#i. ( int. ) the sight of his deeply blue eyes widening

[splitcrown]

(  @nikolacvnas  )     CONTINUED  FROM  X

              somehow, he takes her by surprise.   tatiana has always thought of herself as an early-riser —  she’s up before the rest of her family most days, and even all-night hospital rotations can’t throw her schedule too off   —   but her spontaneous company seems to have her beat.   he’s up with the sun…  if not a little before.    she pushes herself up on her arms, unconscious of her impressive bedhead, and blinks dumbly at him for a moment before sighing in the morning silence.

             ‘ i’m not offended… ’   really, she understands.  if he has to leave, he has to leave, though she wishes he’d leave his phone number first…   or at least his  n a m e ,  because god help her, she can’t remember it.   ‘ but you do realize you’re not wearing pants. ’  

          god, he is the worst person alive.   or, at least, that is what he thinks.   leaving so ridiculously early is likely to be a SIN in the world of sudden passions   (  after all, peridan has not once done this before   —   intimacy so...   unexpected  ).   the sun has barely faded from orange to its golden gleam, yet he is half-way across london from the place he should be.   and that’s being optimistic.

          ‘  i   —    uh.   sorry.  ’     now all he can do is FREEZE, a knee leaning slightly at the foot of the bed frame.     apologies arrive quick, quicker than the previous scurry around the beside in deep search of clothing.   though he doubts modesty means anything   —   not after they have shared the night together.     ‘  you don’t...   happen to know where they are, do you?  ’

[atiny-exol]

He doesn't care pt. 4

Pt1+Pt2.+Pt2 (alternative ending) +Pt.3

Pair: Demon! San x now Angel Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, strong language, it mentions y/n suicide

Don't like it? Then please don't read it.

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It was past midnight, not that you would care at all, time doesn't run out in heaven anyways.

3 months, 3 months are past since the last time you saw your ex-lover and predator. 3 months since you decided to end your life for a better one in heaven.

Heaven. Heaven feels like a place you could, and will, stay forever in. Everything is bright, you feel warm and loved from any other angel in this world.

It is different, way more different than the hell you lived in. But of course you would never dare to lay one step in this dangerous and dark place every again. Not after you met him.

Him. Eyes lovely and caring looking at you every time you pass near him. His warm hugs always comforting you when you thought about the horrible nights of rape and degradation again. He is perfect.

No he is more than perfect.

His name? Hongjoong. He is quiet small, soft blond locks and the prettiest brown eyes you ever saw. Nothing and you mean nothing would tear you two apart anymore.

Since the first day you arrived here, he was by your side, looking out for you and guiding you through the new world. Your new living.

After more and more time passed with you, you didn't even thought about San once more.

A deep sight left your mouth and you lightly opened your closed eyes again,looking at the bright white clouds laying around you.

,,I wish I could see how he feels right now." You mumbled, but instantly shook your head at your stupid thought.

Why would you care about him?

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3 months. 3 damn months his little angel is gone.

Gone, with nothing left behind, just a few blood stains on his floor and an empty body without a soul.

The last weeks were horrible for the demon. No one could change or brighten up his mood anymore. Even his best friend and right hand couldn't help him to get out of the deep hole of depression and darkness.

Never, he felt like that for someone. Never he felt this rough and hard pain in his chest after one of his victims disappeared.

He knows that he did something wrong. He knows that he fucked up too hard this time and that nothing would make him happy anymore.

,,San?", a loud deep voice echoed through the room and the said man looked up from the spot he fixed the whole time.

,,What do you want Seonghwa. Is it important? When not, leave me alone." the demon said coldy and looked away again, not wanting to face his friend int he current state he is in.

,,I think our visitor has a big surprise for you."

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,,What do you mean he is gone Mina? He would have told me when he has a mission down on earth!"

,,Listen Y/N. I know that it shocks you and that you miss him. That you are tired and sad that he didn't even say goodbye, but sometimes it goes like that.", Mina, another brightly smiling and friendly angel, with the ability to read the emotions of people, tried to cheer you up.

The only thing you can do is to nod at her statement and turn around to leave the room and go to your favorite spot again.

Waiting for Hongjoong to come back.

As soon as you arrived the place, you sit down on the white clouds, who felt like the softes pillow you can imagine.

You knew this spot, because of Hongjoong. Of course you knew it from him. He showed you everything, he made your life better again.

He once said that, if he has to leave you alone, if he isn't there and you feel lonely or scared you should visit this place. It will help you to calm down. And yes, he was right about that.

Gently you layed down and your head on another fluffy white cloud, before you slowly closed your eyes.

Not realizing that a dark shadow hovers over your sweet shiny halo.

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,,You are sure that we can trust him?", San asked but in reality, not even a no from Seonghwa could change his mind anymore.

,,I'm sure San. Don't worry I know him for.. Quite a long time." Seonghwa said with a devilish smile and layed his hand on sans shoulder. ,,And don't forget that..-"

He slowly bents down to the younger male, while he continued. ,,He is under my control. I can do everything I want. Just with a snap of my fingers."

,,You are worse than the devil himself. Seonghwa."

,,No don't say that." he older said with a small chuckle and went to the guest who arrived earlier, slowly laying both of his hands on his shoulder, leaning down to his ear and chuckling darkly again.

,,I'm just mischievously. Or not Hongjoong?"

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After a while of dosing around and softly sleeping, you opened your eyes again, this time clearly seeing the dark shadow staying over you.

Your eyes widen, and you immediately stand up with your heart beating harshly in your chest.

A dark shadow, means that a demon is near this area and the fear that it might be San made you feel uneasy.

The white wings on your back stiften as you heard a small chuckle, but then you turned around you just saw a tall, handsome man. Eyes shining red and teeth as sharp as a knife.

The look was horrifying for you and you rapidly backed away from the creature.

,,Hey hey little angel don't worry, don't worry. I won't hurt you just just have to come with me~" he said darkly, his raspy voice luring your into a trap.

,,G.. Go go away! It's forbidden for you to enter heaven!"

,,You know how much I care about rules?"

Just in the moment he wants to attack you, a smaller male pushed him away and stands infront of you.

Hongjoong.

,,My angel said stay away. If you won't respect the bondaries and rules you will die here. Don't forget that demon this is not your place." he shouted over to the hell creature and as soon as Hongjoong eyes went in a deep blue color the demon disappeared.

Tears over tears streamed down your face, but you instantly claimed down as you felt how the angel wrapped his arms and wings tightly around you. Your felt yourself more and more tired with each second, but you trusted him.

,,Thank you Hongjoong." you mumbled. ,,I love you"

You trusted him with your heart as you let yourself fall asleep in his arms. In the arms of the person you loved the most.

Not knowing that his once so white wings turned black as he disappeared with you to a place, you never want to see again.

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,,Angel. Come on Angel wake up."

You heard a deep soothing voice near your ear and just as you opened you eyes, you identified the voice.

A scream out of horror is heard through the room as he you saw the demon stand infront of the bed you laying in, his hands slipped in his pockets and a smirk laying on his face.

,,Why are you screaming like that angel hm?" he said and walked closer to you. This move let you crawl away from him and shake in fear. Just thinking about him amde you sick and now you are trapped by him again?

,,G.. Go away! I- t.. This this is just a nightmare. Just a nightmare don't worry Y/N." you said quietly just for yourself, but San heard it anyway.

,,A nightmare? Oh come on my sweet little angel do you really want to hurt me like that?"

,,S...stay away! Hongjoong please! " you desperately screamed for him, for the one who would always save you. The one who loved you just as much as you love him.

