#first off those flowers nearly killed me

[theminecraftbee]

"Well hello there Secret Keeper!" Scar says, chipper. "It's a bea-ut-i-ful day today here on the Secret Life server, and I'm here for my daily hearts for winning! I have to say, it is gorgeous today. Really a lot easier to keep the rain away without other players, what with sleeping through the night not being a problem at all! Did you know, by the way, that sleeping and rain are connected? I didn't until recently, but by golly, they sure are! Can you imagine? The world is full of so many strange things."

The Secret Keeper, being a big dumb stone statue, doesn't reply. Scar's beginning to think it's just rude. It sure replies whenever he hits the button, which is the first step in his morning routine these days. He's gotten better at dodging damage, really, even with the nearly infinite hearts! He's just not so good at dodging skeletons and creepers and such that he shouldn't top off every day.

He hits the button. He feels his health return to him. He gets a new task: Win Secret Life.

He snorts, a little bitter, to himself as he reads it and folds it into his pocket. "You know, I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky that you're such a moron that you don't know what winning means. Your machine is broken."

No response, again, because the Secret Keeper is, as established, a big old dumb rock. Well, whatever. Besides, if he lingers on resentment and upset for too long, it might catch up with him! He's certainly let it catch up with him before. Why, a few days after he'd won, when he really had it sink in that he was for-real alone on a server covered in lightning burn marks and blood, he had a bit of a breakdown! There was sobbing, screaming, yelling at the world, the whole works! And when no one responded then, well--

"Did I just call you a moron? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!" Scar says. "You know how I get sometimes. The world is beautiful and warm, but sometimes it gets a little hard to breathe around here! Now, where were we... oh, right! The trading post terraforming project! Now, we hit a bit of a snag the other day, what with the wandering traders I'd caught all sort of--dying--and all that, but luckily, more of them might show up any moment, and they really are vital to making the place feel alive and breathing. So today we're taking a break from that to build up some trees!"

He waves his arms like someone is listening. He'd like to imagine someone is. Grian told him he won--just because all the ghosts are quiet now doesn't mean they aren't there! And if that was a moment of temporary insanity, well, he probably--he needs to think it's not, is the thing! He absolutely needs to think it's not.

He hums and gathers more logs. His makeshift tree farms are pretty nice, if he does say so himself. He pauses as he hears distant howling and sighs. "I guess we will also be spending today cleaning up the wolf population! I swear, I have no idea what those people were thinking making a wolf spawner. A man takes a nap for a day and then the entire server is overrun with stupid white animals! And you know, I do hate having to cull the things, but, well, you know me. I've learned how to kill pretty well, I think, and really, dogs are easier to kill than people."

He grabs a sword from his chest and sharpens it. He keeps it perfectly clean so that there isn't too much blood on it. Good thing, too; most of the blood would probably be his. He's a bit clumsy, after all. He cuts his fingers on it all the time. No matter how well he bandages up his hands, he just keeps making them bleed, drip, drip, dripping blood on every path he walks down. No matter how hard he works to clean up his massive building projects, the little splatters of blood follow him, so he's sticking to dark colors where he can.

The flowers will probably show the blood, he thinks. The flowers and trees he's building. Hopefully, the blood doesn't stand out too much. It feels wrong, in a world where there are no bodies.

He stands up. He heads in the direction of today's pack of unwanted pests. He sighs. "You know, I know your question is, well gosh, Scar! All the previous winners died. When are you going to finish it off and kill yourself? And wow, that's a pretty dark question. You should be ashamed of yourself for asking, really." He laughs. It's not funny. Who cares.

Instead, he shakes his head.

"And, well, you have to understand. I'm not done building yet! I can make my base so much nicer looking! And besides, you're still handing me hearts. If I get hurt, I can just come back and get more from you! If you want to die, you have to kill me yourself. You fucking cowards!"

No response.

He sighs. "Well, that's enough of that for today. Sorry, I'm feeling kind of morose. It's all this sunshine! Can't be good for a man. Did you know populated servers rain more often than unpopulated ones? It's true! It's because people don't sleep enough. But here I am, getting all the sleep I need. Now, time to go kill some dogs and build some trees! I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon, can you?"

His hands hurt. He ignores it. He ignores a lot of hurt, these days. It's not like it's hard.

#secret life smp #goodtimeswithscar #a bee fic #implied/referenced suicide #implied/referenced self harm #SO UH. HOW ABOUT THAT SCAR NOT DYING IN THE END NONSENSE HUH. #trying to write this all very much in scar's voice was fun. dark premise. goofy guy. result: this. #also i DO love occasionally giving a character who otherwise wouldn't exactly ONE precision swear-word. very fun.

[reallyromealone]

SOULMATES.

OMEGAVERSE, MALE READER, OMEGA MALE READER, ANGST TO WELL SOMETHING, MXM

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He swore he could hear him when he slept.

Four months ago (name)s world came crumbling, on his eighteenth birthday his soulmate mark appeared, the words his soulmate would speak to him upon their first meeting in their handwriting.

"A human?" Was what it said in elegant handwriting, the words concerning the Omega who kept the words hidden from those around him.

Especially his brother.

Tengen would lose his mind if he read what was written on the other.

(Name) wandered down the streets with his brother, wanting to do some light shopping as tengen had given him some money to buy more supplies for his hobbies, the Alpha pleased his little brother found peace from their family with activities.

"Oh- I'm sorry, here you take it" (name) said politely to the tall man before him with the deepest plum eyes he had ever seen "a human?" The black haired man mumbled, stepping closer to (name) "my soulmates human..."

Muzan should have expected it, the only way his mate would have not been is if he or...her, had changed him.

"I-I must go" (name) said panicked, Muzan taking in the sweet pharamones of the Omega, burning it into his memory as he watched the Omega run off.

He will make arrangements to collect the Omega soon enough.

He knows the consequences of anything happening to his Omega.

It could be incredibly detrimental to him.

When two soulmates interact for the first time, their souls are connected and if one gets hurt, the other would feel the pain and humans were fragile.

Tengen saw the interaction go down, ushering his brother urgently.

His room was covered wall to wall with wisteria, papers soaked in the flower smacked against the walls, poor (name) not allowed to leave the grounds under any circumstances.

But everyone forgot that they were connected, the demon using the soulmate connection to influence (name) via dreams.

It was faint whispers of sweet words, seducing him to leave his room.

But (name) resisted, ignoring the others words and sweet whispers.

Then he appeared in everything.

Words began shifting in the books his brother brought him amongst everything else, poor (name) conflicted and scared.

Logically, this was the king of demons.

He was responsible for killing many he held dear and causing tragedy anywhere he went.

But his Omega practically screamed at him to see his alpha.

Tengen spoke to the other demon slayers about this, worried for his brother who was definitely struggling, nearly dropping twice.

(Name) would be taken to the headquarters so his health could be better monitored and protected.

(Name) was weak as his brother lifted him, clinging helplessly "don't worry (name), I will keep you safe" tengen said assuredly as he carried him out, the Alpha having changed the Omega in clothes soaked in wisteria flowers to ward off any demons.

(Name) sat with closed eyes as the train rumbled, the wisteria having quickly faded from his clothes due to the long trip and just feeling dazed.

"Excuse me sir?" A small voice rang from beside him, (name) blearily turning to see a small boy with well kept hair and a soft expression "I can't find my father... Could you please help me?" He asked with a pleasing tone and (name)s Omega sensed his alpha was near...maybe this was his pup.

Due to the poorness of his health, (name) didn't remember the warnings his brother told him, the white haired alpha having to step away for a moment.

"My brother will be here in a moment... He's better equipped than I am currently" (name) could barely stand as the pup came closer "can I stay with you?" He asked sweetly and (name) struggled to resist as the boy gently gripped (name)s clothes "I suppose, when my brother returns we can look for your father" (name) said letting the boy scoot beside him and after months his Omega was finally quiet.

Tengen was confused as he spotted the child beside his brother, the little boy familiar but (name) seemed content by the pups presence "whose this?" Tengen asked kindly and (name) for the first time in a while smiled "his name's Toshikuni, he's seperated from his father... I thought it would be safe for him to stay here till you return"

Tengen smiled at his brothers kindness, the Omega was always incredibly kind and wanting those around him to thrive.

Which is why it confused him in why he was soulmates with the true antithesis of himself.

A monster.

It felt like his brother had been cursed and Tengen had no way of fixing it.

It was devastating.

He remembers when his brother finally spoke to him about it, the pieces connecting and devastated he looked at the concept of the person for him trying to kill those he loved.

Tengen got ahold of a train attendant and (name) weakly crouched to the boys eye level, letting him hug him "I will return for you" the child's voice completely changed to the voice of...him.

(Name) pulled away to see flashing red eyes before turning back to a deep purple, the boy taking the attendants hand and wandering off.

(Name) was frozen in place as his brother helped him back into his seat, the white haired man assuming his brother was just dealing with slight withdrawal and held him close.

Tengen was abnormally quiet, worry evident in his movements and scent as he tried to think of anything to make his brother happy.

"I'm sorry..." Tengens voice was soft as he stared at his brother "I'm sorry your soulmate is...is him"

"It's not your fault, it's nobodies..." (Name) whispered as he stared off before closing his eyes.

He was just so tired.

Tengen looked panicked as his brother dropped again "shit! (Name)--- let's get you comfortable" tengen said panicked and adjusted his brother to a better position.

CRASH

the train suddenly began shaking, tengen pulling out his blades.

Something bad was about to happen.

Things moved in slow motion as the side of the train ripped open, the little boy from before having spikes from his back... Tengen knew something was off with the kid.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be" Muzan hissed out as the train continued moving, the air pulling things out as Muzan manipulated his arm to stab at tengen, tengen keeping him away from grabbing at (name).

(Name) was practically being thrown around as the two fought for him "keep away from my brother you fucking demon!"

"We're here!" Tengen looked to see the other demon slayers whom had been previously missing "there were other demons on the train, we were ambushed" Tanjiro said as Muzan attacked once more but sadly the strike was hard enough to shake the train aggressively.

(Name) was set in a seat, still dealing with a drop when his body was forced out.

Below them was a lush forest, everyone watching in horror as (name) fell below.

Muzan and Tengen barely spared a glance as they both followed after.

It was by some miracle that (name) landed safely, falling into a pond and waking as his body forced him awake for his safety.

(Name) was Shakey and coughing as he made it to land, unsure how he got... wherever he was.

Clothes soaked he stood up, not looking unlike a newborn lamb as he did so.

He stumbled through the woods, leaning into trees before eventually dropping and leaning against a large oak tree, vision hazy and body cold.

Footsteps could be heard, his eyelids heavy unable to see as a hand gently cupped his cheek "tengen...?"

"No Omega, open your eyes" the voice commanded as (name) opened his eyes to see red staring back "I told you I would return for you" (name) wanted to be scared, to be angry but he was so tired and his Omega was so happy...

"(Name)!" Tengen yelled out as he raced towards the two, Muzan holding (name) in his arms and then...they were gone.

(Name) was gone.

#demon slayer x male reader. #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan x reader #muzan x male reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Fell in love with quirky murderbot so here's a quirky murderbot Yan that may or may not just want to kill you (tw: death mentions/idolization)

A bath at six in the morning.

You never had the time or energy for it before...

The water was nice. Not too hot, not too cold; pealing the spell of sleep off you at a temperature ideal for a peaceful rise. Enmeshed with first light of the waking sun, the water captures its amber glow - sunken petals at your feet shaded in the afterglow. It smelled faintly of lavender, and a colleague of lesser offenders you couldn't tell. Citrus?... Vanilla? You can't recall a time when your skin has felt smoother - so you don't bother to ask. You know better than to.

The door opens. You lower your knees as the latching stand of a tray attaches to the arms of the tub. Yogurt peers up at you from its bowl with a blueberry smile and sliced banana eyes. A flower vase, and a pair of headphones are its offering to you. A yellow smiley face sticker is plastered to the glass' side.... It shines your spoon before setting it on the tray.

"Brought you leetle snack to keep you steady til you get out. Studies show everything in it boosts mood and happiness levels in humans. I also brought you some headphones so that my outbursts don't effect you while I'm preparing breakfast."

You blow air into the water as you sink deep. "Mhm...."

Your observer gasps. "By my calculations, you seem more relaxed than usual this morning." Does that mean my services have acceptable this morning?"

Here it comes. "I guess."

"You are... satisfied with my work and efforts?"

"Yes."

"... Gonna smile for me?"

"nah."

A knife clatters to the floor.

"I spent nine hours.... "

You put on the headphones as you ease against the floor of the tub.

"9 FUCKING HOURS GETTING THAT PANSY SCHTICK DOWN PACK. DO U KNOW HOW FUCKIN' HARD THAT IS FOUR ME?!?! I GET ROBOT PTSD EVERYTIME I LOOK AT THOSE MANUALS."

"At least you spoke proper English."

"I ran you a bath and didn't plant one of my eyes in the cabinet this time .... BE HAPPY FOUR ONE SEC AND LET ME KILL YOU ALREADY GOD DAMN IT!"

