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Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 29: Unravelling fast, itâs true
Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, â¨sexy maths⨠(reportedly), and one trans angel
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Chapter 29 summary: Fell gets back home. Crowley calls in sick, which in itself is cause for worry.
Rating: Chapter rated M for heavy topics. Fic rated E for skippable smut.
Warnings: Chapter has several warnings, including heavy drinking/alcoholism, depressive spirals, SH and (arguably) SI - please see chapter notes, and take care of yourself.
Excerpt:
There is a particular flavour of guilt that a certain type of person might get from avoiding facing something initially only mildly uncomfortable â playing truant from a class you normally enjoy, for example; then, not knowing how to apologise to a teacher you respect, skipping the next class as well, and the next, and the next â itâs a guilt which is liable to make itself worse by tricking one into evading the very answer to the problem, until the problem has grown large enough that the original solution â the simple apology â is no longer sufficient. At that point, a certain type of person may begin to convince themselves that the slighted party â the teacher, in our example â wouldnât want their excuses, anyway.
Anthony J. Crowley wasnât familiar with this experience. At all. Nope. He was angry; that was the sum total of it. Guilt and other banalities had nothing to do with leaving Angel on âreadâ (or âunreadâ), nor did the fact that anger had always been an amazing duct tape to cover more unpleasant emotions.
He made a few more pit stops on the way.
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Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sun/Reader, moon/reader
Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glamrock Chica (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Additional Tags: MerMay, MerMay 2023, Mermaids, Your sister is pure evil, Angst
Summary:
You're researching tidepools and shallow ocean water for your thesis. And you stumble upon a creature you've never seen before. Turns out there's two, and they're obsessed with you.
His hands are cold and the wind is bitter. And so the touch on his cheek, when it comes, feels more like the brush of a snowflake, cold against cold in a cold world.
âC-cas.â The voice is lost. Lost and lonely, like the wind. âC-cas.â
Thereâs another touch, higher, unsticking hair from his damp forehead. Castiel gulps, draws in a shuddering breath and lets his hands fall away from his face.
He blinks away his tears. And Dean is there, kneeling in front of him, his face as bleak and grey as the rock. But his hand is outstretched. It falters and falls and Castiel wants it back. He wants it, to clasp between his own, to press against his heart, to press it to the warm place where it rested only this morning, such a short time ago. He wants it more than heâs ever wanted anything in his life. But he wonât take it. He wonât take anything, unless Dean is prepared to give.
âD-dean.â His own voice trembles as much as the omegaâs.
Deanâs face crumples. His mouth makes a shape but nothing comes out. Tears fill his eyes and run in streams down his face. Heâs shaking.
Castiel waits.
Either Dean will come to him or he wonât. This is not Castielâs choice to make. And if, in a moment, Dean gets up of his own accord and makes his way back down the mountain, asking for nothing, giving nothing, then when they reach the cabin Castiel will give him a choice. He can stay, and Castiel will sleep on the floor until he can build a separate bed, or a separate room or even a separate dwelling. Or he can go, and Charlie will give him a new identity. They will be strangers together or strangers apart. One of those options would be torture and the other would be the deepest grief, but Castiel would endure both of those things for Dean.
He waits.
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PAIN
The main house had not changed, it was all the same, with the same servants, the same walls, the same decoration. And the same angry look from his sister-in-law, that didn't change, and Sasuke hoped it would soon change, since Sakura would return to be with him. He headed with a pain in his chest towards the door of his father's office.
