#But he's not really mad he just wishes Dream to trust him is all.

[magnusbae]

On the rare occasions when Hob is actually mad at Dream— he refuses to sleep. Coffee, energy drinks and the God forsaken awakeness pills? All fair game. If he has to inject caffeine directly into his vein, he would. Hob doesn't often get mad, but when he does, he likes to make a point. Dream and Hob match in more than one ways, really, they do. And so it is that the Dream Lord must come out of his realm personally to sprinkle sand into his lover's eyes because he'd be damned if Hob refuses his gift for more than two nights in a row. Not speaking for 100 years? Easy. Hob refusing sleep? Unacceptable.

[etherealphosphor]

Melancholy

⟡ Contains: Neuvillette x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Fluff then angst, Reader gets blackmailed, Tiny bit of violence, Brief mention of blood

You had always been Neuvillette’s only assistant, which was odd considering the Chief Justice usually had many. Due to this fact, you were often rushing around, trying to manage all of the tasks for the day. Even though the work was tiring, you were never mad at Neuvillette for it. For someone so intimidating, Neuvillette was surprisingly kind to you. One might expect him to be a harsh boss, but he was the exact opposite.

Neuvillette had no limit on paid leaves, trusting you to use them fairly. Additionally, if you wished to leave work early due to exhaustion or for other reasons, he would simply find someone else to do your work for you. Of course, you were quite confused. What kind of boss just lets their employees leave work whenever they want? And if he could just get a replacement so quickly, why not have more full-time assistants like a Chief Justice ought to? It was almost as if efficiency was his last priority.

Though confused, you were still inclined to believe that Neuvillette knew what he was doing. After all, a man of such high status must have things under control. Neuvillette’s kindness towards you was something you were always grateful for, and it brightened your day whenever he thanked you earnestly for working for him.

Even if the task was as simple as bringing him a glass of water, he still looked you in the eyes as he told you how much he appreciated your help. Though, lately, his eye contact and gentle smile stirred a different emotion in your chest. An uneasy, nervous feeling, but not unpleasant. Was it love? You didn’t quite know.

One time, you held Neuvillette’s gaze for a little longer than usual, stunned by how beautiful his blue-grey eyes were.

"[Name], are you alright? Is there something else you need from me?" Neuvillette asked you, a little puzzled as to what you were staring at him for.

Snapping out of it, you quickly stammered, "Ah, n-no. Just spacing out, I-I apologize, Monsieur Neuvillette."

"How many times must I tell you that you can just call me Neuvillette? There is no need for such formal titles." Neuvillette softly chuckled.

"A-Alright. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Neuvillette." You quickly said, before exiting his office.

That night, you lay awake thinking about Neuvillette. No, it can’t be. Is it possible that I’ve developed romantic feelings for the Chief Justice? It’s unheard of, but I don’t think I can deny it any longer. Though I doubt I’m anything more than an assistant to him, after all, people of such high status as him don’t really go after anyone of a lower class. What do I even do?

After pondering for a long while, you eventually ended up falling asleep. Your dreams contained many different romantic scenes between you and Neuvillette, which caused you to be decently flustered when you woke up. You were quite embarrassed that your unconscious brain could even think up such things.

After getting ready, you headed off to Neuvillette’s office to get the list of chores for the day. Unsurprisingly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes after what you saw in your dreams.

Staring at your feet, you began to speak. "Greetings, Neuvillette, what tasks do you have for me today?"

Noticing your strange behavior, Neuvillette asked, "Good morning, [Name]. Is something on your mind? You’ve been acting so odd lately. If you’re going through anything, I can easily find someone to temporarily fill your position for a couple days."

"No.. no. It’s not that. Don’t worry yourself, Neuvillette. I am fine."

"If you’re sure." Neuvillette said, handing you a small list.

When you took the paper from his hands, you accidentally looked up, making direct eye contact. Those beautiful eyes of his were always something that fascinated you. And paired with that kind smile on his face, your heart simply couldn’t take it. You felt the heat slowly creep onto your face, and you quickly looked away from him. You hoped he hadn’t seen you blushing.

Though, of course, Neuvillette was a very perceptive man, and he did indeed notice. One does have to pick up on small details to judge court cases, after all.

"[Name], you look a little flushed; are you sure you’re in perfect health? It would be outrageous to ask you to work while you’re sick." Neuvillette asked, reaching out to feel your forehead for a fever.

You immediately flinched; this action of his was quite unexpected, and it caught you off guard.

"Oh, my apologies. Did I cross a boundary? It was merely out of habit." Neuvillette said, putting that hand over his heart to show his sincerity.

"Ah—no—it's fine. You didn’t do anything wrong." You replied, your own heart beating faster.

Oh, archons above, I’ve really fallen for him hard, haven’t I?

Over the next couple of days, you continued acting quite nervous around Neuvillette, something that he simply couldn’t ignore. Your behavior confused him, and he wished to get to the bottom of what was causing such a reaction.

Neuvillette had his suspicions, for sure, as the way you looked at him wasn’t exactly normal. However, he brushed it off as wishful thinking. After all, in secret, he did have quite a soft spot for you. Which was very unusual for him, as he avoided personal relationships with everybody else. To him, you were a fascinating anomaly. Who could predict that the Chief Justice would actually end up falling for someone? Even he himself was surprised.

Finally, after a week of your odd nervousness, Neuvillette simply had to ask you what was wrong once more. He doubted you would answer him properly, like every other time he had asked, and he knew that he would have to get your reaction to specific questions to gauge the situation.

Calling you into his office, he began to speak. "[Name], I know something has been on your mind lately. I’ve asked a couple times before, but I haven’t gotten a straight answer. Now, I hate to pry, but I worry that this topic may concern me, and I’d like to know if I have done something wrong so I can possibly make right of it."

Shaking your head slightly, you said, "No, Neuvillette. It’s really nothing. You didn’t mess anything up."

"You haven’t yet told me if this involves me, and don’t try to lie about it, [Name]. I can see through any lie in a second. So, does your anxiousness have anything to do with me?"

After a moment, you slowly nodded. After all, you couldn’t easily keep anything from this man. Being the Chief Justice, Neuvillette was trained to notice when people were being dishonest, so it was certainly quite a feat to get any lies past him.

"Ah, so it does indeed involve me. If I haven’t done anything wrong, then what is causing such a reaction from you?"

"I don’t think I can say it out loud, Neuvillette.."

"That’s fine. I already have my own suspicions, after all. However, I worry that they may be incorrect. I still have my doubts, which is why I haven’t brought up my own thoughts yet."

"Oh, I see. Well, what do you think?" You asked, feigning calmness. In reality, you could feel your heart beating faster.

"[Name], please correct me if I’m wrong, but... are you romantically interested in me?"

Your eyes widened. Neuvillette had indeed figured it out. You didn’t doubt that he would in the end, but you were still shocked that he had asked so bluntly. You had no idea how to respond, so you just looked away from him, completely red-faced.

"It really is that, isn’t it?" Neuvillette sounded almost as shocked as you were. With urgency in his voice, he began to speak, "[Name], please tell me if I’m right. This is important information to me."

You didn’t dare make eye contact or even move a muscle; you were too scared to do anything.

Grabbing your hands in his, Neuvillette began to speak with a hurried, apprehensive tone in his voice. "Is my conclusion correct? Please, [Name], don’t leave me in the dark like this; I must know."

Still looking away, you managed to choke out one word: "Y-yes.."

Moving his hands to your face, he cupped your cheeks and forced you to stare him directly in the eyes. "Do you truly mean it, [Name]?"

Neuvillette was smiling brightly. That was rare for the Chief Justice—usually all that could be seen from him was a small grin. But this time, it was completely different. He looked at you with a beaming smile that made his eyes sparkle just as bright.

"I—yes, of course.. of course I mean it." You said, your voice sounding a little lost. Everything was happening so quickly.

Neuvillette pulled you into an embrace, tightly hugging you to his chest. "I’m so glad, really, I am. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been wanting to hear that from you. I’ve always had a soft spot for you, but you must have already known about that. After all, there’s no way you didn’t notice my strange behavior toward you. That is also the reason I never hired any other assistants; I only wanted you by my side."

Your head was spinning a little; all this new information was so shocking, and your brain had yet to fully process it. Once the realization of what had been said had sunk in a little, you melted into Neuvillette’s gentle arms. You couldn’t believe your luck. The Chief Justice himself had fallen head over heels for you? Impossible. Focalors herself must have been smiling down at you.

Over the next few days, you made your relationship with Neuvillette official. Well, official to only the two of you, that is. Due to the judgment placed upon those with high status dating people with lower status, you had suggested that Neuvillette keep things a secret.

Neuvillette simply stated that being with you was nothing to be ashamed of, and that he didn’t mind any gossip spread about him as a consequence. However, what made Neuvillette keep the relationship a secret was when you told him that people would assume you were using him for his status and money.

Now, the last thing Neuvillette wanted was for your name to be tarnished in such a way. Rumors about him dating the lower class could be spread across the entirety of Teyvat for all he cared, but he would never apologize for loving you. But Neuvillette would not tolerate you being accused of being shallow and selfish.

After about a month of hiding your relationship, things were getting more and more difficult to cover up. You drove Neuvillette crazy; he had never experienced something like it before. Due to this fact, you two would often very nearly get caught. Perhaps it was the red marks left on your neck after spending time in his office, or maybe it was the affectionate looks you gave each other. Either way, the both of you got quite a few raised eyebrows from others working in the building.

One time, Neuvillette had you pinned against a wall in a secluded hallway, passionately kissing you as his hands trailed down to your waist. His gentle caresses were enough to make you let out a small whimper, which only excited him even further.

Moving your head to one side, Neuvillette gently sunk his teeth into your neck, trying his best not to break the skin. It was more difficult for him to be gentle than an average person due to the fact that he had sharp fangs.

Suddenly, Neuvillette pulled away from you. "Shh. I think somebody is coming."

You quickly regained your composure in case Neuvillette was correct, stepping away from your place against the wall. Meanwhile, Neuvillette was taking a look around the entrance to the hallway, making sure that nobody was there.

"We should be in the clear. I apologize for the false alarm, my love."

"It’s perfectly fine; better safe than sorry. Anyway, should we get back to what we were doing~?"

"Gladly." Neuvillette said in a low tone, smiling at you.

Raising your arms above your head with one of his hands, Neuvillette tilted your chin up with the other, leaning back in to fervently kiss you once more. You let him fully take control, allowing him to do what he liked with you.

By the time you two were done, you had bite marks all over your neck, and a blush across your face.

"Well, it’s getting late, isn’t it? Would you like me to walk you to your room?" Neuvillette asked you.

"Of course, anything to spend a little more time with you."

Walking hand in hand, Neuvillette led you to your room. In the past, it used to be a small storage room but was remodeled into a living space for you. After Neuvillette hired you, he insisted that you needed a room inside the building for your convenience. However, now that you were in a relationship with him, he admitted that it was also partly because he wanted to be closer to you.

Giving Neuvillette a quick kiss on the lips, you bid him farewell, before shutting the door. Just as you were about to lay down, you noticed an envelope that had been pushed under the door. It was addressed to you. Picking it up, you sat down on your bed and began to tear it open.

Once you saw the contents of the envelope, your eyes widened in horror. In your hands, you held many different photographs. Those pictures included the red marks on your neck, you and Neuvillette holding hands, hugging, and him pinning you against the wall. They all had something in common. They were evidence. Somebody had figured it out.

Under the photographs, there was a note. It read:

"Dear [Name],

As you could probably tell by those pictures, I know of your intimate relationship with Neuvillette. You two really are awful at keeping secrets, aren’t you? I have copies of all of those photos, by the way. There’s no point in destroying them. I intend to publish an article about you two to The Steambird. The only thing that will stop me from exposing your romantic feelings for one another to the entirety of Fontaine is if you keep your distance from Neuvillette, as you should’ve done to begin with. A Chief Justice shouldn’t be involved with one of his employees; he ought to have better standards than that.

You wouldn’t want me to spread false rumors and ruin his reputation, would you? Even if he insists that his reputation doesn’t matter, deep down, I’m sure he worries about it. Yes, I overheard that conversation of yours. A Chief Justice needs to be trusted by the people; even a child knows that. Who would trust him if he’s messing around with the lower class? I could also ruin your name as well by posting the article I have prepared. I thank you sincerely for the idea to frame you as a gold digger; it was truly brilliant.

If you don’t decide to stay away from your beloved Neuvillette, Fontaine will know him as a pervert who flirts with his servants for his own amusement and pleasure. As for you, you’ll be known as the servant who went along with it because of his status and money. And don't even think about telling Neuvillette about this letter; I have eyes everywhere. I will know if you speak with him.

You wouldn’t want to hurt Neuvillette, would you? If you truly love him, you’ll keep your distance."

You could feel your heart quickly beating in panic. You had no idea what to do. What could even be done about it?

That night, your dreams were stressful and scary, and you were still extremely anxious when you woke up in the morning. The idea that someone out there knew about you and Neuvillette, and could ruin both of your names in a second if they wished made your blood run cold.

Over the next week or so, you tried to avoid Neuvillette as much as possible. That letter was living rent-free in your head, and despite wanting to spend more time with the Chief Justice, you were terrified at the possibility that your relationship could be exposed at the snap of the blackmailer’s fingers. You barely spoke to Neuvillette outside of the small talk you had while completing your tasks each day, making up excuses for why you were so detached from him.

Neuvillette was quite confused, and he began to worry if he had done something wrong. That was often the first thing he assumed when you were acting odd, as it was the thing he dreaded most. If he accidentally hurt you, he wouldn’t know how to forgive himself.

After a couple more days passed and you were still avoiding him, he tried to ask you about it.

