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irenicstars · 2 months

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pairing : sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis : twelve years after the first war had come to a close, an ex lover shows up at your door, bloody & in need of your help. not knowing what else to do, you agree to help him. but only for tonight. after that, you’ll go back to being strangers.

a/n : WOO my first post on this account ! i apologize for this plot line being a bit complex. it's also considerably difficult for me to explain, so i hope it's not too confusing for you guys

wc : 7k

You live in a small apartment. It's decorated very cozily and never fails to make you feel at home despite its lack in size. You live alone with your cat, Luna. In all, you live a quiet life, one with very few friends and little action. Sometimes you think it's pathetic. But when if it were to down to it, you know you wouldn't trade it for the world.

After all, a peaceful life is what you deserve. Especially considering how you spent your teenage years fighting in a war, losing all of your friends one by one. At the time, you hardly understood any of it. All you knew was that Voldemort needed to be stopped, and you wanted to help fight or that cause. So you did. But your friends would end up paying the price with their lives.

You shake your head, ridding your mind of the distasteful memories. It's been twelve years since then, but you still can't get over it all. Some nights you wake up in a cold sweat, blaming yourself for it all.

Luna nudges you with her body, rubbing against your calf with a gentle purr. You smile at her, crouching down to the floor to pick her up. You hold her close to your chest and run your hands down her spine with delicacy.

Before your train of thought was interrupted by horrid memories, you had been cooking yourself a serving of pasta.

You set Luna down on the counter and turn your attention back to the pot on your stove. The water is now boiling, ready for the noodles to be added. You reach into the cabinet above the sink, pulling the box out of your cupboard. However, just as you begin to rip the seal, there's a frantic knock at your door.

See, your next-door neighbor has three kids. They vary in age and you adore them all, feeling the need to show them affection to make up for their absent father. Their mom tries her best, but she's working all the time, and the children miss her constantly. Due to the lack of attention they receive, the three kids have developed a thirst for chaos. They like to knock on your door, then run away before you see them. You always know who it is, but don't have the heart to tell their mom or yell at them. They're just kids having fun, what's the harm? Plus, your friend group used to play the same exact kinds of pranks back when you were in school.

Crossing the kitchen, you take the box of pasta with you, not thinking that this altercation would last very long. You assumed you'd open the door to make the kids giggle, shake your head disapprovingly, then retreat back into your apartment. It would make them happy, and you weren't busy anyway.

However, when you open the door, you realize your assumption had been horribly incorrect. The hallway isn't empty. There aren't any children hiding behind the corner. Instead, a heavily fatigued man leans against your doorframe.

He's pushing all of his body weight into the wood, seeming to have very little strength left. You glance down at his torso and quickly recognize the issue. He's very badly injured. Both of his hands are pressed against his stomach — just below his ribcage. Trails of blood are seeping through his fingers, staining his skin with crimson.

The sight causes you to drop the box of pasta. It hits the floor with a clatter, uncooked noodles spread across the shiny wood flooring. But it's not the gore that shocks you, it's the person who bores it.

You recognize the man immediately, allowing a frown to settle on your face. You cross your arms over your chest to appear defiant. But in reality, you're not defiant at all. You're only crossing them to hide the fact that your hands are trembling.

Sirius Black is supposed to be in Azkaban. He's supposed to be paying for the deaths of your guys's shared best friends. But right now, all of that pent of rage and pain that you've kept stored for so many years? It's all vanished within the blink of an eye. The only emotion you feel at the moment is pity.

"I'm sorry." He mutters weakly, with a hoarse voice paired with labored breathing. "I know ya prob'ly hate me right now, and you've ev'ry reason to. But I... there wasn't-"

Sirius normally speaks with such elegance, but now his words are slurring together pathetically. His voice is usually thick and deep, but now it’s hoarse and wavering. Despite having known him for the majority of your life, you hardly recognizes the man in front of you

“Don’t apologize, Sirius.” You tell him, trying your absolute hardest to keep your voice from shaking as well.

You uncross your arms and step forward to help him into your apartment. You let him use your body as a crutch as the two of you slowly make your way to the bathroom. He stumbles around with a limp to his step, making it hard to get anywhere. But you don't complain. You don't make any noise of disapproval as you struggle to open the bathroom door.

You sit him down on the closed toilet seat, cautiously removing yourself from under him. When he's successfully sitting on his down, Sirius tips his head back as an expression on pain takes hold of his features. You ignore this, distracting yourself by turning on the faucet to the tub, making sure the water doesn't run too hot or too cold. As the tub slowly fills with water, you turn back to face him.

“Here,” you gently move to take off his shirt. He does nothing to stop you, still in too much pain to even register what’s really going on. You slip it over his head, forcing him to let go of the wound for a moment. When he does, you catches sight of the damage and instantly regret doing so. It’s awful. A deep slash across his gut, right under the bones of his ribs. You could hardly see where the cut was through all the blood, but you could tell it was deep.

You're usually fine with blood. You never feel queasy or get sick, like the way you are now. But the fact that Sirius is the one bleeding is what makes this situation so much more unbearable.

You want to help him. You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to tell him that everything will be okay. But at the same time, you don't. At the same time, you want to leave him in the hall to bleed out. You want to slam to the door in his face. You want to scream and shout and cry. As you take his shirt off, you remind yourself. This is what he deserves.

You're the only one who knows that he didn't kill Lily and James. So, that's not why you're angry. If you believed he was the traitor, there's no way you would have let him enjoy the bliss of Azkaban. You would have killed him with your bare hands. But you didn't, because you know the truth. You know it was Peter.

The reason you're so pissed at Sirius is because he had the audacity to show up at your doorstep after so long.

When he was falsely arrested, you clung to him as though he were going to disintegrate in your hands. You kissed him more passionately than you'd ever kissed him. You screamed and fought, telling him to take veritaserum, but he refused. He had the nerve to tell you it'd be okay.

While you were busy fighting to save his life, Sirius was still in so much shock that nothing even mattered to him. You needed him more than ever. You'd just lost your two best friends. And yet. Sirius stared down at you with a blank expression, pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to get locked up for twelve years. He left you all alone, fending for yourself. Simply because he saw his own grief as more important than yours.

So, while he was away, you started over. You moved a few towns over, bought yourself an apartment, adopted a kitten, got a decent job, and tried your hardest to ignore the amount of betrayal you'd just recently suffered.

You would often find yourself thinking of Sirius, locked up. And it hurt so much more knowing he was innocent.

"You're a bloody mess, Black." You tell him as the shirt discarded, thrown onto the bathroom floor in a heap of grime and blood. Sirius just smirks at you, his eyelids growing heavy with bloodloss.

"Bloody." He murmurs with an airy chuckle, shaking his chest. But he quickly stops laughing, seeming to be in too much pain to move very much of his torso. "Literally bloody. Get it?"

You shake your head, "of course I get it, dumbass."

He lets out a heavy exhale, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

As soon as the shirt was removed, Sirius had put his hand right back on the wound as soon as possible. He continues to press hard, trying to keep the gash closed. But you can see that the longer he sits here, and the more blood he looses, the weaker his grip is getting.

You ignore his pervious joke, knowing he had only made it out of deliriousness. You crouch down in front of your sink, opening the cabinet to search for your first aid kit. When you finally find it behind a few cleaning bottles, you knock over a ton of shit while pulling it out in a rush. Sirius is getting worse by the second. You don't have time to question your priorities. You need to hurry if you want to keep him alive — which you honestly still aren't too sure about. You like to hold a grudge.

"G'nna fix me up all nice 'n pretty, are ya?" He whispers, his voice too weak to be spoken very loudly. He watches you pull medicine and gauze out of the kit. "Trust ya more than anyone else in my life, Y/n. Or else I wouldn't've come 'ere."

You don't bother to even glance up at him as you continue to gather supplies. You try not to focus on what he's saying.

He's delirious, you think to yourself in a harsh tone of reminder, it's just the blood loss. And he will die from it if you don't fucking hurry.

Now with everything you needs in your hands, you turn to him. He’s still staring at you intently, seeming to watch and analyze every single move you make. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, but you ignore it, burying the uneasiness under your determination to help him.

Before you have time to begin working on his side, you notice that the tub is now almost full. You quickly shut it off, knowing you need to at least close the wound before he can take a bath. The amount of dried blood on him is truly repulsing. He’ll need to be scrubbed.

Now with the faucet shut off, you pour a bit of medicine into a cotton pad, not giving warning before you remove his hands from the injury and press the pad to the open wound. Sirius's face twists up, suddenly feeling much more awake than he was before — which was your intention with her lack of warning.

He grunts out a string of curse words, teeth clenched tightly together. You don't say anything as you continue to clean the wound, working quickly and effectively. Sirius is no longer watching you. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut from the pain.

"Talk to me." He says out of nowhere. You still don't look at him, too focused on the fact that he's literally dying on your toilet. "Please, Y/nnie. It'll take my attention away fr'm the pain."

"Fine." You reply with a defeated sigh, still not looking away from his wound. "What do you want e to talk about? There's not much to say."

"It's been twelve years. Find s'mthing." He says, causing you to roll your eyes at his demanding tone of authority. It's rich coming from someone whose life is in your hands right now. Quite literally, might you add.

"Honestly, I have no idea what to say." You begin with a monotone voice. "My life has been incredibly boring and uneventful lately – not that I’m complaining. I mean, I love having my own apartment away from everyone and everything else. It’s lonely sometimes, sure. But that comes with growing up, y’know? Even if I didn’t decide to move away after the war, I’d still have been alone eventually. That’s just life.” You say, your fingers working carefully as you pull the skin together to press a bandage on top. “Before you showed up, I was making pasta. The pot is probably boiling over right now, but I’ll worry about that later. Hopefully, it won't start a fire. Ugh. I just hope Luna is out of the kitchen – that’s my cat, by the way. She’s only a year old. I love her to death, but god, is she stupid at times."

You continue to ramble on and on, pressing a layer of bandages to his side. They'll need to be replaced after the bath, but they'll do for now. Oh, this would be so much easier if they could just go to the hospital like normal people. But then the doctors would ask too many questions. Plus, Sirius is still a wanted man in the wizarding world.

As you speak, Sirius slowly becomes more and more awake. He's looking more like himself, watching you with gentle eyes. You're not stupid though. This is most likely only because you're his only distraction from the biting pain in his side. I mean, who wouldn't look at you like you're a goddess when you just saved his life. Well. Let's not get ahead. Sirius isn't saved yet.

"Did you seriously leave the stove on?" Sirius asks. His voice is still slurred, but he's sounding less like a dying cancer patient and more like the man you fell in love with. "With a boilin' pot of water 'n top?"

"Is that the only thing you took away from my entire speech?" You ask him with a laugh, adding one last bandage to his side.

"Yeah, pr'tty much." He answers matter of factly. "The only thin' that matters to me is your stupidity. Ya should know this by now."

"What about the fact that I have a child?" You ask, raising an eye brow as you stand up from the floor. As you say this, Sirius's entire face drops. His teasing, exhausted eyes turn pained and scared. His clenched jaw slacks just barely.

"You have a kid?" He asks, breathlessly.

"Yeah?" You say, wondering why it's such a big deal to him. "Luna. She's my cat, I told you. Geez, you really don't listen to me."

Sirius's shoulders instantly relax when you say this. And it clicks in your head quickly. He had thought you had an actual child. A baby. He was scared that you'd moved on without him. That you forgot about him completely. Suddenly, the terrified expression that he had is no longer funny. It makes your stomach twist, knowing you had unintentionally caused that much dismay to him.

Trying your hardest to ignore the previous misunderstanding, you straighten your back and gesture to the tub. "Ready for your bath, Black?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to watch me get naked?"

"Don't make it weird." You say with an eye roll. "First of all, I don't think you can get naked without my help at the moment. Second, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Sirius shrugs, "fair enough."

He tries to stand up from the toilet seat, but fails miserably. His knees buckle under his weight, bringing him to the floor with a heavy thud. You manage to slow his fall, holding him under the arms, but it doesn't completely stop him from hitting the ground. He fell flat on his butt, thanks to you. If you hadn't caught him in time, his head may have split open on the side of the tub. Sirius sits up and sighs. He supports himself against the tub, leaning his back against it in exhaustion.

The look on his face brings a pain to your chest, making everything in your begin to hurt. You hate seeing him like this. He's not the same person he was a decade ago. He is a grown man, not a teenager anymore. But you have to keep reminding yourself that so are you. You're both in your thirties by now, growing into your bodies with ease — some more than others.

"I can't fucking do anything anymore." Sirius complains, holding his face in his hands. The blood from his palms get on his cheeks, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd clearly faced much worse in Azkaban.

"Let's just work on getting you in the bath." You tell him softly, pulling his hands away from his face to give him a warm smile. "After that, you can tell me everything that I've missed from your life. Or — if you would prefer — you can tell me nothing at all. I'll try my hardest to respect your decision either way."

It seems to take a lot out of him, but Sirius manages a nod. He agrees to tell you all the things you missed, but admits that it'll be hard for him. So he asks if he can leave out some difficult details. You agree.

Sirius stays completely silent as you undress him.

He can't even stand up, so you have to do most of the work. You lift his feel to slide his shoes off, you undo his belt, you do nearly everything while he sits there uselessly. And the fact that he's unable to help you is killing him more than the fatal wound in his side.

When he's ready, you hike him upward and the two of you manage to get him into to the bath. Sirius tries his hardest to stand up again, but it's to no avail. He slipped again, but this time you were both ready for it. And in the end, he got into the tub with little to no issue. You're going to have to dry the water off the floor that splashed out, but other than that? He's doing fairly well already.

"The water is perfect," Sirius mutters, "thank you."

A smile tugs at your lips. Even when you guys had been dating, words of thanks were rare to impossible to receive. Truth is, most of your guys's relationship was based off of the banter and tension between you two. Not much of it was spent the way couples spend their time in books.

You guys never went on dates. You never cuddled in the halls. You rarely even cuddled in private. But that was enough for you guys because when it came down to it, you'd die for each other in a heartbeat. And even after all these years, you know you still would. Even now.

"Don't get sappy with me, Black." You tell him pointedly, trying not to show how happy it made you. "It's weird."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply leaning back in the tub. He leans his head against the tiles behind him, his knees poking out of the water — which is now turning to a deep shade of pink. The water pressure is keeping the blood inside of his body for the most part. But the dried blood from his shirt and hands is mingling with the water gorily.

You grab a towel from the hook beside the sink, and place it on the floor. You kick it around a little bit, poorly drying up the spilt water. You decide to leave it on the floor to soak up what you didn't smear.

Then, you sit on the closed toilet seat and watch Sirius from afar. His eyes are closed with contentment, head facing the ceiling, showing off his throat and jawline. But you know he isn't sleeping, due to how he keeps shifting around uncomfortably. If he were to pass out, you don't think you'd be able to avoid a hospital much longer. You'd need to get help, regardless of the consequences.

"Do you think I could leave you by yourself for a few seconds?" You ask him, voice barely above a whisper. You don't want to disturb him, but you really need to check on the stove now that the adrenaline has settled down a tad.

Sirius opens his eyes, "could you leave the door open though?"

"Of course I can." You say, standing up from the toilet with a warm smile. He smiles back, but it still looks incredibly pained. He needs stitches. You need to find your wand.

You exit the bathroom and make sure to prop the door open with one of Luna's toy rats. The doorstop didn't need to be heavy, anyway. Your apartment is so fickle it would probably blow over if a strong enough gust of wind were to blow in its direction. The door is light, the wood very thin.

Reentering the kitchen, you find that the stove had been switched off. You walk over to the pot, curiously. The water is level, and nothing is on fire. It's a good thing, but you're still insanely concerned. Who the fuck turned it off?

You spot your wand on the island. You still use magic quite a ton, despite not being very social in the wizarding community. It just makes life easier, to be honest. Also it's refreshing, reminding you of your childhood at Hogwarts with your friends.

Hearing a sudden noise come from your living room, you snatch your wand, holding it out in front of your body protectively. Whoever was in your house needed to leave. Immediately. If you'd found an intruder inside any other day, you would simply call the police or the apartment lobby to check the cameras. But you had a criminal bleeding out in your bathroom. There was nobody you could call for help.

"Y/n?" A feminine voice calls out from the living room.

You recognize the voice, and instantly toss your wand into the sink to hide it from the woman as she enters the kitchen. It clatters against the dirty dishes, but successfully lands at the bottom of the sink safely.

"I'm sorry for coming over so unexpectedly." The woman tells you, rounding the corner and entering the kitchen with a frown on her face. "I heard someone banging on your door, and I thought it was Rue. So I came out to finally catch her being naughty, when I noticed a streak of blood on your doorframe. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I was worried."

The woman in front of you is your neighbor. The single mom with three kids. One of those kids — the youngest — is little Rue. She's two years old, and follows her elder siblings around like a lost puppy, not knowing what else to do with her life yet.

You give the woman a smile, "it's fine, June. Thank you for checking on me, you're a good friend."

June is a wonderful woman. She's kind, and hadn't got a single bad bone in her dainty little body. She cares for everyone as if they were her own children. Even you, who's a few years older than her. You genuinely do want to thank her sincerely, but you're currently hyperaware of the fact that Sirius is in your bathtub at the moment. He's covered in blood, with the bathroom door wide open. And the idiot is probably too busy enjoying the warm water to realize someone else is in the apartment.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is all that blood from? It's all over your floors, too." June says, tipping her head to the side as she glances around at the bloody floorboards.

You follow her gaze and realize she's right. There are drips of red blood seeming to be randomly placed across the apartment, leading right to the bathroom. But June hasn't noticed that, yet. She's still too overwhelmed by the fact that there's blood on your floor at all.

Your mind runs through all the possible excuses you could give. You could say you're on your period, but that wouldn't explain the bloody handprint on the doorframe. You could say you saved a dying bird on your way home from work, but she knows you've been home for a while considering the fact that she cut off your stove for you. You settle on telling her the truth, leaving out some key details.

"An old friend came to visit, but he's been hurt pretty badly in an accident on the way here." You tell her.

June frowns, "how badly? Why didn't you call the hospital?"

"He doesn't have insurance." You lie. "Plus, he's hardly hurt. It's a small wound, just bleeding a lot. He punctured a vein."

"Oh." June's face turns pale. You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing you only added that last detail because you knew she hated talking about anything blood-related. It all made her feel very sick. "I don't... I, uh- I think I'm gonna go, now. It's Rue's bed time, she needs her mom to tuck her in."

June lets out a few farewells before hurrying out of the apartment quickly. The moment you hear the door shut behind her, you rush to the bathroom to check on Sirius. The door was open the whole time. And just as you'd thought, he was relaxing leisurely though it all.

