#Liz writes

[sunkissedscribbles]

How To Save A Life

pairing: bestfriend!mattheo riddle x mentallyill!reader

genre: angst, angst, angst

tw: major character death. get some tissues. not proofread

word count: 1626

a/n: i should really write some fluff after this – this is the third one like this in just over a week

playlist: How to Save a Life - The Fray, The Beach - The Neighbourhood

masterlist

dividers by @chachachannah

Hogwarts was empty without your presence, it was all too silent without your laughter filling his being and making him smile. It was hard now that you were gone. It was boring, dull, the emptiness weighing down on him was all-consuming; it was gnawing at him from the inside.

Mattheo hadn’t been himself since summer break started. Your argument left lingered mercilessly and was eating him away. It was stupid, so, so stupid.

“I can’t believe you did that, Mattheo!” you called out, entering your dorm with him right behind you. You couldn’t help the anger that was taking over your entire being.

“It’s not like it’s anything serious!” he objected with a shake of his head, following close behind you and shutting the door.

“Not anything serious?” you repeated with an unamused scoff. “You’re so selfish! How can you not see just how serious this is?”

“Look, let me explain-”

You swatted away the hand reaching out to calmingly touch your shoulder, “No! You made a fucking bet, about shagging girls! Don’t you think that’s humiliating? Isn’t that sexist in your mind?”

“Y/N, just let m-”

“I thought I knew you,” you shook your head with disappointment evident in your voice and with a lingering hurt that your knotted eyebrows told the most about. When he didn’t try to object, to explain, you continued with a bitter scoff, “They were right. You’re just as heartless and selfish as your father.”

You could hear him calling your name out one last time but you were already on the other side of the door.

Mattheo left you raging alone, knowing you needed some time alone.

And he was too bitter to go after you, the cut was still too fresh. Because how could you, his best friend say something so cruel to him about what you knew was a sore point for him? You knew just how it touched him to be compared to his father, yet you did it.

And you’d come back anyway.

You didn’t.

The last few days of the second term of your sixth year had gone by with the both of you silenced by your frustration and bitterness. You felt betrayed by him, even if the bet hadn’t been about you, nor had it included you in the slightest. Yet still, you thought Mattheo wouldn’t do such a thing. His regular hookups were one thing, but this? This was outright awful.

You hadn’t even said goodbye to him, nor had you sat with him on the train. Maybe you should’ve apologised for being so harsh. But it was still an open wound.

He’d write over the summer anyway, no matter how the things at the manor would be going.

He didn’t.

He’d been waiting for days in a row for an owl from you to fly through the open window, he’d checked it every damn morning for almost a week but there was no sign of you. With a sigh, he thought maybe he should be the one breaking the ice.

Dear Y/N, How are you doing? It’s been a while since we last talked. How are you? Things at the manor are the same as always, not the easiest but I manage through the days. I’m sor- I wish we could meet, life’s awfully quiet without you.  I mis- Looking forward to hearing from you. Yours, Mattheo

He sat a good fifteen minutes over the parchment, just staring at it. “Bullshit,” he muttered and with a definite movement he showed the addressed letter into his desk.

Your dilemma was the same: shall you or shall you not write to Mattheo? You’d waited patiently for days but you hadn’t heard from him and this only fuelled the fire in you, it only made your mental health conditions worse, as the only person you could hold on to, the only sure point in your life was not reaching up to you. this filled you with bitterness, as well as disappointment, but what weighed most was the sense of not being enough, the thought that you weren’t important to him anymore, and how it put even more pressure on your shoulder to think he realised your baggage of several mental health issues wasn’t worth it. You felt abandoned, invalidated, even.

It was over a week when you gave i and sat down to write probably the most honest letter of your life, without the polite manners the British used.

Dear Mattheo, I’m sorry for that day. I said things I shouldn’t have, I don’t know what’s got into me when I said that. You’re not like him, I was selfish for saying so. You could never be like him. You have such a big heart, even if you don’t show it to just anyone. Yes, you can be really infuriating at times but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. In opposition, you care a lot about those close to you and it’s admirable just how you always stand up for us, even when you turn to beating people up for badmouthing me us. I must be even more selfish for saying this but I love you for that. I really don’t want to lose you over something so stupid. I’d love it if we could talk it through. Yours, always, Y/N

But you, you didn’t send it either – finding the shoebox under your bed a better place for it as it was too sappy for your liking, and knowing maybe he’d misunderstand what you meant by how you love him. You didn’t know how to take it either.

Two weeks spent in this he/she would write anyway state of mind got the two of you writing unsent letters to the other, each one more and more desperate, and revealing more. It was like writing into a journal.

Matt, I’m going completely insane.  Life is so hard without you, I can’t bear it. Remember how I told you about those bad thoughts? How there’s something watching me? It won’t go away. It’s getting worse and worse, I can’t breathe. I can’t do this without you. (You’re) You were the light in my life and I can’t see anymore. I’ve never felt this numb before. Yours, Y/N

The more you wrote the more you hated yourself for being so selfish that you hadn't apologized. For ruining everything. You reminisced more about what it was like before, how you loved Mattheo, how you felt so safe with him, in his hugs, his cologne filling your nostrils as you told him your deepest secrets.