"[Name], my love? Is there a reason why I’ve barely gotten to see you these days? Have I done something wrong?"

"Ah—no. I have volunteer work for.. uh.. the Adventurer’s Guild. Yeah." You said hurriedly.

"The Adventurer’s Guild? Since when did you join them? If you’re low on mora, I can give you some. It’s no bother to me." Neuvillette replied, reaching into his pockets.

"Oh no, no. My mora is fine. I just volunteered for the good of Fontaine, you know? The work is its own reward."

"How kind of you; that really is a good way to look at things. In that case, I won’t keep you. Good luck while volunteering; don’t get hurt." Neuvillette gave you a quick kiss, bidding you farewell.

The look that Neuvillette gave you made you feel bad for lying, and in the end, you did actually end up going to volunteer at the Adventurer’s Guild. After a long day of fighting monsters and solving strange puzzles, you were ready to collapse on your bed.

What you didn’t expect was for there to be another envelope slid under your door. Opening it, you found a photo taken of Neuvillette kissing you earlier. Your heart skipped a beat, and as expected, there was another letter from the blackmailer.

This time, the note written by the person was much shorter. It simply read:

"Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance? This is a warning."

Your heart began to beat faster, and you were beginning to feel anxious again. You so badly wanted to run into Neuvillette’s office, throw yourself into his arms, and inform him of what was going on, but you couldn’t. The blackmailer would find out, and both you and Neuvillette would have false rumors spread about you all across Fontaine.

You hated that you were avoiding Neuvillette; it really hurt. Unfortunately, the blackmailer had scared you to your very core. You didn’t want to harm Neuvillette at all, and you knew if the article was published to The Steambird, it would severely damage his reputation and image. After all, what is a judge without the trust of his people?

You spent yet another sleepless night tossing and turning, unable to calm the worry in your mind.

Over the next week, Neuvillette tried on multiple occasions to talk to you, but you declined each time, making excuses such as:

"Sorry, I’m busy!"

"I can't right now; I have work at the Adventurer's Guild."

"Neuvillette, I’m really tired; can we speak another time?"

"I’m late for a meeting with a friend; I have to go."

You felt so bad that you had to do this. You never intended to hurt Neuvillette, but you slowly began to realize that you were causing him harm anyway. Every time you denied him, you could see the light in his eyes die, and he forced himself to smile gently. He would always reply with something along the lines of:

"Ah, I see. We’ll talk some other time, then."

One weekend, you looked out the window of your room, and it had begun pouring. Your eyes widened. Neuvillette was the Hydro Dragon, and it was said in folklore that when it rained, it meant he was crying. Neuvillette was a closed off man when it came to his negative emotions, even with you.

The rain made your heart ache; you knew it was your fault. You knew that the reason he was crying was because of you. That realization hurt like nothing else. In trying to protect him from harm, you had accidentally done the exact opposite. Even with your worries and regrets, you knew that you couldn’t go and comfort Neuvillette, despite how much you wanted to. The blackmailer would immediately publish that article if you did.

You felt so pathetic. What kind of partner would you be if you couldn't even comfort your boyfriend in his most vulnerable state? And what kind of partner lies to and avoids the other for weeks on end? The feeling in your chest was overwhelmingly awful.

Even so, you didn’t do anything. You were stuck. Your two options were equally bad. The rain went on and on, and you felt extreme sorrow even looking at it. You felt like a failure, like you were useless. You couldn’t even protect the one you loved most.

It was still raining when you went to bed that night.

The next evening, there was a gentle knock at your door. Getting up, you opened it, only to find Neuvillette waiting outside your door. In that instant, so many thoughts went through your head. You felt like you were being watched by the blackmailer.

"Good evening, [Name]. May I come in? I wish to have a chat with you." Neuvillette said, very clearly wearing a fake smile.

Even with the threat of the blackmailer, you couldn’t help it. You wanted to talk to him again.

"Uhm.. yeah, sure, Neuvillette." You said awkwardly, permitting him to enter.

Once the door was closed, Neuvillette spared no time in getting to his question. "Have I done something wrong? Answer me truthfully this time. You have been avoiding me for around three weeks now. I can’t imagine why else you would do such a thing."

"Neuvillette, no. You didn’t do anything. Trust me. This has to do with something else. I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you." You spoke, looking away from him.

"What is keeping you from me?"

That question really made your heart start to beat, and the panic was evident on your face. "It’s nothing important."

Neuvillette took your hands in his. "[Name], you can tell me anything. I’m not mad at you; I’m just worried. I’m your boyfriend; we can depend on each other. Whatever you’re going through, we can work through it together."

Finally, looking up into his eyes, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to tell him. You could feel tears starting to fill your eyes. "I'm being blackmailed, Neuvillette."

Neuvillette’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. He was absolutely shocked.

"What?"

You had finally said something. Just as your words had been held back for so long, so had your tears. They rolled down your cheeks, and even further down your neck.

"I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I should’ve, but I was scared. And I still am. I’m really scared, Neuvillette." You said, wiping at your tears.

"No, no.. [Name], it’s okay. Don’t be hard on yourself. It’s not your fault. Who has been blackmailing you? And with what?" Neuvillette’s gaze was concerned, and he stroked your hair as you cried.

"The letters are over on my desk.." You managed to get out between sobs.

Getting up for a moment, Neuvillette went over to look at them. His emotions went from concern to anger at what he saw. Who would dare to hurt and threaten you like that? Rage boiled in his chest, but he tried to keep his composure for your sake.

"Whoever did this will get what’s coming to them." Neuvillette spoke softly, embracing you once more. "I promise you."

You were still crying; it felt good to let it all out after bottling up your feelings for so long. Neuvillette kissed away your tears, and his hands began stroking your hair again.

Once you had stopped crying, he gently asked, "Will you be alright if I leave for a minute? I do wish to keep comforting you, but I have a feeling that the criminal is nearby, and I wish to catch them. Is that okay?"

You nodded, and after a short yet passionate kiss, Neuvillette walked out of the room. In his peripheral vision, he spotted a strange man, but he pretended not to notice and walked the other way. Once he was sure the stranger was walking away, he began to quietly trail them.

After a short walk, the man opened a door and walked inside. Silently, Neuvillette slipped into the room behind him. The man didn’t notice until Neuvillette locked the door.

"Can you explain to me what business you had blackmailing [Name]?"

The man was shocked to hear the Chief Justice’s voice, but he kept a confident smirk on his face as he turned to him. "A person of high status like you should not be involved with someone like them. Someone of a lower class. I’m doing you and Fontaine a favor by scaring them off."

The expression on the man’s face made Neuvillette even more angry. Neuvillette was not the kind of person to solve problems through violence, but in that moment, he couldn’t resist.

He grabbed the man by the neck and shoved him against the wall. With all his might, Neuvillette slammed his fist into the side of the man’s skull over and over. Then, Neuvillette moved down to punch him in the stomach, effectively winding him and causing him to fall to the ground.

Neuvillette’s hands were injured, but it was nothing compared to the state of the person before him. Neuvillette’s gloves had little golden spikes on the knuckles, which had left the man’s face bloodied and ugly.

Grabbing some handcuffs from his pocket, Neuvillette restrained the man’s hands behind his back. Why did Neuvillette have handcuffs at the ready when he had no idea he would be dealing with a criminal beforehand? That can be left up to the imagination.

Still not totally satisfied, Neuvillette gave the man a sharp kick to the face before walking over to his desk. There, he found the article and photos that were described in the letters. He picked them up and resisted the urge to destroy them then and there. It would be crucial to have them for evidence.

Once he had gathered all the things he needed, he looked down at the man on the floor and coldly said, "Get up. I’m going to hand you over to the police. If you resist, I’m going to assume that you haven’t taken enough of a beating already."

After a while, Neuvillette walked back into your room. You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled at you.

"Everything is okay now, darling. The man has been arrested."

Neuvillette brought you into his embrace and laid down with you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, so glad to finally get to feel a type of comfort you hadn’t felt in weeks.

"I love you, Neuvillette."

"I love you too, [Name]. You’re safe with me."

You listened to the slow rhythm of Neuvillette’s heartbeat, breathing in his calming scent as you fell asleep. That was the first night in three weeks that you didn’t have nightmares. You felt truly okay again.

[reneezsq]

haven

haven (noun.): a place of safety or refuge.

❛ !¡ pairing; neuvillette x gender neutral!reader.

❛ !¡ summary; through the hazy reminiscence of all that has been lost, the delicate affection consoled by the croon of the deceased one reappears, and it comes back like the billows swaying with the marine creatures.

❛ !¡ warnings; sagau, idk the genre tbh it’s sad but also cute at the end ?, not impostor!sagau but reader is not worldwide known as the creator.

❛ !¡ a/n; he smells like vanilla mixed with sea water, trust i’m hoyoverse.

He saw the coming and departing of many people. Immortal ones, who’s legacy has been lost with the time and that shall never come back. Mortal ones, who’s name has been passed down by their descendants, but the meaning has been lost through the myriad of different tales uttered in hopes of honoring them. Amongst them, he lost some people dear to his heart.

Many he does not even remember the color of their eyes, a laughter that he will never hear again, and that will be lost when the time will come to let them go of his mind. Some others have left a more prominent mark on his heart. His sorrows embraced by the waters themselves, and anyone that would dwell too deep would see just how much his only wish is to have one last word. For one, he never got to say goodbye, as she never really knew herself she would have done what has been done. She simply wished to appease the hearts. And for him, a companion that had stood by his and her side, a companion whose last question echo in his mind. He never really got an answer himself.

And with those, he can still feel the soft brushing of his hair. A hand soft and rough at the same time, laced with scars from the countless cuts that have been done to the world they had created, embedding it with love only to be destroyed little by little. He should have seen it coming — their departure, that is what he is talking about, — he should have prevented it. But how ?

How ? How could he have done such a thing when at the mere mention of their children dying at each other’s weapons, they shed tears. Painting those cheeks that tasted like summer with the pain of a parent. They were never really mad at anyone and anything, they had just lost the understanding and knowledge of what could be done by those they had created. They were a bit too candid on that field, believing that the golden age would remain as long as the grass was green, as long as the rivers were blue. It was all a lie, because even the gods of this world painted this beautiful dream with the red of their own veins.

And he was there. He cannot remember it all, if anything, the fact he is aware of the existence of such a moment is like having found a needle in a haystack. Because it is his past life that drowned in such warmth, not him. But he can still feel those moments, when the world hasn’t hurt them yet, when they were still his.

He found his own hair a nuisance at times, and every complaint on his end was shushed with a fugitive kiss that felt like the blooming of a flower in the heat of the spring. They would beckon him closer, and he would indulge this small trivial matter. A Sovereign and his Creator, basking in the golden hues of the dawn with the scent of rosemary and the fleeting protection of an everlasting love, like a flame that would never be extinguished. Even if a storm would have come, he knew back then that they would hold his hand and drown his worries in the deepest abyss he couldn’t even imagine.

And then, he would always feel it. Nails scratching his scalp with the tenderness of the moon kissing the sun. Those moments were as rare as an eclipse, they had duties and he did too, and when they found the time to love each other like they should, the next day would start, and with the fluttering of an eyelash, they would be gone with only a flower left for him to kiss. And they would come back when it wilted to love him a bit more, only to disappear another time, leaving him to love them a bit more as he waited. But, it was never the time to think of when they would leave, he preferred humming alongside them with the delusion that they would never abandon him.

He would always grumble when they teasingly stopped, letting him to plead for a bit more. And their arms would wrap around his neck, and he would grab their waist as he let his lips against this skin as soft and delicate as the clouds to convince them to show him again how much he meant in their eyes. And then, he would vibrate with sheer excitement and happiness at the pristine sound of their laughter. Like a siren trying to lure the captain in. Gladly, let him perish if he gets to hear that one more time.

During the days when they were a bit more weak, trembling hands attempting to braid his hair. They never admitted any weakness, but he could feel it all around him, and he could see it all around him. The birds were as quiet as a fish, as if daring to make them flared with a song too morose to make the atmosphere romancing enough. And when they would stop, to hug him and grab his hand tight, he knew that this crack on their skin was not an illusion. He had seen it in other immortal ones before they passed away, and he knew that it was hurting them. Even the almighty lacks the strength to duel the erosion. There was no point in fighting a lost fight.

Their last time, he knew it. He had guessed it was the last. Their eyes could not match the sun anymore, and it felt like the misery of the world was falling over him in an instant. Perhaps, he was the losing one from the start as he carried them all around Fontaine with the hopeless delusion that they would hold him a bit tighter, just this time. Strangle him to death, if they wish, he would indulge in any kind of destruction of himself if it meant they would remain in this world. Because Teyvat isn’t without the one that made it be. He isn’t without the one that loved him.

When they tightened their embrace, he felt no joy swirling in his heart. And his steps stopped dead as if he had become a tree whose roots were clinging to the ground deep below. It started raining. He never really felt the drops all over his skin and clothes, but he knows it by the last words they ever said to him.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.”

That day, a part of him died too. They were freezing when he carried them to the streams, wishing that at least they could depart somewhere only the two of them knew. In his own fantasies, they were sleeping just a bit more deeply than usual, and he abandoned his jacket by their side to warm them up a bit. The last flowers they had given him were fully dead now, and it was his turn to have them some flowers. That way, they will know he loved them with all he had.

“Monsieur, is it all alright with you ?” His eyes met those of a small Melusine, standing proudly in front of him in her little uniform. He nodded and she knew he was lying, he only walked away after caressing her head, and she was left staring at the soaked scenery outside of the windows of his office. If only she knew how to console him, she had tried it all and he never gave any good answer. All that calmed him was playing with his hair in a certain way. Her and her sisters had to play with his hair, scratching his scalp, then stop to have him teasingly tickle them to continue. It was specific, perhaps he had gotten this habit from somebody else ?

