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queenie-the-court-jester · 2 months

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yandere!emo boy x reader 🖤

a/n: first scenario! reader is mentioned to be cutesy and wears pink, while this dude is going through a hormonal rampage. All characters are depicted as sophomores! 18+!

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He hated this fucking school. Hated it so fucking much. He hated the other students, the snobby teachers, the shitty teaching. All of it. Everything except for you.

Sweet funny little you. Just sitting next to him playing on your phone. He was sitting in his chair, feet propped against the desk with the teacher not even bothering. She was done with his bullshit too.

Taking a quick glance at you, he still remembered how you stared up at him while you were collecting your purse's things. you bumped into him by accident and the purse fell due to you not really holding it.

He was planning on screaming at you, maybe give a punch in the nose but he froze when he looked at your face. Stared into your eyes. So pretty and innocent.. it was decided. He didn't need to know anything, you were his right then and there. Ignoring how you tried running away as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to sit with him at he lunch table.

that's how you got stuck with your new best friend, Riley sandserson. The schools goth and biggest asshole. Always bitching about something or being an overall insult to nature. Sassily flicking his hair away from his face, sometimes even managing to smack somebody with it.

Most avoided you because if they wanted to talk to you, they had to talk to Riley first. And Riley thrived on it. Getting to have you all to himself was an amazing feeling. Clinging to you like a barnacle onto a ship, kissing your neck sometimes or giving it a little nip. Letting out a loud laugh when you'd swat him away. He wanted to stuff that pretty cunt full of his seed..

But back to present matters, he watched you play your game, smiling a bit with how focused you were. Admiring the new ruffle skirt and pink cardigan you were wearing. Oh god, he loved you alright. "Hey, doll face" you looked up from your phone. Staring into his green eyes.

Fuck he could feel another boner coming on. "Gotcha somethin" he quietly passed a hello kitty doll towards you "saw it 'n thought you might like it" "thanks Riley.. I love it" you smiled and hugged your new friend, he was definitely stealing it back later when he'd break into your house again. He tapped his cheek, you seemed hesitant before placing a kiss on it like he demanded.

'i give you something? Thank me for it by giving me a big kiss.' you took it seriously and you're glad you did, because who knows what would happen if you didn't. Spotting his bloody knuckles as you pulled away, you fretted over him. Going into your bag to whip out some pink bandaids.

"Goddamnit what did I say about getting into fights? You'll get your shit rocked one of these days Riley I swear to god. you should be more.." he let your voice drone on, not even Paying attention as he grinned stupidly. He let you place them on with a blush on his pale acne covered face.

God you really wanted to punch him sometimes, to teach him a lesson. But hey, Atleast he stopped bragging about his latest fight and how he dislocated his opponents shoulder and broke their fingers..

What were you going to do with him?

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#Emo boy #Emo boy x reader #Yandere emo #Yandere male #Yandere male x reader #He may or may not also nut on your pillowcase while you sleep and he just watches #Silly Riley!#Riley Sanderson #Queenie ocs #Ocs #Yandere #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere boyfriend #Yandere scenario #Yandere imagine

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lanitalay · 4 months

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At sea

Rhysand x reader

a/n: Hi my loves!!!! I wrote this to break the ice after winter break. It will likely have one or two more parts. Wanted to write some Rhysand fluff after destroying his character in Before I say goodnight lol.

word count: 1k

warnings: none

Summary: reader returns home after months at sea.

Part 2

Salt coated the railings you clung to while walking down the stairs to the main deck. The summer sun had dried up the water that had crashed against the ship all night long. Now small crystals blanket every surface on board. You make it down the wonky steps, map rolled and tucked under your arm. It had been a rough passage last night, the shaking had kept most of the crew on board hugging buckets, unable to control the bile. It was the most dangerous part of the voyage, the captain had to watch out for jagged rocks that were mostly covered by water or mist, towering waves and fog overhead that prevented the guiding stars to be visible.

It would be a matter of days now. If you squinted you could swear the shoreline of Velaris was on the horizon. This time it had been an entire season. The trek had started the day after the last of the snow melted and you would be back just shy of the summer solstice. You had never been gone this long from your home. The salt air was starting to stink, you yearned for green fields and pine scented breezes.

You had collected more samples than ever before. The botany in the foreign lands you visited was truly magnificent and different to what you were accustomed to in the Night Court. In your private quarter you had managed to fit around one thousand dried samples of leaves, roots, flowers and a few insects along with some living plants, placed carefully near the port hole and a plethora of seeds. Your favorite treasure was an exceptional plant that you had meticulously looked after because the bright violet color of the flowers reminded you of a pair of matching eyes back home. Rhysand. You tried not to think of him. You really really did. But in the flowers you saw his eyes. In the stars you saw his smile. In dark waters you saw his fury. In the sea shanties you heard his drunken laugh. A sigh escapes your frowning mouth.

He might have married or mated by the time you return. Not that anything romantic existed outside of your wildest dreams. But he was your friend. You had known him since the head researcher of the priestesses had sent for a field researcher, since she did not feel ready to be outside of the sacred library walls. You had been recruited because your father was a renowned explorer and you had grown up by his side. Every shore in Prythian and the Continent was familiar to your family. Every shore unknown called your name.

Rhysand was the one who brought you to the library the first time. He had wanted to be present and even gave you a tour himself of the massive sanctuary. Since then, each time you return he flies you to the library and you tell him an abridged version of what you saw on your travels. Sometimes you think that he holds you a little tighter than the last time he saw you and you stop yourself before even thinking that there is a glint in his eyes that indicates something more than polite interest.

The days pass slowly. Eventually, the familiar cliff sides and hilly landscape come into view. Relief floods your chest. You would be staying a while this time. Cataloging all of the new materials would take at least until the end of summer. Flapping sounds from above and you look up expecting to see the mast ripped but instead a gliding shadow figure high above. An inevitable smile forms on your face.

It feels like docking the boat took forever. But once all the ropes are tied and the masts lowered, the bridge gets lowered and you all but leap to the wooden platform and to the young High Lord that’s waiting for you. Sprinting you pounce on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and relishing the feeling of being on solid ground. “Welcome home, explorer” his smooth voice soothes your racing heart. Seconds pass before you let go and look at him. He’s beaming, his hair has gotten longer since you’d gone, his face is clean shaven and he smells of home. You open your mouth to speak but his smile- his smile is making it impossible for you to concentrate on anything other than his mouth. So you stall. Your hands ruffle his hair in the way you knew would annoy him and he laughs.

“I’m so glad to be back” you finally say.

Flying to the House of Wind was routine at this point in your career. You would land and immediately go debrief with your head researcher. But today Rhys had asked you if you were hungry. The grumble in your stomach told him you were. So now you were eating a lovely lunch prepared by the house. It felt decadent to eat anything other than fish and potatoes. You moan as you bite and the High Lord in front of you chuckles.

“What else did you find?”

“Besides the plants there were incredible creatures there. Some had fur and some had scales. I drew them in my books” you point towards the bag you had brought with you most precious items. He reaches for it and begins to flip through the pages of your findings.

“This is fascinating” he breathes.

“What about you? Is there anything new in the Court?” You notice his jaw clench for a fraction of a second. “Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head and closes the book “there are whispers of war”. Your blood drains from your face. “What do you mean?”

His face is now the face of a High Lord, relaying important information to a court member “Hybern has been making some advances, Prythian is too fragmented to stand a chance”. The war that had put the wall between the human realm and the seven courts had ended not one hundred years ago. Villages were still recovering. The Courts were still shifting in new power dynamics.

“What can I do?” You were no warrior. The amount of times you’d trained with the Inner Circle you could count on one hand and it had always been to appease Cassian. Rhys looks away “nothing, we are trying our best to unify and organize our armies”. Something akin to a thorn nestles itself in your heart “and how are you going to do that?”

He swallows and looks straight through your eyes “I’m marrying the Princess of Autumn”.

#acosf #acowar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #acotar #acofas #acomaf #rhysand #lucien vanserra #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #rhysand x y/n #fluff #light angst #angst #angst with a happy ending

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thehmn · 1 year

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I’m going to gush a bit about dogs so if you’re not in the mood to hear yet another dog lover ramble on please just move long. I just want to talk about something that gives me warm fuzzy feelings.

Most people know that dogs who haven’t had much (if any) contact with humans are still a lot quicker to trust humans than other animals which makes sense because studies have shown that dogs seem to read human faces the same way humans do so there’s some deep seeded biological part of them that “knows” humans.

But what’s really crazy is that it seems to go the other way too. There are accounts from Europeans who contacted people who lived in remote parts of the world who had never seen a dog in their life but somehow just knew this wolf-looking creature could be trusted. I forget the names of the people involved but there was this one islander who was kidnapped by Europeans. He was terrified and confused but when he saw the ship dog he immediately hugged it. The island he came from had nothing that even remotely looked like a dog and yet some part of him “knew” this creature.

And yeah yeah, people can give examples of angry dogs and people who don’t like dogs but even in those cases it’s usually because there were negative experiences between humans and dogs beforehand. I’m talking about humans and dogs who had no prior knowledge of each other.