"An old friend in an accident?" He questions you before you even say anything. His eyes are still closed, but there's now a smirk tugging at his lips. "I have to admit, the insurance excuse was pretty smart."

"You knew she was here and didn't think to close the door?" You interrogate him, still a bit heated up fro the adrenaline of having June so close to finding Sirius. "What if she saw you?"

"So what?" He quirks a brow, opening his eyes to finally face you. "If she's a muggle, it wouldn't have mattered much anyway."

"Of course it would have mattered!" You shout, not out of anger but from the amount of epinephrine surging through you. "Criminal or not, a random guy bleeding out in my apartment isn't a good look!"

"You don't think I look good?" Sirius asks, his expression as vague as a puppy's.

You want to scream at him for joking about this. It's fucking serious, and he's a grown man, he should treat it as such. But instead, he's teasing you and making snarky comments about his appearace while he's literally naked. It's insane. It's intolerable, and annoying, and frustrating, and- and extremely attractive.

"I'm going to go make pasta." You tell him, needing to exit the bathroom as soon as possible. You can already feel your cheeks heating up, but you're going to blame that on the heat of the bathroom from the rub. "I'll leave the door open, and I'll just be in the other room. So just shout my name if you need anything, Black."

"Will do, darlin'. I've missed shouting your name." He says with a wink, making the red tint to your cheeks deepen even further.

You don't say anything else as you swiftly exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen. God, you need to get your emotions under control. Before he showed up, you hadn't acted impulsively like that. Before he showed up, you had nothing to worry about with your neighbors. Before he showed up, you had never lied to June. But now he's strutting back into your life, and he's screwing it all up again.

He abandoned you when he knows you needed him most. He wasn't the only one who had seeing rotting away for twelve years. He wasn't the only one allowed to make decisions about your guys's future.

You guys could have spent all that time together. You could have spent it getting a two person apartment. You could have made new friends together. You could have even had kids by now. Fuck. You could have had a perfect, normal life. But Sirius wanted to act impulsively and childishly. He wanted to ruin not only his own life, but yours as well. It was exhausting.

After tonight, when you're sure he's okay, you'll tell him all of this. You'll make sure that the bastard knows how badly he's hurt you.

"Here," you say. You reenter the bathroom with two plates of spaghetti in each hand. But you almost drop plates when your eyes land on Sirius, pushing himself up with both of his arms. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

You set the plates down on the counter, not bothering to make sure they're sitting in a secure spot. You rush to Sirius's aid, taking him by the arm. He's not even standing up yet, he's only a foot or two above the tub, using only his upper-body strength to hold himself up. His legs are most likely better than they were before, but it's still unwise to act so impulsively. He should have asked for your help instead.

"I don't want to make you feel like a maid." He says, as you gently lower him back into the water — which he isn't very happy about, but you both know that he's in no place to fight or argue with you.

"What are you talking about?" You ask him, sitting down on the floor beside the tub. You remove the drain, allowing the water to exit the tub at a slow but steady pace. If he wants to get out, it'll be much easier to do so without water in the bath. "I don't feel like a maid, Black. You're fatally injured, and I'm helping you out. It's the least I could do."

He scoffs, "you don't owe me anything."

"Excuse me?" You ask. The tone of his voice makes you defensive. He's right, you don't owe him anything, but why is he getting angry about it? The decent thing to do would be to thank you. But of course, he's too good for those kinds of manners. It's unbelievable.

"The last time we talked, I was a complete dick to you." Sirius says, lowering his head to hide his face behind his dripping wet hair. "You didn't deserve that sort of cruelty. The same way I don't deserve this sort of kindness. It's unfair. Unbalanced."

You don't know what to say to that. It sounds like an apology, or at least a version of one — seeing as Sirius is incapable of ever saying what he means without something hidden under the surface of his words. But what could possibly be left unsaid with that? He sounds genuine. His words sound raw.

"Well." You stand up from the floor now that the tub is completely drained of its bloody water. "We can talk more about that over dinner. Right now, you need to focus on what's actually important."

"What's actually important?" Sirius mimics. He raises his head, his hair slipping off his face to reveal a confused expression. "What would that be?"

It's evident that he is still in excruciating pain, and the pathetic bandages you put on him aren't going to last very long. But still, they're managing to keep his bodily fluids inside of his body. Where they belong.

He no longer slurs his words or blinks slowly at you. He can speak normally, and his actions aren't delayed anymore. Noticing this, you let out an enormous sigh of relief. It was awful not knowing if your efforts even paid off. But now, you're at least sure he won't be dying at your hand tonight.

"Getting out of the bathtub." You reply. "After that, we can eat spaghetti for dinner, because it'll help you get a bit of strength back. Then, we can watch a movie while you rest."

A glint of emotion passes behind Sirius's gaze, but he quickly recovers from whatever it had been. He simply nods at you, moving to stand up again. This time, you're here to help him. You sketch one arm over his back to support his weight, to keep him from falling ; the other hand is being used to point him in the right direction, considering the fact that his body seems to only want to lean to the right — the place of his uninjured side.

When he successfully exits the tub, you guide him to the toilet seat to sit for a moment. He obliges, sitting down without question. You leave the bathroom, rushing down the hallway to get him a towel and some clothes that your brother left at your apartment last time he stayed over. Knowing Sirius is incredibly thin from imprisonment, your brother's clothes will most likely swallow him.

When you return, you half expected Sirius to be attempting to stand up again. But he seems to have learned his lesson. He's still sitting on the toilet, his hands pressed to his side as he hunches over slightly. When he notices you in the doorway, he quickly sits up straighter. He almost appears ashamed to have been in pain.

You decide not to draw attention to this, wordlessly handing him the towel and clothes to dress himself. Out of respect, your turn around — which was probably a silly thing to do since he hadn't been clothed the entire time. But Sirius seems to appreciate it, struggling a bit as he draws the cloth around his body.

When you turn back around, the two of you return to how you guys had previously been walking. You support his back, and direct his step in the same way as before.

Together, you guys hobble over to the couch. You lean Sirius back against the cushion, and he visibly relaxes into the soft material. The sight of him so content, makes you feel just as relaxed as he is.

You feel a bit guilty for leaving him again but you do so anyway, returning to the bathroom to retrieve the plates of spaghetti. On your way back to the living room, you quickly turn into the kitchen and fish your wand out of the sink. You hold it in against the dish of pasta, knowing it'd be better to have it just in case than regret not having it at all.

When you return to the living room, Sirius has made himself pretty cozy. He's leaned back on the cushion, a fuzzy blanket pulled around his body. He's hugging one of his legs to his chest ; the other one — which happens to be the one which is on the side of his injury — is extended, propped up on your coffee table.

You hand him his plate and sit side by side on the couch together. You place your wand on the table, grabbing the remote in its place. You switch on the first channel that pops up, which happens to be a very specific cartoon that you guys used to watch together.

Sirius always said that muggle innovations were stupid. This ideology didn't differ when it came to television. He thought the idea was silly and a waste of time, which distracted people from real life issues. You always argued with him over this. You claimed to love the idea of television, thinking it was no different from moving paintings at Hogwarts. Of course, Sirius disagreed. So, you thought that the best way to settle this dispute was to force him to watch something with you. You guys made a bet on it, as well. If he ended up hating the TV, you'd owe him twenty bucks. On the other hand, if he enjoyed it, he'd owe you the money instead.

Long story short, you grew twenty dollars richer by the end of the night. And Sirius had fallen in love with Tom and Jerry.

"He still hasn't caught the damn mouse?" Sirius complains, staring at the flashing screen with furrowed brows. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just kill him at this point? I'm not someone who resorts to murder, but it's been decades! Anything would be better than running around in circles like idiots."

You laugh at him, finding it amusing how invested he is in the show. Sometimes, in little moments like this, you don't see Sirius black : an alleged killer running from the police. Instead, you see Padfoot : your best friend and first love. It draws a bittersweet feeling to your gut, making you want to run away from all of your problems. Including him.

You guys continue to eat your pasta in a comfortable silence. They're replaying old episodes that you've seen multiple times. But this is Sirius's first time watching them, and he seems to have no intention of turning the TV off anytime soon. When he finishes his plate, he places it on the coffee table. He doesn't even look down, his eyes still glued to the screen. You giggle, taking his dirty dish to the kitchen. You wash off the grime, and place it out to dry on the counter.

When you return to the living room, Sirius if curled up in a ball on the couch. He's still being very cautious with his wound, carefully leaving it alone.

"Hey," you say as you sit back down beside him. Sirius hasn't removed his gaze from the show, but he must have felt the cushion dip under your weight. Because he moved his legs out of your way before you even said anything.

"Hi." He answers, only halfway paying attention to you.

"You can keep watching the TV, but would you mind if I tried to continue working on your scratch?" You ask him, choosing your words carefully as you grab your wand from the tabletop. This seems to grab his attention quickly.

"Yeah." He answers. His voice comes out confident and steady, but his body language shows what he's afraid to admit. He's scared. He's in pain, on the run, and fully invested in this television that he had once sworn against. But he holds you higher than all of those other issues. You're most important. "Of course you can."

"Thank you." You say. He just nods as he shifts his body out of the curled up position, stretching out so his torso is accessible to you. Then, he lifts up his shirt for you to work on. As soon as you scoot closer, Sirius gets nervous and whips his head back toward the TV.

The thing is, you had taken a few subjects on healing back at Hogwarts, and even a few muggle classes. But now that it's the real thing, you're feeling a bit nervous. If you mess up a spell, it's not just a bad grade on your exam. It's Sirius's wellbeing you're meddling with.

You pull the bandages off of his skin, looking at the gash in full detail. It's really gross, up close. You try not to analyze it too much, gripping your wand in your hand and pointing the tip directly at the wound. Sirius's eyes are still pinned to the TV, so you have the element of surprise to work with here.

"Vulnera Sanentur." You mutter under your breath, tracing your wand along the gash. You recall what you'd been taught. The first time you speak the incantation, the blood would begin to evaporate in thin air. Seeing as there isn't much blood left after the bath, it instead moves onto the second repetition despite only having said it once. And slowly, the wound knits itself back together. The skin slowly pulls at each other, binding together neatly.

You watch Sirius's face, but he seems to not be in any pain from the spell. He makes a slight expression of discomfort but seems perfectly well, otherwise. You look back down at the wound. The only thing left over is a thin scar, the injury completely gone now. Your eyes widen in shock. It worked. It worked!

"Sirius." You say, your voice nearly gone from surprise. Considering you hadn't called him by his first name since his return, Sirius's head spins in your direction at a speed that could've been enough to have given him whiplash.

"What?" He asks. You point at his side, and he follows your finger. Suddenly, his expression mirrors your own. "Holy fuck."

"I'd heard the spell once or twice at Hogwarts, but I didn't think I could do it myself. I was honestly just hoping I wouldn't fuck it up." You ramble, trying to will your brain to keep up with your mouth as you continue to spur irrelevant nonsense. "I wasn't even sure about the pronunciation. I was-"

"You were brilliant." Sirius interrupts you, sitting up without any issue. He wraps his arms around you and embraces you into a tight hug. You hug him back, still in shock with yourself.

"Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that because it worked?" You ask. "I mean, I told you I was completely winging it. I didn't know how to move my wand, or how to--"

"And I told you that I trust you more than anyone else in my life, Y/n." He says, pulling away from the hug to look you in the eye. You meet his gaze, feeling small under it. He gives you a smile — one that brings back a flood of memories from your guys's past. It's genuine and real. Nothing but adoration behind it. It's your favorite smile of his, and he knows it. Sirius continues, "I missed you."

Your eyes soften, "I missed you too, you bastard."

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Can I get an one shot where reader is Kisaki's daughter and she is in love with Hanma and she always admire him from afar and always eavesdrop Kisaki's and Hanma's when they're discussing they're gang plans and she tries to seduce by wearing mini skirts and bending down in front of him to pick some papers she dropped on the floor and flirt with Hanma whenever he came for dinner at their house or when they're in a gang reunion and there's always sexual tension between them and Hanma always tease her then at one night where Hanma came for dinner and Kisaki had to go and leave them alone to go to the hospital to see reader's mother; reader decides to takes thing to the next level and let Hanma fuck her senseless on the dinner table till she squirts and gave reader an amazing oral, so when Kisaki comes back with readers mother; reader and Hanma act like nothing happened.

Little Death —Hanma Shuji x reader fem!

Summary: what wandering death, desirous and in love could give his heart with bare hands in her hands, could give her everything she whispered in his ears until a small death.

Cw. smut, nicknames such as doll, angel or girl, female proombre, etc.

Life was certainly complex in its simple existence, there was a wide range of factors in which it could be considered as good or bad. But a life full of luxury from blood, death and decay was a common life for [Name] Kisaki who did not flinch at the bloody corpses he occasionally saw, the blood he could sniff in the air when his father came home leaving a trail of rust and cologne that he knew his mother had given him some time ago, As his mother always without fail carried a dagger tied to the thigh slightly adjusted but not impossible to take out or an automatic weapon in his bag when they went out together anywhere without his father or some guard, or as all his 'uncles' were criminals who could not prove anything before the law. It was curiously funny how the authorities had their hands tied behind their backs since I could not prove anything, although it was known there was much to risk if some agents, police or government people gave away.

Traitors would wake up with an intangible business card, without tongue, eyes or hands. It all depended.

[Name] was not stupid, she could sin of appearing disinterested or astonished when situations warranted it but she knew what her family was dedicated to, why her standard of living was one extremely comfortable to the extent that if she liked to work she could never afford (your father would really be able to support you all your life, you were the apple of her eye and your mother absolutely adored you) and she could not find anything in herself that made her feel guilty when she received the extravagant gifts of her parents or uncles in the form of expensive perfumes or beautifully crafted daggers, being located in a high-level private school in which not even some children of political officials could access or when she could let her imagination run wild for punishments to The traitors themselves that she could not yet carry out entirely alone, one of the few tasks that her father allowed her to carry out with proper supervision, and sincerely gave her grace how she should be watched and monitored when handling torture and allowed to get a little more into the business, but in other activities she did not need it. And sometimes her father or uncles managed to exasperate her by leaving her in the care of Hanma Shuji, she simply clouded her head in a thousand ways.

Just having Hanma's golden eyes on his body had his heart racing, runaway in his chest, and feeling the beating in his ears of intensity. Feeling helpless with weak knees and weapons like lead in her hands, as if a single movement made her make a mistake or as her face was impossibly heated before her proximity, before her damn jokes without grace or her mere presence that threatened to melt her.

It was ridiculous how he had fallen in love.

It had all started with an admiration that to date I did not understand quite well, moving on to the attraction of a high school girl to a friend of her father whom she began to try to attract, without any result. And their attempts increased as they intensified.

Short skirts when Hanma was assigned as her bodyguard at certain events, which really were more of a chore than a pleasure and she looked dreamy when Hanma always stayed by her side, at the distance of just a small step with a hand on her body feeling any concerns she could not verbalize. To date he did not know how he had knowledge of his exact body language but he appreciated it, he knew when both should move away and where he was nothing to leave the site and resorted to certainly stupid jokes that without fail got an involuntary giggle, or failing that entertaining her by making fun of others in the room.

Tight blouses or tops that fully highlighted her breasts when Hanma was at home chatting with her father, she passed it off as 'pajama sets' when they weren't and went out from time to time to wander the halls of the house casually, even bringing drinks to her father and his friend. He always received a loving look from his father when without fail he brought him a glass of whiskey on the rocks of the bottle of Hibiki Suntory Japanese Harmony since sabias was one of his favorites when he had to deal with the 'vermin of Hanma' and with a glass also for vermin, but direct, since you remembered that he preferred them that way. In those interactions she couldn't help but brush her fingers against hers, almost like an innocent but intentional occurrence dedicating fleeting glances that she hoped she would catch to be sweetly guided out by her father who promised to spend time together afterwards, and that warmed your heart. Your parents might be the worst criminals in Japanese society, but they both loved you. In those moments you forgot about Hanma and your crush.

Tight clothes when it was necessary to go to the headquarters with her father, and [Name] would not be so shameless as to walk in front of Hanma's golden eyes with such an attitude because she first and foremost respected her father's image before her subordinates and 'partners'. But Hanma never failed to sweetly praise their outfits, comments that went completely unnoticed since they mentioned information that only their relatives would know, how you longed to have a certain garment or colors that you took to find to complement your closet.

Dedicating a little more of her time to put on makeup in a way that pleased her and made her feel pretty, receiving praise from many, but not from those who craved them. But without fail she felt an intense look, but she never found someone who looked at her so intensely, squeezed her skin and gave her a good round of chills that ran through her whole. If only Hanma looked at her like that.

But the attempts to attract his gaze were not only on the part of [Name], but Hanma alike.

Hanma knew that he would never be a just or decent man, he could tell by his blood-stained hands or his complete and null interest in the good of others to his acquaintances or those who came to consider friends. Therefore, when he received the news that his friend would have a daughter had taken him by surprise, but he had knowledge about that it was one of the most hidden dreams of Kisaki and let him be happy a good part of the childhood of the brat taking charge and placed, for the first time -at that time- diligence and discipline to maintain the empire they formed at the top and go up a little more. Every year, slaughtering competitors or enemies with their 'partners' hand in hand. They were boring years in which he honed many skills that he did not want to do before, and boredom made him ruthless. He hated being bored, but it was for the sake of his only best friend, so the sacrifice was worth it. When those years came to an end he waited for a soft Kisaki Tetta with his heart in his hand - at that time only he could say it that way and those who dared to say it painted the walls with a combination of brains with blood - but it was a pleasant surprise that his two friends (I also came to appreciate Kisaki's wife) returned in better condition than ever. family time in no way managed to soften it in fact quite the opposite, they arrived at the business back with a whole aura of murder and leadership - which was to be expected since he learned that in that family time Kisaki's wife; Runa had taken over his clan by joining it to Kisaki's empire – it was years that were not wasted. With his arrival he was able to rest from leading to obey orders that never bored him and it was then that his whole world turned upside down.

All for her, for [Name].