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Rumors have a way of reframing the way you look at a person. Whether theyâre true or not, they can make you question everything youâve ever known about them. Rumors invite the imagination to get creative. And while often harmless, rumors could also bite.Â
The students of the School for Good and Evil were rising heroes and villains waiting for their own epic tales to be written. But at the end of the day, they were still, at their core, children. And as children are prone to doâŚthey gossip. That was how Professor Clarissa Dovey found herself in quite the predicament one spring morning.Â
The sun glittered merrily outside, melting the last vestiges of the winterâs snow on the lawn. The bright rays through the window caught the crystal gem hanging against the glass and reflected colorful rainbows across the room. The dance of colors was truly beautiful and brought a wistful smile to her face.Â
A tentative knock sounded against the office door, drawing Clarissa out of her wandering thoughts. It was soft enough that she wasnât certain it had happened at all. A second knock followed, just as hesitant as the first.Â
Clarissa rose from behind her desk and opened the office door, peering curiously out into the hall. A small Ever student, one of their youngest around age twelve, shuffled awkwardly in the threshold.Â
âElia, dear!â Dovey said with surprise. âWhat can I help you with?â
The poor child looked up at her with absolute dread etched across her features.Â
âItâs about your wife, maâamâŚâ
âMy wife?â She asked, confusion clear in her voice.Â
âI told them not to do it, but they didnât listen to me.â The girl exclaimed in a hurried rush. âThey took her cane from the chair while she was yelling at Elliot.â
Heat pooled in her cheeks as she understood the implication before being washed away by the concern for her friend.Â
âShe was heading over to the School for Evil, but she didnât look too good, maâam. Snapped at me when I offered to help. I thought she might feel better if it was you.âÂ
âThank you, Elia. You did the right thing.â Dovey hushed. âIf you would please leave a note on my desk with the names of those students, I would be ever so grateful.â
She collected her skirts and started running down the hall.Â
âOh! And Elia... Please, letâs not use spousal terms when referring to the staff. It will be Lady Lesso or Dean Lesso from now on. She gets a bit tetchy about proper titles.â Clarissa called over her shoulder.Â
She would deal with that at a later dateâŚafter she has had the opportunity to speak to Leonora about it.Â
Clarissa made it to the dark castle in record time, despite her heels and cumbersome skirts. The halls were blessedly empty and she only had to navigate two corridors before finding the other woman. Lady Lesso was leaning against the grimy, stone wall in a darkened corner of the alcove. She was holding her thigh in a white-knuckled grasp and, even from this distance, she could see the pain in her posture.Â
âLady Lesso!â Dovey greeted casually as she closed the distance. âFancy meeting you here!â
Upon closer inspection, Lessoâs face appeared unnaturally pale. Beads of sweat clung to her hairline and her hands trembled in her effort to appear composed.Â
âI was just heading to your chambers to find you. I was hoping to get your opinion on a suitable punishment for a set of Ever students who believed that torturing others was great entertainment.â
âOf course.â Lesso grit through bared teeth. âI have several ideas, actually.â
âOh, but my feet are killing me from these heels. Be a dear, and help me the rest of the way?â
Clarissa didnât ask. She linked her arm with Leonoraâs and pulled the taller womanâs weight onto her frame. To anyone else, it would have looked like they were going for another one of their evening strolls. To Lesso, it was an immediate relief to her throbbing leg. They finished the stretch of the corridor and turned into an archway with a spiral staircase heading to the corner tower. Halfway to the top, Leonora pulled away and sat on the stairs with a hiss of pain.Â
âHow can I help you right now?â Clarissa whispered, joining her on the step.Â
Her hands hovered anxiously over Lessoâs bad leg with a lost expression painted on her face.Â
âIâm fine.â Lesso groaned, slapping her hands away. âLetâs just keep moving. Weâre almost there.â
A sharp frown pulled at Clarissaâs lips, but she allowed the avoidance. She stood and offered her arm once more to her struggling friend. Together, they stumbled up the remaining stairs and into Leonoraâs private chambers.Â
âWhat happened?â Clarissa asked her as she collapsed onto the edge of her bed.Â
âOh, I thought that was common knowledge. I trained Cerberus for Hades back in the day as a favor.â Lesso answered blankly.Â
Doveyâs heart constricted at the emptiness in Lessoâs response. She wrinkled her nose and sat gingerly next to her on the bed, trapping Lessoâs hand between her both of her own.Â
âYou donât have to pretend with me, Nora.â She whispered against the tears burning in her eyes.Â
âYes, yes, Iâm fine Dove.â Leonora sighed. âJust wondering the best way to kill some teenagers and manage to keep my job.âÂ
Dovey snorted a laugh and leaned her head onto Lessoâs shoulder. âI may or may not have a list waiting on my desk of the students responsible.âÂ
