#im not going to tag al of them that will be a nightmare

[enden-k]

Hey uhhh, i wanna know what the context was for the “dreams if madness” thing. (Did it have context? Its just super cool I wanna know the story)

its from my fantasy au im working on. in this tag you can find my own art, my rambles and other ppls art and short writings for my au that i reblogged

more in detail here

but in short: kaveh is a prince suffering from a curse since birth. this curse fell over the land and people and is slowly stealing their life energy; kaveh is going to lose himself and turning into a shadowy cursed creature if he lets it run its course

he sets out to find a way to fight and lift the curse to save his people, not wanting to spend the rest of his days in peace as much as he can before he dies to it and risks hurting people once he becomes a monster. he heard of a certain sorcerer of mirrors who is very knowledgeable in curses, spells and languages and seeks them out in hopes of them knowing of the curse and how to stop it - and this is how he meets al haitham, a "bad tempered witch" - how he loves to call him - who never hesitates to criticize and rile up kaveh, uncaring if he is a prince or cursed

haitham, who had come up with a spell to halt the curse back then to give his grandmother more time to find a way to stop it (she passed away to it bc he wasnt fast enough to come up and master the spell), is able to keep kavehs condition stable and buy him time. he is interested in the curse and in kaveh as a person and joins him to learn more about it, eventually developing feelings and falling for the prince

dehya, cyno and tighnari are there too on the journey, all of them sharing the same goal: finding a way to save their loved, cursed ones

in that "dreams of madness" doodle i did, kaveh is dreaming of a mad haitham, influenced and sucumbing to forbidden knowledge (origin/bringer of the curse), unsure if its just a nightmare or a vision of the future

[beanxiv]

beanxiv's 100 follower bash ! ✩࿐

hi guys 🫶 so first and foremost, i wanna say thank you all for 100 followers <33 i love you all and im super grateful to all of you ! second, i wanna say i'm sorry for taking so long to do this, i was trying to figure out what kind of event i would do 😭 i ended up picking just a prompt list that you can request from, (the simplest thing ever ik💔) but i hope u guys like it !!

REQUESTS FOR THIS EVENT HAVE NOW CLOSED!

EVENT RULES ✩࿐

you can find all my posts for this event under the tag #beanxiv's bash!

obviously, my normal request rules still apply. (you can find them here.) if your request goes against my rules, i won't accept it.

i prefer if you request off of anon, so that i can tag you - but if you're still on anon it's okay.

speaking of tagging— if you want to be tagged in my work fill out this form!

i'll only do one character per request if its a scenario, but i can do up to 3 if they're headcanons.

you can ask for up to 2 prompts in your request.

you can make as many requests as you want though! just do it in separate asks please

specify the details of your request! (reader preference, any details about the request, genre– like if you want angst or fluff, etc)

also specify who you want to say the line-- for example if the prompt is "you make me happy," specify if you want the reader or character to say the line.

CHARACTERS ✩࿐

these are the characters i'll accept requests for-- if you request for a character not listed here, i won't accept your request.

my hero academia: bakugou katsuki, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, kirishima eijirou, sero hanta, iida tenya, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami (hawks), touya todoroki (dabi)

obey me: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon, solomon, diavolo, barbatos

haikyuu: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, nishinoya yuu, sugawara koushi, kenma kozume, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa touro, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, suna rintaro, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi

blue lock: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, otoya eita

jujutsu kaisen: gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, inumaki toge

attack on titan: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirsten, connie springer, levi ackerman

heroes of olympus: percy jackson, leo valdez, will solace, connor stoll

shatter me: aaron warner, kenji kishimoto

demon slayer: tanjirou kamado, inosuke hashibara, zenitsu agatsuma, giyuu tomioka, obanai iguro, uzui tengen

twisted wonderland: riddle rosehearts, ace trapolla, deuce spade, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, floyd leech, kalim al-assim, jamil viper, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver

the spiderverse: miles morales, miguel o'hara, hobie brown

PROMPT LIST:

"i cant stop thinking about you... it's distracting.."

"are we really just friends?"

"sorry, you're just so cute when you're pissed."

"...i just realized how in love i am with you."

"i like listening to you talk."

"stay with me a little longer, please?"

"never say that about yourself when i know you deserve everything and more."

"you're so perfect."

"how could i ever say no to you when you look at me like that?"

"i made something for you."

"i miss you. so much."

"hey, why'd you stop? keep doing that, it feels good."

"don't leave me yet... please."

""is something burning??"

"i could die happy like this."

"i really want to kiss you right now."

"can't you see i'm trying?"

"i had a nightmare and i had to make sure you were still here."

"i'm yours. all yours."

"you drive me crazy."

"i'll kiss it better."

"let's spend forever together, okay?"

"you're taking up all of the blanket!"

"i'm scared, can you please hold my hand?"

"one more kiss, another, and another-- what? i can never get too many of your kisses."

"i'm going to marry you one day. i promise."

"you make me so happy."

"let's run away together."

"don't look at them, look at me."

"i'm a mess, but i'm your mess."

[an-abandoned-sad-weirdo]

Sonadow Fanfiction Week: 002, Days: 5, 6 & 7

So sorry for the delay, but you have been warned that I was in my exam week.

Anyways, now you've got three Sonadow Fanfictions at once! I'd call that a win.

You've propably heard of this one before, " In Due Time " by Poster16, but I still wanted to add it. It's practically a legend!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types

Relationship:

Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog

Characters:

Rouge the Bat

Black Doom (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Eclipse the Darkling

Ensemble

Black Death | Black Arms Leader

Mephiles the Dark

Scourge the Hedgehog

Cream the Rabbit

Vanilla the Rabbit

Black Arms (Sonic the Hedgehog) (Character)

Tumble the Skunk

Original Sonic the Hedgehog Character(s)

Dulcy the Dragon

Blaze the Cat

Princess Elise (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Marine the Raccoon

Gardon (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Longclaw (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Silver the Hedgehog

Maria Robotnik

Gerald Robotnik

Jules Hedgehog

Bernadette Hedgehog

Hamlin Pig

Miles "Tails" Prower

Amadeus Prower

Rosemary Prower

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Knuckles the Echidna

Locke (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Whisper the Wolf

Additional Tags:

Slavery

Shadow's Full of Surprises

Black Doom is literally Satan

Secrets

Sonic's Full of Surprises

Hope

Trauma

A Couple of these Guys Need Hugs

Loyalties

Dancing

Wellerman

Fairy imagery

Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con

Assassination attempts

Master/Slave

Alternate Universe - Slavery

Our Main Couple Believes in Lullabies

Blood and Violence

Sing With Me

Daydreams and Nightmares

Rape Aftermath

Slave Trade

Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

cute nicknames

constant as the stars above

Blaze is a Queen

Black Death is literally Satan

Flower Crowns

Broken Heart

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Mental and Emotional Breakdown

Tír na nÓg

Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Proteger al DuendecilloElise is Queen

Language:.English

Currently 132083 words, 33 chapters so far, on going.

Here we have " By All Means Necessary " by TheBookOfShadows.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games), Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW Comics)

Relationships: Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog

Characters:

Sonic the Hedgehog

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Shadow the Hedgehog

Knuckles the Echidna

Rouge the Bat

Silver the Hedgehog

Miles "Tails" Prower

Jet the Hawk

Whisper the Wolf

Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Mephiles the Dark

Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik

Vanilla the Rabbit

Blaze the Cat

Black Arms (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Maria Robotnik

Iblis (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Black Doom (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Scourge the Hedgehog

Surge the Tenrec

Cosmo the Seedrian

Charmy Bee

Vector the Crocodile

Espio the Chameleon

Doctor Starline (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - Dystopia

Survival

Blood and Torture

Gunshot Wounds

Psychological Trauma

Psychological Torture

Shadow the Hedgehog Needs a Hug

Speech Disorders

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Murder

Attempted Murder

Panic Attacks

Hallucinations

Fluff and Angst

Purring Sonic the Hedgehog

I love the gay hedgehogs

Amy gets a redemption arc

im losing my sanity

Sonic needs a hug

LET THEM BE HAPPY DAMNIT

paranormal activity

Rouge is a sweetheart

kinda implied sex..

Sonic and Shadow are in their 20's

Plot Twists

Fantasy

Transformation

Mentions locations from Sonic media but is not accurately described

Drugs

Tags May Change

Tags Contain Spoilers

Human Trafficking

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Many characters are only briefly in the story

Not Canon Compliant

Not beta read most of the time

Language:.English

Currently 65935 words, 22 chapters so far, on going.

And, for our last stop, " lover " by Cowboylikemaybelle.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types

Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Amy Rose/Blaze the Cat, Miles "Tails" Prower & Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower & Shadow the Hedgehog

Characters:. Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Blaze the Cat, Knuckles the Echidna, Rouge the Bat

Additional Tags:

Panic Attacks

Touchstarved Sonic

Fluff and Angst

Non-Sexual Intimacy

Humor

Out of Character Shadow the Hedgehog

in the sense that he got therapy and is happy

Out of Character Sonic the Hedgehog

in the sense that I gave him actual issues

sorry buddy

I Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music

Character Study

Trans Sonic the Hedgehog

not important to the storyline but its important to me:)

Cuddling & Snuggling

Parallels

Language: English

25565 words, 6 chapters, complete.

Here you go! Hope you enjoy'em.

The first day

The previous day

[tinkonka]

yttd sexuality+pronoun hc’s

sara: sara is a she/they bisexual :D some of this IS influenced by my friend, mari, who id kins sara and i just see her as the irl sara chidouin so sara is a she/they bisexual, leaning more towards men.

joe: joe is a he/they bisexual (leaning more towards women) oops. again influenced by my OTHER friend, milo, who id kins joe and i see as the irl joe tazuna... and off-topic but he and mari are best friends and it’s so cool im friends with the irl joe and sara guys

keiji: keiji is pan :] he had an online boyfriend in college and it was really sweet.. tho he does like to date guys more because he feels more comfortable opening up towards males. uses the pronouns he/him.

kanna: kanna’s a kid so she’s not able to decide yet (n we don’t know her actual age so she might be way younger than i think) but she goes by she/her :D

q-taro: q-taro is the straightest man i’ve ever seen LOL sorry uses he/him. but he’s also not afraid to admit that he finds a guy attractive n probably attended a few pride parades with the kids from the orphanage to support them :]

shin: OHH THIS ONE IS SO TOUGH. i feel like shin would either be gay, but im also leaning towards aroace (i feel like his relationship w midori did some numbers on him and tbh i cannot see him being romantically interested in someone). uses he/him primarily, but doesn’t mind they/them :>

reko: reko is a lesbian she’s literally the gayest thing in yttd. she hates men and it SHOWS it’s canon n i dont see her dating a man anytime soon i am a solid rekonao shipper. she uses she/her but honestly would not care if any others were used. 

nao: nao is bi, leaning more towards women. i picture nao being that one bisexual who only talks about cute girls and never cute men (probably comphet). she uses she/her :D

kai: oo kai.. kai... kai is so difficult. i also can hardly see them being romantic with anybody. but i also do see them being a very very good malewife and caring quite deeply for their partner. im gunna go with pan as well. they use they/them pronouns primarily, but! is okay with he/him :> he/they go go awooga

gin: gin is also. a child 12 years old, no sexuality for him. i feel like he’d get most of his info ab the lgbtq from elder sibling figures like sara n joe tho :D so he’s supportive of it! uses pronouns he/him

mishima: mishima uses he/him and is bi! he’s very quiet about it though, and he’s quite oblivious and tries to see everyone as a potential friend (opposed to a romantic interest). so he doesn’t really get crushes often lol

alice: Our canon trans king y o yo  uses he/him and he’s ! bi! leaning more towards women! he doesn’t really seek romance however, he just wants 2 focus on himself for now :>

ranmaru: i hc ranmaru being non-binary! he/they! and gay (nblm)! mentioned this in my other post, but he had a pretty toxic ex and that helped them realize that he’s never really been attracted to women, and that was a whole mess of comphet. they’ve only come out to a few people, and the people that he has have been very supportive :>

naomichi: i hc kurumada being straight, he/him.  he’s also really affectionate with his friends, so much that they think he’s gay lol

hayasaka: i hc hayasaka being aroace (he/him) he’s never felt any romantic attraction to anyone and the thought of it makes him very nervous

mai: mai is bisexual, leaning towards women, and she uses she/her! mai loves dating ladies. she loves being a wife, pampering people is something she adores :D (and she would also not mind someone being a wife to her. she loves femme lesbians) 

anzu: Another she/they bisexual awooga. in my little au anzu had a really big crush on ryoko for quite a long time before she realized ryoko was straight :( guhrugj pain

hinako: hinako is also a child but she uses she/her. surprisingly good at remembering pronouns and sexualities tho

other characters that i cant write an explanation on but here’s their sexualities kugie: lesbian, she/her touko: lesbian, she/they megumi: straight, she/her jin: straight, he/him safalin and miley r gay for eachother i take no criticism /lh ranger they/them aroace anddd gashu is the straightest bitch i’ve ever seen

[madstwd]

The beginning

Glenn rhee x reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff!

