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Ambrose and Elliot #26

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Warnings: dehumanization, conditioning, murder mention, referenced past torture

Elliot woke up alone. The space beside him was cold; Master had been gone a while. Probably off to get rid of the body.

He buried his face into the pillows, squeezing one of them to his chest.

Master Ambrose had killed someone. Murdered a man. For him. 

Elliot thought Ambrose was the kindest man in the world, but Horneswood’s screams last night told him that wasn’t true.

What did that mean?

Elliot rolled over, and sat up. Thinking was so hard, always, but he had been clever last night. He’d been right; there was a before time. Before his old master had gotten his hands on him.

His cleverness frightened him. It was so much easier to be stupid and dumb. It didn’t give him headaches like being smart did.

Elliot got out of bed and straightened the covers, smoothing out the wrinkles. 

He was good at making things neat. He liked it; cleaning made his head quiet. 

He should check to see if there was any blood left on the floor.

Elliot slipped out of the bedroom, but the sitting room floor was spotless. The furniture was back in its place, the rug spread out again. A part of him was disappointed; he wanted a distraction from last night’s revelations.

Elliot made his way downstairs. There was no sign of Ambrose.

He made himself a bowl of oatmeal and ate slowly. The hot food and late morning sunlight made him feel a bit better. 

There was dried mud on the floor, and he didn’t know what it was from, but he welcomed the opportunity to scrub something away.

He grabbed a dishrag from the kitchen and a bowl of water, and got on his knees to wash away the mud. It was good work, and satisfying to see the dirty floor become shiny again.

The front door opened, and he knew from the sound of the swing that it was Ambrose.

“Hey,” he said. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m fine, Master.” He kept rubbing away the dirt.

“Fine?”

Elliot paused. “Yes, Master. Just fine.”

Ambrose’s footsteps came closer, until he was standing right next to him. Elliot leaned into his leg, sighing. Master Ambrose put a hand on his head.

It was nice. 

No matter what happened before, it felt… right to kneel at Ambrose’s feet.

“You called me Master. Twice, now.” 

Elliot pulled away. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s just-” Ambrose sighed. “Are you sure you’re alright? Last night was a lot.”

Elliot stared at the streak of mud left on the floor. “I don’t know. But, um, I’m glad he’s gone.”

Master hummed. “Me too.”

“What- what if you get caught?” Elliot hadn’t really thought about it, but now…

“Oh, I already talked to the elders. They understood.”

Elliot blinked, and looked up at Ambrose. “What?” He wasn’t sure he heard him right.

“I took care of it. They know, and it’s fine.”

“They just… let you kill people.”

“I mean- no- but, well. I’ve been here a long time, and they trust me. And it’s not like Horneswood was a ‘beloved member of town’ or anything. I did have to tell them about… what he did to you. I’m really sorry about that.”

Elliot thought it over. Gods, he was tired, and so mixed up inside.

He didn’t want a bunch of people hearing about his old master, but if it kept Ambrose from getting into trouble it must be fine.

“Okay.”

He picked up the rag and went back to scrubbing the floor. Ambrose watched him for a moment before wandering off.

Elliot let his thoughts melt away, and felt at peace.

___________________

It was only noon-ish, but Ambrose poured himself some wine. An old bottle from before he moved to Little Wood; a good year.

He didn’t drink much, but he felt he deserved a little treat.

Elliot didn’t seem any different. Still quiet, still not-quite-there when he wasn’t being addressed. He just drifted around like a ghost. Doing housework. As usual.

Ambrose guessed that was the best he could hope for. A part of him wished Elliot would be less jumpy, more relaxed, but that still seemed to be in the far future.

He began to work on some soup while he sipped on his drink. He needed something to do to take his mind off of the lingering horror of last night.

Wordlessly, Elliot caught on to what he was doing, and joined him in the kitchen.

For someone who often didn’t understand kindness, he was plenty observant of everything else.

Elliot grabbed some of the vegetables he’d pulled out and started to roughly chop them as Ambrose took care of the aromatics.

“Do you want some wine?” Ellie didn’t drink, but it was polite to offer.

“Okay.” Huh.

He poured him a glass and they worked in silence.

Ambrose poured some oil into the pot and added the onion and garlic, listening to it sizzle. When it began to smell nice, he put in the ground beef mix he had set out. 

Once it was browned, Ellie added the chopped tomatoes, celery, carrots, green beans, and potatoes. Ambrose stripped some dried herbs off their stems and tossed it in while Elliot fetched some stock.

Soon it was simmering, and Ambrose finished it with some pepper and coarse salt.

Ambrose ladled out two bowls, and Elliot took their wine to the table.

The soup was good and comforting, and the tension in Ambrose’s shoulders gradually bled out of him.