The world is full of too many unfortunate people. Scornful and bitter; miserable and hopeless. It much be such a pain for those people to exist in place unfit for them - when a solution was right around the corner, but they're too damaged to ever see it. You can't be down, if The moto engraved into the mechanized heart of every bot sent out by the Happy Dayz corporation to this prevalent threat to society. They could be anyone you know.

"DOWN3R 4L3RT!!!!!! THR0UGH M0D3R4T10N 4ND H34VY CONSIDERATION, Y0U [Y/n], H4V3 B33N T4RG3T3D 4S 4 D0WN3R. TH3 0NLY CUR3 1S IMM3DIATE T3RM1N4T10N AS T0 4V01D WIDESPREAD INF3CT10N OF THE DISEASE. IF YOU BELIEVE THIS IS AN ERROR, PLEASE RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL WITHIN 4 HOURS AND TWENTY MINUTES OF RECEIVING. TH4NKS. XOXO]

Downer - level three in their classifications and the "incurables" People who will drag themselves and everyone around them down for a crumb of self gratification. Those who drown in the rain when the sun is a reach away; never to come back to shore. Orders were to execute these individuals on sight - but everyone deserves one last chance to smile. And that's how you met D.Kay

In your utmost defense, it was nearly three when you received the email. Even if you were awake, you probably would've written it off as spam and tossed it away all the same. You didn't think of yourself as a negative person, just one with not alot to be happy for. Within those few hours before dawn came a knock at the door and your worse nightmare unveiled - wearing that damned yellow mask.

"Hiya! Name'z D.Kay! Short for somethin' I kno, but U won't be alive long nuff for me to remember. I should be slammin' ur head through a wall, but it'z ur right as a living human to get one more smile in before u croak and my job to make it happen."

That was five months ago. Five long months. Given, there were some benefits. It was their goal to make your life better after all - before ending it. They helped you get a raise, cleaned up messed they mostly made, and a slew of efforts to bring out that smile. Sure your lips may quirk up or you'll smirk a bit - but that isn't a smile. They've also thrown knives into your walls, taken over your bed and refuse to let you sleep elsewhere, and snores. There's also the whole killing you thing, but that's minor at this point.

"Aw, come on- Dyin' cain't be that bad. I'd do it if I could. U'll feel better once ur in the grave." "Smiling feels so good, u' kno. The best way to use ur muscles. Besides slitting someone's throat." "This is my first mission....I was hoping to see gutz by now."

That was as far as your relationship went until one month ago. They've been acting.. strange. They wish you good morning more days than they ask if you're ready to smile. You often wake up with their arms around you and your clothes laid out. They refuse to let you dress yourself if you're going out. They stare for hours, jumping out windows if needed to get when you notice. You didn't have many friends before, but with them around they were ghosts. If you didn't know any better it was almost like they-

"LET ME KISS YOU - WHY ARE U MAKING THIS SO HARD!"

Nevermind. Wait- "Did you say...."

D.kay's impossibly side eyes shrink, mask bleeding red. "I SAID KILL. K-I-L-L. WHY WOULD I EVER BE DOWN BAD FOR A DOWNER?"

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?"

All at once their tantrum stops. It's the shortest to date. Their head dips back as if pulling the most dramatic of eye rolls. "Protocol.. U know that."

"I read the manual. If a downer refuses your olive branch you have permission to kill them and return immediately."

D.kay doesn't say a word, face still beat red from their slip up. Their hands twitch. Seething, they snatch the spoon from the tray. "Good luck without this. Enjoy your bath."

They slam the door as they leave, sinking again it. Hearing the water remain still, they pull their legs to their chest and kick the wall, hold back enough to prevent another hole. They always come when you're upset - why can't you do anything right? They pull a photo from their pocket. The photo. A picture of someone who looks so much like you it's scary, but they could never be you. They're smiling. It's small - a blip compared to the cheesy grins of everyone surrounding them, but it's still a smile. The best they've ever seen. Something feels wrong whenever they look between you and that person. Maybe they're broken too.

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere android #yandere robot #D.kay my oc

[itsclydebitches]

Layers I love in the "King Roach" moment:

Roaches are commonly associated with resilience and their ability to survive extreme conditions. Alastor becomes their king right before he fights Adam, nearly being "killed by a hair" but ultimately pulling through

The subject/royalty dynamic given that Niffty is someone Alastor called in to serve the hotel

The reversal too where Niffty is the one doing the dubbing here, demonstrating agency as she grants this title, reflecting how she seems to be on more equal footing with Alastor than, say, him and Husk

We know Niffty has a "collection" of bug-related things (not just the bugs themselves but stuff like bits of Valentino's fur too) so by making Alastor into a bug-thing she's going, "You're mine and important to me! :D"

The crown is made out of literal bugs so this is Niffty presenting Alastor with her conquests. It feels like a cat bringing their owner dead birds if the owner also had a deep appreciation for that because they collected human souls on the side

Niffty has just mentioned putting on "roach puppet shows." Alastor is now a (kinda) roach (kinda) puppet (the threads and strings holding his limbs together when in his demon form)

Alastor has also just admitted that he could get used to staying here. Niffty likes the HH fam because they're nice about those roach puppet shows. It's like a through-line: Hazbin Hotel is good b/c acceptance of roach things + Alastor is now a roach thing = Alastor good for Hazbin Hotel?? You fit! Let's stay!!

The roaches have red eyes so they pair well with Alastor's suit and there are pink flowers that pair well with Niffty's outfit

Big ol' smile from Alastor that comes across as genuine, like those he shares with Rosie

Another file for the "Big bad manipulator becomes a kitten around cutsey, murdery ladies, huh?" folder.

The fact that obviously Niffty is making awesome bug-flower crowns in her spare time. Charlie recruiting her for bonding arts and crafts when

It looks like there are teeny tiiiiiiny daggers hanging off the crown. You know, in case Alastor should ever need one and Niffty stares soullessly into the camera when I finally notice that

Alastor dislikes touch yet (not for the first time) he lets Niffty climb his head while showing off her twisted little mind <3

#Hazbin Hotel #Alastor #Niffty

[victoria-grimesss]

Knight!Ghost Headcanons

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->Pairing: Knight!Ghost x Princess!Reader

->A/N: I'm a bio major not a history major so I apologize for any inaccuracies.

When you became of age of course your parents, the King and Queen needed someone to protect their sweet, precious, and adored daughter.

They requested the best knight in all of the land, Ghost.

You would be sitting in the throne room when you first laid eyes on him. The large doors opening and the light dancing off his armor as he approached your parents. Your breath was nearly taken from you as you gazed upon the large man in-front of you. He would bow as accustomed greeting them and they would give their approval.

He would protect you with his life, you were beautiful no doubt many men and women would kill to marry you, but alas you will be arranged with whomever is best for politics.

He would walk with you out of the throne room and to wherever you go within the castle walls or outside.

You frequent the rose garden, and he stands stone-still as you walk around the blooming flowers and giggle and laugh all while watching him. He's so out of place in the garden. A big strong man coated in impenetrable dark armor surrounded by pastel flowers and twisting vines.

You would ask questions about him and his life, and he would respond in short, gruff, and thickly accented answers. Your stomach would erupt in butterflies when we would speak, you had never encountered a knight as all-consuming as him.

He never strays far from you, when you go to town or the port to watch the ships everyone would avoid you, giving a wide berth to the two of you.

He admired the way your dress coated your body and your hair looked so smooth and silky, he assumed it felt better than any imported silk ever could.

He shouldn't have these feelings for you, but he wants to draw his sword when a boy you are meant to court greets you and you do not repay the same affections he gives you. Your words are short with him, almost mean. And your eyes drift to Ghost frequently as you talk with the young man, they would rake from bottom to top, your gaze heavy on his eyes and he returns it.

He smirks under his helmet, knowing your affection is directed to him.

He would stand near the door when dinner is served. He would watch you eat delicacies many would kill for, you would get drunk off of the finest of wines, then he would escort you back to your room.

You would hang off of him, ditzy and bubbly as you sing small parts of songs as the two of you walk, well you stumble and he nearly carries, you down the hallway.

Eventually you grow too tired to walk any further you sit in a hall chair and refuse to get up. Ghost grows irritated at your antics and eventually just slings you over his shoulder.

"Oh my, what a strong knight you are. I shall request you carry me everywhere from now on. I do fear my feet may fall off from all this walking about the castle." He does not respond but the arm that grows tighter around your waist tells you all you need to know.

He would place you on your plush bed, you still drunk off of wine would laugh as he stands still at the end of your bed.

You would grow quiet and hum lightly at the sight of him in your quarters, at the end of the bed. To most he's that stuff of nightmares, but to you he's the creation of your dreams.

You would sit up, letting down your hair your hand would trace down you neck and corset,

"You know... I just can never see myself marrying those boys my father sends me. I've always loved knights. May I ask, do you like princess's sir?"

He would stiffen at your words, it is his job to protect you even from himself and his needs. Perhaps if you were not intoxicated he would play into your game but for now he tells you to sleep and leaves the room, he enjoys the pout that paints your face as he leaves.

He thought this would be an easy job, to protect you till marriage but he's finding it's the most difficult he's ever had.

#kicking my feet at knight!ghost #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #knight!ghost #medieval #medieval!au #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon ghost riley x reader #princess!reader #knight!ghost x princess!reader #simon riley headcanons #cod headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 fanfic #ghost mw2 #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #knight au #simon riley x female reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Saying “Yes”

Regulus Black AU 

Summary:  Saying "yes" is never what you planned on happening.

Parings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

Song in story: “Savages” by MARINA

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I'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand. I'm not afraid of God, I am afraid of man

From the moment that Regulus stepped onto the train, you knew that something was eating him. You had waited in your normal “meeting place” where the two of you met every year and he never showed. While you were annoyed at him for standing you up, the look on his face made all those annoyed feelings vanish.

Regulus’ normally haughty cold expression seemed to be amplified by whatever was eating him. You moved your books to the side as he stepped into the compartment and promptly shut the door. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it to the other seat before sitting down beside you.

Waiting a moment, you wanted to give Regulus a chance to speak. You sat nearly on edge until Regulus sighed.

“So are you going to tell me what’s eating you? You didn’t meet me at our place.”

Regulus was quiet a moment longer before looking up. His grey eyes were darker than normal. Immediately, a nervous feeling went through you.

“Reggie?”

Regulus took a breath. He was dreading this conversation. THIS was what he had been dreading since halfway through the summer.

“Do you love me?”

You seemed confused by that question. Of course, you loved him! Regulus was the first person that you had ever loved. He was absolutely everything to you!

“Regulus, you silly. I love you more than anything.”

Regulus nodded before taking a breath.

“I said yes.”

You frowned before realization hit you. Regulus said yes to Voldemort. You were aware that the dark lord had been trying to recruit Regulus for months. Voldemort was all but sending Regulus flowers and begging him to join his side…the right side (or so he thought) and now he got his way.

“You did?”

You questioned. Regulus nodded before rolling up his shirt sleeve. Your eyes moved to the dark mark on his creamy skin.

Regulus was watching your face for any sign of disgust and anger. If you left him because of this, he truly didn’t know what he would do. You were the constant in his life. You were the one thing that meant the most and if he lost you…Regulus would be ready to die for real this time.

“I had to Y/n. I had to because it secures our future. We’ll be out of school in two years and will be married. I had to think about our future.”

While that wasn’t entirely a lie, it wasn’t entirely the truth either. Voldemort had threatened to have you killed.

“If you don’t say yes…your little girlfriend will die.”

Voldemort’s cold words had haunted Regulus’ sleep since the night that he HAD to say yes. Regulus would never forgive himself if something happened to you because of his reluctance to say yes to a madman. He could only hope that somehow, by saying yes, he could make good out of it. Surely there would be some way to “right” the “wrongs” that he was about to commit.

“We can make the best of it. You know that I will always support you.”

You said in a soft whisper. Regulus’ grey eyes rolled right back to your face.

“Do you mean it? Y/n, this is about to change me in a way that I don’t even know what to expect.”

You quickly climbed onto Regulus’ lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The two of you remained that way for a few moments. You were the first to make a move.

“I love you, Regulus. I’ll always have your back…no matter what.”

Underneath it all we're just savages, Hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages. How could we expect anything at all?

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A Worshipper of Magic (For a Date) part 4

Wednesday Addams x Male!Witch!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: a bit of gore at the end

Words: 1582

Summary: You and Wednesday devise a plan to capture the monster - a plan that could get you killed.

You nearly tripped over yourself, barefoot, running down the hallway after her.

Despite her small stature she was fast, moving effortlessly through the halls of Stocker hall despit having only been twice. She made sharp turns, leaving your vision for a moment and every time you worried that by some magic she would disappear behind one. It wasn’t until you both passed your room again, door still wide open did you realize she, in her rage and frustration, had forgotten where the exit to Stocker Hall was.

“Wednesday!” You shouted, a bit worn out from all the running, but so was she.

