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lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie · 1 year ago

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Not Even Death Will Do Us Part

Summary: Thomas explores an old, abandoned house and finds that he isn't alone.

Pairings: BROTHERLY CREATIVITWINS

WARNINGS: IMPLIED DEATH, MENTIONS OF DEATH, FIRE, REMUS BEING REMUS, GHOSTS, UNSYMPATHETIC JANUS

(A/N: Found this buried in my ao3 and I've decided to post it here too since apparently, I never did. Also, fun fact: this fic was inspired by my obsession with Ghost Whisperer and ghost stories in general.)

Taglist: @enigmasalad @part-time-zombie @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

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“Why did I agree to this?”

Thomas sighs as he walks down the dark streets in the dead of the night. It’s cold and eerie and silent as he makes his way through an abandoned neighborhood. Rows and rows of old, dilapidated houses surround him. Dead trees dot their old, faded yards that are covered in dead leaves and junk. The wind whispers, making Thomas shiver and wrap his arms around himself. He didn’t plan to come here at first but his friend, Joan, told him that there was a haunted neighborhood that they had explored and wanted Thomas to see. Thomas, bored as hell and wanting to see something new, decided to go.

But now he’s starting to regret it a little. It’s cold and scary and he swears he thought he heard something from one of the houses. Yet, he walks on. He passes a house with boarded up windows and no door. Sooty footprints lead up the pathway and into the house. Yellow gloves dangle on a dead bush by the door along with a bowler hat and a black cape. Thomas shudders and walks on, swearing that he heard a soft hiss and faintly smelled some gasoline.

He passes the next house and spots a clothesline in the backyard. It has a navy polo and tie with red stains, a bright but dirty blue polo, a torn cat hoodie, and a purple and black patched hoodie with tears in it. Two pairs of shattered glasses sit on the doorstep. The house had shattered windows stained with...well, Thomas couldn’t tell if it was blood or dirt. It was just a dark smudge. He walks on and passes an open, tipped over garbage can. In it was a knife, an empty and shattered jam jar, and a shredded copy of a Sherlock Holmes story.

“This neighborhood is...something.” Thomas mutters, tearing his gaze away from the trash can.

He walks on and passes a few abandoned houses and stops again in front of another interesting house. Stuffed toys litter the front yard and none of them are intact. They’re all dirty, torn, with their stuffing ripped out and all over the place. Thomas gazes around and he sees another trash can tipped over. This one had many empty coffee cups, shattered sunglasses, a notepad with smudged notes, a broken pen, and many crumpled balls of paper. When he looks up, he notices a garden filled with dead flowers. A clothesline sits in the middle of it. The clothesline holds a faded and torn black leather jacket, a stained pink tie, and a beige cardigan with red stains. Thomas goes to walk on but pauses when he hears cartoony music softly playing from inside the house. Something about leaves and a vine. It sounded sad and mournful. Thomas listens for a moment before walking on, humming the song under his breath. He doesn’t know what a little soldier boy has to do with leaves and a vine but he still liked it.

Thomas continues to walk down the empty streets until he reaches the end of the neighborhood where a deserted cul de sac is. The houses here were much bigger and grander. Amongst the small group of houses is a grand, Victorian mansion that catches Thomas’ attention.

“What’s this doing in a cul de sac?” he mutters, looking up at the mansion.

The mansion is tall and it almost looks more like a castle with its two tower-like sections. Thomas walks up to it and there’s a faint scent of gasoline here too. He looks around and spots two empty jerry cans on the front lawn by some trash cans. They’ve rusted and are covered in soot. Thomas swallows nervously, walking even closer to the house that seems loom over the rest of the houses. The dead grass crunches under his shoes as he heads up the pathway. He then pauses when he steps on something hard. He looks down and finds a rusted golden locket, picking it up.

The locket is dirty and its clasp is gone. A green cursive ‘R’ is engraved on the front. When he opens it, Thomas finds a picture of a woman on one side and a boy on the other side. They were both smiling in the photo. Thomas assumes the people in the locket lived in this house. He pockets it and walks up to the door, looking up at the mansion once more. It was just so dark and eerie looking.

Joan had told him that it mysteriously caught fire years ago. They also said that there are rumors that the surrounding neighbors thought they saw someone leave on the night of the fire but it was too dark to tell. All they saw were a flash of yellow glows. Thomas wonders if those gloves were the same gloves that he saw earlier as he walks up the stairs to the front door. He swallows once more and pushes the door open, the sound of it creaking echoing inside the house.

“Creepy…” Thomas shudders.

He pulls out a flashlight and continues inside, finding himself walking through what used to be a foyer with rose-patterned wallpaper and a dusty wooden floor. A coat rack stands by the door and the clothes there were nearly burnt. Thomas could only make out a white coat with rusted gold buttons. Looking around, he then learns there used to be plants in here as he finds some empty plant pots with ash and soot in them. As he walks over to look at one of the pots-

SLAM!

The door that Thomas had come through had shut itself, startling him. Thomas’ heart pounds and he looks around for a moment. But there was no one else with him. He walks on, heading towards the living area ahead. As he walks under the threshold, he pauses again and looks down. There was a thick line of salt. Odd. Weren’t these only in tv shows with monster hunters and supernatural like?

Thomas feels anxious now as he walks into the living area. There’s a big white couch ruined from the fire and torn in place, its cushion springs poking out of the fabric. Wooden planks litter the place and a shattered glass chandelier sits amongst them on the floor, its fake little diamonds scattered everywhere. On the walls are pictures of the same woman and boy from the locket. Alongside those are more pictures of the boy, standing with another boy that is almost identical to him. There are other pictures but most of them were burnt to the point that most of the faces were unrecognizable.

Then, as Thomas turns away from the photos, he feels the air grow cold around him. He looks around nervously as the floorboards nearby creak and groan. His flashlight starts to flicker. The wind blows cool air once more and stirs some dust and ash around.

Then,

“A stranger...You’re a stranger...in our home…”

Thomas freezes, eyes darting around the room. There was no way he heard that voice just now...was there? Maybe he’s just hearing things?

“Not safe...not safe...Have to protect him…Get out!”

Thomas jumps at the sudden growl and the even colder burst of wind around him. The chandelier’s remaining diamonds tinkle with it and a nearby table slides towards Thomas, just barely missing him as it bumps into a wall.