The first time he met her was in a dangerous situation that put her in danger, or so it was assumed because Runa ordered him to go and monitor her at home which he obeyed because he knew that both leaders loved their firstborn. When I arrive I expect to see a scared girl, but she found something completely different; A bloody and fighting scene in which there were about five men in the living room scattered around the black armchairs with contorted necks, others with bullets in their foreheads and the one who surprised him the most with a Chinese ink pen in the eye socket that was so embedded that only a pendant in the form of a small dagger came out. To find her sitting on the stairs whimpering silently as she abruptly wiped away the tears and sweat that beaded on her visible skin, she wore scantily clad trousers with a tight tank top that revealed a large part of her blood-stained chest with her hair still damp. Then he discovered that he had been caught making a sandwich at home when he had just gotten out of the shower and he only had to dispose of the bodies, looking at her sideways always with an impossibly tender pout on his lips that at the end of the night he discovered was because of his broken nails. He couldn't help but leave a good wad of bills in your room with a note that night, you were a cute girl almost a sinfully sexy angel unconsciously and you didn't deserve your pretty nails to be in bad condition. He could say that you were not so innocent because a week after short interactions he received a photo of him with his beautiful nails made in a stupidly suggestive pose – which he did not even realize apparently – since he could see in the reflection of the mirror part of his torso in a large dark shirt that showed her breasts without a bra with delicious erect nipples. That picture was his wallpaper for years.

And everything was in a tailspin from that moment as you dwelt in his head in the hours where he was not on guard, the damn daughter of his best friend and the little princess of the whole fucking organization; all the partners adored her in a tender way as Sano Manjiro who had no qualms about pampering her as if she were a younger sister, some others like someone who adores the children of her friends or family, Kisaki knew about it but only allowed a closeness of the high commands of which they had loyalty to the organization but never took his eyes off him except when he was with Mikey or with he, then Kisaki could concentrate on his tasks. It was like leaving a sweet angel with death itself, or he could avoid absorbing every damn trait of it to reproduce it in his head. Over the years she only became more attractive and sexy, a girl who could attract the most correct eyes of beings to her figure, her determined gait and her charismatic personality.

And hell he knew how to use it to his advantage.

With her 'uncles' she could have any whim, at her damn 19 years old she was a beautiful woman who was not afraid to stain her hands with blood and knew very well what she wanted, how much she was worth, how much she deserved and how she loved herself before anyone else offered to love her. A woman with a strong temper always broke her barriers, but she; Her best friend's daughter had absolutely snatched her heart at the same time that she had seen her enter the organization little by little, learn from the best and make a place in her parents' organization as if it were the easiest thing. I could never deny it but I adored strong, slightly sadistic women, that's what I saw in her.

With the passage of time it had only crept under her skin in a sinuous but permanent way, climbing to her damn heart and trapping it between her bare hands, if she asked for her damn heart it would be taken out of her chest to leave it in her palms to do anything; destroy him and consume him with sadistic laughter or kiss him until he shows his love. He was absurdly and hopelessly in love who was even pathetic.

Pathetically in love.

There wasn't a single ounce of rationality in his mind to ignore his almost timid subtle and gentle flirtations but he still managed to catch them in the air by sweetening his senses to ecstasy without contact or consumption. I admired how she arranged herself a little more for him by dedicating a more special time to becoming even prettier in his eyes. Because he did it himself, he put effort in fixing himself for you and only for your beautiful eyes that ran through him scanning it.

[Name] was her absolute downfall, he would adore dying at her feet and following her to the ends of damn hell with just a blink of her flirtatious eyes and a blink of those ridiculous curly eyelashes.

Each short but elegant skirt that adorned her figure stylizing her hip and shapely butt that made her salivate in the best way, and in those events she knew better that she should be close to her at a short distance so she resorted to having a hand on her lower back whispering in her ear, savoring the skin that reached to caress her lips or hands. All those scenes were sweetened even more when I managed to get smiles and discreet giggles with his unfunny or dark jokes, with his cruel teasing towards others and enjoyed how you clung to his arms. Nor could he ignore that every damn thing that beasts he put effort into combining with you either in range of colors, if they were suits as close to yours or complementary because he loved the excited look of his beautiful eyes to see him, it was a completely naïve and tender emotion.

Every damn tight blouse or flirtatious tops that covered your chest only caused her hands to itch, to feel her hands sweat from putting them on those happy tits and squeezing them, which would give for only one taste. And I could see them up close when you interrupted the talks about their 'business' to deliver glasses of whiskey, to their father on the rocks and to the same direct, in those moments that he leaned I could see his cleavage. They were moments that were worth everything and he corresponded, extending his legs and leaving a space between them for his use, as he looked up and down to lick his lips in a subtle way and culminate with a flirtatious smile.

It was impossible not to catch in his gaze the legs of [Name] in stockings of different types, from those he came to wear for high school in black to those he wore as a net with short skirts, the stockings sweetened the view of his turned legs and with more flesh, he loved to see how with long socks sometimes the waistband was a little tight leaving those chubby ones in sight, which he praised without being able to control himself. Catching his red ears for compliments, he was a praise bug apparently.

The tight clothes on her sweet doll's body were a direct passage to hell, she loved to scan you up and down with every outfit that exposed your delicious figure; wide hips, voluptuous breasts, small waist in which he dreamed of putting his hands and long legs, a body he wanted to map with his tongue.

And oh for all the heavens, the makeup that was placed according to the occasion from the colorful and extravagant with holographic outlines in different colors that sharpened her look or made her more innocent since she had a whole album on her cell phone with photos of her that were sometimes her wallpaper or those that she saw admiring for hours. I knew how much you loved makeup (because you even got to make up Runa and the few members of high female ranks) and that's why he had given her a damn complete set of the best eyeliners in the damn market for her enjoyment that was rewarded with a sweet kiss on the lips, which she did not capture that I gave her because she had run home screaming with innocent emotion. That kiss ended up condemning him and trapped him in his wake, first dead before leaving him.

Hanma Shuji found himself loving every damn characteristic of Kisaki from the aesthetic to the emotional, adoring his strength and every weakness he would cover if necessary. He would be able to give her his soul in a bowed box if she asked him to.

I was just at her feet and she didn't know it yet.

The day had been extremely quiet, as if there were no task or responsibility close to fulfillment. It was a perfect day to devote time to leisure, essentially that night would be a quiet one where the family would have dinner with the best friend of the father of the family, something quiet and without ulterior motives. At least that's how it was planned when Hanma Shuji arrived at the Kisaki house being received by [Name] the firstborn, in the moments at the entrance the older man could not resist mocking the sweet doll that received him with an expression that perhaps appeared to be furious but showed an annoying pout, She was beautiful without even realizing it.

"Don't tell me you dressed like this for my little girl?" Shuji crooned mockingly at all his height admiring the youngest squatting looking for the pair of indoor slippers, the mere image of her facing him almost on his knees weakened his will.

[Name] rolled his eyes forcing those butterflies down in his stomach but he couldn't do anything about the tingling skin. The young Kisaki let out a slightly exasperated sigh when she sat up from the ground leaving the pair of slippers at the feet of the tallest without being able to stop her sarcastic response, although she felt that she lost effectiveness because of her red ears.

"That's what you'd like Hanma," the slightest hissed feigning disgust rather than ready to enter her house back.

The eldest did not waste time holding the lowest one by the waist with little force, forcing her to arch in his hands highlighting her breasts unwillingly. [Name] with his heart in his throat put his hands on Hanma's chest trying to pull it away from her body, she was panicking that her father could find them in that position without her mother to alleviate that situation. But I could not deny that he had her squeezing her legs together because of the delicious sensation that ran through her whole when she had Hanma's hands on her body and how he dominated her.

"I don't like my sweet angel lying to me like that" Hanma whispered on [Name's] lips feeling the slightly sticky gloss of his own lips, a sweet aroma of chocolate reached his nose almost intoxicating him and without shame he was nothing to pass his tongue over those smooth lips that tempted him for some time but he received a frankly strong push that made him release surprised. Nothing to complain I soon look at the reason for it by your trembling hands on your back and the sight of his friend with casual clothes on but keys in his hands "Hey Tetta! What a way to treat your guests that your little princess has"

The mere mention of his daughter made Tetta look bitter at his partner and companion almost regretting going to the hospital, but it was his wife.

"You don't need a big welcome piece of animal" sharply lashed out the elder Kisaki receiving a funny laugh from the Hanma, ignoring that the older Kisaki quickly crossed the room until he was in front of his only daughter ignoring Hanma browsing his house "I have to go to the hospital with your mother, apparently something did not go quite right in the business I was running. Will you stay here with Hanma, yes?"

Immediately that attracted an alert to the head of the young Kisaki who anxiously received the embrace of her Father to calm her silencing

"It's nothing serious darling, just bulky, but not something that endangers your life. Dinner and sleep, possibly I'll be back until tomorrow or midnight."

With that, the elder Kisaki left the house quickly, leaving behind his daughter with his friend, without suspecting anything. Hanma was not at all about to tease her to lighten her mood but she knew better that would only annoy her more. So with the intention of feeding her he went to the kitchen with [Name] behind him.

"I can cook Hanma," the youngest meekly commented, even with concern for her mother attacking her.

"Nope, you are very worried and in your state you will only hurt yourself or burn your food. I know you hate burnt food" replied without much preamble the eldest seeing how the food was half done "You just be pretty and get on the counter, a visual stimulus would help me do it faster"

With a less tense chuck [Name] climbed onto the counter receiving a glass of ice water as he waited for dinner. With amazement I watch as Hanma cooked semi-expertly, although the ingredients were left by her side, so from time to time she asked for them and she delivered them without overlooking brushing her fingers with the hands of the tallest.

Even without doing [Name] anything was a threat.

Hanma went for the salt but it was located between the open legs of [Name] who burned the jar with his sweet leg that he did not take long to caress to take the jar which he achieved but was stopped by the smaller and slightly marked hands of the minor that forced him to stamp his lips against the others still covered by gloss. Feeling how she kissed him with sweetness and desperation I put aside the damn jar of salt to squeeze the chubby thighs making him separate his lips, the opportunity to taste his tongue. He ran his tongue through the moist inside of his mouth, occasionally catching his tender and moist tongue, he wanted to monopolize his mouth, to draw the air from his lungs. Stick his tongue in his throat if humanly possible but his hands hit his chest with weak insistence so he cut the kiss seeing his dazed state along with the thread of saliva that united them, which he broke with another sweeter kiss.

"I didn't know your kisses were so delicious doll" hummed almost intoxicated Hanma squeezing her waist tightly getting a soft moan "I already wish to know what else is delicious in your body"

[Name] could not even put together a coherent sentence because again she was kissed suddenly, Shuji's lips dominating her and almost hypnotizing her to separate her lips for her tongue, which she did by receiving wet caresses and feeling how her tongue was sometimes sucked, and she replied as she could. She was not an expert in kissing.

When they least expected it, both of them were already kissing almost without air.

The older one tightly held the thighs of the younger one carrying her, feeling how he hugged his neck tightly and continued kissing him in short bursts or tongue kisses. He didn't leave a single space between them. As if he wanted to merge with him which encouraged him even more to mistreat his little body, to leave the mark of his fingers on his smooth skin and leave traces of his possession. Shuji was carrying her in half a kitchen, her chubby thighs entrenched on her hips and her hands sunk into her flesh, meeting the smaller hands on her nape without letting go. Even if he craved to eat her alive, savor every corner of her body, and map her skin with his tongue, he wouldn't force her into anything.

"If you don't stop me now, I won't be able to do it later, my beautiful girl," the eldest whispered over the lips of others, having on his tongue the taste of his sweet mouth. Hanma knew her eternal love of sweets, strawberry milk and flavored gloss, all melting in her tempting mouth creating her always characteristic flavor that she wanted to have on her tongue always. With amazement I admire how dazed the youngest was, with her eyes unfocused and her lips gently apart exposing her pink tongue, with a prodigal laugh fleeting kisses on her lips and cheeks urging her to answer "The moment you tried doll there is no turning back for me, I want to do everything with you"

[Name] was carefully and slowly pulled out of her daze by Shuji's lips, listening to her words and analyzing them a little slowly but she could not gather the necessary words to respond because she still wanted kisses, to stick her tongue in her throat if necessary and without much thought she passed her tongue over Hanma's lips, There was no trace of shame or doubt in his mind or heart.

"I want everything Shuji, everything" replied halfway the minor still entertained licking the lips of others, and lavishing kisses "P-please do not stop"

That was what sealed the deal, Hanma without much effort continued kissing her sweet doll to take her to the dining table, where she would undress her completely and if possible she would fail her, just thinking about it her dick would rise more.

Between stumbles and moans both came to the table.

The female body was carefully deposited on the surface of the table leaving it extended. [Name] stirred uncomfortably for not having Hanma's body in her arms but clung to the ice cream of the table giving her back a little lucidity that she used to see Hanma who seemed to see her as a total predator. The mere glance made him squeeze his legs and whimper.

"You're quite a show doll" hummed the elder firmly un-re-re-reando the legs of the smallest of his hips to hold them in his hands joining them and put them in front of his body analyzing how big his hands were almost covering the entirety of his sweet legs, the length was perfect and he adored them. Hanma smiled without being able to hold him anymore and left kisses on his turned legs, running from time to time with his tongue and mapping with his hands from his ankles that I adore properly to his thighs where he finally touched that damn short skirt that with skillful fingers he unbuttoned very slowly admiring her excited but desperate face "I will undress you honey, okay?"

A fierce nod was the response that managed to make the major laugh because of his silent enthusiasm.

"I need words" knowing his expectation the biggest kept his words to see his beautiful sulking expression, it was unconsciously but Hanma found it cute in a way, to see how he expected him "otherwise, I will not take off your clothes" Hanma finished leaving his hands still on his hips and feeling his legs on his shoulders, dedicating himself to savoring the weight on his shoulder. Shuji was amused watching the doe eyes of his sweet girl "Words" firmly reiterated the eldest.

"Si S-shuji"

His words were only two, only two, and yet the eldest had his heart skip a beat, hearing his name from his voice was particularly satisfying. Shuji with the positive response began to mobilize as soon as possible, crossing with his bare hands the reliefs of his legs squeezing with a taste the flesh until he reached the hips of the minor dedicating a necessary time squeezing and caressing until his fingers brushed the waistband, followed the path arranged by the light until unfastening it completely listening to the slightly accelerated breathing of her. With skillful hands I manage to get rid of the ignition in its entirety taking the socks of passage discarding them on the floor. So the panorama was clear, beautiful hips that looked slightly tight in the panties that were a plain black color, without any decoration but extremely soft in sight and could not help but walk his fingers through the fabric feeling the skin underneath, with a giggle and playing traveled until he reached the pelvis only leaving ghost caresses looking from time to time at their expressions waiting, They were impatient expressions but he loved to play with his little patience so he played with his wait under his fingers to the front of the undergarment to gather them between his fingers pulling it slightly forcing the fabric to break through its folds invading his pussy. Hanma enjoyed it completely, seeing her pussy moistening with her actions and the slightly stuffed lips parting, she could even see the shadow of what the fabric hid. Licking her lips, continuing with the rest of her clothes, leaving aside the wet panties (which she knew she would take home when she finished) and did the same ritual, she slowly traveled her waist until she reached the edge of the tight blouse to go up slowly, having fun to see how she writhed slowly arching and trying to flee was something that amused her too much.

His attempts to escape the slowness showed something, but eyes said completely otherwise, it was just another foreplay.

[Name] scrambled in Hanma's hands, feeling how the fabric of her blouse was slowly going up her torso until it reached above her breasts exposing her bra that definitely did not match her panties, that out of nowhere made her self-conscious. She knew of the major's history with attractive women too much if what her uncle said was true, she was the only one who knew of his attraction to Hanma. He felt an itch that he definitely couldn't scratch now. And the eldest unconsciously calmed her, his smile was pronounced before leaving tender kisses on each still covered chest.

"Nice bra girl, I want to see it more" something deep inside her being seemed attractive to her of her disparate underwear. Hanma did not look like those combinations, he was fussy but in her he certainly gave him an angelic air, almost innocent and naïve although he knew that she had done more explicit and shameless things, he knew it because he was his bodyguard a good part of his 18 years so seeing her in a comfortable and safe environment stirred something, I didn't know it was but it certainly didn't need a name "I had wanted to tear off your clothes but I've seen with what dedication you buy your clothes so I won't risk it, nope"

Without even knowing it, those words calmed a storm in the mind of the child in an unexpected but so peculiar way of him, only he could do so. Do it without warning, calm her down without even foreseeing it.

"Shut up Shuji, you've messed up a good part of my clothes," she said between amused and embarrassed, it was impossible to feel that way in a moment that pretended to be intimate but he succeeded. [Name] meekly let him completely remove the blouse over his head feeling in its center the involuntary friction of his closeness squeezing him without being able to hold it, it had been his reflexes "But thank you is my favorite bra"

Shuji only dedicated himself to smile seeing how [Name] turned in the attention of his gaze next to his wandering hands that did not leave a single part without caresses, leaving the blouse on the surface of the table leaned over it leaving a path of irregular kisses on her face until reaching her lips where she did not waste time intensifying it while holding her face well to manipulate her Taste for him to tilt his head at angles where he could go deeper into his tongue, feel the timid touches of his tongue in his own mouth until releasing him in favor of continuing on his chin, his neck in which he soon inhaled strongly his essence that was made up of an expensive perfume, creams and cleaning products that left a combination of his own on his skin. It was a scent that was impregnated in his clothes without even trying. His neck was tempting so lavishing kisses with his hand gently tilted to the opposite side his head leaving room for his thorough inspection until he traveled imaginary paths with his tongue and sucking strategic patches of skin where no one would see his marks he did not want to show his act so soon. It was impossible for him to control himself having on his lips the smooth skin of his neck and throat, with which he looked hyperfixed by how delicate it was, with his hickeys they would leave visible marks and just imagine how his neck would look with his hand on it lit him in ways that no woman in the past achieved.

The others didn't matter.

Shuji listened to his soft moans, his moans that he tried to control and how he clung to any part of his body during the assault on his neck and throat, with a last kiss in which he caught the skin between his lips to suck hard to calm with his tongue and leave a last kiss. It was impossible not to feel the friction of her crotch still covered by her panties against her own crotch even with the pants, it was exquisite. She continued to descend at her own pace to reach the bra that did not match the underwear, her breasts were certainly generous and with that fabulous view it was impossible for her not to leave kisses in each cup of the garment, longing to see those twin delights naked.

It was as if she was the one, the one who made him go slow and soft to take care of his reactions and feelings.

To nothing to direct his hands to the back of the minor his hands were cut and redirected to the front of the chest of the female. The eldest smiled when he saw the action of his little doll and admired how in the center of the glasses there was a tiny brooch that with one hand I managed to release leaving in the air what his eyes so longed to see naked.

"I will definitely eat these beautiful tits doll" dictated the tallest hunched over the figure of the youngest before leaving a sonorous and wet kiss on each breast causing a deep blush "because I will eat you whole tonight"

Before the youngest could form a word, she received the lips of the major on her breasts without any preamble as if it were an emergency. [Name] arched his back when wet kisses reached one of her nipples to suck it and let out a choked scream when Shuji's other hand went to her free breast to massage it with gentle movements that were making them hard, until he felt in tandem a pinch and teeth.

