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violettduchess · 9 months

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A/N: My first entry for the Summer Days Sultry Nights CCC hosted by myself and @aquagirl1978. He won the poll with the prompt "Summer Storm" and you voted for it to be spicy so here we are!

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Chevalier x f! reader

WC: 1391

In a remote corner of Rhodolite, close to the Jade border, lies a small monastery, the Brotherhood of the Rose. With the drums of war rumbling through the country, spurred on by reports of weapons shipments to Obsidian, and as the interrogation rooms of the palace see more and more activity, Chevalier has made the decision to visit this particular monastery personally. Because while it may be small, some of the nation’s greatest fighters are honed right here within its ancient stone walls and the king wants to make sure they are ready if the threatening storm actually breaks into full-out warfare.

When you first arrived, you had been struck by the overwhelming feeling of calm that pervades the monastery, despite the bellicose nature of your business there. From the stunning church with its rose windows to the sprawling eastern gardens alive with herbs and vegetables to a large pond nestled against the seam of the lush evergreen forest and finally, the exquisite flower gardens at the far northern end of the grounds. It’s hard to believe men who are trained to kill with their bare hands come from such a paradise.

It is your third day there and Chevalier has made sure that, after days of watching drills and impressive feats of physical strength as well as equally impressive demonstrations of weaponry crafting, there is now time to fulfill your desire of exploring more of the grounds. The sky is overcast but it does nothing to diminish the dreamlike beauty of the rose gardens you find yourself wandering through.

You stop in front of a yellow rose, bright as a canary’s feathers, turning excitedly to your husband who has his head tilted up, eyeing the soft gray clouds above, feeling the touch of a cool breeze which has begun winding itself through the garden, the scent of the roses sharper than a few moments before.

“Chev, look. It’s absolutely perfect.”

His gaze is pulled from the darkening sky towards you and your smile, radiant with the excitement of showing him something you find so moving. He steps behind you, his arm casually wrapping around your waist as he examines the bright lemon-colored rose.

“Perhaps we can ask the monks for a few cuttings, if it pleases you so much.”

There is that open excitement, that gasp of delight as you turn to look up at him, your smile a beacon of warmth that he feels straight in his chest.

“We should head back. It’s going to rain.”

“That would be wonderful!”

You throw your arms around him freely and with the easy familiarity that comes when you are with someone you have loved a while. He pats your back, a bemused smile on his lips. It never fails to intrigue him how the smallest things can bring you such joy, how easily you allow the sunlight of your happiness to shine.

You lean away from your husband, looking up at the sky. When did it grow so dark? You had been so enchanted by the beauty of the gardens, you hadn’t noticed.

“You’re right…..it’s a long walk back to the church.” Taking his hand, you turn towards the earthen path that will lead you away when, suddenly, the sky rumbles a warning. The cool breeze is no longer meandering its way through the gardens but running, rushing, yanking on the roses and their greenery while merrily kicking up the dried, fallen petals and leaves that litter the ground.

“Come.” Chevalier tightens his grip on your hand as you hurry together down the footpath but it seems the sky is feeling capricious. A wild crack of lightning casts the gardens in an unearthly wash of blinding white and the clouds above rip open, unleashing a torrent of cool summer rain.

You yelp in surprise as your husband hoists you up into his arms, able to move faster carrying you than if you were to try and keep up with his rapid pace. On your way here, he had made note of everything you passed, including a small stone building at the western edge of the garden. That’s now his goal as he hurries through a downpour that is becoming so dense, it limits his visibility with every passing minute. The building finally emerges from the curtain of rain, a safe haven from the storm.

The wooden door opens with a creak and he ducks inside, careful not to bump you within the narrow doorway. He sets you down carefully, turning to close the door against the persistent wind and invasive rain. You take a moment to gather yourself and inspect your surroundings. You’re clearly inside some kind of gardening shed. Rakes and hoes and brooms line one wall, all hung up in an orderly fashion. There are empty flower pots stacked in a corner as well as several heavy burlap sacks of earth piled underneath an empty table. Brushing away the rain that is still clinging to your eyelashes, you walk over, leaning your hands on the table to look out the small window at the wild dance of a summer storm. As if knowing you are watching, the clouds roll out a booming call of thunder. Lightening answers in a matter of seconds.