“Please...don’t ruin our home…Please…”

“Why would I do that? Who am I even talking to?” Thomas calls out in reply.

The cool air came rushing by again and Thomas’ flashlight flickered once more. The flashlight flickered off for a few moments then on again. The table by the wall had moved back to where it was. A picture frame that had been on the wall was now at Thomas’ feet. Thomas picks it up and looks at it. It’s a picture of that boy again with his wide smile.

“So...you’re the boy in this picture?” Thomas replies, part of him now realizing that he might be talking to some dead kid.

“Yes...What about you, stranger? What are you doing here? Are you going to burn our house down too?”

Thomas shakes his head.

“No, I just came here to explore. A friend told me to check this place out. I can leave if I’m disturbing the place.” he answers.

“Oh...You can stay I guess...Just please promise you won’t destroy our house...It’s the last thing that’s keeping us safe.”

“Us? Is there someone else?”

“Yes!...Well...I don’t know...Maybe? I can’t tell...I hear him but I can’t find him or see him…”

“Him? Him, who?”

“My brother...I miss him...I want to find him but something is keeping me here in the living room...I can’t get upstairs and...I’d rather not...go into the basement...I never liked it there…”

“Oh, I see...well, since you’re here...wherever you are, do you want to tell me your name?”

It’s silent for a moment as Thomas returns the photo to the table.

“ ...My name is Remus…Princeton. ”

Thomas startles and turns around to see a boy that looked about 17 years old, standing in front of him. The boy, Remus, was wearing a black prince costume with a green sash. The costume was torn and bloodied and so was the sash. Cuts and bruises littered the boy’s pale skin. His hair was a mess and he had a few bruise marks on his face.

“You’re a…” Thomas breathes out.

“A ghost...I know...It’s a... long story...I’ll tell you later. What’s your name, stranger?” Remus replies.

“Thomas.”

“Thomas. Well...nice to meet you, Thomas.”

Thomas watches as the boy circles him for a moment, his red eyes looking back up at him. He looked so real and touchable that you couldn’t mistake him for a ghost. Thomas had thought that ghosts were transparent like the ones on tv.

“Likewise, I guess. Mind if I have a look around?” he asks. “I’ll try not to touch anything. Maybe I can help you find your brother?”

Remus lit up in surprise.

“Really?! You’d help me?!”

Thomas nods, feeling bad for the ghost. Something he never thought he’d be able to experience outside of the media he’s seen.

“Of course. It sucks that you’re all alone here.” he says honestly.

“How do I know you’re not trying to destroy it or keep me away from my brother?”

“I literally only have my phone, my wallet, and a flashlight. I don’t think I can destroy much with them. Plus, I’m pretty sure I’d need a whole contract to take this place down, even then I wouldn’t want to do that. I kinda like this house.”

“...Okay, I believe you...I’m sorry if I’m a bit...protective. Other people that have come by here have tried to destroy it. I had to get rid of them…”

Thomas raises an eyebrow and begins moving towards a door nearby.

“Get rid of them?” he says.

Remus nods, grinning almost too widely.

“Yep! They’re now fertilizer in Mama’s rose garden! Oh...they were so much fun to crush and cut into pieces...They were like fruit!” he giggles.

Thomas cringes and opens the door.

“I did not need to know that. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

Thomas rolls his eyes with a small smile and walks in. Remus follows behind and he looks around. There’s a sad look in his eyes.

“The study...Roman and I had so much fun here… We’d be here for hours and hours even when it was already late at night. We’d share stories and we’d write plays. We’d make things for each other. I miss that so much…I miss him…”

“I’m guessing Roman is your brother?” Thomas says, looking through some books.

Most of the books were destroyed in the fire but some remained intact. Others were damaged here and there.

“Yeah. After...everything that happened...I woke up in the living room and I was alone. I couldn’t find him so I tried to look for him but I couldn’t get upstairs without getting this burning feeling inside. I tried the kitchen but I couldn’t get in there either. I could go in a few closets, the main bathroom, the laundry room, Mama’s garden, and the basement but I couldn’t go up. Roman had been with me when everything fell apart...He was the last thing I saw before everything went dark. ” Remus sighs.

“That’s horrible. But don’t worry, we’ll find him soon. I think I figured out what’s keeping you down here. There was a line of salt at the front door. Maybe there’s some by the kitchen and at the bottom of the stairs.” Thomas replies.

“Maybe...Can you get rid of it?”

“Yeah, if I can find a broom to sweep it away.”

Thomas then continues to look through the books, finding a few familiar titles. There were old mother goose tales and stories of dragons. There were Grimm Brothers’ fairy tale books and dark stories about witches. There were books of poetry and nursery rhymes. Thomas feels a little nostalgia when he sees the mother goose tales. Then his fingers found a leather bound book that seemed mostly intact. A layer of dust and ash covered the book and the corners were a little burnt but other than that, it was pretty much salvageable. Thomas looks at it curiously and pulls it out, sneezing softly as he brushes the dust away.

“Ooh! Roman and I loved this book! ‘The Story Of The King’ is our favorite. The king is this powerful ruler who had powerful magic that would let him create anything or do anything! So he used it to keep his people safe and to defend them from the dragon witch!” Remus says excitedly.

“Huh. Never heard of that story before but it sounds nice.” Thomas replies, opening the book.

The first page is the title in faded gold letters. At the bottom of the page are the names of the brothers written in messy writing. Thomas hums and flips through the book, admiring its pretty pictures. When he reaches the middle, he finds a few old polaroid photos. The first one was a picture of the twins on their 10th birthday. The next picture of the twins posing at the beach. Some of their friends were in the background.

Another photo shows the twins now standing outside of their house, wearing tuxedos and smiling for the camera. This photo was labeled ‘prom night’. Thomas also notices that another boy was standing with them. The boy’s face was scribbled out but he could see a familiar bowler hat and...yellow gloves.

Remus frowns at that photo and sighs, hugging himself. It’s been years since he’s seen...him. He doesn’t like thinking about him or even saying his name. There were too many bad memories.

“I never should have trusted him.” Remus murmurs quietly.

“Why? What happened?” Thomas asks, looking at the photo.