And how crazy is that? That’s the kind of stuff we think only happens in fantasy stories where elves have a special connection with dragons or whatever. We actually have that in real life. We lived so long with these creatures that we’ve become connected to them on a biological level. That’s so cool!

#humontalks #dogs #rambles

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oblique-lane · 14 days

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SniperScout is a strange pairing (rant)

First of all, why the fuck is it so popular??

Second of all, why tf is it MY favourite ship??????

Like, I'm very picky about my choosing my favourite characters and ships because I treasure being LOGICAL™ and CANON COMPLIANT® as much as possible, because I want to know that it's POSSIBLE to have A and B in yaoi relationships in theory, I'm not satisfied with baseless stuff I'm very sorry.

Yet sniperscout has 0 CANON CHEMISTRY!!! In any of the sources almost!! No sorry it's NEGATIVE POINTS chemistry by the "are they likely" scale. I mean, even if there is some chance, it's not going to be mutual for sure. (I am using my perfect logic and reasoning because I'm the smartest here and only my understanding and headcanons are objectively correct.)

You see, (my vision), these guys as they are, unchanged, are incomparable. I mean look, they are like frozen chicken breasts: to make them tasty you need to warm them up first and then start to COOK. You can't just take default sniper and default scout and make them kiss if you want to be compliant, NO. IT WON'T WORK.

Because Scout is so unapologetically blinded by heteronomativity and Sniper doesn't talk to people. It's always a potential slow burn that is never actually moving anywhere....... The soil could be growing flowers but it's just dirt....

In order for sniperscout to work logically, they both have to go through a meat grinder of character development, GROW AS PEOPLE, find out things about themselves, each other, to have a story together... (Scout to become more vulnerable and emotionally mature. And Sniper to... Ah he's actually fine, it's scout who causes all the trouble.)

...To actually plant the seeds into fucking dirt!!!! In that case, yeah, I've been proven it can work, I'm satisfied.

BUT

There come problems:

While character development is not inherently OOC, in that case it LOOKS OOC because. In canon Scout actually didn't have his development, we don't know for sure how would a "more mature" scout look like. It already kind of beefs with my desire to be reasonable and it hurts...

And what else hurts that I CAN'T HAVE INSTANT YAOI. IT'S ALWAYS THE FUCKING """SITUATIONS""" AND """CONTEXT""" of 50k words before the action begins.

Like, some other ships have their potential inherently in their character instead of situations. I can see how SoldierSpy would work (opposites attract), SniperSpy (combat rivals), Medic x anyone (no comment), not even talking about HeavyMedic and DemoSoldier......

While Sniperscout... Is the most BASIC Sun & Moon dynamic......

except THE SUN DIDN'T FUCKING CARE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!

God please I just want them to hug I want one if them thinking "you are the sun in my eyes I'm literally alive because of you" abd another one to be like "you're sooo cool like very very cool you are never going to get rid of me got it??"....... Without hearing their long ass slowburn every time but if I don't my brain will not believe it.......

#sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #rant post #If you can ship your blorbos without any reasoning behind it good for you #I'm taking everything so seriously I'm thinking it might be an illness #Terminal being smart and sexy that is #I wished I wanted to fuck spy like a normal person

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lateraniansweets · 1 year

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Whether you write for this or not doesn’t matter much, I just really wanted to share this idea. Vash with a reader who knows he’s a plant and, seeing how this world has no wildlife, decides to make him a paper flower or flowers as a way of trying to connect with him.

awww thats so cute!!! i added embroidery flowers if that's okay with you!!

Flora

Plants like the flora kind do exist in No Man's Land but they're rare and mainly the rich own them. People would keep their plants under lock and key or spend their life savings buying a single one.

You could count on one hand the instances you've seen flora in your life.

All from a distance, of course.

At least until now.

Ship 3's biodome is in your eyes what paradise looks like. It's vast, with grass and all sorts of flora planted in sections, from vegetables, fruits, shrubs, trees and the decorative sort like roses.

It's the most flora you've seen your entire life.

Vash is two steps behind you, looking lovestruck as he watches you admire the flowers.

You stop in front of a group of violet flowers and turn to him. "What are these called?" you ask, gesturing to the flowers.

He hums, stepping closer and crouching down to get a better look, "They're campanula—bellflowers."

"Bell...flowers?"

"Mhm," he tugs at your hand, gently urging you to crouch alongside him.

Happily, you oblige, shoulders brushing against his.

"They're called that because they look like bells," Vash explains, caressing one as you lean against his shoulder, "See?"

"I do," you answer following his example and caressing another flower.

Subtly, Vash wraps an arm around your shoulders, intertwining his hand with yours. You lean against his touch, breathing out a sigh. A comfortable silence envelops the geodome, the artificial wind blowing as the suns slowly set.

For a moment you could imagine that the two of you were on Earth taking an afternoon stroll at a park.

"I wish we could bring some flora with us," you mumble against his shoulder.

"Same. I bet they'd smell nice."

Bringing a plant along with you on your travels would be improbable. Flora, as you've learned from Luida tended to be sensitive. As nice as the idea would be, you knew neither of you would be able to take care of it.

Vash presses a kiss on your temple, "We should go now. I promised Brad I'd help him with some maintenance. "

"I see," With wobbly legs, you stand up. Leaning down on the still-crouched Vash you give him a quick kiss on the forehead and on the beauty mark under his left eye. "See you later at dinner then?"

"Mhm."

You leave the geodome with an idea forming in your head, realising Vash left his coat in his room.

You and Vash leave Ship 3 with packs full of supplies provided by the Ship's residents and a freshly maintained arm.

Luida hugs you tightly, "I'm sure he'll love it." she assures, the smile lines on her face crinkling.

"Really?"

The older woman chuckles, "Yes, he definetly would. It's a thoughtful gift."

"Now," the older woman releases her hold you, "You two be safe out there alright."

"Alright." You walk away from the woman and down the sandswept metal ramp that leads out the SEEDS ship. Turning on your heelm you wave the woman goodbye before walking to Vash's side.

"What was that about?" asks Vash, taking your pack from you so he could carry it.

"Nothing..." Heat rushes up to your cheeks.

"It's definitely something!" He moves closer to you, "So..." Vash starts, curiosity in his voice as his hot breath fans in your in. "What is it?"

You stop in your tracks abruptly, making Vash bump into you.

"Check the inside of your coat."

"Huh?"

"Just do it, okay!"

"Okay..?"

Vash methodically goes through his many coat pockets, feeling for whatever this something may be.

Excitement bubbles up inside him but it quickly dies down when he feels nothing other than a couple of his own bullets.

"Mayfly," He pouts, "there's nothing in he-OH!"

Turns out that 'something' wasn't inside his coat but in the coat itself.

There were flowers sewed in his coat, red and green threads standing out against the blue cloth of the inside of his coat.

Vash brushes his thumb against the red flowers embroidered on the inside of his coat, right over his heart.

"They're..." His breath is caught in his throat.

You step closer, avoiding his eyes as you inspect your work. It was an amateur's work at best but it turned out well enough considering your skill and the time you had.

"Geraniums, " you finish for him, placing a hand over his, the prosthetic a familiar metallic cool. Finally mustering the courage to do so, you look up at him. "They're your favorite right?"

They are, It goes unsaid.

Vash told you about Rem and his time on the SEEDS ship. A hundred fifty years into the past humanity roamed the stars searching for a new home and with them they took remnants of Earth.

It's all distant to you. All you've known are the endless dunes of No Man's Land.

"I-I know it looks a bit wonky. I'm not the best at embroidery and-and—"

The packs Vash was holding are dropped down on the ground as he suddenly wraps his arms around you, pulling you in a tight embrace.

"I love it. Thank you."

"You-you do?"

"Of course I do!" Vash pressed a kiss on your cheek, "It's beautiful, Mayfly. Thank you."

You hug him back, pulling your bodies closer together, heart swelling with joy.

okay I kinda didn't know how to end this so duandnwbs. it's currently 3am and I'm stress writing because I've got a policy paper proposal thingie in a few hours ajdjabreb I'm so nervous aaaa

also I just realised I should probably title some of my stuff fjsneb

#trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #^asks #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

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snippychicke · 8 months

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Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate Part Three

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: None except heartbreak?

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways.

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life.

Tagging: @tfamidoingwithmylife; @yellowbbear ; @skullr0se; @chiyo-juice

Masterlist|Ao3

Prompt: Weird

When you woke, you were very… confused.

One: you had slept for quite a while, the sun much lower on the horizon than when you laid down. You weren’t sure if that was because you were so exhausted, or if it was because of the shade of the towering cliff you had taken refuge beneath.

Two: there was fur pressed against your back. And not your fur, that was still wadded up as a pillow beneath your head.

Three: the furry body was rumbling. Breathing.

You turned over cautiously and came face to face with a very familiar feline face.

Richie. The Lion.

The lion blinked slowly at you, apparently just waking up himself. Yet once he came to his senses, his ears flicked as he shifted to lick your face with his rough tongue.

