#*. : ｡ MAGIC ╱ SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES.

[velvette-creations]

A Faint Memory

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp x fem!reader x Fiyero Tigelaar

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.8k 

Prompt: “What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually” ~ Momento Mori by Will Wood for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: SPOILERS IF YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH HOW THE MUSICAL ENDS, polyamory, throuples, one sex scene, angst, blending of musical and book lore

Summary: You, Fiyero, and Elphaba are inseparable, even in “death”

“Don’t sacrifice your lives for me. I’m not worth it!” Elphaba screamed.

“You’re wrong about that. You’re absolutely worth it,” Fiyero grinned, turning on the boyish charm that made Elphaba’s emerald lips twitch into a small smile.

“I’d much rather be on your side than continue to feed into the lies,” you said, reaching for her hand as Fiyero reached for the other. You had been wary of the Prince the moment he entered Shiz and questioned his allegiance when he became Commander of the Guards and engaged to Glinda, but he had since proven his worth.

“I’m not worth it,” she whispered, gripping onto you and Fiyero, overwhelmed by the power she possessed.

Fiyero gathered her against his chest while you curled against her back, keeping her cocooned safely in between.

“One day, you’ll see your worth,” you whispered into her ear as one of Fiyero’s hands rested against your bicep.

“You’ve got us seeing through different eyes, Elphie,” Fiyero smiled, gazing at you from over her shoulder.

“We’ve fallen under your spell and wouldn’t want it any other way.”

From then on, the three of you were inseparable. 

You leaned against the tree trunk, resting your cheek against the scratchy bark as you watched Fiyero and Elphaba converse. Her hand tenderly cupped his face, pushing a dark lock of hair out of his eyes. It warmed your heart, making it thud in your chest as you took in the sight of them. You would die for either of them.

“What are you doing over there? Come and join us,” Fiyero called out when he spotted you.

Elphaba turned, offering you a sweet smile and pulling you to sit between the two of them. You had never imagined yourself in a trio, but now you couldn’t imagine your life any other way. Shiz had brought the three of you close together, and now you were on the run. The Wizard had painted Elphaba, the villain, and Glinda had been drawn into his grasp by Morrible’s promises of grandeur and sorcery skills. It caused Fiyero to break off their engagement and join you and Elphaba on the lam.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you whispered, dropping your head onto Fiyero’s shoulder. Elphaba stretched out, resting her head in your lap as you toyed with her hair.

“This might be our last night together. We should make the most of it,” Fiyero smirked, slipping a finger under your chin before kissing you. You melted against his warm lips, which tasted of caramel.

“Don’t be selfish,” Elphaba teased, taking hold of your face and guiding you towards her. Her mouth tasted like spun sugar, yet a spice lingered against your tongue.

“We should make the most of it,” you purred, drawing them closer.

Clothing was shed as the three lay bare beneath the moonlight, shaded by the spiraling trees. Fiyero’s mouth was hot against your shoulder as you held Elphaba’s back against your chest, rolling her breasts between your hands. Magic was thick in the air, the leaves and grass rustling as you all pulled closer together, losing track of where one ended and the other began. Elphaba’s fingers stretched you wide before Fiyero’s cock filled you. Elphaba’s arousal dripped into your mouth as she sat astride your face as Fiyero lay between your splayed thighs.

Your fingers traced over the blue diamonds inked on Fiyero’s chest, marveling at their design as you unwound from the high.

“Prince Fiyero and my witchy Fabala,” you giggled. Elphaba’s arms snaked around your waist as she shook with laughter, her delight bleeding into yours.

Fiyero rolled his eyes but merely smiled, allowing you and Elphie to enjoy the little inside joke before the three of you fell asleep under the forest canopy.

~~

Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Elphaba’s chanting echoed through the castle walls as she tried to make sense of this spell.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m saying. I think I’m killing him,” Elphaba sobbed, tears streaming down her green cheeks as she tripped over the words of the spell.

You drew her tear-stained face into your hands. “I will go to the poppy fields and see for myself. He may very well be alive.”

“If he is, do not return. Go and be safe. I have too much blood on my hands already,” she sobbed.