“He’s a snake. A lying, fucking snake.”

The air grows colder and Thomas shivers. He looks closer at the photo and notices that the twins were wearing matching lockets. He tilts his head and looks at it closer, taking out the locket that he found earlier. It was the locket that Remus was wearing in the photo.

“Hey, my locket! Roman and I made these for each other on our 15th birthday. Where did you find it?” Remus asks when he notices the locket, peering at it.

“I found it on the pathway to the front door. Do you want it back?” Thomas replies.

“Yeah! Mama made us graves in the local cemetery just outside of the neighborhood. You can leave it there later. If you find Roman’s, take it to the grave too.”

Thomas nods with a small smile, pocketing the locket again. He then puts the photos and the book away. He walks around the study some more before leaving the room, Remus following behind him. Looking around, Thomas notices an open door nearby. He opens it and finds that it’s some kind of a closet. He looks inside and finds the broom he needs. Closing the closet, he takes the broom with him.

“Where are we going with that?” Remus asks.

“You said you couldn’t get into the kitchen, right? Maybe if I get rid of the salt, you could go in there and see if Roman’s there.” Thomas answers.

“Oh, right! Maybe there’s a dead body in there!”

“I hope not…”

Remus only giggles as Thomas walks on to the kitchen. Thomas gets to work, sweeping the salt line away while Remus stands back and watches curiously. When that’s done, Thomas sets the broom aside and walks in. Remus cautiously steps forward, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel the burning sensation anymore. With that, he follows Thomas into the kitchen.

When they walk into the kitchen, Remus isn’t surprised at the mess he sees. A vase of dead roses sit on them, some of them just wilted stems. Shattered plates litter the floor along with some knives. Torn curtains flutter in the window where the rays of the evening moon filter through onto dusty, cracked tiles.

“Oh.” Remus sighs, looking around. “I think it was better when I couldn’t go in here.”

“Did something happen to you here?” Thomas asks, looking at the plates.

“A lot of things did. A lot of things with that fucking snake.”

“Ah. Whoever this snake is, you must really hate him. Or he must really hate you.”

Remus huffs, kicking some plate shards aside.

“Of course, I fucking hate him. He ruined everything and hurt me and my brother.” he sighs.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah”

Thomas says nothing more and continues looking around the kitchen. There isn’t anything else more but rotten food, a planter with dead flowers in the windowsill that is now filled with ash, and overturned chairs around the table.

“So, do you think Roman’s here?” Thomas asks a moment later.

Remus shakes his head and sighs.

“No, I can’t feel anything here. He’d be here by now if he heard us.” he says and leaves the kitchen.

Thomas sighs and follows after Remus. He finds him by the stairs, trying to go up only to hiss in pain and back away. Frowning, Thomas goes over to him with the broom.

“Here.” he says and sweeps the salt away into a nearby trash can in the hall.

With the salt line gone, Remus dashes upstairs and Thomas follows with the broom. The upstairs mostly seemed intact and barely burnt. Pictures hang on the walls and some are of the twins and their woman. Some pictures show other faces and a few pictures have a certain face scratched out. Thomas doesn’t question it, already guessing who it is and why it’s scratched. Thomas continues to look at the photo when-

“Welcome to wonderland…we’ve got it all…”

“Remus? Was that you?” Thomas asks.

Remus shakes his head, listening as well.

“Potions and pastries that make you grow tall…”

Remus lights up when he realizes who the voice belongs to.

“Forests and cottages…castles and cards that can talk… ”

“Roman! I hear him! He’s much louder now! He’s in our bedroom!”

Remus runs over to the door and stops when he sees another line of salt with a footprint in it. It’s odd, he thinks, as every person who had visited the home before has never made it upstairs before Remus either scared them away or killed them. He decides not to question it and backs away. Thomas then comes over and sweeps the salt away, disposing it to the side. He then opens the door to the twins’ room. Remus rushes past him and Thomas shivers. It was much colder here.

The twins room had two beds, black and red and both messy. A shattered picture frame lays on the floor by the black bed. Across the room is a white vanity with a shattered mirror. The contents on the vanity seemed to have been violently shoved aside as they now laid on the floor. A locket sits amongst them and Thomas picks it up. It’s identical to the other one he had except for the ‘R’ on this one being red instead. He pockets it and looks around for any signs of Roman.

“RoRo? Are you there?” Remus calls, looking around.

A breeze blows by and the large windows by the vanity swing open.

“How do I know it’s you and not that awful snake?” comes a soft voice.

“What do you mean? Why would I be that snake?” Remus replies, stepping towards the doors.

“Because you’re here to trap me again. You want to keep me away from my brother…”

“But I am your brother. I’m right here.”

It’s silent for a moment then the window blows again and the curtains flutter. Thomas shivers as the cool breeze brushes by. He looked back to the window and there stood another boy.

“Roman! ”

Roman looked almost like Remus save for the red eyes. Remus had green eyes. Roman was also wearing a prince costume but it was white and red and covered in soot. His fists were burnt and bruised. His skin was tan and dirty. Then his eyes widened as he saw Remus.

The two run towards each other and soon fall into a hug on the floor, laughing as tears of joy roll down their cheeks. Thomas only watches fondly and suddenly this house wasn’t as scary as it used to be.

“I thought you left me, Remus.” Roman says after a moment of hugging.

Remus shakes his head.

“I would never leave you, Roro. You’re my big brother and I love you.” he says, smiling up at him.

“Gross, when did you get sappy?”

“Is it illegal to miss my dramatic, gay brother?”

“You’re gay too, dumbass.”

The two brothers share a soft chuckle then Remus sighs.

“Roman, you were right. About Janus. I never should have trusted him.” he says, looking at his hands. “We lost everything because of me.”

“Oh, Remus, no. You are not at fault. You were young and you didn’t. That snake tricked all of us, even when he held his right hand in truth. He was the one who lied to us. He was the one who set our home on fire. He was the one who separated us. He was the one who trapped us here.” Roman says, wiping some dirt away from Remus’ cheeks.

“But that fight we had that night…”

“Was entirely my fault, Re. I shouldn’t have said those things. I shouldn’t have believed Janus. You might be weird and messy but you’re still my baby brother. Nothing, not even death, can come between us.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

The two brothers share another hug before Roman notices Thomas standing there. He pulls back, looking over to him.

