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celestialscatterbrain · 6 months

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1. Pick a Card Reading

What is spooking them from advancing this connection?

Spooky season edition- in honor of Halloween weekend! Take what resonates and abandon all that doesn't. This is my very first collective reading, so feedback would be much appreciated! I am using the Darkside Skeleton Tarot deck and the Romance Angels oracle cards for this reading! Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and choose the deck you gravitate to! Left pile is pile 1, middle pile is pile 2, and the pile on the right is pile 3.

Pile 1-

Cards pulled: Ten of Cups, Ace of Cups, The Magician, Six of Cups, Death, Queen of Pentacles, Page of Cups, and King of Swords

Oracle Cards: "Express your love," "Very soon," and "Heart to Heart Conversations"

Ahhhh, pile 1! This is by far the sweetest pile of the bunch. I actually don't sense much fear at all on their behalf. The lack of progress most likely stems from finding the optimal timing to express their real feelings and plans for this connection's progression. They want to find the right words to say. They want to do things "the right way." They have a romantic side, and appreciate the idea of courting. They want to start off properly so that this connection could have a crack-free, sturdy foundation to support you two through the long-run. They don't perceive this union as one to take lightly. There might be an expectation that this is a relationship meant to last, so we have to get it right before we even begin. I get the sense that they will be very protective of you, and pick up on changes in your emotional state very easily. They are intelligent and well-spoken. I feel like you two might be a little different, but in a way that is complimentary. They can respect you as someone who is at their level, or shares similar values. I think they like how you two would look as a couple in terms of your appearances. They get a lot of satisfaction out of making you blush, or flirting with you. I feel like they wanted to approach you in a romantic context as soon as they first saw you. They might be the type to like to get you flowers. They want this to be emotionally enriching for you both. I see a lot of tenderness and being able to genuinely relax around one another. Your presences might be very soothing to one another, so spending time with one another feels better than not. I don't see it being unhealthy or codependent with this pile. They aren't loud and boisterous, and don't need to intentionally command attention to show their dominance or confidence in a room full of people. Maybe you two met in school, or have childhood friends in common? High school sweethearts, maybe? I feel like they might like to watch sports, or perhaps even play them. You or them might perceive the other as "dreamy." I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of you might have Pisces, Scorpio, or Cancer placements (especially pisces for some reason), but maybe even Aries. I feel like they smell good, and their perfume or cologne lingering on you after you see them fills you with butterflies. I also think butterflies might be important to someone in this connection. You like the way they dress. They come off as clean and hygienic. I feel like for some, they grew up financially comfortable or well-off. They might have been taught to be chivalrous. If this is a man, there is something about his energy that reminds me of Conrad from The Summer I Turned Pretty. I think you two might really enjoy drives together, and giggling in the car. I can see someone sharing their hoodie with the other. They might enjoy your music taste or not mind it, even if it is different than theirs. You might have a deeper connection to music than them. if this reading resonates so far, I would just give it time to unfold organically and enjoy the present.

Pile 2-

Cards pulled: 8 of Swords, 4 of Cups, The Sun, The Fool, 6 of Wands, Judgment, Knight of Pentacles, The Devil

Oracle Cards: "Healing Family Issues," "Love yourself first," and "Separation"

This is easily the most chaotic and confusing pile. This person seems extremely inconsistent, and seems to change quicker than the moon. I get air sign energy from this pile though, especially Libra energy. I don't think they necessarily have bad intentions, but they don't awaken the most positive feelings in you. I think this person tends to get a little ahead of themselves because they are so full of thoughts they can't fully interpret themselves. They think something is a great idea, get super motivated, and then all of a sudden refuses to act or changes their mind. Their flame shines super bright, but burns out quick. I think some of these people might be suffering from addiction or is an escapist. They might have family issues that have really affected them and their adult relationships. If that isn't the case, for a select few of you, you can possibly be dealing with someone who has a family with someone else that they cannot abandon to be with you without causing massive upheaval and chaos in their life. This person is pretty up and down. They might come off as the life of the party, but inside are jumbling a lot of unspoken feelings. They need to learn to love themselves first before they can properly give you the love and commitment they need. I recommend giving this person space to collect themselves. They are not thinking clearly, and might be acting impulsively and carelessly to see what fills a void. They are trying to seek joy and gratification, and want to make sure they aren't making the wrong decision and depriving themselves of the solace they are searching for. They need to sit down and reflect on a lot. Despite making rash decisions, I see they are also really scared of making mistakes that will cast judgment on them. They might overcommit to plans with friends so that they can avoid their inner wounds (I feel like they are kind of popular too). They can be in the middle of some sort of spiral, and it is best to not get too wrapped up in their tornado. "I also hear that they don't trust themselves." I see them as someone who is financially frivolous. All of this isn't to say that they do not care about you as a person, but they might be too wrapped up in discovering themselves to truly give you the intimacy and stability you might crave. Give them time to come back down to Earth.

Pile 3-

Cards pulled: 9 of Pentacles, The Hermit, 7 of Cups, 5 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, The Emperor, The High Priestess, The Lovers

Oracle Cards: "Forgiving and learning," "Romantic feelings," "Honeymoon"

Pile 3! For some reason, I can't stop thinking about this person as being a little bit on the alt side. Maybe they have wavy/curly/or messy hair and it is one of the things you find the most attractive about them. They might skate, or look like they skate I feel like? They look like a "sad boy" or maybe an "e-girl" depending on what gender you are inquiring about. I feel like they might like to read a lot, or are starting to get into reading. They give me Aries energy, or maybe another fire sign. I think their fears on furthering this connection with you comes from fears of not being good enough or fear of rejection. I think this person is going through changes and re-evaluating their past mistakes and tendencies so that they can become a more stable and mature version of themselves. I think they are a hopeless romantic at heart, but they are also someone who requires a lot of reassurance. I think they need to spend a lot of time with you before they can feel comfortable expressing their feelings because they are constantly trying to read the vibe of the room. They might be extremely self-aware or sensitive to their environment to the point it can become really overwhelming to them to process so much at once. They might be the type to ruminate on the things they said to someone once they leave that social interaction. I think they might be waiting for you to give them a definite sign first before confessing their feelings so that they know they are not crazy and misreading the dynamic. I feel like they might have a small circle of friends, but they are super important to them. I think they find you to be gentle. They might love to daydream a lot. They get lost in their thoughts and forget time is passing that they don't really make a move. They might be assertive and quick-witted in other situations, but not so much in love. They might be the type to enjoy watching romantic comedies with you. They want a relaxed love. They are a softy, I feel like. I also wouldn't be surprised if they also have Pisces or Taurus placements. Maybe they were born in June, or June is an important month for you two? They would not want to share you with anyone else, and would want to make sure you have feelings for absolutely no one but them. They will not handle that heartbreak well, and will lament on it for a very long time. They think very deeply and ponder as well. If it is a man, I can sense them being in tune with their feminine side. They also might be very intuitive. I feel like they will defend the ones they love with every ounce of their being. Introducing you to their friends might be a bigger gesture than you think. I think they just need to work on their confidence. Reassurance is big in this pile. I think they like to watch and admire you, and appreciate your physical beauty.

-D

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story-book-sillies · 1 year

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can i request little!wednesday headcanons? maybe with cg!enid or something? ty if you do do this request eek

Wednesday Addams as a Regressor

Characters from Netflix’s Wednesday

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-Little age is 3-5. She sometimes regresses older to maybe 6-8 as well!

-Her main caregiver is Enid (I headcanon Enid as a flip, because I definitely think she would regress too!) but sometimes Xavier and Eugene will act as a caregiver for her too!

-Also Ajax! If he’s ever hanging out with Enid he will definitely act like a cool older brother type of caregiver if Wednesday is regressed around them

-It’s difficult to tell when she’s regressed because she doesn’t act much different from when she’s big.

-The biggest tell that she’s regressing is that she gets SUPER sleepy!

-When she starts yawning and rubbing her eyes, Enid immediately knows that Wednesday is starting to regress

-Wednesday normally naps a lot when she’s little

-She chews on her sleeves instead of sucking on her thumb.

-Enid was super excited to find out that Wednesday is a regressor because Enid always wanted to try out being a caregiver

-That’s how Enid figured out that she was a flip!

-Enid makes Wednesday a deco paci that’s covered in black jewels and says “Spooky” on it. It even has a bell attached to it!

-Wednesday has many nicknames, but some of the more popular ones are “Little bat,” “Baby spider,” and “Spooks”

-Wednesday whispers very quietly when regressed

-Normally, she doesn’t like physical affection, but when she’s regressed and trusts someone a lot, (like Enid) she will allow cuddles

-But only for a little bit! She gets squirmy after awhile

-She has an agere journal!

-She mainly writes in it (lists, about her day, facts, feelings, etc.) but sometimes she doodles if she’s in the mood

-When regressed, she allows herself a teensy tiny bit more feelings than usual

-She still never cries, but she gets a little mischievous and playful, wanting to play tricks and pranks on her friends

-Enid, absolutely loves being her caregiver!

-She’s the type of caregiver to ask a lot of questions

-“How many are there? Do you want this or that? Do you want to stay inside or outside?” Stuff like that. Enid likes to give Wednesday options!

-She definitely prints out worksheets too! They do them together if they’re both regressed

-Xavier has zero idea what’s he’s doing as a caregiver, but they draw together sometimes and he brings her drawings to life

-Eugene will talk about his bees and give her random facts about them. She listens intently, even if she’s heard them a million times

-Ajax plays fun games with her on the rarer occasions when she’s in a mischievous mood.

-He gives her piggy back rides, chases her around, and they play this game where she tries to snatch his beanie away. Luckily, she’s too short to reach!

-Enid likes to brush and braid Wednesday’s hair

-She will tie black ribbons on the ends of her braids to give them a more childish look

-Enid plays with her hair too whenever Wednesday will let her

-Wednesday likes curling up under lots of blankets

-She mostly regresses in the evening or before bed

-Likes star gazing

-Will walk outside in the dark with Enid and friends to “play”

-She pretty much just collects sticks, rocks, leaves, and various types of bugs

-She records them in her journal

-Almost completely nonverbal

-She will say one word to explain what she means or needs

-“Look,” “Mine,” “Want,” Etc.