His steps brought him to the shore, watching in the distance a scenery impregnated in his mind for a bit too long. He watched the waves come and go here for about the entirety of his existence, and the little marine creatures living there were no strangers to his company. They knew how well he enjoyed watching them give him some small shells that he would give back like a small funny game.

But this is when he heard it, the faint sound of shoes hitting against the sand a bit far away from everyone and everything. His instincts made him follow the noise like it was pulling him in, and he saw in the distance a figure basking in all the glory of the rain coming from above. They did not seem to mind it and were collecting some things on the beach like a child being given the authorization to do so by their parents a bit too used to this love of the water and all that came with it.

And he stopped a few feet away from this stranger, their eyes met his, and he could recognize the sorrows and happiness and pain and love he knew all those years ago. And he could have sworn that he was not in a dream. He wished that he was not in a dream, that this was a reality that was his and that he had found the one that he had lost, the one that had been his, the one that was his and that would remain as such for some more years. And with no sound, they smiled up at him, and the sun basked them in all the glory that was theirs.

Is this the meaning of coming back home after the storm ?

TAGGING:: @amxto; @dxmoness

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I thought of another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. For a while, I've had this missing scene in my head from Calypso's Birthday where Stede is the one who untied Ed from the stretching device he was tied to. Stede undoubtedly heard Ed screaming in pain and from the angle we're shown, he probably couldn't see him that well, if at all, so he had to be worried sick over hearing his love in pain but not being able to see what was happening. I just imagine him rushing over as soon as the situation is under control and untying him and whispering to him and making sure he's okay. Ed probably has a hard time moving at first because his joints were just popped, so maybe he just lays there for a minute while he adjusts and Stede comforts him.

I really enjoyed this one! It works so well with some thoughts I'd had bouncing around about what I wish we'd seen in this episode.

(Always taking prompts for 1k word fics!)

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The world had narrowed down to a singular goal and what Stede had to do to see it through.

There was clarity, in moments like this, and Stede was glad for it. Everything he could see, from the rope around his wrists to the knives within eyeshot, became nothing more or less than potential tools. He was, himself, little more than the need to get to Ed. To touch him and kiss him and make sure he was okay, yes, but at times like these his mind could only hold one thing, and there wasn’t even space to think of what could come after.

Stede wondered if the way Ned had positioned them on deck, so he and Ed couldn’t see each other, was another intentional way of hurting them or if it was just a casual cruelty. Stede didn’t even know what was happening to Ed, how badly he was being hurt and in what way, and if he thought about it for too long he thought he might just go mad with worry.

Time went funny, at moments like these, every second sort of melting into the next. Stede knew he’d dream about it for years, probably - picking out Ed’s cries from the crowd, the little broken noises of pain as he tried to keep himself quiet. A shouted threat at the end of one of Stede’s own yelps. A scream that morphed into a cry of Stede’s name and back again, like Ed just loved Stede so much, trusted him so much, that he was hurting and unconsciously thought of Stede as the person who might be able to make it stop -

He couldn’t even deny it to himself, later. Ned Low’s death warrant was written when he’d mocked and hurt Ed in the cabin; it was sealed with the pain and fear and humiliation of having to listen to Ed be hurt and be powerless to do anything about it or offer comfort.

It was all very clever, slipping his bonds and getting Ned’s crew turned against him, and Stede was sure he’d find time to brag about it later. But the instant tides shifted, it all faded into the background.

Stede’s legs wobbled as he ran to Ed.

“They put you on a fucking rack,” he said indignantly, looking Ed over, checking for blood or bruises.

“Bit medieval, yeah,” Ed agreed. His voice sounded alright; little hoarse, but nothing indicating he was in excessive pain, circumstances considered. “Respect the chutzpah, at least?”

“I do not respect the chutzpah, frankly,” Stede muttered, getting to work on grabbing one of the torturer’s knives and sawing through the bonds on Ed’s wrists. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” Ed groaned, starting to pull his arms back by his side and stopping immediately, his face twisted in pain.

“Are you okay?” Stede laid a gentle hand on Ed’s elbow, and Ed flinched.

“Nothing broken, nothing dislocated.” Ed let his eyes slip closed for just a moment. “I’m alright. I’m okay.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Gonna help you,” Stede said, carefully taking Ed’s forearms in his hands. “On three, okay?”

They moved Ed’s arms back down to his side, Stede guiding them back very slowly, trying to minimize Ed’s pain. As he’d said, it was nothing time and rest wouldn’t fix, but his muscles and joints were incredibly sore and weak, and his arms trembled with exertion as they brought them down.

“More comfortable?” Stede asked, undoing the bonds around his ankles next. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright.” Ed shifted a bit, grimacing. “Just…hurts.”

He’d lowered his voice to a whisper as he admitted it. Stede rested his hand on Ed’s thigh as he worked, rubbing soothing circles through the leather.

“For a second there, it actually felt really nice,” Ed joked. “Gave my back this satisfying pop like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I bet.” Stede sat at his side, taking note of how reluctant Ed was to move. “Right now, on my pain scale, I’d say I’m at about…a four. They mostly just poked me and hit me with a stick. Very impermanent.”

He raised his eyebrows, then, in obvious question. He’d shared. It was a safe space to talk about it.

“I’m at…” Ed considered. “Maybe a seven.”

“Oh, Ed.” Very slowly, so Ed had plenty of time to object if he didn’t want it, Stede took Ed’s hand, giving his fingers what he hoped was a comforting squeeze, and with the other he cupped Ed’s cheek. “You poor thing.”

“I’m alright,” Ed mumbled. “Just need to lie still for a bit.”

Stede’s own wrists were red from the chafing of the rope, he’d noticed, and he confirmed grimly that Ed’s looked just as sore and painful. Slowly, being sure not to move too quickly and hurt him, Stede lifted Ed’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss the scrapes on his wrist.

“Thank you,” Ed whispered.

“Of course.” Stede scritched his fingers lightly through Ed’s beard, making him hum happily. “You just take a breather. You’re doing so well. I’m here, now, and you’re safe, and I’m never going to let you get hurt again. I’m with you.”

He hoped Ed heard between the words. I love you, I love you.

Stede held Ed’s hand and kept a soothing hand on his face, smiling down at him as Ed nuzzled his cheek into his palm. Occasionally, he glanced up to supervise how things were going, making a mental checklist of the crew, making sure they were all okay, keeping an eye on Ned Low as his own former crew tied him up.

He ran his thumb gently over Ed’s cheekbone.

The crisis had shifted. Ed was safe and alright, and Stede had a new priority. He watched Ned with narrowed eyes.

Oh, yes. He wasn’t sure how, yet, or exactly when. But he looked at Ned Low and there was one, singular goal in his mind:

Ned Low was a dead man walking.

[preciousthingsareprecious]

Tumblr Fic List Part 1

Hi everyone! With AO3 currently down, I thought I'd remind you all that almost all of my fics are also available to read right here on Tumblr! For years I've had the habit of cross posting just about everything so if you're looking for a particular fic, you should be able to find it on good old Tumblr.

I tag all my fics with: Precious Posts so you can also use that to find anything newer I haven't added here yet.

This is all my older fics, from my Masterlist. When I get a little more time I'll do a part 2 with my newer stuff.

To Teach a Robin to Cook: Jason teaches Damian how to cook

Baby Bat Vs the Evil Librarian : Steph and Damian take a trip to the library

Grayson’s Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (IMG): The list of rules Dick wrote for movie night

Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (FIC): Dick decides to write some rules for movie night, the other Robins have opinions

Movie Night: The Mummy: Jason does not like bugs

Movie Night: Cheeto Bomb: Dick thinks Jason planted a Cheeto bomb in the DVD player. Jason insists otherwise.

Lost Boy: Tim’s mad at Damian (again) and takes a walk to cool off

Fireworks: The Batboys attend a fireworks show for the 4th of July and Jason has flashbacks. Angsty

Baby Teeth: Bruce notices that Damian has lost a tooth, and decides to play Tooth Fairy. Fluff pure and simple.

Talk Yourself Out of This One: Dick get’s kidnapped and is forced to wait for help to arrive.

Kidnapped With You: It’s all Jason’s fault. Or is it Damian’s? Either way both managed to get kidnapped and now have to get along until Batman arrives

Misplaced Mail: Tim decides to go to college and doesn’t tell the other Robin boys.

De-Aged Tim: Timmy gets shrunk down to a six year old and Damian has to help him get back to normal.

Magical Mix Up: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all get body swapped. Will they fight or get along long enough to fix things?

Lights Out: Jason finds himself in a situation when Tim passes out on him while his chest taser is still on

The Hunt: Bruce and Damian go on the search for a missing remote

Prank War: It’s Batboys vs Batgirls

Something in the Tea: Damian drinks hallucinogenic tea and can’t escape the visions of what he wishes his family would be like.

Party Chaos: Duke just wants to survive this party, unfortunately for him the rest of the Batboys are at the party and intent on causing trouble.

Trust: DickBat era fic where Damian gets into some trouble after a fight with Dick.

Karma: Damian’s got the hiccups so Dick tries to help him out on patrol.

Comfort Sweater: Damian get’s caught stealing one of Dick’s sweaters.

Play Lessons: Mindless Fluff as Dick and Dami play Cheese Viking together

Burdens: Written for Dynamic Duo Week 2016 day 6: Leave Me Alone

Discovery: Dick and Damian do a science experiment with Geodes

It’s Called a Hug: DickBat era. Damian doesn’t understand that hugs aren’t just a reward for good work.

Like Any Other Kid: Damian can’t stop having nightmares, finally he decides to go to his father for comfort.

Nightmares and Dreams: Bruce has a nightmare that Damian’s still dead and decides to check up on his son.

Cuffed: Dick and Tim end up handcuffed together and have to rescue Jason

Chosen: Based on a HC where Damian has trouble believing Bruce really wants him.

Album: Tim’s looking through one of his old photo album’s when Dick and JAson find him.

Father Time: Tired from the night before Bruce decides to stay in bed all day. His children decide he needs company.

Favorite Colors: While Dick and Damian are shopping for a new hoodie for Tim Damian makes an interesting purchase.

Lost Not Gone: My version of Damian’s reaction to Tim’s ‘death’

Super Sleepover: Jon sleeps over at the manor

Father Daughter Dance: Bruce and Cass go to the Ballet

Learning to Ride: Bruce teaches Jason how to ride a bike

Adoption: Alfred pushes Bruce to adopt Tim

If I Live to See the Dawn: Jason’s hurt and Damian’s got to get him home

Learning to Ask: Dick takes care of an injured Bruce

Heartbeats: Takes place between Batman Rebirth issues 16-17 and follows Bruce taking care of his kids

Target Practice: Damian and Steph play laser tag

Anxious Heart: Damian deals with some latent fear toxin, Bruce helps him out

Art Show: Tim runs into Damian while going to see one of his photos on display

Family Attire: Dick and Damian go clothes shopping. DickBats era

Unintended Consequences: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick

Always Interesting: Cass buys a waxing kit and all the boys want to try it

Not a Burden: Tim gets hurt on patrol and doesn’t want to bother the family

With Love and Patience: Dick muses over taking care of Damian, there may also be suspenders involved. DickBats era.

Long Overdue: Jason offers to take Damian on patrol with him

Some Kind of Normal: Sometimes Bruce forgets just how young Damian is

Trapeze Training: Dick takes Damian out on the trapeze

Sick Day: Bruce is sick and Damian wants to make sure his father gets proper rest

Haunted Manor: Damian and Jon explore a haunting in the manor

Checking In: The batboys start to worry when Bruce is out of town and hasn’t contacted anyone in a while

Preserved Heartache: Damian sees a video of his own death

Hugs and Cookies: Dick brings a ‘get-along’ rug for the holidays

Like Old Times: Bruce and Dick on a stakeout

Safety Net: Snapshots of Damian learning to trust Dick

Irritating: Damian picks on Dick

This Stupid Family: First person pov. Jason’s little brother’s realize he too is a little brother and act accordingly.

Then and Now: Bruce dealing with Jason’s death juxtaposed with the family now

In Charge: Jason and Bruce make lunch while Alfred is out. Robin!Jason

A Little Craft Project: Damian asks Babs for help cheering Dick up

A Bad Night and Good Tea: Bruce can’t sleep, thankfully Alfred’s there to help

To Pass Through this Night: Dick died during Forever Evil. His brother’s find out and help him deal with it.

Faking It: Damian fakes being sick, Dick reacts to it. DickBats Era

Dreams of Wires: Damian’s feelings on the chip his mother put in his spine

Don’t Get Sentimental: Tiger takes care of Dick

Robin in the Batcave with the Rope: Damian get’s kidnapped by the Riddler and Scarecrow and forced to play clue

Breathe In Breathe Out: Damian gets buried, Dick worries Part 1 2 3

This Weight Off Of Your Shoulders: Damian gets sick, Alfred takes care of him

After Everything We’ve Seen: Dick finds Damian curled in the corner of the couch

Bone Tired: Dick is tired, Bruce is there to help him out

Just to See You: Temporary blind Damian, Big brother Dick

You Won’t Wake Up Alone: Dick knows he’s about to die, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of his little brothers Part 1 Part 2

First Breath After A Coma: Dick ruminates on his death, Damian’s, and all the terrible things that have been happening lately. Angst, no fluff

Your Job or Mine: Bruce gets hurt, Dick takes care of him

New to This: Dick’s getting used to his new busy life, and learning to take time for Damian

Accustomed to Standing Alone: The first time Damian’s kidnapped as a civilian

Bleeding Heart: Damian finds a dying doe and sits with her, Dick helps take care of the rest

Sun Spot: A lazy day with Dick and Damian

Of Baskets and Braids: Dick can’t sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos

As the Years Go By: Dick is growing up, and Bruce isn’t really sure how to deal with it.