“So, I see you made a friend and didn’t murder him for once.” the older Princeton says, smiling.

Remus nods happily.

“This is Thomas! He helped me find you. He’ll take our lockets to our graves.” he explains.

“Uh...hi?” Thomas says with an awkward wave.

“Hello, I’m Roman. I guess Remus told you that already. Thank you for helping him find me. For helping us come back to each other. You’ve probably heard the story by now but our home caught on fire on the night before our 18th birthday. We had been arguing because I got angry about Remus inviting Janus. ” Roman explains.

Remus sighs.

“We were going to have a costume party the next day and were trying on our costumes before that happened. Then we fought and I watched Roman walk away to his room. I stayed in the living room and fell asleep there. Later that night, I woke up to the smell of smoke. I opened my eyes and there was smoke everywhere. I looked up and Roman was coming down the stairs and running to me. I heard a scream, and everything went black.” he continues.

“I saw my own brother die that night. The chandelier fell on him and before I could try and rescue him, he was dead. Then the smoke filled my lungs and things went black for me too. When I woke up, I found myself upstairs in the hallway. And I was all alone. I knew it was Janus. I saw his eyes through the smoke. Bright yellow and cold. I knew what had happened. Janus set our home on fire and watched us die.”

“He never liked Roman and no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t get along with him. I felt so conflicted. I used to love him then. But when I saw him that night and what he’d done to us, that love was gone.”

“And I thought I was never going to see my brother again. I thought I had heard his voice one day, but it was an illusion. A trick to trap me in my own room.”

“But you’re not trapped anymore, Roman. You’re free. We’re free. We’ll never see that snake again.”

Roman nods, holding his brother’s hand. He looks up to see a bright light filling the room and he smiles, feeling relief after all these years. Thomas, oddly enough, sees it too.

“I guess that means it’s time for you to go. I’m glad to help you get back together again. I hope you both rest peacefully now.” he replies, looking towards the light.

The twins nod, turning to the light.

“I guess it’s time. We can finally be with Mama.” Roman smiles.

“Mama…she died after us. I heard she couldn't take the heartbreak.” Remus breathes, chuckling softly. “She’s probably still pissed about the house.”

“True, but I’m sure she’ll be happy to see us anyways."

The two step towards the light but Roman pauses.

“Hey, Thomas. Can you do me a favor? Can you take care of this house? It’s all we have left, and I don’t want to lose it. You can stay here if you’d like, even redecorate it but please don’t let it be destroyed.” he pleads.

Well, that was new. Thomas hadn’t planned to own a house that someone died in or once used to be haunted. Then again, he couldn’t say no after hearing the story of the twins. They really did love this home and it was beautiful. So, Thomas smiles and nods.

“I’ll keep the house safe. I promise.”

Roman smiles at that.

“Thank you. Come on, Remus. Let’s go see Mama.”

“Goodbye, Thomas. Thanks for everything.”

Thomas smiles and watches as the twins walk into the light, vanishing away. The light then follows and it’s dark in the room again. But now, it wasn’t as cold as it used to be. With a small smile and a warm feeling in his chest, Thomas leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs. It’s late and he’s feeling exhausted. He goes home and dreams of two princes, ruling a beautiful kingdom and keeping their people safe.

Then...the next morning…

Thomas visits the neighborhood’s cemetery, leaving two lockets behind on a pair of tombstones.

In Loving Memory of The Princeton Twins

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts fanfiction #roman sanders #roman sanders angst #remus sanders #remus sanders angst #c!thomas sanders #tw death #tw mentions of death #janus sanders #u!janus #tw unsympathetic janus #tw ghosts #tw fire #sanders sides ghost au #creativitwins #BROTHERLY CREATIVITWINS

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loganslowdown4 · 2 years ago

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Patton: Tomorrow is garbage day.

Roman: *to Remus* I can’t believe they have a whole day dedicated to you.

Remus: *without missing a beat* I can’t believe this whole time you haven’t been Thomas’ hero.

Roman: ...

Patton: Boys, play nice.

*Roman & Remus proceed to fight to the death*

#ah brothers #wind each other up to the nth degree #always death battle always #cw death mention #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #patton sanders #incorrect sanders sides #remus sanders #ts remus #ts patton #creativitwins #ts creativitwins #royality #intruality #platonic royality #platonic intruality

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the-kingofdoritos · 2 years ago

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Llwch ar yr aelwyd - mechanisms fanfiction

There were only the two of them left. Only two Mechanisms left. Just Brian and The Toy Soldier.

The others had all left, died or had gone missing without a trace. It had been horrible, but after a milenia Brian had gotten used to it. He had almost gotten used to the overwhelming loneliness that penetrated through his whole brass body. Even with the toy soldier as company, it just made him miss the others even more. He knew it was almost his time.

And so he had decided to land the Aurora on a small planet in the middle of nowhere. It was warm, there were flowers, and it was very pretty. And a nice place to spend his last day alive. The toy soldier had the good idea to go and watch the sunrise, as it seemed to realise what Brian was about to do.

And so they find an old battered blanket, it's covered in blood (Jonnys) and what seem to be a few other substances, and it smells familiar. They end up sitting down on that to watch the sunrise one last time.

“It's very beautiful isn't it, old chap?” the toy soldier pipes up. It's sitting cross legged, its wooden arms perched on either of its knees. The permanently painted smile seems much more downcast than usual.

“It is,” Brain agrees, though he doesn't look away from the sky to answer it’s question.

The sky is bathed in a bright orange, yellow, dark blue and a plethora of colours that seem too vibrant to be real. The sun peaks up from behind a dull mountain rage. He can't help but think that jonny and tim would complain about how boring it would be to watch a sunrise, but how they wouldn't move and would lay there in the grass next to him, small smiles on their faces.

How ashes would compare it to a raging fire.

How Marius would be playing his violin, one he would have pulled out of thin air.

How Raphaella would be trying to explain the scientific reason for a sunrise, and how the sky’s colours changed and other scientist things.

How ivy would be reading a book, not even listening or watching the others. But she would remark that the sky is incredibly pretty, and how she wished he had done something like this before.

