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astronomyparkers · 4 years

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gifts (koh!tom)

Warnings: Language

Pairing: King of hell!Tom Holland x Angel!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Wow I’m actually writing!!! What a concept!!! Anyways I had a random stroke of inspiration so i’m riding it as hard as I can before it fades again. As I’ve said before, this series is in a non-linear order, and intended to be able to be read as one shots instead of a progressive series!! However, feel free to go through the koh!tom masterlist (linked below) to read some of the other parts I’ve written. If you liked this part, please let me know! And don’t worry, I have more parts coming. I’ve already started another part (that may or may not contain some smut 👀) and then I have another part (about an event that’s been mentioned in a couple different parts) coming after that!! Do you guys like this non-linear one shot style of fic??? I’m finding it works better for me because I don’t feel committed to a progressive storyline, and it’s easier for me to write parts while also working and going to school full time!! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this, and I can’t wait to hear from y’all!

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The rose on the pillow next to you had become a familiar sight. Although the appearances of the flowers had surprised you at first, you now expected them to be the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. A small smile tugged at your lips as you picked the flower up, inhaling its sweet scent as you threw back your blankets and got out of bed. You carried the flower to the vase on your vanity, tucking it in with the roses from previous days. They were all wilting from the atmosphere of hell, but with a light breath from you, they began to perk up again. You fixed a few petals before sitting down at your vanity and touching your hair.

Morning tea was already sitting in front of you, as it was every day. You poured yourself a cup and added some cream and sugar, taking a small sip of the hot liquid. Although your first few weeks in hell had been rocky, you were beginning to adjust.

Well, adjust might be a strong word. At the very least, you were beginning to learn how to act and what to do there. You still ached for the surface, and for the fresh air that every angel craved, but you were no longer in fear for your life every moment of the day. Now that you had been there for a few weeks—maybe even a month—you were almost entirely sure that tonight’s dinner menu wouldn’t include you.

You had even grown used to the king of hell. Tom was a fearful thing to behold, but you stood your ground whenever he was around, and he no longer tried to test you. Of course, he did have requirements for you, but they weren’t the worst things in the world.

Once you finished your tea, you dressed and made your way down to the dining hall, where one of the requirements was waiting for you. Although you had originally taken all your meals alone, Tom requested your presence at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The first time he asked this of you, you had been terrified. However, now you knew that it typically meant eating in silence while occasionally catching his gaze when you looked up. His stare was always intense and purposeful, and while it was originally a source of anxiety, you now thought he stared at you in curiosity.

That breakfast was no different. A servant pulled out your chair, allowing you to sit across from Tom. A glass of water was poured for you, along with another cup of tea. Tom raised his own glass to you, a dark liquid in it that you couldn’t identify. Instead of dwelling on the question of what he drank, you simply raised your own glass in a quiet greeting before taking a sip.

Breakfast was brought out on gold platters and set down in front of each of you. Tom had finally begun to provide for your preferred diet, so your breakfasts mainly consisted of eggs and toast, as well as a bowl of fruit that, despite appearing to be fresh, had a slightly strange taste to it that came with being in such an unnatural place. Tom’s breakfast, in contrast, was much like his other meals: dark with a large piece of protein, usually steak, and various sides.

Throughout breakfast, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You ignored it as always, taking small bites of your food. However, when your plate was almost cleared, the usual routine began to change.

Tom cleared his throat after a sip of his drink. “Did you sleep well?”

You looked up in surprise, turning and glancing around before looking back at him. You were certain he wasn’t talking to you, but there was no one else around. “Are you talking to me?”

“Aye.” He nodded tersely, his voice low. “Who else is here?”

“I just—I didn’t think you’d ask me something like that. Or ask me anything at all.” You shrugged a bit.

“Well, I am.” His voice had a tinge of annoyance in it. “Did you?”

“Sleep well?” You clarified. When he nodded again, you mimicked the action. “I…slept as well as I could, given the circumstances.”

“Given the circumstances.” He repeated. “And the circumstances are…?”

“That I’m in hell?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were asking a question, but you couldn’t keep the confusion out of your voice. “It’s not exactly a comfortable place for an angel.”