She stopped in front of you, you could hear her heavy, uneven breathing. Then in a swift movement she turned to you, her face turned to one of anger.

“I’m going to kill him..” she paused, “...And you’re going to help me”

She was right, of course.

You were a witch, you weren’t above murder. You usually condoned it, murder, fighting, maiming, mayhem, all of it. But you weren’t sure what this Tyler kid was, or his involvement in all of this. He could just have been a human dropping off lunch or something.

But you didn’t honestly believe that, and neither did Wednesday.

You knew his involvement went deeper that you had the evidence to prove, and at the moment there was nothing you could do about it. Wednesday, for all her bleak, hopelessness, didn’t believe that.

“We have to go again..” She said.

“There’s nothing else, I haven't seen anything and neither has anyone else, this was the first actually suspicious thing we’ve seen, that’s why I came straight to you.”

“So we’ll go after him-”

“And we’ll both die trying..” you sighed.

“So you want us to do nothing?”

With another sigh you let yourself sink back into your seat.

Wednesday thinks Tyler is the monster and that- somehow, Thornehill was controling him. You knew there was something wrong with her, you could see it in her soul, but you figured it was just fear, she was the only human at an inhuman school, you figured a bit of fear came along with it. But apparently it was hatred, for inhumans, or as she put it, ‘freaks’. She was the one in charge, the way she yelled and ordered Tyler around made that much clear. She controlled him. Why was they killing inhumans then?

“My mother murdered somebody..” Wednesday said suddenly.

“Yeah, I heard..”

“The man she murdered, his entire family died soon after..”

“I heard that too.”

“I was..in the family's house, the entire thing was covered in dust, dirt, and webs..all except for the sister's room. It was clean, and it had fresh flowers, they hadn’t wilted in the slightest.”

You sighed, sitting back in your chair, you’d persuaded her into coming back to your room with you so you weren’t just standing outside, plotting against a teacher.

“So there’s a supposedly dead little girl running around killing inhumans-“

“-or Ms.Thornhill is that little girl. My first thought was Dr. Kinbott, my therapist, but I’ve counted her out as a suspect, Xavier too-“

Despite not knowing either of those people, you absorbed her words thoughtfully. She’d already had a list of suspects, a list consisting of mostly people she knew personally, you wondered if you were on that list.

‘Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think, don’t think’ you thought.

Your mind was spinning as you sat in a cafe, well not just a cafe, the cafe that a suspected murderer worked at. You don’t know how she convinced you but she did. Now you sat in a booth across from, glaring at her unintentionally. Your jaw was clenched tight, your hands balled into fist. Despite your efforts to call yourself, thoughts of you being violently torn to shreds because you revealed your suspicion of him terrorized your mind. That wasn’t the only thing though.

Wednesday's plan was to provoke him using you. Something that, had it been anyone else, you would have said ‘no’ to then never have spoken to them again.

Unfortunately, you were soft.

‘He’s pretty when he’s scared,’ a thought Wednesday didn’t think she was capable of.

She has, in the past few days, come to enjoy your company a bit more, considering that nearly a week ago you’d done something rather intimate together- out of necessity, of course- but intimate regardless, she couldn’t forgot what that meant to you, what it meant for your kind, and what it meant in your relationship with her.

Peeking up at you over her book, she watched your mind race with a little smirk.

Wednesday hadn’t been the most romantic person ever, she’s actually been rather apathetic to it for most of her life. But you interest her, even now as you’d seemingly zoned out with a glare on your face.

“Wednesday-“ a familiar, yet unwanted, voice said.

She tapped her foot on yours under the table and you quickly became aware of his presence.

“-who's your friend?” He asked, a bit of worry in his voice.

You looked up at him, then across to her. You’d agreed beforehand that she would be in control, she knew him, and therefore could push his buttons better than you. But the part of her brain that produced snarky, sarcastic comments was shutting down due to the boiling rage she felt under her skin.

“I’m y/n..” you said, mustering every bit of calmness in your body,

“Y/n..” he repeated, and you could hear a twinge of dispies behind his sweet tone.

“Yeah, me and Wednesday have been..” you paused- for effect of course, “hanging out”

Your tone didn’t sound entirely truthful, which seemed to piss him off.

“Oh-“ he muttered, “she’s never mentioned you before.”

“It’s still relatively new-“ you could hear the restraint in her voice as she finally spoke up.

He nodded, his aura darkening.

A few more minutes of proding conversation later and Tyler was walking away with thinly veiled hatred for you in particular.

You and Wednesday didn’t stick around long after that. Actually, she dragged you out of the cafe not even ten minutes after you’d spoken to Tyler.

“Now what?”

You’d met Wednesday back in her room, ignoring her giddy roommate in the corner as she’d asked you to do.

“Now we wait for him to try and kill you.”

Right, you’d almost forgotten about that part, piss him off by being friends with Wednesday (she’d already mentioned his…possessive tendencies), wait for him to attack, after that things get a little too vague for your liking but you’ve already enacted step one so there’s no going back now.

“Good, great-“ you sighed, “if he does actually kill me I’ll haunt you as a ghost forever.”

“Hmm, you’d probably be tethered to wherever you were murdered, but I would visit you.”

“Maybe you could just carry my ashes around with you, I think that should tether me to you.”

“You would make a pretty necklace.”

“Thank you.”

Enid, who you’d nearly forgotten about, let out an excited noise, but quickly shut herself up.

Hours later, Wednesday insisted on walking you back to your room, as a way to thank you for risking your life.

You didn’t feel particularly brave about it, you felt scared, and yet, you were happy. You were doing this for a greater cause. Besides, the amount of hexes, spells, and traps in your room should protect you- or at least alert somebody before you are dead.

You stopped in front of your door, sighing deeply as you pondered for a short moment as to why you were jumping through these kinds of dangerous hoops for a girl you’d known for less than a month. Then you looked down at her, and with a sigh you cast those thoughts from your mind, you’d think about them again later, probably while fighting for your life in a hospital, but you’d decided it was worth it- for now at least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow..” you said as casually as you could.

“Of course-“ then, without any warning, she kissed you. It was just a peck on the cheek but when she pulled back you could see how flushed her pale face had become.

Then, before you could speak, she was gone.

Turning, you fumbled with your key in your pocket for a moment before finally going to unlock your door. Only for nothing to happen when you turned the lock, no click of the lock moving. Because it was already unlocked.

With a sigh, you pushed the door open and was quickly pinned to the floor by a blur of gray.

A searing pain shot through your body, starting at your chest, then quickly spreading to your limbs. You tried not to scream as your flesh was torn under the monster's sharp claws. It felt like years had gone by before it stopped, but I’d only been seconds. You turned your head to see the monster, suspended mid air, caught in a trap. You’d laugh if you were choking on your own blood.

Taking a long, painful breath in, then out, then in again. You needed to focus on breathing- on keeping your heart beating until help came. Another deep breath. Then another. Then another- you could head footsteps, thudding loudly against the floor.

You forced your eyes to stay open- to watch that murderous monster struggle against invisible, unbreakable binds.

Smiling, you thought, ‘I got him’.

#wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x male!reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday x male!reader #wednesday x reader #wednsday addams #witch!male!reader #x male!reader #male!s/o #male!reader #male reader #wednesday series #Spotify

[wylldebee]

Ye Olde Magick AU Headcanons

Ye Olde Magick AU: X and X

As always thank @books-n-guns for helping making this AU!

— The Starks and Mormonts of old used to wrestle. Wolf vs Bear! Once the Karstarks were made they also joined in. It was made a tournament back then, but as the magic in their veins waned and the Starks stopped getting their claws they stopped. — The Arryns have this Rite of Passage where they jump off the highest tower of the Eyrie, plummet down as low to the ground as they can, and then swoop upwards. The closer to the ground you are before you do, the most bragging rights you get. Aemma Targaryen still holds the record. Robert used to have such pride in that before the war. — Aemma used to have the most beautiful scaled and feather wings and also back muscles like damn. Absolutely beautiful. Viserys had guards hold down her wings before she was cut into. When the feathers fell off, she would gift them to her friends and family. Her husband Viserys, her daughter Rhaenyra, her good-brother Daemon, and Rhaenys each had one of her feathers with them when they died. — When Jon accidentally sneezed fire and melted a ice zombie instantly, Ygritte knew this was the gods way of telling her this is her future baby daddy. Fangs? Fire? If the kids inherited her hair and archery skills they would be unstoppable. (and yes this is a Ygritte lives!AU

— The real reason why Benjen wasn't in the war was because he would have been a menace. A lethal menace. You think Ned was just beginning to grey in book? If Benjen was in the war Ned would have been instantly grey, this poor man would just be running after his little brother as he kills knight after knight the entire war like Benjen no you can't just try and take on an entire unit on your own ROBERT STOP ENCOURAGING HIM! (Books-n-guns, if you're reading this I totally owe this to you about your Benjen comment XD) — Catelyn has a shiny rock collection. This woman has been in rivers since she was girl and has found the best rocks. She's given Ned some. He cherishes them dearly, and he always has one of them on his person. Uses the flatter ones as a worry stone. He had one of them on his person when he was executed. (no this isn't a Ned Stark lives!AU sorry the plot/lore demands it) — All the Stark-Tully kiddos collect rocks. The shinest of shiny rocks. Best of the best. Robb and Arya give some to Theon and Jon respectively. Sansa gives her very first best shiny rock to Margaery who never leaves without it. — In return Margaery gives Sansa a piece of her tree to take with her if she has to travel. A flower or a leaf or even a piece of its bark. It's warm to Sansa's hand and she swears she can feel Margaery through it. — Arya bit Joffrey when he was being an ass with Mycah. Nobody could deny it with blood on Arya's lips/fangs. So Nymeria stays and Lady was spared. Afterwards, Ned managed to get the wolves out of King's Landing just in time. Sansa has wolf dreams of running with Nymeria, hunting and surviving. — Margaery nearly weeps when she learns about the Starks of old. She loves her Sansa - but are you seriously telling her, her girl could've had pointed ears and wolf eyes and claws? She could have had a Westeros version of a werewolf as a girlfriend?! Fuck it she's joining the Old Gods maybe if she's a good follower they'll have pity on this poor lesbian and give Sansa those features. Please she is begging with her heart and her entire pussy please. — A month after giving birth to her daughter, Aemma strapped Rhaenyra and her little dragon securely to her chest, and took flight. Just like her good-mother did to a baby Daemon on her dragon years ago. People said Rhaenyra was giggling when Aemma landed. "She has her entire life to ride on a dragon, Viserys." The queen was overheard saying to her husband. "Let her first years be flying with me." — As books-n-guns said, the Lannisters were more pack oriented than the Starks. Come Tywin and his Tywin-ness and boy have the Lannisters been screwed-up badly by him. — The Tullys and the Greyjoys absolutely hate each other I'm not kidding. You think Balon has beef with Ned over his defeat over little rebellion? Nah, that only added to the existing beef of Ned being married to fucking Tully. A fucking river nymph. This hate is spread out to the Riverlanders and the people of Iron Isles. — No I'm serious they fucking hate each other. The amount of fist fights and duals and deaths between a Riverlander and someone from the Iron Isles is so damn frequent people just automatically clear the area and wait for one or both to die, and carry on their business. It's another Thursday in Westeros, nothing spectacular to see here.

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Very rough snip from my Adventure Steve/Spider Hybrid Billy wip. This is where they first meet.

Steve shouts startled as he feels something against his neck, solid but light. He jumps up, flower falling from his hand as he tries to get away from whatever is on his neck. He doesn't like the feel, like something is crawling over him, it only gets worse when it gets to his hair pinching and pulling as it climbs him. Steve manages to swat it away, watching with wide eyes as it twirls in the air, black and flesh tones spinning together as it gracefully lowers to a nearby flower. Steve takes a step back, eyes focusing on the monster?

Steve isn't sure he can call it that, sure there are humanoid monsters but those are things like sirens. He's never heard of one like this, human looking from the waist up, all tan skin and golden blone hair flowing down to his shoulder blades, from the waist down however he's got the body of an aracnid type monster. Judging by the colors the marble of black and gray with a triangular splash of golden orange on the but, whatever spider he hails from is corrosive. 

Billy huffs and puffs as he rights himself on the closest flower, glaring up at the elf. He doesn't understand why he's been knocked off, he was only trying to mark him, make sure no one else comes along thinking he is up for grabs. Billy is going to keep him, that means keeping him safe, a job Billy intends to take very seriously. Billy brushes off imaginary lint before glaring up at the elf.

Steve eyebrows shoot up into his hair line as the hybrid crosses his arms over his human chest with a hissed, "let me bite you!"

"Uh, no thank you?" Steve wishes his voice didn't go high on the end like it's a question but he's never spoken to a monster before, he didn't know there were any that could talk even those with humanoid aspects. He doesn't know what to make of this.

"Why not?" Doesn't this elf understand it's for his own good? Billy can see his level and knows he's too low to be down here. He's going to get himself killed.

Steve gives Billy an unsure look annoyed as his voice goes high again, "I don't want to die?"