Brian wished he could cry, but Carmilla hadn't given him tear ducts. At one time he was incredibly grateful for this, but now it just seems like a cruel joke. He can't even cry about his friend's family’s death.

He wishes they had more time. But he knows that would be cruel. None of them were ever truly happy, and they hadn't been since Nastya left. She almost seems like a fever dream now, and Brian can't say he even remembers much about her. And that hurts, stings and breaks his human heart.

“Toy soldier,” he speaks with a wavering voice, one of the only ways he can show emotion.

“Yes Brian?” it asks.

“Can… Can I have a hug?” he whispers it, because if he speaks any louder he will break down into ugly sobs. And then jonny would make fun of him because it would be a waste of a perfectly good morning.

“Of course you can,” its wooden arms wrap around his brass body, and he leans into it. Carmilla did put in nerves, and for that he is grateful. He cant feel temperature though, but if he could he knows the toy soldier is wooden and would be quite cold.

And there the two last Mechanisms stay, wrapped up in each other's arms.

The sun is gracing the sky with its brightness by the time either of them move.

Going back onto the cold and silent starship, back onto the Aurora who had stopped responding to them when Nastya had left. It almost feels like a deathwish, but Brian nor the Toy Soldier hesitate when entering the ship one last time. It feels like one last goodbye. And Brian knows it's the end.

That night, the airlock is open and waiting for him. A cup of tea on a table by it. His heart swells with joy for one last time as he drinks the warm beverage. He doesn't see the toy soldier, but he knows the tea is its way of saying goodbye. He can't think of what will happen to it when he’s gone, because that would be cruel.

The airlock is familiar, it's cold, and it's his death. And for one final time, he feels warm. And then it's gone as the coldness of space digs into his brass skin freezing him from the outside in as he completes the cycle. One last time.

The first mechanism died in space, and so did the last one. He became a mechanism in the vast coldness of space and ended his time as a mechanism in the vast coldness of space. The cycle is complete, one last time.

~He's not for heaven, nor yet for hell~

~Lost in the cosmos, Lonely~

#the mechanisms #drumbot brian #the toy soldier #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #angst #why did i write this #the mechanisms fanfic #death to the mechanisms #jonny d'ville #ashes o'reilly #gunpowder tim #tw death #all the characters are just mentioned (besides brian and ts)#i miss these fuckers soooo much

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asksanderssides · 2 years ago

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Question for Patton! It’s just a simple scenario-type question because I’m curious…

So, suppose you’re in a life-or-death situation (like idk, escaping a burning house) where you can only save one other side besides yourself. Anyone you don’t save will be gone forever. Never to be seen again.

Who would you choose to save? And yes you can only pick one other side.

Patton: What? I can't choose just one of them!! I love all the sides equally!

Roman: It's okay, you can say Virgil.

Logan: I think we would all say Virgil.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton #asksanderssides #some virgil love in this chillis tonight #character death mention #i guess

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bloomingkyras · 4 months ago

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Elimination Week 3

(previous / next)

Creator POV:

This week elimination are a bit complicated then before. But congratulation to the final 6 ( i will talk about what will happen in week 4 in a bit).

Unfortunately..we have to said good bye to 3 beautiful ladies, Aarini, Ofelia and Sadie. Not bcause Shawn don't like them,but it's more on something that they do in the BC house, accept for Sadie, her romance bar where -7% and that why she got eliminate.

Shawn already found out that Aarini and Ofelia had an exclusive relationship before they despite each other. But he respect that cause their own preference. Aarini got eliminate because she fight with Ofelia and with Olive (this one I don't how it's happen or when, I only saw that both had hurt sentiments) also, Aarini's romance bar was -100%.

Since Ofelia got caught was having fun with the butler and the baby's was not Shawn's, her ticket to escape from elimination will be taken away. She also already had enough chance to stay. but this time I'm really sorry. She will be move in with the butler. Shawn appreciate for her appearance to compete in this competition and won in some of the challenge.

For week 4 until end of BC, there will be no more groups. All 6 contestant must survive by themself if they want to get a solo date with Shawn or A night with Shawn just like Ellie. They have to fight to get those cause it's just came once in the week. And for this round, I will be fair about "a night with Shawn"

For Ellie..if she win again, we figure something for her. Ok this is last and maybe not every BC have. Was a CONFESSION ROOM. What was that? Hmm..let me or us take a mini break from this shenanigans ok. And this was the last queue post of this BC. They will be return in maybe 2 more weeks. See u guys again soon. Bye...

Thanks to Aarini,Sadie and Ofelia creator sent them to me into this competition.

#tj with shawn #the sims 4 #the sims 4 bachelor challenge #sims 4 challenge #tw sex mention #Sims: Shawn #theres a death happen before the elimination but I cheat her to be alive again. who is secret.#the sims 4 gameplay #ts 4 bachelor challenge #ts4 gameplay #tj week 3 #elimination week 3 #tw death mention #not gonna do tagging so feel free to tag ur self

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chocolate-cream-soldier · 8 months ago

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It is very exhausting to deal with mainstream mcu folks:

#wait so new rockstars talks about agathario's past and what's missing #and even quotes the article where jac schaeffer speaks about their meet-cute idea #but still he never mentions Rio as the other parent #instead theorising that it could be mephisto!!!#isn't that the same article where jac mentions that the writers room considered Rio could be Nicky's father #am I misremembering?#did he not read that part?#or does he believe that a cosmic entity like Death isn't capable of procreating?!!#is it because Death represented as female that's what the issue is?#ummwhatisgoingon what's wrong in considering this theory?#why stretch it back to that mephisto bs again?#I am so very confused #is this the video we spoke of yesterday or is this another video!#also can they pls stop with this mephisto thing...first he theorized that it's agatha who is mephistos' child #now he is saying nicky could be #both are horrific ideas to me but still fine it's his theory whatever #but it's really getting on my nerve now mcu dudes need to be more open minded and do better #especially coz I do like this channel...they have been pretty consistent and supportive #it seems like they are too attached to this comicbook character and feel the need to shoehorn him anyway possible #it's fun for a bit but then it becomes extremely irritating #anywho I have already lost my patience today once with desidudebros watching aaa and completely missing the points #and now this #I needed to vent #it really gets under my skin sometimes #I'll try to ignore it #rant mode #talking to the void #tag ramblings #personal #for ts

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wolfprincesszola · 2 years ago

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The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 1

I'm very excited for this project. I have a lot of old stories that I never published of just random things. This one is one of the books I'm actually really proud of, so I decided to revamp it and have some fun with it. I'll try to update it often. Every chapter will always have a trigger and content warning. Please look to it before reading the chapter because I'd rather your mental health be prioritized over a number on a fic. This story comes from the basis that all six sides have their own powers. Every chapter will be the perspective of one of the sides, but there is a pattern to the chapters. I hope you guys enjoy! ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing, Religious Exclamations, Mild Mentions of Death

<Next> ——————–

Chapter 01

Virgil Gray wished he could say he didn’t believe in ghosts, but he was a realist. He believed the things he could only see, and for as long as he could remember, he had been able to see them.

