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Malneirophrenia- Monsters chapter 7

Pairing: Olivia x MC; Liam x Olivia

Word count: 2,984

Warnings: evil Liam, evil Olivia, eating disorder, child abuse/neglect

Summary: Emma meets her sponsors and gets a crash course in everything she will need for the social season.

A/N: And we’re in Cordonia, and we are meeting the Beaumont’s ... finally. @sirbeepsalot and I still have another chapter planned before the social season, but soon I promise.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, child abuse, character death, abuse, knife violence, blood, unhealthy sexual situations, NSFW content to come. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: We only own our OC’s, the rest we are just borrowing from PB.

Malneirophrenia: the feeling of unease or unhappiness that comes from waking up from a nightmare.

Emma gazed out the window as they traveled the winding roads of the lush Cordonian countryside. Everything here was so different. She grew up in the dense, harsh city; here, everything was lush and open. It was as if dilapidated buildings didn’t exist in Cordonia; instead, quaint country villages spotted with cute, vintage homes transitioned into impressive manors surrounded by sprawling vineyards. Will I ever fit in here?

Her clover green eyes went wide as their car stopped in front of an impressive stone and wood mansion, with lush lawns and gardens that appeared to stretch on forever. “Is this the palace?”

Liam chuckled. “We’re in Duchy Ramsford at the Beaumont estate. You will be staying here until the start of the social season.”

Emma’s heart hammered in her chest. Did they already change their minds about me?

“Li, you’re scaring the poor girl.” Olivia lightly touched Emma’s arm. “Emma, Liam needs to go back to the palace and it wouldn’t be proper for a suitor to arrive so early. The Beaumont brothers have graciously offered to sponsor you.”

“Wait, suitor? You told me you brought me to Cordonia to be Liam’s queen.” Her heart pounded in her chest. See, you’re too trusting. They lied to you.

“You are,” Olivia said softly.

“Why do I need a sponsor then?” Emma asked as she looked between Liam and Olivia.

Liam glanced at Olivia before clearing his throat. “Emma, I understand this doesn’t make sense, but it is customary for noblemen and women to go through a social season to find spouses. I will choose you. We want to build a life with you.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise, she thought all of this was already set. She didn’t realize she had to pretend to compete for him while other members of royalty silently judged her every move. He said he’d choose her, but what if she fumbled and everyone hated her? Could she handle another failure to her name?

Emma stepped out of the vehicle. She felt slightly more comfortable but was still nervous. She didn’t know these people and she was expected to live with them. Could she trust two men whom she had never met?

“Olivia will be staying to make sure they take good care of you and help you settle,” Liam said stepping beside her. “Duke Bertrand will also help prepare you for your role by teaching you what you need to know about life at court.”

Emma smiled slightly at the thought that she wouldn’t be alone. Olivia was tough but she was kind. Emma was relieved that she was staying with her. She smiled at Liam, nodding her understanding as shouts filled the air around her.

“You’re here! Bertrand, they’re here!” A tall, thin man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair shouted his greetings as he bounded down the front stairs to greet them.

“I can see that, Maxwell.” A shorter, more serious man Emma took to be Bertrand said walking down the stairs at a much slower pace. “You may have grown up with His Majesty, but can you please keep up some courtly protocol?”

Maxwell deflated. “Sorry, Bertrand.”

“Yes, well do better,” Bertrand said as he smoothed down the front of his brown sweater vest.

Emma appraised the pair. Maxwell was loud, effervescent, and exuded energy. Bertrand was more stern with a face that seemed permanently etched with a scowl. She wondered how the two could actually be brothers. She straightened as she felt Bertrand’s eyes fall on her, his lips pulled into a thin line as he scrutinized her.

“Your Majesty,” Bertrand dipped into a smooth bow before turning to Olivia. “Duchess Olivia, I do hope your journey was alright. I would like to once again extend you both my sympathies about the king father, such a tragic loss.”

Liam nodded, his stoic façade in place. “Thank you, Duke Bertrand. I’d like to thank you for offering to sponsor Lady Emma.” His onyx stare reminding him of their deal; help Emma, parade her as their own, keep Liam's secret, and receive everything needed to regain his house’s status.

“It's an honor, sir.” He turned to Emma giving her a stiff nod. “You must be Lady Emma. I am Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of Ramsford.”

Emma racked her brain trying to remember the crash course in etiquette that she received on the plane from New York. “Yes, your Grace. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance,” she replied as she dipped into an awkward curtsy.

“Hmm.” Bertrand momentarily questioned why the new reigning monarch wanted him to sponsor this woman and claim her as his own. He nearly backed out of their deal, but the promise of wealth and keeping their status untarnished won out. The king had offered a lot of money, money House Beaumont desperately needed to return to its former glory. It also helped that Liam said this woman would be his queen. “It’s going to take a lot of hard work but I will have her presentable in time for the start of the social season.”

“And this is your room,” Maxwell said with a flourish of his arms.

“Thank you,” Emma said giving him a shy smile. He seemed nice but she found his personality a bit overwhelming.

She stepped into the spacious room, her eyes going wide as she took in the space. I could fit my first studio apartment in here twice. She set her Daemarrel bag on the bed before the sudden realization that she had moved across an ocean with nothing but a new purse and a few items to her name hitting her full force.

She swallowed, thinking of all she needed to replace. Did I grab my wallet? Can I even access my account or will the police use it to find me? She gave a soft sigh. This would be any girl’s dream come true, but she was starting to wonder if this was just her being beholden to another man.

Her thoughts drifted to the crimson goddess as she sank into the soft bedding. Thoughts of her stirred butterflies in her stomach and she wondered if Olivia had similar feelings. She rolled to her side and sighed. Her new life would be so much easier if she didn’t have to vie for the hand of a king. She wished the three of them could simply start building their new life together. Liam and Olivia were sweet and kind -- all three of them had survived personal hells. The thought of belonging, of being safe with them, made her happy.

But she knew this was how it had to be for now. Tomorrow, she remembered Bertrand telling her, she would start to learn the skills needed to be queen.