âLittle shits. Your little Evers were too cowardly to try something face to face, they had to team up while my back was turned!âÂ
âI'm sure itâs the only way anyone at this school could have possibly gotten away with it. I defer all consequences to you, dear.âÂ
âWhen Iâm done with them, theyâll be the ones needing a cane.â Lesso muttered darkly.Â
Dovey pulled away and dipped to the floor, pulling at the laces on Lessoâs stiletto boots. The Dean of Evil quirked a curious eyebrow but said nothing.Â
âYou kind of set yourself up for it, you know.â Clarissa stated matter-of-fact as she tucked the boots neatly under the bed. âYou donât let anyone get close to you and you keep them guessing. Me included! Especially when you spin your fantastical tales about your injury. Theyâre dumb teenagers, Leonora. Iâm not saying what they did was right. Iâm just saying they are testing their boundaries and they have no earthly idea as to what consequences might come of it.â
A pensive pout pulled at Lessoâs lips and Clarissa was overcome with the sudden desire to kiss it away. Shaking the thought away, she quickly stood and fled to the ensuite to retrieve a glass of water and some pain medication, using the opportunity to hide the blush surely forming on her cheeks.Â
âYou know, I heard this fascinating rumor today.â She heard Lesso shout over the sound of the faucet.Â
âWhat did you hear?â Dovey questioned with genuine intrigue as she passed Lesso the pain relief.Â
Clarissa allowed herself to relax on the already rumpled bedspread and propped her head up with her hand, looking at her friend curiously. Leonora set the glass on the nightstand and mirrored her position.Â
âWe look and sound like a couple of teenagers gossiping.â Clarissa giggled.Â
âOh, just you wait, Rissa.â Leonora barked with barely contained laughter.Â
The redhead cleared her throat dramatically and lowered her voice into a stage whisper.Â
âI heard some Ever boys saying some rather salacious comments about the lovely shape ofâŚâ She gestured rudely in the direction of her chest. âAnd then something about being a fairy godmother theyâd like toâŚâ
Clarissaâs offended gasp cut off the rest of Lessoâs statement. A wide and entirely too mirthful grin split across the Evil Deanâs face.Â
âBased on the very descriptive details I overheard, I donât think they were referencing our resident beauty teacher.âÂ
âWhile disgusting and highly inappropriate, thatâs not exactly the definition of a rumor.â Dovey sputtered.Â
The glee in Lessoâs eyes ignited and, if possible, her smile only widened.Â
âOne of your less than chivalrous boys asked how long the rest of them thought we had been dirty dancing for. Elliot, I believe his name was? He had some rather imaginative scenarios as to what we really do during the weekly staff meetings. Should I describe it for you?â
Clarissa choked on her own saliva and said a silent prayer to the Storian to kill her now. Lady Lesso must have seen the mortification plain on her face, as she finally released the uncontrollable laughter she had been holding back.Â
âI will cherish the horror that dawned on their faces the second they saw me behind him for as long as I shall live.â Leonora sighed as her laughter dissipated, wiping the joyful tears from her eyes.Â
Dovey was still recovering from the heat of embarrassment and covered her face with her hands. She couldnât look at her. If she looked at her, it was over. Lesso would be able to see the want and love staring back at her and this farce of being happy with merely friendship would be over.Â
âWell, as a Dean of this hallowed institution, I, of course, could not let this behavior abide. While delivering a verbal reprimand, one of yours thought it would be hilarious to take my cane. And here we are.â Leonora concluded.Â
âWell thank you for defending my honor.â Dovey said with only a hint of sarcasm from behind her fingers.Â
Lesso let quietness settle between them. The stillness was comfortable, but she could feel the unexplained tension rolling off of the Fairy Godmother.Â
âThank you for coming to find me. I know that Ava girl sent for you.â She said quietly.Â
âElia.â Clarissa corrected.Â
âIâm not a liar!â
Clarissa rolled her eyes at Leonoraâs antics and didnât fight the smile pulling at her lips. Lesso gave her a small smile in return, relieved to feel the tension dissipating with her terrible joke.Â
âLeonora, how do you deal with all the rumors?â Dovey asked after a beat.Â
The question was soft in its earnestness. Though quietly spoken, the weight of it seemed to fill the room. Clarissa watched as Leonoraâs eyebrows knitted together in thought. A contemplative hum reverberated in her throat and she rolled herself to her belly. Lesso rested her head in the cradle of her folded arms and studied Clarissa intently.Â
âIt has been my experience that people are going to talk, no matter what you say or do.â She said slowly, choosing her words carefully. âNo amount of threatening or punishment truly makes it stop. They just find other ways to communicate it. I have found that dealing with it, as you say, is more about not letting the things that are said affect me.â
âHow do you do that?â Clarissa probed with genuine interest.Â
âWellâŚâ Lesso drawled. âI canât be surprised or offended by a rumor if Iâm the one creating it. I like to get ahead of the curve. It lets me control the narrative.â