Mattheo, I’m really sorry. I wish I were stronger, I wish I fought harder, but I failed. I failed really bad. Remember when I first told you about what was going on inside my head? You didn’t abandon me, though I thought you would. You have been there for me, ever since then, and I’m really grateful. We had something special, a bond I could have only ever dreamt of. You made me feel things I had no idea I was capable of. You were my everything. But I failed you. I wish I had told you just how much I loved you, how much I needed you and cared for you, but I was a coward because hell, I was so afraid of rejection. Because how could you ever reciprocate my pathetic little feelings? You were the brightest star in my life and I'd like to remember you that way. So shiny, gorgeous, yet untouchable, too far away for a simple girl like me to ever touch. I still dread what I said to you when we last talked, about who I compared you to. If I hadn't said that, if I hadn't been too proud to apologize maybe things wouldn't have happened this way. I'm really, really sorry, for hurting you. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm going to watch over you. I love you. Yours only, Y/N

He stands by your grave with a stack of unsent letters – one for each day of the summer break and even after. He still writes to you, you're his best friend after all, and that won't ever change just because you're gone. With a heavy heart and a suffocating lump, he places another letter on the stack, carefully wrapped around so the wind does not blow them away. He places a red rose on top of it and just as his tears begin to fall, the rain starts to pour down on your grave, soaking his clothes and the letters, but he doesn't care.

Dearest Y/N, Your funeral was beautiful. Remember how you joked about wanting 'Highway to Hell' to be played at the ceremony? I told you it would only ever happen over my dead body. Over yours, you replied, laughing. Looks like, as always, you were right. I shouldn't have played that game with you. Just how I shouldn't have made that bet, and how I shouldn't have kept all these letters in the darkness of the drawer of my desk. I still can't believe you're gone. You're gone, and with you, so is the hope that I'll ever love again. I should've told you how I loved you. How I still do, and will forever. You were my sun, my moon, all the stars in the sky for me. Damn it, you were my whole universe, and I was so lost, in you, all the time. Lost in those eyes of yours, your beautiful voice, that mesmerizing smile and the way you navigated through the life you had, wishing I'd be a part of it someday. I love you, Y/N, with all my heart, for eternity. Yours, and yours only, Matt

✰ Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life How to save a life

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[katsus-world]

The pad of his thumb is tracing your bottom lip slowly, then moving to your cheek, then your temple, then back to your lower lip. Scarlet eyes watched your face with content. A soft sigh slipped out of your throat.

“I missed ya’.” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper but you hear him. Lips twitching into a smile, you reply.

“Suki, you’ve been with me all day.” You say with a light giggle. You hear his lips smack together as one of your eyes flutter open.

“Thas’ different, too many people. I wanted you alone.” You shuffle closer to him, your face burying itself into the nook of his neck. His lips right above your ear now.

“Well we’re alone now.” You hummed as his smoky smell filled your nostrils. Toasted apple and fire wood. Smells like a cozy night in a cabin in the middle of winter.

“Finally.” He snorts softly, eyes rolling at your obvious statement. His large hands find home at the back of your head. Fingers tangling themselves in your hair.

“Missed my pretty girl.” His words make your chest tingle and your face heat up.

“Missed you too, kats.”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love me some flufff 🤩, katsuki might be a bit OOC. Sorry for any misspelling too!

[sailor-aviator]

Since Victorian Era!Jake was already brought up before. Victorian Era!Jake breaking all the rules because he will NOT leave you alone to suffer the pains of childbirth, no ma'am. He is going to sit right behind you, holding you, helping as much as he can while you bear down and kissing your neck after every push, because "you are doing wonderfully, my love"

YES, NONNY, YES!!!!!!

Fuck, I love the idea of Victorian Era!Jake. I think he and DHTN!Jake are very similar in a lot of ways, but this VE!Jake is, in my mind, part of the elite class. His family comes from money but I almost picture him as the rakish eldest son that his dad loved because he was the only boy, but also wished he would show more decorum.

Then he meets you, this seemingly quiet, well behaved lady that he has no interest in getting to know because surely you're just like all the other vapid ladies, more concerned with the color of your dress than anything interesting. But then Bradley makes a very distasteful joke about his...utensils when drunk at a party one night and he hears your quiet laugh that you quickly disguise as a cough, and he looks over to see you hiding your grin behind your glass of wine and now? Now he's intrigued.

But anyway, fast forward to you giving birth, and YES, NONNY!!! Jake has never given a damn about social etiquette and he's not about to start now. Not when you need him. I imagine that you're in active labor by this point, and he's pacing outside, going mad from the sounds of your screams and crying, but then he hears you call his name, and he's off before anyone can stop him. He bursts into the room, ignoring the midwife and her assistant telling him to leave, and he positions himself right behind you, wiping your sweat-soaked hair out of your face as tears are streaming down your face, and he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could take the pain away from you.

Instead, he gives you his hand to squeeze, ignoring the crushing pain of your grip as you begin bearing down, and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how amazing you are and how good you're doing and how it's almost over, just a little more, my love. And then with a final push, the two of you hear the wailing of the baby and Jake swears he's never been prouder.

GIVE IT TO ME.

[nerdylizj]

It’s past sunset and Percy and Annabeth are dancing. 

as promised, a collection of percabeth drabbles from forever ago

[reneedenoailles]

They behead valets, don't they ? (a vfv oneshot)

HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE END OF VFV !

fandom: vying for versailles pairing: implied / mentioned renée x louis characters: renée de noailles (called victoire here), alexandre bontemps rating: M word count: 1176 words. trigger warnings: implied animal abuse, implied daddy issues i guess. also victoire enacting psychological warfare on a 39 year old man. also talk of mildly gory public executions. summary: after framing alexandre for the murder of queen maria theresa, victoire de noailles, duchess of marly & official mistress decides to see alexandre in the bastille, before his execution. tagging: @rc-catalog

La Bastille, 1667.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls, causing Alexandre Bontemps to snap out of his reverie, soon realizing how cold the ground of this prison cell was. Prison... Never in his life had he thought the King - whom he had worked to serve since boyhood - would lock him in the prison reserved for traitors to the Crown. All because of her... Victoire.