"What in the world," You swore with a laugh while you reached out to scratch him behind the ear like you knew he liked. Rithie huffed, his tail swishing happily as he leaned into the scratches. "What are you doing here?"

"Richie!" A familiar voice called out, and you looked over the lion's frame to see Mohji stepping from around the towering cliff face. The white-haired man paused when he saw you, his expression quickly shifting from shock to a smile. "Richie! Did you find an old friend?"

The lion roared, though quietly compared to some you had heard, before standing and stretching. Mohji blushed and quickly turned as the beast moved, coughing awkwardly. "We, uh, have heard of a naked woman sleeping on beaches. A lot of us hoped it wasn't you, but I guess we were wrong."

You wrapped your furs around yourself, hiding the parts of your body humans always got embarrassed about before following Richie up the sandy dune towards the beast tamer. "I've been trying to use the night sky to find my way home but… I haven't exactly been successful."

Mohji carefully glanced before sighing and turning back to you once he deemed it was safe. "I've heard from the navigators that it can be quite tricky unless you have a proper star chart and equipment."

You rubbed your neck guiltily. "Yeah, I-I don't think I'm doing that great."

The man worried his lip, looking down to the lion that had laid down at his legs. "Well… I bet once Captain Buggy returns he might be willing to help. And there shouldn't be a problem if you want to sleep on the ship instead of the beach while we wait. A lot of us have missed you anyways."

Your heart leapt in your throat. The option to return back to the pirate ship and see everyone again, if even for a little bit, sounded too good. You wanted to wrap Mohji up in a hug, but that little voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing anything other than smile for a short moment.

The way Buggy had avoided you those last few days, acting as if you didn’t exist. The coldness in those eyes that had been so warm before.

That was not the Buggy you missed, and you worried that if you were confronted with him again, some part of you would break.

"I don't want to be a nuisance or anything,” You said instead, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Captain Buggy was rather upset with me last time…"

Mohji scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "I know it’s not my place to speak ill of our captain, but he isn't really good with managing his feelings. Between us, I am pretty sure he was covering up how upset he was that you turned him down.” He paused for a moment before continuing quietly, as if afraid to be overheard. “He's been on a tirade since you left trying to act like he's not hear--" He paused, as if he realized what he was saying before continuing awkwardly. "Missing you," He finished.

Something tugged at your heartstrings with a mix of grief and joy. Excited and thrilled as well as guilty by the concept. "Buggy misses me?"

Because gods how you missed him. All of them, but especially the blue-haired clown. (Your heart ached with grief every time you thought of his smile. His flashy personality and style. Of how he made you laugh so easily.)

(And you thought of him constantly.)

"Very much so," Mohji said with a faint smile. "We all do, but especially our captain. I'm sure when he finally gets free from Arlong's crew, he's going to be over the moon."

Your smile faded, "Get's… free?"

Prompt: First Time

"I'm getting out of here!"

Screw these idiots that think they could take on the whole of Arlong's crew on their own turf. No matter how good those swordsman and waiter were, there was no way they were going to win against the whole of Arlong's men. And Buggy did not want to be caught as a casualty because of their grandiose belief they could take the fishman on.

There were other maps to the Grand Line anyways. He could hunt another down as soon as he figured out where his crew was.

Knowing Cabaji and Mohji, they were still back at the last stupid island arguing who was in command while he was gone. Dumb asses. How were they his two best crewmen again when they couldn't agree on anything?

(And maybe, just maybe, once he was back on the seas he could put an ear out to see where you had wandered off to. Not because he was going to go after you or anything. Just a curiosity thing, that’s all.)

Which is why Buggy was extremely confused when he approached the shoreline and saw the striped sails of the Big Top in the distance, his red-nose Jolly Roger flying high.

No. That was virtually impossible. Even if the crew had decided on an interim captain, surely they wouldn't try anything chivalrous! Especially when it was this dangerous. Sure, his crew was loyal, but only to a point. They'd wait around, but that was probably it. They wouldn't come after him. (No one would. He couldn't rely on anyone else but himself. Everyone betrayed him and left him behind.)

Then why…

His thoughts were silenced as something broke out of the waves, hopping awkwardly on two fins onto the shore.

No. Impossible.

It was like the first time he saw you, except it was midday instead of the dead of night. Seeing you shift, your fur barely covering your body for a few moments, allowing him to drink in the sight.

Except this time, there was murderous intent in your expression as you wrapped your fur around you in a makeshift dress before marching across the sand.

Completely oblivious you were being watched.

(Well, he had to fix that, didn't he?)

Without even thinking, he ran quickly to intercept you.

Well, he was thinking; but it was more on the fact you were here. Full of the rage he had only seen once before when you confronted the men who stole your furs.

But you had them, so was that fury… for him?

‘No,’ Buggy sharply caught himself before he could get his hopes up. The idea that you would be here for him was impossible. How would you have even known he was here? Why would you come to his aid? (Except, his ship was right there. Surely the two were related, right?)

He slowed to a casual stroll for his grand entrance, grinning as he stepped into your line of sight. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

You stumbled to a stop, eyes wide with shock. "Buggy?" You spoke after a moment, making his grin widen as he shot you a wink.

"Hey doll. Long time no--"

His words were cut off as you launched yourself at him, Crashing into him with enough force he had to take a step back while you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, your face buried against his chest.

Oh. Oh.

This… this was new. And unexpected. Buggy had to admit, he wasn’t quite sure how to react other than loosely wrap his arms around your shoulders, just waiting for… something. Maybe to wake up and this just to be a dream. (How many times had he dreamt about you in his arms, smiling up at him? So many many times.)

You… were as soft as he remembered. Smelling like the sea itself and radiating warmth like a sunny beach. Everything he had missed.

(It was you. It was you, it was you, it was you.)

"Hey there," He said softly after a moment, allowing himself to squeeze you softly. (God you felt so good.) "What's all this about?"

"Mohji and Cabaji explained everything,” You explained, voice muffled against his chest. “First those pirates attacking the circus, and then the fiasco with Arlong and this treasure map--"

Ah, so his freaks did know. They probably had been hiding about the tent, waiting for his temper to soften when Arlong’s crew showed up.

"--when they said you were a prisoner. I-I couldn't just stand by. You helped me, and I had to do something."

There it was. A knife that dug itself into his back and scraped at his heart. Part of him was glad you couldn't see his face as he gritted his teeth, angry at his own foolishness for allowing himself hope.

You were his sweet little lamb, of course you would have an overdeveloped sense of justice. You were just here because of your morals.

And not him.

How could he allow himself to get his hopes up? Even for a few moments?

Buggy was almost thankful when the pagoda in the distance started to quake, ending the moment. He forced his smile back in place as he pulled away. "How about we take our exit?"

Prompt: Old Sayings

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And well, it was true. You had missed the boat and its crew, and now that you were back you realized how much you had missed it. Being around the pirate crew was so much different than being around those at the Baratie. There had been a… tension at the Baratie. All those people you didn't know, that you couldn't trust because who was to say they wouldn't steal your fur if they realized what you were.

Here, you knew these people. You could trust that they wouldn't touch your coat. That you were safe.

But none of that compared to how much you missed Buggy.

Except he still wasn't the same.

After stealing a boat to return to the rest of the crew, Buggy took charge and ordered for a swift retreat. Once the crew scattered to guide the massive ship away, Buggy turned to you with a smile on his face that still didn't seem right.

"Oh, you're actually still here?" He said as he collapsed into the captain's chair, long legs dangling over the armrest. "Color me surprised. I figured you'd jump overboard yet again without so much as a see ya."

There was an edge to his voice that didn't settle well with you. A sharpness that felt like a blade curing straight to your heart. He had seemed happy to see you back on the beach. You could still recall being in his arms, feeling like you had finally returned home after such a long time. That it was where you belonged.

But now you weren't so sure.

"Do… you want me to leave?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as if your fur coat could keep you safe from the feelings trying to drown you.

His smile fell for a brief moment before returning just as forced as he waved his hand lazily. "Well, it sure didn't seem like you care what I wanted before, sweetheart. So why does it matter now?"

You were so confused. Hurt. "I-I'm sorry, Buggy. I don't understand?" What was he talking about? Why was he acting like this?

There was anger, madness, as he suddenly shifted to his feet and lunged towards you. "You don't understand? My little lamb, you left me. No thank you, no goodbye, no nothing."

Your inner instincts warred with each other as he stalked closer. Run. Fight. This wasn't your friend Buggy, this was a predator. An enemy out for blood. You took a faint step back, lips twitching in an automatic snarl as your body tried to decide on its course of action.

If anything, Buggy's grin grew wider at your reaction. "After everything; I gave you the best seat in the house for our shows, exclusive backstage privileges, treating you like one of our own. And yet you just jumped ship and swam away. And you don't understand why?"

"It hurt!" You snapped back, your body deciding on fight as you stood taller with teeth bared. Buggy paused, blue eyes briefly widening in surprise as you took a step closer. "It hurt too much! You were avoiding me and I knew that it was only a matter of time before you made me leave. That you wouldn’t want me on your ship anymore! And I didn’t want to face that!"