-Enid gifts her a few plushies that are more up Wednesday’s alley, like a black cat and bat. She got her a wolf plush too.

-Wednesday keeps them hidden under her blankets and pillows until just before bed

-She brings them out to cuddle with as she’s dosing off

-Likes to watch Tim Burton movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride when regressed. They’re still “scary” enough to keep her entertained

-Enid will play simpler games like peekaboo with her, which manages to get a tiny little smile from Wednesday from time to time

-Also, I headcanon that Wednesday’s family knows about her regression and are extremely supportive, but she barely brings it up around them. They respect her privacy

-But sometimes she will receive a gift sent by them that’s related to her regression, like “Baby’s book of ghost stories,” or a rattle that looks like it’s made out of bones

-They don’t ever mention it to each other, but there’s a mutual understanding between them, and Wednesday secretly appreciates it

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Thank you for the request! I am obsessed with this show, so I was really happy to get an ask for it! It was a little hard because I’ve seen other people’s headcanons for Wednesday before and I didn’t want to copy! I definitely tried my best to keep my ideas different from what I’ve seen! Also, I hope you don’t mind that I added interactions with other characters from the show along with Enid! I couldn’t help myself! I hope you like them!

If you want to request headcanons or moodboards, whether they be age regression or tickle related, my requests are open! Please read my pinned post before making a request! Also keep all requests sfw! Thank you!

#Princess’s headcanons #sfw interaction only #sfw age regression #little!wednesday #cg!enid #wednesday agere #agere headcanons #sfw agere #age regressor #age regression #agere blog

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the-common-cowgirl · 6 months

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Summary: Alicent and Rhaenyra set up a fun little weekend Halloween trip for the cousins to reconnect since they have drifted apart after the incident on Driftmark. All the kids are in University now (even Aegon who has changed his major three times). Things are awkward when they all arrive at the supposed “haunted” mansion AirBnB their mothers rented. Tension is high and when spooky things start happening, disagreements occur. In the end, everyone realizes apologies are in order and not just for what happened this weekend.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst, animal death, swearing, mentions of diet culture, mentions of absent father, hints at infidelity.

A/N: This work is apart of the @hotd-bigbang !Thank you so much to @ice-mint for creating the art for this fic! Thank you @ewanmitchellcrumbs for putting on such an amazing writing event!

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“The children have been distant for too long,” Alicent paced the kitchen with the phone snuggled tightly between her ear and shoulder as she stirred the pumpkin bread mix in the large bowl she was holding. “I just think that after their father - your father - passed that they all need some family bonding time,” she set the bowl down and readjusted the phone closer to her ear as she added, “without parental figures present.”

“Their grandfather too,” Rhaenyra added on the other end of the line. She was sitting on Dragonstone, nursing her wine glass, watching the sun set in the direction of the very person in which she was speaking.

Alicent gave a breathless, slightly annoyed laugh at Rhaenyra’s correction, “Right, Jace and Luke’s grandfather.” Rhaenyra’s end remained silent. “Anyway, I was thinking-”

“Oh, how you love to do that Alicent.”

She wouldn’t give in to Rhaeyra’s bitterness, oh no, not this time. This time she’d set toward the goal at hand and if Rhaenyra refused to send her horrible boys on a weekend holiday trip, all expenses paid, then that was her own doing. At least Alicent had offered.

“I was thinking,” she continued on, “that I could rent a large house that the kids could stay in over Halloween weekend. I’d pay for it all of course, Viserys would be thrilled knowing his children and grandchildren are spending time together.”

There was more silence on the other end of the line that felt like an eternity. Finally, Alicent could hear Rhaenyra exhale a long sigh, “Are we not worried about any safety concerns?”

Alicent grasped the edge of the counter subconsciously, harshly, nearly breaking her freshly manicured nails. She worried Rhaenyra would make an implication such as this when she first dialed her, yet, she’d hoped in the back of her mind that Rhaenyra was past this. Maybe had even seen where her son had done wrong, not Alicent’s; clearly, that was still not the case.

“If yours are on their best behavior,” trying hard not to grit her teeth together, “mine will be.”

“Trust me, Luke is ever the gentleman.” Rhaenyra’s voice was cold, cool. Alicent pictured her smug face as she must have known she had made a proper dig at Alicent. “But that sounds like a wonderful idea, Alicent. Where is the house you’re renting?”

Alicent felt her tension slowly fade as gratitude filled her at the fact Rhaenyra was at least considering Alicent’s idea at mending the broken family bond. “It’s in the Stormlands, half an hour drive from Storm’s End along the coast. I, uh- Well, it’s a beautiful old manor home but supposedly, it’s haunted. I don’t believe in that sort of stuff, however, if I’m sending my children away for Halloween weekend, I’d rather them be spooked than wasted.” Rhaenyra laughed from the other end of the line, making a smile creep up on Alicent’s face. It was good to hear her old friend laugh again and for a moment, her heart warmed at the sound.

“I think it would be a good idea to include Baela and Rhaena as well,” Rhaenyra stated. “They’ve been lost without Laena…and Daemon,” she nearly trailed off, not wanting to speak too badly of her uncle, “He’s not a very close father. I’m sure the girls would enjoy some time with their cousins.”

Alicent nodded into the phone as if Rhaenyra could see her, “No, yeah, absolutely. The house will definitely sleep two more but uh,” she began fidgeting with a loose thread on her apron, “I’m not on the best terms with Daemon, so if you could-”

“Extend the invite? I’m sure."

Alicent chewed bitterly on her bottom lip, “Thanks.”

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Full fic can be found here.

#fanfic #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #gameofthrones #a03 #hotdbigbang #hotd big bang #hotd modern au #hotd fanfic

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seenoversundown · 7 months

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Spooks & Cider

Daniel X Melody (OC)

Warnings : just fluff! Subtle nods to anxiety. Word count : 2.1k

She’s In Love With The Boy - Trisha Yearwood “She’s in love with the boy, And even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday”

Melody POV

I sit with my face pressed to the window that faces our family driveway, my hot breath fogging up the glass every time I take a breath.

“Be careful tonight, mi amor!” My mom yells from the kitchen, the sounds of pots clanging together following behind her soft voice. “Remember, eleven thirty! No later, Melody.”

“Yes, Mamà.” I replied, continuing to stare out the window for his headlights.

My best friend, Daniel, was on his way to get me for a haunted house. We’ve been close since grade school, but this past year there’s been a shift with us. I’ve always thought that Daniel was cute, I couldn’t have imagined he felt the same way. So tonight was a first for us, a date you could call it. The first outing since we’ve told each other how we feel.

I really like you, Melody. More than anything else in the world, I think. Daniel’s words ran in my head like they were practicing for a marathon. I welcomed every round.

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched his headlights turn into the driveway. Grabbing the sweater my mom is forcing me to take, I shout a quick bye! as I'm running out the door towards Daniel’s truck. Hopping into his passenger seat I can’t help but grin back at his soft, lazy smile.

“Hi, Ducky,” he says as I buckle my seatbelt in. “I hope you’re ready for tonight.”

“So ready!” I responded.

I was not ready. I knew this, Daniel knew this. For our entire friendship I’ve never been one for scary things, I jumped when a piece of fuzz I was unaware of invaded my vision.

So, a haunted house? Not great.

Spending time one on one with Daniel? My favorite thing in the whole world.

I watch as his hand reaches across the console to the radio, putting on one of our favorite songs.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Ducky?” His eyes shot over to me, “you don’t have to lie.”

“Scouts honor,” I reply as I try to put on a brave face. The car fills with the echoes of Daniel’s laughter. Guess I didn't look as brave as I thought.

Daniel takes a couple more turns through our foggy neighborhood until we reach a parking lot filled with other victims for tonight’s festivities. We hop out of our respective sides of the car and I immediately pull my arms around me. The sinister music and screams from the house are wafting in the air.

Before I can think twice I untie the sweater from around my waist, mamà knows best, and ruin my outfit by putting it on. My eyes are wide as I look around while we wait in line. I can’t see much, but I don’t trust that they didn’t put actors in line with us for a little pre show scare. A large, warm hand grabs onto mine and gives it a firm squeeze. A yelp escapes my lips.

“It’s not too late to go and do something else, Melody.” Daniel says while giving my hand a couple more reassuring squeezes. Standing in line our height differences are much more noticeable, I practically have to throw my head back to make eye contact.

“No. We’re here and we said we wanted to do some spooky shit this season, so we’re doing it.”

He locks our fingers together sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Alright then, Ducky. Let’s do this.”

Past the entrance gates, we enter an open field. The main attraction, The Killer Barber, sits on our right. To the left of us are some small vendors filled with hot chocolate and apple crisp to warm us on this chilly New England night.

“What do you want to do first?” Daniel asks. “Get spooked first, then hot chocolate as a reward for making it through? Apple crisp is happening no matter what.”

I grin at him, “I swear you can read my mind.”

Hand in hand we start walking towards the house.

“I can’t believe we’re in our senior year,” he says. “Wait, we’re still doing matching halloween costumes right?”

I can’t contain my laughter, he’s always been a bit scatterbrained.

“As if anyone else could be the Gomez to my Morticia.” I give his hand a squeeze and watch as a small smile flashes across his lips. “If anything, senior year is about to be our bitch.”

We haven’t struggled with finding other friends at school, but it’s clear we always move as one. Since we were young it’s always been Daniel and Melody. Our parents accepted we were attached at the hip, and I think mamà has always secretly hoped we’d end up together. She’s liked Daniel since the start, but when he started to learn Spanish she was downright sold on him.

When will you bring Daniel around?

Call Daniel for dinner, I’m making his favorite.

Can you just marry Daniel?

Okay, maybe she didn’t ask me the last question- but a girl can dream. The thought of being Mrs. Daniel Wagner had always set off a horde of bees in my stomach. Not butterflies, those seem too tame. Full blown bees.

“Earth to Ducky?” We’re next.” Daniel’s fingers are snapping in front of me, effectively bringing me back to reality.

The Killer Barber. Yaaaaay.

The attendant smiles weakly at us before waving us in.

As soon as we pass the threshold a door slams and a voice shouts “Come for a shave, have ye?”

