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Old Haunts (Complete)

The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham (Prequel WIP 1/9)

The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham Moodboard

Old Haunts Mood Board 1

Old Haunts Mood Board 2

Older Olivia Mood Board

Older Maggie Mood Board

Munson Girls Mood Boards

Old Haunts Casting

Old Haunts Casting: Matt

Old Haunts Appendix/Timeline

Old Haunts Playlist

Future Stories Planned in the Old Haunts Universe

‘The Munson Sisters’ (art @harritudur)

Eddie and Maggie at the Airport (edit by @harritudur)

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks (edit by @cunninghamchrissie)

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks 2

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks 3

Eddie’s Old Haunts Looks

Old Haunts Settings/Interiors

Eddie and Chrissy’s Wedding Rings

📌 My HellCheer Pinterest

🪺 My Twitter

Jealousy Snippet

Mother’s Day Snippet

Sneak Peaks/Father’s Day

Honeymoon Baby Snippet

Waiting Six Weeks Snippet

Livvy’s Baby Snippet 1

Livvy’s (And Mama’s) Baby Snippet 2

Baby Maggie Snippet

Teen Maggie Snippet

Teen Maggie Snippet 2

Teen Maggie Snippet 3

Trimmings Pt 1

Trimmings P2 (ao3)

New Years 1990 (4/4 Complete)

Valentine’s Day 1990 (2/2 Complete)

VD1990 Moodboard

Isn’t She Lovely (Ask Box/Old Haunts Shorts)

🎄 Hellcheer Xmas (Old Haunts Universe):

Day 1: Candy Cane

Day 2: Santa Hat

Day 3: Chimney

Day 4: Mistletoe

Day 5: Snowman

Day 6: Family

Day 7: Gift Exchange

Day 8: Decorations

Day 9: Christmas Films

Day 10: Scarf

Day 11: Bells

Day 12: Miracles

Day 13: Christmas Card

Day 14: Cookies

Day 15: Hot Chocolate

Day 16: Traditions

Day 17: Angels

Day 18: Cold Hands

Day 19: Naught or Nice

Day 20: Gift Wrapping

Day 21: Hugs

Day 22: Christmas Dinner

Day 23: Surprises

Day 24: Ice Castles

Day 25: She Walks in Starlight

✍🏻 Other Stories:

The Demons We’re Made Of (9/9 Complete)

Demons Playlist

Demons Mood Board

Vecna’s Bride (4/20 WIP)

Vecna’s Bride Playlist

Vecna’s Bride Mood Board

💭 Ideas/Concepts/Future WIPs:

Hellcheer AU Week Mood Boards

Being Human AU Snippet 1

Being Human AU Snippet 2

Six Sentence Sunday

Hades and Persephone Snippet (#hellcheerauweek)

Role Reversal Snippet (#hellcheerauweek)

Role Reversal AU Concept p1

Role Reversal AU Concept p2

Soulmates AU Concept

Anastasia AU Snippet

Anastasia AU Concept

Royalty AU Concept

Count of Monte Cristo AU Concept 1

Count of Monte Cristo AU Concept 2

Hunger Games AU Concept

Recovery AU Concept

Once the most accomplished and coveted debutante in London; renowned for her beauty and grace, even in the halls of the royal household, engaged to the sole heir of one of the wealthiest families in the county; Edward would not have been permitted to stand within six feet of the lovely Miss Conyngham not more than two years ago.

Now he was here to wed her that very afternoon and bring her home to the crumbling ruin of his estate back in Durham tomorrow morn.

For a great and mysterious misfortune had befallen the Conynghams’ only daughter a little over a year prior, rendering the celebrated young lady to nothing but a reclusive ghost to the rest of the nobility. Her family had quickly spirited her away to their ancestral country home, keeping her well hidden from all her former friends and suitors.

It wasn’t long after her departure from London that her auspicious engagement to Lord Jacob Carnegie, the Fourth Earl of Farhaven, came to an abrupt end, severing the last of her and her family’s ties to polite society.

The rumors, of course, were elaborate, if not sensational. Some people even believed the girl had actually been murdered, attacked by thieves and left for dead on the side of the road. Most guessed she had run off with a lowly foot soldier, forsaking her virtue in a torrid affair and had fallen pregnant.

It wasn’t until Edward’s uncle had written Lord Conyngham with his preposition that a brief explanation was given for the girl’s disappearance and fall from grace.

It was divulged with the request of the utmost discretion that Christina and her lady’s maid had both been abducted on a return journey to London from visiting the Calvert family.

A notorious fugitive known as Creel had attacked and killed their driver and footman, taking the young women and keeping them captive for nearly eight months in his family’s abandoned manor house before they were finally found and liberated by the Sheriff’s men.

Creel’s trial was ongoing, but there was no doubt he would hang before the first frost of winter.

Lord Conyngham did not know what tortures befell his daughter aside from what little her lady’s maid shared with him, for Christina had not uttered a single word since her deliverance and return.