“I’ve given you a place of comfort, angel.” Tom took another bite of his steak. “A comfortable room, a bed, the freedom to roam—”

“But I’m not supposed to be here. This place, it….” You shivered as you thought about it. “It’s rejecting me. The sulfur in the air burns my nose when I breathe in, and it irritates my skin when it’s exposed to it. There’s no light, no fresh air…it leaves me feeling sick.”

Tom picked at his food, silent for a moment. “I see.”

More silence followed. You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, so you did it for him.

“Does that surprise you?” You asked, taking a bite of your eggs.

“I suppose not. I just hadn’t…considered the atmosphere here for you.” He looked down. “Are you in pain?”

If you were surprised before, you were just plain shocked now. “Does that matter to you?”

“Answer the question.”

“Answer mine.” You retorted. “The night I was dragged down here, you threatened to pluck the feathers of my wings one by one. Now you’re asking if I’m in pain? Do you want me to say yes?”

“I want you to be honest with me.” Tom muttered. “Are you in pain?”

“I…” You contemplated the responses you could give. If you said yes, would you be able to convince him to send you home? Did he have enough humanity left in his monstrous soul? “It’s…manageable.”

Tom said nothing more, and neither did you. When breakfast finished, he excused you like every other day, and you left the dining hall, taking refuge in the library like usual.

However, the usual patterns broke once again when lunch was brought to you in the library. A servant brought in a tray laden with drinks and a salad, along with a few biscuits and butter. You looked at the tray with confusion. “Does the king not require me in the dining hall for lunch?”

“The king is currently indisposed.” The servant replied, setting the tray down on a small table. “He asks that you’ll excuse him until dinner tonight.”

“He asks, does he?” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “Since when does he ask me for permission?”

The servant straightened up. Some servants had grown fond of you, while others didn’t take too kindly to waiting on an angel. This one appeared to fall into the latter category. “It’s a figure of speech…miss.”

“Oh.” You felt a chill run through the room, despite the lit hearth behind you. “I see.”

“Please be sure that you’re on time to dinner tonight.” The servant bowed their head again and left quickly.

After lunch, you continued reading until the late afternoon before retiring back to your room to get ready for dinner. You dressed in a long dress that you found hanging on your closet door, assuming that Tom wanted you to wear it. It was a midnight blue colour, with a sheer overlay over the bodice and skirt. You added no jewelry, only wearing the bracelet on your wrist that Tom had slipped on you when you arrived. It was impossible to take off, and kept you from summoning your angel blade. You touched it, lost in thought before the chime of the clock brought you back to reality. You pinned your hair back from your face quickly before going down to dinner.

Dinner was always more formal than breakfast, even when it was just the two of you. Despite the strangeness of the day, that night was no exception. The chandeliers were dimmed, and candles lined the table to compensate. As usual, there was a goblet of wine next to your water. You had tried to refuse it the first few nights, but the next night, you found it next to your plate again. Finally, you stopped arguing, and simply left it alone.

Tom was already sitting at the head of the table, drinking out of his own goblet. Normally, you would wait until he acknowledged you, but it was an abnormal sort of day.

“Hello.” You said softly after you sat, your hands clasping together in your lap.

Tom set down his goblet, licking his lips as he looked you over. “Hello, angel. Did you have a relaxing day?”

“It was the same as usual.” You replied. “I read in the library. I took my lunch there.” You ran a finger over the silverware next to your plate. “You were absent from lunch today.”

“Aye, I was.” Tom nodded, his face closing off. “I had business to attend to.”

“Oh.” You looked down when he failed to elaborate more. “What sort of business—?”

“The kind that doesn’t concern you.” He cut you off, giving you a long look.

You restrained yourself from giving another remark, simply waiting for the servants to bring in dinner. You started with an appetizer of salad, followed by a pasta dish for dinner. Finally, they brought in a delicate looking chocolate cake for dessert, portioned and plated for each of you individually.

That was when Tom chose to raise his voice. “I have something for you.”

You paused with your fork in the air, ready to take a bite of the cake. “You do?”