The world was full of natural magic, everyone instilled it with it. Sometimes, the magic took form as a power, and sometimes it stayed as magic in the body. For Virgil, it became a power to see ghosts. Mediums were only about 10% of the population, and so most ghosts tried as hard as they could to find the mediums and annoy the hell out of them.

Ghosts, upon meeting Virgil, were different. Some were nice, and some were horribly mean. Either way, Virgil found ghosts annoying, especially since he wasn't one for social interactions. However, they became his only sense of company as he found the living more annoying than ghosts.

Being able to see ghosts ran in his family, and so he was taught when he was younger why ghosts existed. They were people who died, who couldn’t move onto the afterlife until they had completed their unfinished business. That business could range from making up relationships with their family to even becoming famous.

Virgil, annoyed by how many ghosts resided in the living world, swore that he would help every ghost he became friends with move onto the afterlife, because he knew that everyone deserved closure.

-+=~=+-

“Heads up!”

Virgil looked up from grabbing a box from the UHaul, only to duck again once seeing a ball fly over his head.

Standing back up, he shifted the box to become more comfortable as he put it into the house. When he got back outside, he found a group of tweenage boys glancing at the football that had just skimmed by him. They were currently being scolded by Virgil's mother, their heads down as they apologized for almost decapitating Virgil's head.

Turning towards the UHaul again, he went to grab another box only to find a teenage boy about his age sitting on the truck, smirking. Jumping, he blinked, staring at him. “What? Why are you smirking like that with me?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you, sunshine?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “And who might you be, pretentious asshole? Get off the truck. I don’t want you dirtying the UHaul that we rented.”

“The name’s Roman. Roman Sanders.” The boy bowed.

Virgil took a good look at Roman. He was wearing a white shirt with a red and gold jacket and some brown jeans. On his head was a paper crown, nicely pinned to his head with his hair nicely groomed. Virgil practically contrasted the boy with black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the purple jacket he wore everywhere. He could practically see the number of insults running through Roman's head about how he was dressed. Virgil would be lying if he said that the same was going through his head.

Jeez, Roman was going to be an annoying little prick, wasn't he?

“Uh huh…” Virgil drawled, grabbing a box, “Still haven’t answered my question.”

“Looks to me like you’re a medium.” Roman hummed as he jumped onto the UHaul with Virgil, going to face him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Hey, if you’re going to annoy me, can you at least help me move in?”

“Sorry, no can do, emo nightmare.” Roman snickered.

Virgil sighed, placing the box to his side, “And why is that?”

“I think you forgot to ask one little thing about me.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow before he heard his father.

“Who are you talking to, Virge?”

Virgil turned towards his father, who he knew was the only one in his family to not have the medium powers and blinked before turning back to Roman.

“You’re a ghost.” Virgil groaned as he stared at Roman.

“Right you are.” Roman clicked his tongue, winking at him, “Virgil's a pretty name. Just like you.”

“No chance.” Virgil glared at Roman before he handed his father the last box on the truck and answered his father's question, “Just a really annoying ghost.”

“Ah, you always say that.” His father snorted, “Maybe he’ll be your new friend. You had a lot of those in Costas.”

“Yeah well, I’m trying to turn a new leaf and not look like I’m insane, Dad.” Virgil snorted as he jumped down the truck to bring the last few boxes in with his family.

“Oh come on! You’re handsome, I’m handsome, we’d make a good pair!” Roman yelled.

Virgil ignored Roman as he walked into the house, not paying attention to what the ghost had to say.

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It was evening when Virgil had finally gotten his closet unpacked and put into the correct places. Granted, he didn't have many possessions, especially in terms of clothes, in the first place. Upon turning around, he sighed in content and accomplishment, taking out his headphones.

“Finally!”

He yelped at the voice, turning around to see Roman sitting on the chair lavishly. Of course.

“I thought you’d never take them off.” Roman gave Virgil a loopy grin.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil yelled, “How long were you watching me?”

“Only about half an hour.” Roman shrugged, “You’re the first medium that I’ve come across ever since I died. What’s your full name? How old are you? What’s your favorite color? Do you have any hobbies? What-“

“Jesus fucking Christ, shut up and slow down.” Virgil groaned, trying to calm his heart. Roman did just that, closing his mouth and looking at Virgil expectantly.

“My name is Virgil Gray, I am 17, my favorite color is purple, and I like to draw. How old were you when you died?” Virgil answered all his questions calmly, knowing that many new ghosts become a little excited upon seeing a medium.

“I’m 17 too, and I died almost 3 months ago.”

For a fairly new ghost, Roman seemed to be more knowledgeable than most. Most were unable to gauge time or even what happened until they came across a medium. It seemed that Roman knew enough that he wasn't completely clueless.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Ah, car accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some drunk driver swerved and killed me.”

“Jeez, that’s brutal. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I’m glad it was a quick death, at least.” Roman shrugged before going back to his energetic and cheerful personality, “Well, no matter…how’s being a medium like?”

“Well…there’s this super annoying ghost that continues to bug me.” Virgil joked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Roman stuck his tongue out.

“What power did you have?”

“Teleportation. It was really handy for school.”

“And yet you still died in a car accident.” Virgil remarked as he collapsed the empty boxes that used to hold his clothes.

“Ouch, too far.” Roman acted wounded, “I enjoyed the freedom of driving, even if I could teleport everywhere. You know…it still works in the afterlife. I tried it when I first died. I met a lot of ghosts, and they told me the same thing. I apparently can’t move on…”

“Yeah, until you find your unfinished business and complete it.” Virgil remarked. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

Roman shrugged, “I keep thinking about it, and I really don’t know.”

