#Black haired Eliott

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Sith Obi-Wan x Reader x Sith Qui-Gon Jinn

Enjoy this fic that popped into my head while I was at work today. On another note, self indulgent fics really are the best, aren’t they?

Warnings: mentions of death, serious injury, manipulation, criminals, nausea and canon typical violence.

“Whereas some would call that pragmatism, I believe it demonstrates a lack of faith.”

Detective Olivia Benson stiffened but otherwise gave no response to indicate that she’d heard the words of the man who appeared from nowhere and stood next to her, watching the young woman breathe through a ventilator.

Olivia had a choice: subtly examine the new arrival or openly confront him about his identity. She chose the latter.

The man was taller than her. He wore a black robe that covered him from head to toe but didn’t hide the fact that he wore black robes. His hair was closely cropped and he had auburn hair with a matching beard and moustache.

She opened her mouth to demand answers but the man held up his hand, “I will not take your voice as I find that to be rude. Instead know that I will not answer your questions.”

“Why?” Olivia bit out.

“They are not important. The only question you should ask me is: Can you heal the woman in the room opposite us who unfortunately was targeted by a criminal?”

Silence followed the man’s question. Doubt and hope battled inside Olivia and the silence stretched until it became painful. Olivia was all too aware of the slightly mocking edge to the man’s voice.

“What do you want in exchange?”

The man’s eyes unsettled Olivia; they glinted as if she was playing right into his hands and she could have sworn they had a yellow ring in the iris in both eyes. Then she blinked and the rings were gone.

The unknown man smiled, confirming Olivia’s theory that she was being manipulated. “I want you to know that you made all the events in the next twenty-four hours possible.”

“Wait!” Olivia called out but it was too late. The woman on the other side of the window suddenly gasped deeply and loudly. Her eyes flew open and her panicked gaze darted around the hospital room.

“Thank you, Detective Benson. You were very useful.”

The unsettling man disappeared as quickly and soundlessly as he’d arrived and at the same time, the doors to the hospital wards banged open. You rushed in at a sprint with Eliott hot on your heels.

The concerned frown on your face only grew more pronounced when Eliott mentioned that the woman was sitting up in bed with the support of nurses and the doctor.

“Olivia.” Your voice was soft but it trembled and that worried her. “What happened?”

Olivia recounted her nearly one sided conversation with the strange man. You swallowed when she described his features and behaviour. You were so shaken that you reached for a seat and lowered yourself down into it with quivering hands.

“Do you know him?”

You nodded in resignation, “The man you met was once called Obi-Wan Kenobi. However terrifying he might be, he has nothing on his former Master. His name was Qui-Gon Jinn.”

“Was?” Olivia pressed, horror churning in her stomach and making her nauseous.

“There was a time when I counted both of those men, Jedi, as good friends. But then we were ambushed one day and I was badly injured as a result. They….removed the threat and vanished from my life. Years later, I heard rumours that they’d Fallen and become Sith Lords.”

“Can Sith Lords heal people?” Olivia inquired.

You looked up at her, “Not without a price.”

Obi-Wan’s final words began to play on a loop in Olivia’s mind, “What would the price be?”

“To use the dark side of the Force in that way, another innocent life must be surrendered otherwise the healing process will be reversed.”

[irisinthemoon]

Until I Found You, Pt. 6

[Pt. 1], [Pt. 2], [Pt. 3], [Pt. 4], [Pt. 5], [Pt, 6]

Warning: F!reader, Rollo being a Malleus hater, event spoilers, mock kidnapping, NRC students being NRC students, Eliott and Jules being menaces to society, Rollo being jealous, and blot

Characters: Rollo, Eliott (Oc), Jules (Oc), Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Idia, Rook, Epel, Jamil, Azul, Ruggie, Riddle, Deuce, Yuu, Grim, Professor Trein, a few Oc's here and there. Neige, Chen'ya

Summery: It was finally the day of the week long festival! And it was time you did your duty as a student in Nobel Bell College, but it also meant meeting the person who was in the same situation as you.

“Did you see the NRC and RSA students?”

“Wow! I never thought I would be able to see Neige Leblanche up close!”

“Did you see that guy with silver hair? He looks like a prince!”

Voices of both boys and girls mingle together as they talk about the newly arrived NRC and RSA students. You hadn’t been able to see them yet, having risen early to get everything you needed along with the two outfits you were going to wear for the performances. Just alone from the conversations you had been hearing all morning, you could tell that the people who came here today weren’t just anyone. 

A prince, an actor and model, a son of a noble family from the Queendom of Roses, a second year who was known for his booming business at such a young age, and the heir to the Shroud family business. Those were some of the things you managed to hear from the two girls who were accompanying you for the first performance. You had expected to meet and see many people from different social standings, but expecting and actually doing so were two different things. 

With a clammy hand, you continued to brush down Snowflake’s mane, the black stallion calmly eating the almonds you had brought to keep him in good spirits and calm. Though, you were starting to think that the one who needed to keep calm was you. You had practiced your routine for almost two months, way before decorations for the Masquerade Ball started to appear on peoples’ houses and the school. 

You practically knew the routine by heart! But that didn’t stop the nervous tremor you felt in your hands. This was different, all of this was new to you. Performing for a group of royals and nobles was already nerve wracking, but performing in front of a crowd of people who saw you on the daily really made your head dizzy. If you mess up, the royals and nobles will speak about it but won’t ever see you again.

But the people who lived in the city and attended NBC would most certainly see you everyday and remember your failure.

“Great seven…I’m not up to performing yet and I am already getting myself nervous.” You told your stallion, running your fingers through his mane. He huffs, a crunch leaving his mouth as he continues to chew on the almonds. The stables were the least packed, most of the performers had taken their horses outside in order to get some last minute preparations.

You had decided to stay inside with a few others, far too nervous to face the crowd that you were sure had formed just outside the battle arena. Instead, for the past hour or so you spend them going over the song you were to perform as the closing event. It was a classic one, originating from the City Of Flowers. And for whatever reason, they decided that you were to perform it.

“Maybe you've heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair.” You hummed under your breath, the familiar tune you had come used to hearing after countless hours of practice coming out of your throat easily. Snowflake’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his hoofs tapping on the dirt ground. Seems like he also recognized the lyrics. Smiling, you patted his neck before putting away the brush and taking the empty snack bucket. 

The rest of the song came out clearly, Snowflake dancing along with it, happy little huffs leaving his nose. The nerves in your body melted little by little as you went over your routine with the black stallion. By the time you finished going over the routine you had been filled to the brim with energy. 

“Ok, we got this Snowflake! All we have to do is keep calm.” He huffed, almost as if telling you that he was not nervous to begin with. You rolled your eyes, a small grin on your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I was nervous for the both of us.” Glancing at the time on the clock hanging by the stables’ double doors, you curse under your breath. 

“Shit, I gotta go and get changed.” Calling over one one of the stable boys, you instructed him in what to do with Snowflake. Then, you rushed out of the stables with a few of the other performers and into the changing rooms. One of the girls handed you a yellow dress, brown riding boots, and a deep blue coat. “Good luck [name]!” Giving her a rushed thanks, you changed as best as you could.

With some help, your hair was done in a style that would keep it away from your face. Some light make-up was added and with that, you were already mounting Snowflake. Pulling on the reins, you directed the horse towards the line of other horses. Glancing behind you, you casted an encouraging smile to one of the girls performing with you. She gave you a nod, her brown eyes glinting with excitement.

You could already hear the crowd inside, all anticipating the performance so they could start the week officially. Rubbing your palm against your stallion, you took another deep breath and put on your best smile. Once you got this done and over with, you would be able to spend the rest of your day with Rollo. 

“We will now be presenting the Equestrian Club!” 

And with that, all ten selected club members guided your horses to the battle arena, bright smiles and ready to perform.

_____

Rollo covered his lower face with his purple handkerchief, a frown present on his lips. He watched the NRC and RSA students mingle with each other, speaking and laughing in excitement. Their black and white uniforms make them stand out like a sore thumb among the festive outfits the citizens of the City of Flowers wore and Nobel bell students still wearing their school uniform. Glancing at the city’s clock, he sighs, your performance won’t be until a few more minutes. He hadn't been able to see you for most of the morning, his duty as student president prevented him from leaving early as he had to show their guests around.

It would have been fine if not for the fact that the moment the NRC students arrived they started to show off whatever magic they had. That put a bitter taste on his tongue and soured the majority of his morning. He was grateful to Eliott who quickly took over when it became clear that Rollo wouldn’t be able to stay quiet about their magic use.

“Why is everyone heading over there?” Yuu, the magicless human Crowley had mentioned in his letter, asked him. He was painting towards the battle arena where he knew you were probably getting ready. “It is tradition to start the week-long festival with a performance and a traditional song from the City of Flowers.” Rollo explained, lowering his handkerchief to speak properly to Yuu.

“In a few minutes, members of the Equestrian Club will perform a small show, and lastly, one of the members will perform an old traditional song. After that, the festival will officially begin.” Yuu nods in understanding. “So it’s like an opening ceremony?” The third year president nods. 