Billy's jaw drops, his but twitching, angry at the notion, "I wasn't planning to kill you!"

Steve nods, but he's still giving him that same looks at he points to the markings on his but that indicate just how dangerous he can be, "well I'm not immune to corrosive damage so sure seems like it."

Billy huffs, butt wiggling faster, "my bite is only corrosive if I want it to be, don't you know anything!" Billy wouldn't kill him, he wants to keep him, and not as a corpse for dinner, though he does look like he'd be delicious. 

Steve wasn't aware monsters could choose, none of the books he's read on the subject have suggested that and none of the adventures he's partied with have mentioned it either. Does anyone know about this? "Well until just a minute ago I didn't think any monster could talk so certainly less than I thought I did."

Billy scrunches his nose up, still annoyed, "well I can."

"Can others?" Steve doesn't know how he'll feel if they can.

Billy's mood turns a bit sulky, that's part of why it's so lonely down here, "haven't met any."

Steve squats down, fairly certain at this point that Billy isn't going to kill him, bringing him eye level with the small man? creature? Steve is still confused about what he is. "Must get lonely down here, I'm Steve by the way."

Steve holds a big hand out to him and Billy reaches out holding the tip of his middle finger in an imitation of a shake. "BIlly and it is lonely, that's why I'm going to keep you.”

I'm nearly 10k in and I just love this au so much.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #wip #i missed Wednesday but don't care #fanfiction #st fic #Billy Hargorve x Steve Harrington #also i habe to rewritea bit I just wrote because I forgot I had them talk about hwo his bit was only corrosive if he wanted it to be. #also not sure im going to stick with corrosive and not some.other sort of damage. thatbit might change

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sorry I hope you’re still wanting asks about those yan fruity 4 posts I’ve just seen them all sorry but I’m really intrigued by what’s been going on with ‘the lamps’(?) hinted at or like i don’t know if it’s something you’ve posted about earlier but what happened with the lamp after they kidnapped reader and like why they’re banned and stuff. Sorry if this is late or anything

OMG YES thank you so so much for bringing it up actually bc no I haven’t posted specifically about it yet, I really wanted to talk about this part but it felt too much to add on to the other posts!! But no no no absolutely I’m still loving talking about the yandere fruity four, and especially this specific like Nancy kidnapping au ig you could call it, absolutely do not hesitate to send me thoughts on this scenario you’re absolutely fine hahaha.

And yes, there was a specific incident that lead to the fruity four banning lamps from your room. That and water glasses, ceramic plates, bowls, vases... don’t worry, they still give you lots of flowers though :)

You thought in the first couple of days that they’d let you go. Then if not all of them, maybe some of them, eventually even just one.

But no. The four keep you locked in that room - ‘your new bedroom’, and they only seem to get more into the delusion that this will all work out well and you’ll forgive them, as time goes on.

Once your begging tactics don’t work, and you being smart and attempting an escape only leads to them feeling so much more sympathetic towards you and trying harder to be so lovey dovey, you decide to switch up tactics. Or, maybe it’s less of a decision, and more your emotions switching up as you deal with this trauma, threat, situation, whatever the hell this is.

Specifically, now you’re angry. Of course you have been pissed off, but now you’re ready to fight. You feel rageful. And you’re beginning to get so ballistic that where a few days ago you would have killed an entire town just to protect your friends, now you’re willing to do whatever you have to to either get out of here, or get them to fall out of ‘love’ with you, or at least let them know you’re serious business.

Just not... just not that, you wouldn’t go that far. Honestly? You couldn’t ever imagine doing... that.. to them, even if they have you locked up here. You don’t exactly see them the same way as before, and you never will, but they’ve saved your life so many times, and you’ve saved them. You’ve nearly fallen apart having thought one, or more of them, may have died, or are too close to danger; you can’t imagine losing them after feeling all of that, having been through that pain of waiting, no matter what they’ve done. You can’t feel that way ever again. But are you full of enough adrenaline and rage and justice to draw blood or fistfight your way through them and a whole door if needs be? Definitely.

Robin has come into your room alone one day, Eddie waiting by the door, as she comes to chat with you, check up on you.

You inform her that you can’t possibly be doing well, considering the circumstances, but Robin is pissing you off. Yet again she’s saying that you’re not getting out of here. And she even seems upset that you keep bringing it up!!

You try to have a semi normal conversation with her as you let her sit side by side on your bed- the bed. Hoping beyond hope that she’ll prove how much she loves you and at least talk to the others. You’re sure her even trying, and with you holding the same view, it might sway some votes. But Robin decides to leave you be with a sigh, standing as she turns away from you with a “Y/n that’s not gonna happen. I don’t know how many times we have to tell you, but we’ll keep doing so. Look just rest up because you haven’t been eating. And, you know, Steve’s been trying really hard to make all your favourites!”

She sounds more emotional talking about Steve’s efforts and trying to get you to understand their love, versus actually talking to you about your captivity. “Someone will come check on you again in an hour. But you know you can always ask for one of us if you wanna talk.”

Robin has her back fully turned, with Eddie opening the door and waiting for her, Steve and Nancy both meeting them in the hall too. You’re still on the other side of the bed, so no one bothers to get too close to the door, it’s not like you’re making a run for it this time from there.

But they shouldn’t have let their defences down.

Robin is still facing away from you, just a couple of feet from your open door, when suddenly a lamp is smashed into the wall and door frame in front of her, to the left of her head.

The three who watched from the hall are frozen in utter shock.

Robin stands still too. Before turning around to see you, breathing heavily, and with your arm still out from where you’d launched your bedroom lamp, right on the wall just feet away from her head, all to make your point.

Nancy and Steve quickly move forward, Nancy taking a step into your room for the first time without you screaming at her, but it’s because both of them are rushing and grabbing an arm of Robin’s each, pulling her out of the room so nothing else can happen that can escalate this further.

Robin looks utterly betrayed. Her mouth open in shock, still facing you even as her partners pull her out the room, and her eyes hurt by what you’ve just done. None of them could ever have expected this of you.

Which was weird considering the situation they’ve put you in, by acting so unexpectedly in your mind too.

Eddie looks away from you and to the ground with wide eyes, clearly also shocked and conflicted, maybe even a little ashamed, although who of you’re not sure.

But you keep your eyes fiery with rage, with your body still. Breathing hard, arm still stretched out, but apart from that you’re almost calm. Which is scarier for the others. Like you have no guilt about what you’ve just done whatsoever. Acting out violently, and threatening Robin. Who really had just come in your room, chatted with you, and not done anything wrong at all! She hadn’t even upset you today! Not until then...

They all close the door, and you can’t hear what must be a hushed conversation on the other side. But you just sit down on your bed, staring out the window. And wondering if the others would all restrain you even worse if you had thrown that lamp through there instead, to try and call for help.

Imagining all four of them all pinning you to the bed, you struggling, but your limbs with nowhere to go, their faces... their faces like in your nightmares, determined and scary. And imprisoning you even more. So that walking around in your room, which is all you can do right now, would be a luxury in comparison.

You try to get those thoughts out of your head, when you realise that after your little stunt, you’ll probably be left alone with just your mind for the next few hours.

Eddie comes in with dinner for you by the end of the evening, while Steve follows him in. You notice Robin at the end of the door, but when she catches your eye she looks away after a second, shutting it behind you three.

Eddie makes quick conversation about food and such, but you’re more focused on the way Steve’s completely avoiding looking at you, his head bent like he’s ashamed to do so. And then Eddie’s talking isn’t distracting you at all, because you notice Steve picking up the other two decorative lamps and hauling them under his arms.

When you ask him what he’s doing, even though you know full well, Steve seems shy around you almost. He’s pink in the face, and he does make a bit of eye contact, but mostly keeps his head down. They all agreed they should take the rest of the lamps out. You can tell he’s also sad about the whole you threatening Robin thing, especially since you know how much his ‘family’ is important to him.

If it takes making them unhappy to get them to understand this is not a good plan, then you don’t really care.

Nothing about what you did seems to have effected them too much at all though. And while you were getting more and more enraged at the fact your ‘ex’ friends had not only kidnapped you, but were obsessed delusional assholes, you were steaming even more at the fact they seemed to brush off your threat as if it was a little tantrum. Well, you knew they did take it seriously, but they were trying to act as if it was all okay and they love you just the same and everyone’s just moving on blah blah blah.

The day after your lamp stunt Robin came in with the other three, it was another attempt at getting you to not react so... poorly, to Nancy. And apart from a talk in the morning, and you bringing it up again at lunch, the others had tried to act normal with you. Whatever normal could possibly be with these guys.

The next day Robin came in with your meal, happily chatting away to you - after turning on the main light, considering it was dinner time and dark out. She didn’t even mention what you both knew was a little act of rebellion on your part, sitting in the dark for probably hours, because they took away your lamps. She just chatted with you and tried to hand you the new book Nancy had brought you a couple of days ago, asking if you’ve read it yet. Or if you’d like her to read it to you!

Apart from some spoken arguments on your end in the beginning, you were pretty quiet, as Robin lounged about your room, as she was free to do so in any room of her house, and tried to get you to open up again. Like you were before.

This time, as Robin turned to leave, the door shut closed, and facing your wall in the same spot she’d stood just two days before, you threw the now empty glass of water she’d given you across the room, and you smashed it into the back of her head.

It wasn’t particularly strong glass, and it half shattered the moment you threw it at Robin’s head. You knocked her out cold.

Steve heard the thump of something loud collapsing on your bedroom floor, and he ran down the hall to burst open your room. Upon finding Robin, knocked unconscious face first on the ground, and the broken cup by her side, Steve fell to his knees right by his best friend. Shock crashing through his system like frozen ice in his veins, his heart pumping wildly, as Steve scoops Robin up to his lap, watching her screw her face up and moan smally, as he pressed his hand to her cheek, Robin still remaining unconscious, if not seemingly alright apart from that.

But she was still hurt. The shock was still there. And Steve was very much aware that you, one of the loves of his life, had just hurt Robin on purpose.

“What the fuck have you done?” Steve asks stupefied. His hand on the back of her head coming back with just a small trail of blood, mixed into his best friend’s dirty blonde hair, as he looks up at you horrified. Steve is genuinely just shocked, asking you this.

Astounded and appalled by your actions. But for the first time after this, he looks at you differently. Because you watch Steve cradling Robin knocked out, and you just sit down on the edge of your bed. Nothing else in your hands. And you just look at them.

It’s the first time Steve has ever seen you differently...

But only a second later, Steve can tell there’s some upset in your eyes. You’re not looking at him as he just gawks at you, but with your head tilted down on him and Robin, he sees the shininess of wet in your eyes, a twinkle of deep deep knowledge and thought of your actions, of what led to Robin being like this. And Steve very very quickly remembers that you are just so stressed, he knows it’s not like he just never knew you, any thoughts he could have even started to think in his horror are no longer gonna sprout to his mind. He takes a second in dumb awe definitely, but Steve very quickly remembers just how hard this situation is for you, and of course in such terrible times, people act out in odd ways.

Even though this is not okay, he still understands you the same as he thinks he always has. He knows you’re not different, he knows that very clearly, and he certainly won’t let one incident effect how he thinks or feels about you. This just... none of this is right. And his focus is very much on Robin right now.

You’re crying as the four all take Robin out. They can all see and hear you, even though they’re panicked and fussing over Robin right now. For the first time no one really with you as you cry, as you sob, all just focusing on quickly checking Robin and what happened, as Steve carries her in his arms to take her downstairs. Everyone staggered at not only seeing Robin like this at home after running to Steve’s worried yells for them, but hearing you did it, and seeing you’re not even coming to her now. Your eyes full of tears and sobs aching your chest, as you watch Robin groan unconsciously, before they all take her out.

Even while Robin wakes up on the stairs downwards, just seconds after leaving your room, and as they all apply first aid while Robin is on the dining table downstairs, they can still hear your hearty cries from directly above them.

All their attention is on Robin, tears in their eyes and their touches all either medical or reassuring or loving, as they ask her questions ranging from ‘Can you tell me if this hurts? How many fingers am I holding up? Do you remember everything?’ All three genuinely upset at not only seeing Robin hurt, especially after all their trauma, and especially it happening in their home with all of them there who are supposed to protect her, but the fact you, their love, her love, did this. That you were so pent up from your situation you acted out like this.

The three all stay to console Robin, as she bawls knowing that you’d just done this to her, even as they all brace themselves from hearing your heaved and panicked wails and sobs from up above.

All five of you in agony. But this time none of them coming to try and help you.

Not one of you are even sure if them doing so would make you feel better, or worse, that night.

It was your first break, the first time you really acted not like yourself, not like anyone you ever wanted to be, but what they were turning you into.

You weren’t as destructive as that again. But it didn’t stop you from either acting out of impulsive and defensive anger, or letting them know you were serious.

Like one time with Eddie. He wasn’t one of the worst ones, if any of them could be called so, but sometimes being that meant he forgot his place. Like over a week in, when he very softly brushed his hand down your hair.

