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CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

ALL THINGS MUST END — ; PART 10 / 10

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 4.7k SUMMARY: You and Theseus awaken in a place that feels all too familiar, uncovering that the truth behind Miriam’s intentions lies within the act of revenge itself. This is a tale of betrayal, love, and hatred, but it's also the story of how you learn to love again. A/N: This is it! I’m so so nervous for yall to read this, but I hope you like it!! I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has been here either from day one or at any time you found this series– thanks for sticking around. WARNINGS: Swearing. Angst. Injuries. Mentions of hurt. Mentions of being burnt (it’s not detailed), Mentions of death. Theseus being a simp (HAHA). No beta as always we die like men. MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Augustus Warden was a tyrant, characterised by his uncaring, manipulative, and violent nature towards anyone who dared to oppose him. He held a firm belief in eradicating magic, viewing it as inherently evil, and saw himself as a saviour destined to rid the world of it.

Augustus Warden was also Miriam’s father.

Well, he could hardly call himself a father. He was never one to her. And was never a husband to her mother.

Augustus became obsessed with the perception of a saviour complex. It drove Miriam’s mother away, leaving her to deal with her father’s aggression and temper. Yet, Augustus's influence within the scourers' community grew, and The Gardenia Society landed itself in the thick of the chaos.

Again. Being hunted.

When your brother began showing signs of magic, your mother feared for his life. She had known about a distant ancestor with magical abilities for quite some time, though she hadn’t expected it to resurface in her only son.

Your brother was born at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

Your mother sought the help of Miriam, her closest friend. Almost a sister to her. She trusted her with her life. Nobody knew about your brother’s abilities besides your family and Miriam. It was a well-kept secret for the society's and your family's safety.

So, when word got out about your brother, your mother knew who had leaked the secret. Or so she thought.

The inhumane arrest of a boy. To be burned at the stake. Those were the words of the people. Just like their ancestors did. Hence, your mother decided to retaliate that betrayal of trust with Miriam for turning against her and her family. Miriam was then accused of being a witch and is the sole reason behind everything that happened to your brother.

She knew her father was insane but never knew he would ever go this far.

Her father. He showed no mercy.

“You dirty witch.”

Those were the words of the people, it rang against her ears.

Miriam remembers the fear etched in her throat. How her heart was beating out of her chest as she screamed, pleading to Augustus that this was all on pretence.

Yet, it seems that Augustus had been searching for a way to get rid of Miriam and finally found the opportunity.

A ball of flame in the darkness lit on a matchstick.

Augustus Warden stands tall and looming as he creeps from the shadows. He holds the little match with a grim twist to the edge of his lips. No sign of remorse. No sign of guilt.

“You did this to him … So long, witch.”

He tosses the matchstick.

Flames engulf Miriam.

Your family fled from the village with the help of The Gardenia Society and several Aurors, landing yourselves in the heart of London where the Warden would never find your brother. Since then, you had your memories erased.

But nothing ever stays permanent. And nothing ever truly dies.

–

Darkness.

Theseus struggles to grasp reality, feeling his presence as the memories from moments ago flood in.

He remembers … you. On the ground. Bleeding.

Immediately, he’s wide awake.

His surroundings are a blur, in the process of recollecting his thoughts when all that fills his head is you. Theseus then realises he’s seated; it’s cold, solid against his back and causes his slumped figure to lay straight on its surface.

A pungent smell suddenly fills his senses. Gasoline. He smells gasoline.

Merlin’s beard—

As he regains his sight, he recognises the room he is in. It’s circular, lined with seats to portray an amphitheatre. It’s a courtroom, though its structure tells a different story. Frescos held by its walls were heavily worn with time, abandoned, and unseen. This may be a ministry courtroom, but no longer operational.

The courtroom is filled with members of The Restoration Movement, all eyes on him. Among them, Morrigan and Mulberry stand sentinel, their scrutiny unyielding.

This is also when Theseus realises he is missing his wand.

Why on earth would Miriam bring him back to the ministry?

Before he could even begin to question it, Theseus spots you lying unconscious on the floor before him, in a pool of liquid. You’re drenched in gasoline too, he’s sure of it. It sends a sudden surge of shock to his heart, and there’s an immediate sense of urgency in how he moves to you, yet he stays unmoving in his seat.

Theseus glances at his arms and notices they have been bound with chains attached to the seat’s armrest. Eyes now wide, they return to your unmoving figure on the ground and all he thinks is to pull and pull and pull. Still, he can only watch you from a distance.

“Look at you. Helpless. Desperate. Seems like she changed you for the worse, Theseus.”

Miriam appears before him, you lay at her feet, tone laced with sarcasm as it booms through the courtroom. Strong and relinquished. Her expression wild, flashing with anger, hurt, and betrayal—hardened without an ounce of fragility and mercy in sight.

“Why are you doing this?”

There’s a tone of desperation tinged in his voice and it shakes him to his core. Theseus has been afraid plenty of times—during his training, the war. He has seen unspeakable things, but never has he been in the position of seeing someone he cares so tortured and bruised.

It clicks in his head. The ministry is the last place anyone would find them. Miriam is no fool.

Theseus heaves a silent prayer, hoping that despite the impossibilities of the day's events, both of you would make it out alive.

His gaze returns to you, catching a glimmer in your eye. You’re awake. Barely, but you are. Your body remains frozen, yet your eyes convey a silent assurance, hidden from Miriam's sharp scrutiny. It's a subtle promise that you'll endure. That you’ll be fine.

Miriam’s smile widens as her expression morphs into a cynical, surprised look, mocking his question.

“I laid out all the clues, and you still haven't figured it out? Perhaps you weren't as intelligent as I thought.”

Despite the gravity of the moment, Theseus restrains the impulse to roll his eyes. Of course, he quickly discerned the laid-out clues: the open door, the photograph, and the brooch. Yet, certain questions remain unanswered—how did his brother become privy to Miriam's existence, and how did he predict Theseus's unravelling of the hidden messages in the letters?

Perhaps, Miriam doesn’t know why either.

“All I want is to destroy her. The Gardenia Society. Everything her mother ever loved.”

Miriam speaks in a manner of delusional confidence. A false sense of belief that her actions are deemed righteous. That whatever she intends to do is all for justice.

And it all ties back to your mother and the Gardenia Society.

Theseus watches the way her eye twitches, a flicker of sheer annoyance.

Something feels wrong. Or missing?

“Yet, you, dear Theseus. You always had a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and now I have no choice but to take you with her,” Miriam declares, her tone laced with frustration.

Theseus merely scoffs. It sends Miriam boiling.

"You’re a hypocrite, Miriam. You revelled in meddling in everyone's lives, in my family's lives. Tell me, Miriam, did you truly believe we wanted you around?"

“Shut up –”

“We only did because we felt bad for you. After your husband passed –”

“I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING PITY.”

Her voice tears through the room, booming against its very walls. Miriam's eyes blaze with fury as she strides toward Theseus, and in an instant, her hand connects with his cheek in a resounding slap that leaves it stinging.

Unbeknownst to anyone but Theseus, you are wide awake, silently observing his calculated provocations aimed at pushing Miriam to her limits. With each jab, you understand his strategy, sensing the gears turning in his mind as he buys time. Knowing Theseus, he probably had a plan in motion before he came for you.

Through her distractions, you take it as an opportunity to survey your surroundings, noting the dilapidated state of the room. Amidst the debris, a broken piece of wood catches your eye—it looks like a post that came apart from a railing. Its edges are sharpened after being torn apart. Something you could weaponise if you needed to.

Immediately you exchange a fleeting glance with Theseus. He’s looking right at you, though almost unnoticeable. You aren’t sure how you could tell, but there’s a silent understanding that develops between the of you.

Something is about to happen.

Just then, a sudden thud echoes from beyond the courtroom. It comes from the room’s entrance.

Miriam's attention snaps toward the sound, prompting you to feign unconsciousness once more. As she directs one of the men to investigate, the pieces fall into place.

Theseus just hopes the plan is set in motion.

He takes a deep breath before fixing Miriam with a steely gaze “You know, Miriam. Something doesn’t quite add up.”