Season: 1

Summary: A run gone wrong, bought you and Glenn closer than you thought could happen in this nightmare of a new world

Hope you enjoy! - mads :))

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The growls of walkers is what kept you and Glenn running, normally for these quick runs you would traverse the roof tops, except this store only had one floor. You both turned into the wrong alley way causing you to approach a massive group of them that we now chasing after you both. “I thought you said you knew the way and a plan” you panted, sweat dripping from your hairline. “I didn't say that” he groaned. You didn’t know how long both of you could keep this pace up, you tired out the walkers didn’t. “We need a plan” he groaned, als starting to loose his stamina. “I have a plan” you replied. He looked at you slightly. “Is it a good one?”

You looked back at him. “It's a plan,” You sighed. “There that building, the glass broken. We can run and barricade ourselves in there, `` you slightly pointed. Glenn followed your eyeline and took your hand in his, both of you making a break for it. You were slower than him but he dragged you along as best as he could, not wanting to leave you behind, to the walkers.

Once you rushed inside you both ran to the staircase, blocking it on your way past before finally being able to catch your breath at the top of the store. “Well i didn't expect this outcome for the run” you panted, your arms stretched above your head. Glenn stood next to you hunched over also trying to catch his breath, “i think we just ran a marathon” he laughed, you joined in too. Both of you collapsed to the floor, just laying there listening to the huge amount of walkers now circling the building. “We are going to be here for a few days I bet, let’s radio the camp” he said. You nodded, “i'll look around for anything we can use so we don’t go into the supplies we collected.” You said standing up. The room was clear, luckily it looked like you had ran into a clothing store, deciding that you no longer wanted to in your sweat and blood soaked ones, you decided to look for some new ones. There wasn’t much left so you put on a simple tank, jeans and over shirt. Decided to look for something for Glenn once you had finished getting changed, what you didn't expect was him to walk in midway through changing. “Hey i uh got a hold- omg im so sorry” he stumbled over his words looking away as fast as he could.

You chuckled at Glenn, only knowing him for a short amount of time, you were always amazed at how sweet,caring or innocent he was. No matter if you were running through the streets of Atlanta or back at the camp with the others, he ALWAYS made sure you were happy and okay. You smiled, “you can turn around now”

“Oh um yeah, I was just saying I got a hold of the others. Told them we would be here for a few days” he nervously stuttered. You nodded before grabbing the clothes you found for him. “I found these, they are about your size” you said handing them to him. “Thanks,” he replied. You nodded before walking back to the first room you were in to try and set up a place to eat and sleep.

Sunset wasn't too far away once you got everything sorted, you could still hear the groans of the walkers surrounding the both of you. “So before this, what did you do?” You asked, taking a spoonful of the beans you had found in another store. “I was a pizza delivery man, it just paid well” he shrugged. You nodded “well, your plotting and fast pace tells me you weren't one to let the food go cold” you laughed, he was quick to join in. With Glenn you were carefree, he found wandering the abandoned roads out of the city, you didn't have a plan or anyone with you so he gave you one. Told you to tag along and follow his lead, so you did.

You were quickly the running duo of his group, teaming up, trusting each other's backs. But at camp you and him were even closer, wandering around the camp together, you shared the same tent, on colder nights the sleeping bags were almost together like you seeked out the heat from each other. “Are you taking the first watch or am I?” You asked, he shrugged. “I can, I'm not tired just yet” he stated. You smiled softly at him “alright, wake up in like an hour or so” you replied before trying to find some way to lay that was comfortable. Glenn noticed your struggle, he called your name and patted his thigh “didn't think you would be so forward.” you laughed. His eyes widened “no no I mean to just lay your head here!” He stuttered, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. “It's alright, I'm just playing, thank you Glenn”

You laid next to him, your head resting gingerly on his thigh. “You know, I'm grateful for knowing you Glenn '' you mumbled. Glenn smiled brightly “me too”

“Did you know anyone before? Like in a romantic way I guess...you aren't secretly married” you laughed. “I was too awkward to even look at girls,” Glenn scoffed. “You looked at me?” You questioned, sitting up so you could see his face. “Because you were and are different from the rest” he smiled sweetly. Glenn's heartbeat was rapid against his chest, he was surprised you couldn't hear it. Both of you were sat staring at each other, just wondering. He glanced at you confused when you began to move closer. You hand against his cheek, bringing his face closer to yours. He sat there frozen when he felt your lips against his, but quickly recovered, kissing you back. You both pulled away, “I'm sorry, I just wanted to before maybe there was a chance we couldn't get out” you nervously stuttered looking at Glenn's face that was still a mixture of shock but also had a huge grin. He didn't say anything but pulled you in closer, kissing you again but this time with more passion. “It's alright, I wanted to for so long” he said pulling away again with the smile still plastered on his face. You smiled again, before laying back on his thigh. This time the smiles never left and you forgave his clumsiness (he tripped over a box and fell into the side of a dumpster) that got you stuck in this building.

A few days later, you both finally made it back to camp with the supplies. Hurrying to your tent after dumping the bags in front of Dale and Jim. Who just smiled at the new couple, neither of you had to say anything about it to them for they just knew, maybe it gave them hope that some good can happen in this nightmare they were living in.

[chuuyas--boo]

Ghosts.

An: Read the tags before continuing. Block tags you're triggered by, and don't complain if YOU chose to keep reading and get bothered.

Jack giggled as Riley gently pushed her younger brother on the swing, hanging from a thick, strong tree branch. The two would often visit this area especially if their mother was drunk or high and could avoid being around her for a while. It was one of those times. Mrs. Morgan had started yelling at Riley, so Riley grabbed her younger brother and left.

Suddenly Jack dragged his feet on the ground, slowing the swing down until it stopped.

"Jack?...Jackie what's wrong?!"

Jack hopped off the swing and stood in front of Riley, smiling, but blood slowly ran down his face from a fatal gash in his head.

"Why? You said it wouldn't hurt...you said everything would stop hurting! So why does it still hurt? It hurts real bad Rie..."

Jack's emerald green eyes looked dead, clouded and empty, any innocence in his gaze had faded. It was just like an empty void.

Riley collapsed on her knees, tears started streaming down her face, sobs wracking her body violently. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Jack..." Riley choked on her words as her face heated up and tears ran down her face faster.

"Riley! Riley wake up!"

Riley woke up to Eddie gently shaking her. Tears started running down her face as she looked at him.

"H-hey what's wrong? Why're you crying?!" Eddie's pretty emerald green eyes gleamed with worry as the ginger girl started crying even harder.

Eddie's gaze softened and he hugged Riley "Did you have a nightmare?" Riley quietly nodded "I'm such a horrible person..." she hissed under her breath "No you're not! What's wrong...?" "I hurt Jack...and he said it hurt..." Eddie tilted his head but then remembered how Riley had a younger brother "Ah! You're not a horrible person just for that! You were helping him!" Riley just stared blankly at the floor "I said it wouldn't hurt...but he said it did...he was scared!" Eddie gently wiped the tears off her cheeks and hugged her again. "You're still not a horrible person, you're a very lovely girl, it was just a nightmare! I'm sure Jack's happy and safe~! You should hurry up and go downstairs though! There's pancakes and everyone's worrieddd"

Well...almost everyone.

Eddie got up and quietly left the room, shutting the door behind him. Riley glanced outside, the sun had already risen most of the way, but there were streaks of pink still in the sky, that looked almost like blood smears. Down on the ground, under the thick of the forest where sunlight barely reached, there were two pale, misty figures, one looked like a woman in a wedding dress and the other looked sickeningly similar to Jack. After changing into a gray t-shirt, shorts, brushing her hair, and putting it into a ponytail, Riley ran downstairs, past the kitchen, to where the burlap masks, gloves, and boots were kept. She quickly put her boots on and ran outside. "Rie-Rieeee! Aren't you gonna eat?!" Riley glanced back, stopping at the door. "Not hungry!" and then ran off into the forest, not paying any attention to the outdoor animals, she had to see if she truly saw ghosts or if it was just her imagination.

***

Riley stood in the forest, heart pounding, feeling like giving up. "It was just my imagination..."

Something quickly darted past, catching Riley's gaze. "Something wrong sis? You look sad!"

Riley's heart dropped, she recognized that sweet, childish voice, but it almost sounded as if in pain now. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, but tears started to well in her eyes as she looked at the small ghostly figure.

"Don't cry! I'm safe...since you killed me...!"

Riley's gaze fell to the ground as the small ghostly figure got closer to her "You're scary Rie...it really hurt! And you said it wouldn't..."

"Jack...I'm sorry..."

"Are you really? If you were you wouldn't have killed anyone else. If you really were sorry you'd have learned from what you did to me."

"B-but you asked me to! You told me to!"

Jack's once pretty, innocent eyes looked cold, and empty in death, though still innocent.

Jack quietly glanced back, looking at the other ghostly figure, which appeared to be a woman in a wedding dress, as if getting married. Riley's gaze followed Jack's glance.

After a few moments of silence, both of the pale, ghostly figures disappeared. Riley sighed deeply and then sat against a tree silently.

***

"Riley! ...Rileyyyyy....!" Riley's gaze jerked towards where she heard Albert's voice nearby, she'd been sitting under the tree for a while, watching random bugs and butterflies. She got up and ran over. "Al!" "What're you doing out here-?" "O-oh! Umm, nothing!"

Albert's ivy green gaze met Riley's mismatched gaze "What were you actually doing? You've been out here for over an hour."

Riley wiggled her foot in the dirt, staring at the ground.

"Look at me." Albert's voice was firm but also somehow soft, knowing Riley'd flinch if he raised his voice, he kept it somewhat calm and quiet, though worried.

Riley glanced up at him nervously, fiddling with her fingers.

"H-hey! Don't look so scared! Just tell me what you were doing.." "Ghosts." That single word sent a shiver down Albert's spine "What..?" "Ghosts," Riley repeated, not saying anything else.

"I'm gonna need you to elaborate, Riley."

"My brother and some woman..."

Albert sighed. "let's go back"

The two of them walked back to the house in silence.

***

"Where have you been?"

Riley ignored the question, not caring since it was Henry who asked.

"Answer me bitch."

Riley stopped and silently glared at him. "I was outside, mind your own business.."

And with that, Riley went to her room. Taking her boots off, Riley sat by the window and watched the branches and leaves dance in the wind outside.

"RILEY ELIZABETH MORGAN GET DOWN HERE!"

Riley felt her heart drop, suddenly scared.

"C-coming...!"

She got up and quickly ran downstairs.

Eddie and George were playing with one of the dogs, Carl was in his room playing video games, and Albert was watching tv.

Riley hesitantly walked into the kitchen and immediately cringed at the strong stench of alcohol, she was used to it but it's not the most pleasant thing.

"Listen here you little bitch, you can respect me or leave. Don't ever ignore me again, I'll beat your ugly little ass"

"I-Im sorry..."

"SORRY DOESN'T FIX SHIT! AND DON'T INTERFERE WITH THE TRADITION-"

"Again with the tradition shit..?" Riley hissed under her breath.

"SHUT UP YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS!"

Riley's hands slowly balled into fists as she looked at the man infront of her, refraining from yelling so to avoid drawing any attention to herself. It was too late to avoid drawing any attention to her, both Eddie and Albert stopped what they were doing and their gazes were filed in the direction of the kitchen.

"A stupid tradition shouldn't be put before the well being and mental health of YOUR FUCKING FAMILY"

Henry's drunken glare was piercing as he glared at Riley.

"Don't have anything to say because I'm right."

Without any sort of warning, Henry smacks Riley, hard.

Albert heard Riley's wince, hesitating, not wanting to get involved, but at the same time not wanting her to get hurt. Albert's hesitation was longer than he thought, both Eddie and George had already gotten up and ran into the kitchen after hesitating as well.