,,Hongjoong? Oh Angel." the loud laughing of the demon sent chills down your back and you couldn't understand what is funny about that, not before the door opened and Hongjoong entered the room.

His white wings no longer having the bright white color, but a dark black. His eyes doesn't shine anymore, they are dull and black, no longer showing his friendly aura.

,,Here he is angel. Your sweet little lover!"

,,W.. What did.. What did you do to him?" another loud laughing echoed through the room, before you heard the former angel giggling at your question.

To your surprise it wasn't San who answered your question.

,,What he did to me? Nothing Y/N. I was always like that. I hated heaven you know? I hated the rules, the friendly angels I hated all of that and then I met someone who promised to pull me out of this world." he sighed deeply and looked in your eyes, now smiling as he realized how broken and teary your eyes look like.

,,The plan was to lull you into trusting me and then bring you back to where you really belong. To his side. Y/N. I just did you a favor."

,,A.. A favor! Are you kidding me? All the words.. The whole time, the affection all of this was.. A.. A.. Lie-" your voice breaks on the end, tears escaping your eyes and run down your cheeks, blocking your view so you couldn't see the cruel smile on the lips of both males.

,,I thought you love me!". ,,Oh really? I never did."

If your heart didn't break a few seconds ago, you would swear that you heard how it breaks right now. Sobs after sobs came out of you and you didn't even know what to say anymore.

He lied to you, he used you. He lurred you into a trap, a life you wanted to run away from, a man you wanted to run away from.

,,See angel I told you the world is dangerous. Everyone is lying to you."

You felt how the mattress slowly dipped down as San sits down next you. Immediately you tried to back away but the demon already had his arms tightly around your shaking figure.

,,Everyone is lying even an angel. You can't trust anyone. Not even yourself angel." he leaned down to your ear and whispered.

,,But don't worry. When you disappeared I realized how much I need you and I would never betray you angel. I would never."

His voice was so soothing and deep, you struggled but couldn't escape, as he whispered more and more sweet nothings in your ear, using his powers to manipulate you.

,,I care about you. I love you."

Your heart is broken, your felt betrayed and angry. If it wouldn't be for San you would throw a tantrum right now and destroy things, but you felt how all your powers slipped out of you with every new word he says to you.

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2 weeks are passed since San can hold his queen back in his arms.

And 2 weeks passed since the love of your life betrayed you and handed you out to a man you hate the most.

Since this day you never were the same anymore, your eyes are dull, your halo didn't shine that bright anymore and your wings slowly turned grey.

Sans love for you is twisted, sick and you couldn't escape it anymore. No, you can never escape him.

San would always win over you. He is a demon after all.

A demon with the ability to control your mind and to make you a living doll, he can praise and treat like a queen the whole time.

That's what you are, a liveless doll.

,,Angel. Even if I love your wings they don't suit you."

With a emotionless expression you looked up from the spot you fixed before and tilted your head to the side, your voice nothing more than a whisper as you answered him.

,,What do you mean? "

,,Like I said they don't suit you and your new lifestyle. We should cut them off."San said with a devilish smile.

,,I think that would be a good punishment for running away hm? You didn't think you don't get one right? "

You softly shake your head, not even caring about the thing he said.

You just behaved like he wants you to behave.

You just live to make him happy.

And the only way he is happy, is with you as his lovely, submissive queen on his side.

,,No master. Of course I deserve a punishment."

[gone-cotta]

It’s Okay to be Broken Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Abusive parents, cussing

Hey,  you also have a brother in this :)

Requested: NOPE, but I would appreciate requests since I LITERALLY HAVE NO BRAIN AND CAN’T COME UP WITH GOOD IDEAS (note: this is my idea, I’m not taking someone else’s, its just based on my personal life and I think its kinda crappy)

Summary: Richie’s parents aren’t the best...everyone in the Loser’s club knows that. You find yourself an outlet for his rage, a way for him to voice his thoughts, opinions, and rant about them. You don’t mind at all. In fact, you find it strangely nice in a way to be alone with this boy, the real Richie. The one who isn’t contantly making innaproptirate jokes and trying to show off. However, he catches something going on in your life that makes him wonder; Why had he told you so much when you haven’t brought up your issues?

You found yourself with alone with Richie again, watching the sun set from the edge of the quarry. The two of you had spent many days like this, talking through personal issues, confiding in each other to keep the secret.

Today, it was yet another of Richie’s dilemmas. His father, a man of 40 who possesed a commanding aura, had kicked Richie out for the day, again. The boy had arrived at the quarry with the rest of the other Losers, a frustrated grimace on his face. But as soon as he came within a few feet of them, he put on his mask.

Richie Tozier had on a mask. An ‘Its-Okay-I’m-Alright’ type of mask that he wore almost every moment of every day. The mask that joked, laughed, and teased. Nobody knew the boy under the mask. Nobody except you. 

You two sat on the thick trunk of a fallen tree, one arm around Richie’s shoulder, as the boy leaned into you. You were both silent, looking out over the edge of the quarry at the calm water below. Richie’s hair was ruffled and damp from swimming earlier, looking as fluffy as ever. You inhaled deeply, taking in the surroundings. 

“I just don’t get it. Why would they decide to have a kid, and then treat me like this?” Richie groaned, and you sighed. 

“Bad things happen to good people all the time, Rich. It sucks ass, but in the end, we all find a way to deal with it” you murmur, and close you eyes. The boy grumbled something under his breath before falling silent once more. Today had been particularly rough for him, and you knew it would be best to let him get out what he had to say. You said nothing.

A sudden breeze whisked across the clifftop, and you drew your arm away from Richie to grab your sweater, which lay discarded beside you. You wrapped it around yourself, glancing around. 

“How late is it Richie?” you asked, and the boy glanced at his watch. 

“Uhhh...7:43 I think” He said, blue eyes flickering down to his pale wrist. You cursed, standing up and brushing yourself off. 

“Shit. I’m supposed to be home by 8″ You groaned, and Richie glanced up at you. 

“Are you gonna get in trouble?” He asked warily, and you nodded before catching sight of his face. A troubled expression had found its way onto his face, his eyes dark behind the smudged lenses of his glasses.

“Nothing serious, nothing serious!” You amended. “What about you? Are you able to get home by now?” 

While you knew most everything that went on in the bespectacled boy’s life, he knew close to nothing about yours. He knew you had strict parents, who would get you int trouble and were fiercely ‘overprotective’, as you liked to say. But other than that, most of your evening together were spent talking about him. It was nice, and you didn’t mind it the slightest. You just thought that Richie had enough going on without worrying about your issues.

“Yeah. If not, I’ll go to Ed’s house or something. Maybe if I’m gone until tomorrow my dad will forget he was mad at me at all” Richie said with a bitter laugh, and you groaned, shaking your head at the boy. 

“’Chee, things will get better alright? I’ll make sure of it” You comforted, and the pair of you began through the undergrowth, towards the area where the ended. Scuffing the dry earth with the toe of your sneaker, you pushed passed the thick trees. Emerging into the clearing, you looked back at Richie.

The lanky boy shot you a half-grin, turning towards Jackson Street where he would turn onto Wickham Road, on his way home. “See you tomorrow, Y/n!” He called, and you smiled. “Thanks for...today...making me feel better” 

“No problem Richie. I don’t mind it” you reply, as the boy begins to disappear into the darkening night. You turn around just as his voice echoes out of the dark one last time. The faint echo of Richie’s laughter.

“Maybe tomorrow you can meke me feel even better...” 

You rolled you eyes at the flirty remark, and it was only later as you walked the dark, deserted streets of Derry, that you realized he had once again put on his mask.