Miriam's jaw clenches in response. “And what is that?” she retorts, her tone edged with defiance.

“The fact that I’m the one who’s in this chair, instead of her … This isn’t just about revenge on her mother isn’t it?”

He sees it. Only a flicker. Her facade slips ever so slightly.

“I’m not stupid, Miriam.”

A beat. The air thickens.

Theseus watches intently as she takes his words in. Then, she steps back, creating distance from him once more. As if she’s almost afraid he’ll be able to detect any sort of falter or weakness in her.

Her once furious eyes are now almost solemn.

“Oleander was … ambitious, hard-headed, and strong-willed man.” Miriam begins, her gaze distant. “Despite all his faults, I loved him. He promised me an escape from my father's tyranny, a chance for us to be together at last.”

Her eyes flicker towards you, still prone on the ground, and a tumult of emotions washes over her face—a mixture of anger and hurt.

“Then, her mother accused me of betraying the very secret that shielded her brother," Miriam continues, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I became a pawn in their game, a scapegoat to be sacrificed. Oleander vanished, leaving me to face the consequences alone.”

So, it’s all for love. Or more for the betrayal she felt.

"I discovered years later that it was he who leaked the secret. Turns out he was an Auror, undercover. He seduced the daughter of a Scourer to infiltrate my wretched father's inner circle. When everything went awry, he led the operation to save the members of The Gardenia Society," Miriam pauses, regaining composure as she continues, "But not me."

Then, Miriam turns to him once more.

"You remind me of him, Theseus. A little too much. All you seek is justice, yet you have no qualms about destroying lives in your path. You deem some unworthy and strike them down, all in the name of righteousness. Just like him. I will not stand by and let history repeat itself."

Fishing something from the pocket of her coat, Theseus discerns its shape in the dim light—a matchbox.

But, Theseus isn’t afraid. Not anymore.

It instead conjures a smile from him—all in rebellious smite.

“You won’t kill me.”

His tone is mocking. It elicits a frown from Miriam.

“What makes you think I won’t end you like the rest? I’ve killed muggles. I've killed her entire family without hesitation. I’m not afraid.”

“But you won’t kill me. Well, you can’t kill me,” Theseus counters with confidence as he clocks movement in the background.

“What?”

“All things must end, Miriam.”

Just then, a sudden flash of blue streaks across the courtroom and hits Morrigan in the shoulder. She collapses at impact.

Immediately, chaos erupts in the courtroom. Aurors flood the room, emerging from every corner of the amphitheatre as the surprise attack begins. Flashes of blinding blue, green and red bolt across the expanse as the attack began.

Theseus sees Travers in the crossfire, Mulberry collapsed on the ground at his feet. His expression is solemn, it’s a reflection after knowing the truth, but also a silent recognition and gratitude to Theseus that if he did not make it in time, this whole place would be in flames. It was risky if anything were to happen to him, but thankfully, his Patronus found Travers and knew of his current location. It was the right call.

Through the impossibilities of today, a miracle did happen.

Miriam’s face splits into pure horror and she loses her concentration amidst the onslaught. Before she can react, you spring into action, wielding the broken piece of wood you had your eye on with fierce determination. Instantly, you strike Miriam on the head with a forceful blow that immediately sends her to the ground, rendering her unconscious.

Miraculously, the binds that held him to the chair disappear, finally able to get to you.

Well, that certainly works.

Breathless and weary, you stand on the edge of exhaustion, your body protesting with every step as you find yourself teetering on the brink of collapse. Despite your efforts to remain upright, your knees finally give out, sending you to the ground. With palms outstretched, you strain against the weight of fatigue, muscling all your strength to keep yourself from falling.

You then feel him. His grip finds the curve of your shoulder and your arm, supporting the weight of your own. It's warm, gentle, desperate yet assuring.

Theseus stares down at you with panic in his eyes.

“Are you alright?”

The words hang in the air as you grapple with the question.

Are you really alright?

“... She killed my family.” you choke out, your voice strained with grief as you struggle to contain a sob. Immediately his hand finds your cheek, fingers against cold skin. They are soft. Grounding.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly.

You feel the gentle drag of his thumb just below your eye. It’s only then your blurred vision from the welling of tears, cheeks stained with the desolation and hurt that begins to settle within you. It hits you, gradually, but the pain is turning unbearable. It’s the physical pain searing through your back and the emotional hurt from everything that’s happened.

All you wanted was for this to end.

And now, when it is, where does it leave you?

Theseus’ careful touch remains on your cheek, his other hand firm against your shoulder. He can see the way your mind begins to spiral.

He says your name. You finally bring your eyes to meet his.

Furrowed brows, charming eyes, cheeks tinged with a little colour of red, vaguely tousled hair.

A small smile plays on his lips.

“We should get out of here, don’t you think?”

–

2 MONTHS LATER

My dearest,

I hope this letter finds you in consolation and comfort, though I must admit that my own heart is heavy with the weight of the news I bear of the fate of your brother.

Contrary to our belief, your brother did not meet his end on the battlefield, as we were led to believe. Instead, he orchestrated his demise when he sought information on your mother and The Gardenia Society. Through our research and Miriam’s testimony, we gathered that your brother was intentionally recruited into the Restoration Movement and allied with Morrigan. He had every intention to seek Miriam and avenge your mother’s death. He was part of the operation until Miriam sensed his true plan and decided to eliminate him. No matter the situation, Miriam would’ve killed him in the end, but she intended to use him to get to you first. This was when her plan started to fall apart.

This is all we know thus far. I shall keep looking for more. Your brother was a brave soul. He saved your life.

With that said, I hope this brings you some peace.

You must know you have been a constant in my mind these past few months. Though I understand your need to be alone at this time, nothing can ever describe the unthinkable things you have been through.

But perhaps, if you wish so, we could meet at St Mary’s Gardens in Woolwich. I hear it’s near your current home. I’ll be there on Sunday at 10 in the morning, should you choose to join me. It’ll be good to see your face once more.

Yours,Theseus

You’ve read this letter a hundred times since a certain familiar owl dropped it on your windowsill, just like the other times it had done so. Letters from Theseus were merely part of your days for the past two months, your desk in your bedroom filled with parchments of handwritten letters, signed by the very man that saved your life and sought to protect you.

Despite this, you never once gave a reply to any of his letters. Truth be told, you had been avoiding Theseus, a subconscious decision to try and distance yourself from everything related to magic. You never wanted to push him away, but you didn’t know how to separate yourself from the events with The Restoration Movement and Miriam without being in his presence. Theseus reminded you of all you’ve lost, though you seem to have forgotten the one thing you’ve gained.

You never saw him when Miriam was put on trial. When the ministry convinced you to step in as a witness, to give your testimony. In return, a deal was made—you get to keep your memories but sworn to secrecy. You somehow suspected that Theseus is the very reason the Ministry is so willing to work with you.

But it was overwhelming. Especially at the start. To talk about everything.

You pushed him away but It didn’t stop Theseus from writing to you. Update after update. He understands your grief better than you would expect.

Theseus never gave up on you. And for a moment, you wonder why you ever gave up on him.

A gust of wind whips through the deck of the Woolwich Ferry, tugging at the letter from your fingers. For a moment, it seemed like it would slip from your grasp, lost to the currents of the River Thames. Your heart leaps as you tighten your grip, fingers curling around the paper as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality.

You clung to every word like it was a lifeline. His words were the first thing you reached for in the morning, the reassuring touch that helped you muster the strength to face another day alone.

Though certain words made your heart thrum a little faster than usual.

You must know you have been a constant in my mind these past few months.

You know how you feel about Theseus, but now, it’s clear as day.

Perhaps you don’t have to be alone anymore.

The ferry comes to a halt by Woolwich Pier, and your hands start getting clammy. From your position trailing behind a line of people as you step off the ferry, you can spot the gardens, a small gathering of trees amid the urban landscape.

However, you’re distracted, your mind lingering on the words that filled Theseus's letter.

It’ll be good to see your face once more.