"Don’t give me that bullshit! You told me no." He snarled back after he regained his senses, steeping closer until there was less than a foot between you. You hated the fact that he was taller than you, able to glare down and make you feel small. "I offered you a place on my crew, in my circus. And you turned me down."

"Because I'm smart enough to realize I wouldn't last," You shot back, glaring up at his blue eyes. "I don't know your world, Buggy! I would be useless to you if I joined your crew, let alone your circus! Already some of the crew was tiring of me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would too!"

Tears stung your eyes as silence hung between you after the tirade, your throat hurting from screaming. Or maybe that was because your heart had migrated upwards, becoming a painful lump.

All of it was true. All of it had been gnawing at you in the back of your mind that it was a bit of a relief to have it out in the open. Even if it also shredded your heart to admit it as well.

"Who?" Buggy finally spoke lowly, breaking the silence. He grabs you by the chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to hold his gaze. There was still fury in his expression, but also an odd sense it was no longer directed at you despite the painful grip. "Who the hell made you think that?"

"It doesn't matter, it--"

"It matters to me!" He roared, interrupting you. “Because it’s fucking bullshit!”

Prompt: Gravestone

Someone was a deadman walking.

The anger that had been bubbling had erupted at your admission, his whole body shimmering with rage. You. Useless? Whoever made you think that--be it one one of his crew or someone else-- was going to die from making you think that.

Your words echoed in his head even as he held your face, watching tears seep down your cheeks. It only twisted the knife in his chest at your admission that you thought he would tire of you. That you were useless. That you weren't wanted.

(He wanted you. He had missed you so much. He needed you.)

"It matters to me," Buggy repeated softly --lowly-- with a faintly sinister smile as his grip became softer. "Because I am going to kill them. Out of all of my freaks, you are the one I wanted by my side. You are the only one I'd be willing to share the spotlight with."

"I didn't want the spotlight," You whispered after a moment. "I-I just wanted to be by your side. But I was too scared that someday you wouldn't want me there."

Buggy wanted to kiss you. He wanted to pull you close and never let you go again. Yet he stopped himself before he could. He couldn't endure the heartache again if he was wrong, if he was only seeing and hearing what he wanted.

"What about your plan to go back home," He asked instead, with a hint of a snarl. "That's all you seemed to care about aftering getting your fur back."

You glanced away, though your hand came up to hold his against your cheek. "I-I don't know any more. I miss my family but…"

'Say it,' he thought, begged, in his mind, and could only hope it wasn’t plastered on his face how desperate he felt. ‘Say you missed me. Say that you wanted to be here with me more. Say that you love me.'

"I like it here too,” You finally finished softly. “I-I like being with you."

How could you make him feel like a hundred-million berries and also completely shatter him into dust at the same time? His thumb rubbed across your darkening cheeks, searching your eyes as he soaked in your words. Your gaze. Your touch as you clutched him.

He had missed you. God how he had missed you.

"I don't like being teased, little lamb," He murmured. "You're going to have to make a choice."

He loved watching your skin darken further. "Do you want me to stay?" You asked softly, your eyes wide and trusting and pleading.

Screw it, you were going to kill him.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing the top of your ear as he whispered into your ear. "Haven't I made it clear enough?" He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging just slightly and enjoying the feel of you tensing as your breath caught. Maybe, finally, you'd get the picture. "I want you to stay. I want you on my crew. I want you by my side. Any way you want to chop it, slice it, dice it, sweetheart, I want you."

Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling yourself close and hiding your face against his shoulder. "I want to stay," You mumbled, words muffled by the fabric of his coat. Buggy allowed a triumphant smile as he returned the gesture, squeezing your soft body tightly against him. "I want to be with you."

Yes. Yes yes yes! Hearing your laugh was worth more than any gold or jewels as you clung to him.

(You were his gold. His jewel. His treasure.)

He nipped lightly at your ear, wanting to hear you squeal again --to hear that beautiful laugh echo as you struggled playfully in his grasp, your teeth clicking together as you tried to return the gesture and couldn’t reach.

He was never going to let you go. Never again.

#opla buggy #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #one piece #one piece live action

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angelictyphoon · 9 months

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pas de deux

@full-of-mercy

Their legs hang off the edge of a shorn panel alloy, peeled back and away from the fuselage like the pop tab of a soda can. It has become their perch, providing an uninterrupted view of the horizon and the burning edge of the twin suns as they make their ascent. Colors they have seen, colors they have shared before. Swatches of brilliant vermillion bleed into the dark sky as they turn their eyes up to the gradual migration from night to day.

This is the second sunrise he has shared with Nicholas after two years.

His hands hurt. He can feel the blisters swelling up beneath his gloves, but it’s a good sort of pain. One of the shovels pilfered from the rear adjoining workshed of Marlon’s Monuments leans against his left shoulder with his arm slung over it.

Vash tips back, farther and farther until he lies flat across the plane of metal. A dubious-looking raider pistol twirls off the end of his finger until it flies off and joins the pile gathered below their feet with a clatter and scattering of the other weapons caught in the tumble. He hugs the handle of the shovel against the front of his coat and clasps his fingers over his chest.

“See? I told you it was gonna be worthwhile to leave the Punisher and your belt with me for a bit,” he grins, turning his head to look up at Wolfwood. “Thought you would’ve been more excited about me asking you to take it off.”

The raiders are long gone, forced into a humiliated retreat after Vash convinced Wolfwood to put on enough of a show to lure them all near the imaging room in the remnants of the medical bay.

“Just needed you to buy me a little time and look juicy.”

Enough time for him to generate enough power to engage the magnets in the long-dormant MRI machine and summarily disarm every scavenger within a forty foot radius. There are still a plethora of dusty, greasy dirt angels and dents left on the walls where the unfortunate souls wreathed in heavy metals got pulled in along with their weapons. He left them at Wolfwood’s mercy while he hunted through the rubble for the quench button that would kill power to the magnets.

Whatever Nicholas had convinced them of by the time they were dumped on the floor, not a single scavenger stayed to challenge them.

“It all worked out. No one got hurt– mostly– they left, we were able to bury the colonists and all the others. Weirdly enough, the black box wasn’t where it was supposed to be but it didn’t look like it got destroyed, either.”

It is out there, somewhere, perhaps already pawned off to a novelty space-tech shop in the growing underbelly of December. The SEEDS ship had been caught in low orbit for over a century and a half. He would have liked to learn the story of its crew. With Luida's help, it is likely they could have cross-referenced the passengers back to their descendants.

Light continues to spill out over the sand, glazing the landscape in a warm glow. He can't recall exactly when he stopped questioning the rise of the twin suns, wondering why it is that people can go on living.

This rhythm is altogether familiar yet also new in that they have yet to choreograph their next steps. Nothing has been preordained and the rest of the world is not in need. Not at this very moment.

Angelina II waits patiently for them in the shadow of the fallen ship.

“Anywhere you wanted to stop by before we head back? The girls are probably still a day or two out so we have some time.”

#full-of-mercy #my heart still beats in your direction -- full-of-mercy.#wolfwood.#[ stardate: 0116+ ]#v. gazing at tomorrow.

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Congratulations on the 2k followers 🎆🎆🎆🎆 you deserve that and much more 🎉🎊🎉🎊

(if you have time you could do another part 3 of HIS yandere/obsessive otto (and alicent) x inocente reader reader maybe she had twin boys in her last pregnancy (they are 5 years old) and she is pregnant again (otto's fault 😉) (also now helaena and aemond were born 💚😍) they and their children went to Laena's funeral Velaryon reader was a little excited to see her sister and nephews (and daemon) so that her children finally meet and be a family again, but daemon He warns her of the Hightower and how they manipulate her, in addition to being disappointed that she wears green instead of the red of her house, after that the scandal of the eye of Aemond is armed, for which the reader was left scared and confused by the attitude from rhae and alicent, when she talks to otto she tells him that she is betraying his family and he tells her that they are his family (with smut if you want 😉😋😋) (his kids are team green like their dad 💚) (all his children have dragons) (his children and Alicent are the best it's friends 😍💚) thank you.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“Try not to run off.” You whispered into their ears as you gracefully stepped from the royal ship. Your slightly swollen stomach is on display in a beautiful, emerald dress that hugged at your figure. The sight of the Queen’s children close by your own warmed your heart; you knew they were safe.

“They seem to be getting on well.” You whispered up to Alicent who walked with you towards the outside viewing platform where the rest of the crowds awaited. “They do, are you glad about that?” Alicent hummed. “Of course.” You smiled brightly up at your dear friend before linking arms with her.

It only ever brought you happiness as you watched them play. Your twins eagerly follow their cousins. It was a heartwarming sight, you thought to yourself even at such a sad occasion. The sun was bright and shining beautifully; the emeralds you wore glittered as you began to walk towards your husband.

Your hand reached for his arm as you settled beside him. The conversation he continued with Corlys’ brother whilst his hand moved into your own. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Princess.” Vaymond nodded his head politely whilst your smile brightened. “And you too.” You whispered.