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Emma sat at a grand oak table in a hard, uncomfortable chair. She stared wide-eyed at the place setting before her, her hands neatly folded in her lap as Bertrand had instructed. Her eyes scanned over the multiple forks as she tried desperately to remember the basic etiquette course she’d had in her home economics class. She gave a soft, hesitant smile as she lifted her left hand, fingers delicately wrapping around the fork closest to the plate. Her head snapped to the side as Olivia gently cleared her throat before picking up the correct fork.

Emma flashed Olivia a grateful smile as she tried to ignore the way her heart raced in her presence. She lifted the correct fork and tucked into her salad. She never realized there were so many different utensils that each served a distinct purpose during the meal. She wondered if Bertrand got a perverse joy watching her fail time and time again. Each new rule seemed to be spoken in a language only the elite could ever understand. Will I ever get this down? Will I ever make them believe I belong?

Always taste your food before seasoning it was one rule she found easy to follow. Growing up, her mother would smack her hand, calling her an ungrateful brat if she even thought of modifying the dish she had been served. It led her to accept what she was served.

Emma casually glanced at Olivia, she watched as Olivia pushed the salad around her plate. Is there something wrong with the food? She cautiously pierced a few delicate leaves with her fork, bringing the lightly dressed greens to her mouth. It seems fine to me.

She tried to conceal her surprise when her salad plate was whisked away and replaced by a new dish. Her eyes swept over her main course: a small, whole bird served with rice pilaf and asparagus. She looked at her utensils. At least there is only one fork left.

“Lady Emma, could you please pass me the salt?” Bertrand requested, his watchful gaze burning into her.

“Of course,” she replied with a tentative smile. His previous words pinged in her head; pass the salt and pepper together. That rule felt dumb. She couldn’t understand why you would pass both if they had only requested one, but maybe there was something she would eventually understand about always keeping them together.

She carefully picked up the salt and pepper, what did he say about passing items? She ran through the rules in her head: set passed items directly on the table instead of passing hand to hand. She set the shakers to the right of Bertrand’s plate before flashing him a soft, proud smile.

“Thank you, Lady Emma,” Bertrand said.

His words felt cold and hard, like the false praise you’d give to a scolded child or a misbehaving dog. She nodded her head in his direction, worry her voice may crack if she were to speak aloud.

Her palms felt sweaty as she watched the others carefully cut off bite-sized portions of the bird. How do I even begin to cut it? It’s basically whole, all it’s missing is it’s head, feet, and feathers.

She surreptitiously slid her hands to her lap, thankful to have the linen napkin to dry her sweaty palms. One rule is a win; the napkin rests on your lap until the end of the meal. Emma flashed an uneasy smile as she lifted her knife and fork, carefully cutting a small piece of breast meat from the bone. Here’s to new things, she thought as she brought the meat to her lips.

Her eyes fell on Olivia’s plate as she chewed. She noticed that, despite the appearance Olivia gave, she’d hardly touched her meal. Why isn’t she eating? She suddenly realized that she had hardly seen Olivia eat since they met.

- -

Olivia tilted her head down, her eyes trained on her plate as she pushed the food around. Her stomach gave a soft rumble, but she refused to take a bite; she knew the food on her plate wouldn’t be nearly as edible as it appeared. Regina simply kept up the appearance of keeping her well cared for.

She speared a lima bean with her fork, summoning the courage to eat it no matter how vile it might taste. Regina enjoyed using food to punish her and would tamper with her meals to make them inedible: vinegar in her soup, extra salt on her vegetables, overcooked and burnt meat. She did her best to stomach it since mealtime was the only time she was able to eat. She’d once tried to sneak into the kitchen late at night, only to find that Regina kept the food locked tight.

If you wanted to eat you ate with the ‘family’ or you could starve. Maybe starving isn’t so bad.

- -

Unknown to Emma, Olivia had requested that Bertrand schedule time for her to teach Emma about more feminine matters. Bertrand didn’t question her; he asked how long she needed and to let him know if he could assist in any way with the lesson.

Olivia spent the afternoon in Emma’s room reviewing the items her stylist had sent over for Emma. She smiled as she ran her fingers down the sleeve of a kelly green cashmere sweater. There was a reason she kept Sasha around; she was a wizard with building wardrobes. She had even included a few ties and items for Liam that coordinated in a subtle way with several of Emma’s outfits. She nodded before sitting on the bed, lifting her legs and admiring the new deep red leather booties Sasha found for her. She loved that, even when shopping for Emma, she still kept her in mind. It felt nice to have someone care.

At 14.00, she walked downstairs and down the center hall of the Beaumont Estate. Their manor was one of the homes she enjoyed visiting. The brothers had kept with their family traditions but it had a light, airy feel to it that other estates and keeps didn’t have.

She arrived at the den and softly knocked before cracking the door open. She peeked inside and saw Emma sitting across from Bertrand. He had been teaching her Cordonian history and Olivia sensed the lesson went well based on the smile on her face.

“Lady Olivia,” Bertrand greeted as he stood. “Please, come in. We were just finishing up.”

Emma stood and turned, meeting Olivia’s eyes as she dipped into a passable curtsy.

“Emma, you don’t need to curtsy,” Olivia noted before looking to Bertrand.

“I thought it prudent that she practices each time she meets someone. Practice makes perfect.”

Emma kept her face passive as she stood. “Duke Bertrand was helping me with my form, but perhaps you can help me refine my skills.” She smiled as she looked at Bertrand. “As lovely as his curtsies are, I think they lack a woman’s touch.”

Bertrand nodded. “I’m sure Lady Olivia can help. She had one of the most rigorous teachers -- you’d be lucky to learn from her. She has perfected the art of court.”

Olivia nodded towards Bertrand. “Thank you. I like to think I have some talents. However, I have a lesson prepared for Emma. We will be down for dinner.”

The two women departed the lounge and headed towards Emma’s suite.

“How were your lessons?” Olivia asked.

Emma sighed. “They went well -- the duke is very nice if you get past the grumpy part of his personality. We talked about values and traditions … he also gave me curtsying lessons.”