A Bird in the Hand: Damian gets turned into a robin…for real. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Those Days We Miss: After Damian picks a fight with Dick, he ends up kidnapped and pretty sure no one is going to come for him.

Stay Here, With Me: Damian gets soaked on patrol, and as a result he ends up sick. Rest and medicine should help, but Damian finds himself getting worse and worse. Thankfully he’s got Bruce (and later Dick) to help sort things out.

You Always Bring Me Home: When Batman is caught by an explosion he calls the person who can always find him, Alfred.

The Care and Yeeting of Robins: Bruce comes home to find Jason in his bed. Jason refuses to move, so Bruce does what he has to in order to stand his ground and decides sleeping on the floor is the only option.

Flash/Prompt Fics:

Damian and Tim: That’s Not a Dog

Dick, Damian, and Cass: No, no, it’s okay, I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me

Damian and Dick: I stabbed my last twelve brothers. Why should you be different?

Jason and Steph: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Young Dick: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Steph and Damian: I stabbed my last twelve brothers; why should you be any different?

Tim and Damian: Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry

Older!Damian: I find this to be highly illogical, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely irresistible. Let’s play

Damian and Alfred the Cat

Tim and Damian: Damian attempts to irritate Tim

Tim and Jason: Tim’s tired and saying weird things

Batman Voice: Damian’s got a ‘Batman voice’ and it comes out at the best of times

Shrunken Sweater: Bruce’s sweater has shrunk to the perfect size

Being Sick is Stupid: Robin Dick and Bruce fluff and minor sick fic

Damian gets tricked into sleeping

Dick and Damian angst-fluff

Long Fics:

Super City: Damian and Jon on an adventure in Metropolis

Losing You: Dick loses his memories of Damian and the two try to deal with it while going after the villain responsible (plus Tim and Jason get to help)

Finding Us: The sequel to Losing You. Explores Jason and Tim’s relationship to the Batfam

[mrslankyman]

After All

Sir Pentious x (fem) Reader

Word Count: 1K

I’ll make a better one later

I love him

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Sir Pentious. The one sinner who you actually enjoyed being around. The one who didn’t quite get every joke you said but laughed anyways. He was so kind and yet somehow wound up here in Hell.

The thought of him was imprinted in your mind. He was your best friend. He trusted you to help him with his inventions and babysitting the egg bois. Your feelings were slowly growing for him.

During the worst time. He would not stop talking about Cherri Bomb. Ever since she came by to hang out with Angel Dust he wouldn’t stop ranting to you about her.

You didn’t mind listening and giving advice. Being a good friend through and through.

But a part of you broke the moment her name slipped out of his mouth. Wishing it was your name he was rambling on about. It wasn’t and you had to accept that.

Shoving your pillow over your face as you groaned into it to muffle your frustration. It was too late at night to really scream. Even if it was day time you’d hold it in. You didn’t want him to think you were some psycho jealous bitch.

Jealous yes psycho no.

Sleep finally pulled you in after a few hours of staring at the ceiling in thought.

Eyes closing and the dreams of it being you and not Cherri Bomb taking over.

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“Sssso do you think this looks good?” Pentious asked as he held up a new suit he bought. It looked the exact same as his other one. You let out a laugh and looked at him. He titled his head and eyes you curiously. “Whatsss wrong with it?” He looked at the suit puzzled. Something must be off about it if you were laughing.

“Nothing nothing it’s just that, you own that suit already. Why did you buy the exact same one?” You questioned walking over to him.

“It’sss not the sssame.” He huffed and pointed at one of the yellow stripes. “The ssstripesss are different ssshades of yellow ssseee.” He smiled holding the new suit next to the one he had on. The stripes were a few shades darker on the newer one. “I suppose you’re right but still.” A smile displayed on your face and quickly he smiled back. Realizing you weren’t being rude just teasing.

“I think Cherri Bomb will like it.” He closed his eyes, holding his head high. You rolled your eyes at the mention of her. Of course this wasn’t just a new outfit, it was a way to impress the girl of his dreams.

“Yeah I'm sure she will love it.” Despite the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach you gave a smile and words of encouragement. Resulting in him thanking you and stating you were his best friend.

Best friend.

Of course.

That's all you’d ever be.

He hugged you, his arms wrapping around you. For a moment you closed your eyes and let the moment sit. Knowing one day it wouldn't be you he would hug. It would be her.

He wouldn't need you once he got with Cherri Bomb. You’d be casted aside for the better girl.

Though a part of you knew Pentious would never do that. He cherished you and you two had been friends for a good while. He never left you even when you made him mad. He didn’t throw you out of the blimp when you had broken one of the levers.

He would get mad or sad and then calm down. Apologizing and saying you were his best friend. His only friend in all of Hell. Besides his egg bois you supposed.

And now besides Cherri Bomb.

She didn’t even speak to him when he tried so hard to get her attention.

She would brush him off and go to Angel Dust.

You’d just watch from across the room as his happiness faded and he would slink off to the bar. Thank Lucifer Husk could keep a secret. He knew about your feelings for Pentious. He would never tell him what you said when you got drunk just as he would never tell you what Pentious said when he was drunk.

He let go of you after a few moments pulling you out of your fantasy world.

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Today was the day you dreaded. Cherri Bomb was coming over to see Angel Dust. Though to Pentious it was the day he could try and flirt with her. He had his new suit on and was ready to impress. Though he was obviously nervous.

You gave him some words of encouragement.

“I’m sure she will love the new suit.” You patted his back. He turned his head to you and smiled. “Really.” He asked his flaps sticking up happily. You giggled slightly and nodded your head.

“Yes. Trust me. Any girl would like it.” You pushed him forward slightly. “Go get her!” You cheered as he slithered off. His confidence had skyrocketed thanks to you.

You stood there watching him go, the smile on your face fading slightly.

Angel Dust stood in the corner eyeing you down. Noticing how your shoulders hunched and you sighed.

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“Misss Bomb.” Pentious smiled in front of Cherri Bomb. She turned to him with a curious look. “Yeah? Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?” She tilted her head laughing at how he held up a flower. “Girl friend?” Pentious asked, confused as he held the pathetic flower up.

“Yeah Angie told me all about how you and {Y/N} are always together. I just assumed.” She shrugged, not noticing the look on his face.

He stared at Miss Bomb. Did Angel Dust really think he was with you? In fact did the whole hotel think that? What if Husk told his secret.. He knew he shouldn’t have blabbed off when he was drunk.

What if you knew? What if thats why you had been acting so weird around him. So off putted and disinterested about certain things.

What if she knew this crush on Cherri was a distraction.. He started to sweat. Freaking out as Cherri Bomb stared at him. Angel Dust walked over.

“Is he.. Okay?” He asked Cherri Bomb as Sir Pentious looked at him.

“Don’t think so.” Cherri Bomb looked at Angel Dust concerned.

“Don’t tell me you know my sssssecret!” Pentious stared at Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb.

“What secret?” Cherri asked.

“The one where you like Cherri?” Angel laughed and Sir Pentious grabbed his flaps and covered his red face.

“Not that, the one where I like {Y/N}!” Pentious shouted out.

“Oh yeah half the hotel knows.” Angel teased.

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“Are you even sssure this is a good idea? Ssshesss my besst friend..what if sshe doesn’t like me.” Pentious gulped as Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb instructed him on what to say to you. “It’ll be fine. Stop being a pussy.” Angel Dust shoved him to your room door. He and Cherri Bomb slid behind the corner.

Pentious took a breath and knocked on your door. A few moments later you came and opened it. Looking at him curiously. “Oh.. Hey Pentious.. How did it go?” You asked opening the door further to allow him to come inside. He smiled nervously and slid into your room. “It went.. Ugh well..” He took his hat off and fiddled with it nervously. You closed the door and turned to him.

“Umm well.. {Y/N} there's something I wanna tell you…” Pentious looked up at you, his face red. Surely everything went fine. Pentious was the sweetest sinner you knew. No way Cherri rejected him.

“Yeah what is it.. Did she.. Not like the suit?” You stepped closer to him. He shook his head. “No no it’s not that.. It’s not about her.” He looked to the side as you waited for him to explain.

“It’ss jussst that.. I umm. Well.. I don’t know how to say this but…” He dropped his hat and wrapped his arms around you. Dipping you down as he held onto you.

“Pentious..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Unsure if this was a dream or not.

“Are you okay..?” You questioned again after he didn’t reply. “I’m more than okay.” His face turned red and he leaned down. Kissing you softly.

Your heart thudded in your chest and your face turned red. Closing your eyes and kissing back quickly. Once he felt your lips move against his, his flaps shot up instantly. He pulled you back up and they fell back down once you both pulled away.

“Pentious what about… Cherri..?”

He shook his head. “I love you. I ssshould of never tried to hide that fact.” his eyes watered up and he hugged you.

“Oh Pentious.. I love you too.” You hugged back. He smiled wide and pulled you even closer.

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb peeked over the corner as you and Pentious came out of the room. Smiles and blushed on both your faces.

“Glad he found his happy ending.” Cherri smiled.

“Me too, maybe he’ll shut up now.” Angel snickered and they both walked off.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hello, could I request a Heimdall x reader, like soulmates, as if the bond between them was pain, as if one of them was hurt the other would feel it and only the touch of the soulmate would make the pain stop? or something about the first kisses between them, I'm really pleased with anything about this man

Hmmm, let me see where I can go with this~

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✬Ever since he was created, Heimdall has been a non-believer in the silly idea of a romantic relationship - The single notion that there may actually be someone out there, who could possibly be up to his level, or anywhere close to it.

✬He hadn't cared, nor did he even attempt to try to find out his soulmate - He didn't believe one existed to begin with - A counterpart of his own, someone whose personality and heart could mirror his own, complete him wholly.

✬He was already perfect to begin with, he needn't someone to complete him - He was complete by himself!

✬He couldn't even imagine allowing some filthy mongrels who consider themselves 'Gods' touching him, let alone stay in their disgusting proximity. A few hours once in a blue moon was enough for him to satisfy his carnal needs. No one was worthy of him.

✬Heimdall is a pure Aesir God, the Foresight haver, the Holder of Gjallarhorn, the All-Father's most trusted person, the Protector of the Asgard. What more could he need in life?

✬For some odd reason, he felt a peculiar pang of pain in his chest, where his heart area could be, though there was no particular reason for it - It happened out of nowhere, even when he was relaxing with a book by the fireplace.

✬Not only that, but on even fewer occasions, his body would feel uncharacteristic aches - He wasn't some clumsy idiot, he didn't get himself hurt - Hell, he never got touched without his consent before, let alone get his flesh harmed - So what was this all about?!

✬His only saving grace was the night, when he would allow himself to rest and enter a deep sleep. Sometimes, he would enter the dream world, the only place where his heart, soul and mind could feel at ease and genuinely happy.

✬Every time, he was teleported in a forest clearing, in a beautiful flower clearing, next to a rapid river breaking through the stones. A warm ray of Sun peeked through the large crowns of the tall trees, caressing his pale face, making his golden hair shimmer ethereally.

✬He felt happy. He felt content. He smiled.

✬Every time, without fail, a gorgeous white deer, mystical and glowing silver, with the most kind eyes that looked more human than animal would approach him - Afraid, but curious. It was a repeating cycle every time, yet without fail, the deer would trust him, nuzzle her wet nose into his palm, and even lick his face.

✬Her eyes... Kind, yet sad, nostalgic, melancholic... Lonely...

✬An animal hiding a pool of humanly emotions, as if she wished to be found already.

✬Or maybe he was going mad.

✬Heimdall didn't feel anger, nor disgust for anyone, he didn't scowl or frown, nor did he sneer or scoff at the idiocy surrounding him. Instead, he felt content and at peace, with his heart bursting and glowing with joy and love every time this deer would rest her head on his lap.

✬Could this deer be his Fylgja? His guardian spirit? The embodiment of his soulmate's soul and spirit, watching over him, completing him, just as those silly stories tell? Was there someone out there, that could heal him, his mind and heart? Could there be someone out there having similar dreams as him, with a white, mystical stag watching over them, protecting them, caring for them, the same as this doe is healing him? Could there be someone out there, with his soul connected to them?

✬He doubted that.

✬Still, he relished in the escapism that was created as a gift for him.

✬Surely, the universe knew how much stress and pressure he was under, especially having to keep around all those fools who consider themselves Gods. Thank the All-Father he was tasked with guarding the wall, and his home was far, far away from the village, otherwise he doubts he'd be able to keep himself in check and not murder everyone.

✬They say that your soulmate appears out of nowhere, when you least expect it. It was then that Heimdall felt sheer terror in his heart, for the first time in his long life - The time when he witnessed Y/N getting slammed into the tavern wall by a clumsy, drunk Thor, and he felt his spine ablaze with pain.

✬ He felt her pain. That was impossible. That couldn't be.

✬But that wasn't the only thing terrifying Heimdall.

✬Her eyes held the same innocence and loneliness as his spirit deer.

✬Since then, not only did he avoid Y/N like the plague, but he actively kept away from all the Gods, except the All-Father. It was the perfect excuse - He just hated everyone.

✬But no matter how much you try to run away from fate, it always finds a way of catching up to you.

✬A knock on his door disturbed him, and he felt compelled to slam his book to the ground, angered that someone dared disrupt him from his leisure time. He swung the door open and war ready to yell at the idiot barging in at such a late hour at the night.

✬But as soon as his glowing purple eyes met those beautiful doe eyes of hers, Heimdall's body froze, and the yell got stuck in his throat.