~

“Y/n, howabout you actually help out?” Your father said sharply, as you stuggled to fold a large sheet. You huffed in annoyance, before throwing the sheet back into the basket in frustration.

“Wha-What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, wide eyes and a voice filled with quiet anger. 

“I can’t fold it! I can’t! It’s 4 times my size, and not even my sheet” You said, and your father got closer. You had been folding laundry on the table for the past 2 hours, and your legs ached from standing, putting you in an awful mood. Your father however, didn’t seem to understand.

“So I’ll teach you how” He said, cutting across you with a thick arm to snatch the sheet. You groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “Come on. Grab that end, now” He said, and you loosely held the end.

Later, after finishing your entire basket of laundry you turned back to your dad. “I’m done. Can I go sit down now?” You asked, gesturing to the array of clothes folded in the counter in front of you. Your dad scoffed, turning to you as he set a folded shirt down in the neat pile he had created.

“No way. You’ve barely done anything. We’ve done all the work” He said, and your brother looked at your from beside him with wide eyes. He shrugged his shoulders in a helpless sort of gesture, and you gaped at your dad.

“What? I did an entire basket!” You exclaim, eyes wide. 

“So? Start helping”

You turned furiously to the nearly empty basket they were working on, and your dad handed you a sheet. You fumbled with it for a minute, struggling as you tried to hold back tears of anger and weariness.

“I can’t! I’ve been working since 10:50. It’s almost 2:00, and I’ve been standing the whole time” You burst out, as the sheet grew into a small messy ball in your hands. Your dad turned to face you. “And? Look at your brother, he’s doing his work! Why can’t you be more like him” Your father grumbled, taking a step closer.

“Well, he was literally sitting down and playing 30 minutes ago! I’ve been standing the past, like, 3 hours folding these damn clothes” You burst out, unable to contain your frustration. Your dad turned to you with a livid look etched upon his face. 

“He’s two years younger than you Y/N! I’ve said it a million times!” He said, and dropped the pair of jeans he was holding ont othe counter to take a step towards you. You took a deep breath.

“You’ve been saying that forever. When I was his age, I had to do all the same stuff I’m doing now, and he was doing less and less”

Your dad slammed a fist down on the counter, and your brother flinched from behind him. You, however, held his angry gaze with equally upset eyes. “Watch how you talk to me. Show some respect” he growled in a low voice.

“respect? You literally treat me like dirt half the time I’m at home! Why do I need to treat someone with respect, when they don’t respect me?” You said, before your father moved forwards suddenly so his face was inches from your own.

You moved backwards slightly as he yelled at you, spit flying from his mouth. “fuck. I’m your dad, Y/n, not your friend. You can’t talk to me like that. I give you whatever you want. Whenever you want to hang out with your friends at the quarry, I say yes. I give you money to go eat ice cream with Bev and the other girls-”

“Boys, Dad. The others are all boys. Me and Beverly are the only two girls” You cut across him. You knew you would get in trouble for this, and in doin so you would be able to prove a point. 

Your father froze, his eyes blank. He looked as if you had slapped him, before his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You heard me”

“So you’ve been lying this whole time?” He hissed, his face growing redder by the second. 

“It’s not lying if you never asked. And if I had told you, you wouldn’t have let me hang out with them” You added, before stepping back.

“You’re DAMN right! Now, you need to start talking in a respectful tone before-”

“I’ll start treating you with respect when you start acting like my parent”

Silence. Like the calm before a storm. You stood defiantly, chin tilted up as you stared at your father with blazing eyes. He seemed to not know what to do for a moment, but then changed, a look unlike any other appearing on his face.

“Go to your room. Now. I’m getting the belt” 

“What? No!”

You backed up, and your father reached to his shorts to start undoing the brown leather belt he wore. Your eyes widened. Not again.

“Y/n. Now. You need to learn how to treat me with respect” he said in a frighteningly calm voice, pulling the belt through the last loop and examining it in his rough hands.

“No!” You let out a scream, before turning and running through the door. Running through the hall, you reached your bedroom and grabbed your bag. It was a small pink backpack, succeeding in cuteness more than than storage, but you kept your most important belongings in it. Wallet, keys, and other small emergency items.

Grabbing it, you threw it over one shoulder before you heard your fathers angry steps echoing through the hall. You ran over to the door, slamming it and flipping the small chain lock. A second later, you flinched backwards as he began pounding on the door, shaking the walls.

“Y/n. Let me in. It only gets worse for you” He yelled, and you felt your eyes well with tears, taking steps back.

You shouldn’t be scared of upsetting them. You shouldn’t be scared of them going through your things. You shouldn’t feel like you’re trapped and wanting to go home while you’re sitting in my living room. You shouldn’t be like this. 

Sliding against the opposite wall, you curled into a small ball on the floor. Sobs began to shake your body. You let out a hollow scream as he pounded the door, and a sharp crack sounded. A small metal screw, presumably one of the ones holding the lock in place, landed a few feet from you. 

“Sto-STOP!!” You yelled as the pounding continued, relentless. Just when you feared he would get in, he stopped. 

“Who’s there?” He yelled, voice sharp. You shook as you heard a distant yell from downstairs, and a moment later your fathers footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs.

“Who the hell are you?” 

The reply sounded muffled. Or maybe your father pounding on the door had just made it seem quiet in comparison. Whoever it was, you were certain it would only cause more trouble for you. Stepping up carefully, you made sure to step slowly and quietly through the room. You had memorized which floorboards creaked a long time ago, after your parents had developed a habit of sending you to bed without dinner. That way, you could go downstairs during the night to take food from the cupboards.

Yes, you had numerous hiding spots for food scattered around the house; Behind the thick blankets in the closet, under the TV cabinet...even under your bed you kept a small cardboard box which you occasionally refilled with snacks. It wasn’t often that they did this, but it was often enough that you were prepared. Plus, if the floorboards creaked, you wouldn’t be able to hangout with the Losers psat curfew or go to sleepovers.

Peering out the hallway and looking downstairs, you caught sight of Richie, standing with a furious look on his pale face.

“What the fuck is going on?” you heard him yell. “Where’s Y/n?”

He looked up towards the entrace to the stairs, and you knew he had seen you. You made a quick motion for him to be quiet, hoping the boy would stay quiet for a minute.

“She’s in trouble. Now’s not a good time” Your father said gruffly, and made to grab Richie. The boy ducked quickly, and caught a glance at the belt which your father had attempted to hide behind his back. 

“You--you--” he stammered, and you let out an audible gasp. Your dad turned to look at you, and when you met his eyes...

He had a look of such rage in his eyes. “Go back to your room, Y/n. Now” He snapped. He used the voice he used whenever you were in trouble and your friends were near. Your chest heaving, you took a breath to attempt and calm yourself. 

“No”

Stepping down the stairs, you jumped the last few steps, running to Richie and taking his hand. “What?” Your father said menacingly, beginning to advance. He would continue, whether or not Richie was there.

“I said No!” You screeched, and took a few steps back, pulling Richie with you. The boy had a look of pure shock on his face, and you thought that if you hadn’t been pulling him he probably would be standing still.

“Get away from me!” You let out one last screech at your dad, before he lunged towards you sharply. You yanked Richie back, before turning to the open door. Stumbling, he followed, and you quite literally slipped through your fathers arms. 

He missed you by a literal second. Arms extendeded, he brushed your arm and you shivered. It was like time had slowed. His nail grazed your arm, but despite the sting you held onto Richie. He let out a bellow of rage, and you took off, Richie in tow.

You don’t look back until you reach the quarry.

Gasping and panting, you two stopped by the edge. You turned around, expecting to see him standing there, chasing and yelling at you. But he wasn’t. He was gone, and you knew you weren’t going back.