Daniel laughs, fully enthralled. I, on the other hand, find his arm and grip it tightly with my freehand close to my body.

“I’ve got you, Melody.” He says reassuringly.

“Let’s ju-just get th-through this,” I stutter. I can feel my anxiety peaking. Looking at Daniel I know he knows this too. He moves me so that I'm directly behind him, my tall shield to whatever lies ahead.

My eyes are screwed shut, trusting Daniel won’t walk me into any walls. I don’t know how anyone walks through these, the sounds are enough to send me running.

“I promise, it’ll be the closest shave you’ll ever have.” A voice says a few moments later. I swear I feel the hot breath on my ear which causes me to scream.

“Ducky, you gotta not look so scared, they look for that.” Daniel says.

“What do you mean not look so scared?” I shout. “Next time we’re apple picking and making a goddamned pie. None of this haunted house shit!”

I feel the laugh rumble through him before I hear it, and I can’t help but laugh along too. Before I know it we’re hitting the final room. I peek out from behind him and am amazed at the scene unfolding in front of me. It’s gory, of course, but seeing how someone had changed this into a super scary scene is astounding. A face pops up at me while wielding a straight razor. I can’t help but gasp and tuck myself into Daniel’s laugh.

“A couple more steps.” His voice vibrates his whole chest, I can’t help but snuggle in closer.

Relief floods my veins when I realize he wasn’t lying, I feel the cool night breeze on my ears. I’m still gripping the back of his shirt when I feel him laughing.

“You can let go, Ducky. We’ve made it.” I feel his hands reach back and try to loosen my grip. He spins around to look at me once he’s finally free, a giant grin stretched across his face. Daniel quickly pulls me in, the scent of his fresh laundry and incense he burns in his room surrounds me. I bury my face into his chest, the smell seemingly stronger here. I feel his hand rest on the back of my head, tangling with my curls.

“I knew you could do it.” He says as he rests his head on mine. “You’re a strong girl, y’know.” I swear I feel his lips press to my forehead for a moment before moving back into place. We stay like this for a moment longer in the chaos of everything.

Finally parting, I can’t help the smile on my face even though I just got scared shitless. Pulling on his hand, I started dragging him towards our reward.

“Let’s go, Daniel! Hot chocolate and crisp is calling our name!”

Our laughter echoes behind us as we break off into a sprint towards the concession stands. He intertwines our fingers, and somehow takes over leading us.

“Those long legs are so unfair!” I laugh-shout.

“Grow taller then, Ducky!”

Reaching the concessions stand the smell of chocolate and warm apples fill the air. I can’t help but get excited for our little treat.

“Pick a seat, I’ll grab our treats.”

A quick squeeze back and forth of our hands before we part. Finding an empty picnic table turned out to be quite easy. I take a seat on the opposite side so I can watch Daniel in line. His tall lanky stature is illuminated by the small surrounding lights. His long curly hair almost looked like a halo around his head, so wild and free.

It’s a quick moment before he turns around with his hands full. Long legs taking long strides until they finally reach me. Placing our goodies on the table he takes the seat opposite mine. Placing a small white cup in front of me, I almost tear it out of his hands. I'm so excited for this.

Taking the top off of my cup, I’m delighted to find a mound of whip cream.

“What’d you think, I’d forget how you take your hot chocolate?” He says from across the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant whipped cream with a side of hot chocolate.”

“Now we’re judging my hot chocolate order?” I cross my arms and throw a pout his way.

“Never would I ever,” he says. “It’s cute like you.” Daniel moves quickly and sticks a single finger into my whipped cream and then sets it on my nose.

“Hey! That’s a waste of the goods!”

Daniel says nothing, just stands in his seat, leans over, and quickly licks the whipped cream from my nose.

“Not wasted,” he says with a wink.

My face immediately gets hot. I break into the apple crisp. The gooey cinnamon apple oatmeal mixture steams from the container and makes my stomach rumble. The smell is otherworldly. I quickly hand a spoon to Daniel.

Holding my spoon out I wait for him to do the same.

“Cheers!” We say in unison.

It’s quiet for the next few minutes as we devour our treat. As we finish up Daniel collects our trash and I look at my phone, 11:00 shines back on my screen.

“You ready to go, Ducky?” He comes up from behind me and startles me a little bit.

“Absolutely.”

Our hands clasp and our walk back to the car is quiet. Daniel comes to my side and opens my door for me, and my face runs hot again. I watch as he walks over to his side and climbs into the driver's side.

It takes us a few moments, but once we finally get out onto the road, he settles his hand onto my thigh.

“This okay?” He asks while taking quick glances at me. I rest my hand on top of his, a silent yes. His hand gets tighter on my thigh and the bees in my chest become frantic.

My porch light slowly comes into view and my heart constricts at the fact that this night is coming to an end. Daniel pulls into my driveway and shuts off his lights. He hops out of his side and quickly rounds to mine.

“I had a really good time tonight, Ducky.” He says while helping me out of the truck. “Next time, nothing scary. Just us, I promise.”

Daniel’s hand invades my vision and pushes back my curly hair. Suddenly I can only focus on the scorching heat coming from his palm while it rests on my chin. Looking up at him, I can’t help but lean in. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, but now that it’s finally here it feels surreal.

When our lips finally touch I swear I hear fireworks going off. People cheering. A whole ass explosion.

I wrap my arms around his waist as he cradles my head in both of his hands. His soft lips are even more plush than they were in my dreams.

He pulls back too soon, peppering my lips with small kisses before finally ceasing.

“Melody, you are everything. Get inside so you don’t get grounded. I’ll text you when I’m home.” A final kiss is pressed to my lips before we separate. The walk to my front door is hazy. I turn and watch as he pulls out of the driveway, waving before he gets out of view.

“Mi amor, how was your date?” My mamà asks when I enter the door.

“Oh, mamà, it was everything.”

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magnolix · 2 years

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Hashira x y/n | Halloween Smut Headcanons

'Tis the season to be spooky! Here are some soft (and maybe spicy) headcanons for how some of the hashira celebrate with y/n

tw: gn!reader, cursing, scary movies, modern!au, daddy kink, smut headcanons, fingering, toys

characters: tengen, rengoku, giyuu,

Tengen

he goes ALL OUT on decorating

I'm talking fake spiders, giant cobwebs, light displays, gravestones

once, orders a real-life animal corpse for decorations in the graveyard

the smell was horrible

he's also really big on the dressing-up half

authentic costumes

tailored perfectly to fit you

matching costumes, group costumes, expensive costumes, overly complicated costumes

he loves all of it

sometimes you tease him by wearing intentionally risque outfits

he loves it when you're dressed up as a maid

his favorite is when you're in something soft or with a corset

he couldn't take his eyes off of you when you first did it

"looking flashy, y/n"

despite you both being adults, you still go trick or treating

and when you don't, you're handing out candy

kids always come running up to your door and beg for candy

Tengen buys the biggest bars of chocolate and all the jumbo-sized candy for them

if you guys have a pet, they get an outfit too

no negotiations

when it's just the two of you, it's scary movie night

Halloween, Coraline, Nightmare on Elm Street, IT, Nightmare before Christmas

he uses this time to get you flustered

you'll get spooked and cuddle up to him

meanwhile, under the blankets, let's just say it's not the most family-friendly thing in the world

"Does baby like it when daddy holds them close?" "Yes daddy," you moan into him as he pleases you with his fingers

you two almost never get invited for movie nights anymore

but you don't mind

Rengoku

he doesn't get to decorate as much as he'd like with his family, but sometimes he and Senjuro decorate the outside

Senjuro loves making homemade ghosts

he hangs them around the house when he can

you once saw Shinjuro smile as he found one

it almost brought you to tears

occasionally you and Rengoku spend the night at your father's home

you watch movies with him and his brother together

never anything too scary (because of Senjuro)

if Senjuro falls asleep during the movie, Rengoku puts him to bed and you two escape to another room

one time, Rengoku got curious and used some decorations as toys

that was quite the talk with Shinobu

during trick-or-treating, you two walk with Senjuro, and sometimes Genya or Tanjiro's group tags along

you, Senjuro, and Rengoku all have matching costumes

you also buy extra candy just in case Senjuro doesn't get a lot

"Hey what's that?" "What?" Senjuro turns around "Must have been a shadow," you say after pouring an entire bag of candy into his own

when it's just you and Rengoku though, much like Tengen, you two watch scary movies

you both make a big ass blanket nest for the two of you to lie in

as you're watching, you start to scoot closer and closer to Rengoku

if you're sitting on his lap or spooning, prepare for botty wiggles

Giyuu

hates Halloween

he's fine with the candy and costumes

but trick-or-treating is a no no

because he has something else in mind

one day you came home and were scooped up before being taken to the bedroom

he puts on the Halloween movie in the background as you two engage in pleasantries

"You look gorgeous, y/n-" "shut up, I'm trying to watch the movie"

when you two DO do anything festive, it's minimal

you'll dress up for the 31st and put a few decorations around the house but other than that it's pretty tame

he is a big fan of Christmas though

I hope you all enjoy this one, I know it's short but it was more of practice since I'm working on some other things. I also hope you all enjoy Halloween. Remember to brush all your teeth

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Hello! I would like to request a Jason Voorhees x Agender! Reader who somehow keeps ending up at Crystal Lake, every year, and faces Jason, every year. Each time, they end up getting the other counselors killed, but make it out fine, a few scratches or bruises, but other than that they're fine.

Maybe Jason starts to like seeing them, either because if they are there, then the others will be easy to kill, or because he likes seeing them? Up to you. Also, great blog, love your stuff, have a wonderful day!

omg yes!! thanks for all complements :D i have so much ideas for this one! so its one of longer ones! This can be read as platonic or romantic!! Pronouns are They/them! Request Open!!