“The festival hasn’t started?” Rollo suppresses the want to roll his eyes. Turning to face the very bane of his existence, Malleus Draconia, he nods. “Yes, I will guide you to the battle arena before the ‘annual hunt’ begins.” Jules nods, his eyes scanning the area. “I think it will be best to leave now, while there isn’t a big crowd.” His secretary adds.

A few of the NRC students furrow their eyebrows in confusion, others looking around the area. “What is this ‘annual hunt’?” Rook peaks up after a few seconds of silence. Jules and Eliott share a look, both of them look unsure of whether they should just tell them in case they are selected. Rollo could see the conflict and familiar mischief swimming in their eyes.  

He gave them a blank look, while it would be amusing to see one of them get selected for the annual hunt, he didn’t want to run the risk of them using magic as self defense thinking that they would get kidnapped. Even if the ones doing the hunt use a magic nulling spell, there could be some sort of repercussion. Turning to face the invited students, he is about to explain what is the annual hunt when a puff of smoke appears in the middle of their formed circle. 

‘Too late’ he thinks as four more clouds of smoke appear, clearly a coordinated attack. Instantly, Silver and Sebek form a protective barrier in front of Malleus, their magic pens out and ready for attack. Deuce stands in front of Riddle in a protective manner, pen out as Riddle covers his back. Epel and Rook put their backs together, eyes sharp while their hands on their magical pens, not taking them out just yet. Ruggie, Jamil, and Azul get into an attack position, each ready to attack if needed to. Idia lets out a whimper, shrinking into himself with fear and shock written all over his face. 

The only ones who don’t move are Rollo, Jules, and Eliott. The three of them simply stood back, already knowing where this was heading. So much for trying to get to the battle arena before the group of ‘hunters’ appeared. “A boss battle this soon in the event?!” Idia said, voice trembling. “Who are you?! And what do you want?!” Demanded Riddle, glaring furiously at the five selected hunters for this year.

“Now, now gentlemen! There is no need to be hostile!” The leader of the hunt, a blonde girl, said. Her hands raised in mock surrender. She was sporting a yellow jester outfit, a black and yellow mask on her face, making it hard for Rollo to tell who it was. “We have come in humbling peace!”

The bells in her hat ring with each movement she does, the other hunters, dressed as different color jesters Rollo noticed, all follow along. A purple jester hums a tune under his breath, and Rollo already knows who Purple jester had picked out of the students. A red jester walks towards him, his brown eyes looking over at the third year with interest before walking away in favor of looking at Neige.

Neige smiles nervously, hiding behind Chenya who looked intrigued by the five different color jesters. A blue jester stands near Malleus, Silver, and Sebek, eyeing the two guards and from where Rollo stands, he could see him thinking about the pros and cons in taking one of the guards. And the final jester, one dressed in green skips around Idia, smirking at the way the blue haired boy shrinks into himself even further. 

“President! You don’t mind if we snag one or two of your esteemed guests do you?” Yellow jester says, hands on her hips. Rollo looks at her, then at the students. They all look at him, confused and a little worried. Their magical pens are still out but he could see how some of them start to lower them. “We just want to show the two specials selected to the V.I.P. room where our esteem judge is!”

At this, Rollo perks up, “So, she really was selected to play the part of the judge this year?” Yellow nods, tiny smirk on her lips. He did know you had a solo performance to do, but he didn’t know if it had been for the part of the judge/jester, or if you were just one of the backup vocals. 

“Very well, whoever you choose, please do handle them with care.” Placing his handkerchief up to his lips, Rollo hides the tiny smirk forming on his lips. Eliott sniggers while Jules jabs him on the ribs, trying to contain his own laughter. “W-What?!” Exclaimed Epel, anger clear in his face. “Yall just gonna let us get taken?!” 

“You will be fine.”

His response only made them even more agitated. Good, they were starting to get on his nerves. 

“Where will they be taking us?” Riddle asked, trying to suppress his rage.

“Who is this Judge person?” Deuce added, his blue eyes eyeing weary at the blue Jester who was circling him and Riddle like a shark.

“Better yet, what do you mean by two of us?” Silver spoke up, aurora eyes glaring at the yellow jester. She laughs, her bells jingling along with her. Rollo sighs, then steps aside. “Take whoever you want, but do so with haste. Or we will be late.” 

“Oh shoot! Right you are Mr. President!” Clapping her hands, she points at the purple jester and red jester. “Let’s hurry! We mustn't make our dear judge wait!” And with a snap of her fingers, purple and blue jester lunged at Idia while red and green jester lunged at Neige.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. 

Without having any time to cast a single spell, Idia was already being carried like a sack by the purple jester, a scream so loud pierced the town square where they all were standing. The blue jester mumbled the familiar incantation and in an instant, whatever spell Idia had thought of using vanished. 

Neige also led out a loud squeal as the red jester carried him bridal style as the green jester did the exact same thing as the blue jester. And in quick fast jumps, they all landed where the yellow jester was. The rest of the students screamed the names of the other two, ready to lunge at the hunters when in a fluid and elegant motion, the yellow jester moved her hand into the air and just like they made their grand entrance, purple smoke blinded them momentarily. 

The echo of their laughter was all they could hear as the two students that had come with them vanished alongside the hunters. Huffing, Rollo put away his handkerchief and casted a quick wind spell, airing out all the purple smoke. The hunters were long gone, only a yellow and black handkerchief left behind. Once everything was clear, he turned to face the remaining students. 

“What the hell was that?!” Exclaimed Epel, eyes trained on Rollo angrily. “And what was with letting them take Idia and Neige?!”

“We have to go and rescue them!” Exclaimed Deuce. “Are they in any kind of trouble? They mentioned a judge, and by the looks of it, you seemed to know who it was.” Added Riddle, gray eyes staring at where Idia had been standing. “Do not fret, they are fine.” He finally said, “Let us go to the battle arena before we miss the opening ceremony.”

“And what about Neige and Idia?” Azul points out, he still looked frazzled about the whole ordeal. “Why were they even dressed like that?” Grim grumbled from where he was in Yuu’s arms. Both the magicless human and cat monster had decided to hide behind the statue of the fair judge until the cost was clear. Not that Rollo blames them, for the years he had stayed here, not once had he been picked. 

And it was mostly because he either sacrificed someone, or hid very well so they weren’t able to grab him. Much like now. 

“As I have said, they are fine. No harm will come to them,” He began walking towards the battle arena. Jules and Eliott to his left and right. “Now I suggest we hurry unless you wish to miss the opening ceremony.” Jules turns to face them, an apologetic (Rollo knows that it was a mocking smile) smile on his lips. “Worry not, I will explain who they were and why they took your two companions as we make our way to the battle arena.”

That seemed to put most of them at ease. Chenya smiles, eyes flashing with interest as he makes his way to Jules and wraps an arm around his neck. “Oh, now this just sounds like something mew would like to hear.”

‘Great Seven, please help me keep my sanity’ 

Shaking his head, Rollo leads the group to the opening ceremony. 

_____

If heaven was on earth, it was at this very moment. When they had announced for the Equestrian Club to make their entrance, Rollo’s eyes had immediately searched for you in the crowd of yellow dresses and suits. Once they landed on you, the world seemed to blend in the back as he watched you throughout the whole first half of the performance. 

The way you seemed to guide Snowflake in elegant movements following your fellow clubmates left him breathless. The smile on your lips, shine in your eyes, and little waves you did for the crowd had his eyes glued to you. He fiddled with his magic ring, finding it grounding him as he continued to observe you. 

Slplitted into two teams of five, he watched as you and four others ran the horses and jumped obstacle courses. The other group of five would trout around the edge, waving at the crowd while handling flowers and bead necklaces. 

From the corner of his eyes, he could see how Riddle, Silver, and Sebek stared at the group who was performing elaborate tricks in amazement. “Wow…I didn’t know they could be maneuvered in such a way.” Said Silver in amazement, aurora eyes following one of the riders. Riddle nods in agreement, “Most of what we do is focused on racing other than performing arts.”

Sebek didn’t say anything, but his electric yellow eyes kept trailing behind one of the riders, interested in them as he saw how they did another high jump. Malleus hums, interest flashing in his green eyes as he keeps a close eye on the riders handing out flowers. Rollo gave a suitable nod to one of the riders, who understood immediately as she galloped towards them. 

“Welcome to the City of Flowers! May your visit here be one to remember!” Handing Azul, Jamil, Ruggie, and Riddle a red rose, she made her way towards Deuce, Silver, Malleus, Yuu, and Grim. “Here you go! A flower to represent an everlasting friendship.” Each one of them got a yellow rose. After she finished handing them one, she moved on to the next group. 

“Rollo, we got word of the last guest that was supposed to be the chaperon for both NRC and RSA.” Whispered Eliott to his right, a tablet in his hands. Pulling away from your figure, he gestures at him to continue. “He will be arriving in around ten to twenty minutes, there has been a delay with his trip but he should be able to make it before the ceremony comes to an end.”

Profesor Mozus Trein, he had volunteered to be the chaperon for both schools, however, he couldn’t be there when Rollo had gone to greet the students. Apparently, he had some issues with his familiar that he couldn’t ignore. “When did you receive the notification?”

“About twelve minutes ago.” Eliott responded after checking his tablet. Rollo nods, “Send one of the members from the student council to go wait for him at the magic mirror. It shouldn’t be long before he arrives.” 