Elliot didn’t seem interested in getting seconds, which was odd. He pushed around a scrap of meat with his spoon, head on his hand.

“Are you alright, Ellie?”

“Why are you so kind to me? You don’t have to be. I wouldn’t do anything if you weren’t.”

Ambrose sat back in his chair.

“Everyone deserves kindness.”

“What about Mr. Horneswood?” Ambrose swirled the wine in his glass.

“I’m a hypocrite,” he shrugged.

Elliot didn’t smile at the joke. It wasn’t really a joke anyway. Ambrose turned to look out the window. Gray, dirty slush sat on the ground, matching the gray, sad sky. He took another sip of wine.

“How long will you let me stay here? I’ve only ever caused you trouble.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I’ve broken your dishes, I’ve gotten in a fight, I haven’t stopped crying and taking up your attention, and you just murdered someone for me,” listed off Elliot.

Ambrose didn’t quite know what to say.

“You help me out,” he said. “And I like you. You can stay as long as you need to.”

“And when I don’t need to anymore?”

“You can still stay.”

Elliot bit his lip and put down his spoon. He took a sip of the wine in his glass.

“Do you love me?”

Ambrose stared at him. Elliot met his gaze, and this was the most exhausted Ambrose had seen him since the first few weeks.

His hair was longer now, bangs brushing just above his blue eyes. It was clean and fluffy, still stark white like snow or clouds. 

Elliot had even put on weight, and looked nearly healthy.

Aside from the deep dark shadows under his dead, dead eyes. Usually they were vacant and fleeting, but now that he was focused and alert (despite the wine, somehow), Ambrose could see the damage in his soul.

He looked away.

“I had a husband once, did you know?”

Elliot looked down at his bowl, shoulders sagging. Ellie shook his head.

“No, Master.” There was that title again.

Ambrose poured himself more wine.

“One day he just left. Didn’t say goodbye. A long time ago, but-” he shrugged. “-Still hurts. Then I moved here.”

“I didn’t know,” Elliot whispered.

“All that to say, I love my husband. I wish he’d come back.” Ambrose reached out, his hand on Elliot’s. “I can’t love you that way-”

“I don’t mind.”

“-But there’s more than one way to love someone, and I care for you deeply. I’ve been incredibly lonely since he left, and I value your company more than words. I hope you’ll stay, even when you don’t need me anymore.”

Elliot didn’t move. “You love me?”

“Mhm.”

“No one’s ever loved me before.”

“You mean, you don’t remember.”

“No. I mean no one has.” Elliot looked up at Ambrose, his eyes shiny with tears. “If someone loved me, they wouldn’t have let my old master do those things. They would have come for me. Right?”

Ambrose didn’t have an answer.

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[werewolf-transgenderism]

they’re bonding

[spamgyu]

PRETTY BOY // College!Mingyu AU – small purses and labels

"Even if the sky's on fire. Got you here, it's alright, with me ..."

Started off as this prompt: no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable genre: tooth-aching fluff

this is based on these two requests - one of them i cant find bc i am a disorganized mess but it's from 🎀 and the other is from this anon

"Can you put my keys in your purse?" Mingyu batted his lashes at her, holding his car keys out.

Y/n glanced at his hand and then at the tiny shoulder bag in her hand – raising a brow at him. "I hope you know this literally only fits a lipgloss and my will to live."

Curse the current trend of tiny baguette bags – why must they be so cute yet so small, only able to hold far less than what she could probably stuff into her pockets.

It wasn't that her outfit needed a purse. They were simply getting bagels.

But it did make complete her look, and that was more than enough of an excuse to use it.

"Pleaseeee." He dragged his word.

It wasn't like his keys would take up much space anyways – it wasn't like hers that had multiple unneccesary key chains hanging off of it.

It was literally just his key fob, house keys, and dorm keys. It would take up 4 inches at most.

Taking the set with sigh, Y/n threw it in her purse before holding it out for him.

"What do you want me to do with that?" Mingyu blinked.

"It's heavy now and I don't want to carry it."

"Y/n," Mingyu let out a chuckle. "You can't possibly be ser— yeah okay."

Taking the black bag from her hand, Mingyu slipped the strap awkwardly up his arm – the tiny loop stopping mid-bicep.

"Am I serving?"

The girl let out a laugh, pulling out her phone to snap a picture at how ridiculous her boyf– her friend, looked. "You could have just held it."

"But am I serving?" He repeated, this time placing a hand on his jutted out hip.

"Yes. You served and ate." Y/n rolled her eyes at his antics – he never did stop with his foolishness since they began .... talking.

If anything, it persisted much more – Mingyu revealing more and more of his true self and y/n doing the same.

There wasn't a single day they were together that wasn't filled with laughter – laughs that left tears in their eyes.

"Mingyu?"

A grown woman's voice caught the two's attention – Mingyu mostly, whipping his head at the source of the familiar voice.