You turn away from the window and the insistent tapping of the raindrops against the glass, only to find yourself looking into the eyes of another blue storm. Your heart knocks against your ribs, stumbling, drunk with longing. Chevalier’s gaze pins you in place, holds you as still as if he had bound you with velvet rope while he takes in the sight of you. He begins with your rain-darkened hair, much of it loose and clinging to the side of your neck, that delectable expanse of skin peppered with water droplets. He follows that elegant line down, noting the places where your thin summer gown clings to you, transparent and teasing, revealing glimpses of the body he knows so well. Without touching you he can feel your smooth skin under his palms, taste the sweetness of your lips, the feel of your soft hair as he winds it around his fingers. You bring him alive, the way the storm does the sky. Lighting in his veins. Thunder in his heart.

He closes the space between you, pulling you roughly towards him. You fall into his strong embrace, gasp into his hungry mouth. With you, he loses his finesse. He isn’t exacting, calculating. He is crude emotion, untamed and unfettered. His hands run aimlessly over your damp clothing, impatient as he uncharacteristically fumbles with damp laces and slick buttons like a novice. You catch his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly, and whisper his name against his lips. Only your voice, louder to him than the storm’s song, can affect him so that he grows still. “Chevalier.” It is dark with need, breathy with desire. You take his name and paint it with bright starlight, hang it in the sky on hooks of desire. You raise it from the mundane to something divine. A prayer that only he can answer.

He groans, a tree bending to the storm’s will, pulling his hands away from yours so he can lift you, striding towards the near empty table against the wall where he sets you down. He yanks on your damp dress, shoving the delicate material up around your hips. His strong hands grip the top of your bare legs, hold you there, as he plunders your mouth, a contradiction in rain-slick cool and burning hot. He is not gentle, your husband, your king. He takes and he takes. Every gasp, every breath. Every moan, every sharp inhale. They belong to him. His teeth scrape along your kiss-swollen lips almost to the point of pain. He leans away, his gaze echoing the storm that roars outside. Only you see him like this, frayed by want, unraveled by desire. His strong fingers begin kneading your thighs, a torturous touch. And then he slowly, deliberately, begins parting them.

“The storm is loud,” he murmurs by your ear, his rough voice as moving as the gusts of wind outside. “But I know my wife can be louder.”

He presses his lips to yours once. Twice.

And then you are treated to another sight that is only ever for you:

The King of Rhodolite sinking to his knees.

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exobiotica · 2 years

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The Garden of Unearthly Delights

Biodiversity in Glow Forest Communities

Down on the floor of the Glow Forest, a startling array of lifeforms has evolved in the cool dark mist. The creatures that comprise the main structure of this biome are known as Vela, and they stretch skyward, consuming all the available sunlight and allowing none to escape below. This species won an evolutionary arms race long ago, and as a result its photosynthetic competitors were pushed to extinction. However being a successful monoculture has its disadvantages. Autotrophs form the base of the food chain in most environments, and now the Vela is the only one. This means it is now the main food source for many other species who would otherwise have more choices. Its main nemesis is the Stragulum. This amorphous creeping wrinkled blanket infects a new Vela pseudopod nearly as soon as it touches the ground. It rapidly takes hold and covers every inch of the surface, slowly digesting it. This in turn attracts a cadre of new organisms which consume the flesh of the Stragulum. Predators are then drawn to the area, and as the number of species grows, a self-perpetuating cycle of increasing biodiversity takes place. Eventually, the Stragulum becomes too much of a burden to the Vela and it severs its pseudopod in order to rapidly grow another nearby. But the biomass of the parasite still lingers for quite some time, feeding a plethora of bizarre and unique organisms scrambling for their share of the resources in this oasis of light amidst the darkness.