“Dillamond and Nessa were not your fault! Please don’t blame yourself for them,” you begged, drawing her heaving form closer to you.

“I ruin everything I touch,” she whispered, her tears soaking your skin.

“He’s alive. I just know it,” you murmured hopefully. “The three of us will be reunited. Just wait and see.”

You kissed her damp lips before bidding her farewell and mounting Feldspar. Air burned your lungs as you gripped the reigns, Feldspar galloping toward the poppy fields. Fiyero’s head was slumped, still secured to the post the Guards had tied him to. You felt your heart breaking.

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” you whispered.

Once you dismounted, you approached his limp form with trepidation. A murder of crows circled overhead but left his body unbothered. You covered your mouth as you took in his changed appearance, realizing Elphaba’s spell hadn’t gone quite right but had kept him alive.

“Fiyero,” you whispered, stroking his cheek, which no longer possessed the healthy glow of human flesh but resembled a weather-beaten, faded burlap sack. When he opened his eyes, they were still a dazzling blue, sending a warmth fluttering through your chest. 

“You’re here,” he whispered.

“Come now, let’s get you down from there,” you said softly, untying him and balancing his gaunt body against you. Sparse locks of dark hair clung to his smooth head.

“Feldspar,” Fiyero grinned, his lips cracked like straw when he saw his horse.

“It is good to see you, old friend,” Feldspar whinnied, bowing his head.

“He can still talk?” Fiyero asked in surprise.

“He can. We’ve kept him free from the Wizard’s clutches,” you smiled, guiding him to balance against a Quoxwood tree. His clothing was torn and tattered, and you murmured a spell to repair a few of the larger rips.

“And Fae? How is our Fabala?” he questioned softly, using the terms of endearment he had bestowed upon her.

“Frustrated, she cast a spell to protect you but believed it killed you in the process,” you explained, drawing his hand into yours. His fingers were longer and spindly and felt rough like bark beneath your touch.

He hung his head. “I fear I’m not much to look at anymore.”

“Hush now,” you tutted, stepping closer to cup his face and pressing your lips to his.

“Do you think she’ll be happy to see me?” he croaked.

“Yes, but she doesn’t want us to return to her. I might have a plan. However, I’ll need your help if you’re willing.”

“Anything to help my ladies,” he smiled, his thin lips stretching, oddly endearing him further to you.

You beckoned a slick black crow, delighted to discover the animal still possessed the power of speech, and whispered a message in his ear before sending him Elphaba’s way. You slipped a gold coin between his beak in gratitude for his service. Hope surged in your chest as the corvid soared through the trees. You helped Fiyero onto Feldspar as the three of you found cover in the forest as you awaited Elphaba’s reply. The two of you warmed by the fire as you tied a few broken sticks together, reciting a spell to turn into a hat for Fiyero to cover his head. Now, both your loves possessed a unique hat.

Two days later, the crow returned, repeating Elphaba’s response.

“It’s now or never. We need to find that Dorothy,” you told Fiyero.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, the blue glow slowly dulling and becoming eclipsed in a darker hue. You gently gripped his hand, careful of how fragile he was now, and stroked your thumb over a long, spindled finger.

“She’s agreed. She knows we aren’t betraying her. We are setting a trap. Then we can all run away together, and we will be just a distant memory in Oz,” you reminded him, and he nodded.

It made you sick to hear the Ozians calling for Elphaba’s head and how twisted they made her appear. An acrid taste swirled in your mouth, but you steadied on, ensuring Fiyero slipped into the company of the young Kansas girl and planted the rumor that water would ensure the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. When the time came, Fiyero escaped during the ruckus, and the two of you lay in wait while Dorothy tossed the bucket of water onto Elphaba. You had to admit that Elphaba put on a good show, yelling and screeching,

“I'm melting, melting. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world. Destroy my beautiful wickedness!”

Smoke hissed around her as she made it appear as if she were indeed melting into a puddle, using her cloak to conceal her body slipping beneath a trapped door. She left her hat behind; thus, the Wicked Witch of the West was dead. Good had triumphed over evil. As the celebration ran through the Emerald City, you and Fiyero went to collect Elphaba. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around Fiyero’s neck.