He nodded, wiping his mouth and standing up from his seat. He walked over to you, setting down a box wrapped in black paper in front of you. He then returned to his seat, taking a sip of his wine.

You looked down at the box, touching the matte paper before looking back at him. “What is it?”

“Open it.” He muttered, his eyes on his plate as he picked up his fork.

“Is something going to jump out at me?” You asked, your voice uneasy.

The corner of Tom’s mouth twitched, but just barely. “No. Just open it.”

You lifted the lid off the box, and the scent of the contents hit you before you could see them. The smell of the fresh flowers and herbs mixed together, filling your senses as you inhaled deeply for the first time in weeks, finally without pain. “What is this for?”

“Burn the flowers and herbs in your bedroom’s fireplace to help with the smell.” Tom explained. He watched you intently, gauging your reactions. “There’s more.”

You lifted out the flowers carefully before your fingers touched something smooth. You pulled out a crystal bowl, opening the lid slowly. Inside was a white cream that seemed to sparkle in the candlelight with the freshest scent you’d encountered in hell.

“It’s a sort of…balm.” Tom sipped his drink. “You said the sulfur was bothering your skin. Applying this twice a day should help stop that.”

“Where…” You dipped your fingers into the cream, and the subtle stinging of your skin immediately went away. “Where did you get all of this?”

“Had it made.” Tom shrugged casually, but his voice grew a tone softer. “That’s what I was doing today, when I was absent for lunch.”

“You had it made…just for me?” You replaced the crystal lid on the bowl. “But…why?”

He shrugged again, but this time, he seemed more embarrassed. It was a new feeling for him. “I…I thought you’d like it. You do, don’t you? Like it, I mean.”

His voice was nervous now, which was new for him as well. He hated how eager he was for you to say yes, but didn’t hate it so much that he could stop himself from wanting your approval.

You nodded slowly. “Yes, I do like it. It’s a very considerate gift.”

Tom hummed as he took a sip of his drink, but you could still decipher the corner of his mouth lifting into a satisfied smile.

You packed up your gifts and placed the lid back on the box carefully. “Thank you. Truly.”

Tom just hummed again as he continued to eat his dessert.

You, however, just stared at him with a puzzled gaze. You had never heard of a demon, let alone the king of hell, doing anything to make an angel comfortable. Giving you a chamber to sleep and a rose every day in was one thing, but gifts like this? Gifts to keep you more comfortable here? That was unthinkable. You couldn’t figure out his motive behind the move.

Once dessert was cleared away, Tom reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar, lighting it quickly. “You’re excused from dinner.”

Normally, when he said that, you hurried away, but tonight…something drew you to remain sitting. “Would it be alright if I stayed?”

Tom pulled the cigar out of his mouth; it was his turn to be puzzled. “You want to stay?”

You gave a small nod. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It—it is.” He cleared his throat. “Yes. I would…like that.”

“Alright.” You took another sip of your drink, silence filling the space between you two once again. You were beginning to realize, however, that the silence wasn’t one of not knowing what to say. It was more…comfortable. And comforting.

With another glance at you, Tom exhaled cigar smoke in the opposite direction.

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another-unusual-name · 3 years

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OKAY 1, 4, 5, 6, EXTRA ASK: 8, 10, EXTRA: 11, 12, 16, EXTRA: 21, 26, EXTRA: 27, 34

LOL LETS TRY AGAIN

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

probably a 2.5-3/5. i don't think I'm super outstanding tbh

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

definitely!! to tag a few: @staticky @therealsehinton @randlewrld

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

that's a tough one... lemme look. probably Promise, Back To the Train Tracks or better (which is literally a wip but people seem to like it) because I'm too scared to re-read my older fics

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

definitely romance and getting inside a character’s head. i usually just take my own thoughts and alter them accordingly :P (also I'm not saying I do this well, it’s just easiest for me 😭)

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

Ponyboy, Curly, Johnny, Steve (?)

