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theautisticfroglord · 9 months

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helpless

pairing - tiny Julius x reader (PLATONIC)

fic type - hurt-comfort

warnings - death (not major character), Julius in danger

notes - I have a lot of writing ambition lately!! enjoy :3

One fateful day, Julius was fighting the leader of the Eye of The Midnight Sun. Julius was the one that lost, after he saved the kingdom with his magic. Julius passed away after this fight. When you found out, you were heartbroken. Your mind was racing, your boyfriend had died in such a sudden and unexpected way.

Unbeknownst to you, an old magic item would save him. When it activated, it brought Julius’s body back with the 13 years of time he had stored in it. You were concerned, but overjoyed to see him back, though it would be a bit awkward to be romantic with him because of his appearance. You still loved him for who he is, not by his looks.

One day, the kingdom was attacked. The attack wasn't large-scale, but still serious. The castle was only lightly damaged, and the Magic Knights took care of it quickly. Though, something else happened.

“Who are you…?” Julius asks, scared of what will happen next. Julius is on the ground, his body bruised. He’s practically unable to use any magic in his small form.

“Well… You won't be alive to know that, will you?” The tall man in the dark cloak chuckles. His face is mostly covered by the robe. Julius trembles at how scared he is at the fact that he can't do anything to stop the man himself.

The man begins to get closer to Julius with his weapon. Then, he suddenly stops. The man falls to the ground, blood oozing out of his chest area. You run up to the small wizard king in a panic.

“Oh my goodness, sweetie, you're hurt! I'm so, so, sorry I couldn't make it quicker, thank goodness you're not hurt too badly,” you whisper, cradling him in your arms, petting his fluffy blond hair. You notice the noises outside have calmed down as your device starts to chime. You pick it up nervously.

“Y/N, are you alright?” your captain asks through the device.

“Y-yes, I'm fine, I believe I have stopped the leader. The Wizard King is safe,” you answer, looking down at Julius, noticing how upset he looks.

“That's good. We believe we have all the perpetrators detained. Bring the leader to us, if you can,” your captain answers before hanging up. You feel too nervous to leave Julius alone, even though it's safe.

“Come with me… I'm worried about you, we also need to heal you,” you whisper to Julius, and he nods in response as you help him up, making sure he can walk.

You use your magic to transport the leader, who is most likely close to death or even already gone. You still bring him, so they can investigate who the leader was. You hold Julius’s hand the whole way there. Once you reach the place where everyone is, they take the man away.

“Good job, Y/N, we'll take it from here. Take the wizard king to a safer place,” the knights insist. You go back to the castle, and take Julius to his room. His injuries are minor so he doesn't need to go to the infirmary. You get him into comfortable clothes.

“You've been quiet, sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask, innocently kissing his bruises.

“I'm fine, Y/N,” Julius mumbles, trying to hide his voice shaking from how upset he is. You notice, and look up at him with worry in your eyes. You sit next to him, wrapping your arms around his tiny body. Julius accepts the hug shyly, tearing up. You feel him start to cry in your arms.

“Tell me what's wrong, honey…” You whisper patiently. You slip your fingers into his soft blond hair to calm him. Once he stops crying, you wrap a blanket around him.

“I f-feel useless… I didn’t h-help anyone, I just g-got in the way… I even had to be saved because I c-couldn’t fight,” Julius murmurs, sniffling between words.

“Julius… you couldn’t help because of your body, it wasn’t your fault… you did the best you can, my little fawn…” you whisper assuringly, holding his tiny hand. He smiles softly at how protected he feels around you.

“Thank you, Y/N… I needed that,” Julius whispers. You remember how he used to cuddle you exactly like this when he was sad. You’re thankful he hasn’t changed apart from his appearance. You cup his cheeks in your hands.

“You’re so cute, so tiny… fluffy baby…” you tease, squishing his cheeks. He blushes and pouts at how you’re babying him. He’s thankful that you still love him, just in a different way than before.

“Remember that I’m an adult on the inside, Y/N,” Julius chuckles lightheartedly as you continue pinching his cheeks.

“You’re so little, though… cute little fawn,” you softly mumble to him as you hold his hands. You adore how small he is in your arms, how oversized his shirt is on him is the cutest thing to you.

“Are you comfortable, little one?” you ask, remembering how he got hurt.

“I’m ok, my body still hurts a little, though,” Julius sighs as you bury your face in his hair.

“I’m sorry to hear that, honeybun… do you want to take a nap? You need some rest,” you murmur to him. He nods in response and presses his little face in your neck. You feel him drift off to sleep in your arms.

“Sweet dreams, tiny…” you whisper softly to him, rocking him in your arms.

#black clover #anime #cute #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #tiny julius #platonic #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #fanfic #my writing #black clover fanfiction #black clover sotwk #kawaii #soft #tw death mention

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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a “blink and you’ll miss it” moment

So uh 💀 you remember how Deuce got possessed by a ghost in Endless Halloween Night?? Well—

***CONTENT WARNING: mentions of death and kidnapping (more specifically, child abduction).***

... Isn’t that implying that a child died young?

First of all, consider that the behavior of the ghost is very juvenile. They’re distressed, and their immediate instinct is to express that distress by crying and calling out for their mother. While it’s possible that it’s an adult ghost (crying and calling out for a parental figure isn’t behavior that is restricted solely to young children), it’s also their choice of vocabulary that gives the impression of a kid. The ghost complains about being tired, scared, and, most telling of all, claims that he has a “boo-boo”. Even Sebek, the first character to notice the crying, mistakes it as belonging to that of a child.