“Oh, am I hurting you?” she sniffled.

“Not a bit,” he smiled, wrapping his thin arms around her and pulling her close.

The declarations rang high through the air.

The Witch of the West is dead

The wickedest witch there ever was

The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead

“I can’t believe either of you can stand to look at me,” Fiyero admitted as the three of you prepared to leave Oz for good.

“For goodness sake, I think I’ve proven that appearances don’t bother me because I see the person for what they are inside,” you stated, stamping your foot for good measure.

“She’s right about that, and I’m not one to judge either,” Elphaba smiled. She turned to face you, reaching for your hand, and you noticed the look in her jade eyes.

“She can’t know, Fabala. Glinda has to believe you and Fiyero are dead,” you whispered, squeezing her hand.

“We will all find our way together in the West, far, far away from here,” Fiyero said.

“We can never return,” Elphaba whispered.

“It doesn’t matter to me, so long as I have both of you,” you smiled.

“I suppose that is all we need,” Elphaba agreed, taking the time to kiss you and Fiyero deeply.

“Away we go, my loves,” Fiyero smiled.

And so you went: off to a new land, a new adventure, and leaving the past behind. Faux deaths offered a chance for rebirth, a new start, and perhaps a more understanding land where none of you would be judged or despised—a magical resurgence.

[the-clock-of-the-time-dragon]

Musings on how magic works in the Wicked musical/film(s):

So I've actually never really heard anyone explore in-depth how the powers work in Wicked, because I guess they're both simple AND mysterious enough that most people regard them as self-explanatory. But I think there's actually a lot of interesting things we might learn about the characters and world through observing how and when magic happens in Oz.

So with the Grimmerie, it seems to work by reading people's hearts and granting them an approximation of what they ask for. I've pointed out before how it's kind of a mirror version of what the Wizard does: people come asking for their "heart's desire", and both the Wizard and the Grimmerie want to grant that desire and make people happy. But whereas the Wizard must do this with charlatanry (and in the end, people always end up having to either go and get what they came for themselves, elsewhere, or they already had it all along), the Grimmerie can actually twist reality to give people some version of what they wanted (and didn't already have): but it always comes with some fucked up cost that makes them regret it. It plays into the overarching theme of "what is happiness? Is it getting your heart's desire? What will you give up to get it? Is it worth it?", etc. I think it could even be inferred that every character who ever comes into contact with the book — directly or indirectly — is in a way "cursed" to never obtain true happiness, only a mockery of what they'd imagined happiness to be. This extends to the Wizard, Glinda, Morrible, Elphaba, Nessa, and even Chistery. And the grander the desire, the graver the cost for getting it — Chistery is able to get away with physical pain for his dream of flying, but the human characters all have their dreams come true only in ways they are never able to actually enjoy. I think the reason Elphaba is the only one able to not only read the book but get away with using it repeatedly, is due to her own innate power.

Elphaba's power is very different from that of the Grimmerie. She seems to have the ability to just flat-out REJECT ACCEPTED REALITY. She defies the law of gravity; even TIME (essentially "remembering" things that have yet to happen). Every time we see her use her powers, she does so to STOP what is transpiring, or simply to say NO to what is before her. Making things fall up instead of down, recalling the future instead of the past, reading books that are illegible. It's in keeping with her overall character, being off, or backwards, or at odds with everything around her: crowds part as if repelled when she comes near; her first day of school she's already being told she's going to excel far beyond what any of the other students could ever hope to achieve. The idea of "I clash with everything" isn't just a joke about color coordination, it's quite literally how she interacts with the world, including on a metaphysical level. She distorts and repulses.