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

ROMANCE WITH ANGSTINESS FOR FANFICS

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

the outsiders 😭 mainly purly or whatever my friends want tbh. i love seeing them happy! in regards to stuff outside of fanfic, probably pining and complaining (I'm so interesting I know)

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

OH so I'm working on this multi chapter based on taylor swift’s evermore (album) and I'm pretty excited about that. it’s set to include some steveboy, chylvia, jim possibly with mentions of stevepop and jally but I haven't worked on that in ages.

I'm also working on a jim multi chapter (better) which I'm really looking forward to developing!

I'm also thinking of dabbling in some atla fanfic territory, and I have a half baked wip about zuko so we’ll see how that goes!

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

i don't really have any specific tropes I'm a sucker for writing but I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS! i also just like splurging on the mushy stuff, you probably know cause my fics are all like that.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

PURLY i love them so much (steveboy and jim are close seconds)

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

hmmmmm I'm not too sure.... i really wish I could execute something really like emotional and heavy but I cant take myself seriously enough to do so. Im sort of scared that my following chapters of my multi chapters wont be as good as the first, but im still going to try and write them >:)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

OMG THERE ARE SO MANY ALL THE PEOPLE WHO READ MY FICS ARE SO NICE 😭

“i loved this so much!! <3 they’re my favorites and you write them so well :)“

“This is ICONIC. Literally,,, the characterizations? Immaculate. The writing? Amazing! This fic? ABSOLUTE PERFECTION. Only problem I have is that it isn't longer, lol. I love this ship to pieces, which is really unfortunate because it's a rarepair, but then fics like this makes it worth it! Everything about this fic was so great! The dialogue flows so naturally, you write just descriptively enough, and it's just super engaging! And they're just SO CUTE TOGETHER here!!! Haha, anyway, I really loved this! Thank you for writing and sharing! <3 No pressure at all, but it would be so amazing if yoj wrote more of this ship!“

“I always thought Curley was some kind of queer. :p“

“Oh my gosh, please do write more!!“

“uhm WHERE ARE ALL YOUR KUDOS??? SERIOUSLY, I FREAKING ADORED THIS WORK OF ART! god, this fandom may be small but damn it has some talented writers...“

“i never really liked steveboy that much, but i think them finding each other after they've lost the other people they loved is sweet and makes sense... so thanks for making me like this ship, bro, both fics were really good and made me sad“

and of course, yours on back to the train tracks, if you remember it

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

here I go.... this is out of my stevepop fic Love Hurts Sometimes

“There is nothing worse in the world than seeing the person you love love someone else. There is no feeling quite as gutting, quite as all-consuming as the one you experience when you are aware that you are your first’s second, and you always will be. It makes you think -- what can they give that you can't, what are they that you're not. It makes you hate yourself -- why are you not enough, why are you never enough to be where they are. It made Steve miserable, and he carried that misery around with him wherever he went. Every compliment was a reminder that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be good enough for Soda.”

that's all for now! thank you for asking ily nini <3

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fannishcodex · 5 years

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Look I’m enjoying all this talk of Blue Morpho, and speaking of him being bi.

Tbh I have a rareship: Blue Morpho(Vendata)/Red Death.

Red Death is like the first and only person to show real respect or any positive feeling for Vendata at all, and that just gets to me.

Okay tbh I’ve sorta shipped this since season 6, just through the vaguest of hints and because it sounded interesting to me.

In season 6, it mainly revolves around some vague indications that Red Death could’ve known the original Blue Morpho.

It’s indicated that Red Death’s been around a while, maybe even long enough to have known Blue Morpho. That’s about it, an indication leading to fun speculation.

But then there’s the fact that Red Death goes straight to the Morpho cave not long after he gets involved with the Blue Morpho case and the false threat to his wife and daughter. Nothing has still been made of this in canon, but it’s like Red Death simply knew the Morpho’s base of operations the whole time. (It may just be glossed over, but it’s fun to speculate, and good for fic.)

Red Death does seem like a generally chill and nice dude--but I sorta feel like he does have a soft spot for Monarch in S6. And like that feeling’s grown stronger after S7--to me it felt like Red Death had a particular soft spot for Monarch and his group--Gary/21, Dr. Mrs. (Granted, I also think he’s interacted with them the most so far? But also if that’s the case, that could say something too.)