***

When Albert had gotten up and ran into the kitchen, Riley was standing with one hand over her nose, blood trickling down her face and tears in her eyes.

"D-dad stop! She's crying!"

Riley shot George an icy glare as it telling him not to bother.

"Well she can fucking cry! She's a pussy and needs to learn when to keep her mouth shut!"

Whatever was keeping Riley from yelling again snapped. "YOU'RE THE PUSSY! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING AND HAS TO FORCE HIS CHILDREN TO DO SHIT AT AN AGE WHERE THEY SHOULDN'T BE SEEING DEAD BODIES! THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SEE THEM AT ALL BUT YOU'RE TOO STUPID AND SELF-CENTERED TO CARE ABOUT ANYONE OR ANYTHING BESIDES YOURSELF AND SOME STUPID FUCKING TRADITION YOU COULD'VE FUCKING MADE UP! AND YOU WONDER WHY WE ALL FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Riley, Carl had come downstairs to see what was happening, all the brothers stared at Riley in shock. Riley stood there breathing heavily, she had moved her hand away from her face, letting blood run down her face faster and off of her hand, her breath hitched as she stared at Henry.

"Get the fuck out. NOW-"

Riley didn't need to be told twice, she ran outside. Albert ran after her "Riley!"

Riley glanced back at him, "What?" Her tone sounded weirdly pissed off still, which was shocking, she never used that tone towards Albert, but her eyes looked apologetic.

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, it's nothing to worry about."

That was obviously a lie, her nose was bleeding heavily, lip was busted, has some bruises on her arms and a dark red mark on her cheek.

"You're obviously not fine"

Riley sighed "I'm fine, I've been through worse, it doesn't even hurt"

Albert's gaze filled with doubt, as he gently touched one of the bruises and Riley flinched.

"So you're fine huh?"

Riley let out a huff of slight annoyance. "Yes Al, I'm fine"

"Shut up and let's get you bandaged up"

***

Days had passed, Riley refused to eat and when she did she'd immediately go make herself throw up, when anyone would ask her if she's okay or of something's wrong shed just say "I'm fine", or "Nope. Nothing's wrong".

Those several days, Albert would check on her before he went to bed to ask her if she was going to sleep as well, which she always replied "Yes" even though she didn't, she stayed awake and watched out the window watching the ghostly figures, sometimes going outside to walk around in the forest.

Eventually she gave up and decided to sleep in Albert's room, the two of them cuddled until Riley fell asleep.

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 13//

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It didn't take much longer for Viviane and I to fully recover after Rhys and I arrived. The sentry who had led Rhys, and Kallias, to the lounging chamber had also informed his High Lord of our arrival. Thesan, always the gracious host at these summits, sent a handful of servants to attend Viviane and I—much to our mates' chagrin. The first time a maid had tried to bring us some tea, the males had bared their teeth and nearly sent the poor female running. Viviane and I quickly quelled their hostile mated instincts and after a full hour of rest, we were ready to join the other High Lords, as well as our allies in the Mortal Lands, in the meeting chamber.

Kallias and Viviane insisted they go ahead of us, instead of the four of us entering together; since Rhys and I had been the ones to call the summit early, they believed we should be the last to enter—so that we may announce our news, accept congratulations, and transition into the more solemn proceedings of our dispatch.

Rhys and I walked to the meeting chamber without the need of an escort; after a decade of summit's every spring, we knew our way around the High Lord of Dawn's palace. I chewed on my lip as we walked through the sun-stone halls, but as we grew closer Rhys stopped me in our path.

"You bow to no one." He reminded me, his violet eyes fierce as he adjusted the crown atop my head, and then cupped my face in his hands.

I nodded with a warm smile, taking a steadying breath as my hands came to rest on my stomach, covered by another maternity gown that Rhys had pulled from the collection his mother had made for me. This time it was made of multiple layers of a sparkling royal blue sheer voile fabric with capped lace sleeves, the skirts brushing along the floor delicately and a beautifully pleated sash resting just above the apex of my new rounded belly. There would certainly be no second guessing my condition, if my scent wasn't already indication enough.

After a couple more calming breaths, I threw my shoulders back and met Rhys's gaze, "I'm ready."

He grinned mischievously and placed a hand on the small of my back before leading me through the chamber doors, which was opened for us by sentries on the other side. I didn't falter as we entered the room, holding my chin up as everyone's eyes turned to me and Rhys. Before I could take in anyone's stare, I heard an excited gasp and turned to meet the striking blue eyes of Vassa, who rushed over to me and took my hands in hers.

"I knew it, I knew it!" She declared excitedly before moving a hand to my stomach, cooing at it happily.

I felt Rhys tense beside me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat, but the Mortal Queen didn't blunder. She had been around us long enough to learn that fae males were solicitous with their mates—in fact, being in a room surrounded by powerful beings had never intimidated her. She alone was just as powerful a being in her firebird form; a spell left unbroken, despite mine and Helion's best efforts.

"Oh congratulations! I'm so happy for you, and I can't believe it! There are two pregnant faeries in this room," she said proudly. "That is a rarity, isn't it?"

"Apparently not rare enough," came a gruff scoff.

It was then that I noticed Beron in the room, standing with his usual entourage of sons, and Eris off to the side—who quickly chided his father in the next breath.

"Certainly, you don't mean that Father. Afterall, Mother gave you plenty of sons." He said smoothly, serving Rhys and I a meaningful look as my mate moved closer to me.

He only scoffed again with a roll of his eyes, throwing back whatever drink he had in his hand.

"Well it looks like we all won this bet," came Helion's honeyed voice as he drifted over to Rhys and me.

I was grateful for the quick shift in conversation but had to send Rhys words of reassurance down the bond as his incensed gaze lingered on the High Lord of Autumn. He calmed as Helion approached his side, knowing that would be wiser than drawing up to his pregnant mate first.

"Though I'll admit, it wasn't much of a bet since no one offered any opposition," he said as he shook Rhys's hand in congratulations.

"I was on the fence for a bit, until Kallias and Viviane entered the room and informed us that you two would be along," Tarquin admitted, Cressida—his cousin and Princess of Adriata, trailing at his side as they met with the rest of us.

He shook Rhys's hand next and turned to me, nodding with a warm smile. "You have my congratulations," he said.

Cressida grinned as she chimed in. "A youngling is indeed a blessing, I'm so excited for you both." She threw her arms around me in an embrace, causing Rhys to stiffen again as he made room for her, but he easily relaxed a beat later.

"Thank you both," I said before pulling back and nodding in acknowledgement at Helion as well.

"Thank you too, Helion, though I can't believe you were the one to come up with the bet."

"It was Mor's idea," Cassian jumped in. He, Azriel, Mor and Nesta had silently made their way over to us during the brief exchange with Beron; all placing themselves at a safe distance, just in case.

"Only because Helion wouldn't stop prodding me for information," Mor said with a roll of her eyes.

I saw Helion waggle a mischievous brow at her. "To be fair, I tried asking our host first, but he wouldn't budge," he said, throwing a look at Thesan.

The High Lord of Dawn shrugged, "Rhysand wrote to me in confidence, and I was already providing a space for Viviane to recover as well."

"Thank you for that," Kallias said, his hand also placed on his mate's back. Though with her center of gravity skewed thanks to her enormous belly, it seemed he was helping hold her up.

"Yes, I haven't had the chance to thank you yet. I went unconscious after we got here, and Kallias had to carry me to the room," Viviane offered sheepishly.

"I heard you weren't the only one," Thesan said, glancing at me.

I shrugged, "Creating a life takes its toll."

"Indeed, it does, though I'm glad you two are both okay now." He said, more so looking for reassurance that we were in fact faring better than we had upon our initial arrival.

I nodded, but before I could thank him, Beron huffed in exasperation. We all turned our attention to him as he crossed his arms over his chest. I also took note of Tamlin standing with one of his sentries—Hart, I remembered, on the other end of the reflection pool in the center of the room.

"Let's drop the niceties, shall we, and get to the root of this meeting?" the older male scowled, his terse gaze fixed on me. Rhys, along with Azriel and Cassian, shifted on his feet.

"You called us all here to announce a pregnancy? Well let me be the first of the rest of these fools to offer my objection," Beron growled.

I put a hand on my stomach protectively, "What a relief that we aren't seeking anyone's approval, Beron." I interjected, returning his glare with my own.

"You should be, considering the child you bear has the potential to inherit a kernel of my power. Of all our powers," He snarled.

My blood ran cold as he voiced my exact fears; the anxiety that the other High Lords wouldn't welcome the news of my child once they realized a drop of their abilities could pass onto him. I couldn't look at their reaction as Rhys pulled me closer to his side; his hand returning to the small of my back, bolstering me.

"We have no way of knowing if our child will inherit Feyre's powers," Rhys said smoothly, though his violet eyes simmered with a cool rage—those stars that normally sparkled now smoldered.

"Just like I had no way of knowing I would pass any of my power over during her resurrection. I won't make that mistake again," Beron spat.

"May I remind you, again, that you offered that kernel of power? I didn't take it by force, they are mine, and if my child should inherit them, then I will teach him to wield them as I see fit." I said fiercely, my voice as unwavering as I hoped my eyes were.

Though the words were directed at the High Lord of Autumn, I made sure to emphasize them enough for the others, in case there were any doubts on their end as well.

"We've been through this before," Thesan said, coming to stand at my other side, "When we all agreed to fight alongside them in the war. Surely, you can get past the chance of a youngling inheriting some of your powers?"

I nodded gratefully at Thesan, who returned it and took another step forward as my heart pounded at the approval in his words.

"I certainly can," Tarquin offered, and I saw Cressida nod as well, both aligning themselves with where Thesan stood.

Helion casually strolled over, an apathetic shrug to his shoulders. "I would be impressed to see if the child inherits any healing abilities. Perhaps the youngling could be the one to break the Mortal Queen's curse, since its mother nor I can seem to," he said with a wink at me and then at Vassa, who had fallen in step beside Mor—flanked behind Rhysand and I, along with the others.

It was then that I realized they had formed a line in front of me, standing in the space between Beron and me. A show of their allegiance, and my heart swelled as my eyes burned in gratitude.

Like I said, my love, you are very well-liked. Perhaps even loved. Rhys said through the bond, squeezing my hip lightly.

Kallias moved to stand beside Rhys and me, holding onto Viviane's hand. "It would be interesting to see if our children would wield the same power. Perhaps there would be some healthy competition between them," he said.

Viviane smirked, "You mean a rivalry."

"You're all mad!" Beron snapped. He turned to Tamlin, who remained quiet, keeping his distance from the rest of us.

"You approve of all this?" he asked him.

I held my breath as Tamlin met my gaze, his eyes glancing between Rhys and me, then to my stomach. He was quiet for a few beats before turning back to Beron.

"I agreed to come and hear them out, not to hold some kind of debate over their child," He said simply.

Not necessarily a show of allegiance, but I was glad he wasn't snarling at me as he had when I confronted him at the Spring Court.

"I will not stand for it," Beron said, pure fury laced in his acrid tone. "It was one thing to agree to fight alongside one another in the war, but I never came to terms with you possessing my power," A sneer over at the other High Lords, "Nor will I. And neither will I accept some kind of Night Court abomination to-" his words were cut off as the tether that held back Azriel and Cassian snapped.

In a flash of wings, shadows and siphons flickering, the two Illyrians appeared before him—Cassian's fist landing on Beron's jaw as Azriel then caught him by his collar, snatching him up to meet his snarl.

"You will watch how you talk to my High Lady and how you refer to the youngling she carries, the heir to the Night Court." Azriel growled, his face inches from Beron's menacingly before he let go, causing the older male to land straight on his ass.

I squared my shoulders as Rhys's own preternatural darkness swirled in his shadows, our shadows, advancing a step forward while Beron shot back onto his feet—the other sons he brought along with him flanking at his sides. Eris then interjected, subtly moving between his father and Rhys.

"Father, we've had over a decade of peace since the war. Surely, we shouldn't break our alliance now over the chance that this youngling might inherit some of our courts power," He suggested.

"And what do you propose we do then, if he does inherit my power?" Beron snarled in reply.

Eris merely shrugged, eyes briefly glancing over to where Lucien stood before meeting his father again. "He wouldn't be the first one not of our bloodline to do so."

Before I could stop it, my jaw dropped, but I quickly covered my mouth—Rhys stiffened.

Did he just say what I think he said? Rhys asked through the bond.