The passing scenery catches you off guard and grounds you back to reality when you realise you’re already at the entrance of St Mary’s Gardens. Towering trees with arched branches and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze that shines golden against the morning sunlight. The trees cast shadows on the ground, dancing along the lush yet overgrown grass.

And there, you see Theseus.

He seems anxious, movements betraying a nervous energy that mirrored your own. One moment, he’s seated; the next, he’s standing; and another, he’s pacing as if unable to settle into one spot for more than a moment.

You watch him for a moment, somehow unable to move.

God, you miss him.

Then, as if he had sensed your presence, he’s turning around only to meet your gaze. In an instant, a wave of relief washes over his face, melting away the tension that had gripped him moments before. His expression softens at the mere sight of you. His expression splits into a smile that lights up his entire face.

Theseus says your name, and you feel the sudden warmth that floods your chest.

“Theseus.”

He carefully ambles to you, halting just about a foot away.

“You look …”

Tired, distraught, awful—

“Beautiful.”

Your heart picks up speed and pulls a bashful smile from you. You can’t even look at him without going red.

“Thank you. You look …”

Handsome, charming, the most beautiful man you’ve ever encountered.

“—well too. At least from the last time I saw you.”

The two of you were at St Mungo’s. Theseus had his arm around your waist, bearing the weight of your weakened frame as you stumbled, the sudden nausea overwhelming you after apparating to the hospital. In the reception area, you doubled over and vomited.

Just like old times.

Then, you were separated ever since.

Theseus mirrors your smile, similarly coy.

“I was beginning to think you were ignoring me for good.”

Your heart breaks a little at his words. “Look, Theseus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just …” you trail off, unable to finish your words. You feel guilty.

“No, it’s—you don’t have to apologise. You needed space, I understand that.” Theseus says with an edge of anxiety. As if one wrong word, you’ll go running. He purses his lips and tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I was just worried about you, that’s all.”

Your heart stutters. Theseus has always been so caring that it’s almost overwhelming.

He senses a shift in the air. He knows to be careful and patient. You need time. And he’s willing to wait as long as you want him to.

“If you would like, we could meet again. Same place, same time?”

“I would like that a lot, Theseus.”

–

Your Sundays were then days that truly felt brighter. Theseus works through the week at odd hours, yet ensures to keep his weekends free. Every Sunday, he’s there at St Mary’s Gardens, to give you an update on the investigation.

You find out how your mother passed in America at the hands of Miriam and how your brother may have been a seer, though unproven. It was the only explanation as to how he predicted you would even meet Theseus.

You buried your family. Three empty caskets.

Those times were the hardest. The realisation that secrets had been kept from you left you feeling helpless. Yet, through it all, Theseus stood by your side.

Weeks drift by, the case closes and Miriam and her followers are put behind bars. Still, Theseus ends with the same words:

“Same place, same time?”

So, Sundays turned into Fridays. Then, Wednesdays and Mondays—Theseus always found a way to weave you into his life, despite the hectic life of being an Auror. With his career on the rise from his hard work with your case, it’s hard for him to make time, but he makes it a point to see you, to hear your voice, to check up on you ever so often.

Theseus carries a certain air of enthusiasm when he’s with you. It’s carefully placed, disguised behind his calm demeanour, but you hope he knows how much you share that same enthusiasm whenever you see him. Whether it’s traversing through Hyde Park or sharing meals, these little times tend to be the highlights of your week. It revolves all around him.

Your love for Theseus doesn’t come careening in like an arrow pieced to your heart or a shock to the discernment of your feelings for him.

It’s gradual. And it grows larger and larger with every passing day. With every passing second.

And here you are, leaning against the railing that overlooks the River Thames, brushing shoulders with Theseus as you finish your ice cream. The river glimmers under the setting sun, and a gentle warm breeze sweeps through as the two of you watch Tower Bridge light up in comfortable silence.

“I saw Mr. Shacklebolt the other day,” you chirp suddenly, gaze trailing the ducks by the shore. The skies begin to turn dark as the crowds diminish, but you feel safe. Especially with Theseus.

Theseus turns to you with a curious furrow of his brows. “Who?”

You hum. It’s soft and contemplative and it causes a small smile to creep on your lips. “My old employer. He fired me months back. Before, you know, everything that happened –”

You catch your slipping and immediately halt your sentence, back to munching on your almost-gone ice cream cone.

Before I met you.

He recognises the implication and the sudden shift of your expression. It’s so vague, but he sees it. He always does.

Theseus takes a pause and decides to not address it.

“Really? So, did you clock him in the jaw?” There’s a hint of mischief in his tone and it causes you to laugh. Theseus’ eyes crinkle at the sight.

“I would have. He was right across the street. But, I decided not to. Not because he was with his children and I didn’t want them to see their father get knocked out by a lady –”

It’s Theseus’ turn to laugh. Your face splits into a grin as you continue. “I realised I wouldn’t be where I am today if he hadn’t fired me that day.”

A beat. You’re mustering up some sort of courage to make your care for Theseus known. To put it under the spotlight for everyone to see. From the corner of your eye, you can see him staring at you, taking you in, clinging to every word you say.

“And I wouldn’t have met you.”

You huff, feeling incredibly restless as you turn to face him.

“Theseus, I don’t think I ever thanked you for everything you’ve done for me. You saved my life, and you never gave up on me. I thank you for that.”

He goes quiet in an almost bashful manner now tucked into the pockets of his slacks as he replies, “I try my best … or are you just saying that because I bought you ice cream?”

“Oh piss off!” you snap back at his tease with ardent humour, jabbing him in his shoulder with your finger.

You watch him squirm away with a casual laugh, beaming at you like you’re the sun. At this moment you decide you’re not waiting anymore. God, you don’t even know why you waited this long.

Theseus falls silent, his gaze still fixed on you with a curious beam that ignites a sudden surge of courage within you—courage you never knew you had.

In an instant, you’re surging to him, closing the distance between you where your lips meet his. It’s clumsy, graceless and so quick that it’s almost dreamlike in its brevity. You’re looking at him with wide eyes as if you couldn’t believe what you had just done.

You kissed him.

And Theseus looks like he’s about to explode.

"It seems that you just beat me to it," he breathes, his own lips tingling with the burning imprint of yours.

His words elicit an airy laugh from you, and as you mirror his grin, Theseus feels his heart skip a beat at the sight. Of all the times he’d known you, he had never seen you this light, this warm, this … happy.

He can’t explain it, but an impulse drives to reach for your hand, fingers tangled in your own as he brings his other to the curve of your cheek, warm to the touch. Vacant from tears, but lined with crinkles of laughter and smiles.

He feels the same way when with you.

At that moment, Theseus leans in to press his lips to yours once more. It’s different from before—more gentle, honest, and grounding.

It’s beautiful.

You’ve lived your life full of discrepancies and contradictions, but Theseus is the one thing you were so certain about. It’s a final profound sense of clarity.

Entwined with his fingers, there’s a sense of contentment that settles within you. As if the happiness you always sought has finally found its way into your life.

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sweetheartedbylust · 1 year

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yanderes-of-inkwell · 2 years

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May I request for tarot cards for Grim Matchstick? Can the cards be The Fool, The Emperor, Strength, The Hanged Man, and The Tower? If you can, thank you but if you can't, that's perfectly fine.

Grim Matchstick - The Fool, The Emperor, Strength, The Hanged Man & The Tower

Note: Of course I can! Hope you enjoy your request! Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: Controlling behaviour, delusional mindsets, implied murder, implied trauma, mentions of obsessive behaviour, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of violence, overprotective behaviour, possessive behaviour. Prompts: Can be found here.

The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self-aware on any level?

When it comes to delusion, Grim is about as out of touch with reality as one can get. The reason for this is, of course, his upbringing; having grown up with little to no guidance or even company in his life, especially during his formative years, has left Grim with an extremely warped understanding of how love and relationships work. His only real exposure to such things before meeting his darling were the many old books in his tower, which were mostly just fairy tales.

Though at first he was upset to see his kind being portrayed as nothing but possessive and greedy, those stories undoubtedly shaped the way he views himself and his behaviour. Because of this, Grim doesn’t see his twisted feelings as anything other than completely normal. He’s a dragon after all, so it makes sense that he’s as obsessive and protective as he is, right? It has to, he’s convinced himself, because it’s in his nature.