The sight of your uncle just out of reach had your eyes widening. “Excuse me.” You gently hummed. Your hand slipped from Otto before he could stop the exchange. “Uncle..” You called excitedly. Your smile wide and eyes so bright as you finally stopped in front of Daemon whose eyes had softened if only for a moment.

“I have missed you.” You softly whispered as you gently took his hand. “Apologies for your wife.” You continued as your sweet nature would allow. Oh, how Daemon wished he could be soft back. You were a darling truly…but you were swaying from the family so much. He could no longer trust you.

“I see you are wearing green.” Daemon hummed; his bright eyes moving over your body; catching your swollen stomach. He had seen your trio of boys with the Queen’s offspring too and hated to see what his family had become. “Oh, well, I like the colour.” You whispered so innocently.

He had to turn away. Gods, Otto had his claws so deep inside you. His seed too. It was disgusting. Daemon could hardly look at you. It was hard not to notice as you ducked your head. Unsure why everything was falling apart. “They have dragons,” You whispered out, hoping to peak his interest but Daemon only hummed.

The hours that followed completely ruined the family it seemed to you anyway. You could have watched with wide eyes as Aemond grabbed onto your hand. Your sweet boys had never left his side. A hand rested on your stomach as you moved to reach for Alicent whilst the hands of her father brought you against him.

“It would not be best to get involved.” He whispered into your ear. His hand moved up and down your sides as you continued to watch. Unknowingly to you, Daemon looked over and saw the embrace. Otto’s dark smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with the rogue Prince. Another dragon was on their side; in more ways than one.

“Let us leave, everything is fine now.” He whispered into your ear but you knew the words were lies. How could everything be fine now? But still, you followed him. You looked over your shoulder once more to see your boys crowding Alicent and you could only softly smile. They were precious.

Otto’s hand stayed on your thigh as he kept you impossibly closer. “I do not think it will be.” You finally whispered out. Those big eyes of yours full of worry as you looked up at your husband. He gently shushed you and guided you into the first private room he could find. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Your heart still raced; the sight you had just witnessed of your sisters stepping over a line that there was no coming back from. Otto gently cupped your face as your eyes locked together. His thumb brushing against your cheek. He gently rested his head on yours and you could feel yourself calming.

“I don’t know what to do…they are my family.” You began to babble out now as his fingers brushed through your locks. “Shhh…are we not your family?” Otto gently asked; his hand taking yours. You could only nod your head. You were family, of course you were..your precious sons. Gods, you couldn’t think straight.

“I do not know what to do.” You whispered up to him. Those big eyes of yours welling up with unshed tears. You gently placed the still clasped hands on his chest; above his heart as your mind raced still. “You do…you know what to do.” Otto hummed; his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Our boys, they need you.” Truer words had never been spoken, you thought to yourself as your hands moved to his once more. “I know..I know that.” You whispered; chewing nervously on your bottom lip now. “Then you know the answer.” Otto hummed and leant closer to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

His arms wrapped around you and kept you closer. His head rested on top of your own for a moment. A soft smirk threatening to tug on his lips as you hummed happily into his chest. His hand still moved up and down your back; bringing you comfort as best he could. “There, there..” Otto whispered.

You hummed happily as you could be whilst your mind was still thinking of the other part of your family. “We should start to leave now.” Otto hummed; his fingers brushing through your hair once more. You looked up from under your lashes with a soft smile coming over your face as you leaned in.

Your lips lovingly captured his whilst Otto moved his hand to the back of your neck and brought you closer. Your noses brushed together as your fingers moved over his hair; deepening the kiss some more. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip for a moment as you gently pushed him against the wall in passion.

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@girlonfireice

#otto hightower x reader #otto hightower x y/n #request

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iriswestallenn · 4 months

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I keep forgetting how annoying it is to watch a currently airing show with a large fanbase on tumblr. Stop tagging the ship name with silly complaints that make no sense. How is that fun for anyone who just wants to browse the tag in peace?

"Ugh Luke saying they're acting like a married couple is fanservice." A child? Saying a variation of 'Annabeth and Percy kissing in a tree, k i s s i n g' lmao please be serious. THEY ARE KIDS, teasing each other. Were y'all never teased when you hung out with another kid and your friends noticed y'all were looking a little too friendly? Oh brother.

"They're pushing Grover to the side in favor or percabeth :(" Huh? Did you read the books? Grover (i love) barely does much. If anything the show is giving him way more to do and say. The actor who plays Grover I genuinely think is the best actor out of the three, he's doing a very good job. Any Pan mention, the moment he found Ferdinand, all great scenes.

"It's not a slow burn! They're already too flirty." Once again, children. They have only hugged and even though I'm a lunatic that is reading into everything because I love percabeth... Not a damn thing came out of that hug lmao there was no nervousness, no 'how do I act around her/him now that I've hugged him oh no' type feelings. She was happy he was ALIVE. Simple.

Also the actual actors are finding their footings with each other as each episodes go by so there's a naturally progression happening both on and off screen. The actors also have said again and again they read all the books so they know their characters are endgame and probably are playing into that a bit. Maybe they don't even realize they're doing it because they were TWELVE at time of filming.

I wonder why so many people are so bothered by show-percabeth especially if they're fans of the books. This couple is the IT couple. They are hyped. Their story, what they do and go through for each other is legendary lmao so what exactly is the real issue? Do you not want parallels to happen? Seeds planted, sOME smiling??? Do you not want Annabeths found family brother who witnessed her shove Percy into the ocean just not mention he notices they seem to have gotten closer?

Very peculiar...

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percabeth #i have never understood the concept of tagging the ship you're not giving actual critique about but rather plain annoyance #whenever i had antis back when i had the time lmao i would tag anti ship name and tag the show name too #i tagged the show name if i was looking for actual discussion like am i seeing this wrong #but just straight up HATING? I only tagged anti #why tf would i want to interrupt other peoples happy scrolls with my nonsense?#im too grown for this haha so i am not replying to anyone with any rebuttals i am just asking yall to get out the tag #the examples i used above are not constructive #people are in the percabeth tag saying 'FANSERVICE that they smiled at each other already in ep 3*angry face*#'too much percabeth *rolling eye emoji*#okay and that's your opinion but just #get out the damn tag lmao omgg #not in 2024 do yall not know how to tag correctly

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Stately Sequoia Ch. 6

I am rampaging, folks. I might be busy for the rest of the weekend so I felt compelled to get all of these ideas out on paper before the plots get all jumbled or I forget and move on to a separate idea.

Thank you for all the support and comments. I literally read all of it and love hearing what you have to say!

You had avoided Larissa at all costs. The school year was off to a good start and you found out quite quickly the students were your favorite part of the job. Bianca and Wednesday were two stand out students in your advanced botany course. Eugene was a quiet student, but he certainly had a skill for plant identification.

Truthfully, you couldn’t stop thinking about Larissa however. Faculty meetings were the worst as you tried to remain focused on the task at hand, but Larissa was truly too beautiful to resist a glance or two.

You knew you were having to put effort into avoiding Principal Weems as she has sought out your company many times since your last date. You remember on one specific occasion she stopped by the greenhouse about two weeks after your parting.

“Fern. We really need to talk.” Larissa’s voice was gentle as she watched you seeding a batch of wildflowers for Eugene to keep for his bees.

“I really don’t think we do. What else is there to say?” You didn’t look up, you didn’t give her the satisfaction of even stopping what you were doing to speak to her.

You could feel Larissa behind you, inching closer, “I wanted to apologize.”

Your stubbornness was getting the best of you as you planted your hands against the table in front of you. You took a deep breath and still didn’t acknowledge her words.

Larissa closed the gap between you both by wrapping her arms around your middle, hugging you from behind. You felt her warm lips against your neck, involuntarily you tilt your head to the side, granting her more access to you.

Much to your dismay, she unraveled her arms and left you longing for her warmth.

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A month into the semester and it was finally Parents Weekend. Before the arrival of parents, there was a brief meeting among teachers. You listened to Larissa’s instructions while listening to Rowan’s smart ass comments on the side.

“Parents weekend can’t get over soon enough,” Rowan huffed as you both made your way towards the quad. Student’s of hers quickly call her over to make introductions between their favorite vampire professor and their parents. You remained near a pillar, observing the interactions between your beloved students and their family members. A familiar presence appeared at your side, towering over you.

You had been considering re-initiating your relationship with Larissa, but after your behavior weeks ago, you found it hard to believe Larissa would want anything to do with you. Now, your relationship seemed to have returned to strictly professional.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” Larissa asked looking out across the sea of students and guardians.

You stared up at your principal, eyes not leaving her face as you respond, “Yes... Lovely.”

Larissa met your gaze, that beautiful smirk gracing her red lips once again. You stood there for a moment watching each other before you were brutally interrupted.

“Larissa!” A dark haired beauty approached the principal with open arms. More importantly, you saw Weems’s face fall before she forced a smile. The approaching parent wore a tight fitting black dress and was accompanied by a Latin man. Peaking around them, the annoyed face of Wednesday Addams followed after them.

“Morticia. How lovely to see you.” Larissa accepted the embrace and you took that as your sign to mingle with the other parents present.