Olivia chuckled. “I got the impression.”

“Sadly, he does curtsy better than me,” Emma said before glancing at Olivia. Their eyes met and they both laughed.

“You’ll get there. Keep in mind that you are learning the things we have had beaten into us since we were born.” Olivia took her hand as they reached Emma’s room. “I think you will enjoy your next lesson.”

“I’m trying to imagine what sort of lesson would be in my bedroom.”

“Dressing and appearance. Come with me,” Olivia said as she opened the door and gestured for Emma to enter.

Emma paused when she caught sight of the two wardrobe racks filled with clothes. Several pairs of shoes were neatly arranged along the floor and display trays and stands held a variety of jewelry and other accessories.

“Olivia, what … what is all this?” Emma glanced at Olivia before swallowing. She couldn’t even think about how much this cost; the rack of silken, glittery ball gowns must have cost a fortune.

Olivia walked to the rack that held the more casual items. She ran her hand over the soft sweaters before turning to look at Emma. “I told you my stylist was going to pull items for you.”

Emma shook her head. “But I can’t … I can’t afford this. It’s too much.”

Oliva walked up to Emma and took her hands. Emma looked down, refusing to look at Olivia as tears started to prick at her eyes. “Emma, look at me.”

Emma lifted her face, blinking her eyes in a vain attempt to hide her tears. “I’m sorry.”

“We are family now. This -- everything -- it is simply how your life is now. It isn’t a gift, you do not owe us anything. What you need, we will provide. What we need, you will provide. You, me, Liam … it’s going to be the three of us and that means we support each other. Right now, you need clothes. Here,” Olivia shifted so she stood next to Emma and gently turned her to face the clothes, “are your clothes. We will shop more before we leave for the capital, and you don’t have to keep anything you don’t like. Now let’s have fun trying on outfits and having girl time.”

Emma let out a little laugh. “I know, I’m sorry, I just --”

“Emma, don’t apologize for how you feel. You can be apprehensive, or unsure … but I’m here for you and anything you need or want …” Olivia blushed a bit before taking Emma’s hand and stepping up to one of the clothing racks. “I am able to offer insight and lessons that Bertrand is unable to … help you in ways the men can’t.”

Emma squeezed Olivia’s hand as her fingers reached up and brushed the sleeve of the kelly green cashmere sweater. “You’re right, Olivia, and you have already been more of a friend than I would have ever expected.” She lifted the sweater off the rack and held it to her chest, her eyes looking down at the soft fabric floating over her blouse.

“It’s a beautiful color on you,” Olivia noted. “I sent Sasha some photos so she could match your coloring. I think she did a wonderful job.”

Emma bit her lip as she turned to face Olivia. “Everything here is so beautiful. Tell me what I need to do to be a part of your world.”

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*Take Me Away | Pt. 1* Newt x reader

Story synopsis: Reader is in a loveless marriage. Her husband is an Auror and works alongside Theseus. Newt is recently promoted to the Beast Division at The Ministry and Theseus decides to bring Newt along to a dinner at reader’s house. After a few run ins afterwards, reader and Newt slowly begin to fall in love. Reader has never found love in anyone besides her mother and soon finds it in Newt. The two begin to see one another secretly (after fighting the urges to avoid such a secret affair…) until after a year of hiding Newt is asked to travel the world and write his book. Will reader go with him and leave her life behind?

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Life for you had always been easy. You supposed it was the fact that most of it was decided for you and you only needed to worry about showing up and doing as you were told.

Your family was in no way rich but you weren’t exactly poor either. Your mother was full of love and did nothing but made sure you knew she would always be there for you. Your father however, was a bit more difficult. His illness which caused him to have to step down from his job as an auror at the Ministry of Magic had deeply impacted your family and so he took it in his best interest for you to marry one of the son’s of his coworker’s.

His name was Nathaniel Harding. He wasn’t one to show much love towards you and only in public gatherings did he show any sign of affection. It was, you suspected, his way of showing that you were his.

As the years passed, your mother passed away due to dragon pox and you were left with no one to go to. You hadn’t many friend’s and you began to feel your world closing in on you. You felt as if you were trapped within a great precipice; but no one noticed. Your only means of escape becoming the long afternoons you’d spend in your garden and sketching. It wasn’t until an unlikely visitor stumbled upon your home that things began to change.

That change was named Newt Scamander. He was a young gentleman who had been hired to work in the Beast Division within the Ministry. His brother, a well acclaimed auror and war hero named Theseus, had been invited to your home one evening by your husband. Newt, his younger brother, was dragged along for the occasion as Theseus had put it as, “A nice way to meet and make good connections within the Ministry.”

“And where did you work previously?” Placing his glass down, Nathaniel glanced up at the shy wizard as he kept his gaze on the plate in front of him. You had noticed he wasn’t one to talk much and his curly auburn hair fell in front of his eyes; helping to hide him. His cheeks were littered in delicate freckles and you could have sworn that if you looked close enough, you’d be able to make out constellations.

“O-office for House-elf Relocation.” He stuttered.

“That sounds awfully terrible.” Bringing his hand to yours, Nathaniel looked over to you, a look of ownership in his eyes. It made your stomach churn. “And how long did you work in that ghastly department for?”

You looked over to Newt, watching as he glanced up momentarily, his sea foam green eyes catching sight of you E/C ones. It sent a shock through your body and a small smile forced it’s way on to your lips.

“Two years.”

Nathaniel let out a chuckle as he raised his glass to his lips once more, taking a swig of his fire whiskey.

“Well, sir… I commend you for lasting that long! You must be thrilled to be in a new department?”

Newt nodded.

“My brother here,” Theseus began, “wants to be a Magizoologist. He’s always been a lover of magical beasts. He wishes to work in the field and study magical creatures. Wants to help teach the wizarding world about them.”

“I see.” One of your house elves appeared and began placing food on everyone’s plates. “And what exactly do you wish to teach us, Mr. Scamander?”

There was an uneasy tone to your husband’s question and you paused, your fork half way to your mouth as you shot your husband a warning look, something you rarely did in fear of the repercussions that would follow later. However, he just laughed it off and looked back over to the nervous wizard.

