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[corroded-hellfire]

I am humbly requesting Eddie wearing a shirt that says “nerds make the best lovers” and then proving it to bookworm!Reader.

Your request is my command. I hope I have done your idea justice!

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, slight choking, soft dom!eddie, public sex (kinda?)

Words: 2.2k

Eddie struts into your first period English class with Ms. O’Donell, late as usual, and she doesn’t even glance away from the chalkboard she’s scribbling vocabulary words on to acknowledge his tardiness. On instinct, you smile at your boyfriend as he makes his way to his seat near you, but as your eyes scan over his shirt, heat blooms in your cheeks.

“Nerds Make the Best Lovers” his t-shirt claims in bold, gothic-style red lettering on the black tee. Eddie gives you a brazen wink and by the sound of all the snickering coming from students around you, you know other people have read the clothing’s pronouncement as well. Mortified, you bury your face in your hands, only peeking out to see if O’Donnell caught a glimpse of her least favorite student’s shirt. Luckily, O’Donnell gave up reading whatever shit his t-shirts said after her twentieth time or so sending Eddie to the front office for dress code violations. 

Eddie plops down in the seat next to yours and he shoots you another wink as if you hadn’t seen the first one he gave you when he walked in. Refusing to encourage any of this behavior, you don’t look your boyfriend’s way once the entirety of the class.

Once the period ends, however, Eddie won’t let you get away from him that easily. He jogs down the hallway to catch up with you and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders.

“Where’s the fire, baby?” he asks. “Where ya headed in such a hurry?”

You shake your head in non-response and keep walking down the hallway, not sparing him a glance. Eventually, you come to a section of hallway that’s mostly emptied of people and you turn to face him, your shoes squeaking against the white linoleum floor beneath you at the tenacity of your spin.

“What is with that shirt, Eddie? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“Embarrass you?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. “Baby, I’m just stating a fact. Nerds do make the best lovers. And I’m more than happy to give you a reminder…”

He trails a finger up your arm, and it sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. Any irritation or annoyance instantly melts away at his touch. Your resistance was already futile but Eddie putting his hands on you always seems to shut off any coherent part of your brain.

“A reminder, huh?” you coo, ensnared by his flirtations. 

“That’s right. I’ll show just how good this nerd can make you feel.” 

You decide to hell with it; there’s nothing particularly important going on today. Nothing that you couldn’t afford to miss, anyway. And even if there was? Eddie’s body pressed up against yours is worth a detention or a missed test.

“Should we head out to your van for this demonstration?” you ask. The number of times his old, beat down van has been out in the school parking lot, rocking back and forth from the two of you, is too high to count. Most of the times being while school is still in session.

“No, I’ve got somewhere better in mind.” Eddie tugs you by the wrist, leading you down the hall in the opposite direction. He comes to a halt in front of a familiar door and pulls you into the drama room. It’s abandoned and quiet as Eddie locks the door behind you. There’s some D&D paraphernalia scattered around the room, a few D20s that were left out on the table.

“Hmm, so the ultimate symbolism of your nerdiness, huh?” You tease as you sit yourself down on his throne at the head of the table. The seat is cold beneath you, but you refuse to let it show. 

Eddie stalks over to stand before you and rests a hand on either arm rest of the throne. He lowers his head to meet your gaze with his own challenging one.

“I suppose you think I’m going to kick you out,” he says, referring to the seat. “Not today, my lady. Today…” he lowers himself down to his knees. “Today you just sit back and enjoy my throne while I make you feel good.”

He makes quick work of yanking your jeans and panties off and tosses them somewhere behind him. A strong hand grips each of your calves and spreads your legs wide open, Eddie wasting no time before he’s licking a stripe up your folds.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, fingers digging into the sturdy arm rests at your sides. 

Eddie smirks against your pussy as he begins to flick his tongue against your clit. He knows every one of your little tells and knows just the right speeds and pressures to apply to your bundle of nerves to get you just where he wants you to go.

Your fingers scramble to find purchase on the chair as pleasure floods your body, so Eddie laces one of his hands with yours to ground you. His mouth keeps working against your pussy and you do your best not to grind your hips up to meet his tongue. It’s so tempting but you know it will only draw out Eddie’s teasing in the long run. 

With his free hand, Eddie delicately trails one ringed finger around your entrance, going round and round, never breaching it though. The delicious whines spilling from your lips only encourage him on.

“Shit, you taste so good, baby. God, I love your pussy,” he murmurs from between your legs.

“Eddie,” you whimper desperately, eager for him to use his fingers already. Being a nerd might not necessarily make him the best lover, but being a guitar player does make for a magical experience when he fingers you.

“Mm?” he hums against your core.

“N-Need your f-fing—holy shit, yes.”

Eddie knew what you needed before you even said it. The two of you work so well together, both mind and body, that you’re like separate pieces of the same machine, headed towards the same goal.

Two thick fingers stretch you out, at your request, as Eddie raises his head slightly to suck on your clit. He curls his fingers up and gently brushes over the spot that he knows makes you see stars. Your own fingers tighten on the arms of the throne and your legs tense around Eddie’s head.

“Shit! Fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”

Eddie smirks against your clit as he helps you ride it out, with both his fingers and mouth. He loves watching you as you come down from your high; all out of breath and dewy from a thin layer of sweat. 

The loss of his fingers as he slips them out of you is quickly made okay as you watch him pop them in his mouth as you try and catch your breath. His cocky facial expressions would annoy you if you weren’t feeling so amazing from his damn mouth.

Once he’s licked you from his fingers, he reaches down and fumbles with the handcuff buckle on his belt.

“Made you feel so good and didn’t even take my cock out yet.”

“Wipe that…smirk off your face.” You try to sound assertive, but it falls flat in your blissed out state.

Eddie chuckles and leans in, wrapping one hand around your throat; not tight enough to restrict air, just enough for you to feel the pressure.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands here, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. “Pretty sure you’d let me do whatever the hell I want to you right now, won’t you?” Both of you know the answer to that, but when you don’t give a verbal response, Eddie tightens his grip on your throat just slightly. “I said, won’t you?” he growls.

“Y-Yes,” you squeak out.

The sound pleases Eddie, and he smiles deviously as he releases your throat. He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek that’s a stark contrast to how he was just handling you.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, smugness clear in his tone.

He grabs your hands and yanks you up out of the throne. An involuntary yelp passes through your lips as he spins the two of you around and backs you up until your bare thighs bump into the table.

“Shirt off. Bra too,” Eddie orders.

You do as he says, Eddie’s eyes taking you in like the prey that you are to him with every move that you make.

Once you’re completely naked, Eddie presses his index finger right in the middle of your chest and gives just enough force for you to get the hint that he wants you to lie back.

The moment you get your ass on the table, large strong hands grab behind your knees and pull you towards the edge, so your back falls flat against the surface and your legs are able to wrap around your boyfriend’s lithe body. He pushes down his black jeans and boxers enough to line himself up with your entrance. But he doesn’t push in just yet.

“Say my fucking name, sweetheart,” he says as he leans over you.

“E-Eddie.”

“Louder. I want anyone walking by to know who’s in here making you feel so good.”

“Eddie!”

The man’s grip tightens on your legs and his cock just barely slips into you.

“I said louder. Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me or what?”

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He smirks in triumph at the way you scream his name.

“That’s my girl.”

He finally pushes inside of you, agonizingly slowly, his body towering over yours as he thrusts. Each time, he goes a little deeper, his eyes boring right into yours as he moves his hips. 

Your jaw drops open and small gasps escape your lips. You’re not sure what’s hotter: how Eddie’s pounding into you or how he’s staring into your eyes, not once breaking contact. 

Eddie groans as he finally bottoms out.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

No words whatsoever fill your mind as you lose yourself in the feeling of Eddie inside your walls. Your boyfriend notices this as well and another arrogant smirk grows on his lips while he stares down at you.

“Aw, already cock drunk, princess? Not a thought in that pretty little head of yours?”

You want so badly to refute it, but you don’t have the words to do so–only further proving his point.

The cool table feels nice against your back as your skin becomes sticky with sweat. Your hands slide from Eddie’s arms and your fingers grip the edge of the table.

Eddie notices the movement and doesn’t want you holding on to anything that isn’t him, though. His hands slide up your body and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Eddie,” you whine.

“Oh, she can speak,” Eddie coos.

“Eddie.”

“What is it, my love?”

“C-Close.”

Eddie holds both of your wrists in one hand while the other one snakes down and presses his thumb against your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie goads. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

“W-Want you to…with me,” you pant out between labored breaths. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie says with a wry chuckle. “I’m right there with you.”

Eddie might be a complete menace sometimes, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy, but you know him just as well and know how to bring him to the brink. 

“I-Inside,” you pant. “Need you to cum inside me.”

“Jesus,” Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes closed and clenching his teeth as he tries to hold back.

“Please,” you beg.

“Well,” Eddie huffs with a laugh, “since you asked so nicely. Come on, princess. Let go.”

The twitch of Eddie inside of you and the feeling of him filling you up has you arching your back as sparks fly behind your eyelids and ecstasy radiates up your body.

“Eddie, yes.”

“Louder,” Eddie manages as he fucks his load into you.

“Eddie!”

The blissed out feeling from his orgasm and your shouting of his name puts a big, dopey grin on Eddie’s face.