Jason with agender!Reader

I can imagine it started by pure accident, their friends invited them over to party and vibe far away from city. You know the drill, somone gets too drunk, Jason goes brrr and everyone either dies becasue of their own stupidity or because Jason was in silly mood. y/n acidently kinda became this one main character in horror movies than just can't die, like they apear in every movie, but somehow they just can't rest :/ (for example Laurie Strode or Sidney Prescott)

First meeting with Jason was terryfing, big guy killing their friends like it was nothing. Imagine how y/n felt when year later their other friends decided to make suprise party there! and they didnt tell y/n where it was (obviously, its a suprise party duh). And everyone just assumed y/n were joking about whole "killer in the forest" thingy cuz its a campus ofcourse people will try to scare other people! ahh y/n soo goofy trying to spook their friends! Just like last time, absolute horror and killing spree happen, I can imagine y/n being more agile(but more jumpy probably due to trauma or sometihn idk).

Probably after few visits in Crystal Lake they kinda got used to whole "uwah spooky big guy with machete!!! uwah soo spooooky be spooked!" prompt. I can see them being like "Hi Jason, sorry i wasnt here last year i had stuff to do yknow" or "Hi Jason how was chrismas man?" aah casual conversations with killers>> He will be suprised and kinda akward, noone talks to him like to normal person :(

Its not like our Boy will stop trying to kill them constantly, but he will leave them for last,! Mostly because he acually enjoys their company a little. Especially if y/n talks to him like to normal human being!

Everytime they escape the Crystal Lake he kinda looks forward to see them next year, kinda hopes they will comeback and run around screaming and stuff. I can see y/n being less and less attached to other campers cuz they now theywill die lol.

Imagine y/n giving him tips which person kill first "ayo Jason can you kill this guy first, he said my oufit looks ugly :(" "..." (he agrees).

After finding out that Jason doesnt really have a family, y/n decides to give him little gift on chrismas (he will cry and if its some sort of plushie, he will hug it to sleep).

Also after few years he might stop plotting on killing them, like y/n seems chill and overall nice, theres no reason why he should kill them!

Once y/n was walking through forest and she acidently walked into some sort of bear trap :( and Jason was just standing there akwardly... like ??? should he help you??? or like not??? eeeh?? HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TODO i mean after few stressing seconds (and y/n bleeding out) he helped them and MAYBE ONLY MAYBE he helped them with bandages :3

"Jason :((( it was raining and i slipped and my sweater is ruined :(" jason can't really respond, but he will lisen and probably get a new sweater or a hoodie for them(it mightt have blood on it)

Pls any phisical contact with this guy is a blessing, he needs hugs and other cute stuff! Please hold his hand while you guys are walking together. Also hopefully y/n is a talkitive person cuz they will do the talking! He enjoys lisening to them dont worry!

If anyone dares to be rude to y/n, Jason will speedrun killing them (in gruesome way ofc <3)

Ofcourse y/n probably has some scars because of Jason being all evil bab in past, and he will feel kinda guilty for whooping them with machete like 10 times, but eh who cares, they have both arms and legs so nothing really happenndddd rightt???

Overall 8/10 will give hugs and flowercrowns, but pls dont bring ur close friends to Crystal Lake he will stab :)

#jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #slashers #friday 13th #slasher x reader

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allmoshnobrain · 10 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 05 of ? | masterpost

word count: 2296 | ao3 link

He planted a soft kiss on the palm of my hand, holding it gently but firmly. I couldn't help but notice that he always treated me that way— as if I could shatter at the slightest touch. Maybe that's why I felt safer with him every day. He understood me, no judgment. I saw a side of him that others seemed not to notice. It felt like a fair trade to me.

✦ on this chapter: oc is cliff's cousin, +18, slice of life, romance, fluff, drinking, sexually inexperienced oc, dave mustaine x female!oc, kissing (a lot), found family vibes

✧ fade into you, strange you never knew ✧

I took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of freshly made popcorn that filled the kitchen, a mix of satisfaction and mild boredom washing over me. It was one of those rainy Sunday nights and for the first time ever since I moved I found myself home alone. Cliff and the guys had headed out to another show, and I knew they'd end up hitting a bar afterwards. But since I had a job starting the next day, I decided to play it responsible for once. So, here I was, winding down the weekend with a bowl of popcorn and a stack of movie tapes that Cliff had lent me. I tried my best to ignore the nagging feeling that I'd much rather be out there having fun with Cliff, Lars, James, and Dave.

With the popcorn bucket in hand, I plopped onto the couch in the living room. I glanced at the small pile of movies, contemplating which one to indulge in for the night. A frown crept onto my face as I noticed that most of them fell into the horror genre: The Shining, Night of the Living Dead, Black Cat. It seemed Cliff's taste in movies still leaned towards spooky. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a wise choice to dive into those on a quiet Sunday night, all by myself at home.

I pondered over whether I should opt for the less scary looking cover or just give up altogether and tune into a mindless game show when I heard a knock at the door. A tiny yelp escaped my lips, followed by an immediate blush. Seriously, getting scared while watching horror movies is one thing, but getting spooked before even choosing one? What a dummy.

I got up and made my way to the door, opening it to show Dave standing there, drenched from the rain and looking slightly drunk. I let out a small exclamation of surprise as he strode into the room with big steps, cupping my face in his hands and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. Well, talk about unexpected. The taste of beer lingered as he pulled me closer, his arms holding me firmly.

"Dave," I chuckled, a bit taken aback, against his lips, "what are you doing here? I thought you were heading to the bar with everyone after the concert."

"Nah, it was too boring there without you," he grumbled, easing back a bit and flashing a smile as his thumb traced along my lower lip. I blushed, my heart fluttering like crazy, just like it always did when he got this close. "We've been kinda distant lately, haven't we? You avoiding me or something?"

"No way," I replied, hesitating for a moment before adding, "I'd never avoid you."

But truth be told, he had a point. Over the past few days, our paths hadn't crossed as frequently as before. Part of it was because he took up a side gig at a local mechanic shop to help with the bills. Between band rehearsals, gigs, and the hustle of daily life, there was barely any time left for us to be together.

I realized I had missed that, though — just chilling with him, sharing a beer and a smoke in conversations that inevitably ended in kisses. Ever since he had first kissed me, it had been near impossible to not find myself wrapped up in his embrace whenever we were together.

"Well," he said, breaking the kiss for just a moment before kissing me again. I let out a contented sigh as he pulled me closer, his lips leisurely exploring mine. "I wanted some alone time with you, but the others were always lingering around. So this time, I left them there and came to see you. But if you want me to go..."

I couldn't ignore the happiness bubbling up inside me. I was starting to feel like I could resist him less and less each time we were together. Not that I was trying, anyway.

"No, stay," I whispered, locking eyes with his warm brown gaze. He smiled softly and placed his hand on my cheek, planting gentle kisses on my lips, then my cheek, then my neck.

"Wanna go to my room?" he whispered, his lips grazing my skin. I nodded, and he smiled as he took my hand, leading me upstairs.

He didn't even bother flicking on the lights as he closed the door, pulling me closer to his body. He kissed me again, fiercely, passionately, his lips meeting mine with a raw hunger that caught me off guard. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hand firmly gripped my butt, his teeth leaving marks on the skin of my neck. My heart raced, taken aback by his newfound intensity; he had never touched me like this before. It was as if he was desperate to have me in his arms, as if all the kisses we had exchanged so far were nowhere near enough.

He took off his shirt, and I shivered as he laid me down on the bed, the weight of his body on top of mine. His right hand reached for my waist, gripping it tightly as he kissed me. I felt my body heat up more and more. All I wanted was to let him explore my entire body with his eyes, with his hands, with his tongue — but I couldn't do that knowing I was sober and he was drunk, even if just lightly. This isn't right, I thought.

"Dave, you're drunk," I whispered, my hand resting on his chest as I gently nudged him away. He grunted.

"So what?"

"I... I don't know if I'm up for it with you like this," I blushed. "Will you even remember any of this tomorrow?"

He sighed but smiled at me as he lay beside me and pulled me close, his arm draped around my waist.

"And you think I'd forget?" He planted kisses on my shoulder and then my neck. I shivered, using all my strength not to pull him back on top of me right there. "You want it too, don't you?" His grip on my thigh tightened, and he kissed me on the lips once more. "I would never do anything you don’t want to, Nore, but damn... You're gonna drive me crazy like this."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not really knowing what to say. He was right; I wanted it so bad, more than I was ready to admit. It was tough to resist my desires in that moment; if he pushed just a little harder, I wouldn't be able to deny him anything he wanted from me.

But he didn't push; I let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through my hair, planting gentle, tender kisses on my lips.

"Sometimes I forget you've never done shit like this before," he confessed, then kissed my cheek. "I've never felt like this, Nore. And I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to be a jerk. I want to do things the right way."

I softly caressed his face, allowing my fingertips to trace his lips. I was slowly beginning to realize that alcohol, before making him aggressive, made him brutally honest. But that wasn't so bad; I liked this side of him.

He planted a soft kiss on the palm of my hand, holding it gently but firmly. I couldn't help but notice that he always treated me that way—as if I could shatter at the slightest touch. Maybe that's why I felt safer with him every day. He understood me, no judgment. I saw a side of him that others seemed not to notice. It felt like a fair trade to me.

He pulled me closer again, his lips finding their way to my neck.

"I just really wanted to keep kissing you," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. "Can I?"

Instead of answering, I simply kissed him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he settled on top of me once again. He let out a contented sigh, his tongue gently exploring my mouth, and I melted under his touch. He was everywhere: his body, his hands, his hair, his scent enveloping me completely. In that moment, I wanted him so much that I could barely breathe — I only wished he felt the same.

I’m not sure I could bear it if he didn’t.

I allowed myself to stay there, in his arms, as he kissed me all over — my lips, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. I felt like I could stay there forever, completely surrendered to him. Eventually, we settled down and he pulled me close, allowing me to rest my head on his chest as he gently stroked my hair and my face.

"How was your day?" I finally broke the silence. He chuckled softly.

"Pretty dull, to be honest. But hey, at least I made some cash. And drank beer. Oh, and," I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked, " I hung out with this amazing girl who happens to be a friend's cousin, " I couldn’t help but giggle softly upon hearing that, lifting my head to meet his gaze. He smiled at me.

"And what about yours?"

"It was good. Didn't really do much , but James tried to teach me how to play the guitar."

He furrowed his brow slightly at my words.

"Don't you think you've been spending too much time with James?" he asked, his voice tinged with a touch of jealousy. I blinked in surprise. "I can teach you, you know. I'm a better player than him anyway," he added, sounding a bit cocky. I burst into laughter.