The one he brought to court - who he thought he could use. He hated to admit it, but she had outsmarted him. Never, in his thirty-nine years of living, had he felt so silly. He had been outplayed. "This way." He heard de Montlezun speak, right before he turned around.

And there she was. The Queen. The strongest piece on the board. He turned, scowling as he saw the source of his troubles. She had her usual smirk painted on those dark red lips, a smirk that Alexandre despised more than anything - the very same smirk that caused him to end up here.

"Didn't think you one for prayer." Victoire finally spoke, causing him to get up. Standing so tall, and yet, so... inferior. She smiled up at him, gold jewelry shining in his eyes. "I am not." He quietly replied. "But sometimes one tries to rely on the ones from Above, if those on Earth fail him." Even through his quiet tone, Victoire could hear his inner anger - the anger he's worked for so long to keep hidden underneath his wicked smiles. "I know you poisoned the Queen." "I have no idea what you mean." She viciously replied, of course - knowing exactly what he meant by that. They both knew, but clearly, one of them had the upper hand.

"All I know is that you killed her, and tried to frame me for both, the attempted murder of the King, and the murder of the Queen."

Alexandre got closer, tenaciously gripping onto the jail cell's bars - getting his face as close as he could. His features, clearly affected by both his age, and this recent turn of events, hardened, displaying his anger. "You will never get away with this." "Looks like I will." Victoire, on the other side, could not possibly look any brighter. This felt cathartic to her, breaking free of Alexandre's control, and becoming the Queen of France, although she wasn't so sure of that last part - it all depended on Louis. Queen or not, what mattered to her most was established: control, and by association, revenge.

She was elated at the mere thought of Alexandre's head on the chopping block, waiting for the sword to fall down on him. The Duchess of Marly's inner arrogance killed Alexandre - he hated her. He HATED her. And he hated himself. For bringing her to court, for not being smart enough on that note, for miscalculating... He shook the bars a little, his voice raising. "You're a witch ! You're nothing but a lowly, disgusting witch ! You'll burn in Hell for this !" He yelled at her, which simply made her laugh. To her, that was hilarious, watching Alexandre's mask slip off. He had made her cry before, and now she could crack him open, like an egg. A freshly picked egg from a chicken's nest - the chicken, in this case, being the King and his little creatures.

"I'd suggest you speak to me in another tone, Alexandre." While she was smiling - her voice seemed more commanding, as if she were chastising her maid. It instantly shut down Alexandre, as she continued. "I am the Duchess of Marly. You WILL speak to me with the due respect you owe me, Bontemps." She emphasized his last name, and his lack of titles along with it, before continuing. "While you may fancy yourself the little title of Valet, at the end of the day, you are a servant. A peasant, I'd even go as far as saying. Do not forget that the King was generous enough to have you die by the sword, like a noble. I could always change that..." She wrapped one of her hands around a bar of the cell, that empty look in her eye making him shiver and back away.

It was as if she had no emotion, her eyes showcasing a form of pure, yet disastrously calm madness. "I could always talk to the King about you." Victoire's lips curled into a smirk - one that displayed how much she actually held Alexandre in her palm. "You could be burned, like a witch. Like Bonne. Poor her." She didn't even mean those words, but the chill running down Alexandre's spine somehow... excited her, in a way. The memories of two years ago, the Valet blackmailing her, were still very fresh in her mind, so now that she had gotten the upper hand, she was going to at least have fun with it. "Maybe you'll be on the breaking wheel. Or maybe..."

She saw his fear, in those eyes, and how much he was trying to conceal said fear. "I'll have you quartered, like Ravaillac. He did kill a King... And you poisoned a Queen." "I did not ! You liar !" "Do not bark at me." She quickly responded, leaning in. "Your father must have trained the dogs better than that." At that thought - seeing how he immediately recoiled - she decided to keep going. She wanted him not only weak, but broken after this encounter. She wanted his mask to completely shatter. "I wonder how he would feel, if he saw you right now. What a disappointment his beloved son must be. More worthless than the dogs he trained."

"SHUT UP !" Alexandre suddenly yelled, tears streaming down his aged face. Victoire stepped back just a bit, letting go of the bars. She had never seen Alexandre cry, she didn't even know he could do that. But that ? It pleased her. She couldn't help but allow a little smirk to appear on her beautiful face, seeing him be the shadow of the man who blackmailed her. His father must have brought back painful memories, it seems.

He was entirely humiliated.

Reduced to this; a crying mess, on the floor, his knees giving away as he looked up to the woman who had kneeled down, to be on his level. Her smirk was still overwhelmingly present, looking down at him.

The way she looked at him... it wasn't like a woman looking at a man. It was like a chess player, looking at a pawn. Victoire leaned in, voice low, yet clear enough for him to hear.

"I own you, Alexandre."

And with that, he watched her get up, and dust herself off. Not even addressing him a last word - nothing. Simply turning on her heels, and walking away. He gripped onto the bars, watching her leave, waiting for the moment she would turn around and look at him.

"VICTOIRE ! VICTOIRE !" He screamed her name, louder, and louder - as loud as he could, loud enough to lose his voice. But she was already gone.

And there he lied, all alone, in his cell. In the dark.