“Shit, princess,” he says with a chuckle as he buries his head in your neck. You giggle as he presses kisses and nips at the skin there.

Eddie doesn’t make a move to get off of you, which you don’t mind one bit. You tangle your fingers in his frizzy locks and press kisses to the side of his head.

“So?” he eventually mumbles against your skin.

“So what?”

Eddie picks his head up and looks at you.

“Do nerds make the best lovers or what?” he asks, eyebrows waggling.

You can’t help but laugh as you nod your head in affirmation.

“Yes, Eddie. You have proven it to me.”

“Mmm, good,” he hums before he goes back to kissing your neck.

“What’re you doing?” you ask as the kisses become more and more intense.

He pulls back to look at you again.

“You really think the best lover is only going for one round?” He scoffs and goes back to kissing your neck.

“Thank God for nerds,” you mumble as your eyes slip closed.

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[tada-no-honzuki]

Ascendance of a Bookworm (29) Part 5 Volume 8 Extra Chapter 3

This translation is not supposed to replace the official releases of the light novel series and is purely made for my own entertainment. Please purchase the official light novel when it becomes available!

Since the title of this chapter contains spoilers, it has been hidden beneath a “read more” for your safety!

[The Battle for Ehrenfest] Philine - Evacuating as practiced

"Philine, we have to hurry. We are running late."

“You’re right,” I replied. “Let’s go. It would be rude to make everyone wait."

Gretia and I hurriedly left the dressing room in the main building and headed up the stairs to the retainer's room that was attached to our lady’s room in the castle. Since Lady Rozemyne went to Ahrensbach to rescue Lord Ferdinand, she wasn’t presently in the castle. However, each day at second bell, those of us who remained in Ehrenfest gathered in the retainers’ room for a debriefing session. We would exchange information, before going about our daily tasks.

"Good morning, everyone,” I said. “I apologize for the delay."

"Philine, Gretia,” Ottilie spoke. “It’s unusual for you to be tardy. Did something happen?"

She gave us a concerned look.

"The dressing room was a bit crowded is all,” I explained. “Ever since Lord Bonifatius left for Illgner, everyone has been eager to exchange information..."

Retainers of the archducal family were usually arch- or mednobles, so they generally brought attendants from home to take care of them, even if they lived in the castle. There were few people who, like Gretia and I, didn't have the financial means to hire someone and depended on others in a similar position to help them dress in the dressing room. On top of that, since we were minors with a weak status and position, we were easy targets. It had been hard to escape the hordes of people hungry for even the slightest bit of information.

"I see,” Ottilie said. “Next time you are running late, please send an ordonnanz.”

“I’ll come and fetch you,” Bertilde added with an excited smile.

As an archnoble, she had no reason to set foot in the dressing room under normal circumstances, but it made sense that she was curious about the current state of the dressing room.

Once Gretia and I took our seats, Ottilie looked around at everyone.

“Then, let us begin. First, I received an ordonnanz from Rhiyarda.”

Since Lady Rozemyne was currently absent, Rhiyarda and Lord Melchoir’s retainers would update us on any vital information. It was Ottilie’s job to receive their ordonnanzes since she was always at the castle. Additionally, Ottilie's husband was one of Lady Florencia’s scholars, so she was in a position that made it easier to get information.

“Suspicious movements have been reported not only by Illgner and Griebel, but by Gerlach as well. Lord Bonifatius remains on high alert.”

The evening before yesterday the atmosphere inside the castle had suddenly grown tense when Lord Bonifatius and a unit of knights were teleported to Illgner as reinforcements. Yesterday, we had been informed that enemies had appeared not only in Illgner, but also in Griebel, and that the battlefield was becoming more widespread and thus difficult to manage. This morning, it was Gerlach. Everything indicated a battle was approaching.

"Then, I also received a letter from Clarissa. She says that Lady Rozemyne has not woken up yet, but Lord Ferdinand is currently heading to Ehrenfest with Dunkelferger’s knights in tow. I have already reported this to the Aub.”

Ottilie showed us the envelope. It was impossible to know for certain whether Ahrensbach’s border gate had fallen into enemy hands or not, but no letters other than those sent by Clarissa, who belonged to Dunkelfelger, made it through. We realized this after Clarissa wrote, “As Hartmut reported in his letter…,” but no such letter had arrived.

“Bertilde, how is the situation with the archducal family?” Ottilie asked while looking at her.

Bertilde quickly took out a sheet of paper. With Lady Rozemyne away, Bertilde was currently assisting Brunhilde during the day. This was partly because Brunhilde still had few retainers of her own, and partly because this allowed us to get information from someone in close contact with the archducal family.

“Since last night, Lady Charlotte has occasionally been taking over as the knight’s order’s liaison and overseeing commander,” Bertilde read. “Thus, there will not be any issues while the Aub is holed up inside the foundation. The day before yesterday, provisions and rejuvenation potions were distributed to the knights under the supervision of Lady Florencia, but yesterday my sister took over that role. Each can take over for the other as necessary… she says."

The report had likely been composed by Brunhilde, because Bertilde was clearly reading out the text on the sheet of paper. It sounded like the main building had descended into a state of chaos as nobody knew when the archducal family might need to take the battlefield.

“Even so, I still cannot believe that Lady Rozemyne acquired Ahrensbach’s foundation,” I said. “Is something like that truly possible?”

This was probably because I was a laynoble and had no idea how the foundation’s magic worked. The idea that the position of Aub was hereditary was deeply ingrained in me, so the thought that someone could just come and steal it seemed absurd.

“Well, Lady Rozemyne knew it was possible. In other words, it is entirely possible for Lady Georgine to steal the foundation of Ehrenfest,” Damuel said with a troubled face.

Ever since Lord Bonifatius went into battle, Damuel had been posted at the knight’s order instead of the temple so that he may obtain any information shared with the order as quickly as possible. I could almost feel the tense atmosphere radiating off him.

“Philine, Roderick,” Damuel said. “Are you still continuing the evacuation drills at the temple?

I looked at Roderick, then nodded firmly.

"Yes,” I replied. “We are now able to smoothly coordinate with Lord Melchior’s retainers."

At first, we did not look beyond the tasks assigned to each of us. Naturally, this led to many gaps in the chain of communication. However, after practicing the process several times, we became able to communicate smoothly. Blue priests and gray priests could not use ordonannzes, so without practice, even something as simple as contacting someone might become impossible in an emergency.

“Lieseletta, Gretia,” Ottilie said. “Are you ready to receive the Gutenbergs?”

“We have finished preparing the necessary bedding and two days' worth of food,” Lieseletta replied. “Since this is an emergency and they are all commoners, we concluded it would not be necessary to prepare a separate room for each guest. Instead, we decided to prepare two rooms, one for the men and one for the women. Although it does seem rather simple, so… we are currently considering whether it might be better to use the beds in the servant rooms.”

As attendants of the archducal family, they seemed dissatisfied to be not fully prepared to receive guests, whether they be commoners or not. Upon hearing their words, I remembered I had something to report of my own.

“Um, we received a request from the Plantin Company,” I said. “They request that should we come under attack, the unfinished clothes and the seamstresses of the Gilberta Company be evacuated to the Library along with the Gutenburgs who are to accompany Lady Rozemyne to the Sovereignty. They do not want the clothes to be damaged in the chaos of the battle.”

Since Lady Rozemyne was due to be adopted by the king and move to the Sovereignty, it was of the utmost importance that her clothes were completed as soon as possible. It was a matter of great concern, especially to her attendants. Lieseletta and Ottilie briefly glanced at each other, before nodding.

"It will be a problem if her clothes aren't ready in time,” Ottilie agreed. “Lieseletta, Gretia, coordinate with Lasfam and prepare to receive the seamstresses as well. Preparing a sewing room may be difficult for a man."

Lieseletta and Gretia nodded at Ottilie's words.

“Then,” Ottilie continued. “Today, as usual, Bertilde will be assisting and gathering information from Brunhilde. Lieseletta and Gretia will be preparing for our guests at the library. Judith will accompany Philine and Roderick to the temple. Damuel will stay with the knight’s order. Everyone, please be ready to act when called upon. Now, off you go."

After the meeting ended, Roderick, Judith, and I met up with Lord Melchior and his retainers, then headed for the temple.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lord Melchior and Lady Rozemyne's attendants welcomed us into the temple. Even though Gill would normally be in the workshop at this time of day, he was there to greet us too. I suspected he was hoping I had an answer for the Plantin Company.

“Gill, permission has been granted to the request from the Plantin Company. Please inform them to evacuate Lady Rozemyne’s clothes and the seamstresses as well in case of an emergency.”

"Understood,” he replied. “I will inform them right away."

It clearly had been the answer he was waiting for, for he immediately turned on his heels and left for the workshop.

“Lady Judith and Lord Roderick,” Fran said. “This way, please. Monika, I will leave Lady Philine in your care.”

Following Fran's instructions, Judith and Roderick headed straight to the High Bishop’s room, while I followed Monika to the orphanage director's room to get changed into my blue shrine maiden robes. Although I was given the orphanage director's room, I could not actually live there, because the attendants and personal chefs to be assigned to me still belonged to the High Bishop’s room. So, at the moment, I was a commuting blue shrine maiden apprentice.