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patchwork-crow-writes · 1 month

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60 - Darkened Dreams

I'm the monster underneath your bed, reaching out with blackened claw for your hand, the darkness that embraces you at night and whispers in your ear that you're never alone.

I'm the secret that yearns to be spoken, the shame and the sorrow that coddles and soothes, a weighted blanket over your frightened mind. I dwell in the darkened corners of your subconscious, the gardener of your own defiled paradise, your deepest fears and most twisted desires given voice.

I know what you are, and I know what you want. Won't you let me give it to you, won't you let yourself accept me? I only desire what you do, to love and be loved, and doesn't everyone deserve that? You can have it all, if you just take my hand a moment and let me drag you down into this delicious pit we've dug for ourselves.

And I won't deny that they try, but you and I both know they can't be what you need... there's too much of them, all jagged edges that catch and tear at our perfect phantasmagoria, searing rays that sting the eyes and leave tattered truths in their wake.

No... better to stay here with me in the sumptuous sheets of the bed we've sullied together. What need is there of the outside, where disappointment rules eternal, when everything we could ever dream of resides here in the darkness of our psyches? Take me to your heart now, oh weary light, and bring this sickly rose to flower! In this garden of unearthly delights let us make our unholy vows, and be wed this night in miserable bliss.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 60

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footlongdingledong2 · 8 months

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“The forest is strange, quiet. Scented with a serenity that could lose you for hours. But even among the unearthly delight of every blade and oak, there is one factor of it that stands out as the most magical of all. The law of its’ God and insides”

-if an enclosed space, like a room or the behind of a curtain is found within the forest and nobody nearby has seen it’s contents, whatever they assume to be there will be found

-if a person has already seen the space and remembers fully what’s inside, then it will appear the same again the next time they visit

-the law is created for chéru to bend. to imagine rooms within rooms, the rotting memory of what cannot be, the space inside a neck. the gardens thought overrides all

#writing tag #safety coffin #oc: cheru #I never post anything abt sc’s lore 99% of it is just in discord dms So you’re getting!!! this!!yay

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firewoodwander · 5 months

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For the mistletoe prompts, Bly/Doom with 13. While dancing? (nooneherebutusghosts)

Mistletoe prompts

@nooneherebutusghosts 🤍

They were never taught anything so frivolous as dancing when they were cadets. Luckily for Bly, Doom has an incredible talent for mimicking the movements and mannerisms of natborns near-perfectly—and Bly has always been rather attuned to following his lead.

He can hear Aayla laughing on the sidelines, a sharp and purely joyful sound. General Billaba comes whirling past a moment later, in the arms of Grey’s favourite captain, just a little more enthusiastic than they are artful in their sweeping spins. Billaba’s cloak swoops and billows around the feet of General Windu who is also leading his embarrassed but devoted teenaged grandpadawan through a smooth waltz in Bly’s peripheral.

He can be grateful, he thinks, that Aayla hasn’t attempted any inevitably less-than-graceful turns about the impromptu dance floor with him.

The Jedi have strung soft glowing lights throughout the greenery and winding paths of the Temple Gardens, which are beautiful enough in the day but something approaching unearthly in the golden night. There’s a substantial orchestra of older initiates who didn’t make it to the battlefield before the end of the war, each set up with delicate instrument in hand, each beaming with pride between every piece they perform for their celebrating audience. Master Yoda perches on a stand in front of their stage and conducts them with a palpable air of satisfaction, even for the Force-inept like Bly.

None of this feels real: not the gardens, nor the gathered mix of clones and Jedi and Navy and down-dressed anti-war politicians. Least of all, Bly thinks, is that he and Doom are both here at the end of it all, alive despite the very many times they scraped themselves back together with sheer force of will.

Doom smiles at him: a small and private thing that never fails to make Bly’s heart turn over and ache. His eyes alight with something horribly soft, almost vulnerable, and reflecting each tiny tree light like he himself is dusted with gold.