[thegeminisage]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Thomas Leighton, James T. Kirk & Original Character(s) Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Anton Karidian | Kodos, Thomas Leighton, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Episode: s01e12 The Conscience of the King, Tense Changes, Blackmail, Trauma, Angst, Established Relationship, Flashbacks, Dark, Untagged Trope

AOS-style take on Conscience of the King. Twelve years after Tarsus IV and three months after dying to realign the warp core and save his ship, Jim Kirk seems to have a new lease on life: he's been resurrected, started pursuing a tentative new relationship with Spock, and has an entire five-year mission ahead of him. That is, until the attempted murder of an old friend forces him to divert the Enterprise away from her intended course and towards Planet Q. After a chance encounter on the planet's surface, new secrets about Jim's time on Tarsus IV come to light—secrets that threaten to destroy everyone he fought to protect, and the new life he's finally achieved. Some things you carry with you wherever you go.

[wontune]

� liz. ( ive ) lockscreen !

[winxwannabe]

Bloom Peters and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.

[hollys-fairy-hell]

Prompt:

Dev finds out why Peri doesn’t use a human disguise

Got an outline idea for it under the cut. Didn’t mean for it to get quite as lengthy but im tired so I kept typing. Feel free to use my prompts but please tag me or send me a link cause I would love to see what you do. This should be in my bio not this post

Imagine with me now. Dev still has Peri pre final. And sees Wanda and Cosmo in human form a lot but never once Peri? Hazel has something je doesn’t and that can’t stand. Not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Hazel (i imagine this kid cares a lot about his image) he waits to confront Peri about it later.

“Peri why don’t you ever go into a human form? Or body? Or mode? Or whatever! Hazel gets to flaunt her fairies to everyone while you always hide!”

Peri in his usual fashion gets rather nervous and refuses to make eye contact with Dev. “Well Dev you see I uhh” his hands fidgeting with his wand. It’s not that he doesn’t know how or no human form picked out. “It’s just um that it’s.” Dev cuts off before he can even figure out what hes gonna say next “whats the hold up? Come on do it!” Imagine Dev doing a little stop with his foot. Peri winces and then turns to Dev with a forced smile “I don’t really think it’s-“ Only to be cut off by Dev with a loud annoyed groan “why am I even bothering with this “I wish you would turn into your human form! or whatever it is, human disguise!” At this Peri winces, gives a soft sign as he raises his wand there was a spider trying to crawl onto my face while writing this and with a poof of smoke presents him self as human.

Insert you idea of human Peri

With a little thunk of his shoes hitting the floor Peri stands there. Eyes blink a few times as he turns to look down on Dev “taadaa” he unenthusiasticly waves his arms over himself as if sarcastic. “There you go kid. My human form. Satisfied?” Dev gave him a look up and down. Peri shuffling a bit on the spot. Switching his weight. Dev began to walk around Peri as if inspecting like a new product searching him for a flaw “I don’t know what I expected. You just as lame as always but taller. He finished circling Peri, and with a final look he starts walking to the door.

Only to stop when he noticed Peri wasn’t following “well?” He turns back and looks at Peri. He sees Peri turn back into a fairy and start to float towards Dev. “No not like that! As a human!” A slight shocked look comes iver Peris face and is quickly replaced with defeat as he lifts his want to turn back into his disguise. Dev then waves his hand for Peri to follow. Peri Who is standing on the spot fidgeting with his hands a bit “listen Kid, my human disguise isnt really something I like walking around in. Or being in at all for a matter of a fact cause it’s rather pai-“ Dev once again cutting him off “it’s not even hard! Arent you supposed to be helping me? Can’t even do this one simple thing on your own?? It’s like I have to do everything by myself!” He huffs. Peri starts to respond but Dev speaks up first “I w~ish you would walk over here already!”

With a deep breath Peri uses his wand as a cane and leans on it heavily as he slowly trudges to where Dev is waiting. A slight wince in each step but he makes it there. Dev of course is unimpressed with this display “What was that? It’s just walking! It’s like the easiest thing in the world to do!” Another deep breath ‘following in your parent’s footsteps you got this.’ Peri tries to look Dev in the eye, though the sunglasses don’t help. “You know how easy it is for you use your tablet? A lot of kids or even adults struggle with technology on the level that you do everyday. But for me when it comes to walking, even though it’s easy and natural for a lot of people, it’s different. Imagine if every time you took a step your shoes are two sizes smaller. Or you have a very heave backpack on. Thats kinda what it’s like for me.” Trying his best to hopefully get Dev to understand. But the kid scoffed and crossed his arms “my shoes are always the right size and I don’t have to carry anything ever.” Thinking about it Peri had to agree “yeah I guess you are right. I don’t think I have seen you really carry much…. But thats not the point. The point that I am trying to make is walking in my human disguise, or even just as a fairy, is rather different for me. Theres no need for the details but what I described earlier is sorta how it is for me all the time. Without my cane I probably could walk at all, even with it is painful enough I don’t even wanna think about it without.” He shuddered at the thought of it. “Great now im thinking about it”

Tbh idk how to end this. I was gonna have Dev either not notice Peri wincing with each step. Have him meet up with Hazel and get scolded by wanda or cosmo (probably Hazel) about the state Peri is in. But that would require Peri to shut up and go with whatever his godkid wants. I think Peri is a bit hmmm he has some self worth to him I guess. Idk the word im tired lol.

Anyway sorry if this sucks I wrote it like three days apart and after work so im brain dead at this point.

[disappointing-my-kid]

So im gonna continue this prompt about Luigi being captured by one of Bowsers kids. Which i might as well just say Jr. cause hes the only one i could even have a chance of writing. There had been so many typos and errors in that like yall r brave and way stronger than I for finishing it. I wont write any spoilers for the first post up here but I doubt you will need to read the first one to keep up with this one.