“Lady Philine, the battle in Ahrensbach has ended in victory, did it not?” Monika inquired with a worried expression as she helped me put on my blue robes. “When will Lady Rozemyne return? Have you received any news?”

I smiled softly in return. She had asked me the exact same questions yesterday.

“We haven’t received word yet that Lady Rozemyne has woken up,” I replied. “However, we expect her to wake up sometime today.”

Although Monika must be used to Lady Rozemyne being absent from the temple due to spring prayer and the harvest festival, her master was currently not only in another duchy, but out in battle as well. It made complete sense to me that she would be worried about her. Besides, it was not just Monika, Fran and Gill would also casually check in with us on Lady Rozemyne’s situation.

“Like everyone else at the temple,” Monika smiled. “I am praying for Lady Rozemyne’s speedy and safe return.”

After I finished changing, I called on Judith and together we went to Lord Melchior’s room to get some paperwork done. Meanwhile, Roderick would stay in the High Bishop’s room to transcribe books. Since he would accompany Lady Rozemyne to the sovereignty, there was no need for him to learn the ins and outs of the temple's work. So instead, he was working hard to transcribe as many books as possible for Lady Rozemyne, since books would be few and far between in the sovereignty.

“Today we will check the income and expenses of the Rozemyne Workshop and the orphanage.”

Checking the income and expenses once a month was said to be the most important job of the orphanage director, as it directly affected the lives of the orphans. And, to make sure the orphanage director could not embezzle any of the money, this had to be done in cooperation with the High Priest and the High Bishop.

Monika lined up numerous wooden boards and sheets of paper in front of me, the current orphanage director, Lord Melchior, the next High Bishop, and Lord Kashmir, the next High Priest. The documentation had been provided by several sources. It included documents submitted by the Plantin Company, logs recorded by the workshop, and records compiled by Wilma at the orphanage.

"Food costs have suddenly increased,” I noted. “Is there a reason for this?”

"Since we are no longer trapped inside by snow and the market has opened again,” Monika explained. “We are spending more on food."

"There should be earnings from our winter handiwork, right?” I asked. “I cannot seem to find them... "

“Those will be included next time,” Monika replied. “Although we have received the money, we have yet to receive the final report from the Plantin Company.”

While comparing the income and expenses not only with last month’s report but also with last year's, we checked for any mistakes or problems.

Dong… Dong….

When third bell rang, we still had not fully finished checking the flow of money. Lord Ferdinand had been able to point out mistakes and irregularities just by glancing through the documents, but that was still beyond our capabilities. Although I bemoaned my lack of experience, I found that leisurely comparing documents like this with everyone was quite enjoyable.

"This is the list of apprentices who will have their coming-of-age ceremony this spring, and this is the list of orphans who will be baptized this summer. We are preparing their rooms and robes accordingly, as you can see here."

"...the amount of money is completely different from what I spent when preparing my room,” Lord Melchior noted. “It makes me feel like I indulged myself too much."

"Lord Melchior,” Kashimir said. “Please don't think your own room and that of an orphan to be the same."

As we were having this conversation, an ordonnanz soared into the room. I expected it to head for Lord Melchior or Lord Kashmir, but to my surprise, it landed on my arm.

“Philine, this is Damuel.”

All of us instantly fell silent and turned our attention to the ordonnanz.

“According to information we received from a commoner, suspicious noble-looking people, whom we believe to be Lady Georgine and her entourage, boarded a merchant ship heading to Ehrenfest in Leisegang. When we contacted Leisegang, they informed us that the ship is expected to arrive at Ehrenfest’s west gate around noon. I would like you to evacuate the temple before fourth bell. There is still plenty of time, so there is no need to panic. Just evacuate as you practiced."

Although Damuel had just told me to remain calm, my heart was already pounding in my chest. Lady Georgine and her associates were really headed our way. My hands started shaking, making it hard to hit the yellow feystone with my schtappe and send a reply to Damuel.

“Philine,” Lord Kashmir spoke. “I will contact Lord Melchior’s guard knights and inform the blue priests to evacuate. Do you remember what you need to do after you send a reply to Damuel?”

Still trembling, I automatically replied, “I must inform the orphanage and the gatekeepers to evacuate.”

“Good,” Lord Kashmir nodded.

Only then did I calm down enough to regain control over my schtappe.

"This is Philine. Thank you for contacting us. We shall now proceed to evacuate the temple. Damuel, good luck out there."

With a flick of my schtappe, the ordonnanz flew off. I stared at it until it was completely out of sight, then put my pen away. Monika had already cleaned up the documents, and Judith had sent an ordonnanz to inform Roderick.

"We received word from Damuel to evacuate by noon. Philine and I shall proceed to the orphanage. Roderick, please proceed as we practiced."

First, Roderick was to contact the Plantin Company using a magic letter. After that, he would prepare the High Bishop's room.

“Let’s go, Philine,” Judith said.

We left Lord Melchior's room while Lord Kashmir started sending ordonnanzes all over the place. There were no nobles in the orphanage and workshop, so to contact them we had no choice but to go there in person. We swiftly moved along the hallways, calling out to any gray priests and shrine maidens we came across, telling them to quickly put away their cleaning tools and evacuate to the orphanage. I found my younger brother Konrad cleaning in the hallway just outside the noble’s section.

“Konrad,” I called out to him. “Please put away your tools and evacuate to the orphanage.”

“Are Dirk and the others okay?” Konrad asked, sending a worried glance toward the noble’s section while putting his cleaning rag away in a bag. Dirk and some others had already been baptized as nobles. As blue apprentices, they lived in a different place now.

"Don't worry, I will check on them later. If you don't evacuate quickly, Dirk and the others will be the ones worried."

"I see," Konrad nodded.

Just then Fran's voice rang out from behind us.

“Lady Philine, I am going to the workshop to make sure that Lutz and the others return home.

Several people from the Plantin Company were currently present in the orphanage’s workshop. Since some of them were Gutenbergs who had to evacuate to Lady Rozemyne's library, it was vital to contact them immediately.

"Please do,” I said. “Meet us in the dining hall once the men’s wing has been evacuated. As we practiced.”

Fran nodded and turned right, toward the men’s wing of the orphanage, while we turned left and headed towards the women's wing. I called out to Wilma and the others as soon as I stepped through the door that Monika had opened for me.

"We have received word from the knight’s order. We must evacuate right away, but there is no need to panic."

Wilma nodded with a stiff face, then swiftly left to check if there were any gray shrine maidens on the third floor. At the same time, Delia ran down the stairs, yelling, “I will check if there is anyone in the rooms on the first floor.” Lily went over to the children playing in the dining hall to inform them it was time to go to the basement.

“We shall be evacuating just as we practiced the other day.”

Everyone knew exactly what they needed to do.

After assigning Monika to instruct the gray shrine maidens who were returning from work, Judith and I descended the stairs to the basement to inform the gray shrine maidens who were about to make soup for lunch that the order to evacuate had been given. On our way down, an ordonnanz landed on Judith’s arm.

"This is Fonzel. I have arrived at the noble’s gate. Dedrick is headed towards the front gate."

Lord Melchior's guard knights were arriving at the temple’s gates one after another.

"Philine, I shall be going to the back gate to relieve the gray priests and activate the schumil,” Judith announced. “After you have confirmed that the orphanage has been evacuated, return to the High Bishop’s room with Fran and Monika.”

"I know,” I replied. “I will leave the gate to you. Please be careful, Judith."

Judith nodded and went outside through the basement door. Soon after, the gray shrine maidens who had been working in the workshop returned.

“Lady Philine, this is everyone. There are no more shrine maidens in the workshop.”

"Then, let's close the doors."

In the past, the basement doors could only be opened from the outside, but nowadays, there were bolts on the inside too, so it could be opened and closed from the inside as well. I didn't think Lady Georgine would try to enter through the orphanage, but to be on the safe side, we used some pots and pedestals to block the door as well. After confirming everything was in place, I returned to the dining hall.

“There is no one left upstairs,” Wilma said.

“Everyone is gathered in the basement,” Lily reported.

As I was listening to Wilma and Lily’s reports, Fran entered the dining hall and informed me that the evacuation of the men's wing had been completed. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to know that I had successfully fulfilled my role as the orphanage’s director.

"Very well then,” I said. “Please be quiet and stay inside until someone comes for you."

Fran, Monika, and I left the orphanage. I heard the door lock behind us, and the footsteps of Wilma and the others moving away.

"Then, let us return."

We locked the door to the noble’s section to lower the chances of any enemies entering. Then, I checked on Dirk and Laurenz’s little half-brother Bertram, just as I had promised Konrad.

"Be quiet and stay inside. Don’t open the door, even if you hear screams or any commotion. Is that clear?"

After giving them a firm warning, I went up to the third floor to check on the blue shrine maiden apprentices. Since the floor was reserved for women, Lord Melchior and his retainers were not allowed to go there unless it was an emergency. Therefore, it was up to me, a fellow woman, to check up on them.

"I understand it may be scary, but do not leave your room, no matter what happens. You will be safe as long as you stay inside," I told the blue shrine maiden apprentices, before returning to the High Bishop’s room.

“Welcome back, Philine,” Roderick said upon our return.

Gill, Fritz, Nicola, Hugo, and the other kitchen personnel were already gathered in the room. Normally, commoner servants were not allowed to enter the High Bishop’s room, but Lady Rozemyne had told us to use our mana to protect everyone with a magic barrier.