Something else that’s kind of odd is that the ghost makes strange assumptions about Sebek, Trey, and Rook. Whereas the other ghosts are mainly adults who assume the NRC boys are attacking them, stealing from them, and/or intruding on their territory, the ghost that possesses Deuce thinks that Rook and co. are planning on KIDNAPPING him. Rook talks about his handkerchief was soiled because he had used it while sitting on a grave earlier, so he isn’t able to offer it to wipe Deuce’s tears and snot now. This causes the ghost to freak out, accusing Rook of planning on putting the handkerchief over his mouth to kidnap him.

That’s... weird, right? Why would a little kid suspect such a thing unless their parents instilled fear of unknown people in them... or the kid experienced it themselves? Because while I’ve heard of parents warning their kids to stay away from strangers, I’ve scarcely heard of parents going into explicit detail about HOW a kid would be abducted. And not only that, but the reaction was so visceral; the ghost immediately runs away (and, in the battle, says he “doesn’t want to fight”).

Following the battle, Sebek and Deuce’s sprites are very close, and the animation that plays for their 2D live rigs implies that Sebek has a hold on Deuce or is restraining him in some way. This is what gets the ghost possessing Deuce to snap and finally decide to leave the body--being restrained by someone far larger and far stronger than they are.

Upon the ghost’s departure, they say that they’re going “back to mama”, which implies one of two things: either the mom also died with her child, OR that the mom eventually died of old age and reunited with them. Either way, it’s super morbid to think about, especially if we (hypothetically) accept that the child not only died young, but was also traumatized via a kidnapping before their death.

asudffoyifeqebpfhdbsai I’M PROBABLY OVERTHINKING IT 😅 but hey, it’s something interesting, isn’t it? I doubt I can wrestle meaning and/or implications of death for every single ghost that possesses a NRC student (like... how am I supposed to get anything out of “Lollipop the Candy Fairy”???), but Deuce’s ghost was definitely one that “stood out” to me.

#Deuce Spade #twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #Rook Hunt #Sebek Zigvolt #Trey Clover #tw // kidnapping #tw // child abduction #tw // death

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wild-moss-art · 1 year

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I think it’s interesting how the main protagonist deaths in rwby have all been framed as a personal choice. Cinder tells pyrrha not to follow her, penny asks jaune, and now ruby drinks the tea. Now I definitely have thoughts on that stuff but right now I want to talk about the choice to die versus the choice to live.

All our “good guys” choose to die for the cause, or choose to die because the cause is hopeless. While the main antagonist, salem, specifically does NOT choose death and her story is about her defiance of death. Death is framed as not necessarily a good thing, but a thing that happens to good people. Jaune lived long enough to see himself become the villain, mirroring Salem’s story. Summer hasn’t died, which is framed as worse than if she had.

Then there is the theme of rebirth. Rebirth is framed as a bad thing, a sort of torture, an inability to escape the inevitability of death in any of your lives. Ozpin is not coping. Penny was brought back to life, and then brought back again, and it was all futile because in the end she still chose to die. Alyx used the tree’s rebirth to sacrifice(?) her brother.

Ultimately, ruby will be reborn in the tree, which I can only conclude is going to be a catastrophically bad thing. She will not use this rebirth to let go of her sorrows and instead will be shaped by them, becoming something worse. Maybe wby will have to fight her. I don’t know.

#rwby #rwby v9 spoilers #tw suicide #tw major character death #I welcome thoughts #ruby rose #Pyrrha nikos #penny polendina #cinder fall #salem rwby #ozpin rwby #jaune arc #summer rose #rwby spoilers #umm I did leave out adam ironwood and clover but I think those deaths served a different narrative purpose #but to some extent those three were all fallen/corrupted heroes who lived too long

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collabwithmyself · 10 months

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Ghost Trick!Friday doesn't remember shit about who she was in life, so she's actually inadvertently dropped her habit of keeping one eye closed, and she's a lot more vocal about how she feels without a lifetime of shame to pressure her into shutting up. It also means she's a lot more snarky towards people she'd normally be deferential to, even if she's still determined to help them.

⚠️ ghost trick spoilers

...is that really her, though?

#collab doodles #collab ocs #ghost trick au #friday #biohazard #jackie #holstein #hitoshi #seth #clover #death #death tw

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telefonemast · 2 months

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Count the days where I felt whole

This is my first time writing literally anything lmao, I'm editing and posting stuff semi-consistently. If u take some time to read this, thank you! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53395966/chapters/135145096)

- Starts shortly before the Ceroba fight in true pacifist. As Clover is haunted by fragments of past resets as he goes through the underground. He's been able to push forward so far, but when he's betrayed by the only person who hasn't killed him yet, will he finally snap? Ceroba has been planning this moment for a while now, and although she's gotten a bit attached to her human companion, she knows what she has to do. But in the end, will she stop herself from repeating past mistakes, or will she follow through? Cringe description, ik, but what I'm putting here isn't super long, and I have more planned, so if you stop to read this at all I'd be over the moon! As I said before, this is still mostly WIP, the story isn't going to change, but I'm trying to improve, any and all constructive criticism is welcome (please, I need feedback)

Since falling down, Clover’s original purpose of finding the fallen children had slowly faded to the background. He wasn’t stupid, he was able to quickly figure out rather quickly that the missing humans were long dead. With nowhere to go back to, and his purpose gone, for a while, Clover just decided to allow Flowey to drive him forward. He knew Flowey was lying to him, but the flower clearly needed Clover for something, and that was reason enough for him.