"I love you" whispered Shuji on [Name's] chest releasing with a wet sound the nipple he had clung to, he still felt the warm aftertaste on his tongue and went after the other snaking his free hand to her panties running with his fingertips his mount venus feeling the fabric and spending time sucking the nipple he still had in his mouth, alternating between licking or sucking and moving your hands in tandem "I can't wait to fuck you"

[Name] felt too hot, as her body was touched freely and by the hands she had fantasized about since she was fourteen years old that gradually malused her to her liking. Her breasts did not stop receiving attention, but the hand on her mount venus took her by complete surprise and moved to lean on her hand insistently, for a long time she craved the roughest, strongest and longest fingers of Shuji against her pussy but nothing prepared her for when the tips of her fingers brushed her clitoris on the fabric that made her moan openly and openly, I can't keep his lips together or his tongue inside. He couldn't believe that just a semi-direct brush caused him to squirm.

"S-shuji" whimpered the child catching the hand that was on her pussy between her legs tightly to rub against her with a visible desperation "Touch me, t-touch me"

Shuji suddenly released the sweet nipple between his lips but not before giving it a considerable bite and sit up completely to see his masterpiece, his beautiful and sexy muse that inspired him full of marks. She was beautiful lying on the table with her hands restless on her belly or between her breasts with her legs together impossibly firm but still managed to see the stain on her panties and the relief of that beautiful pussy with which I only get to fantasize.

"Of course I'll just have to wait," replied the eldest before unbuttoning his pants under the watchful eye of the child who did not lose details. Shuji smiled and moved slower, unbuttoning the button of her pants slowly until the zipper was lowered more slowly, but the smaller hands were tremblingly in her hand to help her lower it by brushing her bulge in passing to respingar surprised, it was almost innocent and angelic her surprise "Someone is impatient doll" crooned mockingly the oldest.

Shuji let [Name's] curious hands lead the way, silently admiring how with firmer hands he ran from his abdomen rubbing his sharp nails on his skin under his shirt to his crotch where he delicately ran with the tips of his acrylic nails where he lowered his pants a little deliberately rubbing his bulge until it cupped in his palm. He let out an airy sigh, his hand was significantly small and his dick looked bigger even confined in his boxers, that put him in a thousand indescribable ways that no woman had ever put before. He assumed it was because it was her, which would make sense and in his musings between his excitement he felt his underwear being lowered gently until suddenly his cock shot out almost hitting her in the process. I watch as her sweet doll looked surprised at him, with her cute half-open mouth and big eyes with those damn acrylic nails near her tender lips.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Shuji amusedly seeing how his little girl did not stop staring at him to faintly affirm "Lie down angel I will do something before"

With unusual obedience the child lay on the table feeling how her legs were held by the older who pressed them together in front of her body before going for her hips where he pulled her panties until they reached her ankles where he pulled them out completely. [Name] watched in surprise as Shuji took her panties to her back pocket and gave her a kiss that made her blush more.

"Pervert" I accuse embarrassed and with some timidity the minor.

"With you I certainly am, but in my defense it is the first time and with your consent"

With those last words Shuji manually squeezed together the legs of his girl who understood the message keeping them together in what he caressed a couple of times feeling his dick wetter than normal, the previous games so slow used to bore him but with her everything was accumulating and not as he spat directly on his cock listening to a soft and pornographic moan coming from his wrist, With a smile he guided his cock to the tiny space almost zero between his thighs feeling the softness of his skin squeezing his dick and as a final part he felt the sweet moisture of his pussy. With determination he clung to his legs bringing them together even more and began to move his hips, feeling his cock slide between his thighs with a little friction until one of his hands went straight to his clitoris to caress him tenderly and increase the intensity as he accelerated the speed.

Almost timidly, the sounds began to increase.

[Name] tried not to stir, but felt the heat of Shuji's cock between his thighs, wet and throbbing, the tip occasionally reaching his clitoris and making him almost cry, when the tip touched his pearl it was violently and suddenly. Between moans that she could not control she felt Shuji's fingers on her protrusion caressing him firmly and fast, it was not like when she touched herself or with fingers or toys, her fingertips were rough and rough against her pearl.

"S-shuji" whimpered the younger clinging to what he could of the older, feeling his pussy begin to soak in his arousal "P-please"

The pleas only stimulated Hanma who redoubled efforts in fucking the tender and plump thighs of her sweet girl who only moaned in pleasure, she could see her tender face contorted into an expression taken from a porn movie; cheeks sprinkled in pink, half-open lips exposing the tip her delicious pink tongue almost hanging from her lips, eyes narrowed and full of tears without shedding. What excited her most was seeing her little hands groping her own breasts, pinching and squeezing.

"Fuck this soaked pussy angel" announced the older one slamming the legs of the minor without stopping to touch her tender and hard clitoris that was replaced by her dick with which she gave a few hard blows on her wet pussy "You will feel it in the stomach doll"

That was the only warning [Name] received before suddenly feeling the loss of contact and how it suddenly returned in a soft, small and wet form. [Name] surprised sat up on her elbows seeing how Hanma's face was sunk into her pussy, she let herself fall suddenly feeling how they sipped and kissed her most intimate part, how Hanma lifted her from the table with her hands on her buttocks and handled her as if nothing.

"N-no S-shuji" hypersensitive squeal the minor trying to get away from the older man's mouth but was pulled harder towards that greedy mouth "S-feels weird"

Hanma continued to hold that pair of buttocks so plump and firm, squeezing very hard and raising it to his mouth, he put his tongue as much as he could in the drooling hole and rubbery walls, he was practically fucking it with his tongue to walk his tongue between his lips until he reached his sweet hard pearl, He couldn't help but smile at the taste of his delicious honey that filled his mouth. Separating a little to breathe properly I leave her wrist on the table and take her by the legs placing them on her shoulders so that she can put her fingers in that exquisite hole and dedicate herself to sucking the swollen pearl.

"N-no d-daddy feels v-very weird" sobbing [Name] not knowing what words came out of her mouth feeling how her whole body tensed harder than usual, her legs felt numb and a current running through her whole, she barely managed to close her mouth and even if she tried to get Shuji away from her sensitive pussy she could not what made her despair more but she felt so good, so rich that she could barely think properly outside of how her pussy twitched on her partner's long fingers "D-daddy n-no"

With that damn nickname Shuji continued in tandem fucking with his fingers and sucking, strong and firm without wavering until his fingers were almost expelled by the contractions of his sweet drooling hole. Feeling her walls throb and her swollen clitoris pulsate separate her mouth from that delicious pussy, even if she didn't want to, all by instinct.

The sobs had increased, and male growls were beginning to be heard.

The eldest was standing pumping his cock hard looking at his sweet girl almost crying, followed his instincts and spat on his fingers to masturbate the younger one a little more. Shuji watched intently as [Name] writhed trying to get away but also as he mounted his fingers. There were no words at the moment of penetrating it for the first time, I savor intensely how his cock plowed in his rubbery and drooling walls almost taking it out at first but he made an effort to attack it properly but without much strength seeing how now his sweet girl cried in full rule shedding fat tears without being able to close that sinful mouth, she couldn't help but chuckle ecstatically and admired how she seemed to sit still for a few microseconds in which with desperate hands she clung to her body scratching it.

He had fantasized so much about those nails scratching his back.

The older one impacted his hips against those of the younger one without any pause or merciful, with force and rapidity holding his weight with his hands on the surface of the table on each side of the woman's head, feeling so intensely the edge of the nails of others embedded in his back and his legs squeezing into his hips with such force barely allowing him to move.

"Wrist stop squeezing me so much I won't be able to move" hiss Shuji ending a strong but short onslaught, barely able to get a few centimeters his dick out of his soaked pussy but only received sharp and low shrieks. He incorporated himself as much as he could even with [Name's] flimsy arms on his body seeing his lost expression "The faces you make god"

[Name] barely managed to spin her thoughts only felt, felt how her pussy was attacked with such force that it reached points that her dildos could not and she felt so strange, more sensitive, very good but strange.

The stench of sex danced in the air and the table was soaked.

Shuji sealed her lips on her wrist's lips, violating her little mouth relentlessly to truly fuck her sweet pussy with strong, fast and straight to that point that was making her delirious. He felt the wet splashes of his dick in that needy hole, as his lower abdomen was splashed in those juices that he wished not to waste.

"D-daddy n-no, n-no please" asked between whimpers the minor cutting the wet kiss watching as her belly grew when her partner's cock was inside her and seeing how her pussy expelled so much liquid, she felt so strange but rich and without even realizing her hips moved meeting her onslaughts "S-I feel that q-I want to pee n-no"

At this frightened statement and as the youngest clung more to the elder, Shuji let out a laugh when he saw the panic to suck [Name's] tongue.

"Let it out, let's squirt doll that reaches my mouth fuck"

Between quick attacks and almost with hatred the child cried beautifully letting go of that knot in the belly, hiding her face in the hollow of her partner's neck without letting go feeling how a liquid came out almost under pressure from her wet, she could not control her tears or her voice. He was crying full-heartedly, he felt so sensitive.

Tears and drops remained.

Shuji didn't even have to get out of the rubbery walls to, the same force of his jet expelled him hard and he on the damn table, he could hear [Name's] sobs so he wrapped her in his arms lifting her from the table sticking her to his chest to leave a thousand kisses on her pearly face in sweat and tears.

"You don't know how much I adore you doll"

And that prayer was sealed with a sweet kiss that was half-reciprocated, an almost innocent kiss the opposite of the fuck before.

Runa and Tetta returned home at dawn to find their guest sitting across the coffee table in front of their daughter with a bundle of letters in his hands looking accusingly straight ahead. Both of them didn't even notice their arrival.

"You're a cheater [Name]!" squealed the eldest sharply and loudly as he started pulling more than eight cards.

Tetta watched her daughter laughing behind her card pack before starting to laugh at the outset.

"It's not my fault that you're a loser in the stupid ONE"

While Tetta felt something strange in the environment it could be for leaving his daughter alone with the guy she hated, but seeing how his wife wrapped her arms around their daughter from behind and began to shuffle all the cards to play again.

Maybe it was just his imagination combined with stress.

(Little did she know that under her pajamas [Name] had so many hickeys and hand marks and Hanma's back full of reddish lines that no longer bled but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her... yet).

I'm honestly sorry it was a bit lazy or pointless in parts, but I hope it's to your liking if you're not free to tell me.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fem #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader fem #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #alessabriel ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶#aless writting ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

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annilovesbexx · 1 year

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Fluff Alphabet - Rebekah Mikaelson

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

She admires your kindness and sense of justice, that is, how far you would go to defend your beliefs and how they're driven by the will to protect

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Lips, thighs and specifically the shape of your eyes.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Rebekah missed everything about the cinema through the decades, so she loves to cuddle with you watching plenty of movies and judging them by nothing but her own sense of quality. She loves caressing you hair and when you rest your face in the curve of her neck. Also, sweet kisses all the time.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

She's very creative and the ideal date for her is never repeat things. Rebekah is always taking you to new places, showing you the world and different cultures. She loves picnics by ponds, and swimming with you is always great fun for her.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

In the beginning, she was extremely closed off. Whenever you got close to a real emotion, she backed off. But since she learned you're a safe place for her, Bex became amazing at communicating, and showing every emotion she feels around you. You learn to read even when the smallest of things annoyed her or when she is holding her smile back.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

It's everything she wants. But she also learned to respect your boundaries. She secretly thinks about adopting or about you carrying your children, but she would be happy by only staying by your side forever and maybe get an orang cat

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gifts are her love language basically. Expensive gifts all the time, but your favorites are the ones she makes herself. Like when she wrote you a song or when she made you a rose quartz and selenite necklace that supposedly represented what you made her feel — love, peace and clarity of mind.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Rebekah holds your hand the entire time, everywhere. She likes you to know she's always at reach and everyone to see that you're under her protection. Unconsciously, she's always holding your hand because her heart is afraid you could simply vanish at any moment. You always caress the back of her hand with your thumb and it makes her heart melt

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Feral, ruthlessly, mercilessly. Anyone who dared to harm you would face cruelty that sane minds cannot conceptualize. If you hurt yourself accidently, she would immediately heal you. And then laugh about it later

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

She's more the type to tease you and make snarky comments, her humor is too cynical and doesn't align with silly jokes or pranks. But she laughs at your jokes even though she tells you to stop being bloody stupid

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

On your temple, forehead, neck, the top of your head, and your hands. For lips kisses, she does it slowly and caring, always placing her hands on your waist, nape and cheeks. She also enjoys giving you small pecks after properly kissing. To be honest, she's so good at it that you want to keep kissing her the whole day

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Oh, you know. Mikaelson style. Burns cities down in order to keep you safe, unalives everyone who dares to threaten you, meets every one of your needs before you can even voice them, etc, etc...

Just joking (not really). She shows she really loves you when she cups your face with both hands, lock gaze with yours and says, whispering slowly "i would tear the world in half if it meant to make you happy"

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first time you let her drink from you. It was a seal of trust and love that was stronger than any "I love you" she could hear. It also simbolize how much you both wanted to open your hearts to each other

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

To be deeply honest, that someday her brother will lash out and hurt you like he's done before with her loved ones. And how that would make him unforgivable in her heart

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

She knows how to communicate with certain birds through whistling, she likes to call it a precise way of training birds to carry messages that she learnt from some ancient culture and you keep to yourself the comments about how she looked like a disney princess while doing it

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Love, sweetheart, sweet girl, baby, and little bee when she's particularly teasing you (you love it

Q = Quote (something they say that stuck with you forever?)

When you overhead her saying to someone from her family "A thousand years of life and I couldn't understand what blissfulness was until I watched her waking up by my side"

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

moonlight - ariana grande (and specifically the verse "i never knew you could have moonlight in your hands, 'til the night I held you"

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

She's deeply traumatized, so she tries to keep you from knowing the darkest parts of her past. Not the bad things she has done, but the bad things she suffered.

After enough time, she found in you her safest place, so she lies with you under the stars and confide to you the things that hunt her the most

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Once she felt attracted to you, she wanted to start things fast, once she fell in love with you, it took months because she was just afraid of you being hurt or abandoning her like everyone else did

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

If you're upset with someone/something else, she will sing to you, take you to the most beautiful places or cuddle with you until you feel better. If you're upset with her, she'll slip apology letters under your door, and try to talk to you to find out how to remedy the situation. She will also set random abandoned places on fire to get rid of frustration

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Oh. God. Yes. She literally has a polaroid picture of you in pijamas on her phone case. She wraps you in extravagant dresses and swirls you around the events, introducing you at everyone she considers worth of it, either because she considers the person of some value or to simply cause jealousy because she has the most stunning person in the world in her arms.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Eventually, she understood there was no way she would keep fighting and letting you out of it, so she started training you. She's very proud of your bravery, but she also uses her thousand years of experience to trick you out of dangerous situations the most she can

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

She can read your mind literally and metaphorically. When you're struggling to put your feelings into words or when she notices you're having a hard time setting boundaries with others, she steps in, but usually she just understands how you feel and acts upon it

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

You would propose to her. Because everyone kept telling Rebekah her while life about how she was naive, clingy and tended to move things too fast, she would be terrified of the idea of scaring you or taking steps that pushed your limits. So she would want to propose to you for a long time, conceptualize entire scenarios that were never good enough only to block her desire with fear and the trauma of loss. So you, being able to read between her lines, would ask Freya help to create a chambre de chasse that would fall only when she found every symbol of everything she meant to her. And the final piece would be a celtic knot

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

melissa tea and you reading for her while resting in her arms in a cloudy day

#rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson headcanons #the vampire diaries #the originals #rebekah mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikealson x reader

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ace-sher-bi-john · 4 months

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Johnlock Wedding Headcanons:

Double proposal!

John and Sherlock both separately purchase rings. The proposal isn't a complete secret on either end though, as Sherlock deduced that John had bought one and John found out one evening when out for drinks with Mike Stamford

John would tell Mike all about how he thinks it's time. He's bought a ring. Mike would then absent-mindedly say "You're the second person to say that to me today"

They both wait patiently for the other to propose, wanting to see what he has in mind for a special proposal. But because they're both being polite and waiting, it takes months after they've both bought the rings for it to finally happen

Eventually John gets impatient and decides to just propose to him

One day, in the middle of a case that isn't too serious or time sensitive, John sets his plan into motion

In the lab of Barts Hospital, John stands in the exact spot he stood over a decade ago and waits. When Sherlock is done at the microscope, he walks over to John. His work is done for now and it's time to go home. But John isn't going anywhere

John attempts to give a smooth transition into the proposal, but words fail him. So instead, he gets down on one knee, pulls out the velvet box, and asks the question that he's been dying to ask for about six months now, "Sherlock Holmes, will you marry me?"

Sherlock is almost rendered speechless as he blinks at the love of his life, stunned. But he quickly recovers and remembers his part of the plan. He clears his throat, attempts to blink away the moisture forming in his eyes, "That depends, John," he pulls out his velvet box and bends down on one knee, "Will you marry me?"

John finds moisture creeping it's way into his eyes as well, a strange lump forms in his throat as he chokes out "Yes" to which Sherlock responds with his own "Yes"

They then slip the rings onto each others' fingers and fall into an embrace, followed by a deep, passionate kiss. By this point, Sherlock is crying. He doesn't see a point to hiding it. He just lets it happen. They pull away for one second to share an elated giggle, before pressing their lips together again

Molly is of course the first person they tell, as she walks in during their kiss. They are both bursting to share the great news with anyone and everyone, so they both blurt it out in almost perfect unison within seconds of her entering the room

They decide to take the rest of the day off, so that the second Rosie gets home from school, they can tell her. She is of course ecstatic when they tell her and starts planning an imaginary wedding for them on the spot

When they tell Mrs. Hudson her response is "It's about bloody time"

The date for the wedding is January 29th, 2023 in honor of the day they first met

The Pinterest-esque signs that have the date the couple met, the date they proposed and the date of the wedding, will be there. But inspired by Indefinite Lines by @arwamachine, the number of days they've been in love will also be included

For Example: 29/1/2010 - The First Day, 30/1/2010 - The Day We Fell In Love, 11/6/2021 - The Day We Said "Yes", 29/1/2023 - The Day We Said "I Do", 4,748 Days In Total

Rosie would be the Flower Pal (Shout out to Sims 4 and your adorable gender neutral for flower girl which I am so going to use from now on!)