✬"Forgive the intrusion at such a horridly late hour of the name, Heimdall. I just finished work." without realising, his heart was beating so fast, pouding in his chest. "I... thought you've been looking rather upset lately. I... I don't know what bothered you, but... I thought I would bake you a few snacks." she rose the basket to eye-level, and Heimdall could feel the smell of delicious pastries and freshly baked bread. When he didn't respond, or even sketch a single reaction, Y/N smiled sweetly, causing the Aesir's snow-pale cheeks to flush up a little. "Are you feeling quite alright? You seem feverish." she tried to place her hand on his cheek, feel his temperature up, but Heimdall overreacted and yelped, roughly grabbing at her wrist before she could touch his skin. He feared that, should her touch be magical, then the truth would be revealed and affirmed. Soulmates existed, and even he had one. "Oh, forgive me for overstepping my boundaries. I was just worried for you."

✬Heimdall looked away with a scoff, only for his face to redden up even more. Though he despised the idea of love and being vulnerable, his hand moved on his own, allowing the Goddess to feel his skin.

✬At once, he shuddered involuntarily, and a warm, tingling sensation took over him. He loved it, it felt so good, it was unreal.

✬After a few seconds spent like that, Heimdall dared shift his gaze at her. Y/N was smiling. "You knew, didn't you?" he mumbled under his breath. Y/N nodded gently. "I have known since we were children." the man's eyes widened in shock. "There aren't all that many people in Asgard with eyes as beautiful as yours." she giggled sweetly. "If you knew it was me, why didn't you come sooner?" he asked, pulling her inside his hut, protecting her from the cold outside. "You never did look at me." her comment stung his heart. "Or, at anyone else, for the matter." she sat on the couch by the fireplace. "Besides, I did tell you, didn't I? Through your dreams, I was there. I waited for you, every night, in that clearing. I could feel the pain of your soul, and I was there, waiting to take it all away from you. To heal you and erase all of you worries." it wasn't just her touch, but that warm smile on her face that made the man feel ablaze with love. "So the deer was you, not my Fylgja." he muttered, more as an affirmation, than a question. "I could see you, the same as you saw me. It was my soul that you saw, not my body. It was my soul healing you, the same as your soul protected me from the animals trying to harm me." Heimdall looked up at her, realising their dreams were slightly different. He saw how scared she was at first, as a young child, being surrounded by fiersome bears, wolves and panthers, only for this strong, large white stag to prance over and protect her from harm, throwing all the predators away with his huge antlers. "Soulmates complete each other." Heimdall found himself saying, realising that what Y/N healed, he protected. That god-awful statement was true. They completed each other perfectly. He may be whole as a singular person, but it felt even better, without his soul honeyed by another. "Ah, to hell with this." emboldened by Y/N's mere presence, Heimdall shot up from his couch and dragged her up, gently cupping her face and pulling her into a sweet, gentle kiss.

✬It felt as though the whole universe disappeared completely, and it was only them present. Not in two physical bodies, but two souls connected, intertwined for eternity.

✬A sensation of deep love and warm, like honeyed milk at night, before falling into a deep sleep. The gentle caress of nature and the healing touch of a lover.

✬That which angered him the most through its absence, became Heimdall's most cherished possession.

✬ His soulmate's eternal love.

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . .

(PLATONIC) GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X CHILD READER.

" Oh, you little bunny, I love you so. Stay with me .Oh, please don't go."

Summary: After being chosen to perform in one of your neighbors, Mr.Tetch's, performances. You find yourself in a new and unfamiliar place. That is, untill you see the face of your neighbor sitting across from you . . .

AN: Reader is on the younger side in this story (about 8-12)

Warning ⚠️: DARK FIC, Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Hynotizing, Child endangerment, Delusional behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Creepy Jervis Tetch, Injuries, Drugging

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Blinking your eyes open, you slowly lifted your head up as the ticking noise in your little ears began to slowly fade away. Your face was hot and sweaty. A feeling of panic washing over you as you find that there was something on your face.

A mask of sorts.

Trying to lift your hands and remov it, you only let out a shocked little cry of pain as you felt your wrists rub against the rough rope which ties each of your arms down tightly into the chair. Looking down, you could see the red marks slightly from underneath the rope.

Where were you? Where were your mom and dad?

" Well, well" Looking up while in an even more panicked state, you saw through the peephole of your mask, a very familiar man across from you. Looking at you with a dark, malicious fondness: A smile on his lips.

Of course.

You remembered now.

You and your family had gone to a small dinner show in your neighborhood where the would be some performances being done. One of those performances being done by your neighbor: Mr.Tetch.

Mr.Tetch was a rather nice man around the neighborhood and you would often see him a lot due to how small the area you lived in was. Alway a gentleman like and fancy.

He would come talk with your parents sometimes outside of the house, giving you a little smile and wave while you nervously gave one in return, clinging to your mother's leg.

It's not like you didn't like Mr.Tetch. You were just shy, that's all.

He even once sent you and your family a few homemade sweets after finding out you had caught a rather nasty cold. Always being warm and welcoming to you and your family, and even soon turning into a good family friend.

That was probably the reason why when you were picked out from the crowd, you felt as though you could trust him. Trust him as he held his silver pocket-watch in front of your face: Swinging it back and forth. Watching as you slipped out of conciousness and into a willing husk. The ticking noise echoing throughout your ears.

Oh how foolish you were.

" My dear little bunny is finally awake." He puts down the teacup he was holding in his hands back onto the decorative table filled with other teas and sweets made to your very liking.

" Mr . . . M-mr Tetch?" You ask. Hoping Wondering if maybe the mask was just giving you bad eyesight.

Mr.Tetch stood up from his seat. Slowly walking towards you as he spoke.

" Im Sorry, my dear. I now it us all sudden but . . . Oh, I just really couldn't help myself. Don't you see. Such a perfect opportunity: to take you a way and keep you all for me."

Jervis had grown obsessed with you. Completly delusional. But nobody had been able to see it under all his kind words and charm. He didn't really know what it was at first. But for some odd, dare he say mad reason, he grew this dark wish to have you all for himself.

This fatherly urge to care for you . . to spoil you. . . to raise you as his own. It had all become too much for him to take. And the show had been the perfect opportunity.

He had followed you and your family around for a while. And thank goodness you all lived in a smaller part of Gotham because nobody ever suspected a thing when he would show up seemingly at random.

As he continued walking towards you, you pressed your eyes together tightly, hoping that it all was just a bad dream. Two little tears trickled down your eyes because of the burning pain in your wrists.

You let a small wimper as you heard him kneel down in front of you. Gently unclasping the mask from the back of your your head, and pulling it away from your sweaty face.

You let two more teardrops roll down your cheeks as you slowly squinted your eyes back open. Looking down at the man who had done this to you. You can very clearly now see that it was, in fact, Mr.Tetch.

You were wearing a fancy yet comfortable outfit that reminded you of the white rabbit. The one from "Alice in Wonderland" that you liked to watch on rainy days in Gotham.But you didn't care right now. Your mind only focused on how much pain you were in as you watched Mr.Tetch cup your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

" I . . . " You tried to say. Jervis gave you a puzzled look. Now grasping the physical pain and discomfort in your face.

" Bunny? " He asked. His smile faltering a bit. " What is it? "What's wrong?"

" I-it. " You finally manage to choke out. Now on the verge of sobbing. " I-it hurts!"

Now Jervis was panicking. " What?" He asked frantically. " What hurt, wha-"

Then he saw them. Your little red wrists from underneath the rope. An expression of rage starting to form on his face: his smile now fading away, fully.

" THOSE ABSOLUTE-"

Of course! Of course those dense, stupid fools had not been careful with you. Oh . . . they were going to be in for it!

Jervis then took a deep breath.

He needed to calm himself down and focus on taking care of you. You were sobbing now. " I-I want my mama!" You cried," I. . . I want my p-papa!"

Jervis just began to shush you. Cooing at you with sweet words. " Don't worry, bunny. Papa's here. Papa's right here."

Quickly, he worked to get the rope off of you. Trying his best not to put you in any more pain during the process. He could see your wrists now, fully in view: red, raw, and bleeding a bit.

" Oh bunny . . . " He cooed pitifully. Your head hung low, and you began to calm yourself down. The relief of freedom from the ropes was helping a lot. " I'm so so sorry."

You flinched and squirmed as you felt him wrap around your torso. Picking you up as he now sat with you in the seat to the right of where you were just sitting.

As you sat there in his lap, you hat the urge to kick and scream. To fight him off. But your tired, anxious, and hurt body wouldn't let you. So you just slumped into his chest. Winching as he gently kissed your sore, little wrists. " I'm so sorry, bunny. It's ok now, I'm here. Im here."

You don't know why you were feeling so comforted by his words. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, your lightheadedness from crying, or both. But it was working, and Jervis knew it.

Looking at one of the deserts, Jervised used his free hand to pull it forward while his other arm remained gently wrapped around you.

" Here" He says, raising a piece of it to your lips. " Will this maybe make it a bit better?"

You look down at the treat for a moment, then look back at Mr.Tetch. You defiantly didn't trust whatever he was trying to give you.

" Not hungry." You lie. In all actuality, you were starving.

" We both know that's a lie, my dear." He replies, a bit of smugness lacing his tone. " You haven't eaten anything in the past seven hours."

" Now, please eat it." He raises the sweet closer to your lips. And you just decided to give in. Hesitantly eating eat. Meanwhile, Jervis seemed pretty satisfied.

He let out a small hum as he watched you struggle to stay awake. Your eyes slowly closing before you snapped them back open: the method becoming less and less effective.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose." He began to sing softly. " Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny from your head. . . "

You couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. His words were all ruffling together as you slipped out of consciousness. Falling asleep in his loving, twisted embrace.

[gorgeouslypink]

Anons FAQ

Hi guys! Today I wanted to answer a bunch of questions that I frequently get asked in my asks. This is going to go over a bunch of topics so skim through to find what you're struggling with and I hope this helps everyone 💗

"I feel like it's unfair to manifest in the void and it's stopping me from entering. Won't it give me an unfair advantage over everyone?" Life is unfair in general. There's disparity in everything, from attractiveness, to income level, to intelligence. Even the people around us. Some people are born in much better circumstances than others and you entering the void is to just get your ideal circumstances. Don't hold yourself back thinking about what's fair or not because nothing is fair so just get your dream life.

"Please tell me a guaranteed way to instantly enter the void." There is none. Trust me, I really wish I could just tell you to listen to this one subliminal and you're guaranteed to enter or to do this meditation and you'll enter but there's no such method that is 100% guaranteed. If there was, I would have shared it by now. Fortunately, there are methods to enter the void but it's going to have to be trial and error to find one that is compatible with you. My own void journey was filled with trial and error and even then, I entered the void on accident. The "guaranteed way" I guess would be through loa and fixing your mindset but that's not really a method.

"I have issues with my desires." / "I feel like something is stopping me. Why do I keep procastinating?" Read this.

"I'm scared of what happens when you manifest. I don't want to shift. What should I do?" I have talked about this many times before but I'll say it again. Stop obsessing over irrelevant details. No one knows what happens when we manifest. Scholars and monks who have dedicated their lives don't, Tumblr bloggers don't, I don't, and you don't. All anyone has is their own experiences and knowledge and from that, they derive theories. Just subscribe to theory that suits what you want the most. It's law of assumption, whatever you assume is the truth so just assume whatever theory you like is the truth and your problem is solved.

"Why do void bloggers not show proof?" Privacy and peace of mind. One of my mutual just told me about this but there's a tiktoker who used subliminals to look like a BTS member and he glowed up but he shared that he used subliminals and now he's getting hate. The post where he shared that he used subliminals is deleted but there were people calling him delusional, saying he's still ugly, kpop fans mad that he "stole" a kpop idol's beauty, etc. You can learn a bit about it here.

"Is it possible to...." Yes.

"Please give me advice"/"What is advice you wish you could give everyone?" The key is consistency. This applies even if you're choosing to enter through LOA. For LOA, you need to keep a consistent mindset. As for other methods, consistency is still important. A few of you might have picked up on this already but a lot of success stories are people entering unexpectedly, including me. This is why consistency is so important. You never know what method will work/when you're going to tap in but if you atleast consistently listen to a subliminal or do a meditation, you might tap in anyday.

[milayawr]

Sea of Hearts

Nikolai Lantsov x F!Reader

Summary: As you enjoy the rain, someone enjoys your happiness.

Word count: 1,695

Warnings: None

Notes: This was a little different in my head, but still, I like it. The story isn't deeply written. I just found the scene cute in my head. Hope you like it!

Also, this is basicly a Sturmhond x Reader, but it doesnt really matter. It's short anyways.

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Sturmhond was a mysterious man.

That was how you could define him. Of course, he had other definitions besides mysterious. Like handsome, intelligent, talented, adventurous... He was the hound of seas.

You've been on his ship for more than one year. You've watched his every move. It was your job, to watch him and if something goes wrong you go help him. As a tidemaker, you were there when he asked for your help to control the ship against the feral waves that had the power to crush every ship that sails on water.

Sometimes, on stormy days he sought your help. You loved being helpful, because you thought you didn't deserve the money you got from him. Wishing for air to be stormy was the cruelest thing to do but sometimes that was all you did.

When he found out about it he didn't get mad. You expected him to, but he didn't. Your act was childish and he actually laughed when you told him that you wished for the day to get worse. You wanted to be worthy of the money and he understood your worries.

He was the best.

He was funny and careful. Even in your saddest days, he made you laugh until your stomach hurt. At the times you catch a cold he calls his most trusted healer to treat you.

Not only you, though. Obviously. He cares for everyone on the ship. His ship is his little kingdom and he cares for it more than anything in the earth and sea.