What were you going to do? You might be able to stay with Beverly. She was now living with her Aunt, who had since moved into her house with her. Her father was in Shawshank Prison, and Bev was happier than ever. You’d ask her later, since the Losers were all meeting up anyways for a movie. As you pondered what you would say, Richie’s voice sounded, tugging you back to reality.

“Okay, pardon my French, but what the fuck is going on”

~

“And then you got there, and you saw what happened. How did you get in, anyways?” You finished explaining what had happened to Richie. He sat in silence, hanging onto every word you spoke, eyes dark. You swallowed nervously, barely brave enough to look at him after all you had just told.

“Your brother let me in, but does that fucking matter? How long had this been going on?” He asked in a carefully steady voice. 

“...honestly, I can’t remember. But, it’s over now, so it’s alright” You said, attempting to smile. The wind whisked through the branches overhead, but other than that, there was silence.

“This-This whole time you’ve been listening to me. My problems. But you’ve had a whole word of your own. You listen to me talk about my parents hitting me, or kicking me out, while yours have been doing similar things. How has this never come up, Y/n?” Richie asked, his voice taunt with emotion. You inhaled shakily. It was evident that Richie was worried, upset even. His face was paler than usual, and his eyes were blank. Instead of the constant fidgeting, he was still, holding your gaze.

“I-I...I guess I didn’t want you to worry” You choked out after a minute. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well...you already had enough to worry about. And the others...I don’t talk to them about this kind of stuff too often so..I dunno I just-” You began to feel tears welling in your eyes, and Richie’s gaze softened. 

“Y/n...” he murmured, before wrapping you in a hug. 

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that, but it felt like it could have been forever. You almost wish it had been. With Richie’s hands, one on your back and the other near your waist, you felt warm despite the cool breeze. Your hands looped over his shoudlers, reaching to clasp each other behind his back. His head rested against yours, his curly hair brushing your forehead and ear.

You were certain he felt the tear that rolled down your cheek.

Pulling away, you gazed at Richie with watery eyes, contrasting the small smile playing your lips. The boy gazed at you with an unreadable expression, before reaching for you again and pulling you into a kiss.

His lips were surpisingly soft. He tasted like cigarettes and airheads, an odd but utterly intoxicating combination. Pulling closer to him, you wrapped your hands around his neck, where they buried themselves into his dark, tangled halo of curls.

Smiling against his lips, you pulled away, gazing up at Richie. “Promise me you’ll tell me if something like that ever happens again?” he mumbled, and you nodded, though you had no intention of ever going back.

“Of course” came your soft response, and Richie smiled a genuine smile. A ray of light shining through a broken person. 

“Good” he said, before pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose. You let out a soft laugh, before wiping your damp cheek with your hand, ridding yourself of the remnants of your tears.

You two stayed close for a few more minutes, blissfully peaceful, happy even, as you stared through the bushes at the calm water below, which reflected the midday sunlight. 

A bird called from a nearby tree, its warbling lightly echoing the deserted area. Perhaps it was a dove, you thought, as you watched it fly away, loosening the leaves of the Birch tree where it had perched. You would have to ask Stan later. If the bird did one thing, it pulled you out of the small trance you had been in. 

“Come on Richie” You said softly, and grabbed his hand. He smiled at your sudden action. “We’re gonna be late to see the others. They’re gonna suspect somethings up if we take too long” You pulled him along softly, and youu two began to walk, fingers intertwined, shoulders brushing.

You may have been broken, but two broken halves make a whole.

[sanderssidecanons]

Title: A deal

Words: 1906

Pairings: None

Warnings: Violence, gore, vomiting, if I missed anything please tell me

Additional Info: Insane! Sides

Logan was walking through the hallways, thinking about the previous days he experienced in the mind-palace. Everything was pure chaos, every single side was acting unusual, Virgil didn't come out of his room once, Logan even thought that the anxious trait already starved in there, yet another way of suicide that was completely new to the logical trait, guaranteed a way to die Virgil never chose, yet alone of the long way of waiting and suffering that goes along with it. 

Logan sighed, shaking his head slightly and looking around in the hallway before continuing his way, taking deep breaths as he tried to ground himself. He had to remember, to keep the conversation with Virgil in his memories. Virgil was right, it wasn't like him to be enslaved by insanity and yet here he was corrupted to the core with no way of saving him. He will never be pure again, he honestly didn't even know why Virgil came especially to him for help. 

Logan bit his lip, his fangs piercing his skin but causing no blood to flow as he thought about everything Virgil said, tilting his head in thought. The anxious trait was calmer than usual, he certainly wasn't afraid to confront the logical trait, even though Logan killed Virgil just as many times as Patton and Roman did. Maybe even more times, and still trusted the anxious trait him. Logan simply couldn't wrap his head around it, the whole situation being completely and utterly illogical to him. It just didn't make any sense for Virgil to come to HIM for any help, since he was the first side getting corrupted AND drank his essence on multiple occasions.

 Logan shook his head again, suddenly stopping as he heard a familiar voice speaking in a foreign language.

 „Guten Tag.“

 Logan narrowed his eyes, turning around and facing Deceit, hanging upside down from the ceiling while sitting on the ceiling like a frog. It would be impossible for the villainous trait to stay on the ceiling, but he could hold his position anyway, how nobody knew. Something was with his hands and feet, something the other sides didn't have. Logan clicked with his tongue, smirking slightly as he answered: „Your german won't cause any mercy to bloom inside of me. Points for effort though.“ Deceit grinned, showing his viper-teeth, while he tilted his head so far it was no longer upside-down but the way a head usually was when you were not hanging from the ceiling.

 „Come on. Thhhrow me a bone here. I didn't do anythhing wrong.“ Logan rolled slightly with his eyes as he countered: „That's a lie.“ Logan didn't bat an eye, even as all of the dozen eyes from Deceit were glaring directly at him, white pupils almost shining from the poison Deceit wanted to throw at him, while the villainous trait himself still maintained his smile. „Anyway, assss I wasss sssaying. I have a little deal for you... And I won't be very happy if you wouldn't acccept it.“ Logan scrunched his eyebrows together, continuing to glare at Deceit, even though the logical trait was never exactly sure at which eye to glare.

 „What do you want?!“ Snarled Logan, sparks almost shooting out of his glasses. He was certainly not happy with the villainous trait, but his wrath would only be higher if he knew that he eavesdropped on Logan and Virgil talking to each other in the logical trait's laboratory. „I sssuggest you to ssstay away from Virgil for thhhe time being. You are cooperating withhh ssssome rathhher... unwanted busssssinesss.“ Logan bared his teeth as he contered: „I don't remember making my business your responsibility Deceit. And now shut your lying mouth and crawl away, I won't talk to you anymore.“

 This was certainly not what Deceit wanted to hear as Logan froze at the next words: „You got tenssssecondsss.“ The villainous trait began countin slowly, leaving Virgil enough time to run a little distance, plan's already forming in his head but unable to start any of those as Logan suddenly heard: „FIVE, I LIED!“ Followed by maniac laughter looked Logan back, surprised to see Deceit crawling on the ceiling in an insane speed, jumping from said ceiling and landing boots first on Logan's back, pinning him on the ground, but the logical trait was having none of that as he turned on the floor, leaving Deceat pinned down. Logan reeled back and punched the villainous trait right under the eye, Deceit hissing in pain as he snarled:

 „Watch for thhhhe eye you hooligan!“ Deceit opened his mouth as far as a snake, revealing sharp little fangs and Logan could only scream as the villainous trait practically broke his back to bite into Logan's shoulder, the logical trait completely forgetting that pinning Deceit down was almost useless. Deceit took advantage of Logan's stunned shock as he turned yet again to pin the logical trait on the ground, only for Logan to ram his knee into the abdomen of Deceit, who groaned in pain, giving Logan enough time to kick him in the face and sending him flying back a few feet, the villainous trait landing painfully on his back, knocking the air out of him.