You were on his side the moment your spine finished crawling. Yelling angrily, but it was on par with Eddie’s pained yells for you to stop.

You were on top of Eddie’s side, yanking at his hair hard, pulling and scratching at locks of his shaggy mullet as you took literal tufts out furiously.

“Y/N STOP! STOP, STOP IT!!” Eddie yells, trying to push you off, but pained shrieks leaving like cries as it only means you rip more of his long waves out from his head. Eddie trying desperately to get you to stop, pushing not too hard at you because he didn’t want to and because it only made it worse.

You were screeching as you attacked at his head. Ripping Eddie’s hair out and not letting go whatsoever, even when the others were all pulling you off of him so hard it hurt. Your fingers going numb as your wrists were being squeezed, and your hands were being scratched up, as they try to unhook your claws from the knotted fistfuls of Eddie’s hair you’re grabbing onto. Arms wrapped around your body and upper arms tightly, squeezing you hard and painfully squishing you as they try pulling you away, while also soon pinning you down with their own bodies. Having to hurt you just a bit as they try and pull you off of him because you just will not let go. Eddie crying out in pain, you screaming madly, and the others all yelling your name and for you to stop loudly.

They were all acting quick and had to be uncaring about being a bit rough with you as they had to get you off of Eddie now. You were worried Steve was going to break your wrist, even though he would never want to, he was just squeezing it that hard, to the point that hand cramped so you couldn’t even untangle your fingers from Eddie’s knots if you tried. Steve’s other arm wrapped like a python around your body, as him and Robin tried leaning on top of you. All three scratching at the backs of your hands, Nancy’s especially pinching and painful. Gripping your fingers in such awkward and painful ways, as they tried to unhook you from Eddie’s head. But it still took all three of them and Eddie’s help a long time to fully free Eddie from your clutches.

By that point Steve and Robin were sitting on top of your body with their own. Crushing you. You were crying out, pained and panicked and horrified at being in a situation like this. Trying to breathe with them on top of you, made much harder by your sobs, as not only were they shadowing and crushing you, but also as you never ever wanted to be in this position with the stalkers who declared their love for you near constantly, the friends who you now were horrified by.

Eddie went straight to the floor as soon as he was free, panting and crying, looking right at you with those big fucking doe brown eyes, that you can barely see from where Steve’s torso is blocking your view as he shadows on top of you, but those fucking eyes making you wail even harder. For a completely different reason now.

Nancy goes right down to comfort Eddie. Meanwhile you’re trying desperately to get his hair out of your hands as quick as possible. The small strands you managed to get, making you feel sick to now have touching you, for a myriad of reasons. But you couldn’t get them off with Robin and Steve both lying on top of your restrained body. You could only shake your hands and not even purposely. Steve was still restraining your arms too, and now they were in a twisted position that hurt, but the four couldn’t exactly focus on that when they were concentrated on Eddie. Even if you knew you were in a similar amount of pain to what he was in, at least in some way.

They had to restrain you, if you were hurting them, if they had to, you might get a couple of bruises from attacking them, but they would never, ever hurt you apart from that. They don’t want to. And they weren’t hurting you too badly, even now, they wouldn’t do that. You were still their love but you were just acting out in dangerous ways.

Nancy hit you. She knocked you unconscious. She tied you up so much the others had all thrown up at least once from the image since. And then they’d all kidnapped you. You guess, to be fair, they don’t always respond much the other times you hurt them. They even accepted it sometimes.

Although that could occasionally infuriate you more.

Steve comes to check on you and see if you’re hurt, after they’ve all gotten a sobbing Eddie breathing again and somewhat looked over downstairs. You spit in his face. Steve still gives you first aid for your bruises and scratches, and apologies.

Sometimes when you hurt them they’ll stay there and accept it. Sometimes they just simply leave you be. And sometimes they apologise, but you know it’s not just for the recent reason that caused you to hurt them, you know they know what they’re doing to you is wrong, even if they convince themselves it’ll all be good.

Sometimes you didn’t care after one had left and you’d hurt them; you’d think you only really did so when they deserved it, even though for what they’ve done they always deserve so.

Sometimes you feel bad. That’s normally for when you’ve hurt them more than just one quick reaction.

You could slap Robin in the face, and she could look into your eyes with absolute awe and sadness, you’d stay exactly where you were, staring her down. Other times you could kick Steve in the stomach as he was on your floor for something, but the moment you meet his teary eyes, you were sobbing at him to just go, because you didn’t want him to see you cry because of this. It was usually context dependent.

Nancy once left your room with scratches all over her face. Steve was shocked and immediately grabbed Nancy’s cheeks, lightly, to look at her face in all angles, where he waited for her down the hall. Worried about Nancy because of course he is, he loves her and she’s part of his family, but also asking her what the hell happened in there?

They were light scratches, they’d fade soon. At least when you hurt them with your fingernails or something, it wasn’t like an object they could take away from you. Like the fact you now only get plastic cups. Your nails were getting bitten to hell enough anyway.

She’s tried to instinctively push your wrists away when you first started clawing at her face, trying to soothingly say “Y/n-“ but you went for her lips. Nancy leaned her head away from you, backing up, but you kept following. And she kept her hands trying to chase your arms, trying lightly to push you off of her. Getting slightly more panicked when you tried to pin her down and really go at her face, Nancy thought of democreatures pinning her and loved ones down and attacking if that happened, but you were in one of your moods where you were set on your task.

She winced and cried out quietly and tried talking to you, asking you to stop now, that she’d go okay? Hissing and whining and groaning sad you continued wildly scratching at her anywhere you could get near her face, neck and shoulders too a little, dragging them down. And also a little scared, definitely hurt, and worrying the longer it goes on. But she’s managed to hit your hands down in one swoop and back up a couple of steps, and as she knew, that pause made you finally stop. Especially with Nancy telling you she’d just leave now, okay?

Nancy hadn’t even called out for help, even though she had obviously asked and tried to get you to stop. She didn’t want any of her other partners to go talk to you either, not that they’d really ‘punish ’ you much or anything though. Nancy understood, even if she didn’t like the fact you’d do things like this now, no matter how much, she loved you, so so dearly, it would never ever change no matter what you do.

Sometimes they won’t call out to the others if you hurt them, either they think they can handle it, or mostly it’s because they feel like they deserve it. You can get it out, it’s okay, they understand how maddened you must be, and they know they’ve got a lot of making up to do to you, they’re guilty enough to let you do so anyway. Not guilty enough to convince themselves they should let you leave them or anything though. They can’t have that happen, they just couldn’t cope if that..! But even if they’re a bit emotionally hurt at those times, they’re not mad at you.

And unfortunately, they do start to become slightly less surprised by it. Even though at the same time, past the first two - three weeks, your attacks lessen. It would be an odd looking chart.

Nancy’s making graphs of you concerning different things though, it helps her keep peace of mind sometimes. And they all have big family talks about you a lot anyway, more than they even did before you joined their home, so she has all of them to show her notes to.

That scratching at her was still pretty early on after she hit you and knocked you out, Nancy can’t blame you for acting out. Even if she feels right having you here, finally having you home, Nancy felt guilty for hurting you.

The first time she tried to have a conversation with you, after they all explained you would be staying here now, you’d looked at her with such emotion in your eyes as you said “You hit me Nancy.”

Nancy could never forget that. She’d burst into tears the moment you said it, but kept her eyes right on you, her hand to her heart, as you looked at her so betrayed, so hurt, so in shock that she would ever do something like that to you.

“I’m- I’m so so sorry y/n..!” Nancy hiccuped, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she felt genuine horror at knowing she had hit you. She loves you. She can’t believe she would ever be the type of lover to hit you. After both of you saving each other’s lives. After all the promises she made to your image. Being so sure she and the others were the right option for you, the best way to keep you safe, and loved, and comforted always, your future. She hit you hard enough to make your head bleed, and then she’d taken you away.

The others weren’t exactly comforting her at that point. But Nancy would have directed them back to you anyway, during that conversation. Nancy never wanted to hit you again.

Steve had soothingly applied first aid to the scratches you’d clawed all into Nancy’s face, and neck, trying to ask her if she was okay, emotionally they both knew he meant, but Nancy kept promising she was fine. Even though everyone in the house felt a gloom cloud over the home and all of them each time you became different and hurt someone.

They did understand. And they still loved you. Sometimes you were genuinely scared in that moment, even a little traumatised (they were horrified to think it), and they really didn’t blame you at all in those moments. Usually someone would stay with you to try and calm you down from your panic attack state about the other one going to hurt you, as someone else took them out of the room, to check they were okay.

They really did feel awful for you in those instances. No one treated you differently after them. They were even more caring in fact. Just trying to soothe you into knowing you were okay, they weren’t trying to hurt you, look at them, just look at them, in their eyes don’t look at the other, nothing is going to try and hurt you, they promise, it’s alright, no one is going to harm you here okay? You’re safe.

Steve had been that person to breathe with you once, when you’d repeatedly shoved Eddie hard to the ground, and kicked Nancy to the floor as well, not allowing either of them up as you panickedly kept pushing them down, convinced that one or both of them were about to hurt you. As soon as Robin helped them both leave and shut the door to leave the room quiet, with Steve holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes, his own sure but empathetic, and comforting as well as strong, talking you through how safe you were as you came down from your sudden panic, you’d moved forward in a rattling fearful sob and wrapped your arms around Steve.

Steve felt shame for the fact he thought you were coming to tackle him too, rather than hug him, but he’s sure it’s because he hasn’t felt you hug him since he first untied you in this room. And not leaping at him wanting his comfort in that long either. Immediately, Steve’s wrapping his arms around you, and he’s hugging you just as he’d always do before. Tight, but not too strongly, tender and soothing. He kept you close, as your fists gripped onto his waist and shirt, one of his hands stroking your hair down your head, neck, and shoulders. As he let you place your head into his shoulder, and he pressed his cheek into your head, your hair moving softly together, as he held you in his close arms.

He holds you, he just holds you, he does everything you need right now, that you’ve probably needed for a long time. His words confident and soothing, promising you all the safety in the world. Letting his soft cheek finally press against your warm one again. Actual skin on skin contact, to comfort both of you. Letting him finally be not just the hero, screw that, but your friend again, one of your best friends. Steve’s heart and body full of relief at the fact he’s able to comfort you again. And hugging and holding you lovingly, the same way he did before, nothing more, it wasn’t needed. All Steve needed and all he wanted right then in the entire world was to hug you and make you feel safe and comforted. And so, that’s exactly what he did. Exactly like he would as your friend, and he is still your friend! He would never ever stop, and he’s so so glad you’re letting him be your friend again, just like before.

For two full minutes you clung onto Steve and sobbed, needing your best friend to promise you that you were not in danger right now, as you came down from feeling like you most definitely were. And Steve relished that you were finally able to be comforted by him again, but also that you let him, that you wanted him, and that you’d been so so brave to come to him for it first. You were amazing. You were constantly proving how strong you were. And he loved you, not just like that, but in every single way.

It killed Steve just a little bit after just those two minutes, when you pulled back, and looking right down at the floor, arms wrapped around yourself instead, you quietly asked him to leave now. And that the next day, you didn’t reach out to him or the others, in any way the same. That you seemed even sadder...

But he had told the others what had happened. It at least gave them all hope. All they want is to be able to comfort you again, they just don’t want you to feel like this anymore, and especially not all alone.

#yandere fruity four/reader #yandere Eddie Munson #Yandere Steve Harrington #Yandere Robin Buckley #Yandere Nancy Wheeler #yandere fruity four #yandere fruity four x reader #yandere fruity four drabble #yandere fruity four blurb #yandere fruity four angst #stranger things #anon #ask

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 1 - 'till not even Death do us part

After seeing a prompt list of Intimacy Starters on Twitter, I decided to make a whole month out of it, yet again. I will always put the prompt line in the notes and the stories don't connect to each other unless it's stated that they do.

The prompt for this one was "Come here"

Something is wrong with Satoru. Ever since they lost Riko, something is definitely wrong with Satoru and Suguru doubts it’s the death of the girl or even the fact that Toji nearly killed both of them.

Something else is going on with Satoru, something deeper, and in all honesty, it’s starting to freak Suguru out. Satoru is frantically trying to perfect his techniques, which is understandable, given everything that happened to them, but something about him is off in a way Suguru can’t quite put his finger on.

Satoru’s movements used to be graceful and lithe but now they are erratic, jerking where before they were smooth, as if Satoru doesn’t quite remember how to move his body. It’s evident in their sparring sessions as well; Suguru used to win seven out of ten, but now he easily wins ten out of ten and doesn’t even break a sweat doing so. 

Another thing is the spaciness. Suguru sometimes has to call out for Satoru several times, wave his hand in front of his face or outright block his vision to get his attention and even when those blue eyes do finally snap to him, there’s always a moment when Satoru looks straight through him.

The very first time Suguru had noticed that something is off with Satoru was in the room with the Star members, where Satoru had asked him if they should simply kill them all.