“Alright, I’ll send Catherine then.” Typing away in his tablet, Eliott turned to Jules and began discussing the next planned events they had for their guests. Rollo went back to look at you, however, he noticed that someone else had their eye on you. 

Malleus Draconia

The fae prince had a small gentle smile (it would have looked sadistic to anyone else) as he gazed at you. Something aching to tenderness flashed in his deep green eyes. Rollo felt himself sneer and quickly covered his lower face with his handkerchief. Something ugly twisted in his chest, it made him feel bitter. 

Suddenly, your eyes met him and you beamed at him like you always have. And in an instant, the feeling vanished as it was replaced with gentle warmth. You raised your hand, excitedly waving at him, the sun casting warm rays to your face, illuminating your natural beauty even further. He felt himself smiling like a fool, and without even noticing, he had raised his hand in a half waive. 

That seemed to boost up your energy as your face flushed pink and a dazzling smile covered your face in pure joy. Guiding Snowflake towards the other set of obstacles, he watched as you ran with your other four clubmates, more energy in each movement than before. 

Someone hummed cheerly in his left ear, startling him. Turning to face the cause of the sound, he almost shrieked as the floating head of Chen'ya greeted him. The cat beastman chuckles, a smile too wide for his face breaks out as the rest of his body appears before him. “Why dear president~ I had no clue you had a lover performing. I wonder, is that why you were in such a hurry to get us here?”

Something about the tone Chenya used was getting on his nerves. It may have been the teasing tilt or the obvious mockery, either way Rollo didn’t like it. Glaring at the cat, he simply turns to face the performance. “She is simply a friend of mine, it’s her first time performing and she wanted me to be here.”

“Mmm, my, my, friends?” Leaning in further, the purple haired boy hums. “Are you sure that is all you feel for the little birdy?” 

“I don’t know what you are insinuating.” 

Leaning back, the cat gives him a shit eating grin. “I am just saying, if you don’t act quick, a little dragon may steal that birdy from you.” At the implication, Rollo feels a wave of anger hit him. Before he could respond back, Riddle had reached forwards and pulled Chenya by the collar of his sweater. “Chenya! What have I told you about instigating fights?!”

The cat laughs, “Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to have a nice little chat with the president.” He looked anything but sorry. Frowning, he gave the boy a pointed look. “I would appreciate it if you don’t stick your nose where it doesn't belong.” His voice was so cold that it even startled Riddle.

“I apologize on his behalf, Rollo. I will make sure this doesn't happen again.” Pulling the boy away from the white haired boy, Riddle once again offers another apology and walks away with Chenya, scolding him about manners. 

“Honestly, who does he think he is…” He mumbles slowly under his breath. Huffing, he goes back to watching the performance, yet the words Chenya spoke to him bounced inside his mind. Without thinking, he glances towards Malleus. The fae was staring at another rider, but his eyes flickered to you every once in a while. 

Shaking his head, Rollo tried to rationalize that Malleus simply looked at you like that because he may have never seen people perform with horses until today. He reeked of child amazement the longer he looked at the performers. 

Nothing more, nothing less.

_____

Blot, blot, blot…

Staggering at the sudden vision, you lean on Snowflake for balance. The horse huffs as if concerned and stops moving once you reach the stables. Blinking away the blurriness, you swore you had seen black ink drop right in front of you and into a puddle. 

“What the hell…” You mumbled, head feeling a little fuzzy. “Hey, you alright [name]?” Asked one of your clubmates. Her blue eyes glancing at you with worry. Giving her a strained smile, you nod. “Yeah, just a little thirsty. Don’t worry, I will get some water before the last performance.” She doesn't look convinced but nods nonetheless. 

Guiding Snowflake into one of the stables with water, you leave him there and go to your changing room in order to take a break before the next performance. 

_____

Yuu blinks away the wave of dizziness he suddenly has. Grim yelps as he is almost dropped to the ground the moment Yuu stagers forward. Deuce, who was next to him, manages to steady him before he could fall to the ground. “Whoa! You alright?!” Asked his blue haired friend, eyes glancing at him with concern.

Epel helps him settle Yuu in one of the nearby chairs, his baby blue eyes looking just as concerned as he felt. Waving them away, he gives them his best convincing smile. “I-I’m fine, it's probably just the heat of the sun mixed with the excitement of the crowd.” 

It wasn’t the full truth, but he couldn’t tell them why he had almost fainted. Deuce and Epel share a look, “Have you gotten enough sleep prefect?” Said Deuce, eyeing him cautiously. “Or did you barely sleep because of the excitement of going on this trip?” Added Epel while giving him the same look.

“He actually woke up pretty early.” Grim finally spoke from his position on the ground. Both boys turn to look at him and Yuu glances away with a wince. He had another weird dream, the usual ones he had when someone was about to overblot. He had tried to piece it together to figure out who may be the next victim. 

But the dream didn’t fit anyone on campus. 

And now that he had another vision, this one showing the blot accumulation, he was sure that the person who would overblot wasn’t from his school or RSA. His brown eyes glanced at Rollo, Jules, and Eliott. The three of them huddled in a circle, looking at something Eliott was showing them. Yuu had a hunch that this time, the victim was going to be one of them.

And if his hunch was correct, it may be Rollo.

Yuu had no clue what Chenya had told the third year, but it must have struck a nerve if even Riddle flinched at the tone Rollo had used. No one had seen the interaction, and Yuu had only managed to witness it when he noticed that Chenya and Riddle were not next to him as they had been moments prior. 

“Yeah…I was excited for the trip and ended up waking earlier than planned. I couldn’t go to sleep after that.” Yuu laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Epel shook his head, “Ya need to take care of yourself prefect.” Yuu chuckles but nods along. 

Looking towards the left, he sees Malleus looking at the place where the performance had taken place. A far away look in his green eyes. He wondered what he was thinking about. Shrugging, he went back to focusing on Deuce and Epel, both talking about the tricks the horses had done. 

Yuu prayed that he was wrong about the next blot victim.

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Info on the event:

In this au, the festival has a tradition in where five different color jesters will appear and take two people before the opening ceremony begins

The five color jesters are called hunters

The judge mentioned is not related to Frollo, it will make more sense once I post the other chapter as to why they call the reader 'judge'

In case you haven't figured it out, yes Rollo will be overblotting

Neige and Chen'ya will be more included in this au

Eliott and Jules like tormenting people

Fun fact, did yall know that Frollo's horse's name was Snowball, I decided to use that in my favor

[thamaris]

Daughter of the Sea (OP AU) - Each sea has a 'daughter' but they are all children of Mother Sea.

The daughters are somewhat based on the elemental directions;

Nemo (Tempest) is the East Blue so she's air.

Fissure (Fizz) is the South Blue, so fire, and she's based on hydrothermal vents.

Maelstrom (Mel) is the West Blue which is water.

Glacier is the North Blue, and even though the north element is earth, because she's the sea her thing is ice.

They all have white hair and eyes; Glacier is snow and ice, Fissure is a carbon dioxide based thermal vent as opposed to a sulphur one (which would be black,) Maelstrom's hair is like the crashing waves, and then Nemo is the wind.

The spirit of Tempest returns to her mother, and Nemo takes her place, and she doesn't understand who or what she is anymore.

'Rescued' from the shores of a deserted island where the Big Top docks for a time (because she doesn't know the water cant keep her there,) and she joins the crew. She discovers that she likes painting, so she does that, along with other menial stuff, like cleaning, and is constantly fighting the urge to throw herself into the sea.

At some point when they're in calm shallow waters, she is allowed to dive into the sea, and through some shenanigans she learns she can't drown. Buggy takes advantage of this by appointing her as his treasure hunter where she dives for all the treasure on the sea floor, like he had originally planned to do before eating the devil fruit.

On one outing, she was diving near a nest of some kind of sea beast, and they naturally like her because she is the sea, so it was a lot of fun! A group of pirate upstarts thought she was an easy target, and while Nathan was acting as a sort of navigator for them; he was only there because they were his way off his home island.

Long story short, the crew out in the open get mauled, and Nathan (the only one who wasn't out on the deck) joins Nemo. He refuses to be a pirate because he doesn't mesh morally with it, and he just wants to see the world, so he claims Nemo as his captain (in a crew of 2 lol) and helps navigate the sea so she isn't going just off of a feeling, and whatever vague rumours or map she can't understand that Buggy gave her. When she's diving he minds the boat.

The whole premise with Nemo and Buggy is that he has somehow failed upwards once again with an aspect of the very sea that rejects him as a devil fruit user now embraces him.

Insp songs; Daughter of the Sea - Eliott Tordo Erhu | Loreley - Blackmore's Night

[youtfavoritebookwriter]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A moth to a flame ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His grayish-green eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”

You think for a minute not much to think about "to fuck?" I knew I was going to get killed today but I wanted to have fun first

Eliotte shifted in his seat, exhaling a cloud of smoke from a cigarette that he held in his hand. “No,” He said, looking at you through the smokey cloud. “I can assure you our intentions aren’t pleasurable.” A glare fell on you, his eyes piercing and intimidating.