Archie would be the ring bearer again, because let's face it. There's no way that John and Sherlock know any other children to fill in the role. Archie would be about 15 now, but he'd agree to do it because Sherlock. Because he's still waiting for the headless nun picture he was promised

Sherlock does keep his promise and shows him the picture during the rehearsal. It was well worth the almost nine year wait

Archie and Rosie become friends and have a lot of fun being the only children at the wedding. All the shenanigans they get up to...

Lestrade is Sherlock's best man and Mike is John's best man, although they spare Mike from having to do a speech

Lestrade tells the story of how the duo fell in love during his best man speech, as he was a witness to their relationship from the start

Sherlock sits Mycroft and Lestrade together during the reception because he ships Mystrade so hard and they haven't made any efforts to meet on their own. So he introduces them to one another and the slow burn begins...

Although they don't want to admit that they have a crush on each other, they do agree to dance as there's no one else for them to dance with. The magic begins during their dance

Also bonus Mystrade headcanon I want to sneak in. Mycroft proposes to Greg on Christmas day the next year. This is significant because Christmas day, 2010 was the day that Greg found out his wife was cheating on him. Now that day will be remembered as the day Mycroft proposed rather than being tainted by his ex

At the wedding, there is a seat reserved for Mrs. Hudson with a sign that says "We know you'd be here if Heaven wasn't so far away"

I don't want to bring down the mood of the post, but since Una Stubbs died in real life on August 12th, 2021, I made that Mrs. Hudson's in universe death date as well. As sad as this is, she was 84 years old and damn she lived a long life

So in universe she lives long enough to see the dynamic duo become engaged. She lives long enough to see her ship sail

RIP Una Stubbs

I'm definitely stealing this from someone, then again most of these headcanons I'm technically stealing

John goes first with the vows. Sherlock's vision becomes blurry halfway through

Sherlock struggles to get through his part of the vows as he attempts to talk around the sudden emotion building in his throat

Sherlock's wedding vows will include the line "I was so alone and I owe you so much" which gets the tears to come out of hiding as John is reminded of that time, when he'd thought he'd lost Sherlock forever

Sherlock holds John's hand, to ground him and remind him that he hasn't lost him. He's still here

To offset the emotion a little with some humor, another headcanon I'm stealing is that the officiant says Sherlock's full name when they ask him if he takes John as his lawfully wedded husband, because in all of his meticulous wedding planning, Sherlock forgot to tell the officiant not to say his full name

"Do you William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take John Hamish Watson..."

it throws the duo off for a second, but there's no point in fretting over it. The wedding must go on

When it's time to kiss, they are both fully crying. Tears of healing and bliss as they finally reach the moment they've been planning for years. The point that at many points throughout their lives they never thought they'd ever get to see

Sherlock would go out of his way to remove as many of the heteronormative and amatonormative traditions as possible

Even though he's in a romantic relationship, going as far as to get married, he's still greyromantic and can't stand all of the silly traditions

They both take Watson-Holmes as their last name

#bbc sherlock #headcanon #headcanon list #johnlock #johnlock wedding #sherlock holmes #john watson #weddinglock

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sea-owl · 1 year

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Portia at seeing ABC with her pseudo children/niece: Death flags, death flags everywhere! I need to call in the reinforcements.

Cue the next ball where Simon, Michael, and Phillip help keep away their friends from the Bridgertons, much to the Bridgertons annoyance.

But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this. Kate has no interest in being a viscountess but thinks Anthony might make a decent match for Edwina as he was not on Simon's list of bachelors who would not suit Edwina. Besides, if push comes to shove, she and Simon have already agreed to just marry each other for convenience with Edwina's children being their heirs. Simon gets his wish of no children and Kate can continue to run her chai business. After all, someone needs to educate the British on how their tea is wrong.

Sophie swore to never rely on any man for financial independence and is content to work with Philip on making illustrations for his books on plants and helping balance the books for Kate's business. Plus she also helps model dresses for her friend Genevieve Delacroix and even does some lacework for her. She has a wonderful life as it is and while Benedict Bridgerton has a pretty face, she's heard much about it him and is less than impressed. This man is the very embodiment of wealthy male privilege and she has no intentions of being another notch in his bedpost.

Had Penelope not grown up with Simon, Michael, and Philip along she might have found Colin Bridgerton to be charming. Had Penelope not been raised in the company of a firm but loving mother, three wonderful protective and supportive sisters, she may have swooned when Colin Bridgerton came to sign her dance card. Had she not been friends with some of the strongest women she knows, she may have fallen in love with Colin Bridgerton the moment they met. Instead, Penelope danced her dances with him and walked away feeling just about as impressed with him as she had with every other man she'd danced with (aside from Philip that is). Oh he's more handsome than most to be sure and she can see how he may have charmed many a young debutante with his smile and laugh but the whole time they were dancing, he talked extensively about his travels as if she was someone sheltered flower who had never been outside of London. It's shame that he seems to be like most other wealthy men she's met: charming and handsome with no substance. She was honestly relieved when her mother pulled her away after the second dance. Penelope adores her mother looks up to her which means she's good at reading her her and she knows her mother has always been wary of the Bridgertons. Therefor, she has no intentions of furthering her acquaintance with Mr. Colin Bridgerton.

As Portia watches with relief as her precious girls dance with the young men she'd taken under her wing as children, she throws a smirk at a very disgruntled Violet Bridgerton.

Anon: But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this

Me:

That's gotta be my favorite part about this. The spouses are just watching these weirdo Bridgertons flirt with them and they're all just so unimpressed. Kate, Sophie, and Penelope are busy women running their tea, illustrations, and writing businesses. They've got work to do, and don't have time to waste on bloody rakes. Especially second and third son rakes who do nothing but throw away money. Kate should count herself lucky that her weirdo rake at least has a job to make money.

Simon, Phillip, and Michael aren't safe either because Bridgertons D, E, and F have taken an interest in them, much to Violet's delight, and Portia's horror. Is she in some kind of fanficion? She swears this is like one of those AU fanfics her roommate used to write in college claiming that the villains made better love interests than the actual love interests.

The boys aren't too impressed by the Bridgertons either. They have their own stuff going on like running (or soon to be running) their own estates, or gathering data from their experiments. Honestly the only reason they are here is because they want to make sure the girls are okay at these things.

They all have understandings too (Simon and Kate, Michael and Sophie, Phillip and Penelope) that should they need a spouse for convince they would marry each. other. At least with one another they know what they are getting into.

Portia nods her head in approval when all six of them tell her that they have no plans of courtship with the Bridgertons. She then proceeds to throw a victorious smirk towards a disgruntled Violet.

Felicity and Lucy are watching from behind the scenes, recording everything in letters so Gareth doesn't miss out on the drama happening. Honestly Lady Danbury should just get him tutors and have him learn at home like Phillip did. He's missing out on so much drama! They have no idea what awaits them in a few years when two other Bridgertons will finally come of age.

Mary only shakes her head, she knows it is not gonna be that easy. From what she has observed so far the kids and their respective Bridgertons have about as much tension as Portia and Violet do. She might be seeing things too but it looks like the Bridgertons like the chase.

Mary wonders how long it will be before scandal breaks out.

#villianess isekai au #bridgerton #bridgerton spouses #portia featherington #slight mention of couples #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #portia x violet #violet x portia

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Could you give us a little more content / Headcanon of Mama demon Tamayo and its 2 blessings/sons called Rokuta and Nezuko please? they are adorable

In order to answer this Ask as well, I need to first refer people back to the first Ask I got about this for context: basically, Tanjiro is dead and this is the Nezuko and Rokuta show now. Tamayo has essentially raised these children as her own, Rokuta doesn't remember his own mother's face, and the AU left off with Giyuu coming to collect the demons Ubuyashiki in interested in (and collect his haori, which Nezuko stole all those years ago in her getaway). I can also refer to this Ask which also gives more content for this AU!

And again, I also want to started by referring people interested in this AU to @gauekox for the Kaiba AU under development, which expands on this idea. I don't know all the directions that AU is going to go in, though!

So if we're focused here on Mama!Tamayo (Tamamayo?), there here's a doodle and some headcanons:

--Nezuko isn't totally trustworthy around bloody patients; she's a Muzan-made demon, after all. However, despite the desire to chow down, she always fights it, however much physical stress it causes her. Tamayo has figured out that Nezuko's sleep isn't just a retreat from temptation but in fact the way she builds strength, so Tamayo has developed drugs to induce Nezuko to sleep or sleep deeper or stay asleep.

--Nezuko initially saw her mother and Tanjiro in Tamayo and Yushiro, but not being under the effect of Urokodaki's power of suggestion, sees them as Tamayo and Yushiro after she gets a good nap.

--Rokuta never confused Tamayo for his own mother, but over time, Tamayo's face has replaced his memories his own mother. He's admitted this to her, and it doesn't make Tamayo happy, she feels terribly sorry for Kie.

--Yushiro of course doesn't like having to share Tamayo, but does appreciate that he's treated less like a child now that there are actual children in their care. Rokuta learned pretty quick not to get on Yushiro's bad side, so Yushiro accepted him pretty well. As Rokuta grows up, he treats him like they're in the same company but with a difference in superiority. Rokuta goes along with that just fine, so their relationship is very civil.

--Yushiro doesn't like how touchy-feeling and huggy Nezuko is.

--Rokuta and Tamayo talk a lot, and Tamayo encourages him to talk about his family so that he can preserve his memories of them. He winds up talking about Tanjiro/Dad's earrings and Hinokami Kagura, and although it doesn't click for her right away, talking about it on multiple occasions eventually makes her realize that Hinokami Kagura may have ties to Yoriichi, and exactly what Muzan fears most.

--This makes her more willing to cooperate with the Corp, knowing that Giyuu chose to let Nezuko live and that Rokuta's latent skill (or inherited memories) may have a better chance of being effective against Muzan if he receives training in the Corp.

--With all the time that's passed, instead of Tamayo and Yushiro going out on the town together at night, often its Nezuko going around as Tamayo's shopping partner; they pass as a very close mother and daughter pair and Nezuko gets to wear a hat and gloves and western style dresses. Her speech is simplistic and juvenile, but she's gotten more practice than in canon.

--Nezuko likes to be babied by Tamayo, but always asserts than she's the one to protect Rokuta and doesn't act babyish with him. She does act babyish with Yushiro and gets said when he snaps at her. Tamayo scolds him and then he gets mad at Nezuko for getting him in trouble. It's their endless cycle.

#Kamado Rokuta #Tamayo #Yushiro #Yushirou #Kamado Nezuko

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 73

It's always more suspicious when there doesn't seem to be anything off to start with ... oh, yes, here we go. So it's humiliate Mercer time ... Matt: "WHAT ARE YOU, RIEGEL?!!!" Sam (weeping profusely): "I'm nobody!"

Laura: "Oh, I love a skit that doesn't outstay it's welcome." XD Yeah ...

How is it that Laura CONSISTENTLY manages to tank her openings? I mean it's adorable. :3

"Dead .. men ... tell ... no ... tales ..."

Wow ... way to derail the game in the opening moments, Riegel. With a t-shirt no less ...

"I believe I can Scry!" XD

Raving sbout Beau's abs ... I love it ...

Laura (angrily, at Sam): "Don't show it! DON'T SHOW IT!!!" Travis, the CEO (cringing): "I did wonder what you were thinking."

Sam: "So what do I roll?" Matt: "Nothing! You don't ROLL for Scrying!" Travis: "EIGHT YEARS!!! EIGHT YEARS we've been playing this!"

So where IS D at? Aside from just on the Menagerie Coast? Sam rolls SHITE for perception. Matt: "Somewhere nice."

Laura: "You don't deserve this." She confiscates the Gilmour Dice. Travis: "Ooh, lost privileges!"

Ghost tattoos? Intriguing ...

Chetney: "I have ink." Imogen: "You have paint." Chetney: "What's the difference?" Taliesin: "Half the audience just groaned in pain."

Ashton's trying to smooth talk his way into a free tattoo ... persuasion check! 12? Hmmmm ... on one condition? Ah ... oh, he WANTS IT to hurt? Okay ...

Ashton: "Honestly? If it doesn't hurt it's kind of YOUR fault."

Now Orym's suggesting THEY ALL get a tattoo to commemorate all this shit ... oh, Chetney DOES have ink? Okay then ...

Bertrand's face? Matt: "Like the Steve-O tattoo?" LOL

No, they're NOT scared. These folk have SEEN SOME SHIT ...

No mutiny. Bad idea. At least wait until AFTER you get where you're going.

Is this the first the rest of them have heard sbout Delilah still being there in Laudna's head? Oof ...

No, she did not actually EAT ANY CHILDREN, Fearne.

Laudna thinks the soul-eating might be "problematic". Insert Nic Cage meme: "You don't say!"

Oh, "Keith"? Hey! Laudna: "Hi, Kevin." Kyle (deflating): "That's okay."

Whispers for Fearne! Again Sam has nothing prepared. He is becoming an embarrassment. XD

Oh my gods that is such an unconvincing speech, Kyle (or whatever your name is).

Imogen: "Do we want Delilah to get stronger?" Hmmmmmm ...

Ashton: "I believe in sacrifices, not casualties."

Yes, I like that idea. Chetney should make Kyle a name tag.

Aha ... planning tattoos ...

Taco Bell? Laura: "Live mas and check you Gmail." XD

Scrying on Delilah ... oh boy ... it's a bust? Hmmmmm ... ask the Changebringer? Or look into Laudna's dreams? Oh boy again ...

Imogen actually suggesting letting Laudna suck a little bit of her soul to stir Delilah ... yeah, I dunno how I feel about that ... I mean it's incredibly romantic, but still ...

So it's a surreal bust after all ... good or bad sign? I don't know, and I don't like it.

Fearne tries to get into the Captain's Quarters ... oof ... might be better if she CAN'T get in there.

Peeing ... OVERBOARD? Lovely ...

A flirty persuasion check? 21? Oh boy ... so ... is that a date? I'm so confused. Apparently so is the Captain ...

Ooh ... Cyrillia again ... she really is creepy ...

FCG's tattoo is basically ETCHED ... XD

Captain Novos: "The Moon's out." Oh, so here we go then ...

Completing vengeance ... oh, ENDING BLOODLINES?!!! Oh boy ...

Dusty musty bed, but ... Nice ... oh, here we go ... so he's ACTUALLY in the mood for something more? Novos: "You offer some of your warmth?" O.O Oh, so this is JUST a ghostly bootie call ... and that's actually kind of sweet ...

Oh dear ... has she killed the mood? Say goodbye? Persuasion check ... 26 ... hmmm ...

Great, that bloody talking sword again ... wait ... it didn't speak to the Captain? Hmmm ...

Wow ... oh, so she's ACTUALLY DOING THIS ... Novos (nervous): "It's been a long time." Oh, she's just gonna spoon him? Ye gods ... oh, I love that he's actually ENJOYING being the Little Spoon ... Ashley: "... where are we going with this?" LOL

A con save? Seriously? Magical effect? Hmmmm ...

Oh she is going to "relinquish the warmth she promised" ... blimey ... oh shit ... is this gonna be a problem? Oh my ...

PERMANENT 5 point hit point reduction? Shit ... and another think that Matt will discuss with her at the break? Fucking hell, Ashley!

Cyrillia is SHADOWING the Captain? Interesting ...

Orym is STEALING her spyglass? Really? Laura: "It's a running theme."

Whoa ... is Cyrillia JEALOUS of Fearne and the Captain? Interesting ... "You gave him WARMTH?" Oh shit ...

Oh no, is this about to kick off? Cyrillia: "The Captain's MINE ... charge!" O.O

How does Ashley KEEP cocking her persuasion roll? 7? Crap ...

So ... has Fearne just made an enemy?

Fearne: "I did not take anything from her ... Orym." Orym: "... oddly specific."

Whoa ... awkward wake-up call ... Novos: "Maybe you need to work through the nausea and then it gets good." Fearne: "Oh, I've heard that one before."

Imogen's fucking with Cyrillia with the voice in her head ... but in a kind way? Oh boy ... "Offer your warmth ..."

Wow ... is Fearne actually playing MATCHMAKER for these two right now? Oh my gods it's actually working ...

Fearne: "You are a queen, and I want you to go in there and take what you want."

OH ... MY ... GOD!!!

Cyrillia: "Captain, perhaps we stop dancing around this thing and just ... make our own fire." OH MY GOD!!!

And that's a break! No shit ... O.O

Oh, they're gone FOR A WHILE?!!! Oh boy ... Holy shit ... there's like STEAM and stuff coming out and everything ...

Laudna's sending Pate in to spy ... oh boy ... ah, just a really really STEAMY WINDOW ...

I love how Pate is disappointed Laudna won't let him get inside fir a closer look ...

"I'm fucking Kyle" ... hmmm ...

FCG: "Did we Pleasantville this ship?" Orym: "Either thar or there's a new Captain." XD

Steam pouring out ... Cyrillia is coming out with a "gentle, confident waltz"? Wow ... and the Captain is confident too ... and LIMPING ...

Keeping up appearances ... :3

Novos: "I don't like hoe easily you dismiss my aggression ... but I respect it."

Oh my gods Cyrillia has him so whipped now ... XD

Wow ... they're really making a full blown dance party ...

Is FCG really putting the All Minds Burn drugs into the brownies? Is he about to kill or at least seriously traumatise everybody?

Laudna's gonna do FACE PAINTING ...

FCG turns himself into a remix box while Fearne plays dulcimer and pan flute a-la Bob Dylan ... Matt's trying to find some party music ...

Oh, "I'm Kyle, you fucks!" That's more like it ...

Oof ... Orym damn near got rumbled there ... eep ...

Dancing! Yay!

Ah ... landfall means the end of festivities ... nuts ...

Novos: "There was ... no ... LIMBO." XD

Crap ... overboard? Oof ...

They really are the most adorable crew of cursed ghost pirates I've ever encountered. :3

Awwwww ... Fearne made a new girl friend ... I love it.

Oof ... that's brisk ...

Kalutha ... okay then ...

Signs of abandoned civilisation? Interesting ...

Marisha sneezes and gives herself a brainspasm ... Matt: "Wow, I've never seen her sneeze and only part of her come back up."

Is Ashton vibing with this place? Maybe ...

Ooh, driftwood for Chetney ...

Laudna sends Pate to explore the caves.

Nice, pretty seashell ... :3

Pitons? People have been here before, clearly ... oooh, looks like this could be a smart route.

Weird jungle landscape ...

Ashton's already checking the other cave out. Orym goes with, as he should.

Just a little recessed cave, but with another campsite. Okay then. Ooh, tools ...

Orym: "Chet, you need a whetstone?" Chetney: "No, I'm always sharp." Oof ...