 Logan snarled, his insane powers finally paying off as he dashed towards Deceit, made a high jump and landed with his feet on Deceits chest, a loud cracking audible next to the loud scream of the villainous trait, who howled in pain, trying to wriggle away, but the feeling of being trapped under Logan's shoe settling in. Logan screeched in a too high tone for a normal human being as he used his claws to slash at Deceit, the villainous trait screaming even louder as Logan slashed through multiple eyes on his face, including his original right eye. All of them were leaking black liquid that wasn't insanity, the gash on his face too big and to painful for him to open his eyes That was it. This took the cake. 

Attacking Deceit was one thing, but rendering his eyes useless was just too much! He was almost eighty percent eyes, he needed every single one of them. Deceit growled and screeched in anger, two new arms pushing Logan away who huffed in surprise, quickly landing on his feet to see what just stopped him from killing the villainous trait. He couldn't believe what he saw. Deceit used his insanity to grew two more arms, the new limbs leaking with insanity, clearly not meant to stay for long. 

Logan wanted to start another attack, but the villainous trait sprinted towards him, ramming all of his four fists in Logan's face, his nose cracking under the pressure and blood flowing down like a waterfall, the logical trait howling in pain as he was flying backwards. He tried to slow his fall with clawing on the walls, but he was too fast and flew down the stairs, crashing into the wall right next to the door, eyes drooping and unconsciousness spreading in his body, black slowly spreading in his eyesight. Logan smirked slighty, spitting some blood and insanity on the ground, smirking slightly as he saw Deceit crawling down the stairs, being significantly slower than usual, clearly in pain. 

He waited until Deceit was standing right in front of him, before he talked: „You won that one... but one wrong look towards Virgil and you're dead meat.“ Deceit smiled widely, his unhurt eyes widening as he answered: „It'sssss a deal.“ Logan closed his eyes after that, finally going to sleep after a long time of torturing his mind for so long. He lost, but he certainly won't leave it like that.

Virgil was glad he took that little trip inside of the library where all of Thomas' memories were stored, the peace and quiet and happy memories certainly soothing the anxious trait in a way he didn't experience in a long time. He especially watched the early childhood days of Thomas, where everyone was just a little worm living their merry life and the most recent memories before the corruption, where they made all of this videos together, the anxious trait tearing up once again just at the mere thought crossing his mind. 

He sniffled slighty, wiping his eyes and smiling at all the happy memories. If his plan worked, it could maybe return to the old days, it would be the same and Insanity would be nothing but a nightmare, just a bad memorie they tried to forget. Oh, if it was that easy. Virgil opened his door, surprised as he found it unlocked, remembering clearly that he did in fact lock the door. His door was locked all the time, so Patton wouldn't come in to drag him to some of the murderous games he didn't want to play. He peeked suspiciously inside, spotting a big chest on his purple rug, raising an eyebrow at the sight.

 The anxious trait didn't know how long this chest was standing there, but it was certainly for at least a few days, considering that Virgil took a few snacks and spent days int he library, just hiding and remembering everything. He read the little note attached to the chest and frowned deeply as he read the scribbly handwriting.  'A gift from me to you -Deceit“ Virgil was afraid to open it, not sure if he really should, but curiosity winning the best of him. He grabbed it and slowly opened the chest, the smell almost knocking all the air out of him as Virgil coughed, overwhelmed by the strong scent radiating from inside the chest.

 Virgil peeked inside, heart stopping at the sight he saw. It was Logan, well, what remained of Logan. He was stuffed in this chest, being that it was much too small for him, and left there for at least a few days until he suffocated in the locked chest. His face was blue due to the lack of oxygen, his mouth opened but dried out, his flesh already rotting, cockroaches crawling inside and out of his body,digging through organs and skin.

 They already chewed all the skin off of his left arm, the bone clearly visible next to the purple and blue flesh. Some flies through towards Virgil, who quickly swatted them away, eyes tearing up, not out of melancholy but of pure grief, suddenly realizing what he did with spending days in the library without returning. Logan had to be in his room for days. Maybe Virgil could have saved him. A cockroach was crawling out of Logan's mouth and Virgil slammed a hand on his mouth, the feeling in his stomach too much as he threw up right next to the chest, everything spinning and robbing every little sense inside of him.

 „I'm sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry.“ whimpered Virgil as he closed the chest, crying for a few hours over Logan's rotting body, not care if he will return, but out of simple shock for losing him like that. And one of the worst parts was, that he didn't knew if Logan would come back like he was, or already corrupted to the core. If it was the second possibility, he would have to get him back once again. But he would do it. For Logan. „I'm so sorry Logan...“  

[puppetwritings]

Pinwheel || Seokmin || Oneshot

Word Count: 2184

Genre: fluff (?), angst (?)

Summary: Sometimes life gets in the way and you have to grow up. Sometimes you lose things but sometimes, you’ll get them back. Even if it’s a long way into the future. Based off of Seventeen’s Pinwheel

You rushed out of your room, nearly slipping on the carpeted floor as you flung yourself to the door before you paused to shove your feet into your shoes. You glanced at the umbrella stand and frowned. There were two umbrellas but there was something missing.

“Sooah! Sooah, are you still here? Sooah!

Your roommate poked her head out of her bedroom, a frown on her face. “What?”

“In the umbrella stand,” you pointed back at it a bit frantically. “Where’s the pinwheel?”

“The pinwheel?”

You nodded.

“That old thing?”

You nodded again.

“I threw it out.”

Your eyes bulged and you went over to her room, your hand slapping against the doorframe. “What?!” you shrieked. “Why would you do that?!”

Sooah looked up at you callously. “Why do you need that old thing around anyway? It’s just taking up space.”

“I-it’s in the umbrella stand! How’s that taking up space? A-and it’s for the aesthetic! Don’t you think a pinwheel in an umbrella stand is a nice aesthetic?”

Your roommate finished off her makeup and sighed, picking up her backpack. “It’s a waste of space, Y/N.”

You frowned and then turned, stomping after her. “Where’d you throw it?”

“The trashcan. I took the trash out already.”

You stared at her, horrified, and dashed out, ignoring the fact that you had forgotten your umbrella.

You ran towards the elevator and waited, got in, exited as soon as it reached the bottom floor, and dashed out back to where the trash was disposed. You came to a stop, your heart sinking as the first droplets of rain fell onto the top of your head. The garbage truck had already come.

You bit your lower lip, your eyes beginning to sting. You walked towards the large container carefully and looked around and then inside of it. There wasn’t a bag in sight. You let out a defeated sigh and wiped the tears from your eyes, the rain taking its place. You looked around once more before turning and headed towards the bus stop.

At the bus stop, neighbors and others boarding the bus looked at you curiously. You were wet already from the small walk, the rain having come down harder while you were making your way over. Your hair that had been tied up, swung into the back of your neck and stayed unless you moved it aside. Your glasses had fogged from the walk and the mixture of the cold your surroundings and the heat of your body. You sighed, pulling them off and wiping them a little before pushing them back onto your nose.

The bus pulled up and you waited behind everyone to get on. You glanced to your left and through the mist of rain, you thought you someone that you knew. You pulled away from the line and ran towards the person, your hand reaching out and grabbing the man’s arm. He turned around. Your smile faded, replaced by sheepish embarrassment.