"Dave, you were busy. I didn't want to bother," I replied. He huffed.

"You're never a bother. Besides, I enjoy hanging out with you," he kissed my forehead. "We've got rehearsal tomorrow, but if you want, I can teach you some songs afterward."

"Sounds good," I smiled. The idea of spending even a little time with him excited me.

I stayed there, lying in his embrace, as we continued talking in hushed voices. At some point, the rain grew stronger. I knew it was a bit chilly, but having Dave's body against mine provided enough warmth. It was so cozy and comfortable that I thought I could stay there forever. I yawned, feeling sleep starting to take over, but I didn't have the strength or desire to get up and go to my own room. Instead, I simply closed my eyes and drifted off, feeling safe in his arms for the first time.

The next day, I woke up in Cliff's bed. I looked around, a bit confused. I was all by myself in the room, and I couldn't remember how I ended up there. I wondered if Dave had carried me there after I fell asleep, and my cheeks turned slightly red. I got up and closed the bedroom door to change before heading out to the living room, where Lars and Cliff were chilling on the couch, talking to each other.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," Cliff greeted sarcastically, extending his arm toward me. I took his hand, and he planted a kiss on it, grinning at me. "You sure know how to get your beauty rest for someone who decided to lay low on a Sunday night, don't you think?"

"Good morning to you too, Cliff," I replied with a smile. Well, at least he seemed oblivious to the fact that I had crashed in Dave's arms last night. I could only imagine the teasing I'd get if he found out; I guess I owed Dave one in the end.

"Cliff whipped up some eggs and bacon. They're in the kitchen if you're up for it," Lars chimed in.

"Sweet! Thanks," I replied, making my way to the kitchen.

I was helping myself to breakfast when I heard the front door swing open. I looked up and spotted James and Dave strolling in, each carrying bags of beers and a bottle of vodka.

"Good morning," Dave greeted, sidling up to the kitchen counter, wrapping his arm around my waist, and planting a sweet kiss on my forehead. I couldn't help but smile.

James put the beer bags onto the counter and grabbed a couple bottles. He handed one over to me with a grin.

"Breakfast is served," he said ceremoniously, and I let out a soft chuckle. Beer for breakfast had become a running joke among the three of us after I noticed how they always had one after waking up. He passed another beer to Dave, taking a few more for himself, Cliff, and Lars. Dave cracked open his beer, taking a sip before setting the bottle on the counter. He cupped my chin in his hand and kissed me gently on the lips.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, and I nodded. He smirked playfully and leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "If you ever want to pick up where we left off yesterday, just give me a heads up, alright?"

"Dave!" I giggled shyly. He chuckled along and took another sip of his beer.

"Come on, let's go join the others."

I grabbed my beer and the plate of breakfast, following him back to the living room where we all gathered. James picked up his guitar and started strumming some tunes, occasionally bouncing ideas off the others while I sat between Cliff and Dave, listening intently. After a month of living together, these moments of easy camaraderie among the five of us had become more frequent, and I felt genuinely happy there, like I had rarely felt before.

#ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #metallica #megadeth #james hetfield #dave mustaine #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc)#hello hello hello it's heartbreaker day!!

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andizzlethasimma · 6 months

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Spooky Sims: Festive Gameplay Ideas Masterpost for your Sims' Spooky Day by AndizzleThaSimma

Happy Halloween y'all! I love to celebrate holidays in the Sims, especially during that holiday season in my real life. I love to get actively involved in helping my sims celebrate their holidays, so I wanted to show you all how I do that. These are great gameplay items, features, and ideas you can use to light up your sims' Spooky Day celebration. I have a full guide and masterpost on things pictured and more! Enjoy and Happy Spooky Day!

PSA: Install and check the status of these mods in your game at your own risk. This post was made in October of 2023. As you know, the game updates regularly, and some mods can need updating in time. Be mindful of this and download at your own discretion.

Happy Simming & Save eat loads of pixel candy for me!

Packs Mentioned:

Seasons

Spooky Stuff

Paranormal Stuff

Movie Hangout

High School Years

Little Campers

Growing Together

Packs that have Food Stands

*Having additional packs can in turn add to the actual gameplay since there are more items and in-game actions, but with a little imagination and some base cc/mods, you can definitely give your sims a great spooky day without any other packs! I left links to descriptions of each pack listed so you can see what they may add to the game.

Basegame CC

Decor

Spooky Day Welcome Mats by incandescentsims: https://incandescentsims.tumblr.com/post/632774820475650048/spooky-day-welcome-mats-22-maxis-match-spooky

Halloween Welcome Mats by Simdertalia: https://simdertalia.tumblr.com/post/697397608508964864/halloween-welcome-mats-sims-4-base

SimLaughLove Simblreen Pack: https://simlaughlove.tumblr.com/post/167051425433/sll-simblreen2017

( I just used the pumpkin archway but there is more in the pack for download!)

Objects

RVSN Here for the Boos punch bowl: https://ravasheen.com/download/here-for-the-boos/

RVSN Candy Bowls: https://ravasheen.com/download/thats-the-spirit-simberleen-20/

Foods & Recipes

Around the Sims 4 Edible Chocolate: https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/appliance_foodset_04b.shtml

Icemunmun Spooky Cookies: https://modthesims.info/d/602418/spooky-cookies-ts4-edition-updated-9-7-2020.html

(Will need their custom food mod)

Littlbowbub Spooky Recipes (Will need their grannies' cookbook mod):

Spooky Party Bag https://www.patreon.com/posts/73798444

Spooky Freakshakes https://www.patreon.com/posts/57836479

Voodoo Cookies https://www.patreon.com/posts/58055567

Pumpkin Cupcakes https://www.patreon.com/posts/pumpkin-cupcakes-58068956

Ghost Cupcakes https://www.patreon.com/posts/ghost-cupcakes-58117132

Pumpkin Spice Latte Cake https://www.patreon.com/posts/40986397

Monster Brownies https://www.patreon.com/posts/58731025

Somik & Severinka Halloween Treats (REQUIRES GET TO WORK): https://www.patreon.com/posts/halloween-treats-72913927

Gameplay Mods

Littlemssam Social Activities (Trick or Treat Rabbithole): https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175408773833/social-activities-visit-friends-family-and

Ask for treats and satisfy trick-or-treat holiday tradition mod by PeterSkyWalker! (REQUIRES SPOOKY STUFF & SEASONS): https://modthesims.info/d/617008/ask-for-treats-and-satisfy-trick-or-treat-holiday-tradition.html

Gameplay Ideas

Spooky Day Party

You can do a Costume Party (Spooky Party) with the Spooky Day pack

You can do a house party and simply dress your sims up in costumes downloaded cc, in-game clothes, put on a costume with seasons holiday tradition, etc.)

Haunted House

With the paranormal stuff pack, haunted houses are a real thing in-game, and you can have your sims visit there. Feel free to take your sims to visit and add some real spooks to your sim’s night! (TEST IN GAME)

If you don’t have the paranormal stuff pack, you can put a spooky house in game, add a spooky lot trait, and have your sims visit and see what spooks they get.

Halloween Bake Sale:

A fun idea is having a sim of ours bake some festive treats and sell them at a park or anywhere that they can put a food stand

Can be done with the base game & RVSN’s Salebration retail system mod!

Spooky Day Party:

Crank up the tunes, bring out the booze, and have a spooky party for your sims. Throw up some decorations, bake some festive treats, and rev up the fright night!

Other In-Game Activities You Can Do:

Carve Pumpkins (Spooky Stuff)

Watch Scary Movies (Movie Hangout, Little Campers, or Growing Together)

Turn into ghosts & scare other sims

Give candy and food gifts to kids and teens with the Seasons “Give Gift” feature

Travel to the pier and ride rides (High School Years)

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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the warrior and the witch - part two

summary: pero’s life and yours become deeply intertwined, although fate has other plans for you both.

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, cursing, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit), depictions of assault (not sexual), drinking, more blood, a bit of yearning, a bit of longing, a bit of angst 👀

a/n: part 2! I’m glad y’all are liking this as much as I’m enjoying writing it 🧡 the magic is real and the spooky vibes are keeping me going!!

PART ONE 🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂 PART THREE

It becomes far to easy for him to fit his life into yours. You slot together all too perfectly, and not just when you’re tangled up in bed together, sharing breaths and stealing kisses.

His horse shares the pasture with yours. The trunk at the end of your bed is soon filled with his clothes, as well as your own. You fix him tea each morning before you tend to your growing orchard together, more trees filling the field beside the cottage. He lets you teach him how to bake, his versions of the tarts and pies you make for the village a little sloppier, but you’re quick to assure him they’re just as delicious.

His swords hang by the door, left untouched for longer than ever before, but still within reach, to be used if trouble should come looking. He’s nearly half a world away from the Wall, but Pero still feels himself looking over his shoulder, his brow hard as he surveys the horizon, every cart or horse that comes past the cottage making him get to his feet, watching it disappear over the hill, waiting until he’s sure you’re safe.

“You worry too much, love,” you tell him. You’ve taken to using the same nickname for him that he has for you, though yours is always in his native tongue. Amor. Mi amour. Mi dulce amor. “Nothing will harm us here, I made sure of it.”

You’ve shown him your handiwork, the protective spells and charms that surround the cottage — and its inhabitants — from the outside world. You know what you’re doing, and he knows you can handle yourself. Gods only know you survived long enough with out him, and he’s told you as much.

“I did,” you reply, a smile appearing on your lips that he instantly wants to kiss, “but it was a lonely life.”

“And now?”

“And now,” you repeat, crawling closer to him, pinching his chin between your fingers, leaning up to ghost a kiss over his scarred cheek, “I have you, my bed is never empty, and my heart is forever full.”

Your words send a flurry through his chest, warmth spreading out and coating his lungs like a summer rain. The old witch’s words echo in his mind constantly. Her soul calls to yours. He thinks it’s the truth, knows it must be the truth; with everything he’s seen in the world, the notion that there is another soul on this plane that sings the same song as his, it seems feasible. It seems less and less farfetched with every day he spends in your presence.