"Mom!" His eyes wide.

It wasn't that he was afraid, as if he was caught doing something wrong. No, never that. He was simply surprised – especially considering he lived two cities away and there was no reason for his parents to be in their college town.

"Wha- what are you guys doing here?" He leaned in to place a kiss on each of his parent's cheeks before stepping back to stand next to y/n, who was awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to another.

If he had been any one of her friends, she would have happily stuck her hand out and introduced herself to Mingyu's parents.

But their situation was different.

They were in a grey area. For now, at least.

They were much more than friends; sharing sweet hushed words in the midst of a crowd, their hands naturally gravitating to one another when they walked side by side, his lips finding a home on her forehead whenever he greeted or bid her a goodbye.

But they weren't official either. There was no label.

"This is– um–"

"You must be Mingyu's girlfriend." The older woman cut her son off with a smile. "All we've heard during calls is your name and how wonderful you are."

"Mom." Mingyu warned through his teeth, eyes just as wide as when he first heard her call out for him earlier.

Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips.

He talked about her.

Constantly.

More importantly, he addressed her as his girlfriend.

Y/n has always been confident in herself, and she thought she would be the same when it came to dating; but to say she didn't have some doubts in her and Mingyu would be a lie. She knew she wasn't the only one with her eyes set on the six-foot charismatic basketball player; y/n was well aware there are girls dying to be at her spot.

And sure, she may have spent some nights lying awake, thinking of the worst – the blissful past few weeks possibly coming down crashing on her. She was a realist, after all.

Mingyu could have anyone, he could be with that girl in 302 – the smart dark haired girl who seemed to know more about sports than y/n did. The one girl she could have sworn Mingyu had his eyes on before they even established a friendship.

Y/n was just like any other girl. She had her insecurities; one of them including Mingyu's true feelings for her.

Despite the fact that he was very transparent with her.

"Oh, don't act all embarrassed now." His mother waved him off. "You even have her purse up your arm. Young love–"

"Alright, we're going." Mingyu spoke quickly, tugging on y/n's arm – who was now giggling.

"It was wonderful meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim." Y/n stood her ground, despite the boy who was practically begging for the ground to swallow him whole.

"Likewise." His father nodded. "We usually have Sunday dinners, you should come along."

Y/n glanced at Mingyu. "I mean it's only fair, considering how much of my family dinners you've crashed."

"Mingyu!" Mrs. Kim gasped.

"Hey! I was invited by coach!" He cried. "I– I'll bring her along, can we please just be excused? I feel like I'm dying here."

The three of them laughed at the poor boy who cowered behind the girl that was practically half his height – dreading the conversation they were about to have the second they stepped away from his parents.

"Have a great rest of your day, kids." Mr. Kim chuckled.

"Thanks." Mingyu mumbled with a sigh, practically dragging y/n away from his parents.

"Girlfriend, huh?" She laughed as the finally reached the store front.

A suppressed groan was heard from Mingyu, using his hands to cover the redness that began to form on his face.

Y/n wasn't upset, not like what Mingyu thought in his head. In fact, she found the whole interaction, and revelation, to be cute – even more now that he was clearly quite embarrassed.

"Do you refer to me as your girlfriend to anyone else?" She brought her hands up to pull his away from his face – their fingers interlocking once they were at his side.

"Um– everyone?" Mingyu kept his eyes trained on his shoes.

"Sorry– what?" Y/n coughed.

"Well– I, we're heading there anyways and– I promise I do plan on asking you to be my girlfriend. I have it all planned it's romant–"

He was speaking fast.

It was a habit of his when he was either excited or nervous; either way, she found it absolutely adorable. Y/n didn't care to listen to the rest of his rambling, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips.

"This was romantic." She smiled up at him.

"Wha–"

"I'm your girlfriend."

Mingyu stood frozen, his brain still attempting to process the soft pillows that made contact with his lips – his fingers reaching up to touch the sticky gloss she had left behind.

Peach vanilla.

"I'm your boyfriend." His voice was small, almost as if he was saying it to reaffirm himself.

"Yes."

"I'm your boyfriend!" Mingyu repeated much louder this time, his lips stretched from ear to ear. "Oh, prepared to be so sick of me."

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[celluloidbroomcloset]

So, since folks expressed some interest: We talked about Taika's films on the podcast this week, focusing mostly on Boy, Hunt for the Wilderpeople, and Next Goal Wins, as well as his public persona and the backlash against him.

This was a really fun episode to record (not least because my co-host has apparently been wanting to do this one for a while and didn't tell me!). I think we did his work justice.

(BTW, we do have a Patreon here. We're a little podcast, so money just goes to maintaining our website and hosting fees, and you do get fun things like bonus episodes and little treats!)