How did he know? I questioned back, my eyes meeting his as the atmosphere in the room thickened.

Beron went rigid at his son's words, a confused look exchanged by his sons standing behind him.

"W-What...what are you talking about?" Lucien asked, breaking the silence that had befallen us.

My heart squeezed at Lucien's bewildered tone. He must have noticed Eris's look before he said the cursed words. I quickly scanned the room and noticed the Lady of the Autumn Court wasn't present—perhaps Eris's doing, and I wondered if he had actually planned to reveal his mother's centuries old secret. I hesitated as I turned my gaze over to the High Lord of Day and saw that the look on his face was that of confusion, though I saw the silent contention simmering in his eyes.

Don't say a word. Please. Rhys warned, subtly returning to my side—shielding me, and I saw Kallias do the same with Viviane. I wanted to protest, but with my condition hindering my powers, I knew there wasn't much I could do should things take a true turn for the worse.

"What are you talking about?" Lucien asked again, his voice brusque as he approached his eldest brother.

"Don't you say another word, Eris." Beron barked, finally snapping out of his shock.

Eris shrugged again, offering Lucien a half-hearted empathetic look. "Haven't you ever wondered why you stood apart from the rest of us?" He asked, unsympathetic.

"That's enough!" Beron growled again, drawing closer.

His movement caused Rhys and Kallias both to step in front of me and Viviane, their mated instincts calling them into action at the rising tension in the room. I stepped beside Viviane, who was far more vulnerable in her condition than my own.

Thesan cleared his throat, "Perhaps we should call it for the day and adjourn tomorrow morning," he offered.

"No," Beron spat, turning to Thesan and addressing the other High Lords, "If none of you will side with me, then perhaps I should take my power back on my own." He turned a vicious gaze to me, causing a feral and deep snarl from Rhysand's throat; his wings flaring wide as Cassian and Azriel appeared at his side—siphons glowing.

But it was Kallias who intervened on our behalf before Rhys could move. "Go back to the Autumn Court, Beron. If you're this adamantly opposed, then cut your ties and return to your homeland. While you still can," he said this with narrowed iced eyes.

"You dare threaten me?" Beron growled, baring his teeth.

Kallias's own menacing scowl matched the elder male, resolute. "You threaten our tenure of peace now and seeing as the rest of us will continue to ally with the Night Court, you are no longer welcome here."

Beron only continued to glare at the High Lord of Winter, unyielding as his eyes raked over the others. "You're all idiots. That child will be the very downfall of our courts, possessing each of our powers will only empower the Night Court," he threw a fervent snarl at me. "What's stopping them from using her and the child's power to their advantage? They could very well incite a new war, demolishing us-"

His speech was cut short as Azriel lunged once again. I saw truth-teller flash in his hands a second later and before I could open my mouth to protest, Beron froze as Cassian hauled him up—about to strike. Everyone turned to Rhysand, knowing he had a vice on the male's mind. His formidable gaze was honed on said male, violet eyes clouded as darkness seeped from his shadow and into the corners of the room.

I placed a gentle hand on his tense shoulder and saw the tightness in his jaw. I could see the struggle to hold himself back, fighting hard not to unleash himself on Beron. I caressed his mental shields, begging him to let me in—to soothe him and the instincts he wrestled with.

We're safe. I reminded him when he wouldn't let his guard down for me. No one is going to let him hurt me. You won't let him hurt me, or the baby. We're safe, Rhysand.

I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as he eased whatever grip he held over Beron, though not entirely. The elder male gulped in air, breathing heavily as I realized Rhys had been choking the breath from within him. Cassian and Azriel each had an arm seized in their hands, waiting for a command from either me or Rhys.

"Let him go," I said.

They obeyed, but Rhys kept him detained. Eris cleared his throat, "I'll take my father and brothers back to the Autumn Court. If you'll still have me, I'll return alone tomorrow for the remainder of this summit. I've been attending these meetings for the last decade, and unlike my father," a grim glance at him, "I would like to uphold my end of the alliance."

I was initially surprised at his words, but a moment later I realized that this would be the start of his campaign to take over as High Lord of the Autumn Court.

We'll support it. We have to. Rhys said down the bond, and though his shoulders were still taut, and voice laced with anger, I knew he was right. I squeezed the hand I had on his shoulder in silent agreement.

I looked at the other High Lords, their entourages; at Vassa—with Jurian at her side, and at Lucien. All except him and Tamlin were poised at our sides, and it was then I realized they were waiting for our approval. This was our battle, and although they were ready to defend us; pounce if need be, they knew it was ultimately our decision.

I met Eris's amber eyes, narrowing mine as I stepped forward; standing opposite of him and looked over to where Beron stood, still fixed to his spot, his eyes raging.

"We'll allow it, but if you end up sharing your father's ideas, then the rest of us won't hesitate to convene and plot your downfall." I met Beron's stare again as I said the last of my sentence, making it clear who the threat was aimed at.

Rhys, Thesan, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, and now even Tamlin stepped in behind me—Viviane and Cressida coming to stand at either side of me. All of us representing our courts, our commitment to one another.

"We are heralding in a new era, Beron," Viviane said as she faced the High Lord with me. "These younglings are being born into Prythian courts standing in alliance with one another, something that it hasn't been in centuries. We all urge you to reconsider."

My heart squeezed at her effort to appeal to Beron, knowing that he was already a pawn in the coup against our court. His actions thus far confirmed our earlier suspicions, but once he was gone then Rhys and I would be able to warn them all.

I felt Rhys's hand come to rest on my hip, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Kallias approach Viviane's side as well. The other High Lords, our mortal allies, and all of our entourages flanking behind us. I reached down to squeeze Rhys's hand, Viviane doing the same with Kallias, but I didn't get the chance to fully notice their exchange. In the second Rhys had released his hold on Beron's mind, I heard him mutter under his breath, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he shot out an arm—summoning a ball of fire directed straight for me and Viviane.

He was quick; too quick for anyone to register. All I could manage was a gasp, my eyes wide with terror as my surroundings seemed to slow, and that ball of fire hit an invisible force only inches away from our faces. It wasn't until after the last of the flames dissipated that I realized my hand had shot out in front of me as well—creating a shield of hardened air I hadn't summoned in years. My other hand trembled at my side, just shy of touching Viviane's large belly.

I was gasping for air, trembling and my ears roared with the sound of my blood rushing to my head. I barely noticed that the room around me had exploded into some kind of action as I dropped my guard. My ears continued ringing, my eyes stung, and the only thing I could hear was the muffled sound of my own panicked breathing—chaos continuing to erupt around me. I briefly saw wings, siphons, and Rhys's face before I noticed Beron hit the ground. No one had rushed to his aide.

He tried to kill me. Us. My baby. Viviane and her baby girl. My baby boy. My son.

I'm not safe.I'm not safe.I'm not safe.

I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until I felt gentle hands on either side of my face. Warm hands. Safe hands.

You are safe. You're okay, Feyre. Rhys pleaded with me, whether through the bond or aloud, or both.

Then, I heard the sound of sobbing, gulping breaths. My ears slowly stopped ringing and I realized it was my own panicked sobs I heard.

"Look at me, Feyre." A gentle command, Rhysand.

I finally opened my eyes, meeting the silver-lined violet eyes of my mate. Breathing became easier and I managed to stop whimpering; instead gripping his arms, his hands still holding either side of my face. I still couldn't register my surroundings, nor the others, but I heard their voices. The harsh timbre of the males seemed to be giving commands, checking in with one another; the females sounding more soothing as they did the same. Still, I never tore my eyes from Rhys's—not until I could breathe again.

Slowly, the room returned, and I dropped my head to Rhys's shoulder—overwhelmed and exhausted at the effort it took to summon my shield. I let him scoop me up as he crossed over to a lounge, but my eyes slipped shut as I allowed myself to fall unconscious in his arms.

[itsjustaboathome]

✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tysm @holyshit for tagging me, ily kay!! ✨💞

MUSIC

fav genre? i can really hear little bit of everything, but i usually hear more pop, pop-rock and rock

fav artist? apart from the boys I also like Gorillaz and Red Hot Chili Peppers

fav song? I always change my favorite song then ... idk haha ​​but right now I would say another love by Tom Odell

most listened song recently? Kill My Mind by Louis Tomlinson and It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane by Omar Rudberg

song currently stuck in your head? also It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane and I Wanna Be Your Slave by Måneskin

5 fav lyrics?

I know which place I'm from, i know my home, when I'm in doubt and struggling, that's where I go, an old friend can give advice, when new friends only know a half story, that's why I'm always keep them tight, and why I'm okay, i said I'm okay, you know what my mama said?, you know what she told me?, my mama said that it was okay - mama said by lukas graham.

He said: "One day you'll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember", my father told me when I was just a child, "these are the nights that never die" - the nights by avicii.

I'm just like you, even though my problems look nothing like yours do, yeah, i get sad too, and when I'm down I need somebody to talk to, yeah, I feel the same as you do, same stress, same shit to go through, i'm just like you, if you only knew - just like you by louis tomlinson.

Quiero volar contigo, muy alto en algún lugar, quisiera estar contigo viendo las estrellas sobre el mar, quiero encontrar otro, camino ponerme mi vestido y salir a caminar contigo, quiero decirle al mundo que no somos amigos, decirle a la tristeza, que no se cruce en mi camino - bajo el agua by manuel medrano

Maybe we can, find a place to feel good, and we can treat people with kindness, find a place to feel good - tpwk by harry styles

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BOOKS

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fav book? diary of a wimpy kid

fav book series? also, diary of a wimpy kid

comfort book? the four agreements

perfect book to read on a rainy day? any fic is fine :))

fav characters? if it makes me laugh that's my favorite

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hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? maybe a little bit of everything, i hardly ever watch horror movies

fav movie? uff i have many haha but I'll say back to the future, the nightmare before christmas, aladdin, guardians of the galaxy and the greatest showman

comfort movie? coco and corpse bride

movie you watch every year? on halloween i always watch hocus pocus

fav tv show? gravity falls, himym, sense 8, young royals and good doctor

comfort tv show? friends and malcolm in the middle

most rewatched tv show? i think the simpsons haha

ultimate otp? wilhelm / simon c:

5 fav characters? Luis (ant-man), janis ian (mean girls), tony stark (iron man), emma stone (in all her movies), simon and wilhelm (young royals)

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

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Lazerquest - part 4

Alex Turner x Reader

Chapter 4/?

Description: you are an impulsive bartender who recently moved to London after traveling across the United States and living on the road for a few years. You befriend Alex, a musician who recently got out of a long term relationship, and you show him the ways of your free-spirited lifestyle in an attempt to help him move on from his ex. However, you become more of a muse than a friend for Alex and all is revealed when he releases his band’s fourth studio album, “Suck it and See”.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

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Updates whenever the heck I please (at least once a week) 

Author’s note: hi friends. This is a sucky chapter because im brain dead from work, but i promise things will pick up soon. Ive got big plans for this bad boy, i just need to figure out how to get there.

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“Here she is,” Alex burst, and stopped in front of a beautiful vintage Porsche. Your jaw dropped as he leaned up against the car. It was a beautiful deep green color with tan leather interior, and although it was obviously an old car, it was in pristine condition. 

“Oh my god, Alex, this is yours? Is this a 1969 convertible 911?” You inquired, but you knew the answer. You were a bit of a car geek, and Porsches were some of your favorites. You ran your fingers lightly across the hood in awe, you couldn’t believe you were actually touching such a classic car. Alex had a proud grin on his face.

“Yes ma’am. One of my larger purchases after Favourite Worst Nightmare went platinum. She’s my baby,” Alex beamed, and opened the passenger door for you. “Your chariot awaits, Milady.” 

“Why, thank you Sir,” you imitated Alex’s accent, before stepping into the car. He shut the door behind you and went over to the drivers side.

“I got a brand new sound system put in, it has an auxiliary cord and everything. You can go ahead and hook your phone up to it if you’d like, it’s your adventure so you can pick the music,” Alex said, and handed you a cord. He then turned on the car and shot you a huge grin. You pulled out your brand new IPhone 4 - a going away gift from your best friend back home - and scrolled through Itunes. You settled on another album that reminded you of home: Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Californiacation. As the opening track, Around the World, began playing through the car’s speakers, Alex drove off and out of his apartment complex’s garage. 

“So, where to?” Alex had to yell over the music.

“You know the vintage shop by the place I work?”