You have a gentle way about you, a demeanour that makes him wonder why the people of the village judge you so harshly, why they throw insults and ignore you. You take it in stride, even on the days when he accompanies you, still offering your help where you can, sneaking extra tarts to the poorer children who have no coin to spend, leaving baskets of apples on the doorsteps of families who have too many mouths to feed and not enough to go around.

Your magic is something else entirely. He’s awed by you each time you use it, from the simplest things — the front door of the cottage swinging shut with a wave of your hand, the blankets turned down on the bed with a twist of your wrist — to the most complicated.

When the land grows cold and the snows come, he takes his horse into the forest, a sleigh drawn behind him to collect firewood and whatever hunting he may come upon. A wolf crosses their path, spooking the horse, Pero tumbling from his saddle, landing hard in the snow. The horse loses its balance and topples sideways, crushing his leg beneath the beast’s massive weight.

Barely a moment passes before he hears your heaving breaths, the dark blur of your skirts and heavy winter cloak flashing through the forest. You’re at his side in an instant, your hands frozen and your cheeks equally so, but you don’t seem to notice, your focus on his horse. He watches, wincing in pain, as you take the beast’s large head between your palms, your mouth moving with soundless words, eyes fluttering shut, lashes fanned against your cheeks. The horse makes a quiet noise, blowing hot breaths that turn to steam in your face. Slowly, the beast gets to its feet, knees bent in the snow, easing his weight off Pero’s leg until it’s completely gone.

The pain doubles and you abandon the horse, eyes flashing something silvery and bright as you crouch before him. You take his face in your cold hands, thumbs swiping his cheeks. “What hurts?” you ask, your voice hoarse as he’s ever heard it, thick as anything. You cradle him to your chest, peppering the top of his head with kisses.

“My leg,” he grits out, one arm curling around you, holding you close if only to offer some of his warmth. His other hand squeezes his thigh, trying to will the pain to ebb even slightly, but to no avail.

You press a wet kiss to his temple before leaning back, disentangling yourself from him, moving to inspect his limb. Your fingers are nimble, gentle as they can be, probing at muscle and bone until you’re satisfied, your brow pinched as you work.

“Broken?” he asks, wincing hard when you prod a particularly sore spot. “Fuck.”

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head. “Something’s out of place.” Your fingers glance across his knee, and he nearly yelps as the pain spikes. “There.”

You move back up closer to him, one hand under his chin while the other settles over his on his thigh. Your fingers span his, your palm cool against his hot skin. He feels your nails dig into his chin, lifting his face until his eyes are locked with yours.

“This is going to hurt,” you tell him, “but you’ll feel better after, I swear it.”

“Just do it, amor,” he grits out, pushing his forehead against yours.

You kiss him as you do it, light flaring from your palm as your hand moves down to his knee, closing around the joint and shifting. He groans into your mouth, the pain searing through his limbs like a white-hot poker. Your kiss is only slightly distracting, but once his knee is back in place, the pain subsides, and your hand continues to move, something more akin to the warmth of a candle flame seeping through his muscle and bone. Your chest is heaving, and he lifts a hand, pressing his palm to your chest. Your heart races beneath your skin, your breaths short and staccato, and he pulls away from you slightly, searching your face.

“Amor, you are shaking.”

“The pain,” you breathe out, swaying slightly in his grasp, “is it gone?”

It is, he realizes. The warmth from your magic had faded, his knee returned to its rightful place, but there is no pain. No remnant of the injury, not even the ghost of an ache left simmering beneath his skin. Nothing.

“What did you do?” he asks, his voice dropping low, his hand lifting to your cheek. He calls your name as your eyes flutter shut, open again slowly. “What did you do?”

“I took it,” you murmur, barely above a whisper as your eyes roll back and you collapse into the snow.

Now it’s his heart that’s racing. Your body has gone cold, any trace of warmth sucked clean from your bones. Terror isn’t the right way to describe how he feels as he scoops you into his arms and starts to run. His knee makes no complaints, his body focused on only you, getting you home, getting you safe, getting you warm. His horse follows dutifully behind, snorting lowly as it drags the sleigh along.

He nearly kicks the door down, slamming it shut with his boot as he carries you through to the bedroom. Pero lays you on the bed, your prone figure making his heart skip in his chest. You’re still breathing, but it’s shallow, too slow. Quick as he can, he stacks wood in the hearth, strikes the flint on the kindling and tends to the fire until he can feel the heat start to permeate the room.

Then he returns to you. Your cloak and dress are nearly soaked through, your boots caked in snow. He nearly snaps the laces trying to pull them off of you, tossing them over his shoulder, not caring where they land on the floor.

Most of his time with his mercenary friends was spent in the heat, but some of them had travelled elsewhere. One man had been as far north as north goes, to the sprawling, snow-capped mountains. He’d told tales of the cold, how he’d nearly died on one of the peaks, and a young woman had saved him from freezing to death. “She stripped me down, stripped herself, and lay with me,” he’d told them, a glint in his eyes as he remembered, reminiscing. “Her body heat warmed my own, slowly and surely, gently enough not to shock my heart, and come morning, I was right as rain.”

The man’s words echo loud in Pero’s mind as he yanks back the layers of fabric on the mattress. You’d sewn two new blankets as the cold grew nearer, and he was thankful. He peels your clothes from your body, letting them fall in a wet heap on the floor. He pushes you beneath the blankets, pulling them to your chin, and then strips himself. Still, his knee makes no protest, no pain sparking up his leg at all as he rids himself of his cloak, boots, clothes. The fire crackles in the hearth and he slips into bed.

Your body reacts to his closeness, immediately turning towards him, a low moan bubbling from your lips as he pulls you into his arms. He tucks your head beneath his chin, scooping you onto his chest. Your limbs sprawl wide, but after a moment, your hand twitches, knuckles cracking as you curl your fingers around his shoulder.

“Pero,” you groan out, your voice laced with pain, and he moves your head back gently, searching your face.

“I am here, amor,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the space below your eye. “Stay with me. I need to get you warm.” His hands start to roam, flattened palm skimming every plane of your body. The chill that’s wormed its way beneath your skin starts to dissipate, every pass of his hand soothing it away. You sigh contentedly, your lips pressing to his jaw as he caresses you. “What did you do?”

A few moments pass before you speak. Your strength seems to be returning, your weight lifting onto one elbow, planted beside his head. Your eyes have that shine to them still, that streak of silver he’s never seen before, and you lean in close, your mouth brushing against his before you offer an answer.

“I took your pain.”

Your voice cracks as you say it, and Pero’s brow pinches. His hands have stopped at your waist, your skin warmed to match his own, and he squeezes you slightly. “Have you done that before?”

Slowly, you shake your head. “I’ve healed before, but never…” Your gaze drops. “I couldn’t bear it, seeing you in pain like that.”

Something in his chest splinters. He growls as he moves, turning you onto your back slowly, planting his hands either side of you and hovering above your warmed body. “Never again, amor,” he tells you, brow creasing, and you reach up, smoothing your thumb over the line in his forehead. “You understand me? I can take the pain. Whatever this world throws at me, I have learned to endure it. I can endure it. Pain is bearable. Meaningless.”

“Pero, I—”

He leans down, silencing you with a kiss. “But losing you, that is not.” The words are spoken against your lips, and you let out a little noise, a whimper that reaches his ears and zips straight down his spine. “I cannot lose you. I will not.”

“Nor I you,” you reply, breathing the words back into him. There’s a slight chill in the very tips of your fingers as you twine them into his hair, but the rest of you is fully warm again, knees parting to make space for him between your hips. He seeks out where you’re the warmest, the heat that envelops every part of him when you let him inside.

Pero kisses you soft, then harder. Rougher. He pours his frustration and love and awe out into his kisses, pushing only just hard enough, pricking at your edges until you’re keening and begging for more. As he drags his mouth down the centre of your chest, he pauses, listening for your heartbeat.

It still races, rioting in your ribs like an untamed bird, but for a different reason entirely.

He settles himself between your legs, mouth finding all the right places, all the places he’s come to know as well as his own body, and your voice is light, airy and dripping with pleasure.

“Love.”

The snow starts to melt, and Pero comes to you with a request.

“I need to send a letter.”

It’s not an odd request by any means, but when you probe him further, finding that he wants to write to his friend, William — the man who had kept him alive on the Wall as they fought the Tao Tei, had released him from prison when he was captured afterwards; you’ve heard the stories many times now — there’s one issue.

“I do not know where he is now,” Pero admits, frustration evident in his face. You’re inside the cottage, him pacing the kitchen floor while you tend to dinner, a pot of soup bubbling away over the fire. Soot has found himself on the large table that takes up the middle of the kitchen, perched in the middle, little mediator that he is, ears twitching as he listens to you two talk. “But I must write to him, let him know I’m alive and well. I owe him my life, after all.” He comes to stand beside you, puts a heavy hand on your hip, leans in to kiss your temple. “Our life.”

You crack a smile, turning your face and catching his lips on yours. “You have much to thank him for then,” you reply, lifting a hand and stroking his cheek with your knuckle. “We both do.” You jut your chin towards the sitting room. “There’s parchment, and a quill and ink. Once you’re done, Soot will take it.”

Pero’s eyes slide to the animal perched on the table, one brow lifting. “The cat?” he asks. “How will he know where to—?”

You silence him with another kiss. “Write your letter, Pero Tovar, and trust your witch’s magic, yes?”

He scoffs a little laugh, but then a flush creeps up his face, cheeks and ears turning bright red, and his gaze drops to his now folded hands. “There is one other problem, amor.”

“Yes?” you inquire, returning to the soup over the fire.

“I cannot write.” His voice is so low you barely hear him, and when you turn, the look on his face makes your heart ache. He’s staring down at his face, refusing to look at you as you draw closer. “I have been a warrior all my life. I was never…I don’t…I cannot…” He breathes out a heavy sigh, broad chest deflating, and you reach for his wrist, curling your fingers around. “What are you…?”

Wordlessly, you pull him from the kitchen and into the sitting room, snapping candles to life as you reach the small desk in the sitting room. You pull a piece of parchment from the stack there, flip open the jar of ink and reach for a quill. “Tell me what you want to say,” you say, keeping your voice purposefully even.