“Sorry…I thought you were someone I knew.”

The man pulled his arm away, giving you a weird look, before he walked off.

You sighed and the sound of the bus pulling away brought you back to attention. Your eyes widened and you rain towards the bus, only to find that it had already pulled out of its parking and was headed down the street. You stared after it, dumbstruck, and groaned, sinking to the ground as fresh tears filled you.

“What’s wrong with me today…”

You sniffled, pushing the tears aside again and walked back under the shelter of the bus stop. You sighed, pushing the loose pieces of hair away from your face and looked around. You weren’t in the mood to go to classes right now and face your obnoxious professors. You glanced down at the watch around your wrist and turned longing back to your apartment. You looked around once more, as if waiting for someone to step up and stop you, and you turned and walked back to your apartment.

You got into the elevator, pushed floor number three, and stood against the elevator wall as you waited for it to take you to your floor. Once you were there, you left the puddle in the elevator and walked to your home. You pulled out your keys, inserted it, turned, and stepped in. You looked at the umbrella stand helplessly, willing the pinwheel to return to its spot, but it wasn’t there. Instead, another umbrella was gone. Sooah had left for her classes.

You dropped your keys down into the small dish, kicked off your wet shoes, and dragged yourself into the living room. You pulled off your sweater, dropped it on the floor, and laid back. Your eyes were focused on the ceiling. You felt like crying.

You closed your eyes tight shut, putting your arm over your eyes and ignored the churning sensation and focused on the rain outside. You bit down on your lower lip, refusing to let even the slightest of tears slip out. You turned onto your side, your fingers brushing against the fluffy rug and you sighed, staring at a picture of you and a group of friends that sat on the television stand.

“I miss you…”

You groaned and turned back onto your back, kicking the air in frustration. You sat back up and turned back to the picture on the television stand. You marched over to it and lifted it up, glaring at the picture. Your fingers brushing over one particular person and you felt the tears jump back to your eyes. Your eyes trailed to the background of the picture and your lips pressed into a determined line. Well, it wasn’t like you were going to do anything else today.

You picked up your sweater, threw it into your laundry basket, pulled out another sweater, slipped it on, shoved your feet back into your shoes, grabbed an umbrella, and left your apartment.

The rain had faded by the time you arrived at your old high school. The cold wind brushed against your cheek, bringing back faded memories. You felt warm despite the weather. Your shoes splashed through the puddles the rain had created and you looked down at your reflection. You readjusted your glasses and smiled a little, half expecting Seokmin to pop up behind you.

You let out a small sigh when that didn’t happen and you continued walking, your eyes focusing on the scene in front of you. A track field surrounded by the chained fence. You smiled, your fingers holding the wet chain fence as you peered in.

The field was wet, water kissing the grass and the track sand turning to mud. The lines were smeared together and would need to be redrawn the next morning if it didn’t rain again. The soccer nets had been taken away, leaving only the frame there. The school was quiet. Everyone had already gone home.

You inhaled deeply, a wistful smile on your face as you recalled the innocent memories that had been made at this high school. You had hated coming to school every day but now that you thought back, it wasn’t that bad. Sure, you wouldn’t want to relieve those years, but it had been just a little easier than what you were facing now—overrun by assignments, internships, and friends that insisted on meeting up but never having time to fit you into their schedule. High school was simpler.

It was probably just nostalgia talking. In another few days, you’d look back on today and think “Wow, why did I think that?” You were just having a bad day, you told yourself. That was all. You were content with where you were right now. Or you would be in the future. But then you thought back to the pinwheel and sighed, the tears tugging back at you again.

You missed him. You missed telling him everything and listening to him rant to you. You missed his smile when you were clumsy and you missed his sheepish laugh when he was clumsy himself. You missed the way he hugged you and comforted you when you went to him crying and you missed the quiet talks the two of you had that relieved your stress. You missed having someone to depend on and you missed having someone depend on you.

You sniffled again and let out a long sigh, looking up in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down. Why were you crying? If you really wanted to, you’d be able to meet up with him! You two would be able to get together and talk again…but every time you suggested it, he’d tell you that he was busy. And when he suggested it, something would come up with you. You two never had schedules that matched. That’s what had caused the drift in the first place…

You sighed and rubbed your eyes a little. You cast on last look at the high school before you headed on your way.

You stopped before cross the street and looked down at the stationary story at the corner. You walked towards it and stepped in. The musty smell rushed to you and you smiled a little. You walked through the store, looking at the stationary until you reached a small box of pinwheels. You reached over and plucked one from the box before walking to the counter.

“Oh! You used to come here all the time, didn’t you?” the owner asked, a cheerful smile on his face.

“Yes, I did,” you said with a nod.

“How’ve you been? You’ve graduated, haven’t you?”

You smiled and gave another nod. “I’ve been doing well. It’s stressful.”

The shop owner nodded, giving you back change. “It is, but I think you’ll do well. Your friend always came in and bragged about what a great student you were.”

You laughed. “Seokmin? Oh, gosh, I was always so embarrassed.

The shop owner chuckled. “How’s he? Are you two still in contact?”

Your smile faded slightly and you shook your head. “No…life got in the way.”

“Ah…I see…maybe you should reach out to him again. A relationship like that is definitely worth keeping.”

You took the pinwheel and smiled at his advice. “Thank you. Maybe I will.”

You walked out and looked up. The sky was nearly all blue again and the sunlight hit the pinwheel, making the colors shine brightly. You smiled and began to walk, holding the pinwheel out a little and watching as the wind caught it, making it turn. You giggled to yourself and then looked up, just before you bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, apologizing quickly, thought your first instinct was to make sure the pinwheel hadn’t been crumpled.

The other person didn’t respond.

You looked up, the word “Sorry” coming up until you saw who you had run into. Your stomach churned out butterflies and your eyes widened. Seokmin stared at you, a surprised look on his face but a smile slowly blossomed and turned into a grin.

“Y/N,” he said, looking about as excited as you felt. “What’re you doing here?”

“Uh,” you held up the pinwheel. “My roommate threw out the one you gave me…”

“The lucky one?”

You nodded.

“And how was your day?” Seokmin asked, his head tilted and his eyes concentrating on you as if he were ready to listen to you talk all day.

“…Pretty terrible,” you admitted, allowing the tiredness to wash over you.

Seokmin frowned and then glanced at the pinwheel. He lifted it, his hand over yours and pointed to it importantly. “Don’t lose this one, alright? Gosh, you haven’t had a bad day since I got you your last one and as soon as you lost it—”

“I’ve been having bad days since we stopped talking,” you said, glancing off to the side.

Seokmin’s eyes widened in surprise and lowered your hands, but you shifted and refused to let him go.

“I missed you…”

Seokmin sighed before he gave you a sadder smile. He mussed up your hair and he pulled your attention back to him. “I’m sorry, Y/N…I’ve just been so busy…”

“I know.” You sighed and pulled your hand away, starting to move away but Seokmin held onto you.

“I’ll make more time for you.”

“Seokmin…I thought I was being pretty obvious in high school, but I like you. I have a crush on you. And I thought, maybe, I’d get over you when we stopped talking but that didn’t happen…and you never made time for me so I guess—”

“I didn’t know,” he said abruptly. You turned to him. “I-I thought…you just treated me as a friend. I’m sorry, I never realized…but I also…like you? And if you’re still willing to give me a chance?”

You stared at him, stunned. Was this a dream? Were you hallucinating? Why was he confessing to you? But he felt so real. His eyes were so sincere…you nodded and you were pulled into a warm, familiar hug. And you hugged him back, the pinwheel clutched tightly in your hand.