Here you go @secretlyacantankerousseawhich @rfts10919 @tsukihimeyfan I have continued the post! Though this one is rather short and idk how well it’s written cause it’s 1am and I didn’t proof read lmao. Enjoy ya goobers

Slowly Luigi started to come back to the waking world. Eyes burst open and he snaps into a sitting position with a gasp. Instantly regretting it as his ribs scream in pain. He places one hand down to hold himself up and one gently on his middle. Eyes screwed shut as he sucks a breath in thru his teeth. He sits up as straight as he can to try and take pressure off his definitely broken ribs. Slowly he steadies out his uneven breathing and gently tries to relax forward into a comfortable sitting position. The moment the pain isn’t all he can think about he’s forced to remember the events that lead him here. Dressing up as the Princess, getting captured, being found out. His hand grips the sheets and he remembers Bowser punching him. Then his hand starts to tremble as the memory of being picked up. Then the pain. The thought of being crushed to death. The fear of never seeing his brother again. Realisation that he almost died hits him like a truck. He.. he almost died. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as a breathy laugh escapes him. He pulls his knees up as he moves his hand to his face. Another laugh escapes him as he curls in on himself. Tears started to fall freely as his body begins to tremor. Squeezing his eyes shut he quietly starts to sob. Hes going to die here. Bowser is going to kill him and hes going to die. Never to see his home, his friends, his brother. Nothing. His hand moves from his face to grasp his hair, slightly pulling on it.

Then he hears a door and freezes. His entire body going rigid, eyes snapping open once again. His breath quickens as he slowly looks up to see who entered the room. Then he sees them. Slowly his eyes scan their form, rising up till they finally make eye contact. Luigi’s eyes widening in horror. It was none other than the Koopa King himself, Bowser. Time froze as neither moved. Then Bowser lifted his hand and started to say something. He was cut off before he could get a single word out by Luigi’s scream. Luigi in his panic started to scramble backwards away from the new arrival. Breathing becoming sporadic as he ignored his aching body and moved to get away. Then he fell off the bed onto the floor.

Bowser rushed over to see if the man was alright. The moment he rounded the bed and came back into Luigi’s field of view set the man in motion again. He groaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. But froze up upon meeting Bowser’s gaze again. His face twisted in fear and pain. Only wishing to help Bowser once again reached out but this only set the smaller man off again. “no no no no no no” Luigi quickly tried to get away but ended up backing himself into a corner, between the wall and a side table. The moment his back met the wall he tensed. Breathing picking up as he tried to push himself into the wall, as if he would just slip through it. Not knowing what else to do Bowser once again tried to reach for the human. “no please dont please im sorry im sorry” luigi repeated. Luigi then pulled his legs up and turned his head away, trying to get even further away. Hyperventilating as his gaze met Bowser’s. Quickly he shut his eyes and waiting for the final blow. Only movement he made was from his sobs shaking his body.

Bowser stood frozen. Not knowing what to do. The longer he watched the more it made his heart ache. Sure he was fear and most of the time he enjoyed people cower but this. No this was different. He didn’t mean to hurt him like this. His anger just got the better of him and the human was just so fragile. He looked at his hands in horror at the idea of actually killing someone. They began to tremble. He was a monster. A- he was brought back to reality, eyes widening, as he heard Luigi begin to repeat ‘im sorry’ and ‘please don’t hurt me’ over and over. When he looked up from his hands the image he was met with took his breath away. He was curled into a ball with his hands gripping his hair like a life line. He did this. This was his fault and here he was making it worse. A monster. The words once again rang into his ears. He remembered Peach calling him that. Mario calling him that. Even some of his own subjects had said it. He never let it bother him before. But here and now. Looking at the broken, mangled man before him. He knew they had been right. He truly was a monster.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Prompt: The Fentons Figure Out Vlad Is The Westconsin Ghost First

Vlad transforms in front of Jack or Maddie.

Vlad was fighting Danny and trying quite hard to make it seem like it was easy for him. He hated to admit it but Daniel had grown quite strong and rapidly. The boy could not know how much Vlad struggled stay ahead. The only thing he really had was practice with his powers to master them but Daniel was on a whole different level. His power was off the charts, but his self doubt kept him in check. All Vlad had to do was boast about how much stronger he was. Show off a clone or two and make Daniel believe he was weaker. If the boy didn’t think he had a real chance then he wouldn’t. Keep him thinking he got lucky. Keep him from realising his real potential. At least until he agreed to join Vlad. That or Vlad finally figured out how to control him. Not like thats what he really wanted, another tool. He just had to keep trying, even as it grew harder and harder to pretend to be ahead.

He got sloppy. Not his best work. And hearing the boy bragging and goating him hit harder than Little Badger could understand. It meant his plans would soon fall apart and he wouldn’t have a chance to dominate the boy (sorry poor wording but I got nothing else). The fights got harder and harder and then he couldn’t even keep up. A blow he couldn’t dodge sent him soaring. Then a crash. Nothing too damaged but not strong enough to hold form. He changed. How long had it been since he was too weak to hold ghost form? Slowly he lifted himself out of the newly formed crater, hand moving to cradle his aching skull.