“Yeah, the one with all the leather and costumes and shit right?”

“That’s the one!” You chortled. Alex and you exchanged knowing glances before he stepped on the gas and you turned up the music. 

The two of you were speeding through the city, and you thought you looked quite good. Your hair was flowing in the spring breeze, and your leopard fur coat matched the interior of the car perfectly. Alex looked cool as all hell in his oversized aviator sunglasses, and his toned arms resting on the steering wheel of the car made your insides weak. When you’d stop at a traffic light, the people in cars around you would stare and smile at you, and to be honest you liked the attention. You liked being the mysterious girl in a Porsche with Alex Turner. As the 911 pulled up to the vintage shop, you clapped your hands in excitement. 

“I hope you brought your wallet, Turner. We’ve got shopping to do,” you winked at Alex as he opened your door and put a hand out for you to hold onto as you exited the car. What a gentleman.

When you entered the shop, you grabbed Alex’s hand and dragged him towards the huge section of racks containing leather jackets.

“Alright, Al. Remember when I said I knew how to make your outfit perfect? Well here we are. You need a good vintage jacket to match that vintage shirt and vintage car of yours,” you smirked. Alex gave you a massive grin before practically diving into the massive collection of jackets.

“You go look around, Y/N, and I’ll show you the one I choose once I’ve found it. Like some sort of big reveal,” Alex instructed. You ruffled his hair and squeezed his arm before skipping away.

You found yourself in the dress section, like usual, and began digging. Most of them were rather cheesy numbers from the 80’s, but just as you were about to give up and move on, you found a stunning 60’s Mod style dress. It looked like a checkerboard, it was 4 huge grids alternating between black and white. It was a rather stretchy material and was a bit short, which you thought was unusual for the time period, but you knew that it’d just make the dress far more flattering. A huge grin appeared on your face, and you darted to the dressing rooms to try it on.

 Just as you had slipped the dress on, you heard Alex calling your name. You were so eager to see the jacket he had picked out that you didn’t bother to look to see how the dress looked, you opened the curtain to go find Alex. You were surprised to see him waiting for you right outside of your dressing room. Both of your jaws dropped at the sight of each other. Alex looked amazing in his jacket, he had picked a rather worn one in a biker style that looked to be around the 1950’s era. 

“You look like a greaser, Al. Like a modern Danny Zuko or something. It’s fantastic,” you gushed. Alex hadn’t said anything yet, he just looked at you with wide eyes and a little smirk.

“And you look like a modern Twiggy. Absolutely brilliant,” he breathed, before taking a step towards you. He traced the outline of the dress with his large hands, before reaching for the price tag. He was so close you could smell him, this time the sandalwood and cigarette was accompanied by the smell of worn leather. “I’m buying this for you.” 

“Oh no you aren’t, you can buy your own jacket and I’ll buy my own dress. Oh and those SHOES!” you gasped and practically ran to the wall of shoes. You pulled down a pair of chunky soled white go-go boots and squealed when you discovered they were in your size. You put them on right there in the middle of the shop and gave Alex a huge smile. “Thoughts?”

“I don’t think you want to know what I’m thinkin, Love.” Alex’s eyes were glued to you, the corners of his lips curled up into a devious smile. 

You rolled your eyes and gave him a little nudge. “Stop playing, Alex. I’ve got to go take this beauty off, then I want to go look at costume jewelry. Then our day can really start.”

“Brilliant.”

“Be back in a jiffy.”

When you had come out of the dressing room, you found Alex at the front of the shop looking at jewelry. The man behind the counter was showing him a gorgeous yellow diamond choker with a black diamond in the center.

“It’s a 30’s era piece, one of my personal favorites. I think it’d look absolutely lovely on your bird, there,” the man said and nodded towards you and then back at Alex. 

“I think so too, Sir. I’ll take it,” Alex beamed. You blushed when he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip. “And don’t let her pay for those shoes and that dress either, I’ll take care of it.”

You frowned. “Alex, seriously. I can buy my own things.”

“I don’t care, I want to buy them for you.”

“You don’t need to do that for me.”

“Y/N.”

“Alex.”

“Y/N/N.”

“Al. I’m being so serious.”

“Do I need to show you my bank statements? Trust me, it’s nothing. Think of it as a little thank you for staying up with me last night.”

“Alexander….”

“Y/N…..”

“Cut it out and move so I can pay for my shit.”

“Nope. I’m buying them for you.”

“You’re impossible, Al.”

“You love me, Y/N/N.”

**********

Once Alex and you had returned to the car, he took the necklace out of the bag and instructed you to turn around. He wrapped it around your neck and gently moved your hair out of his way so he could fasten it. Once it was on, he turned you back around, and fixed your hair. He was still wearing his new jacket, and you took the moment to admire how good he looked. Neither of you spoke, he just stood there with his hand on your shoulders, smiling down at you. You could feel your cheeks turning pink as the two of you locked gazes. After what felt like an eternity of blissful silence, he chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re an interesting one, you.” He muttered as he opened the door of his car for you. “So, where to next?”

“Not sure. Just travel East till you reach the water. I want to go for a swim,” You hummed. 

Alex looked at you, rather amused, before starting the car. “I know just the place.”

************

By afternoon time, both you and Alex had shed your coats and were driving down a windy, narrow, road, soaking in the sunshine. You had taken off your shoes and your seat belt so you could lounge your legs up on the dash and look up at the sky above you. Alex had put on Room on Fire by The Strokes, and the two of you sang along as you sped towards the beach. He had one arm draped over the steering wheel, the other alternating between playing chords on the air guitar and messing with your hair. 

When the two of you made it to the beach, it was nearly sundown. Alex had taken you to a small village perched on a cliff above a large and sandy seashore, and the two of you parked on a small bluff before hiking down towards the water.

“You know, you said you wanted to swim, but neither of us have swimwear,” Alex called after as you ran down the bluff and onto the beach. You didn’t answer him, though, you just turned to face him and took off your top. Alex was extremely taken-back by what you had just done at first, but when you continued to slip off your shorts and skip down the beach, he caught on and took off his own shirt and jeans. You were quite a bit closer to the water than him when he had done so, but just before you were about to stick your toes in the cold water, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

You let out a little shriek as Alex threw you over his shoulders. He adjusted his arm around your thigh, and began walking deeper into the water.

While helpless in the arms of the musician, you couldn’t help but notice his boxers. “Nice dino undies, Al. Very badass of you.” You gave him a playful slap on the bum and he slightly tightened his grip on your legs.

“Well I’m sorry that I didn’t expect to be getting naked in public today, Y/N. Not all of us can wear an Agent Provacateur set on some random Tuesday.”

You knew Alex was referring to the undergarments you had chosen this morning, and you laughed. Sure, it was a black and lacy number and looked a bit fancy, but it definitely wasn’t Agent Provacateur. “For your information, Al, I got this at Target. And watch your mouth, Buddy, I’m not some slut that just expects to end the night in her bra and undies. I just like to feel put-together.”

“Oh, trust me Y/N, I’m not complaining,” Alex smirked. He was now waist deep in the waves, and still had you on his shoulders. He shifted you down so he was carrying you bridal style, and grinned at you before biting his lip. “Now are you ready to get wet?”

You smirked to yourself a bit. If you had held my thighs like that any longer, Turner, you wouldn’t have had to put me in the water for that to happen.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Alex,” you laughed. When he told you to hold your breath you did, and at that he tossed you into the water. The cold of the ocean bit you the moment you hit the wave’s surface, and you gasped in shock. 

“Jesus it’s cold,” you shrilled. Alex laughed hysterically as you tried to climb on him and out of the water, still shaking due to its temperature. He pushed you off of him, and when an exceptionally large wave came your way he completely submersed himself under it. 

“Bloody hell, you’re right. Fucking freezing.” He yelled as his head popped out from the white caps surrounding the two of you. “Why’d you want to do this, Y/N?”

“Well, you’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!”

“Well then there you go, my plan worked out  perfectly,” you beamed. The late afternoon sun gave Alex a golden tint, and with the combination of his wet curls and the waves surrounding him, you thought he looked something like a Greek god. The thought made you let out a breathy laugh, which caused Alex to scrunch his nose at you. 

“Making fun of my Dinosaur boxers again, Y/N?”

You faked a gasp and put a hand over your chest dramatically. “I would never!”

“Then why are you staring, Love?” 

Shit.

“Just trying to figure out how I can get you back under the water,” you sniggered. Alex began swimming away from you, so you chased after him and when you were close enough you put your arms around his neck. “Gotcha!”

“Oh, do you know?” Alex chuckled, and hooked his hands under your armpits. He lifted you all the way up and out of the water, causing you to giggle like a schoolgirl. When he put you back into the water, you wrapped your legs around his torso and placed your hands on either side of his face. Alex pressed his forehead to yours, and you looked into each other’s eyes.

The two of you were so close you felt like you could feel the atoms between you, and a massive smile painted itself across your face. 

“You’ve got gorgeous eyes, Y/N,” Alex whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear over the roaring of the ocean. His comment caused your cheeks to turn as pink as the sunset behind you. 

“As do you, Alex.” The two of you were still wrapped in each other’s arms, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. “Now, take me back to shore before it gets too dark. We’ve still got items left on our agenda.”

Alex furrowed his brows before turning around and allowing you to climb on his back. “What more could you possibly have in store for us, Y/N.”

“You’ll see.”

“You know, being with you is like constantly getting left on a cliffhanger.”

“I like that, Al.”

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Shot To The Heart (And You’re To Blame)

A Sanders Sides Fanfiction

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, guns and shooting (Though this is a laser tag game, but still) If I need to add anything, please let me know

Pairings: Prinxiety, Loceit

Description: The boys play laser tag and two of them decide to take a risk

Word Count: 1,321

You can also find the story here on ao3

Virgil let out a sigh as Patton parked the car. “Aw, come on kiddo, cheer up! This’ll be fun! A good bonding experience. Plus Logan and Roman are gonna meet us here too!” Patton looked over to see his best friend scowling.

“Ugh, just great, Princey is gonna be here? Well at least I’ll get to shoot him,” Virgil grumbled as he unbuckled and got out of the car. Patton followed suit and laughed.

“That’s the spirit, sorta! Let’s go inside, maybe they’re already here.”

Virgil reluctantly followed. Curse his inability to tell Patton no. He didn’t exactly love the idea of playing laser tag, but honestly any chance to one-up that gorgeous yet insufferable narcissist and he’d take it. A thought crossed his mind and he hurried to catch up.

“Hey Pat, is Dee coming too?”

Patton was already at the door at that point, holding it open. “Yeah, they’re right here!” He gestured inside to where Roman, Logan and Dee were standing by the counter, chatting about something or other.

Virgil’s gaze lingered on Roman despite himself. He was in dark jeans and that red and white jacket of his. He looked incredible, and Virgil couldn’t deny it. Anything Roman wore made him look incredible. “Seriously, someone that annoying has no right looking as good as he does.”

Almost as if he heard his thoughts, Roman turned to see Virgil staring. He grinned, striking a dramatic, elegant pose. Virgil rolled his eyes when Roman winked. “Like what you see, Hot Topic?”

Virgil glared, hoping the dim lighting in the building would hide his blush. He drew himself up to his full height (which was only a couple inches taller than Roman but still), smirked, and quipped “Aw, Princey, you think I’m hot.”

Roman sputtered in indignation, but Virgil ignored this, choosing to go over to Dmitri instead. The shorter boy was adjusting the trans pride pin on his shirt. “Hey Dee. So Patton roped you guys into this too, huh?” Dmitri gave him a warm smile and hugged him.

“Yeah, but once I heard Logan was coming too, it didn’t take much else to convince me.” Dmitri gazed longingly at Logan and sighed. Logan remained blissfully unaware of this as he talked to Patton about some book he’d read, gesturing excitedly with his hands.

Virgil let out a low chuckle. “He’s still clueless as ever I see.”

Dmitri pouted, then raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at a spot somewhere behind Virgil. “Not nearly as clueless as you are, V.”

Virgil turned to see where Dee was looking at and saw Roman paying the person at the counter and shrugging off his jacket. He scowled again, steadfastly trying not to check Roman out. “Very funny, Dee. Don’t start that again; there’s no way we like each other.”

“Whatever you say. I still think I’m right, though.” Virgil sighed and gave Dmitri a playful shove.