“I wish to teach them why we should be protecting these creatures instead of hurting them.”

“Protecting them?” Your husband scoffed, bringing his napkin to his face to hide his amused expression.

“I think that’s wonderful, Mr. Scamander.” Smiling at the wizard, you internally kicked your husband for his rude and unjust comment. “It’s refreshing that you are so dedicated to your work.”

Newt looked up to you, a smile tugging at his lips. It was obvious how grateful he was for your honest interest and you hungered to know more about him. From the moment he walked in to your home you knew there was something more to this quiet and reserved man.

Nathaniel only rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his food. As the evening progressed you found yourself glancing over to the wizard only to find his eyes already on you. It brought a shiver down your spine each time and you smiled to yourself.

Of all the men you had met in your life, this Newt Scamander was one you knew was unlike the rest; and it excited you.

Days passed and you often found yourself walking through your home humming and thinking about the gentle man who you had only met a few days back. The gleam in his eyes played over and over in your mind and you couldn’t help but smile. You wondered if you’d ever see him again.

“Don’t forget we have dinner arrangements tonight.”

“Oh?” Glancing up from your book, you eye your husband as he looks over to you, a look of annoyance as you once again forgot about the party you were invited to.

“Yes.” He replied. “The dinner in honor of Mr. Maxwell’s retirement.”

Yes. That one. One of the top auror’s at the ministry was retiring and you, among countless others, were invited to his lavish home to celebrate the occasion.

“We’ll be leaving at five o’clock.” Nathaniel said as he walked from the room and leaving you be. You sighed as you placed your book down and made your way to get ready. Winney, your house elf, was at your side immediately and helped you pick out a necklace and earrings to go with your mid length pastel pink gown. It was adorned in sparkling beads and a tiny bit of lace. You settled upon a diamond necklace Nathaniel had gifted you on your engagement night.

Winney placed it around your neck and clasped the ends together. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, a sinking feeling rising in your chest. For most, jewelry like this would bring them joy, happiness, a sense of love and perhaps confidence. For you, however, it brought nothing but the reminder of the loveless marriage you had agreed upon only to help your parent’s.

“You look lovely…” Winney hummed. Smiling, you thanked her and lifted yourself up from your vanity chair and grabbing your beaded clutch. As you walked down the hall, your heels clinking against the wood floor, you felt a sadness overcome you as you mentally prepared yourself for what you knew would be an evening of mindless chatter.

Oh how you longed for adventure and to be free of these chains keeping you down and locked within these walls. What you wouldn’t do to have your mother back; to have her to talk to.

Standing beside the door in one of his nicest suits, Nathaniel held out his arm. Intertwining yours with his you closed your eyes as you suddenly twisted and turned throughout the air and landed with an instantaneous pop. As your eyes opened up you found yourself in front of Mr. Maxwell’s home. Various couples were appearing and making their way towards the front gate. You could already hear the laughter and music coming from within.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for another evening of pretend smiles and fake conversation.

You sat beside your husband, your eyes glazed over as you automatically nodded and smiled as people spoke to you. In all honesty, you had no idea what was being said.

“Ah! Theseus!” You perked up as your husband welcomed the handsome wizard to the table and you eagerly looked to see if Newt was with him. To your dismay he wasn’t.

Everyone at the table welcomed Theseus as he took a seat and began light conversation with the few people nearby. Catching sight of you he smiled and complimented you on your evening attire. You thanked him before excusing yourself to get a bit of fresh air on the balcony nearby.

Weaving through the crowds of people you instantly felt relaxed as the cool evening air hit your bare skin. The stars above twinkled in the night sky and you made your way over to the ledge where you looked down to see an elaborate garden.

Your heart ached as you wished Newt would have been here tonight to accompany his brother.

Letting out a long sigh, you rested your chin in your hand and closed your eyes. The wind blew gently and you let your mind wander back to when you were a little girl. Images of your mother danced through your mind and you felt tears begin to threaten to fall.

What you wouldn’t give to have her beside you; to tell you everything would be okay.

“Y-you alright?” A voice broke you from your thoughts and you turned to see the one person you had hoped would appear. There, standing in the moonlight, was Newt Scamander. He wore a simple tux and his curly hair was pushed out of his face revealing his breathtaking sea foam green eyes. His hands were in his pockets and he walked over to you cautiously; afraid he would be over stepping any boundaries.

“Mr. Scamander.” Smiling, you felt a blush creep up on to your cheeks as you felt your thoughts begin to go in a sinful direction. A married woman most surely should not be thinking what you were. “It’s wonderful to see you again. I saw your brother, Theseus. He’s at the table with my husband. I was wondering if you’d be here once I saw him.”

Nodding, Newt rocked back on his heels as he kept his gaze down, looking up at you every few seconds. “I’m not one for huge gatherings…” He answered. “He sort of drags me along to these things. Says it’ll help me with my career.”

“I’m not a huge fan of these either. I much rather a quiet evening at home with a book and a warm cup of tea.”

Newt felt his heart race in his chest as he looked at you; a perfect image. The color of your dress and the way it fit you so perfectly drove him mad. He knew it was wrong to think such things about a married woman but he couldn’t help himself. He had never seen a more beautiful person in all his life.

Debating whether or not to come closer, Newt scratched the back of his neck before inching towards you a bit. As he got closer you caught a glimpse of a tiny leaf poking out of his jacket breast pocket. Reaching out to remove it you jumped when a tiny chirp emitted from it and two leafy hands appeared, grabbing your finger.

“Ah!” You jumped back, your hands grabbing the cement railing as your other clasped over your heart. Newt reached over to his pocket, his hand held out as a tiny twig like figure crawled out and on to the back of his hand.

“Terribly sorry about that,” He let out a chuckle. “Pickett? What did I say? You could come but only if you stay in my pocket.”

You stood there perplexed as you watched him talk softly to the tiny creature. It crossed it’s tiny arms in protest as it spun around to avoid Newt’s eyes.

“Pickett…”

“W-what is it?”