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“You must be the botany professor my daughter speaks so highly of.”

You were on your hands and knees digging in the conservatory to plant a sequoia tree of your own. You had been inspired recently and had a small sapling shipped from the west coast.

You sit back on your feet and glance up at Morticia Addams, who had now graced your conservatory. From observing her earlier this morning, she seems to have a natural flirtation about her.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams. I’m Dr. Rogers.” You decided to keep the introduction as formal as possible due to Larissa’s seemingly negative reaction to seeing her old roommate.

“Oh, please, you can call me Morticia.” She took another step towards you, causing you to have to crane your neck even higher to look at her. You were sure this was some kind of power move.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Morticia?” You faked a smile before turning back to your sapling at hand.

“Oh… No… Just touring around… Larissa speaks very highly of you...” She glanced upwards and around at the different trees, vines, and shrubs you had cultivated. Morticia drew a hand innocently across your back as she stepped behind you and moved onward to explore your greenhouse.

“I’m glad to hear she is pleased with my performance. I enjoy my work here.”

“Oh, yes... You know, she used to enjoy my performance as well. I was just thinking-” Morticia began a story that you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to hear. From Rowan’s stories, it was revealed to you that Principle Weems and Morticia Addams were once romantically entangled.

“Morticia.” A stern voice barked from the entrance to the greenhouse. Larissa loomed in the doorway, “It seems Gomez is looking for you. Perhaps you should go check on him. Separation anxiety, I assume.”

Larissa’s dig caused your eyes to widen and Morticia’s jaw clenched in response. There was a tension here between these women and with both of their dominating demeanor, you would rather stay out of it.

“Don’t worry, Fern. We can continue this conversation at a later date. I’m sure you would love to hear the rest,” Morticia’s words seemed to be directed at Larissa as she took her exit.

Rather than question the intensity of Morticia and Larissa’s interaction, you turned your head back the the small tree. Once a hole was large enough for the roots, you gently inserted the small tree.

Larissa couldn’t help herself as she found her way to your side, kneeling next to you, “What are you doing?”

Her tone had been so soft with you since your miscommunication. You glanced up at her and gestured down to the plant, “It’s a sequoia tree. I’ve never grown one before…”

Larissa watched as you leveled out the soil, gently packing it down so the little tree stands upright. She hums in approval, watching your movements.

“Would you like to try?” You ask, tilting the watering can over, thoroughly watering it in.

“Try what?”

You hold out your hand, requesting hers in return. Obeying, she offers up her gloved hand. You absentmindedly smile, gently pulling at the fingertips of the glove so you can slide it off, laying it off to the side.

You push her palm down into the soil, laying both of yours on top. That familiar warmth travels from your chest and down your arms to your fingers. Larissa gasps as she feels the energy travel through her hand, down into the soil. In return, the sapling began to shift, its roots taking hold and the branches began to spread and its trunk expanding.

You held Larissa there until the few inch sapling grew to nearly four feet tall, not wanting it too big.

“Beautiful.” Larissa whispered still mesmerized by the sight of the tree in front of her.

You turn your head to make eye contact, once again mesmerized by Weems beauty, “Yes, beautiful…”

In an instant you collided with one another, Larissa couldn’t help herself any longer. Her gloved hand and dirt covered hand pressed to the sides of your face as she covered your lips with hers. You felt desperate for her. Her strong arms had you swept up in an instant. Her dirty hand remained on your face, while the other guided you into her lap. You were happy to oblige.

Now straddling her lap, the intensity of the kiss built. Your mouth opened at the probing of her tongue, your own arms wrapping around Larissa’s neck. She caught your lip between her teeth causing you to let out a soft moan before diving back in.

You continued like this, making out until you finally pulled away, her lips seemed to chase yours for a moment until she realized you needed a breather. Larissa stifled a laugh, brushing your face with her gloved hand to remove the muddy smudge that now graced your cheek, “This seems to be a trend between you and I.”

Link to Chapter 7

#larissa weems #larissa weems x oc #wednesday netflix #stately sequoia #fanfic #gwendoline christie

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miamarie1960 · 7 months

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Gotham is going to the ship!

What an epic semifinal! Maybe not the most well played game ever but the drama was unbeatable.

Gotham’s defense was incredible and Stengel’s goal sensational! I’m sure that Thorn fans are thinking it was unfair but I don’t think it was. For once it was Gotham that took care of their chances, or chance!

I’m not going to be ashamed of crying when it was over! Because it was kind of beautiful and meaningful to watch every single player wanting to hug Ali after the game! It was important to her but I actually think it was more important for all the others.

“I know, firsthand, that soccer brings people together - all it takes is a ball and a few people, and the seeds of friendship are planted.” (Ali Krieger)

#ali krieger #gotham fc #nwsl championship #the beautiful game

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crimsonlyinglilly · 1 month

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Day 11 Can’t Sleep

Working on catching up on whumpril, so here's day 11.

Back to Mother's son, and the aftermath of Dahlia claiming her son.

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Freya can’t sleep, Dahlia left her days ago. Freya thought the only time she would was to claim another first born but it was too soon for that, wasn’t it?

Her Finn would be Fourteen now, baby Elijah, nine, so what had caused her interest enough to drag them across the ocean and leave Freya behind.

When Dahlia returns, she has a child with her, one old enough to be her siblings.

She knows it’s Elijah before the boy looks up and she hates the fact she understands that lost look in his eyes too well, hates the fact it’s there at all, her siblings should be safe.

It explains the sudden powerful addition to the link she had felt the night before now not why it was so out of control until Dahlia had taken hold of all their power and smothered it, her little brother hadn’t felt that powerful before he was born and at nine he should have control of it.

Elijah would have been mother’s third child so why did the power feel like a first born, why had Dahlia claimed him.

“Freya. My son.” Dahlia smiles as she introduces them, her hand on his shoulder, Freya looks between them, while yes they did look concerningly similar, but Freya remembers singing to mother’s stomach and Elijah within.

Dahlia looks all too pleased when she explains, her hand never letting Elijah go and her brother, he would always be her brother, nothing either Dahlia or Esther did would change that, stays still under it.

She doesn’t let herself wonder if he had already felt Dahlia’s anger, how far were her family from here, how long has it been since Dahlia stole him, who was there when she had taken him. Had her brother watched as mother stood by and let him be taken too?

“My poor foolish sister attempted to trade her unborn child for you.” Dahlia tells her, leading the boy closer to her, “this, Elijah is the girl they wanted to trade you for.”

Freya learns as she makes sense of the words that she can hate mother more than she thought, the least Esther could have done was to protect her remaining children the ones she hadn’t stole to slavery instead she offered another, as if the problem was who was taken and not that any of them was taken at all.

And even as she bites back the anger she knows that Dahlia is trying to plant seeds of resentment between them, get Elijah to blame her for what their mother had done so they can be a loney and resentful as her but instead Elijah brightens, smiling at her with true warmth in his eyes.

It’s been so long since someone had looked at her like that with love instead of faint fondness that always vanished when Dahlia remembered how Freya came to be with her.

“Finn told me about you not a lot but-” Elijah starts but never finishes as she throws herself forward and pulls her little brother into her arms away from Dahlia’s grip, cutting him off.

“I so very much wanted to meet you.” she says into his hair, blink back the heat from her eyes and hugs tighter when she feels his arms move around her, ignoring Dahlia’s cold look as the anger she had hoped to inspire failed to appear.

She hated them both, mother and Dahlia, but Elijah was her brother no matter what and she wasn’t letting him go.

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Finn can’t sleep in the aftermath of his nightmare coming back and stealing Elijah, of failing his brother, on past nights when sleep would come he used to watch Elijah sleep, count his breaths until sleep finally found him.

Once on the ship as they travelled over here, to a new start, he had held Elijah and when the small babe had stopped breathing in his sleep he had woken him up, afterward when they settled Finn had taken to watching her most nights, it was his small way of being a brother, he couldn’t face the child that Elijah grew into with his nightmare’s dark hair and look but during the night he had kept watch to make sure his brother kept breathing.

He couldn’t now Elijah was gone.

Would never see his brother breathe again.

When Klaus had demanded they follow her to find her to get Elijah back, refused to give it up the way Finn had, Mother had explained the horrible truth, that Dahlia had likely killed Elijah not long after she had taken him, that was likely what she had done to Freya years ago, to take their magic.

Still knowing that mother had used Finn to cast that stupid spell years ago, Freya was mother’s fault but Elijah was just as much Finn as Esther’s, he wasn’t sure he could forgive her for that, he wasn’t a child this time.

Father would return and mother would explain that Elijah had been killed by a wild animal, Finn knew he would end up dealing with father’s anger, no matter what mother promised, for failing to protect his brother but he would take it, he deserved it.

So Finn doesn’t sleep, it’s not to avoid nightmares, after all his nightmare is real.

She’s wandering the earth with his siblings' blood on her hands and Finn helped her.