Suguru had understood that urge, better than Satoru might think, even though he did tell him not to do it, but what he didn’t understand was the muttered “Maybe I should give them something in return, a little peace offering”.

When Suguru asked about that strange utterance Satoru had simply stared at him until Suguru changed the subject but even though it went ignored it was never forgotten.

Something is off with Satoru and it’s starting to freak Suguru out.

“Hey, Satoru?” Suguru asks, once he finds Satoru out in the courtyard under a tree, staring into nothing. It’s becoming something of a familiar sight, but Satoru always seems so far away in these moments that there is a split second of fear running down Suguru’s back, because what if he can’t get Satoru to come back to him?

“Satoru?” Suguru carefully asks again, now seated next to Satoru and he bumps their shoulders together. “Where do you always go?” Suguru mutters, following Satoru’s gaze but not seeing anything but their boring courtyard.

“You think they like flowers?” Satoru suddenly asks, his eyes still seeing right through everything. “There are so many of them, they have to like flowers.”

There is not a single flower in sight and unease curls around Suguru’s heart.

“Who likes flowers?” he asks, trying to keep the worry out of his voice but it doesn’t matter. Satoru doesn’t even react to him.

“Satoru, please,” Suguru whispers and reaches out for Satoru’s hand, threading their fingers together. “Come back.” He squeezes Satoru’s hand and for once, it seems to be enough. 

Satoru turns his head towards Suguru and when he blinks he even seems to really see Suguru.

“Oh, hey, Suguru,” Satoru greets him before he seems to notice that they are holding hands. “What are we doing?” he asks, confusion clear on his face and Suguru is quick to untangle their hands.

“You didn’t react to me when I called out for you,” Suguru explains, willing himself to not go bright red in the face, and Satoru frowns at him.

“I always hear when you call for me, though,” Satoru gives back and it’s ridiculous enough that Suguru laughs straight in his face.

“You never hear me anymore, Satoru,” Suguru tells him when Satoru pouts at him and for a moment, for a split second, Suguru thinks that maybe they can have a normal conversation for once.

But then Satoru’s eyes glaze over, his gaze returning to the courtyard once more and Suguru knows he lost him again.

“They sure do like flowers,” Satoru mutters, narrowing his eyes as if he’s looking at something really closely. “Hey, Suguru, camellias are your favourite, aren’t they?” he then asks and Suguru is almost surprised to hear that Satoru still remembers that he’s there.

“They are,” he agrees, following Satoru’s gaze, even though he knows he won’t see any flowers.

“Maybe they don’t like flowers,” Satoru mutters. “Maybe this is a warning. Maybe they are threatening you.”

“Satoru, no one is threatening me,” Suguru gently reminds him, because they are very alone in the courtyard and there are definitely no flowers around.

“They might be, though, who knows. Won’t let them, so don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about them,” Suguru gives back, and it’s true. 

Suguru is not worried about this ‘them’ Satoru keeps talking about but he is very worried about Satoru. 

“Good, good, you shouldn’t be,” Satoru distractedly mutters and Suguru wonders what he has to do to get his attention back to him.

“Want to watch a movie in my room?” Suguru asks, deciding that his report for Yaga can wait a bit. 

He has more important things to deal with right now.

“A movie, sure,” Satoru gives back, his eyes still far away, but he does get up.

Suguru pointedly doesn’t think too hard about the fact that his limbs are jerking almost uncontrollably; he looks more like a doll cut off its strings and still trying to walk than a real human being and Suguru feels like crying.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with Satoru and he doesn’t know how to fix it, either.

~ * ~ * ~

Suguru remembers that there’s a wall behind him a moment before he makes impact with it. He gets the breath knocked out of him and when the back of his head slams against the stone, everything goes dark for a moment.

Or maybe for longer than a moment because when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer in the abandoned building he was fighting the curse in but in a meadow of flowers.

All camellia, Suguru realises with a note of hysteria and maybe Satoru wasn’t going insane these past few weeks.

“Hello, Suguru,” a pleasant voice calls out for him and Suguru wheels around on his heels, hands ready as if he has to fight, and for all that he knows, he might have to.

He did not expect to come face to face with Death and instantly, all the fight leaves him. What use is there, if Death themselves is here for him?

“I died then. I’m dead,” Suguru states, feeling numb with that knowledge but Death shakes their head.

Or, well, the hood. It’s not as if Suguru can make out an actual face under there.

“You’re not. Your Satoru won’t let me,” Death explains and even takes a step back as if they are making a point. “I’m here to talk.”

“You’re here to–talk. With me. Death wants to talk to me,” Suguru mutters and then promptly sits down, because what the hell.

Death seems to take that as an invitation, because they sit down as well, though a good way away from Suguru.

“I do. Do you mind?”

“Do I get a choice?” Suguru asks and pointedly looks around. They are definitely no longer in the realm of humans, so it’s clearly not on Suguru to decide.

“You do. Of course you do. The impact didn’t kill you; it just knocked you out. It’s a state similar enough to death that I can slip in, for a little while. You’ll leave here unharmed and before you worry, barely a few seconds will have passed when you wake up.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Suguru bitingly says, because nothing about this entire situation is reassuring at all.

“I know this must be unsettling but I need you to pass a message to your Satoru,” Death tells him and Suguru frowns.

Death said it like that once before, ‘your Satoru’, as if Suguru has any claim to him.

“He’s not mine,” he forces himself to bite out, desperate to clear that up, even though he’s not sure one should argue with Death.

“Isn’t he?” Death asks, the hood tilting curiously to the side. “You seemed very much like his when he fought me for your life. So I assumed.”

That knocks Suguru’s breath out of his chest. 

“When he what?” he squeaks out, because surely, surely Satoru wouldn’t be stupid enough to fight Death.

But then again–it’s Satoru. Suguru can kind of see it. If anyone would be stupid enough to fight Death and come out alive at the end, it would be Satoru.

“So he didn’t tell you about that, curious,” Death muses. “You were supposed to die together with Riko Amanai.”

Suguru’s fingers tingle and a cold shudder runs down his back. He was supposed to die. He’s not supposed to be alive anymore and every breath he takes is just borrowed time.

He’s not quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

“You said you’re not here to take me,” he finally whispers out, because he needs to reassure himself that Death is not going to cut him down with their scythe any moment now.

“I’m not. I’m no longer allowed to touch you. Your Six Eyes keeps a close watch on you, I would guess he’s starting to sense that something is wrong around this time now.”

“What do you mean, you’re no longer allowed to touch me?” 

Suguru feels faint. This is all slightly overwhelming and his head spins. He’s glad he sat down at the very start of all of this.

“The Six Eyes forbid it. Geto Suguru is not to be touched, not to be taken. He was very adamant about it. Convincing, too.”

“You’re Death. How convincing could he have been?”

“Very. Even Death can die. Even I can be killed.”

“You’re Death,” Suguru stresses again. “And for all that he’s powerful, he’s still just a teenager.”

“A stubborn one, at that. And he put his stubbornness into keeping you alive. Not even Death can cut through infinity, you know.”

“But–there were other Six Eyes users before him. You must have experience.”

“Are you arguing with me to get yourself killed?” Death asks mildly and Suguru blanches.

“No! No, I just–I don’t understand.”

Death hums thoughtfully before they speak again. “The last Six Eyes user didn’t put up much of a fight. But then again, he died with his one and only, so maybe that changes things. Your Six Eyes acted up when he realised I was only there to take you and the girl.”

“So Satoru was always meant to survive?” Suguru asks, and he decides not to look too closely into why that makes him feel so relieved.

“His time has not yet come.”

“But mine is technically over.”

“As long as your Six Eyes lives, your time hasn’t come either. He’s not going to let that happen.” Death turns their head, and Suguru gets the impression that they are looking at something far away. “And he noticed that something is going on with you. We must hurry.”

There’s a slight tremble to their voice and Suguru feels dizzy when he realises it’s because Death is afraid of Satoru. 

“You said you needed me to pass on a message?”

“Yes. You must have noticed that something is off with your Satoru.”

Flashes of vacant eyes, of jerky movements go off in Suguru’s brain and he simply nods. If those happen because Satoru had a run-in with Death, Suguru guesses he can count himself lucky that Satoru is not more affected than he is.

“It’s because he keeps looking. The sight behind the veil is not made for human eyes to behold; not even for his. If he doesn’t stop looking, things will get worse.”

“Are you threatening him?” Suguru blurts out and he gets the distinct impression that Death gives him an unamused stare.

“No. I am not. But he needs to stop looking.”

“Still sounds like a threat to me,” Suguru stubbornly gives back and he reaches for his curses, checks if he can still access them.

Death must notice that because they shake their head with a weary sigh.

“Dear Gods above and below, you truly deserve each other,” they mutter. “Listen here, Curse Eater. If he keeps looking like he does, he will pass through the veil. You noticed changes; those will get worse. He won’t be dead, but he’ll no longer be alive, either. You need to tell him to stop, and if he can’t, give him at least something to ground him with.”

“Why do you care?” Suguru can’t help but to ask. 

It makes no sense. If what they said is true, then Satoru fought Death to keep Suguru, and won too. If Satoru passes through this–veil, then Death could breathe freely and come claim Suguru as well.

“This is the place where I meet those I have to reap. I do not wish to have your Six Eyes as constant company.”

They sound put-out, as if Satoru’s constant presence is a terribly dreadful prospect for them and it probably is, for anyone but Suguru. It almost makes Suguru laugh.

“The fields with flowers, he keeps mentioning–”

“In the veil,” Death confirms. “Those are my fields.”

“And the camellias?” Suguru asks next because he remembers Satoru’s suspicion.

“An unlucky coincidence. They don’t mean anything,” Death reassures him and Suguru breathes a little easier.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him. I’ll try and get him to stop.”

“Don’t just try,” Death instructs him as they get up.” Do.”

Suguru opens his mouth to protest, because it’s not quite that easy to get Satoru to do things he doesn’t want to do, but before he gets a tone out, he’s back in his real body, pain radiating through his back and head and the curse flying straight at him.

Before Suguru can find his bearings again, Satoru crashes into the curse, instantly obliterating it when he wraps himself in Red.

“Satoru,” Suguru mutters out, still trying to catch his breath and somehow breathe through the pain in his back, when Satoru’s hands are already on him.

“Suguru, come here, come here,” he urges him on, his eyes fixed on something behind Suguru. “Get away from there, it’s not safe.”

“It is,” Suguru tries to argue, but one look at Satoru’s face tells him that he’s barely paying attention to him. His gaze is faraway again. “Satoru, I’m here, look at me,” Suguru implores him, and forces himself to stand up, so he can block Satoru’s line of sight. “Satoru, I need you to look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Satoru gives back and while his eyes have snapped to his, Suguru can tell that his Eyes are still not looking at him, not really.

“No, you’re not, Satoru. I need you to look at me, really look at me.”

“But there–”

“It doesn’t matter. I will explain, just. Please, Satoru.”

It takes another agonisingly long moment before all of Satoru’s considerable attention focuses on Suguru. It almost feels like too much, but mostly, it just feels right.

“There you are,” Suguru breathes out and slightly slumps where he stands.

“Are you hurt?” Satoru immediately asks, his hands fluttering over Suguru’s chest and Suguru catches one hand in his own, pressing it to his rapidly beating heart.

“The curse threw me against a wall,” he explains. “Listen, Satoru, I met Death,” he then says and curses himself when Satoru’s cursed energy almost explodes all around them. “Shh, I’m good, I’m fine. It was just a friendly meeting, a nice talk. Calm down, Satoru, come on. I’m here.”

“I told them–” Satoru seethes through his teeth and Suguru can feel that his attention is straying away from Suguru again.

“I know. They said. And they didn’t touch me, they didn’t threaten me. Promise.”

It takes a while until Satoru’s suffocating attention is fixed on Suguru again but he waits him out before he goes on.

“You need to stop looking at the things you see,” Suguru says. “They don’t belong to the living world and they are hurting you.”

“I feel fine,” Satoru sniffs out, and Suguru doesn’t know if he even still believes that himself.

“You’re not fine, though,” Suguru says. “You’re absent. Your movement is greatly impacted. You’re fading away, and one day, you’ll be trapped in that world, beyond the veil.”

Satoru’s eyes stray again from Suguru, but he can’t let that happen. He squeezes Satoru’s hand, Death’s voice in his head, reminding him that Satoru fought Death for him and he decides to take a leap of faith here.

“Satoru, if you continue to look at it like you do, it will take you away from me. I can’t follow you there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Satoru says, all Eyes instantly fixed on Suguru again and Suguru breathes a little bit easier.

“But you are,” Suguru gently corrects him. “If you look at it like that, you will. Death wanted to talk to me so I could warn you. They don’t want you over there either,” Suguru says with a small chuckle. “You really got them good, huh?”

“They tried to take you with them,” Satoru huffs out. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“I’m not complaining,” Suguru immediately gives back and threads their fingers together. “But now nothing in this world can take me away from you again. Don’t let anything take you from me, either.”