Trying to climb up ... oh dear, Orym somewhat embarrasses himself ...

Whoa ... so even WITH a rope those are some MISERABLE rolls ... ouch, this is just AWFUL ... whoa, a point of EXHAUSTION? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Chetney sniffing the cave out a bit ...

A nice citrus smell? Oh, that's like SO unbelievably suspicious ...

Moving rocks? Oh for fuck's sake ...

Scales and slithering? Great ... that can't be good ... some kind of worm? Crap ...

Bollocks ... even though he's invisible it's encircling him ... not good at all ... Horn of Silent Alarm? Okay then ...

Chet gives Imogen a headache. "He's in trouble!"

"Sicilian"? But spelt different ...

Trouble! Crap!

FCG casts Death Ward on Ashton.

Fuck, this thing is NIGHTMARE FUEL ...

Chetney tries to wolf out as quietly as possible ... and somehow actually MANAGES IT too ... oh, but it doesn't work? Crap ... ROLL INITIATIVE!!! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Battlemap time! Yay!

Matt has LOST THE MINIS, ladies and gentlemen. Oh my gods Mercer, that is UNBELIEVABLE ...

Oh good, he's finding them now ...

Awwww, Sprinkle! Laura: "I missed him!" Travis (Sprinkle voice): "What fresh new hell is this?"

Ashton runs into PITCH DARKNESS and winds up bouncing off walls to get to him. RAGE!!! Yay!

Fearne is ALSO just feeling her way round ... oh, okay ... she casts Daylight. Nice! Here we go ...

Mister is CHUCKING FLAMING SHIT!!! And it falls short ... crap. Literally ...

Yay! Turmoil! Chetney takes a swipe at the heads ... both hit! 12 and 9 altogether, including fire damage. Great ... and he takes 12 points of acid damage in return? Crap ...

FCG uses Misty Step for the first time using the staff ... oh, he takes damage doing it? Ouch ... and he Sympathetically Binds himself to the others ...

The thing takes 2 mandible attacks ... misses Chetney ... but HITS FCG ... 22 points of slashing damage AND 7 points of acid damage? Wait ... oh what the FUCK IS THAT?!!! Oh that is HORRIBLE!!! Gods, Mercer ... oof ... another 34 points of acid damage ... AND IT'S PULLING HIM IN?!!! FUCK!!!

Oh my gods they're showing each other stuff on their phones of the creatures that really do this ...

Fuck me, this thing can SELF HEAL?!!!

Form of Dread! Yeah! Laudna Chill Touches the fucker ... barely hits ... 6 Necrotic damage, but also can't regain hit points for a turn ... Nice.

Imogen casts Hungry Torrent? Whoa ... oh, now that is pretty cool ...

Orym attacks FROM A DISTANCE with Seedling ... nice ... CRIT!!! Yes! 20 slashing damage! Sweet ...

Travis: "There! The crevasse! Fill it ... with your mighty juice!"

Ashton BOOSTS EVERYBODY'S ATTACKS for the next turn? Full advantage? AND inflicts 38 points of damage? Holy shit ... and another hit ... another 22 points of damage! Go barbarian go!

LAIR ACTION?!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!

Oh gods, a RAIN OF LARVAE?!!! And now it's just RAINING acid damage, essentially.

Fearne casts some Scorching Rays ... Nice, ALL THREE hit ... six D6 of damage ... 28 points? Oh, nice ...

And now Mister with his little gun? Cool ... 7 points ... oh well, every one counts ...

"Anime shockwave blast"? Sweet ... Chetney inflicts 18 points of Thunder Damage with Turmoil AND casts Blood Curse of Bloated Agony! Yay! AND he amplifies it too ...

Sam: "But I wanna cast MORE THAN one spell per turn." Matt: "Yeah, I know."

FCG uses Misty Step to jump away again, then uses his action to hide because he can't do ANYTHING ELSE.

Oof ... dextrous fucker ... slithering away ... attacking Ashton now ... and it misses ... meanwhile there are MANY Godfather jokes ...

Oh, essentially it manages go KNOCK ITSELF BACK!!! And then does its disgusting stomach attack again ...

Fearne takes 36 points of acid damage ... also Imogen and Laudna? Crap ... AND they're pulled towards it too ... NOOOOOOO!!!

Laudna casts Blight and it Crit Fails! Yes! 45 points of Necrotic damage? BEAUTIFUL!!! And it's Frightened of her too! Yes ... and now Chill Touch TOO?!!! Sweet ... AND SHE CRITS!!! OH MY GODS!!! 20 points of Cold damage! YEAH!!!

Imogen throws 3 Psychic Lances at it ... 7 D6 of damage? Oof ... 25 points of Psychic damage! Yes! And it's incapacitated ... then she Quickens a spell to shoot Mind Sliver at it ... another 7 points of Psychic damage!

Orym jumps ON TOP OF IT?!!! That means he's TAKING ACID DAMAGE while he's attacking! Goading Attack ... second hit ... Pushing attack ... 18 points of slashing damage ... Action Surge! Go Fighter boy! Another 14 points! Yeah, he is FUCKING THIS THING UP!!! One more hit ... another 11 points!

Ashton delivers another 21 points, then another 28 ... and gets the HDYWTDT!!! YES!!! One if its heads just EXPLODES before it just bleeds out while trying to escape ... phew ...

So Pate didn't see it? Crap ... "I don't have eyes!" Bugger, that's right ...

It's still twitching so Ashton hits it again, taking dome more damage while he's at it.

Orym is a mess ... yes, they all need some serious healing! Best get to it.

Checking the rest of the tunnel ... another noise? Is that more slithering? Crap ... oh thank fuck, it's just an underground tidal river ... phew ...

Okay, clearly there are so many abandoned camps because this thing has been EATING all the explorers.

Ooh, loot! Yay ... crap, Chetney's fancy spell broke some of the weapons. Nuts ...

Woe steel? Interesting ... sacred to the Ossended Host ... a natural plus1 weapon? Intriguing ...

Weird brown stone pendant in a little cage? Hmmm ... a Raito Charm, of the Aishio Culture. Woof ... this is all fancy shit ...

Taking a short rest ...

Ah, some fresh bones for Laudna. Big hog skulls ... interesting.

Grim Psychometry! Cool ... oh, poor bastard.

Yes. Get to the surface. Enough of this unpleasant stinky cave.

The creeping jungle valley of Kalutha. Nice. Very pretty. To the mountains, then. And the tree.

And that's it ...

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How do you come up with names for your ocs? They're so cool!

hehehe I'll never get tired of answering this question, I love talking ab naming them <3

ALOIS LEBLANC came from a list of 15th century French boys names and I liked how it means famous warrior bc it suits him. The Leblanc house is a huge name in the night court and he might have suffered great loss but he came back with vengeance and reclaimed the estate and status that his family has lost as its last remaining member - this was a all the talk of the night court for decades when they found that the Leblanc house had not, in fact, been entirely wiped out. Leblanc simply means 'the white' as it relates to the albinism gene in his family - you can read all about the significance of albinism in house Leblanc here.

NASANA is just based on the phonetic sound! It's an entirely made-up name and I liked how the consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel pattern with the s in there gives his name a slithery sound - very fitting for a naga!

TAKESHI was actually chosen by @edenspetals from a list of names that I had (I'd already looked into the meanings though and liked the warrior theme to the name as it suits Takeshi's bloody past). She's got the biggest sway over my creation of his character hehe

DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA was very nearly called Adrienne because it means 'dark lady from the sea' which suits a dark-haired siren very well! (As I write this I'm considering making it her middle name hehe). However I left the choice between Desdemona and Adrienne down to @itseivwhore who chose Desdemona! I really enjoyed studying Othello and Desdemona was one of my favourite characters. My Des and Shakespeare's are two very different women but I quite like the contrast. Desdemona means 'ill-fated' which I think it fitting for a siren who was born from a human woman's violent death. Nausikáa means 'burner of ships' - perhaps a link to how she died? She cannot remember ;)

APHAELEON definitely has the most metaphoric name. It's a different spelling of the astronomical term 'aphelion' which is simply something's furthest point of orbit from the sun. In this metaphor, the sun represents holiness and Aphae's name therefore puts him at the furthest point from holiness but he has convinced himself that his way, his aphelion actually makes him more holy than anything that's ever been seen before. Aphae has a lot of solar imagery to him, right down to his name!

VA'ARINIEL is another entirely name up name that took me around an hours to come up with I think lol. I knew that I wanted her to have a sharp and uncommon letter at the start of the name like a V or Z and the apostrophe was to name her name seem unusual/uncommon to emphasise the distance between our world and the fae court. The -iniel' ending was to make her name seem more feminine and is inspired by fem Tolkien elves!

TARUQU'INEL is another name up name. I really loved the name Tarhuinn from a Wattpad book (Children of the Water) that I read years ago and so his name is based off that one. I've always adored the name! I wanted Taruqu'inel's name to be able to be shortened to something a little more playful too in order to convey his stolen youth and how he's much softer than his advisors make him out to be so Taru was perfect! The '-inel' ending was to match Va'ari's but for different reasons. @itseivwhore suggested I do so to emphasise their familial relation and I thought it was right to do so and wouldn't name his name seem feminine unlike Va'ari's as it had the stronger, sharper R and Q sounds. (I'm sorry but so much of this is just based on my own phonetic perceptions lol).

KHIONE was actually decided in a poll!! The most popular results were Winter, Delwyn or Khione and Khione won! Khione means 'snow' (fitting for an ice dragon) and is based on a nymph of Greek mythology who was turned into a snow cloud by Hermes!

#✧･ﾟBY THE STREAM

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absurditii · 2 years

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What I Would Do With FNAF: Security Breach

SPOILER WARNING but it's been out for 6+ months so no duh

DISCLAIMER: This isn't an attack on SteelWool, Scott, or anyone who worked on the game. It also certainly isn't meant to be taken as a professional critique on the current game, but simply my opinions and how I think it could be improved to be one of the best names in the franchise than how low it ended up being rated.

DISCLAIMER 2: I don't hate the game at all! In fact, I enjoyed it when it first came out and praised it to hell and back. Then... reality hit me and I couldn't blindly adore it anymore, especially since I became infatuated with horror games as a whole and have a better understanding on the experience they're supposed to give.

Originally, I was going to make my own comic basically rewriting the game and have it fit with the dark and disturbing nature the franchise was born from, then I realised that as passionate as I was about it, I wouldn't nearly have enough time or the right art style to convey what it should. Thankfully, someone else I found on Twitter has decided to do the same thing, so I would recommend keeping up to date with them if you're a fan of the true horror and creepiness of the games.

THE PREDECESSOR

VR: Help Wanted had set my expectations super high for Security Breach, and considering how it was made by such a relatively small studio and how well it turned out, it was only natural for me to have those thoughts.

Help Wanted captured the FNAF experience almost perfectly, with the tension and stress of wanting to conserve power in the first four recreated games, the feeling of vulnerability of seeing these massive mascots slowly approach your office with not so much as a door or a mask to protect you, of helplessness as a dying child tries to overcome the nightmares of the once lovable characters he took comfort in torment his final moments in his dreams.

Not to mention the extra mini-games we were given (the vent repairs being a personal favourite. seriously they're bloody terrifying).

But what they managed to do so well as the studio that would continue the franchise is how seamlessly they managed to work with the lore and trend of making the lore just vague enough to make sense and build solid theories on, all while sticking with the story that was told beforehand to create a new chapter in the same universe.

Sure, is Afton "coming back" overdone by this point? I think most of us can agree that it is. But on the other hand, knowing that such a sinister force will never truly disappear is something that only this franchise can really keep, as the despair that none of the involved children, adults, and anyone else can truly move on from an incident that snowballed several decades into the future, without any sign of stopping.

So when Vanny was introduced, even if she was influenced by the Afton virus and was technically somewhat under his control, it at least works with the theme that he "always comes back". He may not physically be back, but the destruction surrounding him will always find a way to torment any of the lives that are unfortunate enough to cross him.

With all this considered, and how Security Breach's new DLC basically confirms that the "Afton Ending" is supposed the true ending, is blood-boiling to no end.

But THAT point in particular will be brought up later. For now, let's take the rest of this slow.

THE TRAILERS

Another thing I think the fandom can agree on is that Security Breach clearly was supposed to be completely different to what we got, but ended up being rushed and ended up as it is.'

From the trailers, we can tell how Vanny was supposed to be a much more prominent threat, and that Vanessa and possibly even Gregory's personalities were going to be much more different.

Watching and listening to the trailers before the release, I was convinced I was going to have an experience intended to be what FNAF 4 was on steroids. Instead of nightmares, you would have to be running from a very real threat that wanted me dead and found the hunt to be as fun as a game of tag, only with knives.

Now, I know that not everything seen in trailers makes it into the final product, but cutting out who was supposed to be the primary antagonist is not something any game should do.

To compare a villain with not so much direct screen-time, let's look at Handsome Jack from Borderlands 2. While he was hardly ever on screen, he still had plenty of time for his character to shine as a villain through all of his voice lines and the consequences of his actions that we would see on screen, even though he wasn't directly there. Vanny was robbed even of voice lines, many uncut lines being giggles that could have worked wonders for the atmosphere alone, but also add to her disturbing nature.

I'll discuss more of her character in a separate section too, before this part gets too off-track.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Now, this isn't going to be me talking about how I would remake the trailer by any means. This is more of a change of genre to link with the whole story.

Security Breach should have been a survival horror game, similar to Outlast 2 as just an example off the top of my head.

Gregory is portrayed in the trailer to be out of breath, scared, needing to hide with the help of Freddy as often as needed. Gregory is in a massive mall essentially, and as a growing boy, he's going to struggle to not only stay awake for so long (assuming he was awake for the entire day prior), he's going to get hungry. As Freddy said, Gregory has to keep moving to avoid getting caught.

Security Breach should not have ended up as the extended fetch quest we got. We should have been finding scraps of food to keep Gregory full of enough energy to run if he needs to, to find relatively safe places to rest (and even pass time ever so quicker) before needing to find his feet again to escape Vanny or the other Glamrocks' clutches.

Freddy should know as much as Gregory when it comes to knowing where specific items he might have that aren't merchandise from the establishment are located.

THE ATMOSPHERE

Even when I was praising the game and believing it could do no wrong (until I got soft-locked, lost so much progress, and encountered several bugs), one thing about the game I never particularly liked was the atmosphere.

If the establishment is closing up, why are the lights still on? Why does Vanessa need to carry a flashlight with her when every room is full of neon lights? All in all, for a business that is supposed to be closed (and as even said by Freddy, have power given solely to charging stations at the end of each hour), why is most of the power still on? What purpose does it serve other than to the player themselves? Even if it was for the players' sake, we were given lighting settings in the menu to help adjust for our needs.

Hell, as someone who can hardly see anything in dim lighting in games, it was a saviour. But to still have the light coming from the environment itself? It's a bit unnecessary.

The only area I can understand the power being on for is the SuperStar Daycare, because it would at least make sense from a narrative stand-point, especially considering the amount of lore that surrounds the Daycare Attendant.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

In the beginning of the game, I can understand the lights still being on. It's the final call for visitors to leave the Pizzaplex before closing up at 12AM, and everyone needs to be escorted out as soon as possible.

Once the announcement over the intercom says "intiating nighttime protocols", watching the doors close right before Gregory's eyes along with the lights in the main lobby shut off one-by-one, with the neon sign at the front being the final to flicker off would truly make the atmosphere turn from the "kid-friendly establishment" to a massive maze that needs to be traversed and scavenged for the next 6 hours of survival with nothing but a flashlight you would find at the Daycare's security desk.

Sound design: give Vanny back her cut giggles once she's introduced, make the player feel the need to look behind them even when they aren't sandwiched between security bots. Make gregory hear the laughs of children, make him question his own sanity by asking Freddy "did you hear that?" only for the answer to be "hear what?" Make the Princess Quest arcade games emit glitch-like noises, something to beckon the player to them instead of just hoping that it's recognisable to those that dug into the mobile version of Help Wanted. Have the scrapped staff bots in the sewers cry and groan distortedly. Instead of spawning Moon in front of Gregory when the power in the daycare goes out, have the jingles of the bells surround Gregory for a certain amount of time before his model comes into view.

Those are only a couple of ideas I had off the top of my head, but there are so many areas that need more sound design to make the atmosphere truly more unsettling after-hours.

THE GAME MECHANICS

I briefly mentioned the flashlight just before, but there are more important game mechanics that I believe just got overlooked, so I'll go over them in points.

Faz Watch

The first item we are given in the game, and undoubtedly the most used. From messages, to maps, to cameras, and missions, it just feels easily forgotten until you start the game from the beginning again and have to collect it.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Firstly, the messages system is dumb, and I'll gladly cover the extra parts of it in my point about the collectibles. You only ever get ONE actual message, and that's from Freddy at the very beginning. When it was set up, I was expecting it to function almost as a form of comfort for Gregory, where Freddy and even Vanessa could send messages to Gregory in a subtle manner, even as a unique hint system? Say if you were stuck on a mission, the player could ask Freddy for help, and he would provide hints that would be realistic for his character to say without holding our hand the entire way because, like us, he's also as clueless on a lot of what's going on, and can only make educated guesses.

The only other gripe I have with the Fazwatch is the camera system. What could be incredibly useful in the pizzaplex would be if there was a luring system, similar to FNAF 3, where Gregory could play a sound that could temporarily distract the animatronics, granted for a shorter time than physical distractions. For extra points for only using it wisely and sparingly, with such advanced AI the animatronics have in this game, they could catch onto what Gregory is doing, and will have a line that signals that audio lures won't work on them anymore; "very funny, kid. Now, come on out!", "No more playing around", etc.

There could be another tab on the Fazwatch titled "notes", where Gregory can write his own thoughts on anything important he's come across as well, which could also allow for him to hint at his own background/character.

Collectibles

Every collectible item, regardless of importance or usefulness, is in the same wind-up music box. Does it fit the theme of a children-friendly establishment? Absolutely, but I think there should have been other methods to obtaining certain items throughout the game.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

I don't think it's a totally bad idea, but I would keep the wind-ups solely for merchandise and extra collectibles, including the gold plushies for the fire escape ending. That includes merch shirts, posters, figurines, and anything else that isn't deemed an upgrade or tool.

For important items, having their own models be rendered and glowing (like bandages and batteries from Outlast 2) would work better to tell the player of their significance. I remember acquiring a hoodie for the first time and thinking "this should be for stealth, right?" but not really knowing for sure, just making an assumption. Similarly, the fizzy fazz items could come from certain vending machines scattered throughout the pizzaplex, and would need to be interacted with to get the stamina increase.