The reason she has such a different relationship to the Grimmerie than everyone else who's tried to use it, is precisely because she clashes with everything. More importantly: she rejects both the world as it is, AND the world as she wants it. She denies her own desires for the sake of what she considers more important. She knows that she can have all she ever wanted: but she can't. She won't. She chooses to go AGAINST heart's desire, REJECT happiness — to deny HERSELF. Something that, perhaps, only a child of both Oz and Kansas �� of fantasy and reality — is able to do. She's so at odds with the fantasy world she's been born into, so committed to Truth — a world of objective non-fiction — that she actively says no to her own dreams, and can literally disrupt and challenge the basic laws and logics of the story that she's in. She can use the Grimmerie because she uses the same language: negation. You can't reverse the Grimmerie's spells because they ARE reversals — distortions of a twisted nature. But Elphaba can't want what she truly wants in her heart; she rejects it; it's already reversed. To the "what are you willing to give up to get what you want?" question, Elphaba is the only one in Oz who can honestly just reply "NO", and give up her heart's desire of her own accord.

Now, how Morrible's powers work seem to be a lot different from the others. Her abilities aren't derived directly from the Grimmerie (though we know she has at least studied it), and appear to be innate like Elphaba's, but they manifest very differently. But why weather?? I think it pertains to her innate nature. She's a manipulator whose temperament changes like the wind (warm with some and cold with others), capable of clouding the truth or making things clear as she pleases, and acts as if the world revolves around her like a cyclone. She has total control over her powers because her power is control. There might have been a time when her powers were more benign — she says her talent is "encouraging talent", so perhaps we could infer that her true powers are motivating/suggesting things, giving directions, and that whenever she developed into the truly wicked person she is now, that power darkened into coercion/manipulation. So she can direct a cloud to disperse, encourage a wind to blow, or persuade a crowd to become a raging tempest.

As for Glinda: the musical/film(s) kinda implies she doesn't have any powers?? At least not the innate kind that Elphaba and Morrible have. We haven't seen her use any spells (except a simple one that got cut way back in the pre-Broadway tryout run of the musical), her bubble is shown to be mechanical rather than magical, and she's obviously interested in learning sorcery but fails the only time we really see her try to use it, and she doesn't believe she can read the Grimmerie. So whatever magic Glinda possesses has to be developed, and given she has never really been encouraged to do so (whether in school or when she's Glinda the Good), she probably hasn't had much of a chance to become a real witch by the time the story wraps up (although it would be a fun inclusion if the second film shows her using a spell at some point). Also: since magic seems to be related to character's personal qualities or narrative themes, it's actually quite meaningful that Glinda (at the very least) struggles to use it — she's constantly questioning who she is, what she wants, etc., and so whether she possesses a natural power of her own or needs to develop it through training, we might infer that her magic is similarly "unsure" of what it's supposed to do.

Feel free to respond with any thoughts — I just find this aspect of the story really interesting and hopefully this all came together to at least mostly make sense, lol

[ttrpg-life]

Double Life Pearl: Deranged/Lonesome

(Wording is simplified from actual rules since they are still being fine tuned.)

Explanations and breakdowns under the cut.

The people have spoken.

Interestingly enough, Pearl was very controversial in the uquiz tags. She's down as an example for Deranged and Brawler because of 5am Pearl and her pvp skills in the quiz, however she spans a bunch of different archetypes of the seasons. Last, Limited, and Secret Life show off her incredible loyalty for example!

This ttrpg is based on the Powered By the Apocolypse system which means each class has specific stats and extra actions or "moves" that represent an archetype or play style.

The Moves

Succumb to Madness and Hanging by a Thread are moves from The Deranged archetype.

Succumb to Madness represents her 5am Pearl nature while Hanging by a Thread represents her special bond with Tilly!

Cornered Animal is a Lonesome move, which can be unlocked from leveling up.

Mechanically it's inspired by her showdown in the finale. Being able to take down multiple opponents is a huge part of her Double Life win and deserves a reference here.

Stats

Of course Pearl has the strongest base strength you can get, have you seen her fight?

Additionally, she has great cunning as seen in her base design. Her tower was the most defensable base the entire season. (And one of the prettiest to boot).

Her grift is not in reference to her gift of gab, but her strength of charisma. Acting as a spy during the Council of Reds? "Something Wicked This Way Comes?" Girl has got pazzaz and strikes the fear into the hearts of yellows and reds alike.

Because of her strong presence in Double Life, her ability to run and hide (her escape skill) wasn't as character defining and gets a lower stat.