He learned early on that almost every encounter started with a fight. Clover was able to peacefully resolve each run-in with some fast footwork and quick thinking. The battles were even a bit entertaining in their own way, and it never felt like there was any real malice directed towards him.

However, the monsters he encountered didn’t seem to register the fact that his body was fragile. He didn’t blame them, most of them probably had no idea how weak human children were. But, as he made his way through the Dark Ruins, it became more and more difficult for him to emerge unscathed. He figured out that he could heal himself with food after an encounter in Snowdin, where a crab monster had pinched his arm hard enough to pierce skin; and since then his supply of items had started to dwindle.

The first peaceful interaction he had with any monster, aside from Toriel, was at the Snowdin Resort. Most of the monsters had never even seen a human, and those that had were simply curious. The more he talked with them, the more he realized that the monsters had been trapped down here unfairly, unjustly. He saw it in their eyes, a buried despair that was only barely covered by a facade of optimism. Most of them had nothing to do with the war, let alone the fallen children; so why had they been left down here to rot? Finally he had real purpose, something worth working towards no matter how vague and impossible the task seemed.

He pressed on, doing his best to shoulder a portion of their burden so that he could give them a fraction of the happiness they had been robbed of. So that he wouldn’t be forgotten.

The first time he died was during what he thought was his first encounter with Martlet. During his battle with the blue bird monster, a feather had gotten dangerously close to his soul. He blinked, and for a split second he saw the feather he had just dodged pierce clean through his left arm, causing him to fall to his knees in pain. While he was preoccupied with the unexpected wound, another feather slammed through his forehead, snapping him back to the present, blinking away tears at the sudden phantom pain.

Afterwards the visions became more prevalent, MUCH more prevalent. Every encounter brought with it a near constant onslaught of memories that Clover forced himself to ignore.

I've only gotten this far because of it right? Without this pain I wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything, without this curse I wouldn’t be useful to anyone.

Besides, he could take it, he had to.

He tried to convince himself that Starlo, Martlet, and the others hadn’t meant to kill him in those memories. It was just his fault for being incompetent, he was doing enough that they didn't want him dead. Right?

As much as he desperately wanted to open up to his new companions, being with them only caused him to spiral deeper into the pit of doubt he had dug.

The only exception was Ceroba. She may not have been the most compassionate monster, but Clover felt an odd type of assurance when he was with her. He sympathized with her quest to obtain justice for her daughter Kanako, and without her he would have died, or at least died more than he already had, attempting to navigate the Steamworks.

However, the biggest reason Clover felt at ease with Ceroba wasn’t because of what she had done, but because of what she hadn’t. When he was with her, he didn’t have to worry about having memories of false death's flash before his eyes.

She was calm, collected, and for some reason cared about him enough to protect him during their journey together. After she began to open up more about her daughter, Clover found himself wishing he had a parent like her to protect him, to make him feel worth something.

Clover knew good things never lasted forever, but was it really too much to hope that she could care for someone like him? ______________________________________________________________________

Pink leaves floated slowly through the air, pushed steadily to the ground by the whispering wind. Clover stands up to face Ceroba, stopping only to quickly glance at the prone forms of Martlet and Starlo. Ceroba stared down at him, eyes filled with a dark determination.

“Clover… I… I'm sorry for what I've done.”, Ceroba’s voice sounded almost uncertain now, a stark contrast to the anger and conviction moments prior, “I almost wish you never showed up in the Wild East. Maybe then I could've continued to bury my sorrows in the Saloon.”

Clover's gaze was locked onto the Kitsune, one of the few people he thought he could consider safe.

“But now... I must follow through with my mission. I've somehow grown to respect the hell out of you but… At the end of the day, you're naive. There is so much you don't understand about monsters. What, did you think you'd jump down here and find them? Five humans, living out their lives, unharmed… That isn't how it works.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Clover whispered, he may be a child, but he wasn’t stupid.

Ceroba continued, “Then what? Was your plan to plead for a free ticket back to the Surface? He only needs two more SOULS to shatter the barrier. Wouldn't hesitate for a SECOND to make that one. But who am I to criticize how he carries out business?”

Her head jerked back and a tense laugh escaped her mouth, “Here I am about to do the very same thing I am a hypocrite. I am no better than Asgore on a scale of morality, I'm sure of it. But what I am, is proactive. Truthfully… I have nothing left in life, so I've made peace with throwing it away.” At this, some of the tension drains from Ceroba’s face, but only for a moment as she locks eyes with Clover.

“Nothing left? You had Starlo! You had the gang, the town!” Clover screamed.

You had me.

But it was clear that Ceroba wasn’t listening anymore.

“You'll fight back, but you can't forever. Goodbye.”

Clover gripped the handle of his toy gun as he prepared to draw. He thought back to his battles with Starlo, Martlet, the Feisty Five… Even if the resets had taken a toll on him, he truly believed that they didn’t want him dead, that they cared.

Now, he was facing down the one person who seemed to realize that he was a child, someone who had helped him without killing him; and now she wanted him dead.

Ceroba twirled her tasseled staff through the air and Clover yanked his gun out of its holster. His soul appeared, and the small rooftop faded to monochrome… and for the first time in Ceroba’s presence, his vision went black.

In the memory, a ball of beautiful crimson flame burst from the ground behind him, striking through his chest and killing him instantly. Clover braced himself for the phantom pain that usually accompanied each vision, only to scream out as his entire body burned with the heat of a flame that wasn’t there.

His vision flashed black again, this time he was hit from the front, another flash, from the sky this time. Body and eyes alight in agony, another scream tore itself from his mouth as countless visions, countless deaths piled on top of each other. Clover stared up at Ceroba with wide eyes, panting with exertion even though the fight hadn’t even begun.