Then, Virgil realized that even if he always pretended like ghosts were an annoyance to him, his heart would always be 10 times too big for him to keep in. He knew how it felt to not have anyone to depend on or to have anyone to help him. He never wanted anyone else to feel like that, not even a ghost, who always felt alone. So he said something that he knew he would regret later.

“I’ll help you.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I’ll help you find your unfinished business and then I’ll help you finish it.”

“Really?”

“You seem like a good person, and I know you’re probably not going to ever leave me alone, so I might as well help you to get you to not be so annoying all the time.”

Roman snorted, and Virgil watched as his eyes crinkled. Virgil knew that behind that cheerful demeanor, Roman hadn’t genuinely smiled in a long time. He was glad he could make the royally-dramatic boy genuinely smile, and then he knew he wanted to help Roman smile like that more. ——————– If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and it's just two clicks of a button (trust me, likes don't do anything to help me). Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

#roman you're being very obvious in your flirting #virgil is being emo as always #cw swearing #cw religious exclamations #the fate of the marked six #chapter 1 #sanders sides #ts roman #ts virgil #virgil sanders #roman sanders #virgil is kinder than he realizes #cw mild mentions of death #magic au #high school au #medium virgil #ghost roman #roman has teleportation powers

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asterssunzephyr · 2 years ago

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TP&TS Do they reconcile one day?

So my laptop crashed while I was answering this.

They do, when its all said and done. When they can be who they want to be, together and in public.

When Gem & Fwhip have settled things and the whole "war" between heroes & villains is over and done with. (I do not currently know how Gem & Fwhip end things, even more so if they live)

When both sides decide that their fighting is stupid because the gods are pinning them against one another, and they decide to screw the gods and set their world on fire rather than their own

They do get to be together, happily.

#zephs aus #empires smp #roseblings #h&v au #nature wives #mention of gods #possible death?#tp&ts au

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kjack89 · 6 months ago

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Enjolras can feel it blooming in his chest, the tightening of words he will not say taking root around his lungs, choking his throat with their vines.

“Enjolras?” Combeferre asks, his hand on his shoulder, warm and comforting and not enough, not nearly enough. “Enjolras, are you all right?”

“Fine,” Enjolras says, because what else is he to say?

Save for the one thing he cannot.

Combeferre eyes his warily, his brow furrowed. “If you’re certain—”

Enjolras waves a dismissive hand. “I am,” he says, firmer this time. Brooking no argument. “Go inside, I’ll be in shortly.”

For a brief moment, it looks as though Combeferre might argue, but instead he jerks a nod, and ducks inside, and leaves Enjolras alone with the blossoms of unsaid affection for one he dare not name growing ever more in his chest.

He coughs, and does not need to look down to see the now too-familiar sight of petals in his hand.

He is running out of time.

They all are, really, but he knows it will be a better end to die by a cannon’s blast or a rifle’s bullet than by choking on his own words that he dare not utter aloud.

They won’t change anything, in the end. And he will not waste his breath when there are far more important speeches to be given, rallying cries to make, and bonds of brotherhood to forge over any individual relationship.

He will go to his death straight-backed and proud, not wilting and dying on the vine.

Enjolras coughs once more, brushes another handful of petals off against his trousers, and wipes the back of his hand against his mouth before straightening, his mouth a hard, determined line.

He has work to do.

@kouandri really love the drama of hanahaki 🥲🌹 poor enj

thank you for this great request! 💛

#I couldn’t help myself sorry #it’s just so good 🥺#reblog for ts #long post for ts #Enjolras #hanahaki #death mention #because well canon #art #someone else’s art #beautiful gorgeous art

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ladadiida · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heavily injured from a battle in the xianzhou luofu, you thought it would be the first and last time you see your stellarmate—but then you wake up in his arms, with him treating your wounds despite showing signs of disinterest in your bond when you first met.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 soulmate au, angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood and injury descriptions, possessiveness, blade's pov, him just taking care of you with a sprinkle of angst

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 stellarmate = soulmate (inspired from stellar jade so original i know) this is actually from the blade fic that i plan on writing but this can be read as a standalone! also, if you get the ts reference in this we are automatically besties. may blade wanters be blade havers

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soaking the dirty piece of cloth in the cold water, blade let the icy liquid gather in the fabric before lifting it out and wringing it dry until it became nothing but an improvised damp towel.

it wasn't even guaranteed that it was clean enough to be put on your forehead, since the cloth was only ripped off from your dirtied skirt. however, he had no choice but to use it in the end. your body went into a shock after losing too much blood in a battle between you and some mara-struck soldiers, resulting into a high fever.

with the moon positioned at its highest point in the night sky, blade guessed that it was already midnight, meaning that he hadn't caught a wink of sleep ever since he fled the xianzhou with your unconscious body in his arms and warped to a planet he first thought of. this was nothing new. he could stay up all night and his body wouldn't feel anything at all.

blade approached your resting figure in the small cave you were both currently residing in. observing your face for a moment, which was formed in a deep frown, he brushed away the stray hairs out of your face as carefully as he could, then placed the damp cloth on your forehead.

your fever wasn't going down throughout the evening, with your body covered in sweat and hastily wrapped bandages. your shoulders were bare since your most grave injury was a stab wound near your heart, caused by a sharp blade of a mara-struck soldier, and so he was forced to rip open the top part of your shirt to stop the bleeding.

beside your now wrapped wound was none other than your mark. your stellar mark. blade can only stare at it. even when he was placing a bandage over your wound, he didn't dare touch the area where the mark rested on your skin. until now, he was still in disbelief over the fact that the aeons gave him a counterpart, his other half. after all the torment and pain, he, of all people, was blessed with a stellarmate.

he went over to the bonfire in the middle of the cave, where he was boiling medicinal herbs with water using a bowl he made out of stone. years worth of travelling between planets made him gain knowledge of which food to eat or which plant is safe to intake. emerald-iii wasn't a foreign land to blade; he had visited the planet before twice, accompanied by kafka.

speaking of his companion, blade thought back to the xianzhou while waiting for you to wake up and for the medicine to finish cooking. she must be looking for him right now, maybe even asked silver wolf to track him down. your astral express friends might be searching for you too.

he closed his eyes. the image of you lying in your own pool of blood appeared in his mind. blood was also dripping down the side of your mouth, and your eyes were already starting to close when he found you. the pain and rage and fear he felt all over his body was nothing compared to his never-ending death. and he felt his mark burning too, wanting to seek revenge to the people who hurt what was his, wanting to kill them clean with his broken—

"b—lade?" your broken voice came out in a pained wheeze. you coughed shortly after, throat dry and parched. blade turned around and looked at you. your eyes were barely open, but he can see your confusion and distress. "you're...h-here?"