Pearl is plenty weird, don't get me wrong, but weird here represents magic or connection to the Watchers, which isn't particularly strong this season. Sure, the Watchers could have been using her, but was she aware of it? Depends on your personal headcannons.

Moth Hybrid?

For these stat blocks I'm going to be choosing whichever hybrid headcannon seems to be the most common in the fandom. I might switch it up If I do multiple stat blocks for the same person.

As a moth hybrid, Pearl can use her wings to negate fall damage! This could be why she felt safe enough to play "fishing rods" with Grian.

Dietary resctrictions are inspired by the origins mod and make it more difficult to find food she can eat.

You've made it this far, who do you want to see next?

[lumitradora]

i will absolutely elaborate onto this!

since 2020 when the first season was all we had, people have been comparing the owl house’s story set-up to h*rry p*tter due to classic tropes, but i think it aligns much more one-to-one with the wicked/oz universe, especially without the problematic elements of the former’s world-building.

of course there’s lumity being an obvious parallel to gelphie — i mean, seriously, GREEN! even though amity mirrors galinda rather than elphaba 💚💚💚 — but aside from that, belos very clearly takes the wizard’s role by suppressing/banning usage of magic in the demon realm and oppressing its inhabitants. then luz becoming a wicked (wild? the double-‘w’! 👀) witch isn’t that far-fetched when a) she’s following eda’s footsteps, and b) the plot’s uprising really kicks into play during the latter half of s2 and all of s3.

i would actually argue the scene in the first episode, “a lying witch and a warden”, when luz frees the prisoners of the conformatorium and encourages them to live in rebellion to the rules (indirectly referencing the lyrics “i’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game”), matches quite well with casting that spell on the monkeys and evolving them from/into spies.

also, i remember back before 2021, fans were speculating how amity would react to what went down during eda’s almost-petrification and how corrupt the whole system was after it had been her lifelong dream to join the emperor’s coven. we weren’t sure if they would be at odds, so for a wicked au it would make perfect sense for their paths to go separate ways on good terms, i.e. with the whole “so though i can’t imagine how, i hope you’re happy right now” & “i hope you’re happy, now that you’re choosing this” & “i really hope you get it, and you don’t live to regret it” when it comes to amity staying compliant — something that initially wouldn’t have been that out-of-character for her, considering her initial lack of stand-up action in “escaping expulsion” due to fear of taking that leap.

so now i wonder how much inspiration dana took from wicked as someone who only just got into the franchise after watching the movie yesterday. i would love to learn it’s at least partly intentional!

dear fandom, please consider:

Lumity Wicked AU / Lumity Wicked cosplay (@ fanartists please fulfill my dreams if you want)

Luz and Amity singing Loathing together

Luz taking Amity to see Wicked in the human world and Amity is just like ��� the whole time

Amity singing "I'm Not That Girl" to herself when she's feeling her crush blues, yknow, for the angst

Luz and Amity singing "For Good" when Luz has to go back home

Lumity is just a (hopefully) happier version of Gelphie, change my mind

But then again, they are both lowkey Fiero - protective of each other, willing to go against social norms and conventions for each other

Feel free to add onto this

[honeyxmonkey]

Shadow and Bone

Claire and Harley are two of the most powerful characters in hbah... this is what happens when you put them together

[moviesludge]

green slime aerosol rings for when actual green slime is inconvenient

[deluxewhump]

Please oh please I will do anything for fae!Carlo because it is my heart’s desire that he be abandoned to a cruel and ignorant village as a baby who sees his pointy ears as a deformity.

I have been savoring this mental image for weeks

[vampirickelpie]

TimeJumper, my MLP OC. A mischievous time traveling carousel horse from an abandoned and sunken amusement park. In this picture it’s past and future forms crash into each other

[ultraericthered]

“For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.” --- Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

[helenaheissner]

Book of the Day: Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

[lunardreams54]

Trick or Treat Yourself 👻😈

[wonderlesch]

13 Must Watch Halloween Movies

13 Must Watch Halloween Movies shares some classics, some scary, some spooky, some gore and more. I know it's September but for me it's Halloween Season. Join me with your bucket of popcorn and let the Halloween Season begin!