The table and chairs had been rearranged, and a magic barrier tool had been placed in the middle of the room. Lady Rozemyne had created it to protect all the non-combatants remaining in the temple. Once it was activated, hiding in the High Bishop’s room should be as safe as hiding in her Library.

"This is Philine. The evacuation of the orphanage has been completed, and the door to the noble’s section has been locked. I also checked on the blue shrine maiden apprentices on the third floor and warned them to stay inside. All the High Bishop’s attendants have returned to the room, so we shall now proceed to activate the magic barrier.”

After confirming that everyone was indeed present, I sent the ordonnanz to Lord Kashmir.

"Very well, is everyone ready?” I asked. “Once the barrier is activated, no one will be able to leave or enter the room until it is turned off."

I looked around at the people in the room, then nodded towards Roderick. He immediately downed a rejuvenation potion that greatly restored only one’s mana, then touched the magic tool with a nervous look on his face and allowed his mana to flow into it.

Although it was reassuring to know that the magic barrier created by Lady Rozemyne would be able to withstand any attack, it required a ridiculously large amount of mana to be activated. Moreover, since it absorbed a lot of mana all at once, Roderick and I were at risk of mana depletion if we removed our hands a second too late. So, I nervously waited for my turn while holding the same rejuvenation potion as Roderick had used.

“Philine, get ready!” Roderick warned.

I quickly downed the rejuvenation potion and placed my hands on the magic tool. Only after confirming my hands were securely in place did Roderick withdraw his own, making sure that the mana flow would not be interrupted.

...yipes, my mana!

Even though my overall mana reserve was increasing due to the potion, mana kept flowing from my body whether I wanted it or not. The unfamiliar sensation made me sick to my stomach. However, unless I endured it, we would not be able to protect the people that were entrusted to us by our Lady.

...this is absolutely nothing compared to what the guard knights outside must deal with!

Much like my own, Roderick’s mana was also recovering at an unusually rapid rate, so he looked similarly sick and was breathing heavily with furrowed brows.

"Ah, the feystone’s color has changed,” he mumbled. “Just a bit more."

 Enough of his mana must have recovered, because Roderick replaced his hands on the magic tool after taking a deep breath. A few seconds later, the feystone flashed and a yellow light filled the room. The barrier was complete, and mana stopped flowing from my body.

The moment the cord of tension was cut, I was hit by a wave of exhaustion. I guessed the same went for Roderick, because we both slumped down, putting our hands on the floor to keep ourselves from collapsing completely.

“Lady Philine! Lord Roderick!” The attendants around us exclaimed.

Monika and Nicola pulled me up, while Fran and Gil moved to support Roderick. We both breathed a sigh of relief as they sat us down on the chaise lounge.

"Are you alright?"

" ...the High Bishop’s room is secure now,” I stated. “We did it, Roderick."

Roderick looked at the magic tool with a relieved expression, likely thankful that the barrier activated before our mana ran out.

"We have completed our duty,” Roderick replied. “Even Hartmut won't be able to scold us now."

Before leaving, Hartmut had told us, “Although you two will be completely useless in battle, you are still nobles. So, you should be able to activate this magic barrier and protect the commoners that Lady Rozemyne needs.”

“Well done, Lady Philine, Lord Roderick.” Fran smiled appreciatively.

Zahm handed each of us a cup of fruit juice, while the other attendants and the chefs continued to praise us, calling us “amazing.”  Hearing their words of appreciation, an indescribable sense of accomplishment filled my heart. Looking at the barrier that we activated with our own mana, I felt proud that I had been able to complete the role entrusted to me.

Then, an ordonnanz soared in.

"This is Judith. I received a message from Damuel. A ship has arrived at the west gate. They have spotted several people wearing silver cloth. I was told to prepare."

The faces of all in the High Bishop's room stiffened. It was finally starting.

"...may victory be ours. May everyone be safe. O mighty King and Queen of the endless skies, O mighty Eternal Five who rule the mortal realm, O Goddess of Water Flutrane, O God of Fire Leidenschaft, O Goddess of Wind Schutzaria, O Goddess of Earth Geduldh, O God of Life Ewigeliebe! We offer you our prayers and gratitude. Praise be to the gods!”

As we offered up a prayer, fourth bell rang.

#Ascendance of a Bookworm #P5V8 #Translation

[tree0frog]

Hiiiiiii! Kinda new to the whole Tumblr thing, and to the asks thing, but I figured I'd ask for a Doctor Who matchup if you're not terribly busy. ☺️

I'm female with a preference for men, 5'3.5", and have very long, usually side braided ash blonde hair with gray eyes. I dress comfy (hoodie and jeans for cold weather, t-shirt and knee-length shorts for hot) and usually wear a necklace with a large pendant to grab onto when I'm anxious. Any other jewelry depends on the mood.

I'm a bookworm and an overachiever, and my head is usually forceibly buried in my studies (no wonder I want an escape). I'm respectful of others and very responsible, often told I've "got a good head on my shoulders". I've been told I have a good sense of humor, but what I find funny can range from puns to corny jokes to sarcasm on any given day. I try my best to be kind, but when I get stressed, I can get a bit short and snappish where usually I'm a very cuddly, loving person.

Uh, to wrap this up (I'm so sorry if it's long, please excuse the newbie), I'm a big animal-lover, and I tend to sing a lot (usually songs from musicals, but my taste is all over the place to the point where I'll give anything a go). I'm anxious and introverted, but I love hard and fast.

Once again, so sorry if this is long. Have a good one!

-Punzie

Hii sorry this took so long

(The match up are open to every fandom I write for)

Mastlist

I pair you with the fourth doctor

I fell like you and him would get along quite well.

I fell like you and him would just sit reading together on the TARDIS with his long ass scarf around the both of you it’s his way of having you close to him.

He will read to you to help you fall asleep but evading it won’t work since he can be quite lourd at times.

I fell like he would notice you habit of holding onto your necklace when you fell panic or anxious and would give you something to play with or he would give you his hand

You would be listening to some musical one day and he would then take you to see it and would even mabey recommend some for you.

#fanfic #doctor who #doctor who x reader #tardis #drwho #4th doctor #matchup

[the-librarian-geek]

The current read ✌️

I really loved the author’s debut ‘One of us is lying’, so I’ve been looking forward to read this one. And so far so good. I’ve read almost a third of the book and it’s intriguing...as a murder mystery shall be I suppose ^^.

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. What are you currently reading?

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#books #booklr #book photography #two can keep a secret #karen m mcmanus #booklove #bookworm #bookish #books and libraries #current read #books and reading #booklr community #bibliophile #yabooks #murder mystery #currently reading #the tardis #bookmarks

[cassiesbookishcorner]

November 29, 2019 X is for... Ten The Tenth Doctor #ampersandnov19 💙 Another letter I had no idea what to do with so I went the Roman Numeral route. My favorite show plus my favorite Doctor. 💙 What is one show that you never seem to get tired of? 📚 #doctorwho #tenthdoctor #tardis #martha #funkopop #illustration #bbc #book #openbook #flatlay #boomstagram #bibliophile #bookworm #bookish #november #2019 #read #watch https://www.instagram.com/p/B5dxEoZg6TP/?igshid=13wl8wyme3eh6

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[thisismylife-style]

Nothing is better than reading a book and drinking some tea on a rainy day

#tea #cup #cup of tea #teatime #tea time #book #bookworm #booklover #tardis #doctor who #lifes library #life library #read #reading #long reads #big book #comfy #cozy #hygge #rainyday #rainy #rain #rainy day #ivory #ivory room #discord

[tardis-ghost-blog]

My OC Roka in her bedroom in the TARDIS. I imagine it to be full of books and souvenirs from all her adventures. And in the background the constant faint humming of the engines.

#doctor who #tardis #bedroom #fanart #doctor who fanart #drawing #watercolor #orange #the round things #books #bookworm #pillows #comfy #reading #adipos #cybermen #the master #sci-fi #simm!master #artstuff

[the-chosen-half-of-one]

The Real End of The World:

Wifi: Down Satellites: Crashed Cable: Severed Books: Destroyed Tumblr: ABANDONED

#Tardis shaped bomb shelter #fandom #Fangirl #end of world #funny #text post #superwholock #reading #tv shows #books #bookworms #fanboy #tv #you know when tumblr stops blogging something is WRONG

[interact-if]

Day 4 of the Game Jam Winners Months Featured Author Interviews, starting with Franzynite!

Franzinyte, author of In Auctorem Credimus

Feeling purposeless and unfulfilled after your story has ended, you stumble upon an organization dealing with the same problem as you: the Custodians of Authorial Narrative Foundation (CANon). With nothing else to do but hope for your story’s sequel or (hopefully not horrible) movie adaptation to come, the main character of your story (and canonical love interest) invites you to join the foundation and work as a biblio-anthropologist, traveling through various story worlds without the need to stay in-character.

So when your dream finally came true a few years later and people in your neighborhood start forgetting about you, you immediately grab your plot armor and prepare to defeat the villains once again. You’ve done it before, and you’ll make sure they’ll never do it again. At least, that’s how sequels are supposed to go, right?

But when the main character and the villains turn out to be missing, you decide to take on the mantle of ‘main character’, join the CANon Timeline Anomaly Removal Department Intervention Squad (TARDIS), and write the sequel to your own story yourself.