The Emperor - How much of their darling’s life does this yandere dictate/want to dictate?

Not much of it, honestly. Grim isn’t really the controlling type, despite what his possessive nature may suggest, so he’s pretty lenient when it comes to his darling. The only thing he’d really want to dictate is their social life, which has resulted in him being very strict about keeping them inside all the time. Not only because he’s overprotective, but also because he hates the thought of sharing them with anyone else, even their family.

His “no leaving the tower” rule is something he will rarely allow his darling to break but with enough pleading, he’ll eventually relent and let them go out for a while, on the condition that he’s allowed to go with them and stay by their side the entire time.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Despite his sheer size and strength, Grim is someone who crumbles very easily under the judgemental gazes of others. Similarly, he also can’t stand being the centre of attention, and the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on him makes him want to curl up and disappear. For these reasons, him being outwardly affectionate towards his darling in public is an unlikely thing to happen. With the exception of keeping his tail wrapped around them for their safety, he’ll do little else to express his love.

In private, however, it’s an entirely different story. When safe and hidden inside the walls of his home, he becomes much more affectionate towards them. He mainly expresses his love through touch, since words have never been his forte, but he will occasionally find it in him to stutter out something about how much he appreciates their presence in his life, or how happy they make him.

The Hanged Man - Is controlling their darling important? Or do they want their darling to love them willingly?

As stated above, Grim isn’t all that controlling towards his darling, but even if he were, he would still want them to love him willingly. In his mind, the two of them are soulmates, so using things such as force or manipulation in order to gain their love is out of the question for him. It’s something he considers to be unthinkable, if not unforgivable, and he won’t even entertain the thought.

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Grim’s first instinct in such a situation would be to immediately swoop in and save his darling. In that moment, all of his focus is on their safety rather than his own, and he’s fully prepared to lay down his life for them should it ever come to that. However, that’s only in situations where no one is to blame, such as if his tower collapsed, or if a natural disaster struck Inkwell.

If the thing threatening his darling’s safety was a person, then he’d respond just as any dragon would when something precious of theirs is in danger: with violence. Though Grim considers himself a pacifist through and through, seeing his darling in danger will send him into a blind rage, and all thoughts of mercy will be silenced as he unleashes his wrath upon the one foolish enough to threaten his beloved.

His darling is the only one capable of calming him in that moment, and if they don’t act quickly enough, the perpetrator will likely meet a fiery, gruesome end at the hands of a furious dragon.

#cw yandere #cuphead #yandere cuphead #grim matchstick #yandere grim matchstick #grim matchstick x reader #yandere tarot

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roxybefab · 4 years

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Dating Grim Matchstick would include;

Like Boris, he can’t really speak

Or, well, he can, a bit, but it’s a stuttered mess and you can barely understand him

His tail is quite long and is always touching you

That is, the tip of his tail is touching your ankle, his tail is wrapped around your arm or waist, his tail is on your thigh

He likes knowing that you’re there, that’s the only reason he does it

He likes it when you rub his belly, it makes his leg do that thing where it’s twitching rapidly

He also likes it when you sit on his back and wrap your arms around his neck

If you lay in his arms as he begins to fly, he thinks of you as his prince/ess

There was a time, however, where some guy kidnapped you saying he was a hero and that he was saving you from the ‘evil’ dragon

Yeah, Grim got pretty mad and burnt him to a crisp

Kidding, Grim simply rolled his eyes and you just got in his arms before he flew away

He loves to cuddle

It’s his passion

He’ll gently push you with his tail into his arms and wrap his body around you with his head in your lap

It’s honestly adorable

He adores it when you put on lipstick and cover his face in kisses

It leaves him all red and flustered

Hilda and Cagney tease him about it all the time, especially if he forgets to wipe off a kiss mark

He likes it when you scratch behind his ears

And when you run your hand over his wings

You live with him in his tower

Since

He doesn’t want you to be away from him

Yeah

Clingy child

Masterlist

#cuphead #headcannons for cuphead #grim #Grim Matchstick #grim matchstick x reader #CUPHEAD

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bluemoondust · 3 years

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Hello! From the yandere alphabet, may I request H, S, V, X and Y for Grim Matchstick? Thank you very much!

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior, Clingy Behavior, Mentions of Murder/Violence, Kidnapping

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

In all honesty, Grim is not one to ever want to harm his darling, ever. He's frightening to some, but all he wants is to have fun and play games, is that not too much to ask for? Though, there are times where he will get intimidating and that's usually when Grim is extremely angry. You would probably experience this if an unfortunate soul tried to rescue you from the tower. To Grim, that person is a threat. To you and him, so they have to be dealt with. It's a scary sight to see since he doesn't really snap at you nor try to intimidate you. Sure, there are some warnings here and there, but you know better to test things. The absolute fury remains in your memory even if it wasn't directed towards you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably from past experiences of being seen as just this ferocious dragon, which isn't entirely true unless one were to provoke him. Grim is just lonely and truly wants to connect with someone who does not immediately see him as a threat. He wants acceptance and you gave that to him, so it makes sense that he would gave an attachment towards you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Grim in a way, does hold you up in high standards; sees you as a truly wonderful person. You could exploit that by asking him for simple favors or convincing him to at least let you visit family again. Though, there will be conditions to those favors. Just because he's a little more lenient than most yanderes and can be talked into things for you does not mean he will be easily tricked. If you were to ask to visit family or friends, Grim will either find some way to come with you or gives a set time for you to come back. Not coming back at the time set up will only have a concerned/peeved off dragon on your trail. So be wise on how you exploit these weaknesses.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Again, he holds you up to high standards but he won't easily do everything you ask of him. Though it's a bit of a different story when winning your affections beforehand. Grim is very persistent in his pursuit and won't be easily shaken off. I do want to mention that he is rather clingy, so expect him to be attached to your side at all times. As far as how far he would go to obtain your affections? Pretty far but murder would not be on the table unless... He's pushed to a corner. Grim will defend himself and you from those he deems as threats or are trying to keep him away from you simply because he is a dragon.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can pine for a good while; maybe a few months or even a year or two. What will set him off to actually take your away/cause him to snap would be someone putting your life in danger. That would be the last straw for Grim. He's been okay so far and the visits you've made were something he cherishes, but oh dear does this really set him off edge. Either that or his clingy/obsessive nature gets too intense and makes him really impatient where he won't take the waiting anymore.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere cuphead #yandere grim matchstick #yandere grim matchstick x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years

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Fanfic/ oneshots, number fics open

character match Ups. Closed again. I have over 20+ atm.

I'm gonna try and get thought as many as I can. I might have to close it for longer. But while it's closed I'm still taking Fanfic request.

Please know it does take me some time to write match ups. do take me a little while to do with such a demand for them. And also at the same time I'm working on fanfics around them. But thanks you all for your patients and I hope you enjoy what do to come.

*OPEN FOR BUSINESS!*

Rules: please if asking for Nsfw or reading be over 18 I have to say it.

Aloud: NSFW, fluff, smut, angst, hurt, mention of past abuse. (Alien love!!!)

I will not do: rape, abuse, Furries (I'm sorry I just don't write it), necrophilia, anything along that line.

Info for Match ups: please the basics, age, gender sexuality(if your comfortable) a small discriptuion of yourself and things you like. these you don't have to be 18 for but please over 15 for these, they are only gonna be cute fluffy writing. I do not do NSFW for maths ups only fanfics and one shots.

One shot and fanfic info: in happy to do nsfw but I do need confirmation your 18 or over either in your bio or on the ask. Same rules apply from 'rules'. Please state what gender you want the fanfic for otherwise I default to They/them for the writing just to be inclusive.