Bly looks away. He doesn’t know if he can bear the emotional vortex weighing in his chest quite yet, quite like this. But, over Doom’s shoulder, he spots something familiar in the branches of a nearby fruit tree.

“Oh no,” Doom says, his voice a murmur but his trepidation clear as day. “I know that look.”

Bly grins at him, then steers them gradually between the gathered crowd. “Do you trust me?”

Huffing, Doom tightens his arm around Bly’s waist and leans in close. “Unfortunately.”

“Of course you do. Look up.”

Doom does. His brow furrows for barely a handful of seconds, the scar drawn down the length of his face pulling as his expression changes.

“Mistletoe,” he breathes.

As they watch, a small branch of pale silver berries unfurls and reaches spindly arms down toward them. It’s slow, but not so slow as to be unnoticeable, and Bly hears Doom catch his breath at the unbelievable sight.

“Jedi, huh,” Bly laughs.

Doom looks back down at him. He just stares for a moment, watching Bly’s face. Intent and content to stand under this tree and hold each other close.

“We won the war,” he says eventually. “The Jedi can do whatever the stars they want.”

When he tilts his chin and kisses Bly, Bly moves with him willingly and delighted, imagining the bubbling beginnings of hope taking root around them.

#doom/bly #my loves my darlings #thank you so much for the request!!#writing tag #cloneshipping #mistletoe prompts

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thepixabaypoet · 1 month

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unearthed from my dreams you're my garden of delights your charms unearthly

Image by Benjamin Balazs (https://buff.ly/3Vh1idi) from Pixabay

#daily haiku #daily poem #haiku #made with pixabay #poem #poem of the day #poetry #poetry community #poetry is not dead #poets on tumblr #sglit #sgpoetry #singlit #writer #writers lift #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community

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oopsiespooks · 1 month

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idk if you reblogged the ask meme but if so. 👑 👕!

👑 - What dragon(s) in your lair are best dressed?

mmm it's so hard to CHOOSE so i'll do 4?? first up are eclipse and skoll, father & son duo! similarly outfitted, eclipse is the main doctor/physician in the clan (who also works with a necromancer), quite cold and analytical given his line of work being quite.. daunting. his son skoll is more of an assistant at his office that serves beverages and does errands, preferring to not get their claws dirty.

next up, 2 of my favourite ladies. sandstorm is the scout for crescent (one of my first oldies, turning 7 in may), and scavenges weird trinkets in her spare time when the clan doesn't need her assistance. qaitei is my first lvl25 & main trainer, very passionate and most of the clan finds her a bit overwhelming, but is good friends with the blacksmith. love them both to bits qwq

had a bit of help from the old oaks discord for most of my dragon outfits, but i'm still super proud of them :D

👕 - What are your favorite apparel items/sets?

hmm never really thought about it, but considering i had my first NotN just go by, i do adore the Unearthly Onyx & Echo Eater sets! for non-NotN stuff, any of the garden sets make me go :D i love the baggy trousers, would definitely have them irl if i could.

a big lover of the mandible helmets! geshyor is wearing the creeping helmet and i think it wears it wonderfully. also the sage sashes! delightful things that i enjoy utilising. such a huge fan of so many apparel pieces individually given on a good day, anything can work !!

thanks so much for the ask <333

ask meme

#ask meme #flight rising #spooks' dragons #it took some thinking and brain went HUHGHG dragons so enjoy this word soup with a side of lore #hmm i should make a lore tag so i dont lose stuff #!! crescent clan lore #there we go

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gwendolynrosekelly · 11 months

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Garden of Unearthly Delights, 2023. Digital collage from open access image assets.

#garden #faeries #illustration #vintage #collage #digital

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edith-moonshadow · 2 years

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Unquiet Graves Part Two

Ao3

Part One (With Full Tags)

Peter takes Steve home but something follows them from the shadows.

That familiar feeling of affection rose within him and he pulled Steve close, shivering at the chill from his body. Steve wrapped his arms around him and he pulled him into a passionate kiss delighted when he melted against him. He pulled back and Steve smiled before it morphed into confusion.