Read more about In Auctorem Credimus [here]

In Auctorem Credimus Demo | Dev Blog

Tags: Fantasy, Sci-fi.

[INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!]

Q1 . Tell us about the story you made for the Jam!

In Auctorem Credimus (Latin for “In the Author We Trust”) is a metafictional sci-fantasy adventure story where you play as the main character's love interest, who takes over the MC's role after the story has ended.

You work as a biblio-anthropologist for the Custodians of Authorial Narrative Foundation (CANon), and join the Timeline Anomaly Removal Department Intervention Squad (TARDIS). In the story, you'll explore story worlds of different genres, as you try to capture anomalous characters responsible for creating plot holes. It's a light-hearted story as a whole, but it also explores, deconstructs, and reconstructs the tropes from the perspective of the characters themselves. Breaking the fourth wall is an integral part of the story's worldbuilding, not just a quirk of the narrator.

I made IAC as a spin-off/sidequel for my main project, "Dear Diary, We Created a Plot Hole!" (DDWCaPH!), both to try out Twine and to write in a different POV than I'm used to. It spoils the first half of the story, but I think the resulting dramatic irony makes it more fun to read and introduces a different form of interactivity.

While it ends in a cliffhanger, I designed IAC as if it was a full-length story, complete with romance options as well as plenty of customization options for the MC. It's something I definitely want to expand on in the future.

Q2. What was the biggest challenge in creating a game in such a short time span? How did you manage it?

Learning a new coding language! Although I already have experience with coding and interactive fiction, Twine isn't very intuitive to learn, especially on the formatting side. I had to copy and paste most of the coding syntax, as I found typing them manually very clumsy and prone to errors.

The hardest part in particular was the UI customization. I wanted to make the UI slightly different for each chapter to fit the current setting, but unfortunately I didn't have enough time to play around with the template.

Q3. What was your inspiration for your entry?

I've always wanted to write a short story as a spin-off for DDWCaPH!, and with the jam's theme being 'cliffhanger', I took it as a sign to finally write it.

It'd take me a long time to list all of my inspirations—both stories are filled with references to classic literature, pop culture, and even my Filipino heritage influenced part of the worldbuilding.

But I'd say the main inspiration for both stories as a whole, is the game "Bookworm Adventures". In the game, you have to spell words to defeat monsters from various literature (which also inspired The Nautilus's word-powered tractor beam). The final boss of the series is where I got the idea of plot holes being portals to other stories. I just loved the idea of characters going on adventures to different story worlds. You know how writers tend to have a million story ideas? This was my solution to the problem.

As for CANon, it was inspired by the SCP Foundation—the idea of a secret organization hidden in plain sight is always a very fun concept. They may be the good guys, but they're also hiding an entire graveyard in the proverbial closet.

Q4. Is this your first time working on a game like this? What do you like (or not like) about working in this format?

This is my second IF project, but this is my first time joining a game jam.

As for what I like and not like, it's the same thing: the deadline. It caused me a lot of stress and other problems, but I can't deny that this has been the most productive and the most excited I've ever been writing-wise, that I continued writing even while I was sick. It also prompted me into learning something new, which is also a plus.

Q5. What is your favorite part about your entry? What have you enjoyed most doing during the Jam?

My favorite part both story-wise and development-wise, is the climactic battle in the penultimate chapter. It's one of the first scenes I planned, and I’m honestly surprised by how easily everything clicked together, and that I managed to make the battle both fun and not one-sided. It was fun discovering my characters' powers and abilities as I went along.

Due to the nature of the jam, I didn't want to have complex branching paths for the battle. During this time, I was also watching a video about "invisible" choices in video games by making it a non-obvious part of the gameplay, which led me to think of adding another layer of interactivity throughout the story via the cycling links.

Initially it's there mostly for customization, then later you realize you can change minor details in the background, and near the end, you gain the ability to have limited control of other characters and even the narrative itself. It's fun to play with the possibilities—you never know if something simple as changing someone else's eye color will have a butterfly effect later on. But also, just because you can change it, doesn't mean you shouldn't.

Special mention also goes to the “wear my PJs” choice during the final battle. I really wanted to make it an achievement!

As for what I've enjoyed the most, it would be the brainstorming phase at the beginning. I had these character ideas sitting in my notes for years now, and suddenly they all sprung to life in just a day. It's funny too, considering the backstories the characters ended up having are similar to their backstories in real life: abandoned and forgotten characters who decided to go on their own adventures without their author.

I also had a lot of fun finding the appropriate background music for each scene.

Q6. What is your advice for sprint projects like this one?

I'm guessing my fellow jammers would say something about time management, but since I'm horrible with that, as a bit of a perfectionist, I'll say:

Don't be afraid to cut down. "Kill your darlings" as the writers say, but maybe just injure them in this case so you can still incorporate those ideas later down the line.

Focus on the essentials first. Scope creep is a real thing, and it's easy to keep on adding new features, even if it seems doable. I had to cut down a lot of choices and features to make the work manageable, and even then I barely managed to finish in time.

Q7. Do you have any other works you’d like to promote?

I've already linked to Dear Diary, We Created a Plot Hole! (Demo, Blog) at the end of IAC, but here's the summary again for those who are interested:

The day after you and your twin sibling rewrote your mother’s unfinished bedtime story, you quickly find out why she never finished it. You have unleashed a plot hole—a portal to different story worlds—and now the villains from the stories you’ve written have become real. They’re here to crash your school fieldtrip, and they’re here to finish your mother’s story for good.

Grab your plot armor and join your twin and friends in a meta-fictional adventure! Explore different story worlds—from fantasy and sci-fi, to mythology and mystery. Will you discover the truth behind your mother’s story? Or will villains, plot twists, and character development prevent you from getting your happily ever after?

DDWCaPH! is written as a love letter to all the kids-at-heart out there, who’d like to revisit their childhood and reimagine it as one big fantasy adventure. If you liked reading IAC, then you will also love DDWCaPH! It's much more character-driven, and explores the same themes in even more detail. I'm hoping to turn it into a visual novel in the future!

#if: events #if: game jam 22 #if: game jam

[absurdthirst]

Sorry your inbox got wiped! I can see Max Phillips being like on your ass about keeping your iron up if you were anemic. Just because he needs to make sure his food is good not because he actually got kinda scared that one time you almost passed out by the way I got you a cookbook with iron rich foods you should use it.

Max Keeping Track of Your Iron Levels:

Max might be a capitalistic, MBA holding sales manager with an ego the size of Texas, but deep down this douche-bag undead bastard cares.

He claims it’s only because he likes to make sure that blood with a low iron count tastes like shit, and you are his personal blood bank. 

Absolutely not because you almost passed out the second time he fed from you. You totally imagined the panicked look on his face. He was afraid of getting blood on his new Fendi shirt.

And you absolutely were dreaming when Max Phillips put a woman in his bed without being a pervert and doing nothing more than taking off your shoes and pacing like a maniac until you recovered completely. 

Suddenly, there is a iron rich cook book that shows up on your coffee table. His excuse was that your cooking smells horrible, this should help. 

Pumpkin seeds and dark chocolate are kept in the drawer of his desk and every time you come in, he’s offering you some. 

Instead of donuts, Max orders iron rich oatmeal to be stocked in the break room in all kinds of flavors for a complimentary breakfast for the office. 

Even thought he complains when he gets within a mile of the seafood district, he bring you shellfish????? Claiming that there was a great deal and he knew how much you loved it. You don’t, but you don’t like wasting food. 

Grass fed beef is searing in a pan when you come over to his apartment to let him feed off of you. With a spinach salad as a side. He insists on feeding you, before he feeds off you.

Do not read anything into this. He doesn’t care care. He just cares. All of this mumbled while refusing to look at you. When you smirk at him, he wrinkles his nose and tells you shut up and lay off the garlic.

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[eccentricclaire]

📚 Days off are meant for #reading!!! If you crave an exciting #adventure to amp up your #MemorialDayWeekend! Blast off with a Quest to save time that all started with a girl and her love of books! 📖 . 🦁 Mimi Mockel’s second home was always the @nypl, ever since a little girl when her father told her that books were crafted from magic. But on her least favorite holiday, New Years Eve; her desperation for a #goodread made her space out that the library was closed! Hey even #Bookworms can have a ditzy moment! As she was just about to return her finished novel and head home, an irresistible temptation: an open window! . 📕But when a mysterious diary belonging to a rogue time traveler chooses her to be #theProdigy, her life just got way more complicated!!! How far will she go to save her family, if only she can believe in herself first! . 🚀Join Mimi on a fun adventure to a future #steampunk world! From a future world of an alchemy academy to the roaring twenties to return a trumpet to #DukeEllington, this is a #mustread for fans of time travel! . #Books #Bookworm #YA #SciFi #Steampunk #TimeTravel #DoctorWho #TARDIS #TimeHop #scifigeek #roaringtwenties #toberead #strongfemaleleads #newyorkcitypubliclibrary #bookssetinnewyorkcity #thankyoutroops🇺🇸 (at Greenville, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx2JyBCpfxj/?igshid=7e5e1njwyx4l

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[noforkingclue]

hello EVERYTHING WELL LOVE YOUR blog and I would like to ask for a reader who loves books and her favorite is the "little Prince" and She would like to read this book to doctor 13 and says that the fox is her favorite, but doctor always appears busy.  