Newt’s eyes locked with yours and he smiled. Without knowing it, you had moved closer towards him. The amazement and wonder in your eyes was breathtaking to the wizard and he moved his hand out to help you get a better look.

“This is Pickett. He’s my bowtruckle. He insists on going everywhere with me.” He lowered his voice before continuing, an amused smile on his face, “I think he has some attachment issues.”

Wide eyed, you watched as the tiny creature looked up at you, eyeing you suspiciously. You let out a giggle. You had never seen a bowtruckle this close up before.

“He’s absolutely adorable!”

“W-would you like to hold him?”

Nodding, you watched as his hand gentle took a hold of yours. The warm feel of his touch caused a shiver to run down your spine. In all the years Nathaniel touched you, it never made you feel like this.

Newt placed Pickett on to the back of your hand and watched, a smile on his freckled face, as you stared at the creature in amazement. It’s tiny leafy tendrils relaxed and you chuckled as it looked up at you, studying your face. He seemed to trust you and as you brought him closer up he tickled your nose.

“Now, Pickett…” Newt smiled as he watched the two of you bond. His heart felt as though it were beating out of his chest. The way your eyes sparkled and how your grin widened with each passing second made the wizard weak in the knees.

“He’s wonderful, Newt.” Handing the creature back, you watched as it slipped back in to his pocket.

“There’s more from where he came from.” He replied, smiling as his eyes met yours again.

More? There were more? You suddenly felt a surge of excitement course through your body as you felt the adventurous side of you grow more excited.

“You mean…” Pausing, you eyes him quizzically, “there’s more creatures like him that you have?”

Newt pondered his answer for a moment in his head. Was it appropriate to tell you that yes, indeed, he did have more… lots more.

“Y-yes….”

It was as if a child was standing before him and she gazed in amazement as you jumped slightly, excitement coursing through your veins and fighting to burst out in likes of a firework show.

“Could I… could I see it sometime?” Perhaps your question wasn’t appropriate and you instantly feared you had crossed a line. In no way would Nathaniel ever let you go near magical creatures. Let alone spend time with another man…

Elated that you had asked, Newt nodded and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the familiar voice of your husband.

“There you are, darling.” Sauntering on over to you, Nathaniel snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you in close to his side. He seemed rather tense as he then turned to face Newt. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Scamander.” His tone was insincere, anyone could pick up on that.

Newt’s face turned red and he returned the greeting in a much quieter tone. It was evident he was beyond intimidated by your husband.

“Darling,” Nathaniel turned back to you, ignoring Newt’s presence completely now. “I have some people I wanted to introduce you to. If you don’t mind, Mr. Scamander.”

“No… not at all.”

“Splendid.” Placing a possessive kiss to your lips, Nathaniel began leading you back in to the house, his grip on you tightening as you walked past Newt. Your heart sunk in your chest as each step you took brought you back to the world you hated. Newt just watched as you disappeared beyond the crowds of people, his own heart sinking as well.

Neither one of you knew it yet, but something big was about to happen for the two of you. When or where, you didn’t know. But one thing was for certain… it would be life changing.

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someone-im-close-to-fanfic-blog · 7 years

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Chapter 12- Written (Epilogue)

Let’s hear some things from Wilson’s point of view. You might want to keep those tissues with you still, just in case.

Chapter Rating: G

Day 6 of...

Spring #7, if memory serves

1926

Been a while since I finally got the chance to sit on my ass and write something. It's a welcome break from all the building and cleaning and harvesting we've done around here lately. Wendy’s knee has headed just fine, but there's a large and very noticeable scar just underneath the patella that she's a bit self-conscious of. Wigfrid and Webber are always trying to build up her confidence about it, though, so I'm sure she'll be fine with it soon enough. She’s quite adorable about it, to be honest. I didn’t think much of raising children before, but I’m having second thoughts about that now thanks to Willow. Wendy and Webber are like everybody’s children around here, and as far as I know their only problem with it is that they’re unsure of who to call ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’.

Winter was actually surprisingly mild for us. I'm sure we all know who to thank for that. Everyone was quite depressed during the most of the season, but they’ve recovered since then. Not fully, but we’re all making progress. Now it's spring, as stated at the beginning of this entry, and so far, we’re thriving. I'm a bit worried, actually, since we haven't received any attacks from the hounds just yet. We usually get one around this time. Maybe I've just miscounted the days. That, and for some reason Charlie never came back as a human into this world. While I’m feeling a bit suspicious about that, words can’t describe how happy I am that she’s gone and that we’ll never have to deal with her again. Hoorah!

Our crops are doing just fine. The bees are starting to produce honey but we can't go anywhere near them because they'll poke us full of holes and bee poison if we do. Oh well. Honey isn't a priority right now anyway. What IS, however, is monitoring the world closely to see what other changes Willow may add to it soon. At least, that's MY biggest priority. Everyone else is still trying to get used to the fact that she's gone in the first place, and on top of old Wickerbottom’s death, too. Can one blame them for missing her? Absolutely not. She was a treasure to us all, myself and Wigfrid especially. Wigfrid especially has had difficulty adjusting to her absence. Before these past two weeks, I had never heard her cry before. It’s not something I want to hear again. It’s quite heartbreaking to listen to someone you’re friends with cry over something you know you can’t fix. Poor Winnie. The good news is, she and Maxwell are on better terms now. They apologized to one another for the little incident that went down between them when we found Wickerbottom’s body and how they approached it. Wigfrid is actually fairly accepting of Maxwell and I now, so I suppose that’s a good thing, too.

By the way, Maxwell made the strangest discovery. The morning after we confessed to one another about how we felt, he found a note in his tent that said ‘Hey-- take good care of my brother for me, okay? -W’. Oh, Willow. We didn’t deserve her. I will admit, though, I’m a bit embarrassed at the idea that she saw us getting intimate out there.