Tipping the brim of his hat down so it covered his eyes, Clover realized that this wasn’t a fight he could win by deescalating, this was a duel for survival, and Ceroba wanted him dead.

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kogetaikid · 1 month

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(TW!!! Mild Gore/Death/UTY Spoilers)

(P.S. Take this with a grain of salt. I used the wrong leaf color by accident because i couldn't find a better reference image and didn't know until I flattened the whole artwork :/ Sorry!)

💛...

💛I'll...be okay

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winterstaryu · 20 days

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After my mom died, I found a blog she ran from like, 2006-2011.

It was insane to read, honestly. She talked about the neglect like it was just something that happened. We never had enough food, she felt guilty. She still left us alone.

There's one post, talking about how GRATEFUL she was to have such independent kids, that she was able to leave for a week to go to a conference and we were all fine at our grandparents.

I remember that week. I remember not really knowing where she was, but knowing that my Dad was angry about it. I remember being so homesick I couldn't stop crying.

And another one, about how she 'pulled off' leaving us alone for 24hrs while she was at a birth. My oldest brother watched us for most of it, he was 15 and there were 5 of us, the youngest was 2.

I just. I remember the time CPS was called to check on us. I was 14, it was a Wednesday, we were on our way to my grandmother's house, and I told her that I was worried about my siblings too. My brother was almost 9 and still couldn't read.

She pulled over to the side of the freeway, and told me that if that was how I felt, I could get out and walk home. Sitting there, with the cars rushing past us and my siblings sobbing in the back seat, was probably the most scared I've ever been in my life. I apologized, and begged her to keep driving.

She told me she couldn't believe she'd just spent $500 on me. It was for treatment for my scoliosis.

I. There isn't a point here, it's just. All

been on my mind lately

#a clover? a talking clover!?#neglect #parental death #tw abuse #just in case?

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chaoticsorceressztc · 4 months

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I know that's not how the song goes but I was doing it by memory

(The song is In Our Bedroom After The War)

#artwork #art #drawing #digital art #chaoticart #Undertale #undertale yellow #Clover #asriel #asriel dreemurr #Flowey #That's Justice for you #After all Undertale Yellow implied Blue soul was a killer #tw implied death #tw suffocation

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dark-nymph3t · 4 months

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Hey Libby, I just want to start off by saying im so proud of you, I may not know you or your relationship with your Grandpa personally...but judging from the post you wrote about him...he seemed very important to you and meant alot to you...Im sure he is very proud of you and watching over you everyday, regardless of what you do, even if you make a mistake or feel like you are losing yourself...I know for a fact your grandpa would still love you for who you are and nothing...not even your flaws or mistakes would change that.

Merry Christmas Libby 🎄🌟 I wish you a lovely holidays if you celebrate it or not and a happy new year 💕💕💕💕

If you dont celebrate then I hope you have lovely rest of your 2023...you deserve a nice break my friend.

Take care of yourself, remember to drink water and eat food, and to give yourself a pat on the back (:-)

Hi Clover, merry Christmas, I hope you had a wonderful day and you took care of yourself <3

Honestly, I’m a massive mess right now. I was very close to my grandpa and I’m really really upset. He died on Christmas on his birthday, and just, I’m really fucking sad. I love him so much, he is the soul of my soul and I’m honestly just so tired of losing people. Four of my family members have died in the past year and I’m exhausted, emotionally and physically. I miss him, there’s a massive hole in my heart where he was and I just want to lay down and scream and cry.

Take care of yourself, and happy New Year. May 2024 be more kind to all of us.

#ask #ask box #ask response #friend ask #friend response #Clover <3 #tw death #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw loss of a grandparent #tw vent #tw rant

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fluffle-writes · 1 year

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Night Raven Cemetery AU - Meet Heartslabyul!

Part 2 of the Night Raven Cemetery AU. This stars the Heartslabyul squad, I hope you enjoy! And feel free to let me know what you think about the AU!

CW - Death - Death Mentions - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Descriptions of Rotting - Angst

The Heartslabyul sector of the Cemetery houses vast fields of blooming, red roses and beautiful pathways and well-kept graves and tombstones. There's an emphasis on cleanliness and rule following in the area, and it's quickly learned that it's for one's own good that you follow such rules...

This area is a homage to the great rose Kingdom, the architecture of fountains and the abundant flowers throughout the gardens all sporting a sea of bright red not quite shaking the coldness that comes so naturally to places that hold so much death and sadness...

I wonder... Who may we meet in such a place...

Riddle Rosehearts - Banshee

A fearsome spirit of a young man who roams the rose mazes that contain the graves of those hailing from the kingdom of Roses. He appears around the Cemetery in somewhat of a pattern, which only really differs during significant events or changes in weather. Regardless, his movements can be fairly predictable if you learn the rules that he follows, which result in him being easy to avoid or find depending on your goals.

One of the most important rules that all must follow is the rule that the mazes must remain silent between 9pm and 12pm every weekend. During this time, all that can be heard is the distraught screams and cries of a single voice - recognisable as that of the banshee. If anyone else is to speak during this time, then they'd better run unless they wish to lose their heads…

Riddle is most likely to attack people who are loud, even if their mannerisms are cheerful and kind hearted. It's always the loud ones who get on his nerves first, although the quickest way to get on his bad side is to break a nonsensical rule or argue against them, even if you didn't know the rule in the first place.

His aggression is easily settled by offerings of tarts or tea, as long as they are allowed at that time. He definitely favours sweets, despite denying that fact if it’s ever brought up while he’s around. Other ways to placate him include: Gifting him red roses (white will anger him further), playing with hedgehogs that may appear on your path, or even singing him the crocodile song!