Thank you so much!!! I haven’t actually read ‘The Little Prince’ but I hope you enjoy this! :D

Title: Bookworm

Tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings,  @yourneighbourhoodclown

The Doctor had been distant and in a bad mood lately. Every time someone tried to talk to her or cheer her up they got snapped at. Everyone was getting sick of it especially the fact that she refused any sort of help.

Graham was the first to leave. He said that he wasn’t leaving forever but he needed a break from the Doctor’s bad mood. Ryan decided to leave with Graham and you could tell that he was just as, if not more, annoyed with the Doctor then Graham was. Yaz and you stayed around for a bit longer but eventually even Yaz decided to leave. She said it was because of work and the Doctor practically pushed her out of the TARDIS when she landed it.

So now it was just you and her in a perpetually awkward friendship.

You walked into the console room one day to see the Doctor standing over it, her hands resting on the panel. Her jacket was off and her sleeves were rolled up. She was staring at a screen and she didn’t seem to hear you come in. You had one of your favourite books tucked under your arm and a plan formed in your head on how to cheer her up. After all this always worked with you.

“Hey Doc.”

The Doctor looked up sharply when you spoke.

“You’re still here.”

“Err, yeah.”

“So many people have left me I forget the ones who are loyal.”

You frowned, not liking what she had said.

“Ryan, Yaz and Graham are loyal,” you said walking closer, “They just wanted a break for a bit.”

“And you didn’t.”

“I don’t have much of a life.”

“That isn’t healthy.”

“Do you know what else isn’t healthy?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Not talking to your friends and obsessing over whatever this is.”

When the Doctor didn’t reply you continued,

“Do you want to know what always helps me? When people read to me.” You held up your book, “This is one of my favourites, ‘The Little Prince’. I was hoping to-“

“Not now y/n-“

“But-“

The Doctor slammed her hands down and you winced.

“I have more important things going on right now,” she said, “I have to find the Master and find out what he’s planning. Now please leave me alone.”

“Right,” you said, “I understand.”

The Doctor winced at the tone of your voice and turned around.

“Wait,” she said, “I didn’t mean-“

“I know what you meant Doctor. Have fun and good luck.”

 *

 You spent the rest of the day in the library trying to read your book but your heart wasn’t really in it. You kept thinking back to your conversation with the Doctor. Maybe the others were right, maybe it was time to take a break.

“Hey.”

You didn’t look up when you heard the Doctor’s voice. You hear her sigh and walk over to you.

“I should apologise for earlier.”

“You should.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why are you sorry?”

“Because,” the Doctor took a deep breath and sat down next to you, “You were only trying to help. I was being a hypocrite about being healthy.”

“You were.”

“I got something for you.”

The Doctor held out a book. With wide eyes you carefully took it from her and gently opened it.

“It’s a first edition,” said the Doctor, “I know it doesn’t make up for what I said earlier but I want you to have it.”

“Thank Doc.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” She said suddenly

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the only person I have left,” she said, “I’m alone in the world apart from you.”

You gently cupped her face and smiled softly when she leant into your touch.

“The others haven’t left you,” you said, “They just needed a break.”

“Because of me.”

“Because it’s been a trying time lately,” you said, “Although an apology wouldn’t hurt.”

“I know,” the Doctor bit her lip before saying, “But later.”

“Later?”

The Doctor lay down resting her head on your lap. She smiled up at you.

“For now you can read to me,” she said, “All I want to do is spend time with you and listen to your voice.”

You nodded and carefully opened the book and started reading. While the Doctor was under extreme stress you were going to do everything in your power to make sure she was alright. She was going to be alright and you would see to that.

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[talesofealdancynedom]

Amadeus Rosethorn, in fairy robes; He’s an all grown up professional travel paladin!

Tale 17: Calliope Cwenfyre, Amadeus and Andromada Rosethorn (chapter 2 - Amadeus 2/5) part 3. Stories of True Love

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Amadeus Rosethorn was a fair boy from a wealthy wizard family. The wealth came from the large property of Rosethorn manor, and its magic garden, in which homed rare and exclusive plant fey for centuries. The traditions of watering, singing, gathering, and preparing these botanical treasures, was a long running family tradition that effected the whole magic community. Amadeus was the only heir of the Rosethorn manor; As his mother was the only remaining owner of the assets, and did not want more children.

Though born in the Grand West, his half Far South heritage would make one suspect Amadeus, and his father Gemini, to look far more different than they were. Unlike his father however, Amadeus was born a pale as snow without having to go dark. No magic charge was required to change his colours to the nearly unnatural; Which should have been the first sign he was a mage. His father, Gemini Wintersleep, was the witch of the magical forest village of Pepperidge, in the Grand West. Gemini got his magical political position by local recomendation, as he was well known and liked. Amadeus was a single child, with prestigious parents, and a lot of expectations to live up to.

Amadeus’s mother wanted him to marry a girl who was also in a magic house; and he never quite knew why. It came with extracurricular grooming, to give heritage tours of the property, manage finances, please the tree fey, and have proper formal etiquette. His mother obsessively raised Amadeus in hopes he would be a responsible owner of the old property, that supplied the world with rare magic herbs. If he wasn’t a capable successor, Rosethorn manor would be claimed as heritage site, by the government of The Grand West. Which was a group of wizards that did not know how to care for it properly. But Amadeus’s life on Rosehtorn manor was about to get better. When Amadeus was six, his aunt Tchichi and cousin Rah, moved in from the Far South. They were refugees, as his uncle was being abusive. This gave Amadeus a sibling, but no escape from his mother’s form of love. She wanted him well off; even more then he already was. He was not spoiled, because Gemini refuted his mother’s wishes to give him needless niceties, and though Amadeus should know what things are worth. And be vaccinated. In general, Amadeus became a balanced nobleman, and knew what he was worth. Financially and globally.

At thirteen, Amadeus was unaware of how bad the pressure to be the next Rosthorn owner bothered him. Desiring control, as he could not determine his future, Amadeus began to take his feelings out on an awkward boy he passed while biking around the Capitol. Amadeus had been sent to study magic at the acclaimed paladin academy of the Grand West. Only the best for for his mother’s little boy. Unknown to Amadeus, the boy he bullied was rejected, or more prevented, from attending magic school like him. This was Morgan Cyendom. Amadeus would go to no end to prank or ridicule Morgan, about his magical failure and crushed dreams; usually while taunting him, by using magic in front of him. Amadeus would intervein Morgan’s yearning to visit the wizard markets, almost daily. They kept crossing paths outside magic districts. Unknown to Amadeus, Morgen went home, after an entire day of ridicule, to a mundane bungalow to be beaten roughly for being tardy, as his family assumed, he had been around magic. Morgan was not allowed to use magic, as a family tragedy made his parents to fear magic; and thus, his safety around it. Over time, violence was used as a deterrent.

Meanwhile, Amadeus would go home on the weekends, to the luxurious Rosethorn Manor; It had two large magical courtyard gardens, back and front, which homed the precious mythical flora. The black marble block walls surrounding the property, were topped with rose engraved gothic pearl spikes, and matching front gate. The mansion was also black: wood stain, tiles, carpet, flooring, and wallpaper. The exception being accents in each room that where white, such as: furniture, floor bords, window frames, curtains, and rails. Amadeus resided with his loving parents, aunt, and caousin; and there was lots of room for everybody. Amadeus and his cousin Rah might of well have been twins, given how close they were. Inside this beautiful heirloom, it was safe and wonderous; the exact opposite of Morgan’s situation at the time. When Amadeus or Morgan went home, Morgan said nothing about his bully or going near magic. And Amadeus didn’t mention how he loathed his life’s expectations, and how it led to him tormenting a stranger. However, when his parents found out, Amadeus was expelled from the paladin academy, and placed in the troubled youth and international magic school, outside his home village.

In third year, at his local magic school, Amadeus saw Morgan again. thus, he attempted yet again to taunt him. Morgan seemed to have arrived in classes out of nowhere. It was rumored Morgan had disappeared for about two years, and was placed in the academy by the government. He also brought a lovely lady, Emilia, and his cousin Regina; both of which limited Amadeus’s opportunities to get at Morgan. Morgan now had a familiar, a girlfriend, and was attending the same classes as Amadeus. Morgan quickly became the school’s top seer, and proved himself capable with a sword, and communing with fey. It provoked Amadeus. Falling in love with Scarlet Stankild, who was a lovely heartman with a Dalmatian familiar, and being the school’s top paladin, was not enough. Amadeus was convinced he was not worthy of his family’s fortune or prestige; even if in the back of Amadeus’s mind, he knew he was loved regardless of his accomplishments. Amadeus was at an age where comparison is a plague. Amadeus wanted a familiar, be able to use impressive spells, and have a good reputation like his parents. He felt like Morgan was getting ahead. This poor quiet boy Amadeus ridaculed in the capitol, was on par with his years of training and work. Amadeus was livid. Then, Morgan turned out to be a mage; a person in a magic house, who are born with more magic flow, that wield old, powerful, and forbidden magic.