[splitcrown]

RAPUNZEL OF CORONA   //   STARTER     (  @lanternfreed  )

          the eyes which glimmer back towards him do not belong to the man peridan once was.   this is...   DIFFERENT  —   as if her revelation from days ago has changed him for the better.

          fingers glide against coarse and defined etches across his chest   (  scars of what have been, spots of textured skin where illness and war have plagued him  ).   her part in this terrifies him, yet unknowingly soothes.     ‘  why did you want to save me...?    out of all the people in the world   —   what does ONE BOY mean to kings?  ’

[splitcrown]

————    @inbooks   ||   A STARTER FOR ANNE

     Slinging the strap of a backpack over the plaid fabric on his shoulder, Peridan drew a length of fresh, countryside air into his body   —   watching as the chauffeured car dragged away   &   down the path it had originally came.   Laying before his eyes sat the image of ivy devouring the bricks of a cottage, trees consuming it as shelter,   &   a quaint path existing as the only route in or out.   It provides a contrasting change to the foggy, tall   &   proud city of London, somewhere the neighbours could hear your thoughts through the thin walls of apartments.   The change was welcomed with open arms by the Guardsman  ( or rather, in fact, welcomed by a very sudden and shy smile edging itself onto the softness of lips ).

     It was quite liberating to be alone at last, but he was  n o t.

     No, to his left stood the ever regal Anne   —   graceful even in clothes he had not seen her fashion once before.   They were modern, almost unnatural, but she appeared to him in ways he swore he could not describe.   God, she was beautiful, despite the fact he would never say it aloud.   He was sure that some politician would find a way for him to be sent to the tower if his opinion ever graced the light of day.

     But that WASN’T THE POINT.   Peridan had come for two weeks away with the Queen of England to guard her during respite   &   no other thought would dare cloud his judgement.  Instead of infesting his mind with other scandalous reminders of something frankly unavailable, fingers fiddles methodically with the keys between his palm, taking a step over the minuscule stream circling the garden path to the front door.

     A hand extended in her direction, eyes fuelled with a mixture of both relief   &   excitement.    “ So, do you like it? ”

[splitcrown]

❛ i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right. ❜

@nikolacvnas   ||   (     *     THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS   !  

          there’s an added comfort laying within the softness of tatiana’s smile.   it does not bleed with happiness, though not in sorrow either.   it is a  p e a c e f u l  in-between, something which peridan finds himself soothed to the sight of.    comparably, it outshines his own   —   chapped skin lacing with clouding tears, ready to fall from the curve of slight red and weave through the scruff a beard.    ‘  i love you.   always.   don’t ever forget that.  ’    his smile begins to fold in on itself;   within his ailing guilt, he is almost afraid to gaze up at her   —   apprehensively lowering his chin, yet still stepping into her and accepting an extended hand.

          ‘  i will try to be a better man, a better king…   and a WORTHY HUSBAND.  ’

[splitcrown]

✉ (gwyn for perhaps sick peridan? / theywillnotfade)

@theywillnotfade   ||   MANHANDLING SYMBOL STARTERS

           ‘  for aslan’s sake, gwyn, i’ve just the flu…  ’    no matter how generously she cares and ails for him while he wastes his time alone in his bedroom, he will never accept the fact that rest may be the only cure for his hard work.   though caught up in a cold sweat, he can still manage a smile, a laugh hiding somewhere beneath a sneeze and several coughs.    ‘  you don’t need to wait over me like a nurse.  ’

          though, he supposes she may have good reason to.   after all, they are engaged to be wed in a few weeks time and having the groom-to-be bed-stricken during the planning process is never a good sign.    ‘  i’ll be fine, i promise,  ’    he turns to a whisper, taking the very hand which pushed him down into his own, a thumb stroking over a smooth palm.

[splitcrown]

❛ i missed those awkward compliments of yours. ❜

@nikolacvnas  ||   (     *     THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS   !

          bringing the blanket back up to tuck beneath his chin, lips shift into a smile in a way in which he realises he has not done in near a year.    there’s a horrible SMITTENNESS that lies upon them, teasing dimples to become ridges on his cheeks and the blue in his eyes to illuminate more  f i e r c e l y  than moments before.

          he cannot remember the last time he innocently shared his bed with tatiana…   it would have been in a different year, a different movement of musical scales, and in a different room entirely.   now, they reconcile in the king’s chambers   —   peridan’s calloused hands looping around a thin waist, his hair loose and knotted against linen bed sheets.   an attempt of a kingly beard sits upon his chin, eyes hollowing with wisdom beyond his years, yet she still graces his world unchanged, still as youthful as the last time they held each other in this way.

          now they seek solace together after a reverse kind of nightmare compared to the ones they shared before.   it is presently the colour of red and death which haunts them, not the shade of snow falling upon rough, ageing bark.

          in all this change, there is one thing that will never alter:   his love for her.

          and so, as lips press forward to meet dark hair, he can only utter a short sentence, a thumb gently stroking against her palm out of his sight.    ‘  and i missed you.  ’

[splitcrown]

"peridan... where did the baby go?"

     “ i  —  uh… ” 

     there’s no look quite the same as one of a sleep deprived father sloshed over mountainous piles of reports, references and economic statements.  in the celebrations following his wife’s arduous labour, peridan hadn’t the chance to take pen to parchment.  archenland patiently awaits his approval for a glasswater river bridge;  ettinsmoor, the aid for the thawing of frozen lakes;  the lone islands practically beg for a royal tour.  some may say he is overwhelmed by invitations and demands  —  peridan AGREES.

     when tatiana makes her entrance to his private study, he is so engrossed in his work that he barely notices her recovering frame standing beside him.  a hand comes to straighten the concentration upon his brow, gliding in one swift motion to tuck overgrow hair behind his ear as he does.  at first, there is a  h u m:  a simple acknowledgement that a question is asked

     the baby. that’s right  —  that’s a thing now.  fatherhood is unnervingly new, so much so he finds himself forgetting so under the blanket of work.  but how can he forget?  he holds a son under his protection for now on;  it is no longer just peridan and tatiana.  he has an HEIR.

     now all the letters make sense to his dazed mind.

     “ our child; yes.  illarion. ”  the name is foreign on his tongue and thinking of it simply brings a bubble of laughter to release.  at long last, peridan gazes up to his love, eyes glistening with both the mists of sleep and those revealed through happiness, and lifts his lips into a jubilant smile. he can remember now  —  it’s as if tatiana brings him back to the light of sense.  prince illarion is with the nanny, is what he should exclaim, look!  by the bookcase!

     instead:  “ he’s right  — ”  and there’s no one.  “ —  here. ”

@grvndduchess  ||  PERIDAN CAN’T LOOK AFTER A BABY

[splitcrown]

————   @braverymade   (  ASKED FOR A  ONE LINER STARTER  )

     “ I want you more than I've wanted anyone.  And now’s the time for me to finally admit it. ”