“We’re gathering information. You have an interesting background for someone in your line of work, and we want to know more.” He took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me, y/n, in what way do you disrupt the flow of business for people like me?” he inquired with genuine curiosity. He seemed to be waiting for an answer, his body language still as cold as his personality.

Clearly realizing you're fucked and are probably not making it out alive you wanted to play with him for a little " aw but your so hot I bet you'd be a great pornstar" Eliotte chuckled darkly, but it wasn’t a sound someone would describe as joyful. It was empty, a sound that resonated with pain and hardship. He let out a ring of smoke, his eyes momentarily flicking to the burning tip of the cigarette before he looked back at you.

"But you would be, I bet it's big" y/n said snarkly. She was Practically holding back laughter at this point

“Don’t try to get under my skin,” he warned, leaning against the back of the chair. “I’m not the type to be amused or have fun with someone who’s just trying to buy time. I value time, and wasting yours here won’t benefit you in the end.” He took another drag, the air in the room thick with the scent of smoke. “Tell us what we need to know or we’ll find it through other means.”w

He didn’t outright threaten you, but the implication was clear. He wouldn’t hesitate to harm you to get what he wanted.

"Look Im to much of a pea brain to care about this situation so like if not fucking then I want out " did Eliotte know what she was doing probably but she didn't care all she hoped is he wouldn't call her bluff

Eliotte’s gaze didn’t waver. “Is that so?” he questioned. “Well, it’s up to you. You can continue to sit here and risk the methods I’ve mentioned, or you can cooperate. I wouldn’t blame you if you chose the latter. It’s safer for you. Me? I’ll get what I want regardless.”

He tapped the cigarette against the ashtray, the ring of ash falling onto the dark surface. His index finger traced along the rim of the ashtray, a predatory smile stretching across his lips.

“In the end,” he continued, “you're here, and I have all the time in the world.” He took another drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing bright red in the dim light as he let the smoke out slowly. His eyes never left yours, holding you in place with their intensity.

"Bitch cooperate with what? all that I care about is sex drugs and money so can I leave "Eliotte’s smile fell away, replaced by the same cold expression he’d worn from the moment he entered the room. “Not yet,” he informed you. “Tell me, how do you plan to obtain all this wealth and pleasure while disrupting the flow of business for me and others like me?”

His voice was calm, controlled, and the lack of emotion made the words even more chilling. He wanted to know if your claims were true or just a foolish brat’s words. He needed to know what to expect from someone connected to his world. The cigarette hung from his lips as he watched you, waiting for your response. The air was thick with tension, every second feeling like an eternity.

"I'm a stripper I earn like 50k a day it's kinda nice" "Eliotte’s brows knitted together, his gaze becoming sharper. “Fifty thousand a day?” he questioned. “That’s quite the sum. How is this even possible?”

He seemed genuinely curious, but underneath that curiosity laid a skepticism that hinted at disbelief. He was going to dig deeper, analyzing every claim you made to find out the truth. The coldness in the room grew, and even though he hadn’t changed his seated posture, the tension in the air suggested danger.

“Perhaps, I’ll have to visit your establishment to see for myself if this is so,” he said, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray. “For now, let’s move on to other topics. Tell me about your gang and their operations. I want to know every detail,” he demanded, leaning forward, his body language now commanding.

"Wait have I been in a gang this whole time? What the fuck are you talking about" y/n couldn't believe what she heard she was in a gang this whole time?

Eliotte leaned back once more, taking his time to smoke another cigarette as he waited for your confusion to subside. When it seemed like there would be no immediate answer, he let out a long breath. “Apparently, you’re out of the loop. That’s not a problem. We can handle that,” he said with cool professionalism.

He stood, tapping the ash from the cigarette onto the ashtray one final time before grinding it out. His eyes twinkled with interest, a sinister gleam appearing in the grayish green depths.

“We’ll start from the beginning. We’ll figure out who you work with, what they’ve done—and for all intents and purposes, what you’ve done, too.” He indicated another man in the room. “It’s time for a different kind of interrogation.” With that, he left you in the room, the door closing behind him, sealing you in with your thoughts and impending fate.

"What did I just do? " she didn't want to know what's happening next... Will she actually die?

Alone in the room, your heart pounded, each thud all the more pronounced in the silence. The severity of the situation began to weigh on you, the questions circling in your mind. What did you get yourself into, and what would become of you?

The door to the room opened once more, a different man stepping in. He wore a suit, too, but it appeared different in texture from Eliotte’s. His eyes were cold, with a hint of satisfaction at the situation. He held a varying set of tools, from metal hooks to a stapler.

“Let’s begin,” he said, beckoning you to stand. The fateful meeting with the mafia boss had only just started, and it seemed there was no escape from the path you’d unwittingly set upon.

"Aw shit" she mumbled under her breath "uhm... I plead the fifth! " she didn't want to spill anything confidential but peading the fifth would not work.

The man simply chuckled at your response, and without another word, he moved towards you. He was efficient and business-like, wasting no time in getting what he wanted.

He secured your arms against your body with a thick leather strap, anchoring it tightly to the back of the interrogation chair. He did the same to your legs, spreading them wide apart. Once you were immobilized, he started his work.

Tears filled your eyes as he began, the pain from the tools he used registering in your mind. Mercy was not in his repertoire, and he didn’t spare you any kindness. The man worked methodically and without pause.

Eliotte’s words echoed in your head, reminding you that you were in over your head. Each harsh strike brought you farther to the truth he desires. with no escape from the pain,and y/n loved it, the mafia obviously didn't read any of your files .Your options were simple:pass out of exhaustion or pass out from losing too much blood, and hope they’d spare you, The choice wasn't yours, and in that cold room either way you would pass out you would hold out or die trying. Even though you were basically slowly dying

"Fuck this is hot, harder! mhmm" slipped out of your mouth was it on purpose? Of course it was . Well.. Sorta

The man paused for a brief second, probably bewildered by your response. He looked at you with narrowed eyes, clearly expecting you to be in a state of utter despair. His confusion was short-lived, though, as he shook his head and returned to his work. The tools, now used more ferociously, tore through your skin.

It seemed you would have to learn the true definition of 'hot and hard'. The mafia's way of acquiring information was ruthless, calculated, and left no room for disobedience or pleasure beyond the satisfaction of your captors. Each strike increased in intensity, the echo of metal against flesh ringing through the room, louder than your cries for more and your moans

You realized then that the world you’d been a part of was not at all innocent. Pain radiated through your body and you loved it , a constant reminder of the brutality that now claimed you. Your plea for heated pleasure only further fueled the torture you endured.they didn't care what happened to you and that was the trill to you.

"Ah fuck I'm so glad I'm a masochist this is turning me on way to much" the pain hurt so much the pain felt so good

The man paused once more, his expression twisting into something between disgust and amusement. “Do you enjoy this, woman?” he growled, the tools clattering to the floor.

"I love it sooo much I want more" you interjected like a moth to a flame you to pain.

Eliotte appeared in the doorway, his face showing no emotions, just like before. “Interesting,” He said, his voice grave. “Keep going, but something tells me her limits, for now, haven’t been reached.” He walked back to a nearby desk and started to write something.

"YES please " interrupting was your specialty to get you le way but this time it was easier than ever.

The man who was torturing you turned back around, his eyes narrowed. He seemed determined to either break you or use you for his own twisted amusement. He picked up a thick, sharp knife from the tools on the floor and started to drag it over your skin, not cutting deep but just enough to leave a trail of red.

The knife sliced along your arms, sides, and thighs—marking you like an animal. The pain was excruciatingly delightful, and you couldn't help but tremble under the man's touch. It seemed your arousal couldn't stop you didn't want it to stop

"Fuckkk I want more MORE please don't stop I want more I'm almost there"you were so close to your breaking point what will happen will you be left to die? forced to work? All you could hope was you could see daylight

The man paused once more, clearly perplexed. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dripping with hatred. “Brace yourself then.”

He began his brutal work again, this time mercilessly. The knife bit deep into your skin, the stapler piercing your sensitive flesh. Blood dripped down your body, creating a puddle around the chair. Your body thrashed, embracing both the agony and the ecstasy that spun in your head.

Eliotte watched from his desk, the pen he was using to write screeching across the paper. His eyes never left you, and he smirked at your twisted predicament. You became a plaything in their hands, an object of their sadistic desires.

The pain intensified, the crescendo of cruelty reaching new heights. You called out for more, but how far did you want this to go? How far down this rabbit hole of agony and pleasure did you want to descend? The mafia would test your limits, and you couldn't deny how intensely addicted you became to the mix of misery and pleasure they inflicted.

"FUCKK I'm almost there more deeper! " you yelled and yelled till it stop toy reached your breaking point what happen will you-

As you reached your climax, the man paused, staring at you in disbelief. Eliotte, however, just watched with a cold smirk, having seen enough.

“You’ve proven your point,” Eliotte finally said, walking over. He took the knife from your torturer. “As entertaining as it is, I want answers. Finish her when you’re done.” He turned back to the chair, his eyes never leaving you.

The torture continued.

The intensity heightened, and you plunged deeper into the abyss, pain and pleasure intertwining like serpents. Your mind was hazy, and your cries for more began to fade. You wanted answers, too, just not the ones that this cruel circumstance had brought.