“That boy at the academy is wearing me down.” Gemini said at dinner. “This Morgan Cyendom, who is a mage; making my job incredibly difficult. Even if he is just another troubled student, and only a seer that restores ancient books, I don’t want dangerous magic in my community; Though I respect his talent. The government is breathing down my neck, as the Grand West can’t sweep this under the rug.”

“You usually don’t disclose work details; this must be a really big deal. I wonder how his family feels…” Amadeus’s mother said. Everyone turned to Amadeus.

“He should be in your year Amadeus. Best you stay away from him for now. The witches want him isolated in Pepperidge, at the academy; to give him an education and support that may prevent him from becoming corrupt and dangerous. Which is likely from what I’ve read.” Gemini said. Amadeus thought he had material to work with; information to pull himself above his rival. Magery was cheating and punishable.

After school one day, Amadeus followed Morgan onto Tiberius Gate, which was just down road from the academy. Morgan had opened Tiberius Gate, and now lived on the gate with his uncle, aunt, and cousin. Amadeus stalked Morgan right into the epicenter of the magic forest, for one more chance to snap at Morgan in private. Just before the tower’s steps, Morgan turned around.

“Why are you following me?” He asked. Morgan was connected to the gate after opening it, and thus felt anyone who was on it. Morgan remembered Amadeus, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. This interaction turned out to be nothing like what either of them were expecting, or intending. Amadeus began to shout and point at Morgan, but his words went from malice to tears.

“Why do you get a familiar? A girlfriend! Powerful magic! An entire magic forest! Two legendary lost swords, by just summoning them! You’re an incompetent, scraggly, worthless wizard! How does a nerdy bookworm, who has never been to magic school, achieve all this! To come to this school, even when you practice dark magic, makes me disgusted. My dad should have Master paladin Melida Daigandun, or Estella Celestine, arrest you! But instead, the Grand West forces him to hide you here. Why do you get those things so effortlessly!?!?!” Amadeus yelled. Most would expect Amadeus to be calm and eloquent, like a spoiled brat, but instead he was in tears of defeat. It would be fair to assume that Morgan would confront this intruder without mercy, yet instead, he put a comforting palm on Amadeus’s shoulder.

“You don’t need a familiar, or be a mage, to be a powerful wizard and paladin. You already are one. I had no idea you were so upset; Is that why you were so mean? Your family must have put a lot of pressure on you to fit a mold, and accept your family inheritances. It didn’t take long for me to hear about it; I wasn’t stalking or anything. Actually, I hear a lot of good things about you; it’s kind of sad you don’t see it.” Morgan said. In all those years Amadeus had tormented him, Morgan had never once wanted to, or did, fight back.

“Want to meet a beast king?” Morgan asked, in a chipper tone. He stood up and reached out to Amadeus with a smile.

“What?” Amadeus said.  He had no clue what a beast king was. Before he could ask, Morgan had grabbed his wrist, and pulled him across Tiberius Gate toward a wolf statue. This work of art was a door that led into the shadow veil. The numb gray ether of Ealden Cyndom that is made of, and is the source of, all magic.

“You said in fey studies, you liked the tree and wolf kingdoms right? Eobreth the Aliki Wolf you see me with sometimes, is the eldest prince of the Wolf King; and my first fey friend! He knows a thing or two about the hunt! The symbol for the wolf kingdom in the rune for hero or king warrior. You might like to meet the Wolf King; since you want to be a great warrior and noble.” Morgan said.

To Amadeus’s surprise, he felt no fear. While common folk or wizards would panic and curdle in the submersion of the shadow veil, mages found it comforting and calm. To them it was like a depravation tank. Looking up, Amadeus saw a giant armored wolf, which Morgan introduced as the Wolf King. The Wolf King was so large, with such a booming growl, and grand shining armor, it was terrifyingly radiant. Morgan then began introducing Amadeus as an acquaintance. Amadeus began to panic in confusion; he was certain Morgan and himself were supposed to hate each other. Yet, Morgan appeared to be doing him a favour. Amadeus barely heard what the Wolf King said. The shadow veil became the least of his concerns.

“A boy mage like you, from a house of the tree kingdom, is before me wishing to be a grand hero? Come here, I will give you something special to me, that will give you better control of your magic; and give you the ability to transform into one of my children. You will have their abilities and magic as well.” He growled. “You need only make a pact with a wolf child. I think it should be a moon serval. I made these children from my essence, to be guardians of weary travelers; it would suit you well! In a pact with my child, you will oath to let my brother King Mage Morgan be your friend, and guard those you love well. Be careful though; if a fey dies inside the warg mage who is enfeyed with it, will die too. Do not be burdened by grief, or betray your pact.” The Wolf King proposed.

In awe, and not objecting to the offer, Amadeus irrationally agreed to the pact. As the king said, being imbued, or enfeyed, with the magic of a consenting contracted fey, made a person a warg; someone who could turn into a fey at will. It also gave them properties of that fey and more magic to work with. It was a kingly gift to a paladin. When they returned to the day veil, Amadeus thanked Morgan.

“How can I ever repay you? After all I’ve done to you. I am in your favor, and a paladin at your side in any quest. I am so sorry for treating you poorly; I do not deserve your kindness.” Amadeus said.

“It’s ok Amadeus. I know bullies only lash out because they hurt too. I was never mad, I had bigger things to deal with,” Morgan shrugged. “Guess this means we’ll be friends at school tomorrow?” Morgan laughed. Amadeus nodded yes.

Morgan and Amadeus had been friends for a few months; and in that time, they had talked to each other about their lives and troubles. They both turned out to need that. Amadeus had also begun to pick up some magery, now that he knew he was one. Morgan had all the resources he needed. But the whole time, Amadeus felt a particular ache in his heart after learning Morgan’s full story. At lunch break, Amadeus saw scars on Morgan’s forearms during an arm-wrestle with his cousin Reggie. Amadeus was shocked in guilt. His friend Morgan, that he once bullied every day, was being beaten and deprived of his dreams at the same time. Morgan needed help, and Amadeus had no clue. When Morgan needed a friend most, Amadeus was making his life worse. He was bullying a broken man shamelessly. If he had known, he would have been that friend. Amadeus’s apology to Morgan was well received, but did not provide the closure Amadeus needed. Now he felt like a terrible friend.

When Amadeus went home for the weekend, he found Rosethorn manor occupied by his family and friends. His dad was a good host, and these fancy parties were nothing new. In fact, Amadeus used to like them; that’s how he met Scarlet. His father was at the door to greet him when he walked in.

“Son, you look so sad. It’s your birthday, and I organized you a nice little party. What’s wrong?” Gemini asked. Amadeus had forgotten it was his birthday; being so focused on his guilt.

“Oh, that’s why there are so many people here. I guess I forgot. I have a lot of things going on.” Amadeus said.

“I know. I hear from Rah you have been doing well in school, and made some new friends. I’m glad he changed his mind, and decided to peruse magic with you.” Gemini smiled. This did not make Amadeus feel any better. His mother intervened, and rushed Amadeus upstairs to his room. She was so frenzied she didn’t notice Amadeus could have used a hug.

Upstairs, His mother showed him to his room. On his bed were his heirloom fairy robes, white and black, and styled for a mage of the tree kingdom.

“I think your big enough to wear these now! Happy birthday Amadeus.” She said hugging him. Amadeus loved them; he had waited years to receive them. They were authentic, and were thus likely made by the Fairy King, for a mage ancestor. But looking in the mirror, no matter how perfect they were, all he saw was someone of privilege who was a terrible friend.

Gemini went upstairs to check on Amadeus; he was taking so long to get dressed, and looked unwell when he went to change. Gemini found Amadeus crying in front of the mirror in his room.

“What’s wrong? Your robes look lovely, and we’re about to have dinner. Do you need to talk first?” Gemini said, sitting on the bed and making a spot for Amadeus. His mother had been called downstairs after helping Amadeus put on the robes. And Gemini returned to see how his son was holding up. Amadeus leaned in, and gave a sigh.

“I hate myself. I am a terrible friend. My friend Morgan said I am a mage too; and we get along so well, yet it feels so fake after all the time I spent bullying him. And now it’s like he forgives me; he even took me to the Wolf King to become enfayed, and be a better paladin. I don’t deserve it. I care about him now, but the damage is already done; and it’s partially my fault. I could have done something. I could have been there for him.” Amadeus cried. Gemini was not impressed; being a wizard of high standing, who was against magery, did not take well to his son’s words. Even if he loved Amadeus. His father had no problems with Amadeus being a warg, but befriending a mage and studying old magic was unacceptable. At his own party, Amadeus’s father reprimanded him by ordering him to sharpen and polish his heirloom sword. Making a child do something harmless they don’t want to, is often enough negative reinforcement for trivial matters.

Amadeus’s mother was a Rosethorn, but Rah and his father were in the fairy kingdom house of Wintersleep. The old dull magic blade was incredibly valued by Gemini. Gemini wanted Amadeus was to inherit it, but he knew it should belong to his cousin Rah; who was still a Wintersleep in line to get it. Amadeus was having a terrible day. Then he realized he had been presented with an opportunity; legendary magic weapons are made by warlocks, who are mages. He would need to use magery, in front of his family, to restore the sword.