“Come on you guys, we’re about to start! The first round is a short free-for-all, I think.” Patton said as he beckoned everyone to follow him. They were given vests and plastic guns. The employee assisting them was reciting all the rules in a monotonous voice.

Roman moved to stand right next to Virgil, nudging him. “Get ready to be absolutely destroyed, Emo Nightmare.”

“In your dreams, Princey.”

A bell sounded, and everyone rushed inside. Virgil found a good hiding spot and waited, sneaking shots at other players. He could hear Patton giggling, and then Roman called, “Where are you hiding, Doctor Gloom? Come out and face me!”

Virgil smirked as he peeked out to shoot at a girl passing by and was pleased to see her vest light up red.

“You gotta come find me, Princey!” Virgil spotted Roman and shot, but Roman dodged it. He let out a curse and sprinted to another spot before Roman could find him. He looked out and saw Roman dart around a corner.

Virgil smirked and followed him, careful to stay out of sight of the other players.

***

Dmitri ran up the stairs, preferring to take a higher vantage point. He glimpsed Patton being chased by another player, laughing. Virgil and Roman were taking shots at one another, no surprise there. Logan, however, was nowhere to be found. Just as he was about to take aim at another player, his vest lit up red.

“Damn it!” Dmitri turned, prepared to shoot the culprit back. He saw Logan running away, only stopping to shoot other players.

“Did you seriously just shoot me, Logan? I thought we were friends!” he called out, not really expecting a response. Logan turned, running backwards and grinning as he adjusted his glasses.

“That is the point of this game, is it not?” Logan called back, making Dmitri laugh.

“Alright, nerd, you wanna play like that, huh?” Dmitri made his way to where he’d seen Logan run off to, taking shots at other players along the way. It took him a bit but he finally saw Logan’s hiding spot.

“Perfect opportunity for an ambush.”

***

This was it. Time to show Roman up, see how he liked losing for a change. Another, more unexpected thought crossed his mind: “What if I did something else besides shoot him? What if Dee’s right and he does like me?” Virgil took a deep breath and glanced at the timer on the wall. Ten seconds left in this round. “Now or never, Sanders.”

Virgil snuck up behind Roman and grabbed him, shoving him against the wall. The other boy gasped in surprise but didn’t manage to say anything before Virgil kissed him. Roman, for his part, was so shocked by this turn of events that he dropped his gun. Virgil broke off the kiss, smirked at Roman’s stunned expression, shot him just a second before the buzzer sounded, and walked away.

***

Dmitri took a deep breath before moving to stand right in front of Logan. He was aiming at another person but lowered his plastic gun before he could shoot. “Dee, what are you-” he started to say, but was interrupted by Dmitri grabbing his tie and tugging him down so he could kiss him. Logan’s eyes widened in surprise, gun slipping out of his hand and clattering to the floor. Dmitri pulled away and shot Logan in the chest, his vest lighting up red as the buzzer sounded. Before Logan could say or do anything, Dmitri winked at him then walked away.

***

Virgil’s heart was pounding in his chest. He didn’t get too far away from Roman before he heard a voice call out “You fiend, get back here!” Virgil turned to see Roman running up to him.

“How dare you kiss me then walk away!” Roman seemed genuinely offended, and Virgil flinched inwardly.

“Listen, Princey, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” Virgil said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.

It was Roman’s turn to smirk as he settled his hands on Virgil’s hips, pulling him close. “What makes you think I don’t want it to happen again?”

Virgil blushed fiercely, wrapping his arms around Roman’s shoulders. “Oh? If that’s the case, you gotta buy me dinner first.”

Roman laughed. “Hey, you kissed me first, shouldn’t you be the one buying me dinner?” The two walked out of the laser tag room holding hands, much to Patton’s delight.

***

Dmitri made it down the stairs and out of the room to see Patton flapping his hands excitedly. Virgil and Roman were laughing, hands intertwined. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Logan turning his gun and vest in at the counter.

“Hey, Lo.” Logan turned to face him, his face tinged with pink.

“Dmitri, I… wow.” Logan seemed nervous as he adjusted his tie. “I didn’t, um, what I mean to say is, will you go on a date with me tomorrow evening?”

Dee smiled and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Hero

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRIENDS HAVE SOME FLUFF! OMG truly what a great day. This happened after watching An Unexpected Journey again and I freaked out over my baby’s safety even though I know what happens and that he’s fine in that one! Ugh. Such stress. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story and the whole day! Whoooo! As always, everyone lives always. 

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,522

Warnings: SPOILERS lol you’ve all seen the movie but still, FLUFF, leetle angst for plot.

Summary: Fili comforts his wife (Y/N) when she gets upset by the stories about the dangers the dwarfs faced on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

ALSO KURDUWE = MY HEART AKA MY NEW FAVORITE WORD SQUEAL BYE (also hey! this is a photo edit I made yay!)

Supper had run long into the night. You had been sitting in your usual seat between Fili and Kili for hours now, drinking and listening to the stories of the company. It had been a few weeks since you were all able to dine together and the energy was high and the ale was flowing. You leaned back in your seat and pictured the tales you’d heard countless times, enjoying every second of it. Even Thorin was letting loose and telling stories of his few shenanigans with Dwalin when everyone lived in the Blue Mountains.

You couldn’t remember quite how many mugs of drink you’d taken yourself but you did your best to keep up with them. Whenever you laughed extra hard or asked about a detail of some fudged story, Fili’s fingers would brush over yours and squeeze them. You even caught him staring a few times and it shot excitement and desire into your stomach. You knew that look of his well and could only imagine what he had in store for you when you returned to your shared chambers.

‘Well, at least I wasn’t reduced to throwing burning pine cones at him!” Dwalin bellowed over the table in answer to Thorin’s teasing. “Remember that, eh?”

Kili groaned but held a bright grin on his face. “Yes, Dwalin, we remember. Even (Y/N) knows the story so well she could tell it herself.” He slung an arm around you and you laughed even though you hated that story. It never failed to send your gut into your throat. You sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Forced up into the trees, no less!” Dwalin went on.

You looked down and watched Fili’s thumb run over your knuckles as he held your hand tightly. Your gazes met and you couldn’t help but smile at his blue eyes that were shining with the late hour and the many drinks.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I’m tellin’ ya a story!” Dwalin’s cry made your head spin around to him.

“I’m so sorry. Please, go on.” You did a pretty good job of hiding your chuckle until Kili shot you a look with a roll of his eyes.

“So, there we are,” Dwalin said, “Climbin’ the trees like ladders- and let me tell you, I can make a good ladder-”

“Best ladders in all of Erebor!” Thorin said with his drink raised high in the air. Cheers followed and Dwalin grumbled over them.

Dwalin stood, slamming his hand on the table to silence the crowd. Then he held his mug out in front of him. “And we can see ‘em comin’. They’re running like a giant’s on their tail and they’re headed straight fer us. Ori, here, he’s pissin’ his trousers-”

“I was not!” Ori cried. He looked to you in desperation over the commotion that followed. “I did not!”

You reached over the table to him. “I believe you, Ori. Let Dwalin have his fun, hm?”

Ori slunk back in his seat and you chuckled, again turning your attention to the other head of the table. Everyone grew quiet again, knowing what was coming, but wanting to hear it from Dwalin again like a bunch of dwarflings sitting at his feet.

“We’re stuck in the trees, every last one of us, with no place left to go. Can’t reach ‘em with our swords or axes, we can only wait until they come to us. The nasty demon wargs are snarlin’ and snappin’ at us, waiting for their command when out of the trees comes the devil himself. I couldna  believe me eyes. Azog was alive and he was after blood, he was. Thought Thorin was gonna shit his trousers.”

All laughed at that, but you couldn’t get a smile to crack your stern countenance. You’d heard the stories over and over about how many times the company cheated death on their quest to Erebor and most of them you could handle by now but this one sent your stomach bubbling every time you were forced to listen to it. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Fili’s hand completely enveloping yours and you tried hard to distance yourself from the story and swallow the lump growing in your throat.

Dwalin’s fist slamming the table made you jump. “’Bring me their heads! Drink their blood!’ And then they were after us. Bitin’ off the branches below with their huge teeth. The size of Glamdring, their teeth were!” There was some argument to that, but he continued. “Tree after tree fallin’ so we had to jump to the next one and pray we caught a branch unless we fell right into their jaws. Gloin, he almost fell right down to the ground, but I caught him and threw ‘im with all my might to the last tree in the row! Don’t lie, Gloin, you know it’s true!” Dwalin leaned his hands on the table and lowered his voice, making everyone else creep in. “Every last one of us on that last wee little tree and BOOM! It falls and holds to the ground by one root! And we’re all hangin’ over the damn cliff waitin’ for the wargs to come and snatch us off one by one!”

You sucked in a breath and turned to Fili. “I’m tired, amrâlimê.” You whispered under the story telling. “I’m going to bed, but you stay here and have your fun.” You smiled, took his chin in your fingers and kissed his lips before sneaking out of your seat.

“Don’t leave now!” Thorin yelled to you, but you waved him off.

“You’re gonna miss the best part! Your husband there, he threw the first pine cone!” Dwalin bellowed.

“Oh, I know all about Fili’s heroics,” you said, barely turning to them to hide the tears stuck in your eyes. You thanked Mahal your voice sounded strong and unaffected by your emotion. “Good night, all.”

They called their answer to you and you hurried out of the hall before you heard any more of the story. The moment you reached the corridor, you felt your tears finally fall down your face and you wiped them away with a huffed groan. How ridiculous were you being? They’re all fine! You knew how the story ended. But knowing they were in that much danger-

Your eyes flew open when you felt warm hands on your cheeks. Fili stood before you and kissed your forehead. You sighed. “You weren’t supposed to follow me.”

“How could I not when I know you’re upset, kurduwê?” he said.

You ran your hands over his sides and rested them on either side of his waist. “I’m being absurd! But I just-I cannot listen to those stories, Fili.”

“It’s all right,” he whispered, swiping his thumbs over your cheekbones. “I know that. And Dwalin knows it as well when he hasn’t been guzzling ale for hours on end.”

“He’s proud of what you accomplished. As he should be! And as I am. But knowing that you were in so much danger… And Kili as well- all of them, I’ll never be able to joke about such things. And I have enough to fuel my nightmares without picturing it all over again.” You sniffed, feeling more tears tug at your chest and Fili pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms tight around you. Your voice caught in your throat. “It hurts, amrâlimê. I don’t know any other way to explain the feeling.” You tried to hold in a sob but it found its way out anyway.

His fingers ran through your hair and he placed countless soft kisses on your temple as he held you close. When your breathing slowed, he said, “I don’t like hearing the stories either.”

“No?”

“Nothing seems heroic or glorious when you think you’re about to die. It’s terrifying. I don’t like reliving those moments or hearing the tales grow tall and untrue.”

“Are you telling me that Dwalin didn’t actually throw Gloin a hundred feet in the air?” you asked.

Fili laughed and you reveled in the sound and the feeling of it rolling through his chest under your hands. He leaned to your lips and kissed you, and then led you through the corridors with a hand around your waist. “Let’s go to bed, kurduwê. Where we’re both safe, hm?”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Yes, please. I can’t wait to slide into bed and fall asleep until midday tomorrow,” you chuckled.

You felt Fili nose your neck. “And what if I have other plans for you?” he growled in your ear.

“What kind of plans?” you asked, spinning out of his arms and sloping against the door to your chambers when you reached it. His eyes had grown dark as he stared at you and bent to kiss your neck.

“You know exactly what kind of plans,” he said.

You giggled and ran inside, squealing when he swatted at your bottom under your skirts. “Hey!”

“What? I threw the first pine cone! Don’t I deserve a handful every now and then?”

“Get in here, hero,” you said, watching him close the door behind him.

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Hannibal - Ep1 - Reaction

Okay, so this is starting because of @quartermastercandlestickmaker​ and @todorokisrose​ [yes, y’all both gettin’ tagged in the annoouncement and this one. I need to be clear on who is causing my suffering.]

I’m here in this hole now. This dark pit.

This is not a live-blogging of my watch, but I am writing this live. So, writing live posting later. If that makes sense. I’ll have one post per episode and after I’ll compile them all into a master list.

Spoilers ahead.

What a grand opening my dudes. Thrilling music. He’s got that “he fucked up” face going on. WAIT NO HE’S SHERLOCKING THE SHIT. OH COOL. NO WONDER I SAW SOOME FANART OF THEM BEING BFFS. Oh, I like this. Weird effects flex but I dig it.Ooooooooooo I was not expecting that voice. IS THIS WHERE THE “THIS IS MY DESIGN” SHIT CAME FROM WHAT THE FUCK Have I known this more than I thought.