Please you want more please please... " you wanted answers but as the sick fuck you am you wanted more the promptly passed out from losing to much blood

Part 2 soon

[mattyriddlesbitch]

coffee

italian latina. 5'5 and 185 ibs. olive tone, brown eyes, wavy/curly black hair that naturally ombres into brown, chubby figure like not exactly plus size but not exactly mid size ykwim?. i love the rockstar aesthetic/style but i also love the 90s witch aesthetic/style. i love researching family history especially my heritage. i am into witchcraft but im not exactly practicing atm since im busy researching everything first. i smoke cigs and absolutely loves vodka. i am very hard working, 100s on school work and two seasonal jobs so i can immediately move out once i have enough money and be successful without the negativity called family. i love listening to maneskin and isabel larosa but recently im interested in dark wave and electro type of music like from skam france s3 whenever eliott parties. i love talking astronomy, mythology and paganism. i am interested in learning the drums and the guitars. i am interested on relearning vocal harmony and shit because i haven't properly been trained in singing in 4 years. but i dont wanna be a rockstar i wanna be a model. favorite series are baby, elite, teen wolf and supernatural. favorite seasons are autumn n spring. and my personality is sarcastic, dramatic, chaotic yet somehow very calm at the same time. i hope thats enough info.

I'm going with Mattheo. I think you two could really bond over family problems. I think he'd love listening to you talk about mythology and astronomy and everything. Stargazing dates are a must with him. I think he can relate too to loving cigarettes and vodka. I also think he'd like the rockstar/witchy aesthetic.

[bubbles-the-banshee]

Happy STS!

"Your characters are invited to a Halloween party; costumes required. Tell me what they're dressing up as and how the night goes. 🙃"

Thank you for another awesome ask, @toribookworm22! I went ahead and answered for the Fantastic Hervaskian Four + Dante, Rowen, Ty, and Will.

The ultimate, power couple—Aisha and Lea—are 100% going as Howl and Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle. Lea is end-of-the-movie, silver bob Sophie, and Aisha does blonde, box braids for beginning-of-the-movie Howl. They spend the entire night being super couple-y and adorable, and Aisha is in-character the entire time—lots of hand-kissing and melodramatics. (Aisha borrowed the coat from Eliott; they own it, not for costume purposes, but because it's a look.)

As I mentioned in another ask, Eliott doesn't have great feelings about the Fall/Winter season, so Octavius convinces them to to go to the party and picks out their costumes. They go as Fiore and Artemis from Sailor Moon R: The Movie. (Octavius wanted Eliott to go as Sailor Moon, but let's be real, those aren't their vibes.) Octavius does a costume change halfway through the party into Luna for funsies.

Eliott doesn't suggest a couple's costume to Dante, because while he is 100% that bitch, he is subtle about it, and Eliott's just a little too insecure to ask. So, the minute he knows who they're going as (Lea tells him), Dante plans out his costume and makes an elaborate, in-character entrance as Tuxedo Mask after Eliott arrives. They are starry-eyed. Dante is secretly sweating, and they absolutely leave the party early—saying nothing.

Acon is not the type to participate in anything that might be viewed as "childish," but he also doesn't want to be left out. After finding out everyone else is dressing up, he asks Eliott for ideas, and they tell him to "go as something fun, obscure, and nostalgic," so he shows up as the Rankin/Bass, claymation Jack Frost to the awe of many. It's a night of compliments and embarrassed blushing, and Aisha gets him drunk enough to sing "One of a Kind."

Now, I know what you're thinking. Rowen's a vampire; she has long, black hair and impeccable fashion sense. Obviously, she goes as Morticia Addams. Well, you're right, but you're wrong. She's been alive for longer than the country of Hervaskor, and she has the taste and grace to match, but she's also a huge dork. She jumps on the chance to go as James Daly's Dracula. In fact, she commits so hard that she dyes and cuts her hair. (She spikes the punch bowl and spends the entire night fucking with Eliott while Ty laughs.)

Ty goes as a sheet ghost. Full stop. It has nothing to do with laziness and everything to do with the need to half-ass in a group of overachievers. They're proving a point, and they absolutely win best costume.

I struggled with Will's costume because he's so cool, far cooler than I or anyone else can hope to be; I imagined he'd go as an awesome, historical figure that nobody's every heard of, but then I realized I was a fool. The answer, like a brilliant flash of light, came to me on the edge of sleep. He goes as fucking Static Shock and absolutely kills it. (If it weren't for Ty, he'd win best costume. It starts a rivalry that spans generations.)

[ratsoh-writes]

Fancy. *I get the charger and hook it up*

Directions say to charge it for an hour. The charge lasts 6 hours.

*I read further* then... *I hum as I get down the directions* it says 'a parent have to wear it for 1 hour.'

*Elliot wakes up and coos*

*Harold is still going at the little shovel*

(i'm wearing my green cargo pants, a black tank top, black tennis shoes, and Rancher's hoodie. My hair in a messy French braid down my back. My body ain't snapped back yet, so I wear something baggy up top*

*my contacts work now that I'm not pregnant anymore. So I don't gotta wear my glasses all the time*

*Harold picked up a few words of French and Norwegian from me when I speak to Marie sometimes)

Rancher is in sweats and a tshirt since he’s basically a house husband until eliott has his inhibitor up and running. When the bracelet is fully charged, rancher slips it on his own wrist and helps tidy up while you both wait for it to figure out what it’s blocking

[riddlehatereddi]

MY FAVOURITE QUEER-PLATONIC OC'S

Please ignore any fucky colours my vision is very poor

THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS

Image Description Under Cut

[ID Start] Eliott stand to the left of the screen. He is a white man, with vitiligo around his eyes and mouth. His hair is in a ginger mullet and he has blue eyes. He has multiple ear piercings, eyebrow piercings and he has a septum ring. He has plasters over his cheek, nose bridge and forehead. Eliott wear a black tank top, white scoliosis brace, blue sleeveless jacket, blue short, pink socks and black shoes. He's leaning on two black crutches. Next to him, it says, Eliott Taylor, He/Him, Scottish, Transgender, Gay. Shafeen sits to the right of the screen. She is a brown-skinned woman, with long brown hair accented with punk raccon stripes, slight stubble, a red spiraled prosthetic left eye, and a barely visible cochlear implant. She wear several hairclips, a green tank top with a picture of Gir from Invader Zim, black skirt, mismatched purple & blue socks, purple & black arm warmer on her left arm, and multiple brightly coloured bracelets on her right arm. She sits in a wheelchair with black seating and a pink frame. Above her it says, Shafeen Baig, She/They, English Pakistani, Transgender, Lesbian. Eliott & Shafeen are on a background made of multiple brightly coloured squares. [End ID]

[outerspacekenz]

Hate Crimes are Real

To understand how hate crimes play a role in maintaining systems of inequality, first we need to understand the definition. It is a crime, which may or may not involve violence, that is motivated by prejudice on the basis of ethnicity, race, religion, sexual orientations, and other different identities. As well as knowing hate crimes are also known as bias-motivated crimes. Hate crimes maintain systems of inequalities because they target people that do not conform to societal “norms”. They also “represent fear and intense anger about entitlements or about imagined ways of living that they fear might be loss” (Gendered Voices, Feminist Visions pg 70); people are so scared about societal norms, that they are willing to target people who don’t follow them. This is how hate crimes maintain inequality, because of the mythical norms. A woman is still a woman whether she has short or long hair. A man is still a man even if he expresses emotions; that doesn't mean he is weak. All of these things are part of being human; having choices and emotions and everyone is different, that is the beauty. But hate crimes are people feeling offended about how they deem their gender, sexual orientation, race, etc. is supposed to act, but there is no real “law” on how certain people must look like, act like, or even dress like. 

Sadly there are many examples of hate crime even just in the United States, and all over the world. In the past few years there have been many hate crimes usually targeted towards BIPOC communities as well as the LGBT+ community. One example of a hate crime directed towards POC happened in 2022, at Evanston Haven Middle School. Which was a “fatal act of white supremacist terrorism in Buffalo that resulted in the tragic loss of 10 lives, a total of 13 victims – 11 of whom were Black” (YWCA Evanston-North Shore, Responding to racist hate crimes in our community and across the nation). Hate crimes even happen to children, many of whom don’t understand what is going on around the world. They go to school to learn and make friends but are still targeted because of their race. Another example is a major shooting that happened in Orlando at a gay nightclub. This crime was targeted against the LGBT+ community. “An American-born man who’d pledged allegiance to ISIS gunned down 49 people early Sunday at a gay nightclub in Orlando, the deadliest mass shooting in the United States and the nation’s worst terror attack since 9/11, authorities said '' (Ralph Ellis, Ashley Fantz, Faith Karimi and Eliott C. McLaughlin, Orlando Shooting: 49 killed, shooter pledged ISIS allegiance). It was a terrible shooting where many members of the LGBT community were hurt and killed. 