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————    @pevenlis    ( CONTINUED FROM X )

 water has rinsed blood - covered skin,  revealing instead a myriad of fresh brusing, deep reds and purples painted across their bodily canvas.  the  salt  of  the  sea  clings  to  him,  still,  cathartically  erasing  the  imprint  of  death  and  the  dying.  the  unpleasantries  of  the  hour  washed  off  narnian  shores  leaving  the  king  to  wonder  if  it  will  ever  truly  be  gone.   this  was  not  supposed  to  happen      lives  were  never  supposed  to  be  lost. if  it  this thought  or  the  pressure  he  puts  against  own  skin  as  he  drapes  a  shirt  around  his  shoulders  that  cause  his  body  to  shutter  he  cannot  say  as  the  physical  pain  is  impossibly  entangled  with  his  guilt - wrought  thoughts.  he  and  his  men  are  breathing  and  that  has  to  be  enough.  returning  to  shore  from  the  coolness  of  the  sea,  he  wears  an  expression  that  is  at  once  grieving  and  hopeful.  a  forced,  barely - there  smile  offered  when  peridan  speaks.  voice  carries  as  carefully  as  its  volume  and  hoarseness  allows  and  allows  grief  and  humor  to  meet,  ❝ you  ought  to  bathe  as  well . . . ❞

he  moves  closer,  a  breath  away  from  the  other,  as  sincerity  befalls  him  once  more.  events  passed  flashing  before  his  eyes  as  he  places  a  hand  firmly  against  the  other’s  shoulder.   had  he  not  so  much fight left  within, he might have collapsed against him, but then he, first and foremost, had to be king; play the part of bravery and might that duty demands: ❝ you  saved  my  life  and  that  of  many  others  and  i  am  grateful  for  the  heavy  burdens  you  have  so  selflessly  undertaken.  battles  are  at  times  gruesome  necessities  and  i  hope  that  you  will  not  carry  this  with  you         home  awaits  not  far  from  here  and  we  both  must  face  it  as  gracefully  as  we  can.  spare  those  we  love  from  seeing  the  weight  we  carry  with  us.  we  must  seem  better,  clean,  even  if  we  are  not. ❞

     whispering winds are enough to dispel the earl from submerging himself headfirst into an impromptu bout of sleep.   the day bears on and he is weary;   even as they travel, even as the company wipe the blood from their swords, what passes refuses to be forgotten.   a bloodbath is not light business   —   it never is.   and after one no creature could have anticipated, what can a man do?   he must fight, fighting to see another day no matter what the cost may be.   to bathe may be his best attempt at cleaning the memory of past events, rinsing his mind with waves of calm again, and peter’s sudden advice is his final catalyst into accepting what must come of it all.   wash up;   go home;   start the day anew:   it is what his high king seems to be doing   —   he seems to be doing it very efficiently indeed.    “ please, ”    he returns, eyes running along his majesty’s chest in remembrance of blood that once stained pale skin.   “ there’s no need to thank someone who only does his duty.   i became a man of war, just as you, knowing well what may come of it. ”

     fingers fiddle meticulously with the strings of his shirt in desperate attempt to relieve himself of the fabric which suffocates his skin.   the sea is enchantingly blue, so rich in vibrancy that it may just remove the tears of red strewn across his arms and face.    “ i haven’t seen you so exhausted since your sisters’ last eve of dance.   go to sleep.   i’ll watch over you. ”   and with that, his shirt crossed seamlessly over his head, the suggestion of a smile burying subtly beneath stoic displays of solemnity and the chill of afternoon breezes brushing against vulnerable skin.

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She had made sure every single person in the room had left but him, and it was only until then that the bouquet in her hands truly became offered, "These are actually for you," Indeed, as she had been holding them, beautifully wrapped in purple paper were a bunch of bellflowers, pink carnations, Dills, Pansys, red roses, pink roses, and sunflowers all put together with a silver bow. "Who said only men are allowed to give flowers?"

————   @inbooks   ||   WHAT FLOWERS WOULD YOUR MUSE GIVE TO MINE?

     On the assumption that Peridan would have burst with red, he did all his best to swallow the lump built up in his throat.  Goodness knows what would have happened if he hadn’t.  The sight of Anne gifting the poor man a bouquet of the most exquisite flowers he had quite possibly ever seen brought him slightly weak at the knees.   “ You shouldn’t have, ”   he spoke, merely a whisper as breath left the sanctity of his lips  —  doors of which regrettably shut a way words he should have said instead.   “ Really…  I don’t have a vase. ”   Eyes lifted, then a nervous laugh brushed over his tongue;  something heavy and warm growing in his heart.

     Was this appreciation he felt or INFATUATION?

     Lips stammered before they found the purpose to rise swiftly into the guise of simple acceptance.  ( Although his heart  b u r n e d,  why should have he admitted such a thing?  She was the Queen. For heaven’s sake  —  he couldn’t have gone spilling all declarations of love affection, despite the fact that they were the most alone they had ever been together in such a long time ).  He had been busy on his holiday break and she was swept up in the burden of being a Monarch.

     A blink was the last thing to break his bashful silence.   “ Goodness, ”  was his expressive choice of a sigh.  “ You must think of a way I can properly thank you. ”

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' that’s already been taken care of. by me. ' (peridan in the hospital? in our auuuuu)

————   @grvndduchess   ||   ASSASSIN’S CREED: ODYSSEY MEME

     “ oh, thank goodness, you speak english. ”   he’s been wondering when his sanity would return after weeks of being fully encased by a language he did not care to learn as a child.  it isn’t one of the important ones  —  that he keeps telling himself, at least  —  it’s not french, or spanish, portuguese, or, heck, even  g e r m a n   ( death be upon him if he had landed in the sanctuary of a german hospital ).  “  the doctors have been saying things to me which i can barely understand and i’m  —  i’m ever so slightly afraid that i’ve said  ‘ da ’  to something i did not initially sign up for. ”

     dear heaven above, this is the first time he has spoken english to someone who understands in near seventeen days and he is already making a FOOL of himself in front of a beautiful young nurse who clearly did not sign up for  h i m  either.

     he takes a second glance at his wrist where lies a band of words he does not comprehend at the slightest.  it all reads like a jumble of letters and sounds.  his head rings as his eyes  d i l a t e,  concentrating a little more until something strains inside of him.  nothing would please him more than to get out of this godforsaken place and complete his mission, but, instead, here he lies  —  a truckload of deceit has got him the clothes on his back and he has the injuries to prove it.

     all for the sake of loyalty…  his father would disapprove.

     eyes divert back to the nurse, a light knit brushing over the image of tired brows.   “ how long will it be before i’m discharged? ”   he asks, simply and plainly  —  and perhaps with a small hint of urgency behind his eyes.   “ look:  if you help me out of here quickly, you’ll earn a friend in england who is so stubbornly loyal to his word that he’ll end up three countries deep across the western front for the sake of his commander-in-chief. ”   and, with that, an eyebrow raises  —  a smile etching across cut lips.

     “ please? ”

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(🎧 --- Young Teen) from starblcssd's lucy! (wow guess who's too lazy to switch accounts)

————    @starblcssd   ||   MEET BABY PERIDAN

     “ you shouldn’t be here. ”

     to say it is cold would be a ghastly understatement.  the freezing air, the stone-weighted cracking of lips, the spots of white landing in dark, curling hair:  it is all peridan rys has ever known.  his scarf  —  one he has had since he was a babe  —  barely fits snug around his neck.  clothes are scratchily old, but still his father INSISTS he continues wearing them.  at times he wishes to tear them off;  at others, the pelting snow warns him otherwise.

     lady foirella makes it known that there is no hope staying so far north when archenland at the south practically begs for narnian refugees.  lady foirella also makes it known that her only son and oldest child must NOT be permitted leave outside the castle walls without being accompanied.

     yet here peridan stands.

     but he is not alone now, is he?  the silence followed by small, careful footsteps gives that away quickly enough.  eyes bare no energy to turn and meet them as it is already clear what sort of creature has wandered this far into the private lands of his father.

     heavy boots pivot instead, stepping around until his sight adjusts enough through the mist of falling snow to land his gaze on the young girl.   “ i shouldn’t be out here either.  goodness knows why you’ve come, but  p l e a s e...   LEAVE, get out of chippingford, go south, or otherwise she’ll find you. ”