Hello and welcome to 13 Must Watch Halloween Movies. Yes, I know it is September but, if the grocery stores can have Halloween decorations out I can start watching Halloween Movies. Read on to discover some classics (It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown), some spooky (Something Wicked This Way Comes), some scary (Night of the Demons) and more. All movie listed take place on Halloween, end on…

[heliotrope-journey]

And the Winner is... an ill-fated Successor

Good evening, vampire hunters.

We’ve had a turbulent Halloween week and the next few days or possibly the rest of the year will be more so as inclusivity and respect are being abandoned in favor of barbarism and division. The Dark Lord’s magic have tainted the hearts of people that see celebrities as gods that can make no mistake (not that they’re allowed to anyway) and con men as saints sent from heaven. How did we reach that unthinkable point in history?

Index of Treyton's All Saints' Day Quest for Readers That Aren't Caught Up;

Chapter 1 (2020), Chapter 2 (2021), Chapter 3 (2022), Chapter 4 (2023)

Over a year ago, the Dark Lord was castrated by a swordswoman that stood between him and Caspian Academy. She ensured that he will never wield the power he once had again by disposing of his remains in the Atlantic. It seemed that the magical and mortal worlds can finally live in harmony like it did during the days of the Paleolithic. Students from the Caspian Academy could not wait to venture into the Lachrymose Blood Forest to frolic and study magic outside the bounds of a classroom. If the Dark Lord’s remains are disposed of in an abyss where the Veiled Nocturne could not hope to retrieve them, why aren’t the professors celebrating? Why can darkness still be felt in the blustery wind? When Dracula bled to his demise, the black magic he had acclimated for centuries didn’t fade out of existence. It sought out a new host; one that would run for president and claim the White House as if it were a pile of gold waiting to be claimed. This leader would become the instigator of a war that forced the human race to begin civilization anew.

It took thirty years and Dracula suffering a subsequent defeat for a group of rogue Freedom Fighters to overthrow the leader. The magic he had inherited from its previous wielder had severely disfigured his body like it was a flesh eating virus, but it isn’t killing him. It drove him into insanity and the magic that obliterated his humanity is keeping him alive even now. He was taken across the Atlantic to be locked away in a dainty closet at a university in Teodosie. Overtime, he was forgotten by his captors, but the threads that bind him are everlasting. He had two disembodied skeletal hands that he can move with his mind. They could go where he could not. This technique is his only means to explore the world outside the closet. One night, the hands found a shadow stone in the chapel next door and upon seeing it, he devised a plan to escape. He would use the stone in an attempt to weaken the threads just enough for him to free himself. Before he could begin his first attempt, four unlucky adventurers found themselves in the closet after walking through a secret passageway.

Treyton, Mitica, and Miron screamed at the sight of the madman while Amanda was immediately regretful. She cussed herself for taking the boys down a wrong passageway. She forgot that there was a fork in the passageway and it was too dark for anyone to notice. The bounded skeletal creature laughed manically. He was ecstatic to see four unwilling visitors in his presence and decided it would be most appropriate for him to seal their souls in the shadow stone, converting them into pure dark energy necessary to evaporate the threads to free himself. The young boys were determined to break the stone into tiny pieces so they armed themselves right away. Amanda was frozen for another moment before she squeezed her fists and her daggers materialized. She looked at the madman straight in the eye, whispered, "Get away from them, Hanns", and threw a dagger straight toward his forehead. All that filled the room was the laughter of a man that was cursed to inherit Dracula’s power.

Thank you for playing the Heliotrope Journey series as always and try to have a good week.