You blinked as something fell on your head. You slightly jump where you stand. As you looked up at the sky you felt more raindrops fall on your head. You smiled into the air. You loved the rain.

The rain made you feel alive. The raindrops that fell upon you touched your skin as if they were parts of you that had drifted away. It hadn't been raining for a long time and deep inside you knew that it was a reunion.

You slowly spun around yourself and spread your arms around as you giggled playfully. By using your small science you made the little drops stay on your skin. They were like armor to you, ready to protect you at all costs. They indeed made you alive. Kept you alive.

Behind you, you heard a familiar laugh. As you turned your back you already knew who you were gonna meet. Your crew captain. With his auburn hair and green eyes, charming face, and burning gaze he looked like a living saint.

He was leaning on the railing. His arms were tied to his well-built chest. As the rain got faster his shirt got wet. Unlike him, you were as dry as the ones that were sleeping inside of their cabin. The water drops were touching your skin but they didn't stick to you. You never knew why but it always happened when it rained. It touched you, made a connection with you but never stayed with you. As if the water drops didn't want you to get cold or something like that.

"Hello, Kapitan." You smiled widely as you got closer to him.

"Hello, Y/N. Having fun?" He asked with a mischivious grin.

"Always." You answered. "Wanna join me, Kapitan?"

He shook his head and your smile slightly faded. You normally wouldn't care if someone didn't want to join you but a part of you knew that it was different with him. It had always been different with him. You never knew why.

"I'd rather watch, but thanks." He winked an eye. You were quite sure that you saw a reassured impression on his face when your face lightened up with a bigger smile than before. "I want to know why my favourite tidemaker is awake while everyone else sleeping and having their ten thousandth dream?"

You blushed without a reason. "Well, I couldn't reach sleep so I came here to watch the sea." You turned to look at the endless sea. It was dark but the moonlight made it clear for your eyesight. "When I was younger I was afraid of the sea at night."

"I thought you grew up in a coastal village before you went to the Little Palace."

He remembered. As always, he remembered every little piece of you. You told him once about your childhood because you weren't fond of talking about it. You both were drunk and you rambled something to him. But he remembered.

This little thing made your heart go wild.

"That is right." You mumbled. It was so quiet that he even could hear your heartbeat. "But my brother... He told me a story about the sea creatures that lurk at night. I didn't care about the story and the day after that night I went to the shore with my friend. We got scared of the little stones the second we entered the sea and ran away." You laughed as you told him the story of your early life. When you looked at him, you found him staring at you with those eyes. "Sorry, for the rambling."

"No, not at all." He told you. "I love your little stories. Imagining little Y/N running away from so-called creatures was quite fun." His laugh made you blush even more. "But I didn't know you had a brother."

You cleared your throat before you spoke, trying to control your voice. "A month before they took me he... He died from fever." You felt the raindrops hit your head again. This time they were making you wet. To hide the hot tears that threatened your eyes. "My mother lost two children in the same year. Month even. It must have been hard for her."

Your face was wet with rain but all the rain did was hide the tears from the eyes that looked. But it was impossible for anything to hide it from him. He stretched out his hand and wiped your face. His touch had the remnants of tendency and softness.

"It must have been hard for you."

His hand felt right on your cheek. It was like it belonged there. You felt light as a feather. Your worries left your soul with only his soft touch.

"It was." You wiped the tears that stained your face. "But it stayed in the past. I am here with you, I have a new life. I have power that I've improved over the years. I can protect myself and I... can find love, someday."

"I love the way you think. Very optimistic you are..." His eyes fell down to your lips and then immediately climbed up to your eyes. Or you thought so. "I am surprised to know that you haven't found love." His fingers pushed some of your unruly hair behind your ear. "A powerful, magical girl like you should be worshiped."

His words were a new weight on your heart. It shuttered, but didn't break. You knew your heart was so vulnerable that it couldn't handle a little romantic phrase.

A smile made its way on his lips when he saw your lips parted, cheeks red and eyes shiny as moonlight. "My pretty, selfless little tidemaker..." he whispered. His face was closer to yours. His hand on your cheek made its way into your hair and his always soft touch remained there like it found a treasure there. "May I kiss you, Y/N?" The question left his lips like a plea.

You nodded, your mind was under his charm. "Yes." You answered.

After your very brief answer, he kissed you very tenderly. As if testing the waters he parted your lips, but didn't move a bit away from you. Your noses that touched each other were red. The rain still affecting the both of you. You felt like every drop was to make sure that you weren't burning with the flames of intimacy between you and Sturmhond.

This time you connected your lips. His other hand went to your back and rested there. His hand in your hair was... afraid to touch. He was acting like he was gonna break you if he touched you. You wanted to tell him with your kisses that you were fine.

You were not a glass after all.

When you shyly let your tongue enter his mouth to wander, he pulled off of you. His hand on your back tightened as he looked at you.

"Did I— Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry—"

"No, no, never. You never do wrong, my love." He stroked your hair as he looked at you in the eyes. "I don't think I can hold back."

"Then don't." You said. Sudden courage filling your whole body. "I don't want you to..." You didn't know his real name.

He knew the reason for your sudden stop. He moved his mouth closer to your ear. "Nikolai." He whispered as if he told you a secret.

"What?"

"It's Nikolai."

Nikolai. A beautiful name for a beautiful man.

"I don't want you to hold back, Nikolai." You didn't question anything as you kept your word. "I want to know."

You didn't know your heart, his heart, the feelings... You didn't know love at all. You wanted to know about everything that included your heart and feelings. You knew he was the one to guide you to your own heart.

You wanted to be familiar with yourself.

"I want you to show me."

There was a soft smile on his lips as he leaned down again to catch your lips. He was going to show you the doors of your heart. He was going to show you the way of love.

He was mysterious, handsome, intelligente and talented. He was the key of your love.

You were sailing on the sea of hearts with him as the rain continued. Still, trying to save you both from the invisible flames that surrounded you.

It was the night you forgot about the stories of the lurking creatures and loved the sea more at night.

This was the strory of how you found your love.

[electric-sheeeep]

in honor of my new 1989 brainrot aligning with my constant marauders brainrot i've decided to relate every song on 1989(tv) to marauders ships and moments 🩵🩵

welcome to new york - the marauder's first day at hogwarts when they're all exploring and excited

blank space - dorlene - the whole being drawn to each other and having a wild side plus boys only want love if it's torture is so sapphic

style - jily - everything about the song just screams jily they're a classic

out of the woods - rosekiller - they knew they were powerful together and were always facing new obstacles plus everyone knows they're lowkey toxic in the best ways

all you had to do was stay - jegulus - james to regulus after reg broke up with him it just makes so much sense

shake it off - sirius black - it's about srius after he gains independence and stops caring about what others think of him

i wish you would - wolfstar - i miss you too much to be mad anymore this seems like remus forgiving sirius after the prank but not knowing how to reach out

bad blood - wolfstar post prank - every single line in this song relates to remus's feelings about sirius after the prank i was thinking you could be trusted

wildest dreams - jegulus - it's about regulus thinking that being with james is never going to end well someday when you leave me

how you get the girl - jegulus - never told her why regulus leaving james because he thought it was best for him but realizing that they both need each other <3

this love - wolfstar - this love is alive back from the dead them getting back together after sirius gets out of azkaban and getting to be happy

i know places - jegulus - a love that has everyone against them is so jegulus coded no matter the context

clean - jegulus - i was drowning that's when i could finally breathe regulus letting go of his love for james when he drowned in the cave because he was finally free

wonderland - nobleflower - they had their own little world and it lingered even when it fell apart

new romantics - black brothers - i firmly believe this is sirius showing regulus what life is like without the rules of the house of black

"slut!" - wolfstar - sirius was always known as a player and and easy shag but he fell hard for remus, the casanova of gryffindor everyone wants him that was my crime

say don't go - jegulus - james begging reg to tell him that he wants him too but regulus isn't going to

now that we don't talk - black brothers - the first verse is reg to sirius you grew your hair long and the mom who says it's for the best is walburga and the second verse is sirius to reg and the mom is effie (just ignore the romance subtext i love this sm)

suburban legends - jily - lily pov knowing that in theory she and james are perfect together but it isn't going to work and the unmarked number was regulus

is it over now? - bartylus - this one was actually so hard but i love the idea of reg singing the bridge to barty about how he slept around after they broke up while he stayed quiet

this was really fun and i kinda want to make it a series lol let me know what you think and if you agree or disagree with my interpretations!!

[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia AU Part 2

After the party, life went on as usual. Eddie really thought nothing of it until he and Wayne had to go back to the Marini estate a few days later. It was Eddie's second time ever being there, so he assumed he would be included in some sort of important conversation. But instead, his uncle went through a door and left him behind. Before the door was shut, he got a glimpse of the Don himself. Wayne told him to sit outside and behave himself. Which Eddie did. For about a minute.

If they were in a completely different room anyway. It's not like they're going to see where he goes or what he does. He could pull his pants down and moon the door for all they'd know about it. Eddie kept his pants on though. He stood from the chair and started to explore. Since today was supposed to be important gathering, he was dressed for it again today. Button down shirt, gray slacks and suspenders. No jacket though and Wayne had said that was fine.

He almost wished he did though. The Marinis (or was it the Harringtons?) had plenty of little trinkets around their mansion that would've been fun to smuggle out. He could probably still fit something in his pocket though. Like the tiny but beautiful crystal dolphin that was sitting amongst other things in a hallway alcove. Eddie snatched it right up and put both hands in his pocket, whistling away. Get this to the right pawn shop and he and Wayne could be sitting pretty for a while. And these rich fucks wouldn't even notice it missing.

Eddie passed by a window and saw that there was quite the garden outside. A nice stroll in nature was just what he needed. He and Wayne lived in a tiny ass apartment in the city. Not a lot of chances to see green outside the florist. Once he got out there, he put his hat back on to shade his eyes. Eddie took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the leaves, of the flowers, and of...something else. He sniffed some more as he walked, the faint smell getting stronger and then he heard voices.

Steve was here.

With someone.

Ahead of Eddie was a tall hedge, covered in roses. It looked like someone could get lost in there. And when Eddie entered, he quickly realized it was a maze. He grinned. Now this was entertainment. He wondered what they had in the middle? Probably some kind of centerpiece? Eddie was still following that scent of Steve. It was soft and sweet and he knew he was getting close. Eddie peeked around a corner and saw Steve sitting on a bench, talking to a girl, a beta. Obviously this was the center. It had a fountain, which was a little disappointing.

He didn't know what either of them were saying as they were both speaking Italian. All Eddie knew were a few curse words. The girl got up and left Steve, exiting the other way. Eddie was about to announce his presence when Tommy of all people swooped in.

"That took me forever. Guess you're just better at this maze, than me."

"Well, I've been through it a few times", Steve said.

Tommy sat down next to Steve, just a little too close for Eddie's comfort, knowing that Tommy had Steve in his sights. He had no idea how Steve felt. Maybe Tommy was the alpha of his dreams. But he was doubtful, seeing as the omega turned his head away.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Eddie announced himself, walking over.

Tommy clearly didn't want him here. He was straight up glaring at Eddie while putting an arm across the bench, like he was already claiming Steve. Steve didn't seem mad at being interrupted. If anything, he looked intrigued.

"What are you doing here, Munson?"

"I can't stop and smell the roses?", Eddie asked, leaning over to sniff at one of the blossoms that were nose height on the hedge.

"It's rude to walk around someone else's place. And imagine if I weren't here", Tommy looked to Steve as he said this. "It's not proper for an omega to be alone with an alpha, both of them unmated."

Steve opened his mouth but Eddie beat him to it. "And what're you? Chopped liver?"

"The boss trusts me. Comes with the territory of being a family friend."

"You must get sooo many perks."

"Tommy, you mind going to check on lunch for me?", Steve asked.

Tommy's head swiveled. "What? Am I your errand boy now?"

Steve leveled him a look that said 'you always have been'. "My father trusts you so much, after all."

"...But...I can't...", his eyes glanced to Eddie.

"I'm not getting less hungry the longer you sit here." Steve put his chin in his hand. "I wonder if there's anyone else here who's better at listening and following orders?"

Tommy got up, straightened his jacket, and walked off, purposely bumping shoulders with Eddie on the way out. Eddie felt the slightest urge to knock heads with him for that, but he was more curious about why Steve would get them alone like this. Tommy was right, being alone with an alpha like him wouldn't be good for Steve's reputation. Especially a lowborn one like Eddie, who technically wasn't even part of the family.

"What kind of lunch do they serve in this joint? I bet you guys get veal here", Eddie said, just trying to fill the silence as Steve inspected him from the bench.

"Your uncle is in a meeting right now. Do you know why?"

Eddie shrugged. "They kept me outside, so I haven't the slightest." Then he grinned. "Maybe they're discussing your dowry to the Hagans."

"Not funny", Steve said, even though he was smiling. "You're still standing."

"Munsons get beat down but we always get back up."

"No, I mean, there's room for you to sit. Why aren't you sitting?"

"And take Hagan's spot? Isn't this the job where you try NOT to make enemies?"

"Are you afraid of Tommy?", Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Eddie scoffed. "Of him? I called the guy chopped liver but at least that tastes good on bread. I wouldn't spread Tommy on the stalest of crackers."

"I'm going to assume that's an insult because I've never had chopped liver."

Eddie tapped his chin and then snapped his fingers. "It's the poor man's foie gras."

"Ah, so meat mush", Steve nodded in understanding.

"Delicious meat mush. If that fancy pate isn't your thing, you gotta try the deli I got to. Ms. Byers is a small woman but she can butcher the hell out of anything and make it good."

"Maybe she should join the family." Steve smiled at Eddie and then patted the empty space next to him.