Also low-key bitch *looks* like a psychopath no wonder what is gonna happen happens. Oh rip Mrs. Marlow ;;~;; that was a hard change bro.

I don’t wanna think about ---

BITCH THIS *IS* WHERE THE THIS IS MY DESIGN SHIT CAME FROM OH M Y G O D

Also Laurence Fishbourne god bless I love him.

It’s difficult for me to be social too, fam. LAURANCE WHY DID YOU FIX HIS GLASSES THAT WAS SO WE IR D???? Also bro same I love you, Will Graham, you funky little sociopath.

“Every girl is a candy bar” mhm okay thanks for that. Will and this sociable thing is really fucking me bro minus the serial killer obsession/profession/vibe.

Laurence Fishbourne is an amazing actor but I’m also digging the dude playing Will (srry names are my weakness so his name is Will.)

Oooooo booi. I recognize Katz from fanart she’s a popular one right. But we’re going upstairs.

I’m so worried about opening the door

Oh

Oh

Oh no

He knew

This bitch been knew

Holy shit

I like the whole thing with eye contact. I’ve seen the gif where it’s mentioned but I like how it’s subtle and not overly emphasized so far. Oh we’re flashing back again. Poor Elise. It’s a super interesting story technique using him as the killer. Also damn bitch “you unstable” you’re such a nosy bitch how were you interrupted when you were asked not to enter

Now everyone is here

Antlers promote healing mhm okay

I wanna hug him but I also don’t want to make him uncomfortable with contact. IS HE STOPPING FOR A DOG OH ,Y HO GOD. I’D DIE FOR THIS MAN. I’D DIE FOR THIS MAN. HE STOPPED FOR A DOG. HEWENT BACK FOR THE DOG OMGH THIS MAN THIS MAN IS,,,,, he adopted a fucking stray dog. This man is lovely. I love this man. This -- HE DOES IT TO MULTIPLE DOOGS OH MY GOD I WANNA MARRY HIM ANDHAVE WINSTON AND EVERYBODY AND OMOG HE’S SUCH A LOVELY STRANGE CREATURE.

Where are we now. In a dream state? OH SHIT WE ARE THAT’S A BODY AND A HEARTBEAT IN MY EAR WHAT THE FUCK ahhhh fun nightmares I love it. Oh shit the towels. Bro. There are quite a few visuals happening.

“USE THE LADIES ROOM” dafsjhg

Stop yelling at him ;;~;;

Woah  this is a lot to unpack in this scene you can see Will like slipping omg. It’ss almost unsettling him not having eye contact but like I know the reason for it and therefore it’s just impressive acting and not like unsettling of the actor to do that if that makes sense? I really am impressed by that level of commitment to not have a “look at the camera” to keep showing how he won’t look at other people.

Ooo this is one of the lady psych talkers which is like on the Graham side while the blonde one is for Hannibal, right even tho Hannibal is a brain doc. ALANA that’s her name and that might be how you spell it. She doesn’t want him out there but Laurence needs  her to be his back  up. (Oh, his name is Jack.) JACK DONT MAKE PROMISES WILL CAN AND WILL GET CLOSE.

WHAT THE FUCK  IS THIS SHOW WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE SHADWS AND THE ANTLERS PIERCING HER OH MY GOD WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS SHOW I THOUGHT THE VISUALS I HAD SEEN IN FAN ART WAS JUST LIKE FANON  IMPOSED OMOG “SOMETHING WRONG WITH  THE MEAT” O G M OOG HE’S EATING THEM FUCK

Is this

Is this my bitch

MY BITCH MADS OH MY GOD.

I love him. He’s so unconventionally handsome. He looks like he’d kill and eat me but I’d thank him for it, yanno? Oops.

No nonsense MM handing this crying man some tissues I love it. “I hate being this neurotic” omg the mood also Hannibal’s glance to the tissue is fucking amazing??? V Subtle Acting /cries in beauty

Franklyn, the lion isn’t in the room boy (just discovered I might wanna put subtitles on but they’re not working so rip)

Frankie boy got so scared by that comment thanks, Dr. Lector.

Mhm no secretary that’s,,, suspicious,,,, “sad to see her go” mhm okay sure Jan

Oh this bitch does draw oh my god john hopkins internship and all. Laurence is impressed and Mads is “mhm are you gonna try something” sdajkfgh A LAYMAN DAMN aww he’s like “oomg you’re so amazing dr. mr. sir”

OH THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM HERE WE GO BBY

FUCKKK IT BEGINS

SORRY HE’S GIVING THE WHOLE DOWNLOW

“Associations come quickly-” “so do forts”

QEFJWahgrsdfdkq WHAT THE FUCK

THIS IS LITERAL THE FIRST DAMN CONVERSATION HE HAS WITH HIM. I KNEW THE CONVERSATION ABOUT EYE CONTACT WAS ONE OF THEIR FIRST, BUT THIS IS THE LITERAL FIRST WITH THE ADDED BONUS OF HE ACTUALLY MAKES E Y E C O N T A C T OOMGGG??!?!?!?!

Oh ;;~;; “YOU WONT LIKE ME WHEN I’M PSYCHOANAYLYZED” im this is very flirtatious als jack you’re like br  o

So he’s the King of Empathy. He’s,,, helping Will see his own face,,, mhm,,,,, what does that say about you, Dr. Lector?

He’s mocking where he was apologetic is this maybe noT

FJAGUDIS

SHIT THOSE ARE LUNGS

OH

“HE HAS A DAUGHTER SAME AGE” O H B O  Y THAT’S UH DADDY HAS SOME ISSUES WITH BABY LEAVING HOME

Also this is a copy cat dklafjsghjfd OH DAMN THAT SNAP BACK ABOUT DR. LECTOR FFUCKK MAN.

Also,, I  can see why this show,, caused issues,,, a man should not look handsome while eating fucking lungs.

More visions I cannot even

What does this

What the hell is this

Dr. Lector showing up at his house o h .

IS HE FEEDING HIM FUCKING LUNGS BITCH OH MY GD ON A FIRST DATE???

“God forbid we become friendly”

“I don’t find you that interesting”

This smells,,, like a ship,,, mhm,,,,

Breath will damn breath slow and use the words omg

Mhm ookay “we’re just alike” in the first bit…

Uncle Jack sees him as a fine china tea cup. That’s hilarious.

“How do you see me?” says Will.

“The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by,” replies Hannibal WHILE WILL IS KEEPING EYE CONTACT.

OH MY GOD. MHM. KAY. IM OKAY. THIS IS OKAY.

So is there a reason -- “plain but pretty” hannibal gives a look -- is there a reason no official officer is accompanying them like????? They’re both not??? FBI????

Damn hannibal spilling shit everywhere.

HE’S USING A TISSUE TO PICK UP THE PHONE

TO CALL HIS DAUGHTER

MHMMMM?????????

Wait no he’s calling someone else

Who is this

OH HE’S CALLING GARRETT. OH. wait is he helping other cannibals get away. What the fuck. You can’t do that, Hannibal. Is there a fuckking cannibal union yall get together and trrade recipes.

OH NO GARRETT MURDERED HIS WIFE AND KID DIDNT HE OH NO

OH PLEASE NO

Wait we’re back to reality

This back and forth is trippy

Oh

H  N

OH  NO

FUCK YU HANNIBAL AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING CANNIBAL CLAN THIS PR WOMAN :(((((((((

I do love how this built up to Hannibal being the cannibal but it was Hobbs. NFIEGSIBFD

HOBBS NO

FUCK HIM UP WILL

(also I guess Will technically is FBI that probably helps lmao)

Oh no

O h n o

Dont whisper at him to see bitch

Oh no

Will

Will it’s

Oh no

>:((((((((((((((((((( hannibal Imma fuck you up

Will honey let someone clean your glasses. Does she survive? I hope the girl survives. The Traitor Cannibal Bitch is going with them. Mhm.

Alana tryin’ to protect him. (Does she like him? I got bad news, babe, he’s gonna fall in love with a man-eater.)

shE SURVIVED??? AND HANNIBAL IS THERE WITH HER???? OMOG??? DOES HE FEEL BAD YET YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU READ THE CANNIBAL WRONG AND HE NEARLY MURDERED HIS FAMILY wait is this chick who everyone calls their daughter oomg??? Is this her????

WHAT WAS THIS SHOW OMG WHAT WAS THIS SHOW

[all-hail-the-witcher]

Soft but angst Ralbert where one of them has had a day that starts taking a toll on them emotionally, and when it all climaxes they start having a panic attack over something small like forgetting socks and someone else in the friend group snaps at them because “it’s just socks” and tells them to get it together and then the other half of the ship gets super protective of the one whose panicking and snaps at the friend who snapped and then helps the boyf??? Is that too complicated???

WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THATSAPH IS BACK WITH THE REQUESTSYEEEEET_________ship: ralberrtttttt what elsegenre: flangst, s o m f o r twarnings: Very Descriptive panic attack, shitty pet names, Finch is an asshole accidentallywords: like uhh 1200editing: i thinkst the fuckst not_________

There wasn't a single thing Race hated more than his brain. Why did it choose to freak out over the smallest, most trivial things? He didn't know. Why did it seek out dark corners to dwell upon? He also didn't know. Why did it choose to freak out at the worst possible time? You guessed it, he didn't know.

He strolled into rehearsal that morning, hand in hand with his boyfriend Albert, fully aware of the rocky state of his stomach and the fuzziness clouding his mind that he couldn't seem to shake. He had had woken up in a panic, feeling dangerously lightheaded after a nightmare that had left him on edge at three am, followed soon after by breaking a glass in the kitchen while eating breakfast which subsequently caused him and Albert to miss the subway, and when they did finally get on an older man had flipped him the finger after he leaned heavily onto Albert’s shoulder and planted a kiss on his cheek. Luckily, Albert had been occupied with something on his phone, and hadn’t noticed the tears that threatened to spill from Race’s eyes, otherwise he would be bandaging his knuckles in a walgreens bathroom right now.

Race forced himself to take a deep breath as he placed his bag down on the bench in the locker room, blocking out the deafening chatter around him as he slowly and deliberately pressed the pad of his thumb to each of his fingers, using his other hand to root around in his dance bag for a pair of socks, making sure to focus on his breathing as he-

Where were his socks?

He swore he had packed them.

Breathing forgotten, he navigated through the contents of his dance bag at random, pulling out stray shoes, shirts and a few plastic water bottles, until all of his belongings were strewn across the bench and the surrounding floor, no socks in sight.

His vision began to blur as he shoved the haphazard items back into his bag, some landing on the floor because of his trembling hands. Blinking hard and forcing himself to swallow the rising unnecessary panic in his throat, he stumbled over to where Albert was chatting with Finch as he pulled on his warm up clothes. Upon seeing Race approaching, he smiled brightly, an action that Race fought to return. He couldn't let Albert know he was slipping right now, it had been weeks since the last time this had happened and he had been doing so well.

“Hey broski, what's up?” Albert leaned against the wall casually, his signature smirk playing across his lips.

Race smiled shakily. “Do you, uh, have a pair of….socks i could borrow?” He ducked his head slightly, fighting against the tightness consuming his chest.

“Yeah, of course,” Albert said, turning his back to Race to dig through his bag. As he did so, Race began to feel his nerves lessen. He would make it through this, he would be okay, he would be-

“Jeez dude,” Finch said suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Don't lose your mind over it, it’s just a pair of damn socks.”

Race felt his breathing pick up again as he saw his hands visibly begin to shake in front of him. He knew he wasn't okay, he knew he was sinking, but it felt like he was experiencing it from an outside perspective and there was nothing he could do but stand there, rooted in place and let the all too familiar feeling of hopelessness and dread wash over him that came with an attack.

In a last attempt at sanity he felt his eyes flick up to Albert, who was just turning back around, a pair of socks in hand.

•••

“Finch, what the hell,” Albert hissed, dropping the socks he was holding and hurdling over the bench, focus trained on Race who was half slumped over, clutching his arms to his body as he shook violently.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I don't wanna hear it,” Albert snapped loudly, lowering his voice significantly as he noticed Race’s recoil at his tone of voice. “Just go, okay? You’ve done enough damage.” He didn't look up, but the quick footsteps and bang of the door shutting indicated quite clearly that Finch had left.