—-

Elijah can't sleep, as he curls under the blanket, sharing the bed with Freya, sometimes Da- mother insists he shares her bed but he knows that just to hurt Freya and during those night’s he normally spelled asleep, since the first night she had asked and she noticed the way he had frozen, too scared to touch her by accident in his sleep.

Finn used to complain, and upsetting his brother was fine, upsetting d-mother wasn’t, he remembered the way Finn had screamed when she came for him, the way Freya watches her for any sudden mood changes the same way he had been learning to watch father.

He misses mo- he winces before he can finished the thought and corrects it to Auntie Esther, even when he knows she the reason he was taken, that she hadn’t wanted him as a child but more importantly he misses Niklaus, Kol, baby Rebakah and even Finn, he wonders if his younger siblings had forgotten him yet.

It was likely that Kol and Rebekah would never know him but Klaus was the same age Finn was when Freya was taken, he’d remember him.

But he wonders if that’s worst, Finn was always sad when Elijah had managed to get stories of Freya from him, he wouldn’t want Klaus to hurt everytime he remembered him

—-

Klaus can’t sleep, every time he tries, he sees ‘Lijah walking away with the bad woman, to save them, him and Finn. Klaus didn’t understand a lot of what was said by the bad woman, but she had scared Finn and Lijah and then hurt Finn, made him scream and cry.

And Lijah had left with her, had been taken away.

Mama said they couldn’t go to save Lijah, that the bad woman had already killed him, taken him away forever like she had the oldest sibling that Klaus hadn’t known about.

She had made him swear not to tell father, that it was a special secret between them, Klaus didn’t want to, maybe if father had known he could have hunted the bad woman down before she came for Lijah but father scared him so he had agreed.

Father had shouted and screamed, when he returned and mama told him Eliah had been taken by a beast, Klaus had seen him hit Finn when Mama wasn’t looking. Klaus hadn’t said anything he was still mad at Finn for not saving Lijah, he was bigger, it was his job but seeing that had ended any idea of telling father the truth.

So Mama and Father, and Finn seemed to want to forget about ‘Lijah like that had their oldest sister who Klaus had learned was named Freya.

He wasn’t going to let that happen, he was going to make sure Kol and Bekah knew all about Lijah and when he was much bigger he was going to hunt down the bad woman, hurt her for taking his Lijah.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday11 #can't sleep #fanfiction #the originals #tvd fanfiction #fic #the originals au #freya mikaelson #dahlia to #finn mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #AU- Mother's son #elijah and dahlia

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We Will See Each Other Again Right?

Context: In the BATB timeline, Beep-O and his sister Jeanie, along with Spawny are going to France. The Princess, Mario Brothers, and Rabbids are going to miss them.

Warnings: Fluff, my bad grammar, a bit some ships

A/n: Feels good to write again! This is also for fun!

Enjoy Reading~!<3

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A beautiful day in the Mushroom Kingdom!The Village is loud and cheery as always, Princess Peach was married to Mario which now makes him King..! And Beep-O and Jeanie leaving the Kingdom-

Wait… LEAVING?!

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….

Beep-O was putting his stuff in the cart, Jeanie in front of the driver’s seat. Spawny checking if they have everything. And the Sparks.. Helping Beep-O to pack up.

“Do you really have to go..?” Lu sadly ask.

“I’m afraid so Lu.. But don't worry we can still write letters to each other!!” said Beep-O trying to cheer up his friend. “It won’t be the same..” Lu pouted.

Mari was carrying a very heavy box, he used all his strength and put it in the cart. “oOF! What's in that box?!” Mari wheezed. “Jeanie’s invention,” Beep-O answered.

“That’s everything Mr.Dad!!” said Spawny. “Great!! Then we should ready up and go..! But first, where’s the others?” Beep-O wondered. “Princess Peach and Mario are busy with Kingdom duties, Yoshi and Yosh taking care of the children, and the gals…” Mari huffed. “What I heard, Peaches is busy with something..”

“Oh..” Beep-O nodded.

“Well since it's going to take them a while to come..! Let's check if we have everything okay?” Jeanie suggested. All of the males nodded their heads.

“Blankets?”

“Check!!”

“Clothing?”

“Check!!”

“Food and Water?”

“Check and Check!” said Spawny. Jeanie raises her eyebrow(?). “Check for food and check for water!” Spawny corrected. (Can anyone guess the reference, I put there?)

“Power-ups..?”

“…”

Beep-O and Spawny look at each other. ‘Did you..?’ Beep-O whispered to the little Rabbid. ‘I’m the child!! I thought it was the adult's job?!’ Spawny whispered back. Jeanie shook her head. “Really you two..? Not even the wonder seeds?”

“We have the wonder seeds-!”

“WAIT/HOLD UP!!!” someone shouted.

All of them turned their heads around seeing the gang running towards them!!-

Yoshi was running the fastest, having his counterpart Yosh on his back. “Be careful Yoshi!!”

Yoshi is about to respond back but trips on a stone. He tumbles down the hill along with Yosh. “Owwww!!!” Yoshi whined hitting his head on the rock that crashed his tumbling. “That was fun!! Let's do it again!!” Yosh pipped up. “No!!” Yoshi hissed standing up slowly. Beep-O and Lu rushing in. “Omg!!? Are you okay?! Yoshi be careful!! This is why you don't run-”

Yoshi nods his head. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled, having a little water tear in his left eye. “Ohhh Yoshi..” cooed Beep-O hugging him. Lu helping Yosh up, seeing his friends walking over to them. “Oh, Yoshi!!!? Are you okay?!” Luigi asks concerned for his green dinosaur friend. “I’m fine, Mama Luigi!!” Yoshi replied, showing a little smile. Luigi smiles back. Beep-O let go letting Yoshi to stand back up.

Jeanie carrying Spawny walked over to them. “We're going to miss all of you..” she said. Spawny nods in agreement. “Do you really have to go? We need you here!!” Lu asks again his ears going droopy. “Lu sweetie, Jeanie, and Beep-O need to go over there to help Jeanie’s invention..” Peach exclaimed putting her hand on his shoulder. “And to help people with her invention, like she helped us..” Mario added looking down at Lu. Mario looks up to his friends. “You will visit us when you have time right..?”

“Of course we will!!” said both of the siblings.

“Before you three go.. I have something for you guys..” said Peaches carrying three gifts. “Peaches.. You don’t have to..” said Beep-O.

“But I want to.” said Peaches. “This is for you guys to remember all of us..”

Peaches handed Beep-O a brown satchel/bag. Have star patterns on the straps and pins that represent each of their friends. M letter represents Mario, L represents Luigi, a golden crown represents Princess Peach, a green swirl mixed with purple represents Lu, a banjo pin represents Mari, a pink rose represents Peaches, a Yoshi egg represents Yoshi, and last but not least a green rubber duckie represent Yosh.

Jeanie receives a blue ribbon to put around her neck(?). Blue Ribbon with gold star pattern.

Spawny received a Spark Plushy, the same as Rosa had. There was a tag on the Spark’s little flipper.

It Reads: “To my dear bookworm friend, I will miss you and let the stars always guide you..” -R. Rosa

Spawny hugs the plush tightly.

Beep-O, Jeanie, and Spawny gave Peaches a big hug and said their thank you.

Mario handed them a power-up pouch bag.

Luigi handing them power-ups to take.

Yoshi and Yosh give them fruits.

Peach, Mari, and Lu give them goodbye cards.

Beep-O was about to cry. Jeanie put everything in the cart and wore the blue ribbon that Peaches gifted her. “Beep-O are you ready..?” Jeanie asks her brother. Beep-O broke down in tears. “I’M GOING TO MISS YOU ALL!!!” he cried out. Peaches was the first one to give her friend a hug, along with Jeanie, and the others.

Beep-O, Jeanie, and Spawny feeling the hug. They will miss their friends, but they will always have them with them. Not physically but they can feel their presence in their hearts…

The gang let go and watched the three go to their wagon.

“Goodbye everyone!!!”

“We will miss you!!”

“Don’t worry!! I will send you guys postcards!!”

“Bye guys!!!”

“Don’t forget us!!”

“Make sure to write back!!”

“Be safe on your journey!!”

All of them wave their goodbyes. Mario and the gang see their friends leaving. One day, they will meet again. Maybe Beep-O and Jeanie will talk about their adventures! By our goddess Rosalina.. We wish you to be safe…

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Will meet again- don’t know where- don't know whennnnn- Oh I know will meet again some other daaaaasaayyyy!!!-

That was fun writing this! Stay Tune for more~!<3

#m+rsoh #beep-o #mario rabbids #rabbid mario #rabbid peach #jeanie #beauty and the beast au #mario and luigi #princess peach #Yoshi and Yosh #rabbid spawny #fanfic #m+rkb fanfic

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18, 19, 25 for Holland please! - Pink

@pinkcupboardwitch here you are, under a cut because I cannot stop talking and some of these became mini fics ;)

18. How do you think they were as a kid?

Constrained and _desperately curious. He can't talk and draw attention to himself in public once his eye turns, because there's only Alox to defend him. He gains this reputation for surliness, but an utter bubbling well of observations as soon as they walk in their door. "I think those were kittens, real _kittens under the food stall. And did you see the fruit? Was that real blueberries Alox did someone really get blueberry seeds from somewhere and make them grow do you remember when Mama said they were sweet, back when there was more spring and she and Papa could get them?"