Having a new friend in Morgan, and irritated at his father’s dismay when he needed support, Amadeus proceeded to use mage methods to restore the blade. Any emotions attached to being a perfect Rosethorn predecessor were put aside. Enfeyed with a wolf child made his senses as sharp as all feline and canine fey; Amadeus used a winter steel tuner, to flick the blade and listen to the vibration of the sword. Like a crystal, the sound of every substance has its own frequency, its own flow of magic. Knowing frequencies was used in alchemy, and identification of magical properties. In school, Amadeus learned to recognized the sounds. The sword was also winter steel. Reading the runic, he determined the maker, and identified the blade by a few database searches of the digitized ancient books Morgan had translated. The blade could only be sharpened in a specific way. Warlocks always gave their magic creations intense security measures, to keep anyone who they were not intended for, from using them. Amadeus performed the following with some help from Rah:

           “To sharpen and use this blade that turns all it cuts clean to ice, and I name the Is Sabre of wintersleep; must place it in a transmuted silver basin lined with the names of the winter beast kings along the inner rim, and filled with water transmuted by magic men. Then add the blood of one to inherit it as they sing the song of the frozen lake under a full moons light. As they watch it freeze, and its basin melt. Upon the last note the ice will break, and the heir may pull the blade from its icy sheath; restored once more to original form, power and glory.”

Amadeus handed the sword in mint condition to his father, and walked away from his own birthday party, with Rah and Scarlet. They then proceeded to the tower on Tiberius Gate, to spend the rest of his birthday with Morgan, Reggie and Emilia. He would rather be playing teen party games, then sitting in a room of adults talking about politics. Amadeus never let go of the regret he felt for torturing Morgan, nor his oath to protect his friends as a paladin. He wanted to there for  all their quests.  

Amadeus would tell this tale to Calliope, and his daughter Andromada, when he babysat for Morgan and Emilia. Calliope was Amadeus’s favourite out of Morgan’s four children; because she was the most like her father. Calliope had that sparkle, that reminded Amadeus why Morgan was his best friend. It reminded him of his dreams, oaths, and gratitude. Morgan and Calliope had the same precious glimmer of wonder, curiosity, and kindness, that needs to be protected and nurtured.

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[cassiesbookishcorner]

August 2, 2017 I think the Doctor would agree - #booksnotbullies . Do you have a favorite Doctor Who episode? . #doctorwho #ten #tenthdoctor #policebox #tardis #blue #bluebooks #keychain #funkopop #redqueen #hallowed #beautifuldarkness #thevaliant #outlander #bookish #bibliophile #bookworm #bookstagram #books #read #tbr

#hallowed #beautifuldarkness #booksnotbullies #bookstagram #thevaliant #outlander #bluebooks #redqueen #books #policebox #tardis #bibliophile #read #funkopop #blue #keychain #bookworm #tenthdoctor #doctorwho #bookish #ten #tbr

[isuthetimelady]

So

How about Felix as Doctor's companion

he already read a lot of history books before jumping into the TARDIS (being a bookworm is one of the most popular headcanons and he definetly looks like the type to enjoy history books) so most of the time when they appear in the past he is prepared as to what to wear and how to behave

"uh, Doctor, i don't think it's a good idea to jump into the eighteenth century dressed like... Well, you"

the Doctor is too busy escaping from being burn at the stake to listen to him of course

after adventures he reads even more, comparing what is written to what he saw

in his own opinion he is just careful; in Doctor's, he is a stuffed shirt and doesn't know how to have fun (she still loves him tho, that's her fam after all)

if travelling with 13th Doctor: he absolutely hates her stripped shirt (too much Adrien-like lol)

seeing him always choosing formal clothes, Thirteen one day decides to show him Time Lords formal clothes (oh boy he doesn't take it good at all; might have nightmares about collars)

while Doctor, always being an excited puppy and loud and expressive and ready to run - usually straight into danger - may annoy him sometimes, he also admires her ability to deal with any danger situations she is put into and her wide knowledge about other species

he also enjoys listening to her rambling for hours about future human colonies or the weather on Raxacoricofallapatorius or the anathomy of the Daleks (54% hatred, 33% murder, 3% EXTERMINATED broken caps lock)

he likes the most visiting all that silent, uninhibitated planets with beautiful views (even if actually ends up inhibitated, by flesh-eating plants or something like that)

he also wants to learn how to drive TARDIS and is annoyed when Doctor says "you just press random buttons and hope for the best" or something like that

he might end up finding manuals (there MUST be a copy not thrown into supernova) and learn by himself

his character arc goes from "why did you risk your life to save mine it's illogical" to "i'm going to sacrifice myself so you can survive" (still thinking logically tho; after all, if Doctor dies who will be saving all that people and non-people across all the time and space?)

sorry, the end of ideas right now

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug pv #felix agreste #doctor who #13th doctor #crossover #miraculous doctor who crossover #random thoughts about crossover of two series i like are random

[majesticfox34556]

Movie Buddies

Title: Movie Buddies

Rating: G

Pairing: Destiel (Dean/Cas {Romantic}), Dean & Gabriel (Platonic) 

Tags: Major Character Death, fluff, Movies, Gabriel in the Bunker

Word Count: 794 words

Summary: This chronicles Gabriel's first days in the Men of Letters Bunker. I hope you have fun reading this.

Gabriel had officially moved into the bunker. The days were tense and the nights even more so. Dean had grudgingly accepted him into the family but he avoided the archangel at all costs. When Gabriel entered a room Dean left. When Dean wanted to cook and Gabriel was already making something, Dean wouldn’t eat until everyone was gone.

Something had to give. And that something was the tv.

“Come on, we are not watching that.” Dean snorted with disgust at the documentary Sam held up.

“Well what do you want to watch? You’ve vetoed almost everything we have.” Sam argued.

“What about The Terminator?” A voice piped up from the back of the room.

“Yeah, that would be awesome, except we don’t have that.” Dean snapped back without thinking.

“Hello? Archangel.” Gabriel snapped his fingers and the movie started up.

Dean said nothing after the movie, he just got up and headed to bed.

The next night Dean cautiously knocked on Gabriel’s door. “Hey, do you want to watch Die Hard with me? Sam and Cas are busy reading the bookworms.” Dean gave a fond eye roll.

“Depends.” Gabriel opened the door. “Do you like chocolate popcorn?”

Gabriel’s room was put together like a movie theater. A huge screen took up the majority of the wall. Steps led down to the screen and up to the seats high above.

“Wow. You could make a TARDIS couldn’t you?” Was the first words from Dean’s mouth.

Gabriel gave a delighted laugh. “Been there, done that Dean-o.”

Dean headed up towards the top seats. “Come on. Best seats are at the back, everyone knows that.”

Gabriel headed up behind him. “You never answered my question.” Gabriel snapped and popcorn buckets appeared in their laps while big cups of soda were in the cupholders.

“What question?” Dean tossed a piece of plain popcorn in his mouth.

“Do you like chocolate popcorn?” Gabriel hit play and the opening of Die Hard began.

Dean shot a grin at the trickster. “Yeah. I do.”

Gabriel snapped and their buckets of popcorn were covered in chocolate.

Dean and Gabriel spent many nights in Gabriel’s theater room watching movie after movie. A few nights in and Sam and Cas were concerned.

“Sam?” Cas frowned over the top of his book.

“Yeah Cas?” Sam looked up at the seraph.

“Dean has been spending a lot of time with Gabriel. Should I be worried…?” Cas stared at Sam with his pleading blue eyes. “I see him go into Gabriel’s room and don’t return for hours later. He always complains of a headache after and goes to ‘sleep it off’.”

Sam immediately jumped to his brother’s defence. “No! Cas, Dean is a lot of things but a cheater is not one of them.”

“But Sam? What else could it be?” Cas spread his arms wide. “I have read some magazines that clearly imply Dean is cheating on me.”

Sam stood up. “Come on Cas. Dean would never cheat on you. Especially with Gabriel. They can’t stand each other.” Sam laid a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. He lit on an idea. “Let’s go check on them.”

Sam led the way to Gabriel’s room. Sam pushed the door open and gasped softly. He tried really hard not to laugh. “Cas, come see.” Sam pushed the angel forward and showed him the huge theater room.

Dean and Gabriel were seated at the top with two chairs between them. They were staring at the screen with awe. A car chase was happening on screen.

Sam softly closed the door.

“Oh.” Cas blinked. “At least they are getting along.”

Sam snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Dean finally found someone who tolerates his movie tastes.”

“And I found someone who likes to read as much as I do.” Cas stared back down the hall. He paused. “Does that make Dean and Gabriel Movie Buddies?”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah Cas. And we are Book Buddies.”

So the days in the bunker continued with Sam and Cas reading together and Dean and Gabriel watching movies.

Dean lightened up on his stance of Gabriel. Now, when the archangel cooked, Dean ate with everyone else talking loudly about movies and pop culture. When Gabriel entered a room Dean was in Dean engaged him in conversation.

The first days in the bunker soon became months and months became years. On Dean’s final deathbed Gabriel promised a huge theater with all the best movies when Dean made it upstairs.

“Promise?” Dean croaked. His green eyes dulled with age sparkled happily at the thought.

“Promise. In fact…” Gabriel got a grin on his face. “Race ya there.”

“Cheater!” Dean called. “Bye Sam.” Dean closed his eyes and went to Heaven where he watched movies with Gabriel whenever he got the chance.

#fanfiction #major character death #gabriel #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel #movies #supernatural fandom #SPN