“Hey dude,” Albert whispered softly, standing in front of Race. “Can you hear me?”

Race’s head moved in a tiny nod and Albert sighed in relief. At least it hadn’t gotten really bad yet, he could still pull him out.

“Think you can sit down?”

When Race failed to respond, Albert tried again. “I’ll do it with you, see?” Albert sat down slowly on the floor, watching as Race slowly followed, his shaking legs threatening to buckle, but making it to the ground all the same.

“Good, that’s good,” Albert praised, keeping his hands in his lap where Race could see them. “Can you look at me, Racer?”

Slowly, Race’s tear filled blue eyes lifted to meet Albert’s. They were glazed over, and darted away every few seconds, but he was still trying and Albert was immensely proud of him for that.

“Yes, just like that,” Albert smiled gently, keeping his voice low and steady despite the nerves that were seeking into his stomach. He hated seeing Race like this. “I need you to breathe with me, okay? Let’s take a nice big breath in…” He sucked the air in through his nose in an over exaggerated fashion, and Race followed with a much shakier one. “Good, now hold,” Albert directed, holding for four beats, watching Race carefully. “And blow out,” he said, expelling the air through his mouth. “Good, Racer, you’re doing great,” he assured, beginning the breathing process again.

As he guided Race through the measured breaths, he let his mind wander. How had he not noticed Race was slipping? Sure it had been a few weeks since his last panic attack, and he’d been making good progress, but he should have picked up on the signs, then maybe Race wouldn’t be struggling to breathe right now, maybe-

“Al…?”

Albert was ripped suddenly from his thoughts by a soft, unsteady voice.

“Yes?”

Race twisted his hands in his lap for a second before opening his arms sheepishly, his quiet voice barely heard above the music seeping in from the studio. “Hug?”

“Of course, I got you cupcake.” Albert gently pulled Race into his lap, beginning to rub gentle circles into the back of his hands as he hummed quietly.

“I’m safe, right?” Race muttered into Albert’s shoulder after several more long minutes of calming breaths.

“Yes, you’re safe,” Albert assured, running his fingers through Races hair. “You’re okay. I’m okay. We’re okay. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” Race mumbled, yawning slightly.

“You can rest. I got you.” Albert said, shifting into a more comfortable position as Race began to nod off.

“I love you,” Race whispered tiredly as his eyes began to fall closed.

“I love you too cupcake,” Albert smiled fondly. It didn’t matter to him that Race had had an attack. All that mattered was that he was okay, and he would be there for him next time.

__________

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shitty piano player al headcanons

oop 

-has been playing since he was smol

-im talking,,,five

-was that tiny child that would plink out ode to joy way to forcefully at concerts cuz he didn’t have a concept of dynamics yet uhh

-as he grew older, he got more attached.  Like it was always something he could go back to

-whenever he passes the piano in his house or the keyboard in his apartment he jus like plunks on random keys in passing cuz he’s extra like that

-so like when he gets into new artists or albums, he immediately buys the piano book for it cuz he likes being able to do something physical with his obsessions

-has written a few melodies of his own, but hasn’t done anything with them

-so like,,, race loves his piano playing

-and boi has nightmares sometimes so like when that happens, al jus takes him to the piano and they sit together on the bench and al jus plays through song after song until race falls back asleep on his shoulder

-al teaches race little tunes he wants to learn here and there and race loves it

-when he finally gets songs down he turns to al with the biggest smile and is like “i did it holy shit!”

-al plays shit for race to dance to no tea (thanks whiz for that one)

-ok so like al is an Angry Boi and isn’t v good at dealing with those feelings

-so he uses piano as an outlet for that Anger (becuz he learned v quick that punching walls is a No)

-so if he feels himself nearing like an angry episode he forces himself to go to the piano and jus play

-(race has def found him angrily and loudly playing through random shit with tears running down his face,,what???)

-anyway boi loves piano and yeah lov that for him

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anywho time to torture spottie

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[starrysence]

62. “Please, don’t cry.” with sprace but could you make it really fluffy? thx i love your writing and your blog! :D

aw thank you anon!! i tried to make this as fluffy as i could but i honestly could not work my way around this prompt without at least a LITTLE bit of angst so i hope thats ok!!

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genre: fLaNgSt

words: 599 

warnings: slightly graphic images of blood?? idk but theres blood man, uhhh nightmares,

×××

the last thing spot expects to see is bloodied fingers after he reaches out to cup race’s cheek, heart shattering at the way his breath stutters at even the slightest physical contact.

“tonio, who- who did this to you?” he asks, words laced with worry and fear and anger and so many other indescribable emotions.

“doesn’t matter, darlin’,” race chuckles and coughs, and then wipes at his nose. he doesn’t seem fazed by the blood on his knuckles as he studies them. “it’s too late now, anyways.”

“no! no, don’t talk like that, racer, you’re gonna be fine.” spot can see the tears clouding his vision of the boy in front of him and he has to choke back a sob. “please, you have to be fine…”

“hey… you’ll be okay,” race tells spot quietly. he weakly grabs spot’s hand and kisses the back of it, giving it a faint squeeze and managing to smile at spot. “i love you, sean.”

and then race’s hand goes cold and limp in spot’s hold, and the sobs he’s been holding back for so long finally escape him.

“spot!”

the name causes him to sit up abruptly, eyes watery as he attempts to adjust to the sudden darkness that envelops the room. his voice comes out as a whisper when he speaks. “racer?”

“yeah, it’s just me… it’s racer,” race says softly, wrapping his arms around spot cautiously. when spot leans into his touch, he strengthens his embrace and holds the smaller boy close to his chest. “baby, you’re shaking… did you have a bad dream again?”

“yes,” spot says, unable to help the sob that slips from him. “god, race, i don’t know when they’ll stop… i really hate the idea of seein’ you so hurt, or- or losing you—”

“hey,” race cuts him off gently, “i promise you’re not gonna lose me… not for a long, long time, sweetheart. i’m not goin’ anywhere unless you want me to.” he kisses the top of spot’s head and runs a hand through his hair, knowing it always calms spot down.

“i’m sorry, tonio,” spot whispers. his tears begin to fall before he can blink them away. “i’m sorry for always wakin’ you because of these damn dreams…”

race shakes his head and takes spot’s face in his hands, carefully, as if holding any tighter would shatter the boy in front of him. “please, don’t cry…” he whispers, jokingly adding, “you know i’ll cry if you cry.”

spot sniffles and chuckles a little bit, “okay, but you cry about everything.”

race grins brightly, and spot can’t help but smile. sometimes the taller boy practically radiates sunshine, especially when he grins.

“there’s my spotti—!”

“don’t call me that.”

race laughs and plants a kiss on spot’s forehead, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “alright, but i’m real proud of you, you know that?”

spot raises an eyebrow, confused. “what for?”

“i remember the first time you had a nightmare while we were sharin’ a bed. you wouldn’t even let me look at ya, spot, let alone touch ya. what did you say to me when i asked you why you hid your face from me?”

“i… um, i said i didn’t want you to see me cry,” spot recalls, gaze shifting to his lap.

“yeah, and i’m proud ‘cause you’ve come real far since then, sweetheart,” race says softly, smiling. “and now that you’ve got me wide awake, how’s about we go start that show al and dave won’t shut up about?”

spot laughs quietly, “you mean the good place?”

“yeah, that one!”

×××

can you tell i adore casual dialogue endings? ANYWAYS i hope you enjoyed this!!!! lil thing!! im hopin to be on a writing kick today

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[felix-loves-albert-and-ralb-blog]

killing in angsty fanfiction you say! amazing! well you said you were lookin through the ralbert tag so idk kill Al he’s my fav as you probably know—fizz

oh yay he’s my fav too and i love killing him

warnings: death, violence, claustrophobia, swearing, blood, sort of self harm and suicide?

paring: ralbert

canon era

albert’s pov

To put it shortly, the Refuge sucks. It’s a never ending shithole of torture, both physical and emotional.

I’m here with Race, so it’s nice seeing him when neither of us are being beaten to a pulp in the basement, but it only makes it worse when one of us is.

I know he can hear every scream that escapes my lips, but the pain is just too much to handle.

And the worst part is, all of it is meaningless to Snyder.

I know he’s only soaking me to get to Race, it’s pretty obvious.

I try to be as annoying as I can, just so I can feel like I actually deserve the punishment, but Snyder sees right through that. Strangely, that’s when he ignores me.

I wish I weren’t a tool.

Just something that can be used to Snyder’s advantage.

Not even a person, an object, something as inanimate as his belt or switchblade.

“Y’know Spider, I was thinkin’ for a moment there that ya actually cared about me.” I comment in a break between hits.

“Interesting.” Snyder muses. “Because I think you know that I give exactly zero shits about you.”

“Yeah, ya wanna hurt Racer by hurtin’ me, blah blah blah. You do realize it’s not workin’ though, right? He knows I can take a beating.”

“That’s why I have a new strategy.” Snyder sneers.

I frown, wondering what he’s talking about. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.

I’ve heard of some of Snyder’s other punishments, dealt with them even, but it sounds like he has something new in mind.

And then the door at the top of the basement stairs opens and I know I’m in deep shit.

Race is fighting against the guards holding him, but to no avail. He’s already so weak from lack of food and his injuries.

“Fuck you! Get offa me!” Race is shouting, glaring at the guards, trying desperately to free himself from their grasp, and he doesn’t seem to have noticed me and Snyder yet.

“How nice of you to join us, Blondie.” Snyder’s voice is so sickly sweet it makes me want to vomit.

Race notices Snyder first, glaring daggers at him, and then he seems to realize that Snyder said “us”. He looks down at me, and I see his face fall.

“Oh God, no. No. Please, Spider, PLEASE!” Race’s voice cracks, and he’s shaking violently.

“I say we have a little fun with Pretty Boy here...” Snyder trails off, and he grabs my chin roughly.

The nausea is stronger now, I want so badly to be back at the Lodging House, safe and warm, not having to worry  about anything but selling all of my papers.

“Don’t touch ‘im!” Race shrieks, but Snyder simply ignores him.

I shut my eyes, wanting nothing more than an end to the pain, but my prayer isn’t answered.

I fully recognize the crack of the belt just before it strikes my back, and the fiery pain it brings is all too familiar.

I hunch my shoulders, preparing myself for the next lash, but it never comes.

Instead it’s my arms being forced behind my back, metal cuffs digging into my wrists, and being lifted off the ground by my hair.

It’s being dragged up the stairs and down a hallway.

It’s hearing screams from Race, who I know must be behind me somewhere, it’s my legs dragging along the floor, it’s not daring to open my eyes for even a second because I’m too scared of what I’ll see.

It’s being thrown into a new room, one with a hard floor and the sound of a door being locked.

It’s when I finally open my eyes that I see the nightmare I’ve been thrown into.

It’s a cell.

But it’s not a cell, because it feels more like a fucking cage than anything else.

There are bars surrounding me on all four sides, and the cage itself is so goddamn tiny I can’t even stand up in it.

I can’t stretch my legs, I can’t stretch my arms, I can barely even breathe.

Race is outside the bars, clinging on to them as if for dear life, shaking them in hopes of setting me free, and I can see tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s okay, Race.” I try to say, but my throat is so dry my words are all cracked and broken.

I realize I’m going to die here.

This is what Snyder wants.

Race and me so close to each other, so close but not able to help one another.

He wants Race to see me wither away slowly, until I’m nothing more than a ghost.

And it’ll work.

“Race.” I choke out.

He presses his face against the bars, leaning in as close as he can.

“I love ya.” I say pressing my face close to Race’s.

Our lips manage to touch the slightest bit, and I savor the moment for as long as I can.

“What are we gonna do?” Race asks, his words almost a sob.

“Don’t look, promise me that.” I say slowly.

“What?”

“Jus’, I’se gonna do somethin’. It’ll be better in the end, I promise. Jus’ promise ya won’t look.” I can barely speak, I can’t believe these might be my last words.

“But-”

“I love you.”

I wait for Race to turn away before I start.

I brace myself, repeating in my head that it’s for the best, that I’m going to die anyway and this will be less painful, and slam my head against the bars.

It hurts like a motherfucker, my headache is getting worse by the second.

I do it again, harder.

I feel warm blood rushing down my face, I must have split my skull.

I throw my head against the bars again, and the last thing I hear is Race’s scream.

wow that took a dark turn

this took forever to write but i’m low-key proud of it

(also i didn't edit this so sorry for any confusions or mistakes)