Eddie eyed it, feeling tempted, yet not entirely trusting himself. He didn't know Steve that well, but he knew the kinds of games that omegas like to play sometimes. Especially the bored, rich ones. Eddie had never met a bored and rich omega before Steve but he'd heard stories. They got their kicks with alphas, playing around with them until they got caught. And it was always the alpha who paid the price for deflowering an omega that didn't belong to them, ruining them for marriage. Eddie thought maybe they could be afforded more progressive thinking in the year 1986, but for some folks their memory and values didn't go past 1945. Well really, some of them 1870.

In fact, it already felt like playing with fire being alone with Steve for this long. It didn't matter that they were outside, anyone could use this against them.

"I think I should be getting back to my uncle. He still thinks I'm a kid and if I'm not where he left me, he'll put on a search party."

"Sounds like he cares."

"Oh no, he just wants to curb any potential property damage. He lost me at the fair once and by the time he found me, I had already set fire to a kiddy coaster."

Steve laughed, a real laugh, and it was like a bell. He stood up and Eddie noticed that they were practically wearing the same outfit, right down to the suspenders. The only difference, which Eddie could see as he got closer, was the quality. Everything looked perfectly tailored to him. Steve grabbed his jacket off the bench and slid it back on.

"Well then, you'd best get back to your uncle. I wouldn't want you to set off any fires."

"And you? How does a mobster spend a lovely afternoon like this?"

"Steve?! Hey Steve! Where are you!?", Tommy's voice rang somewhere in the distance.

"Helping his friend find his way out of a maze that he's been doing since he was ten", Steve sighed.

Eddie shrugged. "Eh, so mazes aren't his forte. Everyone's got their strengths."

"And what would you say are yours?", Steve asked, tilting his head.

Eddie heard footsteps approaching and decided to be just the smallest bit bold. He took a few steps closer to Steve, so that they were almost toe to toe. He wondered if it spoke to Steve's confidence in holding his own in a fight or if he just knew he could have Eddie killed no problem that he didn't flinch or take a step back.

"I'm good with my hands", Eddie said, patting Steve on the chest just as someone shouted "Hey!"

Eddie took a step back and there was that girl from before. She looked ready to beat Eddie with a stick but also scared if she'd have to do it. Eddie kept her from having to make the choice and stepped away from Steve, hands up and clear.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Mr. Harrington", he said with a slight bow.

"I'll be seeing you, Mr. Munson."

Eddie turned and left, finding his way out of the maze with ease but not before running into Tommy and pointing him in the direction of a dead end. He'd figure it out eventually. And if not, well the Marini staff had to be pretty good at disposing of bodies.

Back in the center, Steve was still staring at the spot Eddie had vacated.

"Hello? Earth to Steve? That was Eddie Munson? Seemed pretty handsy."

Steve patted the pocket on his jacket and took something out. One of the crystal figurines that were around the house. This one, a dolphin. Steve's lips curled up in a smile. "Yeah. That was Munson. Come on, Robin. I need to talk with my father."

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Eddie and Wayne didn't talk the whole way home, except for Eddie asking if they could stop by the deli first. Talking with Steve had gotten him hungry for it. And Wayne looked like he had something on his mind. Almost as soon as they got home, the phone rang and Wayne got on, talking for at least a half an hour. It seemed important, so Eddie stayed put in the apartment, giving him privacy but keeping himself available.

Wayne hung up with a sigh and rubbed his face. Eddie was in the middle of ironing clothes for both of them.

"What's up?", he asked.

"You're being sponsored", Wayne said.

"....What?"

"Sponsored. You. To be in the family."

Eddie nearly dropped the iron in his shock. He cursed and turned to unplug it and get away from the hot metal. "I'm being sponsored? When?! By who?!"

"Now don't get all excited. Initiation is going to be some of the hardest work you'll ever do. And even then, it's not a guarantee you'll get in."

"But this is good, right?! If I get in, we'll both be part of the family! We can get out of this crummy apartment and afford more than one suit and-and pay off our debts and our lives won't suck! We can break the Munson curse!"

"Ain't no curse, how many times I gotta tell you that?"

Eddie frowned at him. "Is that why my mom's life was all daisies and butter when she met my dad?"

"'Daisies and butter'?"

"People say that."

"Who? The ladies down at the bingo parlor?"

"You're doing that thing. You're making jokes", Eddie pointed out.

"Well who do you think you get it from?"

"Wayne...I want to do this. I can do this. And if we're both bringing in the big bucks, we can make our lives better. Even without the curse, that's a fact."

Wayne sighed and sat down on the couch heavily. Even he was thinking a new one would be nice. But at the cost of his nephew? He looked up at him, eyes sad.

"I never wanted this life for you."

Eddie sat down next to him. "A little late for that. So who's my sponsor? Is it Swirly?"

"Well that's the strangest thing. For whatever reason, the boss' son himself said he wanted to sponsor you."

"Steve?", Eddie squeaked.

"Oh he's 'Steve' now, is he?"

"He's always been-okay don't give me that look I haven't-we haven't... I talked to him once, well, technically twice, but you were there the first time! And nothing happened the second time. I have witnesses! Uh, they only saw part of it, but I-you-you're messing with me, aren't you?"

"About Steve Harrington being your sponsor? No. But I'm enjoying watching my nephew get in a tizzy over a handsome omega. Just make sure you don't ever forget who he is", Wayne reminded him.

"Oh trust me, I won't. He looks like everything touches turns to gold. Too rich for my blood."

"It's not even really about him. It's about his father. And what he could do to us if he thinks we've stepped out of line. And I know how you like to toe the line."

"With the trained expertise of a ballerina~"

"You get that from your father. And he tripped up and landed himself behind bars. He got off lucky. Cross the Marinis and they won't be so generous", Wayne warned.

"Got it, putting the pointe shoes away." Eddie knew this was no small gesture. Being sponsored meant everything. Something he said or did must've resonated with Steve. Or maybe this was still a bored, rich omega game. Either way, he wasn't going to waste this chance.

Part 4

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Nico di Angelo x GN!Reader

Request: Nico di Angelo x GN!Reader. How they get to know each other. After Nico realizes his feelings he goes to one of the readers siblings to ask for advice on getting to know them in a romantic way. and him “talking” Bianca about the reader

Nico couldn’t help but get lost in your voice, he was trying to listen but your voice seemed to put him in a trance. Or the way you’d curse in greek whenever something went wrong or you mad, he just got lost in everything you do.

“Are you even listening?” He shook himself out of the trance, “ Yeah of course I am.” You rolled your eyes at him muttering a ‘mhm’ not believing he was. He repeated back to you what you had been talking to him about, smiling at you. You couldn’t help but blush, you really didn’t think he was listening but he was, and a lot more closely than you thought he would.

Nico found himself avoiding you for a couple of days unable to face you after realizing his feelings for you. It was odd, he wasn’t used to this feeling. How was he supposed to go about this type of thing, should he hide it, try to pursue it. He wasn’t sure of what he was supposed to do.

What if you didn’t feel the same, what if you thought he was weird for feeling that way. What if you didn’t want anything to do with him after he told you. So many possibilities were whirring through his mind.

He found himself going to one of you half-siblings trying to figure out if they had any clue what he should do. “Well I’m certain they feel the same way” one of your sisters told him, “But how do you know?” he asked. “It’s simple, they look at you like you could do no wrong, like you’re the only thing that matters, they would gush about you for hours and hours if we let them. Gods, don’t even get me started on the fact they blush when you talk to them. Nico trust me on this, they like you.” He couldn’t help but smile at the fact you liked him too.

“How do you think I should go about telling them?” your sister thought for a moment before responding, “Drop some hints in conversation, casual flirting, compliments, maybe suggest taking them on a date, just don’t overthink it.” He was about to ask a question about what certain things were, when your sister excused herself, leaving to go by her friends.

He let what your sister sink in, before finally deciding on what to do. Praying to the gods that she was right and wasn’t deciding to mess with him.

He found you sitting by the lake, deciding to join you. “Hey stranger, haven’t seen you in a bit. Thought you got bored of me or something.” you laughed lightly making it seem like a joke not wanting him to hear the truth behind what you said. “Nope could never get bored of you” you smiled at him striking up a conversation. Neither one of you aware of the way time was passing, you couldn’t help but notice the confidence that seemed to radiate from him.

The way he was complimenting you, making you laugh, all of it seemed out of a dream the kind of affections you’ve been dreaming of receiving from him. You’re cheeks seemed to heat up as he dropped the nickname ‘angel.’ Everything seemed perfect you just couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if he was just being friendly, until he finally asked you on a date.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face from growing as you said ‘yes.’ He told you when before you heard one of your best friends Leo call after you to tell you to come to dinner. You stood up offering Nico a hand, helping him up. Walking side by side to the dining hall.

After dinner, Nico found himself in his cabin, talking allowed catching his sister up on his life. “I wish you were here to meet them, Bianca they’re so sweet, and they have the best sense of humor. Oh gods, they make me laugh all the time. I didn’t realize feeling like this was something i could actually have, but gods does it feel amazing.” He spent the next two hours just catching her up, before falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part II)

GUILTY AS SIN?

I hadn't heard it in a while.

My boredom's bone deep.

This cage was once just fine.

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks.

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.

I'm seeing visions.

Am I bad, or mad, or wise?

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Oh, what a way to die.

I keep recalling things we never did.

Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

We've already done it in my head.

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

I choose you and me, religiously.

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

You don’t get to tell me about sad.

If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said.

Nothing makes me feel more alive.

Who’s afraid of little old me?

You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke?

Let’s hear one morе joke.

Then we could all just laugh until I cry.

I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

Don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

Say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

All you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.

I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said?

I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

I’m fearsome, and I’m wretched and I’m wrong.

Put narcotics into all of my songs and that’s why you’re still singing along.

You lured me and you hurt me and you taught me.

You caged me and then you called me crazy.

I am what I am 'cause you trained me.

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

God, help her.

I told them he's my man

I can fix him, no, really, I can.

The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway.

His hands so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face.

I could see it from a mile away.

A perfect case for my certain skill set.

He had a halo of the highest gradе.

He just hadn't met me yеt.

Good boy, that's right.

Come close.

I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

LOML

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?

We were just kids, babe.

I don't mind, it takes time.

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed.

I felt a glow like this, never before and never since.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary.

You said I'm the love of your life.

You took me to hell too.

A con man sells a fool a "get love quick" scheme.

I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since.

What we thought was for all time was momentary.

Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry.

You shit-talked me under the table.

I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.

It was legendary.

It was momentary.

It was unnecessary.

Should've let it stay buried.

What a valiant roar.

What a bland goodbye.

The coward claimed he was a lion.

I'm combing through the braids of lies.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

I'll still see until I die.

You're the loss of my life.

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I can read your mind.

She's having the time of her life.

I can show you lies.

I'm a real tough kid.

I can handle my shit.

They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did.

Lights, camera, bitch, smile.

He said he'd love me all his life.

All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting "More".

I was grinnin' like I'm winnin'.

I can do it with a broken heart.

I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day.

I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.

You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

I can hold my breath.

I've been doing it since he left.

I keep finding his things in drawers.

I didn't imagine the whole thing.

'Cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows.

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

Was any of it true?

Who the fuck was that guy?.

Now you know what it feels like

I don't even want you back.

I don't miss what we had.

Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

You didn't measure up in any measurе of a man

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years will all this be declassified?

You'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance".

It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside.

You deserve prison, but you won't get time.

You said normal girls were "boring", but you were gone by the morning.

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

You are what you did.

I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive.

THE ALCHEMY

This happens once every few lifetimes.

These chemicals hit me like white wine.

What if I told you I'm back?

The hospital was a drag.

Worst sleep that I ever had.

I circled you on a map.

I haven't come around in so long.

I'm coming back so strong.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown.

Baby, I'm the one to be.

The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

Honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy?.

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool?

That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.

I'm making a comeback to where I belong

We've been on a winning streak.

There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.

He just comes, running over to me.

CLARA BOW

All your life, did you know, you'd be picked like a rose?

I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me.

No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan.

This town is fake but you're the real thing.

Take the glory, give everything.

Promise to be dazzling.

The crowd goes wild at her fingertips.

No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.

You're the real queen.

You're the new god we're worshipping.

Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so.

It's hell on earth to be heavenly.

Them's the brakes, they don't come gently.

You've got edge, she never did.

The future's bright, dazzling.

[sparkling-nov]

I love that Asha has a big friend group, both because they’re fun characters, and I think they're really important to highlight the difference between her and Magnifico. Because honestly, I don’t think Magnifico tends to like people. He likes the idea of a thriving kingdom under his rule, and he obviously enjoys being up onstage with an adoring crowd down below him, but he starts losing his temper almost immediately whenever someone tries to actually discuss anything with him. And considering Dahlia has to introduce herself when she’s trying to stall him, it doesn’t seem like he’s even bothered to say hello to his staff once in a while. Not to mention, Asha’s clearly not the first time things have gone south with an apprentice, considering Amaya has a whole ‘how to not anger the king’ speech prepared, and she’s pretty unphased when the previous interview ends with the guy fleeing the palace sobbing.

Asha, however, just seems to love being around other people. She’s full of life and energy while giving newcomers tours around the kingdom, and she’s happy to patiently answer their questions and reassure them when they’re worried. And as her friends demonstrate, she can take a large group of vastly different people who don’t always agree with her on everything, and still get them to trust her deeply enough that they’ll stand by her side while facing nearly impossible odds. I think it’s very telling that when we see Magnifico getting stressed, he’s not cheered up until Amaya starts praising him as the “Handsomest, most beloved king,” (and he only chooses to focus on the handsome part), but when Asha is stressed, Dahlia knows to comfort her by reminding her “You’re surrounded by friends.”