"Why are we here so late?"

"You fell asleep but we were on our anniversary."

Steve's face flushed and he ducked his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired."

Bitterness ran through his mind but he ruthlessly pushed it away. Steve ran his hands over the front of his suit before he glanced back at Peter.

"Maybe it's because I put in so much more effort than you today."

He looked down at his rumpled and dirty clothes. His appearance hadn't been at the forefront of his mind for a while. He laughed and pulled Steve close again.

"We could go somewhere where clothes aren't an issue."

Steve laughed and squeezed him close.

"Sounds like the perfect end to any day."

He took his cold hand and led him back to the car. He decided that tomorrow they'd go for a walk in the forest and enjoy the scenery. He imagined them in that little clearing but this time Steve would only have eyes for him. The drive home was quiet but Steve smiled at him every time he placed a soft kiss on his skin. He didn't seem distracted. He was finally here with him.

When they arrived home Steve looked around in confusion. He'd always kept the house neat and clean but Peter had other things occupying his mind. He ran his finger over the table and stared at it for a long time.

"Steve?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

Panic coursed through him but Steve shook his head.

"Are you hungry?"

"When did I last eat?"

"This morning."

Steve bit his lip.

"Strange, I don't feel hungry."

He walked around the bottom part of the house taking it in as though it were the first time. Finally returning with a confused smile.

"Maybe I should eat something but I think I'll go get changed."

Peter nodded and Steve headed towards the stairs. He searched the kitchen but he had mostly been living off takeout as the taste of Steve's home cooking faded. He dug through the take-out menus when he heard Steve yell and ran up the stairs.

When he reached the room Steve was cowering by the bed pointing towards the window. He moved quickly towards it and on the outskirts of their garden he could see a shadowy figure with eyes that reflected the light like a curious cat in the moonlight. He jumped when Steve gripped his arm.

"Peter?"

He pulled them away from the window.

"Stay away from the windows and I'll sort this out."

Steve's eyes widened in fear.

"No…"

"Don't worry it'll be fine."

"Peter there's a demon at the bottom of the garden and you want to investigate?"

"I know who it is…"

"Who?"

"No one you need to care about. Why don't you have a nice bath I'll be back in no time and we can eat."

Steve opened his mouth to speak but he pulled him into a lingering kiss.

"It'll be ok."

He moved over beside the bed and stuffed the items he needed into his pocket. He knew it was probably better to start with the largest but Steve would ask too many questions so he left it for now. He walked briskly through the house and back out into the chilly night air. Standing at the bottom of the garden was Billy Hargrove. Peter had stared at that basketball photograph so much in the past year that his hungry stare was burned into his brain. He had once been an attractive man with defined muscles, wavy blonde hair, and tanned skin. Now he was a shadow of his former self. He looked like he'd stepped out of that black-and-white photograph in the yearbook but had taken something from him to do so.

His skin was grey tinged, his eyes haunted with an unearthly glow and his limbs twisted and broken. He snarled at Peter who smiled in return.

"Not so pretty now huh Billy?"

Billy growled at him.

"Steve belongs with me."

"He never belonged with you. It was just a little excitement but I've learned from this experience and he'll never be bored again."

"He can't stay with you "

"You think he'll want to be with a broken thing like you?"

"Better than a murderer."

Billy took a menacing step forward and Peter pulled the ticket stubs from his pocket. He held it up watching Billy's eyes widen before he pulled the lighter from his pocket and lit them on fire. He screamed in frustration as they burned away and he with them. The book had taught him everything he needed to know. Destroy all the little tokens of their love and it would cease to be. Death was strong but he was smarter. He returned to the house and found Steve staring transfixed by the water. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment before he relaxed under his hand.

"You take a nice relaxing bath and I'll order us some food. It's too late to cook now."