He stares at you for a long moment, searching your face. For judgment, you think, but you keep your eyes stuck to his, the corner of your mouth lifted, the hand not holding the quill resting on his knee, rubbing your thumb back and forth. Whatever he’s looking for, whatever opinion he’s thinking you must have, he doesn’t find it, and after a moment, his lips quirk the same as yours, and he starts to talk.

William,

I hope this letter finds you alive and well. I am both, and I have you to thank for it. Until my last day, I will owe you my life.

After we parted, I carried on down the path, followed whatever fire had been ignited in my chest by the witch’s words. And, my friend, I must tell you, I found exactly what I had been searching for. I found a woman so unimaginable, so beautiful and wondrous, and I believe what the witch told me that day. Her soul calls to mine, and my own sings a new song in return. A song of love.

I write to you because I must thank you, my friend. Without you, I would have rotted away in that cell, or would have died upon that Wall many moons earlier. But I did not, because of you. Because of your kindness. I know I was not an easy companion at times, and I would have deserved a much worse fate, but you did not allow it. And if you had, I would not have what I have now.

So, I thank you, William. Should you ever need an old warrior’s swords, mine are forever at the ready for you.

Be well, my friend.

Pero Tovar

Before you sign his name, you slip the quill into his fingers, adjusting them until he’s holding it properly. Slowly, you guide his hand to make the letters. It’s a little shaky, the curve on the P a little wider than you’d write it, but all the same.

“There,” you say once it’s complete, standing from your seat to find a cloth to wipe the quill off. Pero stares down at the parchment, his brow creased once more. “What is it, love?”

“Would you teach me?” he asks, blinking at the letter once before his face turns back to yours “To write and…” He pauses, swallowing hard, throat bobbing. “To read.”

You step back towards him, abandoning the quill. You slip your arms around his neck, settling onto his thick thigh, feeling his muscle tense beneath you. “Of course I will.”

“There’s no spell, is there?” he asks, pushing his face into your collar, lashes fluttering against your neck. “To spare me the embarrassment.”

You laugh softly, kissing whatever part of his head you can reach. “There are some things that can only be taught, love.”

The snow has nearly melted completely when Soot returns.

Just when Pero thinks you can surprise him no further, you always seem to, and the letter was no exception. Once the ink had dried, you’d rolled up the parchment, fetching a small piece of ribbon to tie it with, dripping candle wax on the seal and pressing one of your rings into the liquid until it hardened. Then you’d returned to the kitchen, pulling Pero along with you.

The cat still sat perched on the large table, and chirped curiously at you when you approached. “We need a favour, sweet thing,” you cooed, setting the rolled parchment on the table and reaching out to pet Soot’s head. He purred happily, leaning up into your touch, licking at your fingers and nipping at your palm when you scratched under his chin. “Pero, open the window,” you requested, and he lifted a brow, but crossed the kitchen and did as you asked.

You leaned down and whispered in the cat’s ear, and there was a flash of bright light. When it faded, Soot was gone, and in his place sat a regal black falcon, wings twitching and talons scratching at the tabletop. The bird nuzzled into your touch as you fastened the parchment to it’s leg, then climbed onto your arm when you offered it. Pero just watched, awestruck, as you carried the bird toward the now-opened window. As soon as the wind beckoned, rustling your hair as it moved into the cottage, the bird took off, disappearing through the window and into the sky beyond.

And now, winter giving way nearly completely to spring, the bird returns. You’re outside, tending to the slowly blooming apple trees, while Pero is chopping firewood. With a loud squawk, Soot lands on the fence that surrounds the cottage grounds. And there’s a new roll of parchment tied to his leg, this one bearing a different coloured seal.

Pero takes the parchment from the bird, and as soon as you’re within reach, Soot leaps at you. There’s a flash, and he lands in your arms in cat-form once again, purring like mad as you cradle him close and shower him with affection. “Good boy.”

The wax seal cracks under Pero’s fingers as he unravels the parchment. He can feel you watching him, waiting to see if he’ll turn the words towards you, but he doesn’t. You’ve been constant with your lessons, he an eager student. You’d have him reading all hours of the day if you could — to help build his confidence, you claim — but while it takes him a moment to sort out William’s bent scrawl, the words are familiar.

“What does it say?” you ask, rocking Soot in your arms, still scratching at his chin. “Is he well?”

Pero just stares down at the words for a moment, trying to sort through the thoughts that have gone wild in his mind. “He…” He trails off, contemplates handing the parchment to you, then thinks better of it. “He’s close. In the mountains, two week’s ride from here. He’s asked me to go help him. There are other mercenaries in the north, he says, but he needs someone he trusts.”

He doesn’t look up at you until he’s done talking, the edge of the parchment nearly crumpling in his grip. When he finally does, his breath catches in his throat. You’re just staring, your hands buried in Soot’s fur, and your eyes are like pools of glass, tears lining your lashes, threatening to drop.

“I have to go, amor. I owe him my life. It’s as I told him: my swords are his.”

You nearly drop the cat, spinning on your heel and sprinting back to the cottage. Pero calls your name, but you ignore him, the door slamming shut behind you. The parchment crumples into a ball in his fist, and he heaves a sigh, following the path you made back to the cottage. He half-expects the door to be locked, keeping him out, but it swings open with ease.

As he steps inside, he hears the bedroom door slam loudly, and a moment later, Soot appears in front of him, his fluffy head cocked to the side, those strange amber eyes — eyes that had been in the skull of a falcon only moments earlier — peering up at him.

He does not want to go. He does not want to leave you. In fact, as soon as his eyes read the words, as soon as he realized what his friend was asking, it was as though his chest wanted to cave in, the ache already palpable, the thought of leaving you making his whole body revolt in protest.

He does not want to leave, but he must. Pero Tovar owes a debt. He spoke the truth in his letter; if it were not for William’s kindness, he would not have the life he has now. He would not have you.

So, go he must.

Pero waits, hopes that you’ll walk back out with something akin to a smile on your face, though he knows it’s doubtful. He sinks onto the settee in the sitting room, elbows leaned on his knees, face in his hands. He’s at war with himself, the battle raging in his mind. He cannot betray you; he cannot betray William.

He cannot betray himself.

He waits until the sun disappears beyond the horizon and the cottage sinks into darkness. He lights candles and builds a fire, busies himself with one of the many books stacked on your desk, if only to distract his mind from what’s happened, what’s to come. Soot finds a perch along the back of the settee, his long tail curled over Pero’s shoulder, his quiet purrs rumbling in his ear.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the bedroom door opens.

He hears your soft steps before he sees you, the book flipping closed in his hands as he sets it aside. The moment you set foot in the sitting room, your entire body is bathed in firelight. The clothes you’d worn earlier in the day have been discarded, replaced with a simple white shift that turns nearly transparent as you move, the orange glow that fills the space covering your body.

Pero calls your name, but you make no show of answer, your gaze bright as it had been that day in the woods, when you’d taken his pain. Soot meows in your direction, but you seem to ignore him as well, sinking to your knees on the plush carpet right in front of Pero. There’s a…glow about you, something emanating from deep within, and he swallows hard as you plant warm palms on his knees, curling your fingers inward and pulling his legs apart.

“Mi amor,” he starts, but you shake your head, your mouth a hard line as you put yourself between his thighs. You tilt your face towards him, and his breath hitches when he sees the tear tracks on your cheeks, your red-rimmed eyes and wet lashes. “Please.”

You still say nothing but reach up to your neck, pulling a leather cord that’s strung around your throat. He sees a flash of silver as you lift it over your head and loop it over his, and when he looks down, there’s a heavy ring strung on the cord, the metal etched with runes and symbols he doesn’t know the meaning of, but has seen scrawled in the margins of your books, marked into the walls of the very cottage he’s come to call home.

“Come back to me,” you speak finally, your hands settling either side of his face. “Swear to me, you’ll do what you must, and you’ll come back to me.”

His chest is tight at the tone in your voice, the way it cracks on the words, the way you’re nearly sobbing by the time they’re all out. Your face is so close, your lips so inviting, and he pushes his nose along yours, tipping forward until his forehead is against your own.

“I swear it, amor.”

You move then, gathering the hem of your shift as you rise up, planting one knee either side of him and settling down into his lap. Soot scampers away and Pero blows out a breath. The air has grown thick between you, something magical and ethereal settling over both your bodies. He reaches for you, curling his hands around your waist, sighing into your mouth when you lean down and kiss him.

It’s slow. It’s slower than any coupling you’ve had since you first laid eyes on each other. It burns low and syrupy, as gentle as the warmth of the fire that permeates the room. Pero skims heavy palms up your thighs, sneaking beneath the fabric that covers you. He groans when he finds your body bare underneath, his head falling into your sternum as you start to move against him, tangling one hand in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder.

Any other night, and he’d splay you out on the floor before the fire, drink the nectar that lies between your legs straight from the source, keep himself there until you see stars, until he’s so ravenous he can barely contain himself, before plunging into the depths of your body like a man possessed. Any other night, and he’d grip your hips and flip you over, have you on all fours sprawled on the rug with his hips slamming into your ass, spanking you hard until there’s mark shaped like his hand on your cheek, until you’re begging for him, leaning up on your knees until your back is against his chest, breathing heavily and desperate for more.

But tonight is not any other night.

He watches your face as you move, gripping your hips and letting his thumbs ride the curve of them. You kiss him hard, then soft, then hard again, nipping at his lip and pulling soft groans from his mouth. When your hips start to roll down into his, he tips his head back, baring his throat, and you don’t hesitate to duck your face against it, teeth closing around his pulse, sure to leave a mark.

He’s hard as a rock beneath you, cock straining against the laces of his pants, and he can feel you growing hotter, feel the heat growing all over you, concentrated more and more with every roll of your hips. “I need to feel you, mi amor,” he groans out. “Please.”

“Yes, yes,” you mumble, lifting enough to give yourself access to his pants, yanking at the leather laces holding them closed. He’s shocked you don’t tear right through the thick fabric, the desperation in your features and movements only making him want you more. “Yes.” You groan the word when you finally have him free of his confines, wasting no time, pumping his hard cock twice in your soft palm, leaning up on your knees and sinking down onto him. It steals the breath from his lungs, your name groaned off his lips as you kiss his face, lining the ridge of his scar with your affection.