Disoriented he didn’t realise someone was near by. “I got you now Westc….” Jacks voice, normally booming and annoyingly loud, fell silent. Vlad froze the moment he made eye contact with the man. Then he tried to turn invisible, still not enough power. So he stood there trying to figure out what to say, what to do, ‘how do I get out of this’ as he went to open his mouth the sound of a gun buzzing to life came. He turned his head to meet the gaze of the love of his life. Maddie Fenton there pointing a blaster right at him. He had to act fast he needed to stop this quickly. He didn’t dare move but spoke as quickly as he could “Wait! I can explain!” Now jacks weapon was raised but Vlad could see the doubt there, in his eyes. Maybe he could use that. “Please it’s me I..I… I have been possessed! That ghost has been using my body! Please I-I need your help.” It worked easily enough on Jack as he fully lowered his gun and a look of shock across his face. Maddie sweet Maddilyn though she didn’t move nor did she falter. Gun still raised and primed to shoot. “As if we would fall for that!” She spat at him. Jacks head turned to his wife, his face pleading as if he was begging her for something. Vlad couldnt tell why.

Vlad raised his hands and took one step back “Maddie please it’s me, Vlad. Come on you know me! I need your help.” Maddie was pretty good at reading him and he knew it so if he was gonna sell this he had to tell some of the truth. “This ghost it-it attached itself to me!” She scoffed “for that to happen you would have to have been exposed to a large amount of ectoplasmic energy. And Vlad wouldn’t have been so reckless! Quit lying ectoscum! The amount of ecto-energy to di that would have killed any human! Not to mention the damage left over on the body!” Now jack raised his weapon and chimed in “I would have noticed such a thing! Vlad was is best friend!”

He couldn’t contain his anger. The years of hurt and betrayal turned sour within him. And he bellowed “I SPENT YEARS IN THE HOSPITAL! YOU TWO JUST NEVER CARED TO VISIT ONCE!” His words caught them off guard. Maddie determined to not be fooled “what are you talking about. If Vlad had ever received an injury that caused him to be hospitalised for years then we surely would know. After all we would have visited him.” Her words like venom struck him deep. He gave a weak laugh. Fully deflated. “Really? You would have visited? What a joke” he didn’t plan to lay his heart so bare before them but after that he didn’t care. How dare they say that. After everything, after how they treated him. How dare they act all high and mighty now after years of silence. After years of shunning him. “You said no injury occurred? High levels of ecto-energy? 1980s ringing any bells?” His anger getting the best of him “College? Maybe a portal with enough energy to open a gate to a different realm? Hmm would that be enough energy! Enough energy to the face to hospitalise me FOR YEARS wondering WHY MY TWO BEST FRIENDS NEVER VISITED ONCE!” His breathing was uneven as his voice broke “not even once ha some friends” he didn’t want to tell them this but he didn’t care. They should know what they did to him. He was glad to have finally told them. Him evil scum? Maybe they should look in the mirror.

It was once again Maddie who got it first, of course it was as if Vlad even thought Jack could comprehend anything. A soft gasp “the portal” just a whisper, he probably shouldn’t have even heard it. Vlad didn’t even want to look at them but did anyway. He met her gaze and saw the guilt there, Jack was just looking horrified at his own hands. “We” a breath “we killed you” she gasped as if he own words struck her. “Yes” was all Vlad could manage, he was far more tired than when he crashed down.

As if finally unfrozen Jack took in a sharp breath. “It was me wasn’t it. I-I messed up the formula. I did it. It was me. I killed you.” His voice so devoid of emotion. “Yes” Wounds he had hidden so deep now exposed and the hurt came right back in full force as if he was still in the hospital waiting for them to bust thru that door. His bitterness rising, he couldnt stop himself from making another jab “you made me like this.” He held his hands out “you did this to me. You!” He struggled with the words “You killed me! You killed me and you didn’t even visit me ONCE!” He couldnt control the emotion in his voice and he didn’t care. He couldnt keep his legs from giving out as he fell to his knees. Stop the tears from forming in his eyes. And he did not care. Let them hear how upset he his. Let them see how broken he is. How broken they made him.

Then he heard it. The sound of a gun lifting and coming to life. He looked up to see Jack face in his hands, shoulders racked with silent sobs. He turned to Maddie, her hood down, Her face streaked, and her gun raised. “We should have noticed sooner. Seen the signs.” Vlad was confused. What did she mean. “What.” He started but then the gun fired. Hitting him square in the chest. He fell backwards from the force of the shot. His vision was going dark as he heard Maddie speak softly “We should have dealt with you sooner Vlad. But don’t worry. Your ghost will help us make great progress in out study” a sniffle from Jack “It’s what he would have wanted” and then everything faded out.

Yadayada vlad torture bla bla bla vivisection vs dissection discussion skip skip skip it’s all be done before go write it ya seld it’s 234am and im in the now cold shower and havent even reached the point of the post so im skipping this part.

Anyway Vlad escapes. Barely with the help of Danny and then tries to convince Danny to leave. They aren’t safe. They will destroy him. Danny hesitates before deciding to stay. He is a child who loves his parents. Vlad is pleading and begging Danny to go. Jazz is seriously considering it. But Danny isn’t super sure they would accept him more cause he is their son but he will just have to make sure they never find out. Either Vlad dips and offers to always have a safe place for Daniel or stays to help him stop his parents. The damage they did to Vlad is shocking and they both agree that they don’t need to have access to any ghosts ever. Idk man. I just wanted to have Vlad get outted first and to have Danny see how badly his parents take it. Also wanted to make a none crossover post lmao

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Mattheo Riddle's Guide To Win Y/N's Heart

pairing: mattheo x fem!reader (house not clarified)

genre: fluff

tw: my bad writing

word count: 1532

summary: mattheo's desperately trying to lure you in by using psychological tricks on you.

a/n: okay, this one might not be the best, but it's sweet. also, i wrote this in the middle of the night lol

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dividers by @chachachannah

It all started a week ago when Mattheo strutted into the Great Hall in the morning with that stupid, confident grin plastered across his lips.