Steve nodded and started to undress. As the suit came away from his body he remembered the day he'd pulled it onto his unresponsive broken limbs and he had to quickly leave the room. He quickly tidied up the living room and lit a warming fire before ordering food. Steve appeared by his side a short while later his hair was damp and he'd pulled on sweats and a soft sweater. He sat by the fire warming his hands. Peter clenched his fists when he realised he'd left his ring upstairs. He walked over to run his fingers over the back of his neck when a loud bang from outside made them both jump. Steve turned to him with wide eyes. He squeezed his shoulders and ran outside.

Billy stood by his car with a bat as he destroyed the windows gleefully. He turned towards him holding up the bat in a threatening manner, his arms bent at an unnatural angle. He smiled at him with blackened teeth.

"Just making sure we're all nice and cosy. Steve asked for me yet?"

"No."

"He will. He can't live without me. You know all about that."

"He won't be able to look at you "

"Beauty's only skin deep. You'll find that out one day."

Peter pulled out the note, the one where Billy had professed his undying love in the way only a pathetic self-centred teenager could. Billy grinned at him as he turned it into ash. He walked back into the house where Steve was frantic. He pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back.

"What's happening?"

"Nothing for you to worry about."

"Don't lie to me."

"It'll all be over by tonight and we can live our lives peacefully."

"I don't understand."

"You don't need to."

Suddenly there was a banging at the door. Loud thunderous raps made Peter's skin break out in gooseflesh. Steve's skin had turned pale as he rubbed over his throat.

"Billy…"

The name seemed to startle him as it fell from his lips and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Peter's heart sunk into the pit of his stomach. He had hoped that Billy would always remain dead but he knew returning was a possibility now he needed to banish him back to the grave. He ran quickly up the stairs and grabbed the letterman jacket. It looked almost new except for the name on the front which looked as though someone had run their fingers over it again and again making it fade. He balled it up in his hands not wanting to see it anymore. He ran downstairs and without a second thought threw it into the flames of the fire. Steve let out an anguished cry and moved towards it as though he wanted to save it from destruction. Peter pulled him close.

"Shhhh just let it go. Everything will be better."

The banging at the door intensified until the door seemed destined to come completely off its hinges. Billy's angry voice echoed through the house until there was nothing but silence. Steve slipped through his arms and landed on the cold floor. When he looked up it was with tears in his eyes.

"You knew."

He wanted to deny it. Wanted things to return to before Billy walked back into their lives but that was impossible now. They just had to make it until morning and they'd be together like nothing had ever happened. Billy wasn't a threat to them anymore. He slid down onto his knees in front of him.

"How long?"

Steve's face flushed as tears ran down his face.

"I'm sorry Peter, I never wanted to hurt you."

"How long?"

Steve laughed. A sad sound.

"He was the second person I ever fell in love with and the first that was real but life intervened and we couldn't be together. I was happy here with you but when I returned home Billy was there and…"

"You decided to throw away everything we had for him?"

Steve's eyes hardened.

"I realised I'd forgotten what real love was."

A burning started in his chest and he wrapped his fingers around Steve's shoulders forcing him to look him in the eye.

"What was I then huh?"

Steve averted his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I am. I should have told you when I returned but at first, I fought against the truth but Billy refused to. He followed me home and I had to accept the truth…I was going to tell you but something happened…"

"And now?"

Steve took a deep breath.

"Nothing has changed."

"Everything's changed. You decided to stay with me, remember?"

Steve's eyes clouded over with confusion. He didn't speak for a few moments before he slowly nodded his head. Peter let out the breath he'd been holding and pulled him close. A banging on the door made him freeze. They both sat on the floor staring at the door, one in trepidation and one in anticipation. Peter didn't have anything left to burn but he grabbed a knife from the kitchen. He slowly pulled open the door to find a bewildered pizza delivery man. He laughed in relief.

"Is everything ok?"

"It's perfect."

"Someone broke all the windows in your car."

"Don't worry it's all taken care of."

He didn't look convinced but after a decent tip, he handed over the food and left.