"fool. don't try to talk. you are currently in a weak state." he scolded, glowering at you with his crimson eyes narrowed in slits.

you shook your head repeatedly, slowly lifting your shivering arms and wrapping them around yourself. "i-it hurts, blade..." you complained as tears lined up your eyes, fingers brushing against your wounded shoulder, "...and it's c-cold."

blade gave you a blank stare. he didn't know what to say to you. it was the first time you talked to each other properly, and the first time you were alone together. but it seemed like you were in a state of delirium, seeing that you weren't scared of expressing yourself.

you whined while sniffing, "so cold...why is it so cold?"

he sighed in defeat and shrugged off his tailcoat, leaving him in only bandages wrapped around his torso. he scooted over to you and covered your body with his coat. "we are in emerald-iii, therefore, the weather is constantly changing. endure it while i finish the medicine."

"medicine?" you asked curiously, pulling his coat up to your face.

blade clicked his tongue in annoyance. "one more question and i will abandon you here."

you were silent for the next minutes as you patiently waited beside him. he removed the stone bowl from the fire, and saw that the water has turned a greyish green due to the medicinal herbs. to further melt down the remaining floating leaves, he gave the liquid a quick stir by moving it in a back and forth motion.

bringing it up to your lips, he commanded, "drink."

moving your head forward, you sipped from the bowl, but you immediately coughed it out. after recovering from the series of coughs, you let out, "it's bitter—!"

"you dare complain when i boiled these herbs for hours just so they become pure enough to consume." blade snapped impatiently, "do you wish to be well or not?"

you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "okay. i'll drink it."

it took you a few more tries before you get to take all the medicine down your throat, your face scrunched in disgust by the time you finished drinking it.

without warning, blade scooped you up and placed your head against his shoulder. he started taking off your bloodied bandages, and once it was all removed, he examined the wound. he already cleaned and stitched it up hours ago, but it was still bleeding. it can't be helped. the supplies were sparse and the cut was too deep, and with your fever adding up, he was not sure if you'll survive the night.

sweat began lining up his forehead. gritting his teeth, he took a fresh batch of bandages and started to wrap them on you again.

why? why was he doing this? why was he trying to keep you alive? each time the bandage circled around your arm, blade's movements became more frustrated and quick and rough. he didn't even notice you gazing at him with a dazed expression until you chuckled softly.

blade scowled. "speak if you wish to say something."

"are you real?" you murmured weakly, your hushed voice cracking in between words, lacking the usual gentle tone yet it was still tinted with naivety and awe that it made him freeze. all the frustration and anger was washed away and was instead replaced with confusion to your question.

your eyelids kept drooping down, not allowing him to see the beautiful shade of your warm eyes that reminded him of the brightest stars of the xianzhou sky. it was fine; as long as he gets to hold you like this, your head against his shoulder, your bare skin against his with the moonlight shining over you, then everything was fine.

feeling his heart skid to a stop for a thousandth time that night, blade can't help but to slowly reach out, and although his bandaged hand hesitated to land on your skin, afraid it might tint your innocence with his sins, he allowed himself to caress your cheek. it did not surprise him at all when your face fit perfectly in the palm of his wounded hand, your warmth proceeding to seep through his thin and bloodied bandages. a stray tear suddenly fell down your smooth skin, and this time, he didn't hesitate to wipe it off with his thumb.

"what do you mean?" he whispered, leaning in closer to you. you didn't answer for a minute, your breathing growing heavy.

then you laughed. "i don't know," you said, "i feel like i just made you up."

more tears escaped from your eyes as you continued, "you wouldn't...boil some strange herbs for me, or wrap me up in your coat. or treat my wounds, or even talk to me. you wouldn't want to be near me. you wouldn't do that."

"i have no time for your nonsense." blade replied with the intention of sounding harsh, but it came out weak instead. you smiled at him tearily, placing your hand on top of his.

"we are going to be unbound soon." you assured him, and blade swore his stellarmark was stung the second you said those words, "and as soon as i get well, i will immediately seek the aeons and get our marks removed. then you wouldn't have to see me ever again."

he swallowed, speechless for the first time. unbeknownst to him, he was slowly pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to keep you all to himself. his breathing grew uneven as he thought of you walking away from him, forgetting him, not thinking of him, and you belonging to someone else that wasn't him. his heartbeat grew irregular at the thought of not seeing you again.

blade had the sudden urge to cover up his mark and protect it from the world. it was his. it was his and his alone, and no one was going to take it away from him. not even the aeons.

"but do you want to know a secret?" you continued quietly, your smile growing wide, "if the aeons would give me a chance to pick a stellarmate again, i would choose you."

yes. he was going to keep this mark. and he was going to keep you. ever single person who will lay their hand on your skin will meet the sharpness of his sword, and every single one who will stand in between your bond shall face his wrath.

"i would you choose you, again, and again, and again, until you want me back. until you love me back."

the second you wake up from your delirious state, he'll tell you of his new plans, and he imagined you in disbelief, surprised and hesitant and hopeless but you'll nod and you'll take his hand, and you'll run, run, run, and leave it all behind.

"oh, look at the moon," you exclaimed, pointing a finger to the crescent shaped light, and he ignored the way your breaths were growing shallow each time you talk, "look at the moon, blade. it's so pretty. the moon is so pretty."

blade pulled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head as a sinister grin started to grow on his lips, along with an unfamiliar flame beginning to ignite in his amber crimson eyes. you were his. you were his.

and not even elio can change that.

#blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade hsr #blade honkai star rail #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail blade x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade x you #angst #honkai star rail angst #ਏਓ ladadiida

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