s punishments were even more boring than their current predicament, but while she might never forget they deserved one, she’d have to catch them first, and that, at least would be entertaining, so they stole Skaen’s pain and Woedica’s crown, and left.
But Woedica was serious about the order of things, and Skaen so shocked at the lack of pain they were stupified, and neither would chase them, and the pain was unpleasant and the crown too much work, and they were, unfortunately, still bored, so Wael went to bother Ondra.
Ondra was weaving the coast of the Living Lands into a shape that better pleased her, which Wael thought was very impressive.
“Let me, let me!” They cried, but Ondra swept it away from them, dismissive.
“You would only ruin it,” She told them, “and this is important.”
Wael was stung by the implication, as if the secrets they stole and bestowed weren’t as important as anything she got up to, so they stole it right out of her hands and left.
But Ondra was furious, and tore off after them, and Wael, gleeful, was no longer bored, but eventually they decided there was a better joke in all the things they had stolen and they were no longer in a mood to be chased, and they gave her the slip, vanishing into a thousand points of light.
That night, after all the gods had finished their tasks, they gathered to complain about Wael, who had hidden themself away to watch the fun.
After Galawain had boasted of his hunt and Magran of her torments, and Abydon complained of his missing hammer and Hylea of how none of her birds could fly straight, and Woedica had fumed over the insult of her missing crown, and Berath and Eothas and Rymergand abstained on the grounds that nothing Wael had done had actually bothered them, Ondra took over the conversation.
“He stole my coastline, and now the people of the Living Land have no recourse for their grief!” She raged, and they all agreed this was very bad, as it prevented any of them from helping the good kith who lived there, so they set to figuring out how best to make Wael give it all back.
Berath suggested they bait a trap with a secret, but none of them had one they were willing to give up, and Galawain suggested they simply chase them down, but since Ondra had failed to do so already it was quickly discarded, and Rymergand suggested they simply wait until Wael had bored of the game, which was completely unacceptable, and then Eothas whispered to Abydon, who drew Woedica aside.
“Wael has stolen your crown, and you are therefore no longer our queen. Grant me the boon of instructions on how to handle your authorities, and I will get it back for you.” He said, so quietly even Wael couldn’t hear, and though Woedica raged, she could not deny he was correct, and with bad grace prepared a scroll detailing all her duties and holdings and rights, and what should be done with them now that she was no longer queen, and sealed it up for him so no one else could look before she was deposed in truth.
And so Abydon sent all the other gods to wait at a distance, and left the sealed scroll in a conspicuous place, planting himself just out of sight, and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited, until finally Wael’s desire to know what was inside outweighed their amusement at the trouble they had caused, and they swooped down to steal the scroll away. Quicker than thought, Abydon seized them, turning them upside down and shaking them until all the things they had stolen came tumbling out into the world again, Berath taking up their sword and Galawain’s pack running back to his heels and Hylea’s flock regaining their ability to fly and Eothas’ candles burning twice as bright for a moment and the whole of Magran’s torment vanishing into the mists and Rymergand’s pelt falling back over his hide and Skaen’s pain coming back to him as Woedica reclaimed her crown and Ondra, tenderly, eased the coastline back into its familiar bed, though it no longer quite fit.
“A fine trap you set!” Galawain said, impressed, as Abydon released Wael, who snatched up the scroll and fled with their prize. “But what did you bait it with? Surely not a secret, because we all tried that before.”
“It’s simple, and I’m surprised you didn’t think of it yourself, given who you are.” Said Abydon, shouldering his hammer. “After all, it’s your holy tenet; where there’s a will, there’s a Wael.”
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