Here are links to the articles, if you would like to read more:

Evanston Haven Middle School

Orlando 

[she-is-tim]

Bleeding Hearts | Elu Vampire Soulmate AU | Ch.2

AO3 link

Eliott is living on alcohol, weed and blood. That drives his dead body on a daily basis, giving him at least some kind of purpose in his meaningless life. Being immortal sucks. Being dead sucks even more. All he wants is to get out of this endless loop of nothingness, but he doesn’t expect that to happen so soon. When he meets him, his world turns upside down and his heart starts to beat again.

Ch.1

Crossing paths

Blood was dripping down from his lips as he raised his head. An inhuman groan left his throat as the warm liquid filled his insides. His whole body was on fire, he felt himself becoming stronger, invincible even. The metallic flavor on his tongue reminded him of who he was and where he belonged, to the darkness. No one could stop him, because he could kill them all. There will be no more hesitation, no more holding back. The beast inside him cried out, showing his dominance. He slowly opened his eyes that were sparkling blue in the dim light, gazing down at the body in front of him. A beautiful face, small frame, the disheveled brown locks now bathing in deep crimson liquid that was still flowing out of the two holes bitten into his soft neck. Large, ocean blue eyes wide open, showing no signs of life in them. Lucas was dead. The monster killed him. 

Eliott’s eyes snapped open, gasping for air. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, tears rolling down his cheeks. He grabbed the shirt he was sleeping in, trying to normalize his breathing and heartbeat. It was such a hard thing to live with a functioning body after spending more than twenty years to get used to being dead. He was just like every other human being, sweating, crying, swallowing, peeing, sleeping, but still different. The sun still burned him, that was sure and he still craved for blood more than anything. Actually things got worse in the last few days. 

He kept following Lucas from afar, making sure the boy won’t notice him. He knew that this was not right, but he just couldn’t hold himself back. It was a strong force inside that made him listen to his newly awakened heart instead of his head. And of course it wouldn’t shut up about Lucas. He needed to know where he lived, where he was working, going to school, to get coffee, who he was visiting at the hospital. Every single detail about his life. At least it was a reason for him to get out of his apartment. Luckily the weather was really cloudy and cold, so he was able to be outside during daytime. He had to admit that with his alive body there came a lot of inconveniences, like feeling cold. Wearing shoes were just as awful as he remembered, but he needed it to protect his feet from the cold. Funny how just for that he wished his dead body back. 

He reached for his phone, that somehow ended up on the floor next to his bed to check the time. It was already past 10, so Lucas was already on the campus, probably being bored to death. Eliott loved to watch him through the university building windows as he was sitting in the classroom, tapping on his cheeks with a pencil, gazing at the professor with those beautiful, ocean blue eyes. Whenever it seemed like the boy noticed him, his heart would beat a thousand miles per hour, just to realize it’s basically impossible. He was a vampire, Lucas was a mortal, therefore he was not able to recognize him until he wanted him to. Of course that was all his heart wished for, but he just couldn’t let it happen. He knew if he would enter the boy’s life in any form, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from being around him all the time, trying to get his attention and make him fall in love. 

He got up from his bed. Since he met his “soulmate” and his heart started beating again he needed much more sleep than before. Now it was 5-6 hours instead of 1 or 2. His abilities were still the same, he was fast, quiet, agile and strong. It was just his brain needed a break and his body needed recharge, which was accomplished by sleeping. 

The kitchen was a bit messy, since he tried to cook something last night, which almost ended with burning down the place. Thankfully he was fast enough to put out the small fire in the pan, but he was sure that the omlette he was making died in the accident. A sad story really. He might do a funeral for it later the day by the trash cans behind the building. Gotta give the honor to those poor eggs that sacrificed themselves to prove him that becoming a vampire didn’t help with his cooking skills. 

He was too sleepy to clean up his own mess, so he just turned on his coffee machine and waited for it to make him some liquid black gold. His hands were still shaking and his heart was racing after the terrible dream he had. Ever since he was following the boy, nightmares like this were haunting him endlessly, reminding him of what could happen if he gets too close to Lucas. What happens if he loses control when he’s around him. That’s why he has to stay away, just observing from the distance, never initiating any sort of contact.  One cup of black coffee later he was agressively staring out the window, well more precisely through a small gap between the thick curtains. The sun was shining bright, no signs of clouds. He hated days like this, because it meant that he had to spend his time inside his apartment, far from Lucas. 

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. This was not the end of the world, he will go to see him after the sun sets, until then he has a lot of time to spend. The living room was also a mess, crumpled papers, empty beer bottles and an empty box of chinese takeout he ordered after last night’s tragedy. He flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV and just letting it fill the annoying silence. Well, he could hear people walking on the streets, the old lady downstairs talking to her cat, some young couple having sex a few doors away. Who the hell has sex at 11 in the morning? Don’t they have a workplace or school to attend to? Fucking youngsters. 

━━━━

He was halfway through a TV show called The Umbrella Academy when he got startled by his buzzing phone. He reached for it, snatching from the coffee table he was resting his feet on and accepted the call without checking who was calling him. 

“Yes?” he asked, his voice was still a bit raspy, considering he haven’t talked to anyone in days now. 

“Eliott, my favorite barista! How’s it going?” came the enthusiastic voice of Alexandre Delano from the other side of the line. He couldn’t help the small smile creeping up on his face. They knew each other since a while now. Even a vampire needs a job to maintain his regular life somehow, like paying rent, his Netflix subscription, buying weed, alcohol, coffee and other unhealthy things to fuel his body on a daily basis. That’s why he had a part-time job at a night club a couple streets away from his apartment. It was perfect, because they opened after sunset and were closing a few hours before dawn, which meant that he could work without making stupid excuses when it’s a sunny day. Plus the job was fairly easy, he had to make cocktails, serve it and be charming. Basically the perfect place for a vampire. It also helped him with his self control, since it wasn’t easy being around so many people, feeling their pulse pumpig to the rhythm of the loud music, exposed necks and easy preys everywhere. 

“Hey, Alex. Long time.” he said softly, pausing the episode he was currently watching. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could come in and cover a shift for us today. You weren’t here since a week now and Emma fucking misses you.” he said with playfulness in his tone, which made Eliott chuckle. 

“Or she just misses my special margarita cocktail.” he joked, but it was probably true. Emma was his coworker, just like Alex, but she couldn’t quite keep herself away from the drinks. She almost got fired a couple times, but the boys always stood up for her.

“Oh, come on, man! We all miss your stupid face!” he claimed. “What would we do without your sarcastic jokes and grumpy behavior?” 

“That’s just super nice, thank you.” he murmured, rolling his eyes with a fond smile on his face.

“You know how I meant. And it’s fucking friday, students are going crazy! There will be a lots of people. We need all the help we can get.” 

“Chill, Alex. I was in the minute I heard your voice.” he calmed him softly, enjoying the warm feeling that was spreading in his chest.

“Really?! That’s cool. See you at 21h?” he asked happily and Eliott could hear Emma’s voice in the background. They were probably out together somewhere. 

“Sure. See you.” he replied and hung up. 

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Long hours passed and the club was now filled with mostly tipsy and wilding university students, trying to get rid of all the stress they’ve been gathering throughout the whole week. Eliott was surprised that his beast didn’t even try to burst out, even though he drank half a liter of AB+ before he left his apartment. Maybe it was because of his beating heart, he had no idea, but there was no reason to complain, since that made his job ten times easier. 

He had a lot of fun at the bar with Alex and Emma, making cocktails, serving drinks to sweaty youngsters, enjoying the thumping sounds of dubstep and techno music while watching the crowd of bodies swaying on the dance floor. Of course the brunette couldn’t help herself and got a tiny bit tipsy within two hours. She was a pain in the butt to handle, keep spilling drinks, jabbering at the guests and dancing around the boys clumsily. They had to help her up or clean the mess she made, but they didn’t mind it, because they were having fun. Eliott couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so much, but with all these new feelings inside him, everything was much more intense. Halfway through their shift Alex pointed out how he changed, but in a good way and that he is happy for him, to which Eliott replied with a wide grin. He really was happier and his friend had no idea how much he actually changed. Finally he could feel like he was a normal boy, who wasn’t 48 years old, stuck in a 20 year old body and craving for other people’s blood. He was just Eliott, the bartender. 

Somewhere around midnight he needed to go to the bathroom, just to wash his face and refresh himself. Babysitting Emma all night was a hard task, even for an immortal. As he looked in the mirror, water dripping from his face he felt like he is not seeing a monster, but himself. The young boy that got killed so long ago by a creature of the night made his way back, taking over his body, enjoying his life. He wished for this to be permanent, but a little voice in the back of his head kept reminding him that he can never be normal again, that he and his whole life is completely fucked up. 

He wiped his face with a paper towel and exited the bathroom, walking back towards the bar. He had to stop for a moment when his heart skipped a beat. It was so sudden and unexpected, that he got shocked. It took him not more than a few seconds to notice the cause of it. Lucas was standing by the bar, holding a bottle of beer and chatting with Alex casualy. Eliott panicked. His breathing quickened, heart racing like there’s no tomorrow and his nose got filled with the oh, so familiar scent of mint and deodrant, covering all the different smells that were flying around in the air. He could only see and feel the presence of Lucas, everyone else ceased to exist for him. 

What the fuck is he doing here?!