They ate their pizza in silence. Only the crackling of the fire and the burnt smell of the jacket kept them company. When the clock struck midnight Steve yawned and asked to go to bed. He agreed, pulling him close once they were under the covers. Steve melted against him but didn't seem interested in anything else. He wanted more but knew it could wait until the morning. They had the rest of their lives together after all. He fell into a dreamless sleep.

He shivered as the chill in the room finally seeped into his skin. He slowly returned to consciousness and looked at the clock. It was 3:03 am. The room was in darkness and he sat up realising that Steve wasn't beside him. He pulled himself from the bed, wincing at how cold the room was. He walked into the bathroom but Steve wasn't there. He headed downstairs and found him sitting by an open window looking out into the darkness. An open book across his lap.

"Steve?"

He jumped and moved around quickly dropping the book to the floor where it landed with a dull thud.

"Why is the window open? It's freezing."

Steve bit his lip but before he could speak a growly voice came from the darkness.

"I'm here Princess."

Relief flooded Steve's face before he turned towards the window. Pale broken limbs came through the shadows reaching for him but Peter pulled him back. Steve cried out and struggled against him. Billy came in through the window moving quickly towards Steve. Peter continued to move backwards out of his reach. Steve gasped.

"Billy, what happened to you?"

"It's ok Sweetheart everything will go back to normal once we touch."

"Are you in pain?"

"I’m ok Baby.”

"No, he's staying here with me. Why should he go with you just so he can rot in the ground and not get to live his life."

Billy laughed.

"You think there's nothing after this? You're in for a rude awakening. Steve does live with me. We were happy until you pulled this little stunt."

Steve stiffened in his arms and then elbowed him in the stomach. In his pain, he let go of him for a moment and Steve ran closer to Billy.

"I remember."

"Steve, stay here with me…"

Billy moved closer to Steve. His face softened as he looked at him then his broken twisted fingers reached out and stroked his cheek. Steve's eyes closed as a blissful expression passed over his face. A strong wind blew in through the window making it hit the wall and causing it to shatter. Candlesticks fell off the mantle, ashes in the fire spread across the room making it foggy, and take-out menus blew across his vision. The ashes burned his eyes making them water. Steve took Billy's hand in his own and they flickered like a candle flame until they flickered out of existence.

Peter’s throat burned in anger and frustration. He stood on shaky legs and walked over to the window. Laying on the ground covered in glass was the Hawkins high yearbook. He lifted it ignoring the pain in his fingers as they were sliced by the broken glass. The spine of the book broke so it fell easily to that page. Steve's smiling face. Billy's hungry stare. A moment in time captured for all eternity.

#harringrove #my writing #unquiet graves #harroween

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go-go-devil · 1 year

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Tagged by @transdankovsky

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Well it ain't much, but it's honest work:

(patho)(knock-knock) Marble Nest Crossover Fic

(patho) Changeling Route Day 13

(hylics) Memory of the Moon Beings Pt. 1: A Garden of Unearthly Delights

I'll tag @brainshock-alpha and @bombcollar. If any of my other mutuals are actively writing than please feel free to join in!

#tag game #ask game #fanfics

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ryansbedroom · 4 months

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My 2023 in retrospect...

Well, that year is almost over. Here's my story of 2023.

This year marked the 30th Anniversary of my time at the Surrey Downs Child Care Centre which I didn't like a little at first as I felt like a prisoner but I soon got the hang of it later. Also, my first video game, 'Super Mario All-Stars' for the SNES hit store shelves 30 years ago too but didn't get it until Christmas a year later at that time.

In January, I went to the St Kilda Mangrove Boardwalk for the first time in many years. It looked a bit different compared with last time I looked.

In February, I got a Lightburn Zeta coffee mug and saw a show at the Garden Of Unearthly Delights all by myself for the first time in my life! Then later, I saw Luke Million perform music from his first album 'Gina The Synth Cat' on his handy keytar! Then at the end, I got lucky and managed to grab one of his drumsticks! From a shop in Chinatown, I bought a Pikachu-design bathroom spout extension which slides onto most horizontal spouts!