That note isn’t the only thing we’ve gotten from her thus far, actually. Near the end of the winter, Wes had a horrible mishap with some beefalo in heat that had somehow wandered close to the base. Wigfrid brought him in to clean him up, but his wounds were pretty severe, and we were dangerously low on disinfectant. He developed an infection and passed away within a few days. It wasn’t pretty. We were devastated, Woodie especially, until we found some things outside the base the next morning. They looked...I don’t know how to describe them. They looked vaguely like a person’s heart with ropes tied around them, as if to hold them together. They came with a note detailing how to use them, and long story short, we brought Wes back with one. That’s one moment I don’t think I’m ever going to forget. That, and one of the kids mentioned bringing back Wickerbottom with one of the spares. Let’s just say trying to dig up that body wasn’t our brightest idea. I moved the last shovelful of dirt, looked down to see just how far I’d gotten, and promptly turned my head to the side to vomit. Luckily neither Wendy nor Webber saw what I did, or they would have been horribly, horribly scarred. I should have kept in mind that decomposer bacterium existed here as well as in our old reality.

I suppose if I’m to continue writing, I’ll write about something more positive. Maxwell and I have gotten closer since that night. I’m not really sure how else to refer to it. He’s a lot more shy about romantic things than I thought he’d be. It’s actually kind of cute, I’m not going to lie. I just hope he doesn’t find this paper detailing my feelings. Otherwise I may die of embarrassment. We’ve spent a lot more time together since then, but we haven’t told the others explicitly that we’re together. Honestly, I’m not even sure that’s what we consider ourselves to be. I don’t know that much about same-sex relationships, other than the fact that they’re common in nature and that the animal with the highest rate of homosexuality is the bat. If only the world I knew before this one was more accepting of such things. Maybe then I’d have more knowledge of how to go about being in love with someone of the same sex. I’m sure the others can tell we’re together, though, and they’re fine with it. If they’re not, no one’s said anything. No one seems to have a problem with Wes and Woodie’s blatant flirting on a daily basis, so I have no idea why they wouldn’t be alright with something more low-key. Besides, we’re happy. If that’s the case, then there probably isn’t anything wrong with our love.

To be honest, it feels weird calling it that. I don’t know why. I guess it’s just because when I say I love someone, I’m not used to saying it to mean that I love them romantically. I usually just say it to mean more like my brotherly affection towards Willow, or the parental affection I have for Wendy and Webber. Looks like this new relationship is yet another thing for me to get used to. That’s not a bad thing, of course. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now.

One more thing before I finally put my pen down. All this time I’ve spent with these people has made me realize something. Before I came here, the only thing that was important to me was my experiments and becoming one of the smartest people alive. (Keep in mind, I was trying to steer my focus away from my family since I hated my parents and thought my sister was dead.) I was morbidly self-obsessed, and that’s probably one of my biggest crimes. However, these people have taught me to become more… I suppose the word is compassionate, more aware of the needs and wants of others. While I’m still incapable of interpreting some feelings and emotions, and may not be the best all-around at interacting one-on-one or paying attention, I think I’ve become better with socializing with these people. The knowledge that I can do this brings me great happiness. Before now it was so hard to feel like others actually liked me, but here there’s a feeling of mutual acceptance for one another in the air, and it feels wonderful.

Being here has made me realize the importance of being close to someone. If I hadn’t come here, then I honestly don’t think I ever would have met people who cared for me better than I’ve cared for me, and that would have been really different than what I’ve got now. I would have never met Wendy and Webber, my wonderful children whom I wouldn’t trade for the world. I would have never met Wes, the kind mime who doesn’t need words to be a good man. I would never have met Wigfrid, the wonderfully talented and strong stage actress who can take on any role flawlessly and loved my little sister with a heart of gold. I would have certainly never met Maxwell, the man I’ve learned to love despite our several disagreements over the years. Wickerbottom, Woodie, and Wolfgang have all influenced me as well, and even though I don’t interact with them much (especially Wickerbottom for obvious reasons), I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them.

Point being, I think these long years of living with these people has taught me that you need to have an anchor of some sort to get through the worst times of your life, and that other people are sometimes one of the best forms of anchor that you can get. That’s probably some of the most useful information I have in my head right now, and I think that if anyone were to find this paper somehow and read it then I would want them to remember that single piece of information.

At present, Maxwell and I are underneath a birchnut tree together and he is asleep. Wigfrid and Wes are playing with the children in the garden. Wes has made them all flower garlands and it’s probably the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages. Just to the left of them, Woodie and Wolfgang are casually conversing with one another. It’s a wonderful and peaceful sight to behold, and I can only wish that it would last forever.

Nowadays, I think that if someone were to come up to me today, tomorrow, a week or even a century from now and ask “Wilson, who’s someone that you’re close to?”, all I would have to do is show them this wonderful bunch of people I’ve grown to love like family, the children, and my sweet baby sister, and that person would have their answer.

The End

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But it’s the only thing that I can call my own.

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Titus Andronicus, Growing Up and The Last Stand of Maxwell’s

I’m never one to rag on my fellow music writers, but one of my least favorite pieces of all time has always been Pitchfork’s review of Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks’ Wig Out at Jagbags, written by Mike Powell. It’s not even the writing I don’t like, most of that’s perfectly fine. It’s just one particular passage.

This (the fact that Malkmus has released more music as a solo artist than he has with his former band, Pavement), might surprise people like me, who given a few beers and a tolerant audience will still lapse into vague, sentimental reminiscences about seeing Pavement in late 1999, a few weeks before Malkmus got onstage in Brixton with handcuffs around his mic stand, telling the audience—in a rare moment of disclosure—that the cuffs were a symbol.

God help me, I’ve always thought, if I ever start waxing nostalgic about seeing a bunch of my axe-wielding heroes in the days o’ my youth like that for any particular length of time to a decent-sized audience.

And yet here I am, primed to regale you poor souls with the tale of my final (to date) outing to a Titus Andronicus concert. For the purposes of full disclosure, the show in question, the first night of the band’s final three-night stand at the legendary (may it rest in peace) Hoboken, NJ indie venue, Maxwell’s, has little if any significance in the history of the band. It had everything to do though, with my relationship with them, and my own coming of age.