Most, if not all, of his victims tried to tackle him alone. While he isn’t fast, he’s certainly swift and powerful in his judgement with a ‘punish now, speak later’ attitude. If they’re lucky, his victims may come out alive with bruises or cuts around their neck. However, in the case of someone breaking a particularly important rule (such as causing a ruckus during the three hour silence each night) their bodies are often found by ther coworkers the next day… They never do manage to figure out where the heads go, though...

The last thing most of his victims ever hear is his shrill cry of ‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!’

When he takes his visible form, he may often be covered in thorny roses, with blackened blood leaking from wherever the thorns appear to pierce skin. His clothing is regal, and holds an air of power despite their tattered state as if they had been torn by thorns akin to the ones coating his papery white skin. Records in the morgue state that his corpse was found entangled in thorns of rose bushes in the middle of winter, and he had died of hypothermia hours before he had been found.

Whenever he’s present, regardless of whether or not Riddle has made himself visible or is angry, there’s always an unsettling coldness that can be felt (particularly around one’s neck)

Once he grows close to a person, he may choose to follow them closely on some days. You’ll usually be able to tell that he’s there by the frigid air, even on sunny days.

Sometimes, albeit very rarely, you may be able to observe him from a distance. He’ll play and run through the rose bushes as he hadn’t been able to do as a child. Seeing his smile will bring a feeling of deep grief to the hearts of anyone that sees it - a deep-rooted feeling borne from his tragically early death.

His control over the spirits of the Rose Kingdom is born from his desperation to have some level of control after his death, with the three hours of silence enforced to allow him to cry out and mourn all who have died by his hand with only the silence of nightfall to accompany the harrowing sound.

Trey Clover - Poltergeist

This poltergeist boasts an intimidating appearance, being fairly tall and often enshrouded by shadows with piercing eyes that follow you around. Weaker, smaller, or more mild-mannered people are most likely to spot him in their peripheral vision. Especially before the banshee approaches where they are or if they're unknowingly breaking one of his many rules. He's hard to find if you want to single him out, but there isn't much reason to actively attempt to avoid him unless he finds your behaviour particularly entertaining...

Trey is far more docile than some other spectres that stalk amongst the rose bushes of Heartslabyul - although that's not to say that he's completely harmless...

Those who may find treats unattended, or a spread of delectable tarts and pastries, and decide to help themselves may just earn his ire if he's not repaid for such casual thievery.

This particular poltergeist is a master of illusionary tricks. He'll drive his prey mad with sounds that they'll belive to be in their head, shadowy movements out the corners of their eyes, things swapping places and changing colours so subtly that they can't tell if it's actually happening or if they're making it all up in their heads...

Those who get it worst are the ones who are openly malicious. Be it disrespecting graves, talking ill of the dead, or mocking those weaker than themselves where he may be able to see - these victims are most likely to disappear the moment they're caught alone in the Rose gardens.

The only remains anyone's been able to find are scribbled out images of the missing person. These drawings - or 'doodles' if you will - are to be sent to the crematorium upon being found. We don't want a repeat of Clover Incident IV...

Of course, he may be reasoned with. He'll often offer those who have only toed the line of his temper chances to redeem themselves in the forms of hastily scribbled lists and rough drawings. Complete tasks and fetch items for him and he'll become far more docile than before...

It's odd how often the items he asks for are always cooking ingredients...

His visible form differs depending on how he feels towards the person he is visible to.

To strangers and enemies, he is a messy, writing mass of scribbles taking humanoid form that looks just a little bit wrong. Perhaps some parts of his torso bulge out a bit too far, perhaps his arms or neck are too long. The difference for these two groups are his eyes - a honey-like golden shine to a warm, curious gaze often meets newcomers... Whereas his enemies get the cold, withering stare tainted with a red all too close to the colour of blood...

Friends will see a truer form. A young boy will stand before them, still intimidatingly large in size, however part of that is attributed to what covers him. Swathes of herbs and greenery burst forth from him as vines wrap around his arms and clovers form a clover-shaped mark on his face... What was once enshrouded by the cloak of his powers is shown clearly to those he may trust. Just ignore the black ink that leaks from where the stems meet his skin. None who ask about it are ever met with a kind fate...

You'll know he's there when you pick up a scent floating on the wind. The smell of burnt pastries and charred herbs can be picked up on no matter how much he likes a person, choking those who stay around him for too long with the overwhelming scent.

He may sometimes be encountered in the main living quarters on the cemetery, mostly in the kitchen. You shouldn't use the oven or stove tops when he's around, as it can be garuntee that any attempt to turn on the device will result in the poltergeist immediately switching it back off and making the air hum until it feels as if your eardrums are about to implode. (Although this only seems to happen to people he grows fond of.)

Observing him from afar may show him in a new light, head turned up to look at clouds lazily rolling across the sky, or looking at each and every detail of a rose cupped in his hands as he takes a moment to drift into the calm that can settle over the cemetery when everything is quiet.

If a living person who he's fond of attracts the ire of Riddle, its likely that they may be seen together. Any time they've been spotted at such times, they've both fled from any witnesses. The person always dies the next day in the same, brutal way as all the others. Trey goes missing for up to six months after any of these occurrences.

Cater Diamond - Oni

One of the more odd spirits found in the gardens of Heartslabyul. This spirit will often cause a ruckus in the presence of people - be they visitors or the usual Groundskeepers for the area. Several warnings have been issued to newer staff members to not record any acts of the Oni (or any spirits in general) as it seems that such attention may only encourage such behaviour. We're lucky that this particular Oni is far less violent that other spirits of the same type... Then again, it's not like he isn't dangerous. This is Night Raven Cemetery, after all...