Her parents had called upon the finest doctors in London and Derbyshire, but not one could find a reason for the girl’s sudden silence. There were no signs of harm done to her throat or tongue, nor any damage to her head.

She could still communicate perfectly fine through her writing and drawings. Her father brought in books to instruct her and the servants how to sign with her fingers through gestures and expressions which she picked up quickly.

Unfortunately, her silence was not the only thing she suffered from. Since her return she suffered from fevers and fainting spells, sleep walking and having a handful of hysteric episodes from experiencing relentless night terrors.

Her father warned them before their arrival that she was no longer the same beautiful and witty young lady who had once charmed all the young knaves in the countryside… She had become a frail shell of herself, reserved and meloncholly… some might even say mad.

But that was no matter to Edward’s uncle. There was nothing wrong with the girl’s title or dowry, and that was what was needed for the survival of Blackthorn Hall and all the tenant farms who toiled their land.

His uncle had managed best he could after Edward’s father had squandered both their inheritance and brought endless scandal to the family name, but the money was now all but gone and there was nothing left for them to do but align themselves with a prosperous noble family.

Edward had to marry and produce an heir or all would be lost.

As wicked as it was to say, the Congyhams’ demise would be their salvation.

“We’ve trapped this poor girl,” Edward had whispered on the carriage ride over.

“Well, her father assured me that she agreed to this,” his uncle had told him as he stuffed his pipe. “Despite her mother’s disapproval to the match.”

Still, she had little choice in the matter. She and Edward were doomed to be locked in the same cage together it seemed.

How disappointing he would be to someone who once held the world in her hand.

At his short nod of approval, the footman opened the doors of the library for him, announcing his presence to the young lady who was already standing, perusing the shelves.

Lady Christina jumped a little at his entrance, despite having been waiting for him. Perhaps he had stalled at the threshold longer than he thought he had.

She glanced up from her books and Edward went still, taken aback by her beauty, her otherworldliness.

They both just stood there, staring in silence for so long, Christina’s lady’s maid cleared her throat, waking them from whatever spell that had been cast over them.

Edward remembered himself just as Christina curtsied low and demure.

“Forgive me,” he said softly. “I did not mean to startle you.”

Christina shook her head gracefully, the gold ringlets of her hair bouncing about her as if to say Not at all.

Edward opened his mouth to speak, to tell her of all the things that had been on his mind during his journey, at the door just now, for he knew the lady could not say anything in greeting.

His Uncle Warren could attest that he was never one for lack of something to say, but for the life of him, he could not even form a single syllable for both their sakes.

God above, she was so lovely, despite her obvious fragility, like something out of one of his novels.

Some tortured heroine, Ophelia or Guenivere come to life. Her wispy hair was spun of fire and gold, her thin figure poised and sinewy; her face pale, but so, so queenly and delicate. He could imagine it would feel as soft of dove feathers to caress her.

But it was her eyes that held him captive, for they were the very hour of midnight, dark and haunting, filled with ghosts.

Christina’s pouting lips parted, exchanging a glance with the ruby-haired maid who stood a few paces to the left of her.

The maid only shrugged her shoulders, looking as if she had already decided that Edward was a fool.

Then the lady began to move her fingers. The motions were so artful that Edward found himself bewitched by their dance. It was like she was sewing a gown or painting a picture, crafting words into thin air.

The maid nodded to her mistress before lancing her sharp, icy gaze back to Edward. “She says she hopes you’ve not had a difficult journey, sir.”

He glanced between the two women and valiantly tried to wedge his heart out of his throat to answer. “Y-yes! No! I uh mean, it was, it was a rather uneventful trip, if not a little grey and a few thunderstorms in our path…”

He chuckled awkwardly. What in God’s name was wrong with him? Had he never spoken to a woman before? He had, of course, but never one that could not answer him back, and certainly never one that was going to be his wife.

He bowed his head toward her reverently. “But very much worth it…if I may.”

Their eyes met once more and he felt his heart settle back in his chest, amazed and a little delirious that such a beautiful and enchanting creature was real, that she was to be his.

Christina gave him an amiable little smile, her face blooming becomingly with a bit of color.

He had the inane urge to embrace her, to pick her up and spin her around the room. But then he would surely frighten her, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“I was wondering,” he began, taking a careful step forward, reaching out a hand to her. “If we could have a moment alone together.”

Christina’s maid did not take to that idea at all. Seizing up as if ready to challenge Edward to a brawl, she drew close to her mistress, taking her arm rather intimately into hers as if she were a bosom companion rather than a servant.

Edward was certain that this was the maid who had been held captive alongside Christina. Her wintery eyes held the same horrors and were bruised by the same sleepless nights.

Regardless, there was a ferocity in the girl that burned protectively for her mistress. “Lady Norwood would not approve, sir.”

Edward had only been acquainted with Lady Norwood for about an hour, but even he could attest that she was a cruel and rotten creature. He found he had very little care about her approval.