Maxwell’s, for those who never had the pleasure, was a bastion of indie rock for 35 years, hosting boundary pushers like Yo La Tengo, Sonic Youth and The Feelies (and god knows how many others) when no one else would. When I first saw a show there, a week shy of my 15th birthday, I had never seen a venue with so little separation between stage and audience. It was the first venue my friends and I were allowed to travel to without parental supervision, a remarkable place where I took in intimate performances not just by Titus, but Atlas Sound, Real Estate and Spook Houses.

In June 2013, my friends and I were in the midst of our final days of high school, and all of the excitement, drama and ridiculousness – every bit of which seemed like such a big deal at the time – that comes with them. We had just seen Titus at Maxwell’s the previous December, and though the band played a furious set as always, we had been knocked around like tennis balls the entire evening. Lacking an appetite for another set of beer-stained bruises, we initially greeted the surprising announcement of a Titus three-night stand at Maxwell’s the following month with a collective shrug. Local Business had lacked staying power, and with college on the horizon, my friends and I felt little desire to get pummeled in order to scream a little more about Bergen County and New Jersey. Hadn’t we done enough of that already?

But then we discovered why the band had announced this seemingly random set of shows. The owner of Maxwell’s felt that the venue as it stood was unsustainable, and decided to close up shop at the end of July. Just as we ourselves were finally leaving New Jersey, its greatest venue, one where we had shared so many memories, was shutting its doors. We sure as hell weren’t going to say goodbye to it with any other band.

Though their three-night stand was relegated to the middle of the venue’s final month, only a band with as much self-awareness as Titus could’ve given it the goodbye it really deserved. That show, the first night of the band’s final three-night stand, was truly one for the ages; the sort of “you had to be there, man” show that seems to only appear in reverential tales, told years later.

The setlist was nothing short of a dream. Opening with Local Business’ three best tracks (“In A Big City,” “Upon Viewing…,” and “Still Life With Hot Deuce on Silver Platter”), the band played all three (!!) “No Future”s, and the entire second half of The Monitor in order. We didn’t have to hear Stickles tell us that he was dragging himself through “Theme From ‘Cheers’” for the final time to know that we were witnessing something remarkable; a heartfelt, simultaneous farewell to the soundtrack and the clubhouse of our youth.

The front of the venue, during the biggest choruses of the night, became a disorienting storm of bodies. With the air of conclusiveness that everything that night had though, I figured that for every push I took I’d give one right back. Even then I could sense that finality. Maxwell’s, Titus, high school, moshing: it was all going to fade quickly into the rearview mirror after that night, so I figured I might as well not let anyone prevent me from soaking in every last second of it.

Eventually it came down to “Titus Andronicus,” the inevitable finale. Roadies had to sprint onstage mid-song to remove the band’s pedalboards, for fear of their destruction. A videographer who had been braving the crowds to document the show wasn’t even on his feet anymore, having been sent crowdsurfing. Stickles was shirtless, tearing his vocal chords to shreds centerstage. And in a strange twist of fate, as he bent down over the throngs, I ended up right in front of him.

Everyone wanted a piece of Stickles, who eventually joined us on the floor, trying to get as close to the great frontman as possible. Being as close to him as I was, I got it from all directions, slamming unwittingly into him over and over again as everyone tried to use me as a projectile to move him somehow closer to themselves. Used to this as he was, Stickles was unfazed, but, after I got thrown into him for the umpteenth time, he fixed his intense gaze directly at me.

I had talked to Stickles before, having bought my Titus shirt directly from him at the merch table a year earlier. I had shaken his hand after every show. But still, as his gaze met mine in the middle of that hurricane, I was horrified, preparing to mouth a nervous but emphatic apology.

Before I could do that though, he reached out and grabbed me. Turning me towards the crowd, and putting his arm around me, he moved over a little to give me some space on the mic with him. For the 5 seconds or so that this was the case, I was too stunned to do much other than incoherently scream the lyrics I knew by heart, even then being sure not to drown out his voice. And a minute or so later, the show was over.

Slowly, Stickles made his way down from the stage, shaking a few hands here and there, clearly exhausted. I reached out myself for a handshake, but when he saw me, he instead gave me a hug, the only one I saw him to give anyone.

In a daze, I walked out of Maxwell’s for the final time. My idol and I, both celebrating the life of a venue that had helped form our identities and memories, had shared an improbable moment. Where do you, as a fan, go from there? I didn’t know then. I still don’t know now.

Thanks again for reading! I’ll finish up tomorrow with The Most Lamentable Tragedy.

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Australia vs England stay rating over 2nd Semi Remaining ODI 46 50 updates