Cater is the spirit in Heartslabyul that's most likely to cause a ruckus. Throwing around a red substance that we all like to hope is paint (but never test for fear that we may be wrong), pushing and shoving workers so they may stumble into rose bushes or fountains, and simply badgering anyone he feels like bothering for attention. These acts are always paired with cheeky laughter, although it's important to note that people who are subject to these pranks are usually not harmed too seriously.

Unlike what some may think, ignoring him is a one-way trip to a shitty time. Anyone who tries to turn their head and stay quiet whenever met by his pranks will have the treatment change from teasing, to overbearing, to relentless, to downright murderous.

Cater likes flashier tricks and pranks when it comes to messing with mortals. Anything that makes him stand out and makes people look at him! He's seen workers come and go - they're all temporary, ever-changing and he's unlikely to get attached as quickly as others seem to...

Ignore him enough and you'll soon learn that Cater doesn't quite limit himself on what may be too far with his little 'pranks' - pushing the boundaries over and over while seemingly no longer caring if he gets a satisfying reaction from his victims.

His tricks will morph into deadly 'accidents.' Knives being dropped down on someone from high up, toppled structures that land where they were standing just moments before. Even if they do start reacting at this point, and let's be honest who wouldn't, Cater isn't one to stop once he's finally able to have some fun.

A few workers have been landed in the infirmary due to his behaviour, and it's suspected that many of the 'accidents' around the Heartslabyul grounds are his doing - although there's no concrete evidence to support those suspicions...

His visible form is quite unique in the sense that... it's almost like there's multiple copies of the Oni in front of you - diamond markings on a sickly pale face as multiple forms merge together and mesh in and out of one-another. He's constantly shifting and moving, one moment towering over you with a cruel grin and another, looking up at you with eyes that look too sad, too human, too young.

His form is much more honest if he's fond of you - showing up in pictures with a peppy smile (even if the warping and twisting within the image is a thing of nightmares. At least he's happy!)

The scent that follows him is nauseating, as if someone tried to disguise the smell of diseased, rotting meat with candies and cakes that only festered and grew into an intoxicating stench of choking sweetness and disgusting rot. It's only too overwhelming when he's close enough to touch you, and it seems that he enjoys your struggles when he grapples onto you for the fun of it.

If you're sneaky enough, you may catch a glimpse of a moment that feels... almost personal. Just the young boy standing alone to look out to the distance, and humming a gentle, yet unrecognisable melody. It's likely the most human-looking form anyone will ever see from him. And the last thing they'll ever see.

He's the only notable Heartslabyul spirit that doesn't quite latch onto living companions. He simply acts as if his favourite little victim never existed as he moves onto the next one. He's never been observed becoming close to the living since the disappearance of that man who worked the gardens when he first took form...

Ace Trappola - Poltergeist

This little shit is an avid trickster around the gardens, albeit far less dangerous and violent than the resident Oni. He's one of the newer spirits in the cemetery - having taken form within the last year compared so his 'seniors', some of which who have remained in the gardens for decades. Being one of the younger spirits makes him more volatile when someone attracts his ire, so it's advised that newer staff members avoid him when they can to avoid such issues.

Ace is a tricky ghost, managing to get close to people without them noticing his presence until he decides to make himself known - be it by shoving his hand into their back and sending a brief freezing sensation through their neck, poking their sides to make them flinch, or yelling suddenly when it's quiet to see them jump.

(He does have a tell for when he's nearby though, with the wind picking up and ruffling nearby plants and shrubbery in a way that it creates a sound almost akin to laughter.)

Similar to Cater, Ace craves the reactions of his prey (as is common among prankster type ghosts) and will also become more pushy if someone refuses to acknowledge him. However, Ace's differences start in how he approaches these particular people - instead seeing if they may react to him messing with other people nearby, or perhaps to other tricks and surprises he can muster up - instead of the desperate violence that the Oni's actions may develop into.

Instead, Ace's victims are often those who antagonise the poltergeist. Be it disrespecting graves while he's around, implying that he's powerless because he's young and can only pull juvenile pranks, or even going as far as to mention how nobody ever seems to come to visit him...

These people sign themselves up for a living hell the moment they cross these lines. And you'll know when it happens - when the wind picks up so much that you have to battle against it, and the coldness whips against your skin like daggers gliding across it.

His cold touches will become jabs of icy pain throughout their body leaving a lasting chill that they can't seem to shake for hours - as if they had been sat out in a blizzard with no forms of protection. The playful jabs to the side that once tickled slightly will feel like their sides had been gouged out with a blunt weapon, even when there's no wounds to be seen, the pain remaining for days. These victims may even find themselves waking up standing outside whenever it rains at night, soaked to the bone and likely to suffer from a cold the next day.

Most who are subject to this treatment don't actually die, instead being driven away from the island and quitting their jobs. Ace has already managed to drive away many employees of the cemetery, all of whom had been muttering about the pay not being worth that hell and rubbing at wounds that never even existed in the first place.

No deaths have been reported to have been caused by this spirit... However, its suspected that the disappearances of the cleaning crew who dumped that bucket of dirty water on Yuu may be caused by the poltergeist.

His visible form can be seen by anyone he decides to prank, being one of the more 'normal' looking ghosts in the cemetery - which van be attributed to the fact that he still clings to his old identity from when he was alive. There are still marks left by his death, of course. The ring around his neck where a viscous, black ink leaks from what looks like a wound (as if his head had been separated from his body at some point) is an example of such marks.