(Guys please be patient, I'm a guy so doing Character X fem reader takes me a bit is all)

Numbers for number fics are here. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

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The Bad batch

Clone Force 99- Hunter

Clone Force 99- Tech

Clone Force 99- Crosshair

Clone Force 99- Wrecker

Clone Force 99 - Echo

Episode 11- Captain Howzer

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Star wars the clone wars

501st

Captain Rex

Kix

Jesse

Fives

Dogma

Hardcase

Tup

212th

Commander Cody

Gregor

Waxer

Boil

Crys

104th 'Wolfpack'

Commander Wolffe

Sinker

Comet

Boost

Warthog

Wildfire

Domino squad :,)

Heavy

Droidbait

Cutup

Echo

fives

Other clones

Oddball

Matchstick

Commander Fox

Commander Thorn

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Grim Squad (my clone squad)

Weazel

Shreder

Jericho

Tiim

Fable

Maze

Gold-1

Ripple

Glaus

Newbie- Casket (my shiny son)

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Info. So I decided to add my own clone squad becuase it's me hahaha. I don't expect much with them but they are there anyway.

Well everything is set so I hope you all enjoy.

NEW ADDITION CHARCATERS!!!

Clone wars

Darth Maul

Savage Opress

Anakin Skywalker

Obi wan Kenobi

Plo Koon

Star wars Rebels.

Older wolffe

Older Rex

Older gregor

Thrawn

Agent Kallus

Eli Vanto ( I don't care if he isn't in it. He is to me!)

The mandolorian

Boba Fett

Din Djarin

Sequels

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren/Ben solo

Finn

The old republic

Arcann Tirall

Darth Marr

Torian Cadera

OC Characters plus Feature art when asked for match ups or Fics.

Kodja Bathrian (clone wars twi'lek) Male

Varr'ivaz'loawe 'Ivaz' ( Outlander Old republic Chiss) male

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leorawright · 2 years

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Grim Matchstick relationship headcannons

Grim is a very sweet person... dragon... thing

I think his love language is quality time but he also loves receiving compliments

He will try to reciprocate the compliments but it often comes out as a stuttered mess.

So instead he loves to cuddle with you whenever he can.

Although sometimes when one of you is busy you may find random flowers placed where you can see them

Don't mention them though poor baby is flustered

Grim can get jealous easily

It's not because he doesn't trust you it's because he has so many insecurities he just worries

So if you see him looking sad and avoiding you please cuddle him and tell him you love him

Kisses with Grim are shy and tentive so you might have to intiate most of them

Not because he doesn't want to kiss you he can never find a good time so he needs help

When it comes to dates Grim loves staying in his tower and reading books or watching movies with you

If you do watch a horror movie prepare to comfort a shaking dragon

All in all Grim is a sweetheart and loves you so much and he needs the same love back

Protect baby dragon he's so precious

Finished🥳

#cuphead #cuphead x reader #grim matchstick #grim matchstick x reader

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leorawright · 1 year

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Hello. Mind if I request Grim Matchstick having S/O, who loves dragons and can talk about them for hours?

Cuphead request!? They exist!?!?

Grim Matchstick with s/o who loves dragons

Oh he's so flustered

You're so interested in dragons which correlates to him

If you ever fawn over him because he's a dragon he'll gey super flustered and blushy

He's not used to this much positive attention from someone he cares about

If you ever want him to fact check your information he'll gladly do so but he does feel bad telling you some information is wrong

He's never met someone so interested in dragons and honestly it makes him really proud of himself

#cuphead x reader #grim matchstick x reader #cuphead grim x reader #cuphead grim matchstick x reader

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leorawright · 1 year

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I'm back at it again for the matchups :]]]

Romantic and platonic || Cuphead || matchup

Looks: short(5'2" help me)+mid-size, hazel eyes, curly red mullet.

ESFP-T personality type. I'm transmasc, gay, and aro/ace spec. I am one HELL of a fantasy nerd, Dungeons and Dragons being my biggest creative outlet for drawing, writing, acting, etc. (I also have ADHD, so my memory is horrible, and I struggle to navigate social situations, despite loving talking to people lol)

I am a rambler(usually about dnd or music I'm singing in chorus), one of my biggest love languages is quality time(giving and receiving), and I love bouncing ideas off of my friends to help fill in plot holes, or just to share in general. I also get a LOT of serotonin from seeing others happy, especially when they're talking about something THEY love. It's a very nice feeling. I'm also pretty big on gift giving and acts of service(giving) and physical touch(receiving(not entirely used to it though)).

I wear a lot of brown and green(mostly brown), and tend to play more chill and relaxing video games; my reaction time is horrible so anything with combat just stresses me out! I'm also a hUUUGe fan of naps, and watching comfort movies/series while drawing or relaxing.

TL;DR- transmasc, gay, fantasy and music nerd with ADHD who likes rambling, being rambled to, Owlbears, being silly and making stupid jokes, and is pretty good at analysing people(including myself).

Hope that's not too long lol, thank you and have a wonderful day/night!

Cuphead and romantic and platonic!?

For romantic...

King Dice!

I headcannon that he's a fantasy nerd deep down

So when you ask him to look over a new dnd plot he nearly combusts from happiness

His love language is also acts of service but he'll gladly throw some cuddles into his daily routine

Your color scheme and his purple jacket actually clash quite well

When he's with you he tends to relax a lot more so that includes being a lot looser and sillier

Comfort movies are a must for him he needs to feel that happy with you settled right next to him it's heaven on Earth

For platonic I'd say...

Grim Matchstick

Of course he doesn't mind if you ramble to him about Dnd!

He loves listening to all the plot ideas you come up with and will carefully offer constructive criticism

He's not used to having a friend so it's easy to make him happy which in turn makes you happy!

Any rant you want to go on, any movie you want to watch, any new plot idea you want to share, your best friend Grim will happily listen

#cuphead x reader #king dice x reader #grim matchstick x reader #platonic #matchups

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yanderes-of-inkwell · 3 years

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Can you please make some Grim Matchstick headcanons? If you can, thank you. If you can't, that's fine with me.

Grim Matchstick - General Headcanons

Note: Of course I can, darling! One set of headcanons coming right up~ Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Delusional mindsets, isolation, jealousy, obsessive behaviour, overprotective behaviour, possessive behaviour, stalking.

♤ Due to his intimidating appearance, Grim has always been something of an outcast on Inkwell. Even as a wee young hatchling, the other residents would avoid him as much as possible for fear of facing his wrath. In reality, though, Grim is the complete opposite of the “malevolent beast” everyone thinks him to be. He’s very shy and awkward around others, which is due in part to his mostly isolated upbringing. Add to the fact that he has a stutter he finds to be deeply embarrassing, and you’ve got yourself a lonely dragon desperate for companionship.

♡ With this in mind, his initial interest in his darling would likely spark after realising they’re not afraid of him. Those who’re not scared of Grim are few and far between, so for him to find someone who doesn’t treat him any differently than they do others is a breath of fresh air. Despite this, however, he doesn’t approach them right away. After their first meeting, rather than trying to befriend them, he instead opts to simply watch them from a distance. This is partially due to him wanting to learn what they’re like as a person, and partially because he’s too nervous to strike up a conversation.

♧ But after a while, Grim will start to tire of this routine. While he does find enjoyment in observing them going about their day, he can’t help but yearn for something more. Seeing just how kind they are towards others makes his heart soar, and he desperately wishes that he, too, could enjoy their company. Once his impatience reaches a boiling point, he will finally set aside his fear and decide to approach them. He waits until they’re not busy or around others before doing so, as not to disturb them or have others encourage them to leave once they see him.

◇ The interaction itself starts out horribly awkward, with Grim being almost unable to form a coherent sentence. His stutter becomes far worse than normal as he attempts to hold a simple conversation with them, and he wants nothing more than to disappear in that moment. But despite his nervousness and embarrassment, his darling’s patience and understanding towards him do wonders to ease his nerves. By the end of the conversation, he finds himself feeling genuinely happy and relaxed, two things he’s rarely felt around others before.

♤ This interaction is what truly solidifies the beginning of Grim’s obsession with his darling, which only continues to grow alongside their budding friendship. He’s never had a true friend before, much less experienced proper kindness from another, so his darling’s empathy towards him is all it took for him to become obsessed with them. Their open-minded nature is what drew him in, their kindness and patience are what made him want to stay. And, in a way, it would later become the final nail in their coffin when they accept his confession.

