#THKS HAS BEEN GOING ON TOO LONG

[minty-rbs]

Atp i just need a full body massage

[airenyah]

good news: i'm already on the mpreg scene

bad news: it's already 12:30am and i still have the whole confession scene before me

y'all, i'm less than a minute into the ep4 kitchen scene and i already wrote 700 words about it. if this trend continues i'm for sure not making this meta before ep5 drops rip

[lilybug-02]

Hello! I just wanted to say how much I love your recent Hollow Knight comic! It's super cute and adorable, and you have a really pretty art style!

I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell us some more about it? Like who Dewi and his family are, or more about how Hallownest exists/fits into the human world, or you interpretations of stuff, or just anything really! Any world building you'd be willing to share would be really interesting!

I see that Hornet has recently come into the picture, so I think I can see some plot shenanigans starting, which is exciting and I can't wait to see where it goes. A part of me is half tempted to ask about THK, if only bc of how gargantuan a bug they'd be, but they're probably still, uh, "busy", and I wouldn't want to ruin anything you've got cooking by poking into potential spoiler territory lmao.

Anyway, just wanted to say how much I love your comic and that I can't wait to see where you take it and to learn more about it! Thank you for sharing it! Hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!

Holy COW! I was not expecting such an exquisite ask!

I'm not planning on making the comic too long (especially since I have one on hiatus and HO-boi is has that one taken me ages).

This is just a silly thought I had about Hollow Knight and it's been fun getting creative with it. No plans for lore because I haven't made any plans! I just draw what I think fits :) (although i've been doing my research!). no promises for an ending

I'd like to keep the magic in Hollownest real. No doubt, the magic and godly power are integral to the game! The Hollow Knight...hmmm I would love to have them...but...well- idk... if I do have THK, I might need to explain why they're even there and I dont really want to go too in depth.

Dewi is just a kid with his Dad in their cabin upstate. Where? No idea. But it's near a lot of caves, that's for sure!

[gynnnicsworld]

Hellooo! i was wondering what your all-time favorite hurt/comfort fics are? also I love your account, I scrolled through not too long ago and immediately was like yes, I've found my people

*screams internally* oOH GOD, thank you for asking that, I've been waiting for someone to ask that and I'm so glad this is happening! OK.

From what I can see in your profile picture, do u like spn too? Do u have any favorite couples there? cause I have a long list of fics in that fandom too *wink wink*....

Please ask me questions to recommend fics, because I have been trying for weeks to organize a part 2 of rec list but I haven't been able to, I have too many fics and I have no idea how to start organizing them. So by asking questions like these you help me recommend some fics and get organized. thks u <3ily

Life's (Kate's) a bitch and then you (she) dies

by: Littleredridinghunter

While everyone is busy saving Jackson, Stiles is taking a beating in the Argent's basement. When his dad gets hurt, he leaves a note for Scott that he is getting away from everything and to never contact him again.

Too bad Scott and the pack take him at his word....

One year later and they finally see Stiles again but it isn't a happy reunion. Can they repair all the damage that has been caused in their time apart?

(This is one of the most recent fics I've read and it left me completely destroyed and in love at the same time, the author of this fic is the same author of most of my favorite fics. Anyway, all the fics I've read by this author will appear here. (oh by the way you would like to know that spn characters appear here.))

Home

by: TheTypewriterGirl

God, this fic is BEAUTIFUL, it's glorious, this fic can basically be described with any adjective that refers to beauty and perfection. But there is pain, a lot of pain, this fic must be praised.

There are illustrations that complete the beauty of this fic. Like this↓

Yes, you guys definitely have to read this fanfic.

You haven't read it??? WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING?? RUN TO READ IT.

I downloaded the fic because I don't want to lose it, I would cry if one day this fic is deleted.

It's all part of the master plan - Sterek version

by: Littleredridinghunter

every fic that I put here you must read it, truly and seriously, you HAVE to read it, you can't not do it.

Sense of Home

by: siny

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

(This fic explains one of the theories quite well, maybe you know this theory x if that theory caught your attention, you will love this fic).

hold me tight (you'll be alright)

by: orphan_account

Stiles is captured by the alpha pack for over a month before escaping. Derek finds him in the woods and takes him home.

Homeland

kitkatpancakestack

"And if you bleed for Beacon Hills once, you can be sure you'll bleed for it again."

(Tthis is a fix fic, but it's really good. I actually have many VERY good ones of this type.

God, I actually have a colossal mountain of fics to recommend and I have no idea how to start organizing them.)

It's where my demons hide

by: Littleredridinghunter

Stiles was used to his life going to hell. He'd just never expected it to be quite so literal.