Befriending the poltergeist can actually end up being rather easy if you know what to do. If you take a pack or two of playing cards with you to the rose gardens, and chances are he'll seek you out himself. Playing games with him and sharing card tricks is the fastest, and best, way to befriend the spirit.

Don't be surprised if he chases off others who may want to join, it's a normal behaviour for younger ghosts to be possessive of mortals they grow fond of.

Befriending Ace will cause some changes around you - the constant soft breeze and feeling of eyes watching you constantly being the biggest changes. Its almost as if he has his eyes on you, even if he isn't visible...

He gets... Protective, to say the least...

If you see him from a distance, he may not notice you, and you'll be able to see him fiddling with whatever playing cards he's managed to snag from unsuspecting workers. He's often playing some sort of game or trying to get this one trick right that he's never quite managed to do...

Ignore the tears he keeps wiping away...

Out of all the spirits in this sector, he's the only one who will actively fight against the banshee to protect mortals, where others would usually back down or turn a cheek. The first time he failed to protect someone from Riddle, the hurricanes made it nearly impossible to work in the nearby areas of the cemetery. He's mellowed out now that he's grown used to the actions of the banshee, but issues may continue to arise if he gets as attached again.

Deuce Spade - Revenant

Deuce is another young spirit, but a lot more melancholy and well behaved unless he's accompanied by the troublesome poltergeist Ace. It seems that most of the time, when encountered alone, the Revenant is docile, just silently observing. But his anger, when it rears it's ugly head, is explosive and destructive. The landscaping team has already had to rebuild a few pathways... Avoid talking to this one, but if you must, then remain kind and patient. else you may meet a grisly fate...

Deuce is well behaved and often trails after Ace or Trey, as he is the current youngest spirit within the Heartslabyul gardens. Whenever he causes issues, it's likely that Ace isn't too far away. you'll likely be jostled or shoved by the revenant - although when he's angry the aches can become bruises or breaks.

He seems to prefer kinder or sweeter members of staff - those who respect animals around the gardens and visitors who may be around. Delinquents are the one he's most likely to bother with nudges, that turn to pushes, that turn into shoves that are just slightly too close to the edge of a pond...

If they continue with callousness and mistreatment of others even after his warnings, he's much more likely to become more terribly violent and enraged. What once were shoves become a barrage of punches and kicks.

The worst injuries from this spirit were sustained by a gardener that threatened a bird's nest in one of the bushes in the gardens - the injuries made him unrecognisable if it hadn't been for his name badge. So don't harm any birds eggs unless you want your funeral to be closed casket ceremony...

Having him nearby makes your heart race and muscles tense, as if there's a lurking danger or a fight about to break out. The uncontrollable tenseness and discomfort as if your fight-or-flight response has taken hold of your being only intensifies with his anger.

His visible form is almost... Forgettable? You definitely feel like you see his face when you look at him, but when you look away, all you can recall is the colour of his eyes boring into you and the dark smudge dripping from one eye like blood... It's almost as if the memory of his face has faded so much that it's lost from his current appearance.

When he's angry, though, hair that was once midnight blue pales into a shocking pale blonde and becomes completely untamed, and the green of his eyes intensifies into an enraged gaze that makes it feel as if there's a crushing weight on top of you - with them being the only visible feature on his face.

Be kind to him, and be kind to the gardens, then you'll have a fairly docile spectre who may even manage to fend off other, more threatening spirits. (Although, he may learn the hard way just how strong Riddle is if you cross the most powerful ghost in the gardens. He may be loyal in defending you, but he is not all-powerful. let's make sure that's not a lesson that he has to learn any time soon.)

When he thinks he's alone, you may be able to spot him fiddling with a handful of flowers, weaving them together into flower crowns. And if he's fond enough of you, he'll probably even gift you one, with a soft murmur about how his mother taught him how to make them.

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I've all but just forgotten

pairing - Yami Sukehiro x William Vangeance

fic type - hurt-comfort (?)

warnings - death mention, violence, blood

notes - @kray-dragon hey bestie!!!! I wrote about the men kissing again (also this is just a different timeline where Williams face was revealed to yami way before I guess)

synopsis - Yami has called William by his last name ever since they met. One fateful mission, that changed forever.

Yami and William are in the same magic knight squad, the Grey Deer. When Yami met him, he didn't even know that he was a part of the same squad as he is. They end up becoming acquaintances; a year later, despite what William says every now and then, Yami calls him by his last name.

“Hey, Vangeance,” Yami calls out to him. William looks over at him with a slightly concerned smile.

“Why don't you ever call me William? I don't have a problem with it, but…” he chuckles. Yami shrugs in response.

“I just like calling you Vangeance more, I don't know why,” Yami chuckles. They then are both called to their Captain, Julius Novachrono’s office. They wonder if it's a mission, or something else. They walk to his office together. Once the two of them find his office, they both walk in at the same time.

“Is something wrong, Captain?” William asks, wondering what Julius called them in for.

“I have a mission for the two of you, I've called you in because you're both strong enough to deal with this situation,” Julius starts, his tone more serious than usual.

“What's the issue?” Yami asks, surprised that there's a situation that serious all of a sudden.

“A group of bandits, but they're stronger than the usual ones. They have many stolen magic items that make them much more of a threat,” Julius explains, hoping they'll accept the mission.

“We’ll take care of it, sir, let's go, Yami,” William salutes to the captain before leaving. Yami follows after him, wondering if they're really that bad. They make their way to the location Julius had given them, on full alert. Suddenly, the bandit group that was mentioned surrounds them both.