The Fairy Godmother closed her eyes and nodded in a sorrowful understanding.Â
âThatâs why you make up stories about your leg.â
âItâsâŚeasier than having to listen to idiots try to guess about something so outside of what their teeny tiny brains could possibly understand.â
Leonora shrugged her shoulders and pushed herself off the mattress. She held out her hand and helped Clarissa to her feet.Â
âCome on, princess. At this rate, we are going to miss lunch.â
She rummaged through the wardrobe and retrieved the raven-headed cane and opened the door.Â
âAnd we donât need any more of those kinds of rumors going around.â She joked with a flirty wink.Â
Clarissa flushed once more and let loose a nervous laugh. âAbout thatâŚI heard this lovely little rumor from Elia this morningâŚâ
âWho?â Lesso asked with feigned ignorance.Â
Doveyâs expression fell flat and she deadpanned, âAva.â
âOh! Yes! Delightful girl, that one.â Lesso smirked.Â
The pair began their descent down the staircase and into the hall.Â
âHow do you feel about a spring wedding?âÂ
Clarissa felt a broad smirk of her own form as Leonoraâs steps beside her faltered. Maybe she wasnât the only one feeling so affected by the implications of wild gossip.Â
Mend The Heart You Broke (Heal The Wounds You Caused)
By: TalktomeinClexa
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mention of suicidal thoughts
Status: WIP (8/9)
Summary: Clarke and Lexa led the perfect life. Married, two children, a big house, a group of reliable friends. Until Lexa cheated on her wife and the idyllic picture was smashed to bits. Three months later, Clarke is still trying to put the pieces of her heart together when Lexa slowly comes back into her life.
The path to forgiveness will force the artist on a self-introspection journey that won't leave anyone unscathed. But isn't true love worth the fight?
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Chapter 8: Alive
Clarke lifts her arms above her shoulders, stretching until a satisfying pop releases the pressure accumulated on her spine. Her left arm and hand are cramping after yet another day in front of the easel, and she shakes them with a groan. Her watch indicates 11:30Â p.m., meaning she spent almost four hours in the same position. Since she wished the twins good night.
She didnât mean to work so late. The paintings for Kaneâs exhibit are progressing well and should be ready in time; she has no reason to stress about it. But her muse is a capricious being. When she deigns to show up, Clarke usually takes advantage of the sudden inspiration to knock out as much work as possible before it dries out. She will make sure to spend more time with the kids tomorrow. Maybe pick them up from school. Lexa has been doing it every day for a month, much to the staffâs surprise.
To say things have changed at the Griffin-Woods household would be putting it mildly. Clarke can barely remember how alone she used to feel, sipping wine in front of the TV while waiting for her wife to come home. Now, unless sheâs at the supermarket, the park, or visiting Anya, Lexa is home. So much so, in fact, that Clarke worried at first that the brunette was overcompensating and would soon go crazy playing housewife.
But once she broached the topic, Lexa reassured her that she was more than fine with their arrangement. She has years of semi-absence to make up for, and being at home allows her to get slowly back into writing. And the kids couldnât be happier to have both Mommy and Mama at home.
Rubbing her eyes, Clarke heads back to her room, ready to call it a day and hide under her blanket. Thereâs no light under Lexaâs door. The younger woman must be sleeping already. She brought the twins to the park after school and ran after them for an hour. She looked exhausted during dinner and excused herself soon after tucking in Aden and Madi.
Yet, to Clarkeâs surprise, Lexa is in their bedroom. The artist almost shrieks in shock when she spots her before frowning at the sobs that reach her ears. The other woman is sitting on the bed, the nightstand top drawer open next to her. She holds something in her hand while her other is covering her mouth as if trying to contain her emotions.
âLex? Whatâs wrong?â
The brunette jerks around with a gasp, not having heard Clarke enter the room. Her big green eyes are wide, tears rolling down her cheeks, and the sight breaks Clarkeâs heart. After everything they have gone through recently, she thought they were done with tears. Apparently not.
âIâm sorry. I was looking for my other pair of glasses,â Lexa explains.
When the younger woman opens her hand, the blonde has to force herself to stand still. Itâs her engagement ring, the one her wife gave her when she proposed at the end of a romantic escapade. The one she hid in her nightstand along with her wedding band when she couldnât stomach the sight of them or their weight on her finger. She hasnât thought about them much, even though their absence feels stranger recently.
âYou kept it?â
Lexaâs strange question makes her brows tick. What else was she meant to do with it? The brunette never asked for it back. In hindsight, that would probably have marked the end of their marriage. The sign that all hope was lost; that there was nothing left to save.