Basically, Magnifico loves the kingdom, and Asha loves the people in kingdom.

Oh my god yes! Finally someone who understands the differences between asha and king magnifico!

These are some differences between asha and king magnifico that i really like!

Their Colors. King magnifico wears colors that are usually associated with goodness (White/Gold) as an way to make you think he is benevolent when he really is malevolent, as with Asha she wears colors that are usually associated with evilness (Purple/Red) Which makes sense because king magnifico will later on paint asha as a criminal when she is not.

King magnifico has the forbidden book, Asha has star. We all know the forbidden book represents pure evil, like nothing good came for it at all, even magnifico kept it lock up but able to easily access it when ever he wants and went straight to it when people started to ask him questions about his rules, However Asha on the other hand has Star who represents pure positive energy when star came down to earth and spread their light all over rosas, everyone felt happy and hopeful, both the forbidden book and star have been with magnifico and asha for a long time, asha has believe in the power of stars since she was very young thanks to her father, and magnifico who im assuming has had the forbidden book ever since he was building rosas.

'This Wish' and 'This The Thanks I Get?!' The difference between how asha and magnifico react to people doubting them is shows in their songs, when sabino yelled at asha she wasn't mad that she got yelled at, no asha was upset and sad cause she thought she actually hurt sabino rather then trying to halp him by telling the truth, asha storms out the house and starts singing about how she wishes the people had more then just this, "isn't truth supposed to set you free? Well why do i feel so weighed down by it?" Ever since asha has got back from the interview with magnifico she has been torn apart by the truth, The truth that many people in rosas will never get to live out their dreams Which is something the people don't know making it more harder on asha, "if i could show them everything i've seen Open their eyes to all the lies then would their change minds like i did?, but when i speak they tell me 'set down'" Asha has tried convincing magnifico and sabino that this is wrong, that its not right magnifico strips people of their wishes never to be granted or given back but she is told to "set down" by both magnifico and sabino, even though sabino is a victim, "So i make this wish to have something more us then this" 'This Wish' is about asha making a selfless wish to a old belief that her father has taught her, However magnifico on the other hand just sings about Himself and only himself and how people don't respect or show gratitude to him when in Reality the people DID love magnifico they made Statues, Chalk Art, Flags and Banners, THE MAGNIFICO COOKIES!, but even with all of that we still got 'this is the thanks i get?!' the only reason magnifico want to use the forbidden book is because people asked simple questions that he provoked, he told people that their wishes were in danger and got mad when people started worry about said wishes! And thats the difference between magnifico and asha, When magnifico is ask a simple question he gets Angry and Paranoid and wants to hurt someone, but when asha is bombarded with questions she doesn't seek to hurt someone no she wants to help not Control and Dictate.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Why Are Seers Always Cursed? (1)

Wesley Weston is a son of Apollo with the rare gift of prophecy.

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week 2024, Day three: Percy Jackson | Lake

Takes place shortly before Luke, Annabeth, and Thalia's arrival at Camp Half-Blood and while Wes is in middle school, so before the primary canon events of both series.

You can also read it on AO3

Chapter 1: Family Troubles

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[Warnings for implied/referenced infidelity]

Wes couldn't remember a time when his parents didn't have marital troubles. His eldest brother, Easton, claimed that their parents had been completely happy together once. Even though their mom's work as a flight attendant meant she wasn't home much, they were still happy and in love. Dad was holding down a job back then, and Easton had just started school. Kyle couldn't actually remember it, but he claimed to, nevertheless.

Then Mom came home pregnant with Wes, and everything changed.

They tried to salvage their relationship, keep the family together, but in the end, rather than staying together despite Mom's job, they only managed to stay together because she was away so often.

To his credit, Dad never took it out on Wes.

It wasn't until Wes was eight that he even knew Walter Weston wasn't his biological father. Kyle had let it slip when he was mad at Wes for winning eight games in a row of Guess Who.

He'd gotten angry and shouted, "I don't have to take this! You're not even my real brother!"

After the initial mess was sorted out, Walter took Wes aside and explained that he was his brother's half-sibling, that they had the same mother, but that Wes had a different father. He'd made sure to emphasize that he was still Wes' father, too, and that it didn't mean he loved Wes any less. And Wes had just nodded.

Everyone seemed surprised by how well he'd taken it, but subconsciously, Wes felt like he had always known.

Things settled down after a while. As Wes got older, as he learned more, he finally started to understand the real reason for the tension between his parents whenever his mother came home. Dad had forgiven her for cheating, but she'd still broken his trust, and no matter what happened, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd been unfaithful again while she was away.

Sometimes, Dad would get drunk, at a New Year's party or something, and he would get all sad and cry about losing the love of his life. Wes would help him to bed, and he would cry about how good a kid Wes was, and how he wished Wes really was his kid and it wasn't fair. And he would cry about Easton being so good in school and about Kyle having so many friends. 

It was embarrassing, but there were worse things for a drunk guy to be than sad and sentimental. At least he didn't get that drunk very often.

It wasn't until Wes was ten that he finally worked up the courage to ask his mom about his real—his biological father.

As long as he could remember, when his mother came home, she would sleep in the guest room. So one night after she finished her nighttime routine, he went in to ask her in private. Her face was covered in a pale green mask, and her hair was tucked up in a ring of curlers around her neck to preserve the shape.

"Wes," she noted when he came in, closing the door silently behind him like he thought he would get in trouble. "Hey, hon, what brings you here?" she asked. "You can't have had a bad dream already, you haven't even gone to bed yet."

"No, I... I wanted to ask you something," Wes told her. "I didn't want to do it earlier because I thought it might upset Dad."

"I see," she said.

Wes could tell already that she knew what he was going to ask, but she was waiting for him to say it.

"What... I mean... who.... Who's my real dad?" Wes finally got out. "Will you tell me about him?"

"I knew you were gonna ask someday," she said, a sad expression falling over her face.

"Will you tell me about him?" Wes implored. "Please?"

She sat on her bed and Wes sat down next to her.

"He told me his name was Apollo," she said. "But he was a musician, so that might've been a stage name. I never did get a last name from him. When we met, he said he saw me crossing the sky, following the path of the sun, that he'd seen it almost every day, and that I'd caught his eye.

"I still don't quite know what he meant by that. At the time, I thought he was clumsily trying to compare me to an angel, but I'm not so sure now. What I do know is from that moment on, I felt like I was under a spell, completely charmed by him. 

"We met a few times. I didn't mean for them to be dates, but he clearly thought they were. He would sing for me, and write me poetry, which would sometimes be good and sometimes not so much. His haiku was especially bad. Then one night... well, one thing led to another, and you were born. I never saw him again after that, so clearly he was only after one thing and once he got it he was done with me."

"Sounds like a jerk," Wes said with a scowl.

"I didn't think so then, but hindsight is 20/20," Mom replied with a nod. "In any case, my little foray with him wasn't worth the damage it did to my marriage. I regret everything about those meetings with Apollo." 

She looked down at Wes, all tense and nervous in his Transformers pajamas, and wrapped an arm around him to squeeze him into her side. "Everything but you. You were the only good thing to come out of it."

"Is it okay if Dad can be my dad instead of that guy?" Wes asked. "I don't want him to be my dad."

"It's more than okay," she said.

From then on, Wes' biological dad never got brought up. When Kyle got mad at him, he would sometimes, petulantly, refer to Wes as his half-brother, but never aside from that. Slowly, their parents finally started to truly patch up their relationship.

Then, one day, a few weeks before Wes' thirteenth birthday, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he was laying on his back in a field, soaking up the sunlight, and then the sun came closer and closer, and slowly, the sun turned into a man with golden blond hair, and tan skin, and a guitar on his back, and he knelt down next to Wes and kissed him on the forehead.

"Tell your mom I'll see her soon," he said.

Wes always woke up with the sunrise, but that morning, he awoke in a cold sweat. He waited until he could find a chance to call his mom without anyone overhearing and hoped to God that she wasn't in the air. He was pretty sure her flight had landed by the time he called.

"Hi, Wes, what's up?" she asked when she picked up. She sounded confused.

He couldn't blame her; he was confused too. "I just wanted to tell you..." he trailed off. 

Now that he was finally doing it, it seemed supremely silly to tell her that she was going to meet his bio-dad again soon. What would he even say? It came to him in a dream? That answer was funny in response to a math teacher asking how you reached a certain result, but it wasn't the kind of explanation anyone took seriously. Still, Wes felt like he had to tell her.

"I uh... I just have this really strong feeling that you may end up meeting my bio-dad soon," Wes bit out. "I don't know why, I just... felt like I should tell you."

"Honey, I haven't seen him in thirteen years," his mother reassured. "I don't think either of us has to worry about me running into him again after all this time."

"But—"

"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him just in case, and I promise if I see him, I'll turn the other way. Okay?"

"No, you need to talk to him!"

There was a stunned silence on the line. Wes didn't even know why he said that.

"Why?"

"I... I don't... he has something important to tell you." Why was Wes still talking? Where was this coming from? Why couldn't he just shut up?

"What are you saying?" his mother asked. "Have you heard from him? Did he contact you somehow?"

"No it's just... I can't explain it, okay just... please mom."

After another long pause, she finally said, "Alright... if you say so, hon. I trust you."

The next time his mom came home, the day before Wes turned thirteen, she walked in the front door with a tight smile. She spoke only in short sentences. It seemed like her mind was far away, occupied with something else.

That night, Wes and Kyle heard yelling from their parents' room for the first time in a long time. Mostly their father. Walter Weston rarely lost his temper, so for him to be yelling like this, it had to be about something serious.

"Don't tell me she did it again?" Kyle said with a sneer.

Wes didn't dignify that with a response. He pressed his ear to his own bedroom door and tried to make out what they were saying. The words were muffled, and he didn't catch most of it, but he did hear a few things.

"... my kid, not his!" in his father's voice. And, "He doesn't get a say!"

Then his mother, whose voice hadn't been loud enough to hear up to this point shouted back, "But what if Wes is in danger!?"

Wes' breath hitched. Was something going to happen to him? Had his mom actually met his bio-father? Had he threatened Wes in some way? 

Wes strained his hearing to listen, but the voices had gone silent. When they picked up again, it was at a much lower volume, and he couldn't make out a single word of what they were saying. That night, he laid awake worrying, unable to sleep. When dawn broke, he gave up on trying and got out of bed.

He wished basketball season wasn't over. That would give him an excuse to leave the house and go to school for early morning practice. He scored the most three-pointers of anyone on the team, and getting praise from his coach and teammates was always a morale booster. He could really use something like that about now, rather than just stewing in his anxiety while he got dressed.

When he left his room, his mom and dad were already awake, sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Wes, honey, we need to talk to you," his mother said gently.

Wes' first thought was, 'You're getting divorced and it's my fault,' but he knew instinctively that that wasn't the case. He also somehow knew that the real reason they wanted to talk would be arguably worse.

"Why don't you have a seat, son," his father said.

He called me son, Wes thought as he cautiously sat down across from them, whatever this is must be really serious.

"I don't know how you knew," his mother began, "But as it happens, I did run into your biological father again, the day after you called me, in fact. And he did have something important to tell me. It was a warning."

"What kind of warning?" Wes asked. "Did he threaten you or something? Did he threaten me?"

"No, no... well, not quite," she said.

"He told her you were in some sort of danger," his father cut in. "I don't know if he has enemies or something and he's worried about them finding you, or what, but he said that he was sending someone to come get you and take you to some kind of, I don't know, protective custody or something?"

"He said it was a private summer camp in Long Island," his mother clarified. "Somewhere where you'd be safe and protected. He seemed very serious about this, it was unlike him. I did some research already, and it's definitely legitimate. I arranged a flight to New York for you and whoever he sends already. They should come for you as soon as the school year is over."

"That's it?" Wes asked. "Nothing about what kind of danger I'm actually in, or why? Man, if I thought this guy was a jerk before, I know he is now."

"Are you saying you won't go?" his father asked. His voice was hopeful, but his expression was conflicted. He didn't want his son to leave, but he didn't want him to get hurt either. "There's no real evidence you're in any danger aside from this random man's word."

"I don't want to take that risk," his mother said pointedly.

"I'll go," Wes said. "It's just for the summer, right? Then I can come home again?"

"That's right," his mom said.

"Then I'll go."

School ended three weeks later, and a lanky man came to pick Wes up at the end of the day. He wore baggy slacks, a dark striped button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and an unbuttoned gray vest. A flat cap covered his curly brown hair. He looked like he belonged on a street corner selling newspapers. He stuck out like a sore thumb in front of a school. 

His eyes zoned in on Wes the second he stepped out of the school building.

"Wesley Weston, right?" the man said once Wes was close enough to hear him. "Name's Melvin Barkley, your father sent me to get you."

"Don't call him that," Wes grumbled. "I didn't realize you were gonna come get me right when school ended. We gotta stop by home and pick up my bag."

"Can do," Melvin said amiably. "Lead the way."

Wes wasn't sure if he'd been sent as a sort of guide, or as a body guard, but he was particularly laid back for someone in either profession. When he walked, he walked with a strange gait, and his eyes darted around every few seconds before fixing solidly back on Wes.

School ended early on the last day. When Wes got back home to pick up his bag, the place was empty and all the lights were off. He didn't turn them on. It felt like it would be wrong somehow. 

Kyle had gone to the skate park with his friends the second the final bell rang. Easton wouldn't be coming home from his first year of college until tomorrow. Mom was on a flight to Germany right now, and wouldn't land for another eight hours. And Dad was still at work.

Wes wasn't going to get the chance to say goodbye. Instead, he wrote a note and ended it with, See you all at the end of summer! Love, Wes