♡ From there, Grim begins seeing his darling regularly. They always meet up somewhere private, away from the judgemental eyes of the other Isles residents. The two laugh and share stories for hours, often well into the night, and Grim starts to miss them more and more each time they part ways. When he can’t bask in their presence, he often finds himself daydreaming about their next meeting, or even just thinking about what they might be up to at the moment.

♧ This obsessive behaviour only worsens once the two enter a relationship, and Grim starts to miss them more than ever. Soon after they begin dating, he’ll fall back into his routine of watching them from afar, just to make sure they’re safe. When he’s unable to do so for whatever reason, he’ll send his sentient fireballs to look after them in his stead. Not once does it cross his mind that his actions may be perceived as morally wrong because from his perspective, he’s simply protecting that which he holds dear.

◇ Once he’s managed to convince them to move into his castle, he’ll begin slowly isolating them from the rest of the world. Not only does he develop an irrational jealousy towards those he’s forced to share their company with, but he also worries that something might happen to them when not under his watchful eye. He fears that perhaps their “friends” will convince them to leave him, or that they’ll get caught up with the Devil just as he had.

♤ It’s only when he’s alone with his darling that he feels he can truly relax. Otherwise, on rare occasions where he allows them to go out in public, he follows them everywhere, never leaving their side. His eyes are always scanning the crowd for any potential threats, and his tail is constantly wrapped around them in a protective manner, especially if they’re speaking with someone else. It’s one of the few instances where he’s glad to look as scary as he does; having a massive, powerful dragon for a partner means few people approach his darling anymore, which is exactly how he wants it to be.

♡ When in the comforts of his home, safe and away from everyone else, Grim’s true personality shines through. He’s very playful and goofy around his darling, always craving their attention and looking for ways to make them smile. As for when the fun and games end, he’s most relaxed when cuddling them in some way or another. There’s rarely ever a moment where he’s not touching them in some way, as physical contact helps to express his love when his words fail him.

♧ If his darling ever has the urge to go out or socialise with others, Grim will always find something for them to do. His home is quite spacious, filled with little secrets and intricacies at every corner, so there’s almost always something to keep them busy. He’s also quite happy to provide them with anything they need to entertain themselves, or to fulfil their hobbies if they have any. All it takes is a simple word from them for him to be at their beck and call, ready to give them anything they ask for.

◇ It comes to a point where Grim becomes almost like an abandoned puppy of sorts. He’s willing to devote all of his time and energy to his darling if that’s what they want, and he often does so without them asking or even wanting him to. Haunting memories of his previous life of solitude are his primary motivation for this, as well as his determination to keep them happy and by his side.

♤ Should his darling ever come to protest against his possessive behaviour, Grim will become devastated. The last thing he wants is to make his darling unhappy or to be forceful with them, but if that’s what it takes to make sure they never leave, so be it. Though Grim may be worlds apart from his brethren in terms of personality, there is at least one thing he shares in common with them: he’s as greedy as any dragon can be, and he’s willing to fight until his last breath to protect what is precious to him.

#cw yandere #cuphead #yandere cuphead #grim matchstick #yandere grim matchstick #grim matchstick x reader #headcanons

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roxybefab · 4 years

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Hi! Could I ask for a relationship hc for Grimm Matchstick? And could I ask for a scenario where his s/o gets "rescued" by a hero who thinks they were kidnapped by an evil dragon? If that's too much sorry, just pick what you want to write.

‘Evil’ Good Dragon

This is pretty short and the ending is kinda bad. Also, don’t apologize! I enjoyed writing both ^^ I had to eventually do a Grim Dating Headcannon so it’s no problem

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It has been a while since you last went out and you were glad you had picked today. It was a nice day, the sun gently hitting your skin and the Summer breeze refreshing your hair. Grim had a short hand in yours, trying to keep up to your pace as he walked on his hind legs. “(Y-(Y-(Y/N)!” He stuttered out, getting your attention, “S-s-s-low do-down!” You quickly stopped, waiting for him. “Sorry, Grim! I’m just so excited.” You exclaimed as he caught up. He simply smiled at your enthusiasm and kept walking with you. You gasp, “Look Grim! Can we get ice cream?” You ask, hopping around giddily. Your dragon boyfriend chuckled, noticing that there was, indeed, a man selling ice cream. The dragon nodded, gently kissing her head before making his way to the cart.

“H-h-ere (Y/N).” Your boyfriend said, smiling down at you. You were sitting on a bench, one which was right under a nice tree that gave shade well enough. The sun was setting, the breeze a bit stronger as she took the treat from the reptile. You yawned quietly, taking a lick from the (f/f) ice cream and laying your head on his shoulder. Neither of you noticed the man that snuck up slowly to you. He was quiet and tall, dark hair spilling from his head. “Hey, Grim?” You ask, turning up to look at said creature, “What do you want to do when we get home? Maybe a board game or maybe a nap.” Just as he opens his jaw to answer, she felt a hand grip her wrist and yank her away, a sword pointed at Grim as he backed away from said dragon. You didn’t know what was going on, the cold hand gripping your wrist and the sword touching the dragon’s chest. Grim didn’t seem to know what was going on either, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the man. “Stay back, beast! Stay back!” The man shrieked, pulling you away. “W.. wait.” You said as in a whisper, horror slowly morphing in your face as the man kept yanking you away, “What are you doing?!” You screeched. You began to yank away from him. “Ma’am, I’m trying to save you! Please don’t leave.” He exclaimed, his sword still pointed at your boyfriend. You felt the confusion eating at you as you kept yanking away, yet failing. “Saving me from what!?” You screeched at him. “The beast that has kidnapped you!” He responded, glaring at Grim. “He’s no beast!” You yelled back. Your face was slightly red in your anger and the man could tell. “But, it kidnapped you!” He shrieked, “It’s been keeping you hostage and you’ve been waiting for a knight in shining armor to save you.” “You consider yourself a hero?” You growled out, glaring at the man. He pauses in shock, not noticing Grim’s tail slowly wrapping around his leg. You, however, did notice and gave your boyfriend the look, which made him remove his tail. After a couple of seconds, you yanked your hand out of the man’s grip and shoved him away, jumping into Grim’s arms. You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh, smiling as he lets out a happy hum. Your dragon looks back at the man, who looked shocked, and rolled his eyes before spreading his wings out and taking flight.

Masterlist

#cuphead #Cuphead #grim matchstick x reader #Grim #Matchstick #Dragon

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roxybefab · 4 years

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Hey, hon. So, I'm obsessed with Lou right now and I love the Lou headcanons you have. Do you think you could come up with headcanons that are based on a romantic date with Lou and his s/o or something like that? I'd ask for NSFW headcanons, but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.

Oh, I do NSFW, don’t worry! I’ll do both for you, love :3 Anyways, I have two Sans commissions that I’m doing, one is a Horrortale Sans and the other is a smut of Mafiafell Sans so I’ll get to it as soon as I can.

Also, if you like Lou, I have a book of Lou meeting his own kid in the Big World. The book is called The Perfect Duo and it’s on Wattpad.

Here’s a link: The Perfect Duo

And I’ll try to get to everyone’s requests as soon as possible :)

Have a lovely day, loves <3

#lou #Uglydolls #cuphead #headcannons for cuphead #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #cuphead x reader #headcannons for gravity falls #batim #mugman #mugman x reader #grim matchstick #undertale #Sans #Underfell #Fell

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nincompoopydoo · 3 years

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CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

— CLARITY ; PART 4 / ?

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x reader WORD COUNT: 3.4k SUMMARY: You don’t deal with night terrors well when awakening in a place unfamiliar to you although you finally feel a sense of belonging. With every intention to dispose of all sense of strangeness, you make a blinded decision that may have ended badly. However, in the light of your impulsiveness, Theseus seems to always appear when you need him. Even if you don’t know it. A/N: Wohoo! This series is back and so am I! Please enjoy this chapter, I can’t wait for you to read the rest I have planned. gif by @movie-gifs from this gifset WARNINGS: Pretty detailed description of a night terror consisting of fire. Swearing. Bad decisions. Awkwardness overload! MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Silence. Darkness. Unperceived to your surroundings. There is liquid, your clothes drenched in a stench you cannot quite comprehend. A puddle takes form around your bare feet. With your bearings out of touch, the size of this void remains unknown to you. Whether large or compact, it is still hard to breathe over the constant flowing of the strange liquid from above and onto your face with an overwhelming smell of extreme potency with a tinge of sweetness—the smell of gasoline.