Which, actually, should be a little extra thing added. Those important items should have keys pop up and say "stamina has increased" or "you can now run faster" or "your stealth has increased by 30%, animatronics will take slightly longer to notice you" or something.

Duffle bags

Like I said before, the messaging system is dumb. But what's even dumber is how you obtain the messages in the first place (seriously what the hell are digital items doing in a physical bag???). They attempt to give hints to certain missions, some elude to some lore, and others are just... useless.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Like I said with the Faz Watch messages, I think it would be better to have the hints given by Freddy (maybe Vanessa too but not so much).

I made a post on this a while ago, but I proposed the idea of Gregory being gifted with a sixth sense of some kind. There could be an item that he's drawn to (where any bags containing lore were located), still having that glow beneath them, and the game enters some kind of mini-cutscene where the incident in question plays out, and Gregory instead makes notes on his fazwatch on what he just saw.

Another idea for how to implement the lore of the game outside of these key memory-items could be notes that Gregory comes across in staff-only rooms that talk about the history, other employees, Vanessa, etc. He would also make note of these, and like with the vent in Fazer Blast, Gregory could have a verbal cue by saying "what? Missing kids...?" and other things as the game progresses.

Elevator

It's just a disguised loading screen, which we all know, but apparently there were supposed to be conversations between Freddy and Gregory during these parts.

Linked to how I would change the duffle bags, it would be interesting to see Gregory bring up what he's found to Freddy, and they both discuss it and try to piece the puzzle together.

Flashlight

I hate how there are so many charging stations for the flashlight. It doesn't feel like an important tool, because you have so much power over how often and how much it gets charged everywhere. I feel like I can forget to turn off the flashlight without any consequences because "it's alright, there's a charging station just over there". There aren't any stakes or worries about the battery running low, because you always have a safe place to replenish it. Horror shouldn't feel safe, or at least not have every place feel safe.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

For a survival horror game, batteries should be a resource scattered throughout the pizzaplex, something that's limited and precious. Just like in Outlast 2 (so many comparisons i know shush), batteries should have their own models with a glow that lets the players know of its location.

If the charging stations were to be kept, then there should be a limit of 2 per area at most, and an rechargeable battery should be one of, if not the most difficult item to obtain in the game, and can only be achieved after a sequence of events (idk what i'm just throwing the ideas here).

Fazer Blaster + Faz Cam

Honestly, these are probably the only items that I don't have an issue with. They have a fair recharge time, can only be used a certain amount of times, and their effects are fairly made. No complaints or changes I would make for these (except have the Faz Cam be its own collectible model like the Fazer Blaster tbh)

Hiding Places

Now I can only speak for myself here, but I've only ever had Chica check hiding spots and catch me in them. Roxy has checked photobooths, but has never caught me in them, and that's only in the West Arcade.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

Now the amount of hiding spots I think are alright, they make sense for the size of the pizzaplex, and their placements also make a reasonable amount of sense. I would just have the AI check hiding places more often

Distractions

Again. I think there's a reasonable amount of distractions, and sensible locations for where they are for the most part, my only complaint is how they're single-use.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

If the Daycare Attendant first focussed on cleaning up any distractions that were made and could be seen doing just that before coming to eat Gregory's toes it would just be kinda neat idk. Or maybe just like- a sign around the distractions like glitter glue on the floor or something. Ofc it's just a small detail but I just think it would be cool and make a lot of sense, y'know

THE STORY

Whatever story that the game was supposed to show us ended up being completely cut. Just like the trailers, there was clearly some big plans for the game, especially with the DLC that's being worked on now, so it's not like SteelWool didn't care about telling a story, they just failed to portray it as well as it could have.

Genuinely, I can't really think of anything to put that could describe the story except "Gregory is trapped after hours and has to survive". Like... There's nothing.

HOW I WOULD DO IT:

First and foremost, there wouldn't be any censoring. It will actually be as dark as the rest of the franchise.

The beginning of the game would remain the same, with the same sequence of events up until the end of the Daycare boss fight. Only, during the early tutorial section, if Gregory decides to go through the janitor closet, he will encounter his first clue as to the events that Fazbear Entertainment is trying to keep under wraps from the public (bc they're known for sweeping things under the rug). This sparks Gregory to start thinking "wait, what does this mean?" and throws him into wanting to uncover more of the secrets of the Pizzaplex, with Vanny's first appearance being his third piece of the puzzle.

When Gregory first talks about his findings to Freddy, Freddy is shocked to hear about the disappearances, and feels ashamed of being the mascot of the brand.

The same sequence of events to achieve the next necessary security pass will happen up until Gregory is caught by Vanessa.

Instead of being immediately transported to the lost and found, Vanessa (her character being much more like how she was portrayed in the trailer) would be relieved to have finally found him and would give him a frustrated lecture on why he shouldn't be here, that it isn't safe to be here. Gregory calls out Vanessa on how she is noticeably anxious and so blurts out something along the lines of "there's someone that will come to get me, isn't there?!"

Vanessa hesitates, but decides the admit that if he isn't careful, that someone might, and that was why she was trying to find him in the first place. She links up her own Fazwatch to his and tells him to send her a message if there's anything wrong, and that she would make sure to alert him for any reason and to just do what she says, then brings him to the Lost and Found, telling him that she's going to try and call his parents or the police to come and get him in the meantime.

After this encounter, Gregory no longer believes Vanessa to be a threat and actually starts to trust her. Once he's locked in the Lost and Found, Freddy starts to message Gregory and ask about his whereabouts. Gregory explains the situation, and the player is encouraged to look and collect anything of use in the room until he receives a series of texts from Vanessa telling him that he needs to get out of the L&F and find somewhere to hide.

A timer, or the Vanny Meter, will start, with Vanny soon appearing on the TV screens and voice over the intercom.

Gregory will of course manage to escape in time and head to the main stage and eventually find Freddy, who looks more beat up and is acting weird, a lot more robotic than before. He assures Gregory that he's okay, but that he needs to taken to the Parts and Service to get himself fixed up.

Once Gregory gets out of the hallway that is infested with Security Bots, he's forced into another game of hide and seek with Vanny, who bursts into the room and taunts him knowing that he's there. Gregory will have to listen out for Vanny's location in the dark, use the cameras sparingly, and move around as to avoid Vanny checking hiding spots and catching him. This segment will have a timer (similar to Roxy and Monty investigating the security office between the prize corner and arcade), and will end with Vanny getting impatient and decide that Gregory must have already escaped to somewhere else. This section will also recquire Gregory to hold his breath in hiding places when Vanny gets too close.

One thing to sum up is that Vanny will be the primary antagonist and will greatly affect the choices the player will have to make to survive

Honestly, there's so much more I can add to this, but I'll stop this section here for now. I'll add the extra details later on, because this is the most important thing I was thinking about:

Once Gregory learns Freddy can be upgraded with the parts from the other Glamrocks, it is now presented as a choice. As the player, you can decide whether or not you shatter the animatronics. If you still choose to dismantle them, Freddy will become suspicious of Gregory's motives and slowly begin to lose trust in him. It will take more prompting the more upgrades you get for him to hide in his chest hatch. In this path, he also becomes more and more corrupted by the Afton virus, and eventually he becomes another obstacle out to catch Gregory.

If the player chooses to not dismantle the characters, Gregory can play the Princess Quest games to sever the connection that cause the Afton virus to have its affect on the animatronics. An optional save in this route is The Daycare Attendant, where you have to complete the Balloon Boy's World game until you encounter the Eclipse glitch.

In this route, playing the Princess Quest games each save one of the animatronics, but progressively cause Vanny to become even more unhinged and dangerous of a threat.

Okay, this is all I really have the energy to write. If anyone wants to know more details, I'll probably add onto this post as a thread at some point. I'm just glad to finally get these things off my chest tbh lmfao

Remember to not take this as a critique, this is just how I personally would have done the game if I could

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maesterchill · 2 years

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I recently participated in the infamous Firewhiskey Fic challenge for the first time! And I won a category! Wheee! My prize was this adorable banner made by @unmistakablyoatmeal (sdk)! Big thanks to the mods torino10154 and sdk for organising 🎃🥃

Punkie Night

(Drarry, 597 words, Teen)

Challenge prompts used: Godric's Hollow, Jack-o'-lantern, Graveyard, Nearly Headless Nick, Bewitch. Content: Mild spice, Annoyed Draco, Grumpy Draco, Halloween stuff, West Country traditions, lucky omens (too many), gratuitous use of the word 'fucking'. (Punkie Night is a traditional West Country holiday practised on the last Thursday of October in Somerset)

Summary: Draco and Harry are far from perfect people. Which somehow makes them perfect for each other. But it's Punkie Night this evening. And Draco's beginning to think he's the one who's been punked.

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Draco is very fucking irritated.

He stands sullenly by the window of their cottage in Godric's Hollow, looking out onto an entirely too cheery day. The sun is fucking shining. Starlings are fucking singing. There are cabbage-white butterflies flitting gaily outside the window. It's October, for fuck’s sake! He opens the window to shoo them away and the warm smell of woodsmoke comes wafting in. That won't do.

Potter, of bloody course, is still asleep—the bastard. Not only that, but he's sprawled himself right across their bed, so Draco couldn't even crawl back in if he wanted to. Which he does want to, rather badly. He won’t, though, because he's got important things to worry about. Though he does yearn a bit for the three more hours of sleep he's going to keep needing every night if Potter keeps insisting on doing that thing with his tongue that takes for-fucking-ever, but mother of fucking Merlin makes Draco just— Well anyway, Draco thinks, Potter better keep insisting on doing it. Salazar, he loves what a wild tumult this man is. His man. Loves how they clash and bicker and how they both fuck up now and then, but also how they comfort and soothe and care and how very, very fucking greedy they are for each other and how they respect and understand each other so very deeply. And gahhh…

He pulls the ring box out of his pocket, toying with the little clasp on the front. It springs open in an obnoxiously enthusiastic way, as if it just can't fucking wait one more second. The sunlight from outside glints off the gold band, sparkling brighter than a Lumos. Taunting him. Urging him.

He hears singing and looks out the window again. A group of children have started dancing around in circle on the outskirts of the graveyard holding jack-o-lanterns made from what look to be mangel-wurzels, and they're singing. At nine o’clock in the fucking morning! On a Sunday!

It's Punkie Night tonight It's Punkie Night tonight Give us a candle, give us a light If you haven't a candle, a Knut's alright

They're all dressed up in costumes, he can see one is a skeleton, one lad has cleverly managed to dress as Nearly Headless Nick, bloodied ruff and all, one girl is in full Auror regalia, and one child is just in a large black raggedy cloth which he assumes is supposed to be a Dementor. That takes him back. He’d spent ages making those sodding costumes in third year.

He almost chuckles, but he grits his teeth against it. It's all too appallingly cute—he can barely stand it.

A cat, black as obsidian, pops out of the hedge at the left of the front garden, swivels its ears, looks up at the window, and then slinks across to the right, disappearing behind a bin. Draco wants to scream at the barefaced omen of it. What next, will a rainbow appear in the sky? A four-leafed fucking clover flutter onto the windowsill?

He looks back to Potter, spread-eagled on the bed with his pyjama bottoms on inside out, hair an absolute tangled mess, looking more adorable than he really has a right to.

He feels set up, as if someone’s bewitched the day to be fucking flawless. Because it really is the perfect moment. Portentous, you might say.

Harumphing, Draco picks up his wand and clomps to the kitchen to make a strong coffee.

He obviously can't propose now.

It’s just too sickeningly perfect. And anything this perfect just would not be them.

#drarry #drarry fic #firewhiskey fic #maesterchill writes

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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River's thoughts after re-reading Neverseen

NEW! FAVORITE! BOOOOK!!! Neverseen gets all the stars!!! I loved this one so much! There was so much going on and I loved every minute of it! Honestly, there is so little of this book that I'd change if I was writing the series that like I don't even know what to do with myself.

Oh wait I'm making a list of my thoughts.

Dex is irrelevant mostly ig. Poor Dex. At least he's got some things to do and some involvement. He's hanging out with Keefe??? Okay the Dex and Keefe friendship was so much more in depth than I remembered I need to have them interact more when I write fics. Like, I'm willing to bet they grew apart over the following books, but in Neverseen, they're just. So. Friendship??? Like 10/10 I love this for them.

THE REASON I SHIP SOKEEFE IS THIA BOOK. THIS BOOK IS WHERE KEEFE BECOMES MORE OF A MAIN CHARACTER THAN FITZ, MORE OF A MAIN CHARACTER THAN DEX, TAM, LINh, ALL OF THEM. THIS IS THE BOOK WHERE THEY HOLD EACH OTHER'S HANDS AND TELL EACH OTHER IT WILL BE OKAY AND WATCH EACH OTHER'S BACKS AND IM IN LOVE WITH THESE TWO

oh speaking of Tam and Linh, these two are slowly destroying my soul I forgot how they were really introduced I forgot how screwed up in the head they are

Exilium was so much more jarringly horrible. Like people actually said "let's put all the untouchables, the social pariahs, the unworthy, the useless, the bad, all in a prison camp, and make them fight for individualistic survival." How dense can you get? No matter how much budget this prison camp gets, it's core fundamentals aren't gonna change. The unworthy and broken will always go there, and they will fight for themselves, and themselves alone.

Like Tam and Linh weren't allowed to help or talk to each other during the day for years they've gotta have sign language figured out

LINH WAS FORCED TO PRACTICALLY WATERBOARD HERSELF FOR A GOOD GRADE???? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT ALL THE TRAUMA THIS GIRL HAS GONE THROUGH?!

Also. Hydrokinesis is water-speaking confirmed. I'll be posting the line later. I have feelings.

Imagine how overwhelmed and horrible it would be to get your face shoved in a bucket of water for 45 minutes when it's literally screaming bloody murder at you.

Also shouldn't Sophie be dead if she held her breath for 45 minutes?! Just saying.

I found the Linh/Fitz ship basis. And it turns out Fitz literally just wants to be stepped on by a powerful, beautiful woman. So does Dex. They want a powerful woman to step on them. They're complete simps and I mean that in the most positive way, when they get married they will ADORE their wives, oh my stars.

Speaking of Fitz. This kid. Has so many issues. Holy frick. This entire book is high-key a red flag for Fitz and his like, general emotional state. He says so many things that are just kind of wrong enough to sound like accurate cover ups for deeper issues. There are so many little scenes where it's implied his family is different than what it looks like on the surface.

He's the perfect golden child and the facade is starting to melt and you just find a kid who needs approval and has to put everything about himself on hold just to get it.

Calla is so old.

Forkle you need to understand that if you let kids into your terrorist organization then you need to stop trying to keep them out of the stuff they need to be involved in. The children are already involved, asshat. Stop saying they're not. They're knees deep in the problems you created. You can't pull them out now.

Speaking of, the Black Swan did a complete 180 on their treatment of Sophie. One of the things that was particularly jarring about Everblaze was the lengths it went to in order to dehumanize Sophie in every way. She was a weapon, a creation, a science experiment, and a freak. Very, very, very few adults actually treated her like an actual person. So this book, when Forkle writes his name down as her family, tells her he cares about her, all that stuff, it hits wrong. Everyone spent so much time dehumanizing Sophie that trying to treat her like a person almost makes it seem like they're lying to her, nearly constantly, about who she is to them.

Also, controversial opinion, give Sophie complete control over her own mind. Give her all her memories back. Don't leave her brain like swiss cheese. She deserves to possess herself, at the very least.

Fitz getting stabbed by a bug should be talked about more

Also the council was from a straight up dystopia this book, gotta vibe.

Keefe distracting King Dimitar heck yeah I love that kid-- also that whole thing oozed self destruction I think we need to get Keefe some therapy ASAP, much of this could have been avoided

The gnomes were like, such a background concern about this because all the emotion in this book was tied up with Gisela, Keefe, Sophie, Fitz, and Tam and Linh. There was none left for the gnomes. And we learned so little about Calla that even HER death didn't make me have feelings as much as the scene where Keefe and Sophie have a window sleepover.

I forgot people thought Fintan died with Kenric

The Alvar betrayal didn't give me anything but confirmation that Alvar might be double crossing the Neverseen with the Black Swan and that Alden might still be Neverseen

Ooh also new idea for the head Neverseen person we'd never see coming: Kenric. Fintan made it out of the flames, another Neverseen member could have, too. Just saying.

Keefe Sencen actually had a rather emotionally mature reaction to grief. And to the trauma. He just kind of felt things, converted it into a desire to do SOMETHING, and then got mad when people prevented him from doing things. Like? That's pretty mature? Fitz practically threw temper tantrums and punched holes in walls. Grady and Edaline self isolated. Alden absolutely crumbled. And Keefe turned his emotions into actions. Good actions, too, if a little reckless.

Speaking of. Keefe's sneaking into the Neverseen plan was better thought out, better executed, and smarter than anything the black swan had implemented up to that point. The only person he endangered was himself, the only one accountable was him, the only person who needed to do anything was him. And he put himself in a VERY advantageous place. Sure, he hurt some people. But this is war. It's not something you can put too much weight on what other people you emotionally hurt with. You need to think critically, and every second you waste not doing something is a second your enemy could be doing something. Keefe Sencen is not and will never be Neverseen. But his plan was smart, well executed, and did what it needed to.

Grady only calls Keefe "that boy" after he goes to the Neverseen. Which means that Grady really loved that kid and got hurt by him leaving. Or he is combining Brant and Keefe together in his head, along with his daughters.

Can we please just trust the Empath with one thing?

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wyverian-lady525 · 2 years

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Hope you're well. Here to request some angsty but happy ending dad alwin <3

I was thinking one day in Rutoh, a normal day really, until Ratha crash lands near the stables like REALLY hard and when Alwin arrived on the scene not only was ratha really hurt but the rider too, who was even passed out, presumably from bloodloss. So Alwin immediately makes this his responsibility to get medical assistance for the both of them

some time later when the rider's woken up they're at first a bit panicked as to where they are but sigh in relief when they see Alwin. Once asked what happened Alwin is horrified to learn that the oltura cult thing that zellard lead hasn't yet given up despite there seemingly being no signs of zellard and oltura being dead. So some cultsist riders ambushed the rider and ratha and one of them had an anjanath who really did a number on the rider and seemingly ratha was able to get the two outta there in semi one piece. As Alwin is processing all this the rider just breaks down cause they are rightfully terrified so, dad mode activated and Alwin promises that if those cultists want to cause any more harm to the rider OR ratha they'll need to get past him.

So yeah and as the rider recovers and starts helping out with quests again alwin is quite glued to their side

Yas💖We love and respect dad Alwin in this household.

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The Fear of Losing You

Alwin knows nothing good could come out of Ratha crashing into the Rutoh stables.