“Geez, I didn't know there'd be this many,” Yami grumbles, pulling out his sword.

“We can take them down, together,” William hopes, taking his grimoire out and beginning to summon branches around him. Yami nods in response before charging in. As they begin taking out the first few on the battlefield together.

Yami continues to knock out rows of people with his sword. Then, he looks back to William to see how he's holding up. As soon as he does, he looks back at him too.

Suddenly, William feels an object hit him, and his vision blurs as he feels blood spill out of his mouth. He falls to the ground as Yami stares in disbelief at what just happened before him. He feels paralyzed, beginning to let his emotions take over.

“WILLIAM!” Yami calls out in frustration and shock. In a blind rage, he takes down the rest of the group. Yami doesn't feel himself tearing up over his sheer emotion. He never cries, but he almost did, seeing William harmed in such a way. As the smoke clears, Yami runs up to William, praying he's not gone.

He never wonders for a moment why he feels this strongly; he's just an acquaintance, but the feeling of grief came naturally to him as soon as he saw him fall. He kneels next to him in a panic, picking him up.

“William, please say something!” Yami shakes his shoulders as he looks at his injury. It's not fatal, but he lost some blood. William then opens his lavender eyes as he notices the feeling of him being touched. He shudders in pain as he leans up to Yami’s shoulder subconsciously.

“I'll be alright… I might need healing, though…” William mumbles, closing his eyes again and falling asleep in his arms. Yami doesn't notice his face warming up as he stands up, holding William. He hops on his broom and flies away.

Then, he decides to take off William's mask to see if he's injured under there, revealing his scars. Yami didn't expect him to look like this under the mask, though he isn't complaining. He'll ask him about it later.

Yami finally notices himself blushing at how William looks when he's asleep in his arms. His breathing is comforting to him because he knows he's alright.

He holds him closer, almost wanting to kiss him. Yami isn't confused about his sudden and intense love for him, because it doesn't ever feel wrong.

William then tears up at the pain at where he was injured in his stomach. Yami wipes the tears off his thick eyelashes; William doesn't even notice that he took off his mask yet as he's still asleep. He feels Yami still holding him and leans up to his chest tiredly.

“It's going to be okay, William,” Yami quietly reassures him as he's almost at the infirmary. When they get to the place, he demands he’s with him while he’s getting healed. About a half hour after William’s fully healed, he wakes up to see Yami sitting at his bedside.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he sighs in relief. William smiles in response.

“I… I heard what you said earlier… you called me William,” he chuckles weakly. Yami slightly blushes at the remark, placing a hand on top of William’s, noticing how his hand fits perfectly in his. He blushes, as well. Then, William moves his other hand up to touch his own face, and his heart drops when he realizes his mask is off, and Yami can see his face.

“I- wh- where’s my-” he stammers, embarrassed and scared. William sits up and looks around him, looking around frantically. Then, Yami holds his hand tighter, making William look over at him in surprise.

“Listen, I don’t care how you look without your mask. I just want to ask, though, where’d you get those scars?” Yami asks, a serious expression on his face. William sighs in relief at how he feels about his scars, before explaining how he has them.

“I’ve had this scar my whole life. I was isolated because of it, and when I met Julius, he gave me this mask,” William explains, picking up his mask that he found to be on the table next to the infirmary bed.

He avoids looking at him, still a little embarrassed about how Yami can see his scars; he never planned on taking his mask off in front of him. Yami could tell that William still felt nervous, so he wanted to make sure he knew how he felt about his appearance.

He pulls him in gently and kisses him on the cheek. William takes a moment to process what just happened, and then blushes a deep shade of red.

“Yami, wh-” he starts, unable to get another word out before Yami kisses him again, this time on the forehead.

“I just want you to know how I really feel,” he chuckles. Then, suddenly, he hears footsteps near the door, so Yami pulls away from him.

“Hey, you both can leave now, he’s fully healed,” one of the doctors tell them. Yami nods before helping William out of the infirmary bed.

“Thanks again, doc,” Yami sighs as he walks out, holding William’s hand. They make their way back to the base to report back to Julius.

“I’m sorry you were injured, William,” Julius sighs, feeling slightly remorseful that they both had to deal with that.

“It’s not your fault, Julius, you weren’t the one who hurt him,” Yami chuckles, lightly nudging William.

“Thank you both, you can rest now,” their captain nods to them. They both walk out together, once again.

A few days later, William is sitting in one of the rooms alone when suddenly, Yami approaches him, kneeling down.

“Hey, William, how’s it going?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“Calling me by my first name all of a sudden?” William teases lightly. Yami then suddenly places his hands on his mask, lifting it up. He’s startled by him suddenly revealing his face again.

“W-What are you-” William starts, before getting interrupted by Yami kissing him again, this time on the lips.

“I was going to show you how I really felt, don’t think I forgot,” Yami teases back, pulling William in so he’s comfortably in his arms. He sighs into the kiss, feeling Yami’s stubble lightly scratching him, though he isn’t complaining. While they’re kissing, William thinks about how Yami actually loves him. He wonders if he was just trying to hide it by not getting too close to him. Nonetheless, William is enjoying this.

He wraps his arms around Yami, leaning into the kiss more. A few moments later, Yami pulls away, and chuckles at the sight of William’s face, and how flushed he is. Yami didn’t think he would be in love with his acquaintance, but he’s happy where he is now.

#black clover #anime #cute #william vangeance #yami sukehiro #yamiwill #yami x William #queer fanfiction #black clover fanfiction #my writing #tw death mention #hurt comfort

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