Sincerely,

WN

[fatherbrat]

cw. vampire!nanami, blood-sucking, murder & death, self-harm mention, melancholy, other vampire-y things. 1k words.

nanami would be the perfect vampire to turn you btw

you know it’s his nature to snare you, so you try your damnedest to resist. but it feels impossible. a blond devil who wears glasses and three-piece suits and spoils you with every luxury under the moon. and he wants needs you to be his. how could you tell him no?

he tries to ignore the urge to become your maker for four awfully long months. it would be a wicked thing to do, to turn you and keep you for eternity. he’d be tearing you away from your family, your friends, your career. stripping your life from you for his own selfish wants. 

but he’s not the gentleman he once was.

the night he turns you is unceremonious. it’s not the way he planned, but perhaps it’s better not to celebrate. death is rarely kind. your death is particularly excruciating. 

nanami, bless his unbeating heart, is unsure if he’ll be able to stop himself before he bleeds you dry. he prepares himself, of course, engorging himself on the blood of six others before he comes to you, trying to ensure he won’t drain you out of hunger. now all he’ll have to fight is his desire. 

he holds your jaw with one hand, gingerly, resting his thumb in your mouth so you can bite down when he does. he tells himself that the feeling of your teeth threatening to puncture his skin will keep him grounded. he tells himself that when your grip on his thumb starts to loosen, it will signal him to stop. he tells himself that he will stop. 

he tells you that teeth clenching is a side effect of the process, and he doesn’t want you to chip a tooth.

his teeth are colder than you expect. it feels like two frozen ice picks have stabbed you in the neck. you gasp and push at him instinctively, only to melt against him when he starts to suck and the bliss settles over you.

you’re not sure when you stop biting down on his thumb, or when start feeling silly and dizzy, like you're floating. all you know is that your brain feels like it’s swimming in your skull, and that nanami has cut himself and is making you suck on the wound.

he looks you in the eyes while you do it, watches how you swallow down his blood in a frenzy, as if you haven’t had anything to drink in weeks. it’s strangely intimate, more than when his mouth was on your neck, but you can hardly consider that now. the bliss is gone, replaced with a burn that sears you from the inside out. nanami just keeps watching. there’s nothing he can do for you at this point. no magic salve that’ll soothe the feeling of having your life force ripped away from you and then replaced with something dark and heavy and macabre. the experience is hellish. nanami wishes he could tell you it’s the worst part.

it takes a long time for you to adjust. you aren’t sad to leave your job, but it’s unbearable to leave your family, more so to leave your friends. you regret everything. you long for when you were warm and your heart was beating. you hate nanami. you wound yourself too many times trying to bathe in sunlight—three times by accident and three times in rebellion. he boards up the windows when he realizes you're burning yourself on purpose.

it hurts kento to see you hurt. during the first few months, that’s all you do: hurt yourself to hurt him. refusing meals and hunts and comfort. snubbing the decanters full of blood he leaves outside your bedroom door. you sleep all day and all night, going against your new brutish instincts everytime the sun sets. 

one night, you wake up from a restless sleep feverish and hysterical and desperate for something to drink. you have little memory of leaving your bedroom, or even of leaving the house. you drain an entire family in your delirious state, their bodies strewn about their property like children’s toys. it looks like a massacre. (it was.) 

nanami finds you not long after, sated and wrought with guilt. there’s a pity in his eyes when he scoops you up, holding you against his chest like you’re made of porcelain.

you appreciate that he doesn’t reprimand you even though you deserve to be. instead, takes you home and puts you in the bathtub. he tells you the story of how he nearly died not even three weeks after he was turned, the consequence of trying to feed on an animal he thought couldn’t kill him. it’s funny to think about: a version of nanami from a hundred years ago, brimming with an unknown strength, nearly taken out by an elk that was too shrewd for him.

“could you do it now?” you ask him, tilting your head back so he can wash the dried blood from your neck. 

“do what, my love?”

“kill the elk.”

he snorts. “of course. i did kill him back then. just with some…difficulty.”

a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. you lower your head, wanting to see his face when you ask him the next question. “do you think i could kill one?”

you can see him mulling over the question, his mouth set in a straight line as he scrubs your arm with too much concentration. you’re expecting him to say no. maybe he’s thinking so long because he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy. 