It was a typical day for Alwin in Rutoh. He just got back from patrol and was now helping to tend to some of the other monsties along with Shaulk. The sun was due to set now, and he expected to just go home and enjoy himself.

That was before Ratha crashed into the stables.

The wyverian was busy fixing Shaulk’s saddle when he heard the loud bang. It was enough to make him jump as well as knock a few things off the wall. Of course, he was going to check out what that was. However, worried screams from his fellow wyverians caused him to hurry, and the scene he saw ripped his heart in two.

This was when he learned that it was Ratha who crashed into the stables, with a broken wing and a couple more injuries to boot. While that startled Alwin, what really terrified him was who was on the wyvern’s back.

It was you.

However, you were just as if not more injured than your monstie. You were all bloody, but still alive. He could tell this from subtle movements by you. That said, you were passed out due to all the blood loss you got.

The scene was horrific, and he was frozen in place. Many of the adults were moving the children from the gruesome scene. Eventually, Alwin shook his head and went into full parental mode.

“Someone help me get them to a doctor! Now!” Alwin was lucky he was so respected because people jumped into action immediately. As the wyverian walked over to Ratha’s side, he placed a hand on the wyvern’s head.

“Thank you, Ratha. For bringing them here to me...” He said to the rathalos, who weakly crooned in acknowledgement. Ratha knew where safe was for you and him.

It was right here with Alwin.

You woke up a couple hours after you received medical treatment. Alwin stayed by your side, which people found adorable. You were in a stable spot, so he sat on a chair by your bed, meddling with his own thoughts.

“Where...Where am...” You started to say, snapping the wyverian’s attention back to reality. Dazed, you awoke confused as to where you were. However, as soon as Alwin was in your field of view, and you recognized the familiar earthy scent of Rutoh, you calmed down.

“That’s my Ratha...” You said to yourself with a slight smile. Ratha brought you to the safest place.

“Y/N...what happened to you?” Alwin remained calm, but he was beyond worried. Looking at your wounds, he suspected that a monster was responsible. However, the truth horrified him even more.

Especially when you looked so afraid to tell him.

“Apparently...the cult is still up and around...” You admitted while hugging yourself. Alwin widened his eyes at that. Even with Zellard being gone, and Oltura being dead, the cult was still around.

And looking for revenge.

“Ratha and I were ambushed...one of the masked riders had an anjanath, and we...I don’t know how we survived...I-I....I...” You were beginning to shake with obvious fear, almost as if the attack was happening before your eyes again.

The wyverian was trying hard to process this. Where did this happen? How many? Did anyone else know? As Alwin had these thoughts, you began to break down, which brought him back to reality. He didn’t even realize how terrified you must be, and rightfully so.

“Y/N...” Alwin said softly as you cried.

“I know...I know...I’m Red’s grandchild, and I should-” As you started to say, but Alwin cut you off while bringing you into a hug.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He said quietly, rubbing your back. Feeling safe in his embrace, you began to cry again, clutching onto his shirt like a frightened child. He felt like such a father in this moment, holding you close.

It made him see how, even though he never had a child of his own, you were the best he could ask for.

“Y/N...if those riders ever come for you or Ratha again, just know I will be there to answer.” Alwin promised you, and you sniffled slightly

“R-Really...?” You couldn’t help but ask him. Slowly, Alwin pulled you away from him, giving you a soft smile.

“Of course...my precious Y/N...I’m not letting anything happen to you again.” He said, bringing you back in for another hug. As your crying died down slightly, you smiled a bit. However, you missed Alwin’s look of pure rage as he thought of what he was going to do to those people if he found them.

A couple days later, you were back to doing some quests for the villagers. You wanted to get back in the saddle, so to speak.

“So, ready to go?” Alwin was on Shaulk and by the village gates.

“Alwin? I can handle getting some blue mushrooms...don’t feel like you need to come...” You said, feeling guilty about his help. However, Alwin just shook his head.

“Y/N, I promised I was going to protect you. So, until this matter is dealt with, I will stick by your side.” He said to you with a smile, causing you to involuntarily smile as well.

“Thank you...” You said shyly, and Alwin reached down to ruffle your hair. So, he stayed by your side, glued there.

If anyone dares come after you, they will have to face Alwin first.

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Can Horror Ever Be Truly Dark

Yes. I know plenty (not enough) that are, but the latter always seem to outweigh them

The only reason I even asked this question is because of the very few movies and show I watched that ruined their work simply because they were too afraid of giving into the shadows of evil. Instead, they’ll set up camp on the outskirts. Many movies need this darkness in order for it to have an impactful effect on its audience, or simply because it makes the most sense to the storyline. Sadly, they will resort to a lackluster ending that the audience will disregard in a few months, hell forbid before they even leave the theatre.

I want to analyze two very different yet similar movies that have to do with satanic witchcraft and how they portray it.

I’ve recently become obsessed with minimalism to declutter my space. So, a few months ago, I got rid of 50% of my possessions until my room felt bare. My clothes would take some time to sort through, my collection of DVD’s even longer. In order to declutter my movies, I would have to sit and watch them all to see if they tickled my clit enough to keep, or whatever Marie Condo says. So I decided to start with Gretel and Hansel and The Witch.

I picked them because they were slow burns and I wanted to get them out the way. They just happen to both share a similar theme. I adore some slow burns and I understand the importance and beauty of them, but they aren’t my first pick when it comes to a Friday night. I usually like fast, bloody, “schlocky” horrors. Young adults going on road trips to get picked off, cannibalistic families, annoying Americans not heeding the warnings of locals as they climb some mountain, descend into some cave, trek through a rainforest - only to never be seen again. I’ve only watched a handful of slow burns, and while I liked them, I never watched them again. One of these will be no different.

Let’s start with Gretel and Hansel.

This 2020 release was directed by Oz Perkins, who I know from Legally Blonde and Psycho II. He also directed another slow burn I never got around to watching but heard was cinematically beautiful, I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives In The House. Small world. Gretel and Hansel shares Perkin’s pictorial eye. The movie follows Gretel and her younger brother Hansel who are sent out to find work by their mother. Gretel turns down a housekeeping job offered by a creep, however their mother threatens to kill her children if they come back without a job. She can no longer support them and is desperate to rid herself of them. So the siblings flee. They’re helped by a huntsman for one night before being sent on their way in the winding woods where we learn that Gretel can see more than meets the eye. She has these supernatural abilities. What they are? No clue, but she makes it a thing to not tell anyone.

Lost in the woods, the children are lured to a home when Hansel smells cake. It’s one of those Norwegian homes painted black with wide, big windows the kids peek through to witness an untouched feast. Honeyed pig, fresh loaves, caramelized pies, and every delicious meal a kid could want spread out on the table untouched. Of course the starving kids would sneak in to take a bite. They're caught by an elderly woman, Holda, who houses the children despite Gretel’s suspicions of the stranger’s convenient hospitality.

I really loved the retelling of an old story such as Hansel and Gretel. Previous movies have put their twists on it such as 2013′s action fantasy Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters, where after escaping an encounter with a witch, the siblings dedicate their lives to hunting them down . In Oz Perkins’s, the witch tries to convert Gretel, sensing her supernatural abilities. It appealed to the growing trend of more than half a decade where we are now living in a time that the label “witch” can not only be reclaimed but proclaimed. It no longer had to be a dirty secret and people could finally get into the taboo of witchcraft like they always wanted to. Take 1998′s Practical Magic. For generations, the Owens family were been ostracized and made a spectacle of in their small town. It wasn’t until Sally, in desperately needing the town’s help to exorcise her sister Gillian, did the very people that feared the sisters express secret fascination for the Owens family. There is a covert curiosity to the oddities of society. People love the occult. So why not give it to them?

There’s this invasion of Christian morals that annoys me when it pertains to how deep screenwriters and their directors are willing to go when it comes to evil. I could tell that with Gretel and Hansel.

Spoiler alert (not really), the witch eats kids. Even bigger spoiler alert (not really), Honda is fattening up Hansel to make him into food. She’s done this with plenty of children, starting with her very own, and her property is haunted by the trapped, adolescent souls. She lures them in with sweets and savories, rips them limb from limb, then performs a spell that turns their parts into delicious sweets and savories to then lure more kids like Hansel. Lastly, Honda isn’t an old hag. Quite the opposite. She’s young and youthful, but disguises herself as an old woman since they’re more trusting (even though she was the most unsettling old women I ever saw). She sees Gretel’s potential, expecting Gretel to eat her brother as Honda did her own child so that Gretel won’t have any distractions should she start her practice. In a forceful attempt to make Gretel eat her brother, the witch is killed and Gretel saves Hansel before it’s too late. Now a witch, she sends her brother off to work as a woodsman as she stays behind in the home of the now dead witch. Her hands begin to turn black, like Honda’s, as she narrates about keeping the evil that’s within her at bay.

Whatever.

I never understand why witches can’t just embrace the darkness of their nature, especially in this universe. Honda is a servant of Satan and is the root of her powers. He doesn’t make a guest appearance or anything, but she carves the markings into her tree, which Hansel recognized and finally realized that his sister was right in being skeptical of Honda. This movie had the opportunity of being perspectively vile, yet missed it entirely. Gretel wants to fight her evil nature that threatens to take over. But I’ll do you one better, girl, why not give into it? Why turn your back on a master that sourced the very power you wish to seek agency? We have so many movies where the protagonist avoids their destiny or their true nature when it would be more memorable and frankly more interesting if Gretel had completely immersed herself in the delicious power that her new-found destiny would promise. Instead, she’s the Captain America of witches. Boring.

In Anton LaVey’s controversial book, The Satanic Bible, there’s a part in his chapter Some Evidence of a New Satanic Age where he says: “White witchcraft groups say that if you curse a person, it will return to you three-fold, come home to roost, or in some way boomerang back to the sender. This is yet another indication of the guilt-ridden philosophy, which is held by these Neo-Pagan, pseudo-Christian groups. White witches want to delve into witchcraft, but cannot divorce themselves from the stigma attached to it. Therefore, they call themselves white magicians, and base seventy five per cent of their philosophy on the trite and hackneyed tenet of Christianity. Anyone who pretends to be interested in magic or the occult for reasons other than gaining personal power is the worst kind of hypocrite. The Satanist [...] can only feel contempt for people who attempt to appear emancipated from guilt by joining a witchcraft group, then practice the same basic philosophy as Christianity.”

Witchcraft in this universe is a purely selfish thing to partake it. It is a means to an end for Honda, and that’s fine. Witchcraft can be holistic and connected to the “white” of nature. But, baby, this is Satan, who in this universe is a real life being these witches owe their gratitude to. There is no doubt Honda benefits by staying youthful and many other off screen benefits. If you don’t want to be a witch, get the fuck out of that lady’s house! Don’t use a power gifted to you while disrespecting Satan who provided it in the very first place. Why are you trying to reform this when you can simply go with your brother and take a different path?

Many movies who think they’re so dark and edgy for dabbling in things like this are so annoying because these tendrils of Christian guilt in even making something so “blasphemous” forces them to balance it out with some type of “good,”even if the story suffers for it. Like, you’re already getting the heat for putting Gretel in front of Hansel in the title by male incels who think this is the uprooting of their social capita ( and not their swamp ass being molded to their beds), so you might as well go all in.

I’m not saying a good protagonist fighting their fate of being “bad” isn’t good. It’s just so overplayed and just didn’t fit into this particular story, for me. Witchcraft is using nature, both “good” and “bad”, and I hate to see the rejection of the BAD. Besides, you can’t show me baby limbs being turned into peach cobblers and honey glazed pork and think I don’t want to to go all the way.

So when I popped 2015′s The Witch into the DVD, I expected the same.

Robert Egger’s folklore horror is placed in 1630′s New England. William, his wife Katherine, daughter Thomasin, son Caleb, twins Mercy and Jonas and baby Samuel are banished from their Puritan colony over religious differences. They pack up and relocate to the edge of a large secluded forest where the family begins to build a farm in their attempt to live on their own. It’s important to note they have a billy goat they call Black Phillip.

One day while playing peakaboo with Samuel, the baby goes missing when Thomasin opens her eyes, resulting in the family blaming Thomasin for the disappearance. This puts a lot of tension between Thomasin, who is the oldest of the children, and Katherine. Katherine even accuses Thomasin of silver cups disappearing, not knowing that William had actually sold them to gather enough food since he’s a shit farmer and cannot actually provide for his family. Through pride, he left a colony that is probably the only way of his family surviving This man can’t even hunt properly. With the cups gone and no one for resource, the family ponders sending Thomasin away to serve another family. The kids overhear this, so Caleb (who sometimes looks at his sister in a not so sibling way) decides to try to hunt, dragging Thomasin along who is afraid of leaving him alone.

In the woods, she loses him, and he is caught by a witch who clings onto his face and kisses him much to Caleb’s horror. Thomasin returns home without Caleb to an awaiting Katherine who blames her eldest child for losing another. Later on that night, Caleb is found naked and delirious outside of their home. He falls into a coma and is strangely ill. However the next day he wakes up, vomits a half eaten apple, professes his devotion to Christ, then dies. The twins accuse Thomasin of witchcraft. The family, who have been going through grief over Samuel, the disappointment of the farm, and overall stress from not being apart of their colony anymore take all their frustrations out on Thomasin who denies all accusations thrown at her to no avail. Even William assumes his daughter to be a witch.

Pushed in a corner, Thomasin accuses the family’s billy goat of being Satan and that the twins talk to it. Williams, not knowing who to believe, throws them into the goat shed to wait until morning. During the night, a witch enters the goat house, murder the twins, drink the blood of the nanny goat, and smear blood on Thomasin’s hands. The next morning when William awakes, he sees this, fully believing Thomasin is the witch. Suddenly, before he can do anything, the billy goat rams William to death. An enraged Katherine comes out to the scene of all her family, except Thomasin, dead. She accuses Thomasin of being a witch, of seducing her brother, the works. They begin to fight and Thomasin kills her mother in self defense.

Now alone, she enters into the stable where the billy goat waits and urges it to speak to her. It does, in human tongue, and has her sign her name in a book, no doubt selling her soul. She then enters the forest with the goat, joining a Witches’ Sabbath for her newfound sense of belonging.

Phew.

This movie, while subtle, sated my hunger for all things dark. Granted, I had to wait for the final few minutes of the show to see the darkness that was there all along, but still very satisfying and true to nature. There’s no repression, only indulgence. The movie knows the horrors of witches and doesn’t shy away from the ugliness of it, nor does it create a protagonist that tries to fight it. She accepts it completely.

However, even that acceptance of her fate isn’t this crescendo that Gretel and Hansel could’ve given. In Gretel, witchcraft is an answer to all her problems. She lives in a society where she has no control. Her mother forces her into the big world that preys on her youth, is almost murdered by some madman, and cannot go back home because her mom will murder her too. This life of abundance is promised to her by Honda who is willing to train her. Only catch is she’ll have to rid her brother out of her path and kill a few kids every once in a while. This path is one she accepts...with a few alterations. Of course I don’t like the repressive path she wants to walk where she fights the evil that literally comes with the territory, but staying behind to hone her powers now gives her agency and self-sufficiency in a society she had none of before she went on that property.

The ending of The Witch is not a crescendo because it’s truly dark in all the best ways. You watch as Thomasin, who was used as the scapegoat to all her family’s problems, is accused of everything that could go wrong. You think, typical Christian family. The oldest daughter is burdened by all the responsibilities the parents should shoulder! You tilt your head up at those Puritanical losers and see this new coven of witches as her true family. Happy ending.

But is it?

Are these witches truly her family?

This “family” framed her multiple times to cast doubt in her parents and siblings, weakened her family’s faith, and left Thomasin with no other option (no other sense of community) than a bunch of smelly, girating femmes (that probably got trapped the same way) to worship this man in the woods.

Such a Christian thing to do.

While religions surrounding the Abrahamic god relies on fear-mongering, I always liked the idea of satan giving you a choice. Live on one’s own accord, live finitely, and live deliciously. Give into human nature and all its desires instead of choosing humility. While many religions view this life as a transitionary plane onto an unknowing one, they’re restricted on enjoying the fruits of life. Who we are as humans is nothing to be ashamed of, and restricting it will only cause it to pour over. That description alone would have anyone considering it.

If so, wouldn’t knocking on William’s door like some Jehovah’s Witness and preaching the good word of Satan to Thomasin be better? This would allow Thomasin to choose the life she wants by weighing her options. Instead, it was taken from her and she was manipulated.

The family moving away from their colony already creates a weakness in their faith. Katherine even claims that the family is cursed and even questions her belief in god.

But she’s not wrong.

The family isn’t cursed but more so targeted. They set up shop on the edge of a forest, one with a life of its own. They’re literally on the edge of their own demise.

Tie this in with a missing baby (on Thomasin’s watch), missing silver cups (Thomasin’s fault, apparently), Caleb’s attraction to Thomasin, his disappearance and spooky reappearance (Thomasin’s fault), then the twins going missing in the goat shed (damnit, Thomasin!), this family was bound to ostracize their eldest. They practically handed her to satan.

They took the only family Thomasin knew, orchestrating everything in order to syncretize Thomasin into selling her soul. When she’s alone, the blood of her siblings and freshly killed mother on her hands, satan beacons her. All of her family’s dead. She has no one. So he asks her, would you like to live deliciously? Sign your name in this book and you will have a family once more. You won’t be alone.

Of course she’d sign. No matter how weakened her faith is, you don’t jump from believing in god to now signing your life away to satan in a day. It would be more so a pipeline. She signed out of desperation and cloudiness from the madness of the last 24 hours of her life. If she were of sound mind and body, would she have signed?

You could also argue that with how misogynistic Christianity and the expectations and responsibilities eldest daughters have, the family would’ve driven Thomasin into the clutches of the witches regardless. Thomasin would’ve broken and chosen the very life we see her be weakened into. That’s also true. Smearing her hands with blood and kidnapping her siblings sped up the process I guess. Another argument rattling around my brain is Egger’s background and if this predatory interpretation of satanism is also influenced by Christianity.

To give the benefit of the doubt, maybe this new coven of witches will be the best family she’ll ever get where she can freely be herself with no responsibility of anyone else’s but her own. If she had somehow walked back, bloody, to the colony and begged to be accepted, despite her father’s sins, would she have wanted that faith? Or has her faith been so weakened and her be so religiously traumatized that she’s outgrown it completely?

In the end, she laughs maniacally, almost as if releasing the pain of her past life. But I sat quietly. Being manipulated into selling her soul the way that she was makes you stare at the rolling credit in discomfort.

And that’s all that I wanted. That discomfort.

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