“It’s 7:30. In the morning,” Theo raised an eyebrow at him as to why he was in a good mood so early for his liking.

“I have the master plan to get Y/N to date me,” Mattheo stated proudly, to which Enzo and Theo shared a look, and the latter snorted a laugh.

“And how are you gonna do that, Casanova?” Pansy chimed in too.

“Psychology,” Mattheo shrugged simply, deeply believing that his master plan would work perfectly.

He read in Enzo’s book that if you want to be appealing to a woman, you should sit across her at a table and if about to win a man’s heart, you should sit right beside him. So, the first trick he tried was sitting across you at the table in all cases, even if it meant two people — including you — sitting on the one side and five people squeezed together on the one across because Mattheo wanted to sit across you with millimeter accuracy. First, you didn’t understand it one bit. You only sensed Mattheo growing weirder by the day and your friends having more fun directly proportionally and putting two and two together, you realized these two are actually related.

The next thing was wearing red. Now this one was a hilarious one; on Tuesday afternoon when you, Enzo, and Mattheo were due to study together for Arithmancy (which, may I mention, Mattheo only took up because you did so too), Mattheo slumped down on the chair across you at the table in the library, wearing a Gryffindor hoodie.

“What on earth-“ Enzo shook his head in disbelief but you had to fight back a loud outburst of laughter.

“Hi, Y/N,” Mattheo grinned confidently but you shook your head with a grin still lingering on your lips.

“Whose is this?” you nodded in the direction of the hoodie hugging his upper body.

See, the problem with wearing red was that he didn’t own a single clothing piece of the colour, so he had to think outside the box and be creative for this one.

He looked down nonchalantly and shrugged with that familiar smirk. “Longbottom’s. I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

Enzo buried his face into his hands next to you, trying to hold a groan back from escaping as your mouth hung open and your eyes widened. “He doesn’t know?”

“His door was open…”

You, knowing Mattheo, lifted your eyebrows in disbelief as he clearly didn’t tell the exact truth.

“Well- it wasn’t open, but soon it opened magically and I took it as an invitation…”

“You Alohomora’d his door to get a burgundy hoodie for Merlin-knows-what?”

“Well, y- wait. Burgundy? This is red,” Mattheo shook his head as he stiffened. He was convinced it was pure red — boys and their eyes for colours, huh?

Enzo snorted a laugh finally, knowing exactly Mattheo was trying to use the ‘red makes you appear more attractive’ law of psychology on you and he technically failed.

“No, darling, this is burgundy,” you chuckle which by the way, Mattheo found adorable, even in the middle of his embarrassment, plus, you called him darling — so he took it that you actually fell for his trick and, well, for him too.

But of course, there were things in Enzo’s psychology book Mattheo didn’t even think of doing. This was, for one, playing hard to get. Because he knew his eyes would have failed him every time he’d tried to close you out, and he knew exactly how well you were able to see right through him. You being concerned about him was also a problem with this because as Pansy once absent-mindedly drew his attention to how you noticed people’s energies shift pretty quickly, he had to close this option out completely.

Another one was putting on a cocky, intimidating, or prideful look because of the same reason; you noticing the energy shifts, and because no matter how hard he’d tried, that stupid grin had grown on him and your sight only fueled it.

He tried mirroring your body language, too. You were leaning forward at breakfast, tiredly resting against the wooden dining table? He was sitting opposite you, sitting as if he was actually in your mirror. You ran a hand through your hair? Guess what, he had to scratch his head. Even when your leg was bouncing nervously under the desk in History of Magic, he sure mirrored it.

You weren’t oblivious to this either, and you knew something was up — but you simply thought he was playing a prank on you. And your friends being awfully quiet whenever you brought up how weird Mattheo was being around you only added to your suspicion.

“I see” was a common way for him to start whatever he had on his mind. Because, research by MIT showed that women were more attracted to men who used the phrases “I see,” “Okay,” and “Yep.” And for him, he used them until he’s grown sick of them.

But of all the things he’d tried, his favourite — and yours too — was touching. Touching you had always lightened his day, even if it was just a tap on your shoulder to enquire about the time. And his touch provided reassurance for you, whenever he touched you for even a split second you knew you had someone to count on, someone to be comforted by. When you were tired in class he had a shoulder to offer for you to rest your head on (not Theo though because he could go fuck himself rather than sleep on his best friend’s shoulder, respectfully, in the best friend in question’s opinion.) When you were anxious, he chose to put his quill down and not take notes, rather have his hand comforting you by rubbing little circles on your thigh just above your knee (and sometimes a little too high), having his arm around you or playing with your hair, saying he’d borrow your notes later to catch up, which he never did.

However, things haven’t changed for two more weeks. And, as time went on, Mattheo grew more and more desperate, seeking the moment he could finally hold you in his arms and kiss the life out of you. He was waiting for the moment when he could confess his love to you — or, which would have been more convenient, and a whole ego boost for him, to have you come crawling by yourself, singing odes about him. But he realized it was a rather unlikely scenario that lived rent-free in his head.

“That book sucks,” Mattheo complained to Enzo one evening in the common room frustratedly as he sank into the green velvet material of the couch.

“Why so?” Enzo didn’t even look up from his Transfiguration essay he was desperately trying to put a dot on the end of for an hour.