“yes,” he finally answers, meeting your gaze so you can see the certainty in his eyes. “i think you could.”

you don’t ask him what’ll become of the family you slaughtered. you trust that he’ll take care of it, just as he took care of you, even when you didn’t want it.

you become resigned to your fate, hating kento less and less and letting him remind you of why you let him turn you in the first place. he teaches you how to hunt without leaving a mess, how to make the most of the night, how to not hate sleeping through the daytime. he’s nurturing in a way that humanizes him. you ask him questions and he answers. you ask for gifts and he delivers.

it occurs to you that there are worse people to be tied to forever. at least nanami looks after you. you feel a little like frankenstein’s monster, but less doomed and vengeful and more determined to adjust. it’s a good sign, you think, having the desire to adjust. it’s really a blessing that you have kento with you. this is likely the best case scenario.

(and he’s relieved you’re finally starting to see it that way.)

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Astro notes : Short N' Sweet - Uranian Love

Uranus in the 1st - They have a heart of compassion, they hold a tight grip on it for the most part. Have a very striking presence, and usually have others jaw dropping from time to time. Some very special creatures and they will show you a new perspective on things if you let them in.

Uranus in the 2nd - Magical opportunities await them. They have universal knowledge that carries that to newer astrological thinking. They could use this to their benefit or they can shapeshift the world in a super master manipulative way but its totally up to them.

Uranus in the 3rd - Beautiful speakers. Ferocious thinkers. capable of anything really. They have tons of talents that are pretty unique and it captivates people from time to time. Like how do you draw so fast? how does your voice sound like that? So many different worlds in that mind of theirs, are you gonna pick their brain to know whats up with em?

Uranus in the 4th - Awe inspiring wonders that live in the mind of these creatures. Very delicate and choose their words wisely with people, at home they're notorious for speaking the truth even if it hurt a lil. Nobody likes them at school, so at home they treat themselves to something special to throw that energy back into the air. Could have a war inside their mind or in the privacy of their own home but you wouldn't know. They carry their problems well.

Uranus in the 5th - Talented beings whose sole purpose is to be better than the next, and to stand out from the crowd with their wicked humor, their amazing appeal to the audience, and their generous energy being the token of something lighting the way for people to be shocked, amazed and full of emotions that will have you pulsing. Very needy individuals though, but you'll love em for it. It's not easy to get for everyone.

Uranus in the 6th - They love the outdoors and need alone time to process their emotions here. Have the ability to see thru the minds of others. Their analytically skills are through the roof here. Are capable of leadership roles and teaching others tricks when it comes to different hobbies. Like for example, they could teach you how to paint but in a different way than what is the usual.

Uranus in the 7th - Orthodox beliefs can bring in a pretty interesting love life. The desire to be noticed for their radical personalities can be brought to them by a very interesting partner who matches their vibe. They need something or someone that is going to awaken their minds not just their heart. Usually intimidating upon first meeting but their super chill right after.

Uranus in the 8th - Taboo realities. They can ignite a fire in you with just their touch. Mystical vision. Have tendencies to come off a bit off the rockers, but they normally are right about the things they know. Can hold on to your secrets, and i mean the things that you KNOW will shock someone. Power mind readers.

Uranus in the 9th - Have a deep bond with the universe. Can penetrate the thoughts of others in more ways than one. Have issues with silencing themselves because not everyone wants to know what they do not understand. Have issues with learning things on their own but are too stubborn to let people help them. Very intricate minds that see things in a peculiar light.

Uranus in the 10th - Amazing leaders. They are made to be known as something unique and different and ahead of their time. Could come out in the spotlight in a shocking way, but this normally leads to their benefit. The quicker it comes, the quicker you must be on your feet and keep the momentum to a level of your liking.

Uranus in the 11th - The community loves them. Social media could be a walk in the park for them, making it their playground. Def needs to open up a lil, the more they do the better they are with people and the more popular they can be too. Can hold their own in the group, deep bonds with their friends. Very practical. Can pick up on vibes easily with others.

Uranus in the 12th - Needs to escape the mind more than usual. This is pretty interesting because the mind really is suppose to be your escape, but in this reality the mind needs a place to relax. You can go bonkers just sitting in your room all day, or just doing the same thing over and over. Gotta get up and face that hurricane and use the magic within to make something out of it. Something beautiful comes out along the way. Could be known as the crazy one, but what they say tends to have truth to it. Def be knowin' what they're talking about, you just have to listen more clearly. ;)