Like in S6, Red Death first gives Monarch just a warning. Though a little threatening warning, it’s still relatively mild, and preceded by genuine praise for Monarch’s antagonist work (something he rarely gets). Red Death later takes it remarkably easy on the Monarch and 21 for their Blue Morpho and Kano activities, and even helps them out with advice and literal action (though he says it helps sate his violent instincts too--chill and nice dude he may be, but also still vicious, but I find that an interesting mix and fitting for VB.)

In S7, that continues, Red Death still actively helps Team Monarch--there’s no direct interaction between him and the Monarch again this season unfortunately, but Red Death is still helping him and Gary, and now Dr. Mrs. too, in the S7 premiere. Red Death seems to bond further with Dr. Mrs. in a later S7 episode later as they become co-workers on the Council, and seems to partly screw with that rival villain guy because he insulted her.

I’m just saying maybe Red Death starts with a soft spot for Monarch and his group (and later seems to just bond with them more directly and more for their sakes) because he knew Blue Morpho back in the day.

And I headcanon Blue Morpho and Red Death fell into one of those possibilities in VB that’s cropped up--protagonist and antagonist on surprisingly good terms. Morpho was an unregistered vigilante and prone to being harsher with antagonists, but headcanon he wasn’t unreasonable, and could be more civil with those he felt could do that too. Headcanon Red Death has some different opinions in VB and could successfully navigate those with tact and such--shorter story, unlike most in organized supervillainy, headcanon Red Death would have respected and been fascinated by Morpho’s refusal to register.

Headcanon Red Death does figure out Morpho’s identity, but he likes Morpho enough to not take advantage of that and keep it a secret. He tells no one.

Headcanon Blue Morpho and Red Death did have a thing for a while, before Blue Morpho ever met his future wife. Think something like Batman/Catwoman conceptually. But they did amicably separate, and then Morpho got married, while Red Death remained fond of him, and still held something of a torch tbh, but was respectful of Morpho to never push it.

And again, season 7--with the reveal that Red Death worked with Vendata and respected him, which just made me ship it way harder, even though I believe Red Death had no idea Vendata was Blue Morpho until season 7.

Like on a visceral level, it was so nice to hear someone speak of Vendata with respect when I’ve had to hear a lot of the Guild--looking at you Red Mantle and Dragoon, you two honestly crack me up, but omfg why so mean to Vendata jfc you didn’t even know he was Blue Morpho until S7--insult him for what seems like no reason. I think Red Death was the only one to say anything directly positive about Vendata.

So, S7 had Red Death and Vendata working together. And I keep thinking, how long?

I think S7 diner flashback tries to have Red Death as a sort of young upstart, so you’d think he’d be too young for Blue Morpho’s time. But S6 indicated an older age for him in my mind, and S7 later gave me vibes of Red Death being quite old, with his talk of older villain traditions. And what is Red Death? Again, he’s like this sketetal skinned man--he seems more demonic if anything. He does seem to have supernatural powers, and that horse he rides on? I headcanon Red Death is not quite human, rather supernatural, long-lived, and that his mind may age differently (along with probably seeing the world even more differently from others in VB). Hence he may act more like a young upstart in the diner flashback though he’s actually far older. Heck, maybe so old and with a certain distance from average humanity, maybe he was like, “I’ll just go along with what seems to be the trend these days for this current stab at villainy.” Like he’s such an otherly being, he actually approaches it like another role to play, which could say something about the themes of roleplay in VB (Red Death even talks about “becoming lost in your character” in S6--so Red Death does imply his awareness of and use of roleplay like that). I can see him being this literally otherly being and approaching his supervillainy in like stages during his long life--literally here’s his 70s stage, and here’s his being-on-the-Council stage. (But his wife and daughter inspire new feelings in him. And feeling like he’s otherly doesn’t mean he’s not nice and chill--heck, it could be more why he’s like that. He may be more chill than other humans because he isn’t entirely one. That’s part of what does feel otherly to me tbh--how chill he is.)