“‘Cause I tried everything! And Y/N still doesn’t have a clue how I love her,” he let out a grunt as he let his head fall back against the backrest of the sofa and rubbed his closed eyes tiredly. “She’s still not into me.”

“I am into you,” your voice came down on him like a rain of cold ice. After nagging for two whole weeks, Pansy agreed to fill you in about what Mattheo called his master plan, and you finally understood what it was all about.

Mattheo’s eyes shot open to see he hasn’t hallucinated your reassuring words in that sweet tone you always talk to him with, and to make sure you are very physically standing there. He quickly got up from where he was and sat on the couch next to Enzo, who seemed to be in a completely other world with how concentrated he was on his Transfiguration homework.

Mattheo quickly made his way over to you, standing just a few feet apart with that stupid grin already growing on his lips as he took you, your gorgeous figure, bright smile, and shiny eyes in. “Are you now, princess?” He asked in a tone sweet like honey while tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking a step closer to the point that your chests were grinding against each other, to Mattheo’s biggest pleasure. And before he knew it, your lips came crashing against his in a long-awaited kiss and his arms slithered around your waist so naturally like they were made to be resting there. However, you pulled away after a few seconds before it could’ve got a little too carried away. “Did you really steal Longbottom’s hoodie so that I’d find you more attractive?” You chuckled with a touched but still a little mocking smile.

“Borrowed it. I returned it after you told me it wasn’t the right colour,” he rolled his eyes at you too, but he was the happiest guy on earth right then and there because he had all right to wrap his arms around you like a shield, protecting you from the world and its horrible people.

[katsus-world]

Katsuki who forces you to look at him when he’s balls deep inside you.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulder and his pace is rough. The bed frame creeks under his movements. Your voice singing out and the sound of heavy balls slapping against your weeping cunt echo off the walls of your charred bedroom.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” His voice comes out strained and the feeling of you clenching around his words throws him into a crazed daze.

You mumble out a response but his cock hitting your sweet spot makes you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as his strong hand wraps around your throat. His length drags against your walls with such force, you feel like you’re going to split in two.

“Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you.” His hand moves up to grab at your chin, instinctively your eyes shoot up and you gasp when you feel him stop.

He pulls out slowly, antagonizing you with every once of him that leaves your needy hole. You bite your lip to stifle a groan.

“You’re so pretty when yer’ like this. A fucking whore for my cock.” Your head hits the pillow when feel him shove himself deep inside you. It was quick and fast but it doesn’t stop you from fluttering around him. And the electricity pulsing through your body makes it hard to think straight.

“‘Wanna stay inside you forever. You feel too good.” Katsuki growls out as he palms your chest, pulling at your sensitive nub in his calloused hands. His mouth moves towards your thigh, biting your inner flesh and peppering it with kisses.

“T-too much katsuki!” You thrash against his touch, back arching off the mattress as you feel your stomach tighten.

But to your disappointment his movement slow down, and you feel the frustration peaking out of your eyelids. Tears hot and ready to spill down your face.

“You don’t get to cum unless you look at me.”

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Might have misspellings sorry!

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Hey, so...

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I'm just kind of....over? having to beg for engagement, so I'm trying this as a solution. Members of the community will be given early access to all of my fic updates, access to special polls, priority when it comes to requests, access to community specific fics (they'll eventually be posted to my main account, but until then...),etc.

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Fear trails alongside him as he skips his way down a marble hallway. His shirt collar scratches his neck uncomfortably. The darkness that prowls from the shadows watches him. The palace guards don’t glance at their prince as he traipses down the corridor. Zuko turns into a colonnade and freezes. Walking up ahead: perfect posture, long black hair adorned with glittering gold, broad shoulders.  It is cowardly but the young Fire Prince, age seven, turns back around and flees before his father notices him.

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[sariastrategos]

I adore your Renaissance Faire AU! Tell us more about it? 🥺

Oh my stars yes!

RenFaire is one of my two softest AU’s, these two disaster’s just adore each other!

A few details that haven’t made it into the fics yet;

Hux is a high school drama and music teacher, he adores children and while he’s the biggest dick to adults you’ll never see him be cruel to kids. Their parents, however, should have known better.

Kylo has listened to Hux talk all winter about turning his backyard into a medieval garden and when the end of winter comes around and Hux is too busy with exams and field trips, Kylo recruits his sister and her boyfriends to put in all the framework for him. Now all he has to do is plant.

Hux ends up breathing new life into the agricultural guild of the kingdom with his gardening

(This is the next chapter to be installed) Hux is literally known for his projection and the volumes he can reach. Unfortunately this applies in bed as well. This hinders Kylo’s ability to fuck him after a tournament when he’s full of adrenaline from a fight. They make it work.

Hux used to be a bard. He’s mostly retired from it as he’s taken on more heraldry duties.

The school wants him to dress more professionally. Hux argues he’s a drama teacher and needs extra movement. When they tell him he needs to wear suits, he follows the rules to the letter. Cue Victorian suits, Edwardian suits and suits of armour until the board relents. But by now he’s gotten too comfortable wearing his period clothing to work and doesn’t want to stop.

Medieval is Hux’s main, but not only, era of reenactment.

Some members of the kingdom want him thrown out for his perfectionism. Little do they know hems been working on rebuilding the entire newcomers section to the website to make information and patterns more accessible as well has expanded the amount of loaner garb available to interested parties until they can make their own.

Hux can cook. He can turn leftovers into feasts.

I can go on and on about this AU, it’s legit one of my favourites and I have so many chapters planned! Let me know if you want more details on anything and thank you for asking!