You chase each other’s pleasure like that for hours. He sneaks a hand between you to rub at your nerves, drawing tight circles that make you gasp into his mouth. You go impossibly tight around him, bearing down on his cock, making stars burst behind his eyelids until he spills himself deep inside you. He tries to pull himself away, but you won’t let him, keeping him buried deep within you, forcing his eyes on yours, watching his face as he cums. It seems endless, the pleasure, roiling through your bodies like tidal waves on a beach, crashing over and over until both of you can scarcely breathe.

The sun is starting to break over the horizon by the time he carries you to the bedroom, holds you close and pulls the blankets over you both. Later, he’ll fill his pack, take his swords to Tomas in the village to have them sharpened, make sure his horse is suited for the journey. He’ll chart his path to his friend, slide into the saddle, and make his way, and every step he takes away from you, he knows his heart will feel heavier than the last.

That will all happen later. Now, he just needs to hold you.

You hadn’t expected it to be this hard, living without him.

You curse yourself, at first — you survived without him for so long, surely you can take a few weeks alone in your own home? But it seems impossible, right from the first night. The bed is too empty, the cottage too quiet. Soot seems to notice, more sullen than you’ve ever seen him, taking to lounging on Pero’s side of your bed, his meows and chirps much quieter than before. Even your horse is lonely, spending more of her days hiding in the shade than roaming the pasture.

A shadow casts itself over your life, and you know there’s only one thing that will remove it.

You’re tempted to send letters, to send Soot to find him in the mountains, but you know what he’ll say. Once the realization settled in that he was actually leaving, you tried to bargain, tried to prove yourself useful, that your magic could keep both him and William alive in their quest.

“You will be a distraction more than a help, amor,” Pero had answered, kissing your forehead and brushing past you as he gathered his things for the journey. “You are safer here, in our home.”

Our home.

The problem is, no matter how much magical potential is etched into the walls, now without the other half of you, it doesn’t feel like home, not by a long shot.

You spend more time in the village, finding yourself half asleep at the smithy’s kitchen table more often than not, Lena keeping your cup of wine filled and distracting you with stories. Their children are a blessing, both of them much more comfortable with you now, their faces excited when you arrive for dinner, both of them laughing with glee when you appear with pie for dessert. Lena tells you to stay whenever you like, often keeping you talking long into the night until it’s too dark for you to walk home by yourself, inviting you to spend the night in their spare bed. Even Soot is invited to stay, often spending his nights curled up with the children.

The trouble with wine, and the amount you find yourself drinking with Lena, is that it makes you hazy. Your mind heavy, you magic erratic, and your tongue loose. But, it’s an escape from your sadness, even just for a little while.

“Do you think he’ll come back to me, Lena?”

The woman barks a laugh, sipping her own cup, biting into one of the apples you’ve brought. “Whatever do you mean, sweet thing?”

“Pero,” you grumble, resting your arms on the tabletop, leaning forward and resting your head atop him. “I worry, day in and day out. Worry he’s dead, worry he’s alive and warming the bed of another woman.”

Lena reaches across the table and smacks you in the head. Hard.

“Ouch!”

“If you every say such a thing like that again, I’ll hit you harder,” she says, pointing a finger at you, a hard expression on her face. “That man loves you like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” She leans back in her chair, her face going wistful. “Where I come from, we have a name for that, you know. Love like yours.” She turns her head towards the back of the house, where Tomas had disappeared to bed hours ago. “Love like mine.”

She’s quiet for a moment, so you probe: “What do they call it?”

“Twin souls,” she answers, a happy smile on her face. “You carry a piece of him, and he you. You know each other better than anyone else, and when you finally meet, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”

You balk at her, remembering the feeling you had that first night with Pero Tovar, that beast in your chest that had been sated by his touch, that had retreated into the shadows of your heart while he was by your side, but now rose to the surface, angry and pacing like a hungry animal.

“He will come back to you,” Lena says, biting into the apple again. “I know it, and you know it, too.”

It seems as though the village starts to realize Pero is no longer with you. A few of the kinder faces in the village ask after him, nodding silently when you admit he’s gone to help a friend. To the more unkind ones, it makes you a bigger target.

Farrell uses it to his advantage. He’s worse than every before, cornering you on a daily basis, his shadow following you around the village, to the point where you can’t even bring your apples or pastries to the square anymore, not without him appearing out of nowhere, blocking your path and hurling insults.

“Why are you still here, bitch?”

“That man of yours, he finally figured out what you are, didn’t he? Left you to rot on your own.”

“You don’t belong here, witch.”

It’s endless. Darker, louder, sinking into the marrow of your bones and leaving you full of fear. It gets to the point where Lena and Tomas refuse to leave you alone in the village, keeping you in their home overnight not merely out of kindness, but necessity.

But you need to go home. After nearly a week straight spent with them, you wait for the perfect night. You wait until you see Farrell make his way into the tavern, peek through the window until you’re sure he’s drank enough to keep him at bay, and head quickly down the road that leads to the cottage, Soot at your heels. You don’t think you’ve ever walked the the path so quick, your steps nearly a run, your breaths heaving as you come round the bend and the cottage comes into view.

And you nearly fall to your knees.

The windows are broken, glass shattered everywhere you look. The door hangs on it’s hinges, bowed inward, marks that only could have been made by an axe marring the wood. Your heart climbs into your throat, and you fear for what awaits you inside. Soot lets out a mournful meow, but follows you dutifully towards your home.

Inside, it’s just as bad — no, worse. Every room is ransacked, furniture upended, your books scattered on the floors, pages torn and ripped to shreds. Your plates and cups shattered to pieces, candles broken and wax smeared on the floors. In the bedroom, it’s more of the same — your clothes ripped and strewn across the floor, Pero’s scattered amongst them. The bed is flipped on its side, blankets burned in some places, torn in others.

Everything you own, broken. Destroyed. Ripped to shreds.

“I thought I might find you here, witch,” a horribly familiar voice calls, pulling you out of your shock and sending you reeling in a new way. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place? I think it looks much better this way, don’t you?”

Farrell stands in the doorway, a drunk grin on his face, a large axe in his hand, leaned on his shoulder. Anger swells inside, and you go to surge forward, magic brewing in your gut, but—

—you can’t move.

The awful man gives you a dark grin that makes your blood boil. “You think you’re so clever, bitch, but I’ve outsmarted you this time. Done some research of my own, figured out how to stop you.” He juts his chin towards you, towards the floor.

You look down and see markings carved into the wooden planks. A perfect circle, runes you recognize, some you don’t, but as a whole, it’s all too familiar. You’ve seen it in your books, seen it used before to keep rogue witches from harming themselves, harming other people.

A holding circle.

“Fuck,” you grit out, hands curling into fists as your sides. “Let me go, Farrell.”

“Let you go?” he repeats, his tone nearly taunting. “Just like that? Oh no, I’ve got other things in mind for you, witch.” His eyes glitter in the dark, and Soot hisses loudly, the fur on his back standing up as Farrell steps closer. You flick your hand at the cat, pointing in the direction of the broken window.

“Go,” you hiss at the cat, and he blinks at you once before scurrying away, leaping through the window and into the night.

You look back, and Farrell is right in front of you. Another blink, and his hand flashes out, slapping you hard, hard enough that your teeth rattle in your skull and your head snaps to the side, cheek instantly singing with pain.

“Not so easy to heal yourself inside this, is it?” he quips, the sickening grin returning. He gets closer to you, and you want to retaliate, want to hit him, punch him, anything, but you can barely move. It’s the point of the circle, to weaken you. And he just keeps talking. “It’s a pity, really, that that man of yours isn’t here to watch me. But I’ll enjoy the show all the same, don’t you worry.”

“You don’t want to do this,” you tell him, gritting your teeth as the pain flares in your face. “He’ll come for you.”

Another slap is delivered, this one to your other cheek, and your head is ringing. And another sickening grin.

“I’d like to see him try.”

The battle ends with blood.

Pero is not surprised. He knew it would end this way. His swords in his hands, armour on his back, comrades by his side. Until he found you, he knew that was his lot, what he was destined for. Once he had you, he wondered if it would turn out different, if he’d live a long life by your side, if you’d grow old and grey together. Did witches age the same as mortal men? He’s still not sure, but he wondered.

But, it appears his lot as remained the same. Death by steel, what feels like a million miles away from you, his soul screaming at him to turn back, to go home.

William is the first to fall. He does not go willingly, which does not shock Pero by any stretch. Multiple knife wounds, an arrow through his knee, another through his side, but it’s the third through his chest that is the final blow. Pero can only watch as his friend falls to his knees, as blood pours from William’s mouth, as he says his final words before falling completely.

“I am sorry, my friend.”

Pero roars with rage, swings both swords wildly, striking down as many of the assailants as he can. More bodies fall, blood sprays, but he misses the smaller man lurking in the shadows. Misses him completely until he feels the blade buried in his gut, his entire body screaming with pain as he falls. He can feel the life pouring from his wounds, staining his clothes and armour and the ground beneath him.

Flat on his back, Pero Tovar stares up at the sky, his swords held loosely in his grip, and waits to die.

The assailants must think him a lost cause as any, because they leave off after taking the treasure William had been hunting. He hears them mutter in a tongue foreign from any Pero knows, sees their shadows lurk over him before they disappear completely.

He lies there, until the sun falls and the moon takes it’s place. He waits for the darkness to come, for his life to slip away like dust in the wind, waits to see what comes after this, what awaits a marred soul such as his.

The dark never comes. His eyes slip shut after a time, but not in death, only sleep. And when he wakes, he wakes, and find his body made whole. His wounds are closed, his breath strong, and for a moment, he scrambles, looking around, waiting to find you crouched beside him, your eyes bright with magic, ready to curse you for taking his pain again. But then he feels the aches in his bones, the simmered pain where the wounds had been, and he realizes, you’re not here.

You’re not, but the ring you had given him before he departed is. He feels it sitting heavy against his collar, the metal not warmed by his skin, but cool, as your hands had been when you healed him.

A bit of your magic, even here. Keeping him alive, keeping him whole. Helping him come back to you. Helping him stay true to what he swore. He can still hear your voice in his head.

“Come back to me.”

And he will. He must.

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