After that aside:

Headcanon that maybe Vendata and Red Death worked together for a while. Like Red Death expresses respect for him in the diner, but he doesn’t go into the entirety of their relationship because the current context doesn’t ask for it, and it’s still private.

Red Death has no idea Vendata was Blue Morpho. He does look different without his mustache, and Red Death believed the news of his death. The only similar thing Red Death recognizes without learning the truth for years is that Vendata stirs feelings similar to what he felt for Morpho.

(Headcanon Red Death was aware of Malcom, but thought he should leave him alone with normal people in child care services, assuming he would be taken care of. Red Death was at least aware that Blue Morpho did not want his son near the world of superheroes and supervillains, and wanted to honor those wishes.)

Vendata feels some familiarity for Red Death, but no memories really trigger. But that familiarity feels comfortable, and draws Vendata to Red Death.

Headcanon that Red Death helps Vendata enter supervillainy, and they work together for a relatively long time, they’re allies. They become friends, and more.

Then the Massacre.

I think S7 implies Red Death was disturbed by the Massacre, especially the loss of his own comrades; and I think it implies that Red Death believed Vendata was the ultimate culprit.

Headcanon there was even more to it, like Red Death will only let some of the above out in public, but internally he was far more disturbed by the whole thing. He was really distraught over the loss of Stab Girl and the others. He thought Vendata had caused the Massacre that ended up including Stab Girl and their other allies as collateral damage. Red Death blamed him for it. On some level, Red Death does respect Vendata’s determination to kill the object of his extreme hatred, Jonas; but more strongly, Red Death feels betrayed and disgusted with what he thinks Vendata did to their team for that goal.

Communication breaks down. Red Death strongly believes Vendata is responsible, that he hated Jonas enough to do this. He never actually talks to Vendata about it. He does feel the need for it; but it’s an emotional time, Red Death is emotionally distraught, and in that state is turned off by Vendata’s lack of emotion. He knows Vendata has trouble showing it, but at that point Red Death has less patience for it and more revulsion. Red Death is further repulsed when Vendata seems to be confused by Red Death’s behavior--Red Death storms off, feeling that Vendata should know. Should realize why he’s upset.

Red Death believes Vendata did it, doomed their friends and allies to kill Jonas, and assumes Vendata is aware of what he thinks. But Vendata has no idea. Vendata does have trouble processing emotion because of the whole cyborg thing, and not being a very well built cyborg due to Jonas and later Dr. Z. Vendata feels the loss of Stab Girl and the others and sees Red Death is distraught, but has trouble being the most comforting presence, and has no idea he should be denying something or the real source of Red Death’s turmoil and anger with him.

Red Death leaves Vendata. Between his respect and lingering fondness and understanding of hatred and knowing they were in a dangerous line of work, Red Death would not take direct revenge on Vendata, he couldn’t. But he couldn’t stay with him either.

Vendata accepts this, without fully understanding why.

Vendata and Red Death just drift further away and remain apart in the years after the Massacre. Red Death meets and falls in love with his future wife, has a daughter, and feels like he understands Morpho better.

Vendata joins the Council. And Red Death wonders what it would be like if he had a seat too. Time’s cooled his rage somewhat--and things are different now. Married, with kids. But things are different--Red Death feels more keenly how he’s drifted away from Vendata.

Red Death finally checks up on Malcom, and though he knows Morpho would have been distressed by it, he’s pleased that Malcom’s become a super villain.

When Vendata expresses a difficulty connecting with people and his Council members criticizing him for that, he does think of Red Death years ago.

Vendata and Red Death did get in touch a few times, only a few brief phone calls that were simply small updates of each other. Vendata did keep track of Red Death through Guild records. He felt happy when the records changed to reflect Red Death’s marriage, though also a little sad. (It wasn’t just regret over an ex--memories of Red Death from his time as Blue Morpho, memories of his wife were almost triggered. Almost, but not quite. Just vague feelings behind that stirred, but not memories.)

Headcanon that when Red Death realizes Vendata was Blue Morpho the whole time, he thinks “ohfuck.”

Yeah, so, I ship it. Also I find that I could literally shorten a name for it to Red/Blue cute.

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