[streamsofstardust]

yeah this one is mine

[spaciebabie]

would smash leshy

[pineapple-coffee]

I AM UNWELL

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD and its relationship with the sea.

[jaratedeguadalupe]

monster energy boyfriends

[nymphsupremacy]

I miss him so much💜 Zeus turns a bit dark when he's upset, like thunder clouds. I'm still not back from hiatus but I want to post these edits while their still relevant. I used the Persephone panels from this week's episode, the hair just kinda looks similar to my Zeus.

[thelittlespanielthatcould]

found a very cool park with a very cool dog

[dreamii-krybaby]

The Amazing Digital Circus EP2 spoilers!

TADC fandom: *crying and balling their eyes out after gummigoo’s death*

Murder Drones fandom since day one:

[mediumsizedpidegon]

Imagine: you are Idril and you hate your cousin viscerally and this hate is later justified in every way possible. He is a monster and a traitor and as unlike your belovéd aunt as possible. And he dies, and he does not come to the Halls of Mandos and does not reembody. Perhaps you are horrible for thinking this: but you are glad. You are glad he is gone and unable to return. He was a nightmare who crawled into your stainless city and tore it down when it was least expected. He made your father love him, and then he betrayed him, and you will never forgive nor forget it. Now there is no way he can hurt you, your husband, your son, your people– and there is no one he can betray.

and then your aunt reembodies.

Your aunt reembodies and yes, she died for that monster, but she was blameless for she was forced to marry evil and birth evil and love evil. But now she's reborn without those cobwebs of enchantment and you are prepared for her grief and rage over having been controlled. She will not be the same. But she will be back, at long last.

Except. she comes back and none of these things happen.

She doesn't care that her son is evil and treacherous, more his father's son than hers. She doesn't care. She grieves for your city and in the next breath she wishes for her son's return. So you love your aunt and your aunt loves the creature of your nightmares– the betrayer that nearly killed your son and brought your home to ruin. So you love your aunt but she does not listen when you tell her to let her son go because she never saw–

and so your aunt leaves. and it feels like betrayal. like your cousin ruining your family further from beyond the grave.

she still visits, but no one in the family knows where she lives. She is strange– both the steely eyed aunt you remember and yet sometimes she looks like she has never seen you before. you try to break the enchantment that she must be under to keep looking for your Marred cousin, but there is nothing for you to find. all your trying does is send her into a rage the likes you have only seen once before: when she dragged your father away from following your mother in death for your sake.

you love your aunt, and most days, you are sure your aunt loves you.

but you cannot understand her, and in this you have lost her as surely as when she died.

[dasyr0se-blog]

Oh hello~

"'Theo was struggling with life.

Ever since Tara died - was killed - he had been struggling to move on with anything. He has yet to experience the quiet and non-eventful life many talked about, the days lazing in bed and doing nothing but being bored out of his mind like a normal teenager his age. Not having to fight off hundreds of panic induced hunters or a creature that brings out the worst fear guarded in your mind, not having to be subjected to surgery after surgery in search of the perfect combination of a supernatural and scientific creation that disobeyed completely the laws of the world that should not be crossed.

He wouldn't be so lucky.""

Did anyone ask for agsnt?? Cause I did HAHAHA

[rexxdjarin]

Some necessary life updates:

Hi I am so sorry from the bottom of my heart for the gap in posting and updating any of my fics lately. It’s been extremely difficult for me to find time to write as of late. I have a lot going on

Unfortunately, I have to move out of my apartment in a few weeks and much of my time is going to be spent moving things into my temporary housing at a family members until my new place (ALL MY OWN WITH NO ROOMMATES EVER AGAIN) is ready for move in some time in October

I am also supposed to be in a wedding soon and have a lot to do to help prepare for it…its very stressful fml

Thirdly….I’ve been trying to look for a new job for months and hopefully as fall comes and people come back from necessary vacations this summer I will be interviewing a lot more and crossing my fingers and sending out every positive vibe in the world that the right job comes along for me and I can finally leave my toxic one for a place I’m happier in and make more money at

All of this to say….I’m not sure the next time I will be consistently writing and updating my WIPs. I am working on them here and there whenever I can. I WILL FINISH THEM. THE STORIES WILL RETURN AND WILL BE COMPLETED. But please please be patient with me and don’t forget about me because I am trying my best. It will just take some time before I’m in a happy and comfortable place to write again.

Thank you to every single lovely amazing beautiful person who reads my work, interacts with me on a daily basis and anyone who has become a close personal friend of mine because of me writing my lil stories and because of our shared love of clones. Genuinely you have all held my heart, soul and mental health together during the time I have truly needed it most. You’ve made my soul happy in more ways than any other people I personally know have ever been able to.

My work will come back very soon. I hope you all stick around to read it. I love you all so much.

[uselessalexis165]

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