He could feel his palms getting sweaty, hair sticking to the nape of his neck. His heart was screaming at him, telling him to go over there, talk to Lucas, but this time his brain was sober enough to start coming up with escape routes. He knew he shouldn’t be running away from his workplace, but he couldn’t go there to the brunette and act like he wasn’t just following him for 2 weeks in a row, watching his every step, memorizing his classes and routines. 

No, he can’t go there. No way. He was just about to head towards the back door that was leading to the storage, sneaking out from there, when Emma appeared next to him. He was usually well aware of his own surroundings, being able to tell if someone tried to approach him, but not this time. He was too fucking preoccupied with a certain brown haired, blue eyed boy that was currently laughing at something his stupid friend - Basile, if he remembers his name correctly - said just now. And damn if that laugh wasn’t the best thing he ever heard, Adding to that he was wearing tight, stone washed black jeans with a black button up shirt. Eliott swallowed.

“Hey, Eli! My sweetheart, why are you standing here alone?” she chirped, the smell of vodka mixed with brandy almost, almost covered the sweet scent of Eliott’s beloved boy. Emma threw her arm around the guy’s neck and pulled him towards the bar, keep rambling about some shit. He tried to resist, but it would be too suspicious. He had no choice but to join his friend at the bar. 

“Hey! You’re back!” Alex yelled over the loud music happily. “I was worried that you flushed yourself down in the toilet.” he joked and nudged his side playfully. 

Eliott would laugh at his joke, but all of his hairs were straightening up as he felt the strong presence of Lucas. He was too busy explaining something to his friends at the moment, so he got the chance to just take him in. His beautiful face, his strong jawline, that fucking disheveled hair, his long lashes that were casting spidery shadows on his soft cheeks. Damn, he was so beautiful. 

He got startled out of his thoughts by fingers snapping in front of his nose. He shook his head and looked at Emma, who was standing in front of him with a smug grin on her face. Oh, fuck! 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” she asked, though it seemed like she already knew the answer. Eliott took a deep breath and shook his head. It was almost impossible to take his eyes off of Lucas, but he somehow managed to do it. 

“Nothing, I’m going back to work.” he said, trying to sound nonchalant, walking to the other side of the bar, as far away from the boys as he just could, but before he had a chance to get away, Alex grabbed his hand, pulling him to his side. He gasped as the realization hit him that all four boys had their eyes fixed on him. Those ocean blue ones were even more beautiful in the blue and pink neon lights of the place. His heart was beating to the rhythm of the music that was currently playing, though he couldn’t tell what it was actually. 

“Don’t try to escape!” Alex said with a wide smirk on his face, pointing forward with the hand that wasn’t gripping into Eliott’s shirt. “These are my sweet friends. They just started college.” he explained enthusiastically. The gang in front of them smiled friendly, they must have heard about the mysterious Eliott Demaury already. Emma likes talking when she’s drunk and he was away for enough time for her to spill some tea to basically anyone that was in her vicinity. 

“Hey, you must be the famous Eliott.” Yann said, her bright smile was in stark contrast with his skin color, which was just extremely charming. Eliott would sure find him handsome, but his eyes were still fixated on one face and it seemed like Lucas also had his full attention on him. Ocean blue eyes boring holes into his face, making his cheeks heat up. What the fuck was this boy doing to him? 

“Yes, he is.” Alex answered, pinching his side while shooting him a disapproving look that was saying ‘Just this one time, be nice to them, okay?’ Eliott wished if he could do that, but as he opened his mouth, nothing came out. 

“Ahw, look at him, being at loss of words.” Emma chimed in, sipping on a glass of god knows what, having a wide smile on her face still. “Excuse him, but he probably never seen such beautiful boys like you. Not Basile, but like the others.” she said smirking, winking at her friends.

“Hey! I’m attractive, okay?” the curly haired boy whined, slamming his beer bottle on the counter, earning a grumpy look from Alex.

“No, I’m fine.” He finally managed to find his voice and talk. He could see something shift through the brunette’s face, but it was gone in a second. “Yes, I’m Eliott. Nice to meet you.” he said and his foolish brain and his fucking polite behavior made him raise his hand. Yann grabbed it first, sending him an encouraging smile. 

“Yann, nice to meet you.” 

“Arthur.” was the next one, hair softly curling up by his ears, his glasses sitting peacefully on his reddened cheeks.

“Basile, we heard a lot about you.” he said with an excited grin, shaking the offered hand a bit too fast and too long. Still Eliott would rather take that than touching the last member of the gang. His heart threatened to just burst out of his chest in excitement and fear. Last time they touched was so fucking intense he got a panic attack, so what would happen if they shake hands? 

He had no chance to get away from it now. Basile’s sweaty palm left his, so he reached towards Lucas, who looked a bit nervous before grabbing it. The feeling of it was like electricity blasting through his nerves and veins, freezing him to the spot where he was standing. It was like something clicked inside him, like a puzzle piece finally found it’s place in the big picture. As he examined the face of the other, he just knew that Lucas was feeling this intensity too. He pulled his hand back like he was touching fire, eyes widening from shock.

“What’s wrong, Lulu?” Alex asked worried, switching his eyes from Eliott to the boy and then back. 

“Nothing.” he mumbled, his voice slightly shaking. He unconsciously licked over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth while looking at Eliott, searching for answers on his face. He wished if he could give it to him, right after he kissed those soft lips bright red. I am so damn fucked. 

“Wanna go back to dance?” Yann asked softly, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, who finally tore his gaze away from Eliott. He could finally breathe normally again. 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” he mumbled on a soft tone, finishing his beer with a few gulps and Eliott couldn’t help, but stare at his Adam’s apple moving up and down on his throat. He had to grab the counter because his fangs just popped out. The control he had over himself for the last few hours was thrown out of the window now. Every single nerve in his body was screaming for Lucas as he walked back to the dance floor with his friends. 

He was dragged out of his daze when Alex a bit too roughly poked his side with his elbow. As he looked at his friend, he could see confusion and a hint of disapprovement in his eyes. The urge to tell him everything and explain that he wasn’t just picking out Lucas for a one night stand was too strong in the moment. So as an answer, he shrugged and walked to the shelves behind them, organizing their collection of whikeys. 

Through the rest of the night, he barely saw Lucas. It was almost like he was avoiding him, since it was always just one of his friends coming to them for drinks. He was both glad and upset at that. Glad, because it was easier to hold himself back, controlling his inside monster that just wanted to burst out from the mere presence of the brunette. Upset, because his whole body was craving for the boy so much it was physically hurting him. He could smell him, hear his heartbeat and see his beautiful features in the crowd. This was a torture for sure. 

The boys left an hour before closing, dragging a very drunk Basile with them. Emma already bailed a couple hours ago, now swaying and making out with a girl on the dance floor to some shitty techno remix. Most of the people already left the place, the rest was shit faced and close to passing out. Eliott decided to clean up the floor and the counter, while Alex went to say hi to his leaving friends. Just the thought of Lucas walking away from him was painful, but as he looked towards them, his eyes locked with a pair of ocean blue ones. His cheeks were a bit red, caused by the mix of alcohol and dancing. There was something in his gaze that sent shivers down Eliott’s spine, making his body tense up. The boy blinked a couple times, licking his bottom lip yet again, basically driving him crazy with this and focused his attention back to his friends. The three of them gave a short hug to Alex, still holding their wasted buddy in a tight grip before walking out of the door. Taking a part of Eliott with him.

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Closing went much smoother than Eliott expected. He helped to get the remaining people out of the building and clean up the place, but he could leave earlier since Alex offered to close and take Emma home. She was now sleeping on a comfy couch, that was placed in one of the corners, snorring loudly. 

He put on his jacket, shaking hands with his coworker and then stepped outside. The cold breeze of the morning air shook him up a little, helping to get rid of his sleepiness. It was still hard to get used to feeling tired and the need to sleep. His feet was making a crunching sound on the sidewalk as he took a few steps, then he noticed a figure standing a few meters from him, leaning against the wall. He looked over and suddenly he forgot how to breathe. 

Lucas was just standing there, his arms crossed, wearing his signature navy blue bomber jacket over that fancy button up shirt. His hair was falling into his face and his eyes were slightly closed. He actually looked like he was sleeping, even his breathing was slow and even, smelling a bit like beer. 

He wanted to resist so bad, but it was just impossible. They were alone, people were still sleeping or going home from parties, so the street was nice and quiet. The orange light of the street lamps were casting dark shadows over the beautiful face of the boy. As he too a step towards him, his eyes jerked open and his small body got all tensed. He looked at Eliott half shocked, half surprised.

“Hey.” he said, trying to hit a friendly tone in his voice, which seemed to ease the brunette a little.

“Hey.” his voice was almost a whisper and if Eliott wouldn’t have such sharp ears, he could have missed it.

“Alex will be coming a bit later.” he explained, since there was no other reason for him to be here than waiting for his friend. He saw Lucas was fidgeting with his hands, looking down to his feet before raising his gaze at him again. He was so fucking gorgeous.

“I was actually waiting for you.” he muttered under his breath and Eliott’s blue eyes shot wide, not believing his ears.

“Pardon?”

“I said, I was waiting for you.” he repeated now, looking a bit more confisent, his eyes filled with determination. If Eliott wouldn’t be already head over heels for this boy, well, he would be now. 