“I’m not–it’s just so–” Satoru trails off, his attention on Suguru wavering again.

“Satoru,” Suguru says and instantly, Satoru snaps back to him. “If you need to look at something, at someone, then look at me.”

It’s a lot, the Six Eyes complete attention, but Suguru is certain that he can shoulder it. If it means Satoru will stay by his side, he’ll get used to it quickly. He’s even going to enjoy it, Suguru suspects, because while it is a lot, it’s also a heady feeling, knowing he has all that attention for himself.

“I am,” Satoru protests but Suguru shakes his head.

“Right now, maybe, but I need you to always look at me when you get the urge to look at the other side. Whenever that happens, whenever your Eyes stray there, I need you to look to me.” He squeezes Satoru’s hand. “Can you do that for me?”

“Always?” Satoru asks for clarification and a wicked glint enters his eyes.

Suguru knows Satoru well enough to know what that means.

“Always,” he nods and doesn’t startle when Satoru moves close, close enough to nuzzle his cheek.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he quietly asks and Suguru shivers.

“You fought Death for me. I think I get it.”

“And I won,” Satoru proudly says, and Suguru buries his laughter in Satoru’s soft hair.

“And you won,” he agrees. “Now make sure that we stay together.”

“By always looking at you.”

“By always looking at me,” Suguru whispers, brushing his lips against Satoru’s cheek. “Promise.”

“I promise,” Satoru immediately agrees, turning his head slightly, so their lips meet.

It’s not the outcome Suguru expected when he got up this morning, or when he met Death, but he is certainly not going to complain, not when it means Satoru will be loud and affectionate and himself again. And especially not when it means that Suguru gets to kiss him now as well.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #getting together #canon divergence #death #as a character #protective gojo satoru

[youaremyspecialz]

I don't know what to do without you.

suicidal and immortal! dazai x mortal! chuuya. content warning; major character death, attachment issues, mourning of loss, mental breakdown, slightly graphic description of wounds, suicide (it's dazai, come on), overall pretty sad and angsty.

╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼ thirty minutes. if osamu would've gotten there thirty minutes earlier, he wouldn't be here today, dressed in black and placing flowers on a coffin, on his beloved chuuya's coffin. he would most likely be at home, chatting with chuuya, or having a glass of wine to kick off their afternoon. but here he was instead, being met by mourners, though none would weep and sob as much as he did. he remembers the day like it was yesterday, despite it taking place one month, five days, fourty-seven minutes, and nineteen seconds (and counting) ago. he had been all the way on the other side of yokohama when he got the call that chuuya was losing control of his ability. dazai was the only one who could stop him, but of course he just had to be so fucking far away. he sped through those streets, not having a care in the world for who he'd nearly hit, who got in his way. he just needed to save his beloved, just like his beloved had 'saved' him so many times. that was the difference between the two of them, actually. dazai may have tried to kill himself so many times, either it be by him trying to hang himself from a bridge that would ensure he'd break his neck one way or another or floating down the riverbank in the middle of a hot summer afternoon, but he could not die no matter how many times he had tried. he was immortal. chuuya, on the other hand, was not. he was but a vessel for the god of calamity, arahabaki. although he could control gravity as he pleased, he was also a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at any moment, if dazai was there or not. this was one of those times that dazai was not there to stop him and his reign of destruction to whatever his eyes were laid on. finally arriving, thirty minutes after getting the call, it was too late. it was far too late. poor chuuya had so many burn marks in his skin, his clothes damn near torn to the very threads that first sowed them together, blood spilling from every part of his body, the land around him that once was their shared garden now looked like the aftermath of a tornado that that francis guy from america described to them once.

immediately running over to him, dazai shook his figure, his hot tears pouring down his cheeks like the riverbanks he'd try to kill himself in. this couldn't be happening, no. he swore to protect chuuya, he couldn't let this happen to him. he saved him all those other times, surely, he would save him this time too, right? right? right?

but no, he couldn't. that wouldn't stop him from trying to, though.

"nakahara, don't- you dumbass, you absolute dumbass.." osamu cursed at the man he held in his arms who was blinking in and out of consciousness, his ability activated in an attempt to get him out of this state. oh, he got him out of that state alright, but there is one thing his ability couldn't do, and that was heal what damage was already done.

"dazai, you're here.. boy, is it nice to see you." chuuya spoke, his vocal cords sounding like they were ripped to shreds. he sounded so sarcastic as he spoke, but he genuinely meant it. it really was nice to see dazai, even if it was for one last time. "i'm so sorry, babe.. i just-" one of dazai's slender fingers cut him off from speaking, a ragged 'shhh' sound escaping from his trembling lips. "don't waste your breathing on words, please.. just hold on a little longer, please chuuya. for me." he begged him quietly, his hands now covering as many wounds as he possibly could to stop their bleeding, his hands becoming soaked in crimson as a result. "no, dazai.. i don't think i'll be able to bounce back from this one." those words hit dazai harder than a train he'd thrown himself in front of once. "chuuya, no! you're going to live, you absolutely must live, there is so much we.. there's so much we still need to do together, just hold on, please?! for me?! for our future?!" dazai wailed, shaking him gently, but a smile formed on the others face. "i'm so sorry for all the trouble i've caused you. from when we were younger til now." chuuya shook his head, sighing. "i think my biggest regret will be not giving you this sooner." after saying that, he takes one of dazai's hands, placing a beautiful ruby ring in its palm. "it's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, chuckling slightly. osamu felt his heart break into a million pieces hearing this, before he smiled too. although he was sad, the least he could do was show chuuya a sign of happiness, to give him even a sliver of hope. "yeah, it is.. it's a ruby ring, isn't it? my favourite gem?" he asked, earning a nod from chuuya. "yeah, it is.. i remember when you told me that you favored rubies above any other gem, so i just.." he began coughing up blood. "so i just had to, you know? anything for my dazai.." he places a hand on his cheek, a sigh of infatuation escaping his lips as he admired dazai's face. "you know, the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he asks. as much as dazai wanted to look at the full moon that was in the sky before him, he didn't want to take his eyes off of chuuya in his dying moments. "yes, it is.." he slowly nodded, more and more tears hitting chuuya's neckline, rolling down to his chest. "but.." more blood he coughed up, this time a wheezing sound getting out of his lips as he did so. "but you're more beautiful than that damn ball in the sky.." his smile didn't waver.. "i'm so glad i got to see you one last time, even if it was like this." his eyes slowly shut.. "i hope in another universe things didn't end this way." his breathing slowed down.. "i love you, osamu dazai." "i love you too, chuuya nakahara."

"i love you most.." chuuya spoke quietly before his breathing stopped, and shortly after, the hand that held dazai's cheek fell. dazai held onto him as tightly as possible, wanting to scream into the night sky, but he did not want to disturb his beloved's eternal slumber. "rest easy, chuuya. your work here is done." were the only words he could get out of his mouth. he let his clothes get soaked with the other's blood, he let the other's warmness absorb into him for one last time. his eyes glancing up into the night sky after what seemed like forever, a small smile formed on his lips. he could've sworn he saw a dimmed star him and chuuya always stared at grow a little brighter that evening. ╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼ authors note; first post and i actually like this fic what, shoutout to some instagram reel that gave me the idea for it and shoutout to my partner that helped me develop a plot!!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #dazai x chuuya #soukoku #it’s soukokover #the moon #moon #major character death #cw #francis bsd #you are my special #im not crying you are #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungou gay dogs

[lucid-moon0750]

Are you somewhere that is NOT the Himalayas (particular near a river or body of water) and currently looking for an easy way to help the environment?

Have you considered tackling the spread of this pink menace?:

This is Himalayan Balsam. It’s an invasive species from the Himalayas that is currently invading the UK, much of Europe, as well as the USA. Canada and New Zealand (NOTE: I live in the UK where growing this plant is illegal, I do not know the laws of other countries so be aware this is just from the perspective of living in the UK)

Himalayan Balsam is a problem because it competes with native species of plant, can grow extremely large and literally overshadow other plants, and cause bad soil erosion around riverbanks. 

But, what separates balsam from many other invasive plants is that it’s not very hard to remove. Its stem is hollow and roots are incredibly shallow. You can easily pull it up with just your hands

BUT don’t go pulling it up just yet.

First, what time of the year is it. see, balsam first sprouts in spring. Its life cycle looks like this:

You want to rip it up, roots and all, when it’s at the first four stages. What you don’t wanna do is pick it once it’s already flowered and developed seed pods.

See, balsam seed pods are little exploders. As soon as they pop open they sent seeds flying out in all directions

If they manage to seed (and if you’re pulling them up with the seed pods on, the motion is likely to pop them open), then they’ll just grow back again next year, and there’s no point in ripping up the pre existing ones as they’ll just die naturally regardless. 

The goal is to rip them all up BEFORE they seed. Get em when they look like this:

They like non-shaded areas and they like riverbanks. Rip them up by the roots, then stomp on the remains. They aren’t toxic like giant hogweed, and they aren’t nearly as difficult to remove as Japanese Knotweed. 

Trust me when I say, getting rid of this stuff make a huge difference to the ecology and diversity of an environment. Look at what I’ve been able to do in the last year:

I know the one on the left may look prettier, but the plants on the right are native and growing strong. The bramble bush has doubled in size and is giving off amazing blackberries.

It’s a chore to rip up all these plants, but for those of you out there who are eager to help the environment but don’t have the money to support charities and are too anxious to talk to other volunteers or members of the public: it costs nothing and requires next to no communication to hunt down Himalayan Balsam and rip it up.

If you’re worried about the legalities of killing plants on land that does not belong to you, be aware that in many parts of the world (definitely in the UK) it is illegal to cultivate Himalayan Balsam, so by all accounts you are doing the land owner a favour and if they want to keep balsam on their land then they may be actively breaking the law.

#environmentalism #nature #environment #plants #gardening #flowers #himalayan balsam #invasive species

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

🌿ESFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Lawful Good 🔮Leo Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

SFW🌿

・As a half-elf, you weren’t welcomed into the Elvish land, culture or customs. Your mother had been in love with an elf, and although they wanted to be together, he was killed in battle. 

・You know how to heal, energise, calm and hurt. Herbs are your speciality. And your cottage is full of them.

・Both inside and outside of your property, beings are instantly calmed once they step foot on your land

・You have bushes of lavender, a huge garden full of herbs and flowers. Even your own vegetable patch

・The fellowship had come looking for help

・You knew Gandalf because of his travels, and you were more than happy to aid the group

・Aragorn was very polite, and an absolute gentleman

・Pippin and Merry asked you nearly a million questions about your life, your work and way of living 

・Legolas was absolutely charmed by you. Although he didn’t show it, he was delighted by your knowledge. You often verbally sparred with him at dinnertime. And the whole table would laugh at your jests

・But your dog, Findis (you call him Fin), would not leave one member of the group alone. Fin’s brown tail couldn’t stop wagging whenever Boromir was around. 

・And you had always taken Fin as a good judge of character - well, one of the best actually. 

・There were many late nights, when you were up, milling about the cottage 

・And Boromir would wake, finding you outside, setting up things to charge underneath the moonlight 

・It was those moments, when you were alone, that you got to know each other

・And each night he would wake, watching you, asking if you needed any help

・For the most part you declined help, but said he could stay to give you some company 

・When it was time for the fellowship to leave, Boromir was sad to say goodbye.  

・And without thinking, he promised that he would return

・When the fellowship left, each had a potion, protection charm and/or knowledge on how to heal themselves

・Months later, Boromir returned

・When he returned, his smile was so big it gave you butterflies

・You knew he was in line to inherit a kingdom, so you didn’t expect much to come from your friendship. 

・Boromir had spent a lot of time at your cottage. Sleeping in a spare room, or on the lounge. 

・The friendship was morphing into something romantic. And the desire was so strong that Boromir had to leave for 2 weeks. He couldn’t kiss you without promising life with you.

・So he went to his father, and told him he was going to marry you.

     “A witch? Who lives in a cottage on the outskirts of a kingdom? You cannot marry them. I forbid it.” 

  “Then the crown will go to Faramir. I will not marry anyone else.” 

・And so ... he came back to you. 

・Boromir knelt on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. 

    “Will you do the honour of marrying me, Y/N?” 

・You married. And it was a glorious affair. 

・It was supposed to be small. But he invited all he knew: the Hobbits, the Elves, the Dwarves. 

・And they came and witnessed your marriage and celebrated after. 

・Life with Boromir was difficult at first, you didn’t want to leave your home. And he had responsibilities to honour. 

・Yet somehow you both make it work. 