http://tinyurl.com/y37tqusu The goal will not be a giant one and you’d fancy England to chase this down. We did see a reasonable goal be defended yesterday. Australia do have the bowling however can they achieve this? Who will New Zealand face within the finals? Keep tuned to seek out out. Jofra Archer is up for an interview. He tells that each sport they’ve performed for the final three video games was like a semi finals. Tells Maxwell wicket was his favourite as Maxwell had took his wicket within the huge bash. Credit Smith for the way in which he batted. On the pitch, Archer says it was nipping greater than it was swinging and so they have been concentrating on bowling it full. On being requested if he expects to bat, Jofra smiles and says hopefully not. The England bowling was wonderful at the moment! They have been proper on the cash from the phrase go. Woakes and Archer have been good with the brand new balls. Rashid was good within the center overs. Wooden and Plunkett bowled effectively in bits and items. All-in-all they’d be more than happy with their work at the moment. Everyone reckoned that is going to be a flat observe and one which might be good for the batters however that was to not be. The England bowlers not solely bought the ball to maneuver early on but additionally bought some additional bounce. The brand new ball bowlers made use of that and blew away the highest order. Smith and Carey, who was promoted up the order, then steadied issues with a 103-run stand. Carey then seemed to step on the gasoline however fell as quickly as he tried to take action. Stoinis and Maxwell did not make any impression. Smith was preventing a lone battle on the market and it appeared Australia would wrestle to get previous 200. Starc nonetheless, performed with a number of duty, hung on the market with Smith and the 2 added an important 50-run stand. Nevertheless, wickets in clumps have been the issue for Australia and that’s what occurred on the finish. They misplaced Smith and Starc on consecutive balls and the final wicket additionally couldn’t add lots. Nonetheless that partnership between Smith and Starc has given some respectability to the rating. A prime, prime bowling efficiency by England! Their bowlers have been spot on on this huge event. Eoin Morgan couldn’t have requested for something higher after being requested to discipline first. They are going to certainly be the happier facet heading into the break. 48.6 overs (Zero Run) OUT! Bowled! That is the tip of the Australian innings. They don’t bat their full quota of 50 overs. Wooden steams in and bowls a full, straight and pacy yorker on off, Behrenndorff can not get his bat down in time and the ball goes on to hit the stumps. Finish of a superb bowling efficiency from England. AUSTRALIA BOWLED OUT FOR 223. 48.5 overs (1 Run) Full toss on off, Lyon squeezes it to sweeper cowl and will get only a run. All these ones and twos would possibly show to be the distinction. 48.four overs (2 Runs) Size ball on off and center, Lyon raises his entrance leg up and pulls it to sq. leg for a pair. 48.three overs (1 Run) Good size ball round off, Behrendorff guides it down to 3rd man for one. 48.2 overs (1 Run) Shorter in size and on the physique, Lyon appears to tug however will get an inside edge onto the physique. The ball rolls on the off facet and the batters take one. 48.1 overs (Zero Run) Play and a miss! That is outdoors off, Lyon appears to information it down to 3rd man however misses. 47.6 overs (Zero Run) As soon as once more it’s near the stumps, Jason does rather well to dam it. Finish of one other incredible Woakes over. Only one run and a pair of wickets off it. 47.5 overs (Zero Run) On the stumps, Behrendorff defends it off the entrance foot. 47.four overs (1 Run) Direct hit and it might have been curtains on this innings. Size ball round off, Lyon strokes it to the left of level and goes for a fast single. Archer will get to the ball rapidly however mises his shy at keeper’s finish. 47.three overs (Zero Run) Good size ball on off, Lyon does effectively to defend it. Nathan Lyon is the final man in! 47.2 overs (Zero Run) OUT! Caught! As soon as once more two wickets fall in fast succession. Good size ball outdoors off, Starc swings his bat at it with little to no foot motion. He will get a thick outdoors edge on it which works straight into the mitts of Buttler. At one level when Starc and Smith have been going alongside, it seemed like they might attain 230-240 however now 225 appears tough. Jason Behrendorff is the brand new man in! 47.1 overs (Zero Run) OUT! Run Out! Finish of a superb, good innings right here from Steve Smith. Again of a size ball on the pads, Smith appears to flick however will get hit on the pads. The ball goes to the left of Buttler behind. Starc appears for a single and Smith goes with it. Buttler removes his glove and scores a direct hit on the bowler’s finish. The umpire takes it upstairs and replays discover Smith to be wanting his crease. Finish of an incredible knock from Smith. He has taken his facet to a preventing complete right here. A direct hit and England really feel they have Smith. He too is strolling off. The umpire although has taken it upstairs. 46.6 overs (1 Run) Again of a size ball on off, Smith pulls it in direction of sq. leg and will get a single. He’ll hold the strike. 46.5 overs (1 Run) Within the air…however protected! Brief ball on center and off, Starc goes for the massive pull however will get a prime edge on it. Fortunately the ball falls brief and vast of high quality leg so a single is taken which additionally brings up the 50-run stand. Very important stand this for Australia. 46.four overs (Zero Run) On center and leg, Starc strokes it to mid on and shouts a loud no. 46.three overs (2 Runs) Properly fielded by Plunkett! Size ball on off and center, Starc flicks it via backward sq. leg. Plunkett runs to his left and saves the ball earlier than the fence with a dive. Saves two runs for his facet. 46.2 overs (2 Runs) Good size ball on off, Starc flicks it to the left of deep mid-wicket. He appears for 2 and goes for it. The throw on the keeper’s finish is a poor one in order that they get it with ease. 46.1 overs (1 Run) OHH! Full on off and center, Smith strikes throughout and appears to flick. Fortunately he will get an inside edge onto his pads. The ball rolls to the leg facet and so they take a run. Mark Wooden is again on! His figures thus far are 7-0-33-1. 45.6 overs (1 Run) NOT OUT! It’s clipping the highest of center so it stays umpire’s name! Woakes lands this round off and will get it to jag again in. Smith appears to flick however misses to get hit across the knee position. An enchantment however the umpire shakes his head. The ball rolls on the off facet and the batters take one. England assessment however replays present that the on-field name stays. A leg bye is signaled by the umpire ultimately. An enormous enchantment for an LBW has been turned down! Smith is the person in query as England have reviewed. Seems to be shut. Massive second within the sport. 45.5 overs (1 Run) This time pulls it properly via sq. leg and takes one. 45.four overs (Zero Run) Shorter and out of doors off, it’s the slower one. Starc is a bit early within the pull and finally ends up toe-ending it to mid off. 45.three overs (Zero Run) Assaults the stumps and Starc retains it out. 45.2 overs (1 Run) That stays low! Shorter and round off, Smith initially appears to tug however the ball doesn’t bounce. He does effectively to get his bat down and hit it via sq. leg for one. 45.1 overs (1 Run) Good size and on off, Starc guides it in direction of level for one. Match Reviews England vs Australia Live Score, Over 1 to 5 Latest Cricket Score, Updates England vs Australia Live Score, Over 6 to 10 Latest Cricket Score, Updates Australia vs England Live Score, Over 11 to 15 Latest Cricket Score, Updates Australia vs England Live Score, Over 16 to 20 Latest Cricket Score, Updates England vs Australia Live Score, Over 21 to 25 Latest Cricket Score, Updates Australia vs England Live Score, Over 26 to 30 Latest Cricket Score, Updates England vs Australia Live Score, Over 31 to 35 Latest Cricket Score, Updates England vs Australia Live Score, Over 36 to 40 Latest Cricket Score, Updates Australia vs England Live Score, Over 41 to 45 Latest Cricket Score, Updates Source link

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