Just fundamentally the world is wondrous let me clasp every bit of it in my tiny hands— the times, later, when Athos is almost bearable are when he needs a second pair of hands skilled in magic to experiment on something and he's too busy being curious to get in Holland's space and there's a moment when they both get caught up in _oh, magic. the world. what have you can _actually do that _how _astonishing hours spent with magic or the city, alone, with Athos, with someone else, are rare desperately hoarded joys.

But even as a kid, he's _so very sensitive to other people's annoyance: "Sometimes we don't want to see the fucking rainbows when there's no _roof Holland." Goes quiet at the tiniest sign of disinterest or boredom from his conversation partner. If he loved Talya and Vor for _nothing _else he adores them because they're both fundamentally _good with people, and even if they're bored (they're not he's eighteen and twenty-eight respectively and it's fucking endearing how _curious and prone to delight over the slightest thing when he feels safe to emote, he still is, in this world of all places. Vor's family talked about a magpie, all fierce and hoarding and that's Holland to a tee; Talya agrees, even if she doesn't have the words.)

He's very emotionally restrained. When their mother stops coming home, Alox slams doors, shouts, curses, red-eyed and desperate. Holl is so quiet it eventually catches Alox's attention. He's only six brats should cry Alox is twelve and he's crying. But when he goes over, Holland says: "She never comes when you cry. Don't like-" and he rubs his temples and down the bridge of his nose, which Alox guesses means a pounding head and snot everywhere.

When he's happy about something, it's beautiful. The way he laughs or smiles so it fills his entire face or throws himself in a desperate tangle of limbs to hug Alox so tightly over those inherited books Alox can barely breathe. He hugs like that too when Alox has been away on business, as though if he pulls him tight enough against his tiny chest, he can shield him from all the outside dangers even though it's _Alox's fucking job that's his baby brother it makes something twist and break in Alox's chest, the way he wants to protect _everyone.

Like the fucking meat. The day after Alox takes him to his first Kosik execution, there's more meat than usual in the stalls, and it's _cheap. Holland is silent as Alox buys them two large skewers, but when they arrive home, he shakes his head and there's something _hard in that face Alox doesn't think he could move with coaxing or shouting or even a hard shake to snap his brother back to knowing this is the world they live in and you do what you do to sleep full for once.

"Aren't you sick of bloody beets?" he asks just to try. "I am."

"No."

"Have it your way. More for me then."

And Holland turns away, refusing to look until Alox loudly starts shuffling blankets to tell his fool brother it's all gone and Holland scrambles to press close against his back.

(The rare times he cries as an adult, it's at the loss of some moral tether like that—being _so hungry he eats the meat etc. rather than anything physical or even emotional.)

19. The most random ship you've seen with them?

I am going to shamelessly abuse this question to talk about two fics I adore with relationships not so much random as that I would never have sought on my own.

The first is the magnificent @bluecichlid 's Nothing Alike. Through a confluence of circumstances, Holland ends up getting pulled into a mystery plot during the Vortalis years to save Kell's immensely foolish adolescent hide. I _adore this fic to _pieces for a million reasons; Holland's love for Makt; the hints of Holland Vor friendship; that the injustice Arnes perpetrated is never forgotten even as Holland is forced to work with Arnesians; the Holland pov! which is marvelously _judgy and _side-splittingly funny. But for the purposes of this question. There is this friendship between Holland and the captain of the Arnesian guards, sparked off by this exchange:

Isra cleared her throat. “I understood you were here for a purpose, not just to gawk?”

Holland looked at her in surprise, and then something approaching pleasure. He had not expected to find a worthy adversary here.

“Nice cuffs,” he said, nodding to the set hanging from her belt. The runes carved into them matched that of the sword at her side. Magic dampening . “Are those for me? I like the designs. Good spellwork.”

They continue to frigidly snark at each other, but beneath it, they're both trying very. very hard to be good people and they can't help but notice that beneath all their differences, they have a remarkably similar moral compass.

You have to understand: I'm ordinarily a very "Holland is focused on Makt" human; him finding commonality with Arnes is just. not my usual readerly jam. But these two, as the fic unfolds? I can't explain it without massive spoilers, but *clutches the bond they form* Best unlikely brotp of this fucking fandom.

The second: of all the Holland ships, Kell/Holland--platonic or romantic--is probably the one I seek out least; it goes back to that whole: empathy with Arnes not _usually my jam. But! _fuck there are certain verses where I'm just *swooning in a heap*

There's this one fic!!!! involving Holland and Kell writing epistolary poetry where I tore through the entire rest of the drabble collection like a raccoon in a trashbin whispering "But no! no you can't *leave it there* we need the five plus one where they keep missing one another and then they don't and they _kiss." because in the context of this *particular* verse! the empathy and connection is _so _intense I just shake with awe over the portrayal. Also, FUCK the poetry is so GOOD!

Honorable mention has to go to another of the author's fics, which does the best job I've ever seen showing Kell and Holland finding common ground without _ever forgetting that one is Arnesian and the other Maktahn.

[To the several mutuals with an interest: no, I have not started either the longfic of hers or SKGY saving for when I'm in the right immensely angsty mood but GOD her drabbles are _sublime].

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc? That final confrontation with Kell in ADSOM. Let me preface this by saying I absolutely believe Holland had mild to severe suicidal ideation most of his life (he bleeds pointlessly into a river do I need to say more here?) made substantially worse by the Danes. But look at how _calculating he is all the other times he actively plans to die. The execution: meant to lure Osaron in. Using the Inheritor: meant to do something for someone he is coming to feel some kind of way about, whether it's merely a debt of obligation for the river rescue, or an apology because he didn't know the collar would kill Rhy too, or a genuine desire for some kind of interpersonal relationship doesn't matter: he feels a bond for Kell and so grants him the mercy of not killing Rhy. Going back to White: meant to reawaken his world.

Now, I know all those moments are post Athos's death, but for a dude who talks so much about how he wants to die, when Osaron gives him that choice, his mind _immediately goes back to the person he once was and how he'd wanted to save his world. Which makes me think that was never as deeply buried an ambition as he says. And there's a major difference between feeling like a coward because you "want it to be over" more than anything (perfectly normal feeling, in my very humble opinion when consistently tortured by the Danes for seven fucking years anyone's overriding desire would be to see an _end) and actively planning to die.

What does that bar achieve (other than giving Schwab a body so Kell doesn't have to go into Black?) It doesn't save his world. It doesn't even fulfill the desire he says all feeling had been "distilled: to see Astrid and Athos Dane suffer." I'm very open to being convinced I'm wrong, but from where I sit? All his character motivations fall apart in favor of plot.

ETa: thank you to the brilliant Butterfly whose points in tags made me realize I wasn't clarifying a very necessary canon fact to understand my salt. "Keeps fighting" later in this little brainchild is because Holland _knows from earlier in the book when Lila bashed his head in with a metal bar there are two ways toget out of this fight; he can let Kell kill him, or be unconscious. Thinking long-term, there's a way to take himself off the board long enough to let Kell get to the Danes and not _die. If it weren't for the fact we know! unconsciousness is an antidote to the Soul Seal--and so does Kell *grumbles*, then wht Holland does would make all the sense in the *world*

You wanted to talk about Holland's vengeance: let's talk about Holland ending up in Black London without being ooc.

He keeps fighting Kell until Kell, desperate to get too White and knowing he can't win tries a half-mad trick. Slams the Stone against Holland's chest and demands the Seal _cease. Holland says the Seal can only be ended by death, but Kell knows a secret he doesn't: Vitari is powerful enough to quite literally resurrect people; it defies the rules of magic. Kell's will alone could never overpower Athos, but Vitari? Pure, chaotic magic drawn to Antari? A very different story.

(The effort swamps Kell's veins in black and he might have ceased to exist beyond Vitari's vessel had Holland not broken the fingers Kell clutched around it even as he trembled with something that might emerge as laughter or tears or both if there were only time. "Athos will have woken Astrid when the Seal shattered."

"M-maybe he's dead," Kell murmurs and Holland heals Kell's hand between the laughter he can't keep back at such nonsense.

"You can't be that naive. Astrid is yours and Delilah's. Maybe with both of you, one will survive. Athos is mine. We attack together."

Later, life blood coating the courtyard beneath him—because if Athos was to suffer the indignity of _dying at the hands of his _pet, he was bringing Holland along—he swears an oath: to walk into Black with Vitari and die, so long as Kell gives his vow that when his brother is king, they will open the doors for his world. Little as he trusts Arnesians—or Kell's vow on their shared Antariness, what other way is there, with Astrid's plan destroyed? Until Osaron promises that he need only rely on his strength, resolve, and willingness to be bound again.

#gaaaaaah you are all sending such fabulous ones they're such a marvelous break from the mad semester #letting myself do one a day because I do have life more's the pity but they will all get answered!#Holland Vosijk #Shades of Magic

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