Then, a flash. So overwhelmingly bright and blinding, you have to squint your eyes. It gradually dims, and suddenly, your eyes are able to adjust to your surroundings. You spot something in the distance; a young boy roped to an armchair with his wrists, ankles, and waist restrained. His seated figure is seemingly lighted like a spotlight, shadows cascading his facial expression. The curve of his mouth is drawn downwards in fear, glassy and wide eyes glinting with terror. It is the way the boy looks at you, a silent cry for her that you realise the familiarity of the boy—it’s your brother.

Instinctively, you step forward, wanting to run and reach for him, but it’s the sudden grasp of aggressive hands that lunges you back with force. Your brother is just a child; his figure disappears from view as you collapse to the ground. Your body is frozen. It feels like it’s shutting down. The sense of numbness creeps wildly onto you, and the compelling weakness prevents you from screaming.

Then, you hear a woman’s voice through the silence.

“You dirty witch.”

Her voice is shrill, ringing in your ears as it reaches a deafening crescendo.

You cannot see anything. You yearn for the safety of your brother—the tears beg to cascade down your cheeks. Promptly, you see a ball of flame in the darkness, lit on a matchstick. It seemingly floats around aimlessly, drifting to you. Then, you see him. A man. Tall and looming as he creeps from the shadows. He holds the little match with a grim twist to the edge of his lips.

“You did this to him...So long, witch.”

He tosses the matchstick.

Flames engulf you.

Open. Your eyes are wide open.

Your heart is pounding, and so is your head, panic coursing through your body. It’s hard to see with the haunting images of the dream that is still very much clear in your mind. You’re curled under the sheets. It’s starting to feel like your whole body is burning, strangely parallel to being burned by a toss of a matchstick. The heat, your head, and your heart, it’s unbearable. It seizes you up in bed, head leaving the feather pillow as your eyes begin to adjust to the rest of the room. It’s not yours, you don’t recognise the clean white walls, the lace cream curtains hung by the window and the dresser by the foot of the table. It’s foreign and you cannot recall where you are or how you got here. Too many thoughts running through your head—it’s noisy and it's frustrating. Your eyes become glassy and once the first tear breaks free, the rest follows in an unbroken stream—The man, your brother, this...room. You feel lost.

Then, you hear the door creak, eyes flying across the room to find it ajar. Through the crack, you spot the familiar sight of the living room as the memories of last night come flooding back. The most absurd night of your life—magic, the attack, your brother, the letter and Theseus. You remember it all now.

You crawl out of bed, legs swinging over its edge, and you hobble across the hardwood floor. It squeaks with every step. Halting at the doorway, your eyes skirt across the expanse of the apartment. Nothing to be heard within its walls. No signs of life except your own.

Sunlight pours in through pristine ivory lace curtains, hung against tall and open windows. They give the room a sense of warmth, yellow hues against wooden furniture. They add colour to the brown of the wallpaper. It strangely feels like home, even if it’s not your own. It’s something you have never known before today.

Yet, the only thing that comes to your mind is to leave. When things are strange and possibly threatening, you always leave. It’s just a mere instinct.

You scurry around the place in search of your trench coat but to no avail. Instead, you are left admiring the little trinkets around the house—books on spells and charms, strange-looking documents, and photographs of two young boys. They move under your star-gazed eyes, caught up in mesmerisation of how once still photographs are seemingly and magically in motion, hung in frames on the wall. You almost took no notice of the lingering scent of toast until your stomach involuntarily grumbles in hunger. You find yourself drifting towards the kitchen.

It’s a small space, equipped with a stove under an array of cabinets and furnished with a table for two by a tiny window overlooking the street below. Then, you see it. A full English breakfast served on a white porcelain plate along with a steaming cup of tea that sits idly at the very centre of the wooden dining table.

You hear your insides rumble once more, protesting against your attempted abstinence.

God, you’re starving.

Perhaps one bite wouldn’t bring any harm.

As you swiftly slide onto the chair, you spot a note neatly tucked under the plate. You snatch it, only to find it addressed to you with your name inked in cursive lettering.

Gone to the Ministry in pursuit of urgent business. Breakfast and tea are for you. Do not be alarmed by the owl. He is a friend.

For your safety, do not step out of the apartment. I should be back in the evening. I’ll see you then.

Theseus.

Your eyes skim the sentence about the owl once more as you turn up to see a barn owl with feathers of cinnamon perched by the windowsill. His watchful eyes are trained solely on you. You wonder if owls in the magical world could read minds because this certain owl must know how torn you are between leaving and staying to make use of the breakfast prepared for you.

You don’t even know why you want to leave. You just have to.

Despite your true intentions, you know a single breakfast dish will be enough to sustain you for an entire week. What was supposed to be one bite turned into many more, your tastebuds indulging in the savoriness as you let yourself relish in enjoyment towards your appetite. You power through the meal, and the tea, like it’s your first and possibly your last in a matter of minutes as you attempt to eat away your regret for leaving the one person you almost trust.

Perhaps you are finding it hard to wrap your head around the fact that your life will never be the same again. You haven’t seen your brother since the war—it took you years to finally accept his fate, and now, he’s alive. But certainly not the same boy you used to know.

Everything from your past is now abruptly thrown at you when you spent so much time trying to bury it. It’s almost unfair to how you have carelessly found yourself in a situation so foreign yet so familiar. You are well versed in the strangeness of danger, the unknown happens to pressure you into flight or fight mode. Though kindness is what your heart wants, your fierce and stricken mind always depends on the flight for your safety and survival. Even when others tell you otherwise.

Don’t think about it. Just leave. It’s presumably for the betterment of everyone’s sake.

You make it a point to at least leave the now empty plate in the sink, cautiously avoiding the owl. The owl continues to watch you as you turn to leave out the doorway. You cast him a look, unable to fight the clenching of slight dejection in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter to the barn owl, lips curving in a small smile.

The owl simply flutters the feathers of his wings.

You hum with amusement, and your eyes instantly spot a clock hung by the corner of the kitchen.

Five minutes to four. Bloody hell. He would be here any minute now.

You find your coat hung on the arm of the chesterfield by the fireplace and your shoes by the doorway. As you hurriedly shrug it on, the front door creaks as you swing it open gently, peeking through the crack—an empty landing. The parquet flooring with wooden panels along the walls and the twisting staircases with similar wooden bannisters that lead to the floor above and below. There’s sunlight pouring down the staircase that leads to the top, you spot a window above, with intricately patterned grills of ebony. You don’t recall seeing that last night as you were wearily trudging your way up the steps.

There’s another flat across the landing, the door slightly ajar. There’s chattering.

You carefully slip out the door, and you hold your breath as you gently close the door with a silent thud. With a heavy sigh, you finally feel a sense of relief, but feeling as terrified as ever. You hadn’t figured out where you were going to go.

You’re back to square one.

“What are you doing here, young lady?“

The aged voice of an elderly woman hurls you from your racing thoughts. With wide eyes, you turn to see a small-statured woman with brushed silver hair styled in a firm bun that glints under the light like strands of golden thread. The sunlight casts shadows onto her face that cause her wrinkles that line the strength of her expression with even more prominence. It accentuates the raise of her brow as she stares at you with sharp eyes.

There’s a bird with brilliant colours for feathers, perched on her right shoulder who cocks its head as it echoes the same question the lady had just asked.

It's a parrot. You have only seen one in pictures.

You’re frozen in your stance, mouth agape with words wanting to leave your lips, but not knowing what words should leave in the first place. With one hand still on the door, you stare at her, blatantly confused.