In March, I got my Knight Rider Historians tee-shirt showing the GMC Prime Mover & Trailer which is now currently being restored. Went to the new TK-Maxx store at Churchill Centre in Kilburn and tried both 'Bard' & 'Barbarian' burgers from Carl's Jr who have teamed up with the board game based film, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Theives. After a remarkable 25 Years, Ash Ketchum's quest to become a true Pokemon Master came to an epic conclusion with the callback mini-series, 'Aim To Be A Master'. He and Pikachu came a long, long way together through the low times and the high. We still saluted him, celebrated him and praised him like we should.

In April, I went to a LEGO exhibit at the Museum Of Adelaide, then to a car show at Echunga Oval and then to an Easter carnival on Ridley Reserve. Bought the LEGO Icons 'Land Rover Defender 110' which is considered to be my best one for 2023 with working suspension, steering and the ability to tow! I even built a trailer to go with it!

In May, I took a time-lapse video of a Wisdom 'Sizzler' ride being setup for the first time in my life! Built a LEGO model of the gas heater we used to have in the lounge room until 2007. Went on a few tram rides at the St Kilda Tramway Museum.

In June, went to the Model Railway Exhibition in Angle Park. Then went on a few buses during a 'Farewell Tour' of the MAN NL202 fleet.

In July, I put 'Richard Stevens Hire' decals on my blue LEGO trailer as a nod to the days before Kennards came to South Australia! The old streetlights on our street were upgraded to LED. Saw the 'Barbie' movie at Hoyts. Brixpo was way better than ever, so was AVCon!

In August, The St Kilda Tramway Museum had a showcase of old buses. Then I went to the Gawler Show.

In September, Went to the Royal Adelaide Show and saw a small ex-John Martins semi trailer which was owned by one of the amusement companies. The supposed Masters Home Improvement store in Noarlunga is now being converted to Bunnings after sitting unused for quite some time. My grandmother Ann Smith turned 90 and we celebrated her birthday at the main hall in her aged care village. Took a hike in Cobbler Creek Recreation Park and I was exceptionally lucky to avoid getting bitten by a snake which could've cut my life short. Then I finally advanced onto my full driver's license and had a beer at the Old Spot Hotel in commemoration of the 15th Anniversary of my first 'legal drink'.

In October, The former house of 'The Owens' (i.e. my mother's parents) was put up for sale. Had a discussion with an NDIS employee at the Disabilty, Ageing & Lifestyle Expo at the showgrounds. Then for the first time in almost 13 years, looked around in the Roseworthy Agricultural Museum and went on some rides at the Roseworthy Miniature Railway Club! Went to the Tonsley Hotel in Clovelly Park to have a meal before it closed its doors to be redeveloped for the T2D Infrastructure Project. The former Red Rooster building at Harbor Town in West Beach was finally demolished after TEN YEARS! Then I went to the National Motor Museum for the 'Bay To Birdwood' car showcase!

In November, Went to the first ever Tiny Homes Expo at the Adelaide Showgrounds. Ingle Farm Shopping Centre changed its name to Ingle Farm Plaza and the old 'wind pump' signboards had to be removed and replaced with generic rectangular ones. Went to the Skye Lookout for a lovely view of the city and its surroundings. Bought the new Jazwares 'Train & Play Deluxe Pikachu' from Toyworld! I just couldn't resist it.

In December, I went to the new entertainment complex in the former Harris Scarfe floors of Rundle Place. Received my 1/43 Scale Knight Rider FLAG Rig from a seller in Portugal but was in a few pieces so I had to gorilla-glue them back on. Also did a repair to a LEGO Fabuland plane set as the left-side exhaust pipe was in two pieces when I bought it from a shop in Cowell. Went on Adelaide's first ever BEB (Battery-Electric Bus) on Route 99C for the first time in my life! For Christmas, I got the new LEGO Chevrolet Corvette!

#2023 #year in review #retrospect #callback #journal

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