“And why?” he asked, not being able to hold back the amused grin that creeped up on his face. As a response, he got a shy smile which was the most precious thing he had ever seen. 

“I don’t know... I felt like I should do it.” he said honestly, shrugging like it was not a big deal, while it actually was. Eliott knew too well how that felt, because he kept having those feelings around Lucas way too often. 

“Well, I am here now.” He was praying to whatever force that took over his brain in the moment, making himself be able to speak in full sentences without stuttering. 

“I wanted to apologize.” he started, fingers playing with the zipper of his jacket. “I was a bit rude back then, not introducing myself and pulling away my hand, you know.” he mumbled and he was looking everywhere just to avoid the tall boy’s eyes. Eliott found that extremely endearing. 

“No need for that.” his tone was soft, like warm and fresh honey. “You must have had a rough night. I can walk you home if you want.” he offered, not thinking about the consequences of his own words. Once again, his heart was much louder than his sleep deprived brain. Lucas thought about it for a second and his face split into the most heartwarming smile on the world. 

“Okay, that sounds good.” he said happily, stepping on the sidewalk now.

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It’s finally here! I can’t believe I managed to finish this chapter, it might be a bit short, idk but I HAD TO cut it off here, because cliffhanger and because my brain is too tired to come up with more story atm  Enjoy this while you can, I’m going to have a long weekend so I might be able to squeeze out another chapter soon. Make sure to leave feedbacks and don’t hesitate to shoot me with ideas if you want. Bisous

[ichigokeks]

Maxence: posts a picture with a razor

Me: surely he won't cut all his hair off

Maxence:

[nalawitchie]

Maxence Danet Fauvel - stolen people’s heart since 1994

[yeahookayy]

I’m gonna laugh really hard when Maxence is done with his Voldemort short film and shaves his fucking head. Y’all are gonna be saying sjvddjdjsb for a whole different reason

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

What do the SOV ROs look like? Since I doubt FCs are in question since they are all awkward gangly kids and most models are, well, not? lol Also, what are their races and/or ethnicities? (From their names, I'm guessing Elvan is Turkish, Andy is Thai, and El is Dutch? L's surname is Spanish so it's not much to go with.)

elvan yalçın: slightly curly raven black hair that reach a little past their ears; green eyes that are so dark that you'd think that they're black from a distance; pale porcelain skin; scrawny asf in physique; a scar on their left arm that starts from their elbow and ends near their wrist, a gift from their dad when they legit fought against him to stay in camp valhalla instead of jotunheim; final height would be 5 ft 10 in. their ethnicity is turkish.

eli ijzermans: wavy golden blonde hair, kept ear-length for eliott and a little past the shoulders for elain; blue eyes that resemble the colour of lightning; sun-kissed skin that makes them look like a surfer dude/girl; athletic physique from being one of the campers who came at a very young age; their arms and legs are littered with tiny scars; final height would be 6 ft 1 (eliott) and 5 ft 9 in (elain). they are belgian, not dutch but your guess was really close!

lee cabrera: dark brown hair in curls, reaches their back in leah's case and is kept above ear-length for liam; hazel eyes that change from brown to green and vice versa randomly; olive skin tone which nicely compliments their eyes; physically lean; there is a scar on their right eyebrow from when they almost became odin 2.0 on their way to camp; final height would be 6 ft (liam) and 5 ft 8 in (leah). they are of mexican and brazilian descent.

andi narong: straight jet black hair, kept short for andrew and shoulder-length for andrea; deep black eyes holding surprising level of warmth; their ivory skin with pinkish undertones make them look more like a child of freya than lee does; awkwardly lanky but toned physique; andi has claw marks on their back from when a wolf attacked them as a kid; final height would be 6 ft 3 in (andrew) and 5 ft 11 in (andrea). their mother is an immigrant from thailand.

[riddlehatereddi]

Yay, 2023 or something

Anyway, Ocs Eliott [He/Him] and Shafeen [She/They]

Ignore any fucky colours my vision is very poor

Not pictured, Eliott immediately collapsing afterwards and deciding they should celebrate New Year's at home /lh

Image ID Under Cut

[Start ID] Eliott and Shafeen are standing in front of a grey-red brick wall. The wall goes up to Eliotts waist. In the background there are fireworks that say 2023. Eliott is a white man with vitiligo and an average build. He has blue eyes, a ginger mullet, several piercings on his nose, eyebrows and ears, he also has quite a few plasters on his face. He wears a blue jacket, and you can't see more than that. His right hand is on Shafeen's shoulder, and his left arm is draped over her, he is holding a glass of champagne and he looks quite happy, he is smiling. Shafeen is a brown-skinned thin woman with light stubble. She has dark-brown hair with bright pink racoon stripes, her hair is covered in pink, blue and yellow hair clips. Her right eye is brown, and in her left she has a white & red swirled prosthetic, she also wears a cochlear implant in her left ear. She wears a green tank top with Gir from Invader Zim on the front, and dark-blue ripped baggy jeans. On her right arm she wears multiple brightly coloured bracelets, and on her left arm she wears a black and purple arm warmer. She sits in a manual wheelchair, with a black seat, blue wheels and a pink frame. She's smiling, and holding Eliotts right hand in her own, her left hand is out to the side and holds a glass of champagne. [End ID]

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

Hello there!! Oh my, I just found out about your event, and it looks absolutely stunning? Your medieval AU sounds exciting!! And congrats on the 60+ followers!! :)

If it hasn't been taken yet, I would love to request for Sigma with the Clergy prompt!!

Have a very beautiful day/night, and good luck with all the writing!! <3

Hi Eliott! Thank you so much! Coincidentally, I was just thinking about Sigma with the Clergy prompt, and then I check my inbox and there's your request! ;) Have a wonderful day/night, and I hope you enjoy this work!

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I Am Your Herald, Father

Pairing: Priest!Sigma x gn!Scribe!Reader

Writing Genre: drabble

Genres: medieval times, angsty-fluff

Word count: 645

Warnings: alcohol, me trying to use Latin

Links: Medieval scribe

Notes: I totally didn't use one of @requiem626k 's posts as inspiration for the introductory scenes ;) Don't forget to wish Sigma a happy birthday! :)

Read it on ao3!

for the Medieval!AU followers event

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The distinctive voices of three familiar courtiers echoed through the church's arched walls. The vibrato and the timbre unique to each one provided you entertainment while you sat at your desk, writing the Father's preachings from memory. The song was not new to your ears, as it had become popular throughout your duchy; a new composition by a man called Guillaume de Machaut. You looked up from your work and gazed upon a dazzling sight: 

The delicate morning light draped across the figures standing before the grand altar. White silk cascaded down the men’s bodies; gold necklaces and rings displaying their status. The priest’s voice resembled an angel, beckoning you to the light. His grey eyes held a mischievous sparkle, one that was reciprocated by the golden eyes of the King’s fool to his right. The counsellor across from the jester however, held a calculating look as they locked eyes. Together their deeper voices created the punishing sword of the godly servant – one ready to strike down the sinners of Earth.

How deceiving they would be… if one did not know them in the way you do.

As their serenade ended, Sigma approached you and held out a hand, silently asking you to join them. Your matching white ensemble floated behind you as the priest rapidly dragged you to a table near the altar where the courtier stood pouring four small goblets of wine.

He handed one to each of you before speaking, "Sit lux luceat nobis in saecula.*"

Together you raised your cups and drank. A satisfied smile donned the courtier's face as he nodded at the priest.

"This has been a lovely rehearsal, Father, but if you will excuse me I must go meet with the King."

Sigma smiled and cast his hand toward the door, "You may leave, my Lord."

As the black-haired man turned to leave, he was abruptly sent stumbling backward. The white-haired jester had stepped on the edges of his mantle, and telling by his minuscule smirk, it was on purpose. The amethyst eyed man simply glared at him and huffed before continuing along his path to the door. The jester made a risky decision to follow, chuckling as the courtier cursed at him in another language.

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The sun had risen to that of a traditional high noon; you sat in the front pew with Sigma to your left. He turned his head in your direction, making steady eye contact with you as he asked,

"Are you ready for today's lesson?"

You nodded in silent response.

His body shifted in your direction now, as he lifted an almost glowing hand.

"What do you feel when I place my hand upon yours?" he spoke, tone sincere and quiet.

"I feel warmth… and an inner sensation of comfort."

The priest's eyes widened for a moment, before returning to their idle state.

"What do you feel when I intertwine our hands?"

"I feel a fluttering in my stomach, like that of a butterfly. My chest almost burns in excitement, and I fear that I might need the physician."

The man hummed, his brows furrowing in thought. "Do you know what this feeling is called? I experience the symptoms that you describe when we're together, but yet I do not know its name."

"According to the poets, and what I have read of their ideology… I believe that feeling is love, Father." you smiled adoringly, waiting for his next query.

He reciprocated your smile as he said, "I believe you are correct, Y/n. What I feel for you is love."

He brought your joint hands to his lips before placing a soft kiss on yours. You sighed happily as you brushed a loose strand of lavender hair behind his ear, fingers tracing over his gold earring.

"You are not alone in those feelings, for I am in love with you as well."

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* - English translation: "May the light shine on us forever."

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