“Are you alright?” she presses on, nearing you with growing curiosity. Again, the parrot repeats after her. You gulp, hoping that by wrecking your brain, you’ll be able to say something. However, in a state of panic and under this small and fierce lady’s watchful eye, your mind persists on blanking out, lips sealed shut. You watch her gaze flit between you and your hand on the door handle, an insistent look upon her face.

“Mrs Monet.”

A voice calls out from below, echoing through the stairwell. Your eyes immediately drift to a pair of familiar blue ones. His figure is at the foot of the stairs, peering up at you as he attempts to hide the bewilderment in his expression by shooting a smile to the older lady that now has a name. Mrs Monet lights up at the sight of him scurrying up the stairs, with what you realise is your suitcase in his grasp.

“Oh, Mr Scamander! How wonderful it is to see you!”

In an instant, she pulls him into a hug, leaving two pecks on either side of his cheek. The parrot echoes its owner.

“Your mother tells me she hasn’t heard from you since spring.” The lady has a tone of affectionate disapproval. She speaks to him like he is her own son. Theseus laughs nervously at the mention of his mother as he tries his best to manoeuvre to your side while keeping his distance from the parrot. “Well, I am mostly preoccupied with the Ministry.”

Mrs Monet clicks her tongue in slight irritation. “You mustn’t let those frog-brained ministers take over your life, my dear.”

Another nervous laugh, “You very well know I will never let that happen.”

Suddenly, her gaze returns to your still stunned look, gesturing to you. “And who is this young lady?”

You and Theseus share a look. You still look scared.

“Well, this is... a friend. She has come to visit London.”

In a silent moment, you watch Mrs Monet’s eyes move between the two of you as you wait for a reaction. You finally gain enough courage and common sense to flash her a faint smile. Then, a smirk grows upon her lips, eyes bright with amusement. She lets out a thrilling laugh.

“Oh, I understand. Yes, a friend indeed.” The lady whispers enthusiastically as she attempts to suppress her laughter of delight at this unknown epiphany that might suggest something more to you and Theseus’ relationship. “It is no wonder you are always so busy, my dear. Now, tell me, are you—”

“My apologies, Mrs Monet, but we really must be going.” Theseus somewhat politely interrupts her to prevent more questions from being asked and further risking exposing your true identity. You don't realise how his hand is on the handle of his already opened front door, palm briskly brushing against yours as his other hand finds your shoulder, guiding you back into the flat. Mrs Monet continues to press on or rather pester Theseus because as far as you are concerned, it seems that you’re the first woman she has ever seen crossing the threshold of his home. You still don’t say anything as Theseus bids his prying neighbour farewell with a tight smile and shuts the door behind you.

Once more, you return to the sight of a mellow household. Theseus is now standing across the way and by the settee, settling your suitcase on the woven carpet. You decide to fixate your gaze on your tethered shoes on the wooden flooring, creaking as he shifts in his stance.

“Why did you leave?” were the words that left his lips after a heavy exhale. His voice is soft, his tone confiding. You can feel his gaze on you.

You blink, a sudden realisation to the unknown purpose of you wanting to leave. Was it because you felt unsafe or for the first time, you felt truly safe?

"I am not certain how to answer that.”

Silence, a beat too long. You hear the movement of his feet. “Are you uncomfortable here?”

A chuckle escapes your lips, hinted with bitterness, purely directed towards yourself. “No. Not at all. Far from that. In fact, I feel right at home here. Truly.”

It’s the irony of wanting a home for a long time now, and when you finally feel at rest, it all seems a little too much for you to handle. You sigh, your fingers trailing the curve of your forehead as if to wipe the imaginary sweat from your skin. You feel anxious under his gaze, but in the best way possible. You want to be open, to stop hiding.

“Forgive me,” your voice cracks. “This is all—it’s a lot to take in.”

You wave a hand in the air, struggling to suppress the sudden urge to cry. You aren’t sad, just overwhelmed and frustrated. For a long time, you have been constantly pushed around, you had no control of your life. Now, when you finally had the chance of making a proper decision, you aren’t so sure if it was made in righteous aid or in vain.

Theseus looks at you with saddened eyes, heart-clenching at the sight of your distraught figure. It’s the stress and intricacy of settling in a puzzling environment, in a society where you are preferably not accepted. He never wished to see you this disheartened and threatened; you seem nice, sweet and extensively intelligent though you harbour issues from your personal life. It’s probably what makes you seem strong and accurately intuitive.

He approaches with caution until he sees the tears welling in your eyes with clarity. They are still focused on the ground.

“I understand the adjustment is tough, and we are asking you to do more than you should. If you have changed your mind since yesterday, I must say that you have every right to do so.”

He watches the crease of your brows deepen, eyes blinking rapidly with every deep inhale and exhale. Your gaze is cast to your left and towards the window, pupils shifting with the swaying of the withered branches of the tree outside with leaves of the colour orange. In the glow, your face seems bright though it perfectly presents fresh tears drifting across your cheek, the darkness upon your eyelids and a smudge of sauce from the baked beans of your breakfast.

He is glad you have at least eaten. It’s the least he could do if this were to be the last he will be seeing you. It’s a tug of disappointment although Theseus hasn’t quite realised the reason for his sudden and minor irrational feelings.

Another deep breath, your fingers find the trails on your cheeks, swiping them away vigorously. “It’s a first, in my life, that I finally feel I have a purpose. All I ever wanted was a place where I can find solace and see my brother once more. Now that I have the opportunity to have both, I find myself not knowing how to act or even to accept the kindness you have given me.”

You’re looking at him now. He has a fond look.

You swallow with every intention to pull yourself together and from the solemnity of your speech seconds ago, fingers now picking at the loose seam of your coat. “I am sorry for leaving as I had not been thinking straight this morning. I know it’s for my own protection, and I don’t want to die just yet. Bloody hell, I just had the best meal in my entire life, and I still thought fleeing was a better idea.”

Theseus finds himself smiling, laughing lightly at your tone of sudden implied hilarity. Then, he says your name, articulated with an enigmatic hint of endearment albeit you may have been imagining things.

"You don't have to apologise. We have nothing against muggles--non-magical folk, but a certain group does and they have eyes everywhere. I should have never left you alone without assuring you were well adjusted."

You nod, feeling reassured. “Then, that makes us even.”

“Well, not exactly," he chirps, lips quirking. "I did also save you from being discovered moments ago.”

You chuckle. “Right. Mrs Monet; the woman with the parrot. Thank you, I was lucky enough you showed up in time.”

Theseus clears his throat. “I wouldn’t call you lucky because she now thinks I am involved...with you.”

You frown. “Involved?”

A pause, clearing his throat once more. “Involved...romantically.”

You purse your lips, also growing silent. You feel the heat growing upon your cheeks.

“Oh.” is all you manage to muster in the sudden emerging tension wafting in the air between the two of you. Barely friends and barely strangers. You don’t have to answer, it would only make it worse. What was it to make it worse? Your already augmenting attraction for the man although you aren’t admitting anything, even to yourself or how you constantly spins at the thought of being among magic? You have a feeling it isn’t the latter.

He brings his right hand to his face, scratching his jawline, and you wring your fingers together. He seems to be on edge when he turns to look behind him, spotting your suitcase. His index finger extends, gesturing to it.

“Your suitcase.” He says even though it’s obvious.

Nevertheless, you simply nod, pursing your lips. Theseus’ gaze returns to rest on your face, blinking once then twice. You watch him with an expectant look when in reality, not actually what to expect.

“I should—I’ll run you a bath.”

And with that, he leaves, scurrying down the hallway towards the bathroom. When you hear the muffled sound of gushing water, beating against the porcelain of the tub, you subconsciously bring your arm to your nose, sniffing it. You stink, quite badly and now, you feel a little embarrassed.

Staggering back in your step, your back hits the door as you lean against it. You throw your head back, blinking up to the cream coloured ceiling as you attempt to steady your sudden erratic heart. You don’t recall ever experiencing this strange feeling. Could this be just an emerging sense of wanting to belong and be in the company of someone? No matter the circumstances, you’re just glad Theseus is very understanding of your situation.

For once, you want to stay for the sake of clarity, and Theseus is now your only clarity.

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