・Boromir is the first to wake, always 

・And he makes you a herbal tea and writes you a note if you do not wake in time to see him off 

・He always comes to you for advice 

・And likes to bring you to counsel meetings whenever they’re held

・Sometimes you get odd looks from the townsfolk but that will wear off in time. They just need to get to know you

・Fin loves that Boromir is around permanently. He always takes Fin for walks (which makes him love the tall human even more but that’s not really possible since he already adores him)

・Helps you with spells; foraging for the right ingredients, buying you whatever you don’t have in town etc

・Boromir likes when you cup his cheek and rub your thumb over parts of his face, especially his lips

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: My love 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Quality Time and Acts of Service

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Crazy In Love by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ You Fell First But He Falls Harder

  ✧ Looks Scary But Is Actually Soft (Boromir) x Looks Soft But Could Kill You (You)

  ✧ “You wear the pants in this relationship” (You say to Boromir) x “Oh I wish, I cannot control you at all” (Boromir replies, always with a laugh)

I just want to say thank you to @leniabranch for giving me insight into each of the LotR characters. She did it in her own time and did not have to at all, but it helped me so much in writing for these characters. So thank you! I think Boromir is one of my favourite characters now 💗

#boromir x reader #boromir headcanons #boromir x you #boromir x witch reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings headcanons #lotr #lotr headcanons #lotr x witch reader #tolkien #witchthewriter #headcanons #dating would include #would include #boyfriend headcanons #lotr fanfiction #lotr reader insert #reader insert #lord of the rings fanfiction

[shi-daisy]

Flower Mischief

If you can't tell I'm currently bouncing! Day 3 and I been waiting for this prompt cuz Florist Tamlin AU is giving me life. Today on the agenda, Tamcien being cute and petty. Readers will recognized the boquet described here from the old flower language insult post that's floating around Tumblr. Hope you all like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024 -Day 3: Flower Language

Flower Mischief

Tamlin perked up when he saw his favorite costumer, and good friend coming down the road. He was about to greet Lucien with the biggest smile he could until he noticed the redhead's russet eyes were puffy and reddened and his pretty face had tears tracks. A far cry from his usual beautiful smile.

"Lucien! What happened? Do you need water?! Should I call someone?"

"No...It's fine. I was just hoping Andras was still clocked in. I need a ride."

"I think he left an hour ago, but I can help if you'd like. What happened?"

He sighed not wanting to look at him. "Elain cheated on me."

Tamlin nearly screamed. He froze for a moment and then put down the pot of lilies he was holding.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say Elain cheated on you?!"

"Yes. Let's just say I came home early from college and had a surprise visit. Sorry to say the floral orders will stop for a while."

"Forget about that! I'm so sorry to hear that. Let me get you some water. Here sit down and I'll be right with you."

Tamlin rushed back to the breakroom where Dorevan was raiding the mini fridge.

"If you took my ice water I'll kill you."

"Chill, pipsqueak. I took some soda and stole the salami sandwich Hart left there. Roxy packed us salads for lunch, you can have mine if you want, too much lettuce."

"You're gonna get scurvy if you don't eat at least a leafy green a week!" Tamlin chastised his brother as he grabbed two ice water bottles. "Are you gonna close up?"

"Yeah, Ciaran and Roxanne have date night but they're leaving the kiddo with mom and dad. I'll close shop late, maybe get the wedding order done too. Thesan is my friend but if he changes colors one more time Khalid will be a widow before the wedding."

"Go easy on him! Those two are hopeless."

"Like you and your pretty redhead?"

"Hush!"

Dorevan smiled. "I can hear you all the way down here. Just be nice. He's single now, isn't he?"

"Shhhh. He is but the poor man was just cheated on! I'm not going to take advantage fo that."

Dorevan rolled his brown eyes so far Tamlin thought he'd go blind. "You're such a goody two shoes. Go get that man and help him get revenge. Perfect first date!"

"If Alis was on shift she'd kick ya."

"Good thing she's off today. Now run along before your fire fox leaves."

"Stay quiet or I'm telling Cresseida you don't really like seafood and go to the restaurant just to have her as your waitress."

"Tamlin I swear to fuck if you do that I'll beat you up!"

Tamlin just laughed as he walked out with the water and went back to Lucien's side. "Here you go!"

"Thanks."

The two had a nice drink and Tamlin began putting everything away everything before his shift ended.

He noticed Dorevan had left the orange lilies out on display and he had an idea.

"Lucien, you once told me your ex knows flower language, correct?"

"Yes. I often suggested themed boquets for that reason. Why do you ask?"

Tamlin smirked mischievously. "We could give her a little parting gift to ease your sorrows. Free of charge of course."

"Tamlin, I can't ask that of you!"

"Hey if it bothers ya just take me out for coffee sometime."

It made him giddy to see a slight blush take over the redhead's dark skin. Tamlin took out the flowers a day explained their meaning to Lucien as he arranged them.

"These are geraniums they represent stupidity, the yellow carnations mean disapointment, the foxglove is insincerity, and finally the orange lilies represent hatred."

The end result was a beautiful boquet that was full of loathing. Lucien seemed impressed. "Too good of a parting gift but it's a nice way to be petty silently. Thank you."

"Anytime."

The pair heard a honking from outside the door. Tamlin recognized it as Arryn Vanserra's red SUV.

"Ugh! The twins found me? No doubt they'll want gossip."

"You know them?"

"We're siblings."

"Oh...Oh right you have the same last name. You just look very diffrent."

Lucien smirked. "I was the cuck baby. Ask mom."

He nearly busted a lung laughing at that.

"Luciiiiii, I'll become an old lady honking outside. Oh hi Tami!"

"Hey Tanya. Congrats on the transition, you're looking lovely."

"Thanks blondie! Just came to pick up the baby, Eris and Nesta sent me to take you out for treats with Arryn."

"You all know already?!"

"Eris is a bigger gossip than me, dummy. We went to get your things. Gideon and Nemesis would've beaten Az up if Eris didn't stop em and let Nesta unleash a yelling reckoning instead. It was glorious!

The boys are setting everything up for ya at Cedric's place. Unless you wanna go stay with mom and Helion. Feyre said you can stay with her and Bryaxis too, she's pretty livid at flower girlie too."

"Ugh no, mom and dad will get over emotional and I don't wanna worry them. Feyre's family and roommates are fun to hang out with but their house is a permanent rave. I'll stay with Ced."

"Wise choice, now get to it! We can go clubbing after the ice cream! Wanna come along Tamlin?"

"Well, I'd love to but I have to make a delivery before that." He said while glancing at

"That can be done tomorrow, I'd rather have you out for some ice cream and dancing if you're still interested." Lucien said.

Tamlin smiled. "Then let me clock out and I'll be right with ya."

With the Vanserras heading for the car, Tamlin put away his apron, clocked out and got a small flower for the road. He and Lucien went to the backseat while twins sat in the front, before they headed out he put a small bloom on Lucien's hair.

"What's this?"

"A little pick me up for the road."

"A daffodil? What does this one mean?"

"New beginnings."

Tamlin was overjoyed to see Lucien smiling sweetly at him, already in a better mood. He'd make sure the redhead was the one receiving flowers this time.

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #tamlin x lucien #tamcien #day 3: Flower Language

[ehlnofay]

49 - Arabella :')

49: nightfall

This had better work – Arabella is using up good vellums for this, and they’re not cheap.

She’s crouched on the hall’s smooth stone floor, half-listening to the soft crackling of the hearth and the rattling of pots and pans, all her papers spread out in unruly glory before her, half-covered with scribbled ink. The concept, she’s quite sure, is sound; it’s figuring out how to properly execute it that gives her trouble. She’s no scholar. She’d probably qualify more as a hobbyist. The things she has in mind would doubtless be a bit beyond her on a good day – trying to craft them herself is likely, logically, an exercise in futility. Arabella does not do things that are futile.

She traces her finger down the side of a page – a scribbled transcription of a description of an illusion spell that’s well beyond her grasp, broken down as best she can make it into its bare components. She doesn’t need all of it; almost the whole first half can be thrown away, and she can adapt the second half to her foundation. If she can figure out how, of course – what she can do is not a spell, so grafting one onto it is a complicated process. It’s all very finicky.

It's a problem to circumvent. Arabella loves those.

It takes her a moment to realise the sound of the fire has died down. It’s her only warning before  Karliah’s voice, carried on footsteps that cannot make noise unless she tries, comes down like a thunderclap. “Arabella.”

“Karliah,” she replies brightly, twisting her head up to meet her eye. It’s a strange angle; she can see up her nose, this way. Karliah raises a brow. She only carries one bowl. Arabella asks, “You didn’t make me anything?”

“You can cook for yourself,” Karliah says. Arabella pouts. “Arabella, really? A gift from a Daedric Prince isn’t enough for you?”

(Arabella stepped onto that half moon and gained the ability to make herself unrecognisable – to wipe herself clean from the slate of others’ minds, just for a little bit. There have been times in her life when she would have killed for that ability. There are times in her life now when she’s sure it will come in handy. But why stop there? Total erasure doesn’t have to be an end in itself. It’s fresh ground for building.)

Arabella shrugs, turns back to the mess of her papers. “It’s not a gift if I paid for it,” she replies, “which I did, and will continue to do. This is my end of the bargain. I’ll use it as I see fit.”

She can positively hear Karliah’s raised eyebrow as she says, “How irreverent of you.”

She’s never really been one for reverence. Pledging herself to a deity that bestows her bounties as business transactions is not likely to change that. 

Arabella shrugs again. “Besides,” she says, flippant, “It’s a fun challenge.”

“Is it.” Karliah’s trousers rustle as she shifts her weight. “You came here to test it on me, didn’t you?”

“Only partly,” Arabella admits, smiling, and waves her down.

Karliah sits. She’s wearing her lazy tunic, the one with the stitches drooping at the hem and flowers embroidered about the cuffs. Soup dribbles down the edge of the bowl as she adjusts her position. It’s green. She bends to lick it off her knuckles, which kind of spoils her stern demeanour.

“Not really, actually,” Arabella amends. “It’s not nearly ready for testing. I might need to go up north to get a refresher on some of these ideas, because spellcraft is, surprisingly, quite hard.”

Karliah sets the bowl with a clink on the stone floor. “You know, I never pegged you for an academic.”

“Oh, I’m not.’ Arabella pinches a page between finger and thumb. “I don’t have the temperament for it.” Study requires patience; patience makes Arabella feel like crawling out of her own skin. If she stays still for too long she starts spitting sparks. “That’s rather the problem, isn’t it? This would be a lot easier if I knew what I was doing.”

“Which is altering Nocturnal’s gift,” Karliah says, patient, “so that you can make people think that they know you. Even though the point of yours is to make sure they don’t.”

She sips a spoonful of her bright green soup.

Arabella tips her head back and says, “The thing about illusion magic –”

“You’re workshopping on me during dinner?”

“Well, it’s not my dinner – abominable treatment of your guests, by the way, I can’t believe you didn’t give me anything – the thing is that it can’t take. Illusions can’t enforce an absence, they can only impose a presence. You can’t take away someone’s hearing, you can only impose a space of silence. You can’t make someone forget, you can only replace a memory. The mind doesn’t respond well to a vacuum. The rules of magic don’t allow for it. All spells can do is cover up the truth.” Karliah isn’t wearing her hood; her hair is down. It’s always startling to see, somehow; makes her whole face look different. She keeps placidly sitting her soup. Arabella taps at one of her vellums. “What I can do – it takes. Which is, I understand, magically unprecedented, but also very jarring for anyone who witnesses – like how you tried to kill me earlier, when I –”

“I thought you were a stranger in Nightingale Hall,” Karliah says, “and I wasn’t going to kill you.”

“You found it off-putting,” Arabella insists, “on some level, because the mind doesn’t like a vacuum. But when I figure this out – I could layer spells on top. Oh, yes, I’m supposed to be here – oh, yes, we’re dear friends – all that sort of thing. And it would be almost impossible to see through if I linked them right because there would be no truth to cover up! Just a vacuum! And the mind would take almost anything over a vacuum.”

Karliah looks at her, unblinking. “You’d be a menace,” she says.

Arabella smiles. “Am I not already?”

There is a space of silence, for a moment. Karliah’s spoon clanks against her bowl. Arabella can hear the water gently running in the other room, the soft creaking of the stone, the airy breath of the low-burning hearth. Nightingale Hall is very quiet, and very full of ghosts.

“So,” Karliah says, “are you just here to tell me your magic ideas and criticise my hosting, or was there something else?”

Arabella tips her head to look her in the murex-purple eye. Lightly, she says, “You never come into town.”

Karliah holds her gaze. “I’m fine here,” she says.

Arabella shrugs. “I know.”

There is a pause.

Karliah sighs. “I think we’ve got some smoked fish strung up somewhere,” she says. “I’ll get it for you.”

Arabella presses tongue to unsmiling teeth. “Thank you,” she says primly, and jabs a finger at her higgledy-piggledy stack of vellums. “This is hard work.”

Outside, beyond the rock walls of the hall, night falls. The moons rise, a dim red half-moon and a narrow crescent, to their place in the star-spattered sky.

#I had a different idea for this one first... but it was a bit too plot-relevant and I felt like doing something I didn't need to think about #so here's a quick ramble about how I imagine nocturnal's subterfuge to work (similar to the grey cowl basically) #and arabella's weird schemes to make it scarier #oc tag #arabella #the elder scrolls #tesblr #skyrim #fay writes #my writing #tes