When Rafael McCall returns to Beacon Hills after a five year absence it brings back lots of unhappy memories for Stiles, he'll do whatever he can to keep his secrets buried in order to protect those closest to him.

With Rafael's return Stiles discovers that secrets are always revealed, even if this particular time it's because of supernatural interference.

(By the way, I don't have an order, because all the fics that I'm putting here are really good and all of them are my favorites. BUT this fic right here is probably my favorite among favorites, this fic has a way of destroying your soul and putting it back together that you will love and hate at the same time and leave you wanting to read more.)

A Melody That Climbs And Then Falls

BY: siny

They won the fight against the alpha pack; the nightmare was apparently over.

That was until Stiles fell on the ground with blood coming out of his mouth when Derek reached him.

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Or the fic where Stiles gets an internal bleeding for saving Derek, only a tragedy like this would make Derek realize his true feelings.

Peter betrayed them all and is currently missing. Allison and Stiles are buddies, as much as Derek and Erica.

Can't rely on me

By; Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Echoes

by: jjmash

Stiles' magic accidentally creates a lifelike echo of Derek's baby sister who died in the Hale fire. Between games of tag and trips to the zoo, Derek helps Stiles pick up the pieces of himself post-Nogitsune possession.

(This one is short but sweet and sad.)

Finding His Home

by: OKDeanna

Derek Hale was a lot of things, and none of them very good. Yet, the one thing he couldn't shake was the one thing he knew he shouldn't want. But when an unexpected late night call reveals Stiles Stilinski has been injured, he will stop at nothing to get to him. Even if it means opening himself up in ways he never has before...

(I love that in the sterek fandom we have these unspoken truths, like the fact that we all know that no matter what, Derek is always going to believe and care about Stiles whether he's in Mexico or on the other side of the world, if Stiles calls, he'll go to Stiles.)

Wait For Me

by: Hedwig221b

“Stiles, we know about your Spark,” Scott looked at Stiles with desperate eyes, trying to convey something. “He is the Werewolf who's been chasing you. You must run. We’ll help you…”

Stiles stared at his friend, genuinely concerned for his sanity, because the nonsense he was sputtering was really fucking confusing.

This one is really good but fucking confusing or something, it really made me hate certain characters here and scream in frustration but I always trusted stiles/derek.

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home

turningterrific

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

(This fic will always be in my favorite fic recommendations, because I read it at a difficult time for me and it helped me a lot emotionally to move forward, so yes, this fic is one of my favorites among favorites, and I will always mention it at every opportunity. Plus we have Derek healing and that's beautiful because Derek deserves nice things just like Stiles.)

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okay, I'm going to stop here because I have some things to do, but actually I have more favorite hurt/comfort fics. But I won't be able to put them all here right now, apologies for that, but please send me another question for a second part, but I think at the moment you have several fics to read.

I hope you like them, and please do not hesitate to send me messages to talk about all these incredible fanfics, I will be waiting for your comments. (and thanks again for the question)

[ghosttoastx]

Hi yes I know I’m late but

I would absolutely love to hear more about your isat x hollow knight idea (< has been looking at isat stuff for days + is listening to Broken Vessel 1 hour long Man on the Internet cover)

Hello hi!!! Sorry it took me a bit to get your ask I’ve been a little busy, but I would love to babble hehehe :3

For the Isat Hollow Knight au thingy I’m still note sure if I want to still have the Isat party as. Well. A party, or if I wanna do it the way Hollow Knight does with with the NPCs and have them Isat characters just be other bugs you meet on your journey.

Still working on the designs of the other characters, but I’m had the idea of having Mirabelle be some sort of butterfly. Though, I’ve also had the idea of Mirabelle taking over Hornet’s role floating around too.

For Odile I’ve been thinking maybe she’s based either on a mantis or possibly a jellyfish type thingy, but I’m still not sure yet.

For Isabeau, I thought maybe he could be based on one of those really big, really annoying guard type bugs in the City of Tears. You know the ones. It fits pretty well considering his role as a defender in Isat.

I am. Still struggling with where to put Bonnie. Believe it or not, it’s kinda hard to fit a child into the world of Hollow Knight due to the. Uh. Horrors. Ya know?

Another idea I had was to have Euphrasie take the role of the White Lady. Don’t have much of an idea here yet.

Same with the King. I’ve thought about just having him be the Pale King soooooo. I dunno.

I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about the Dreamers, still working that out.

For Loop, I’ve thought about having them be THK but also the possibility of them being just a charm you have but can never remove and just kinda floats around like some of the other charms that give you babies and stuff.

Okokok, lots of words. I would love to answer more stuff about this au. Also, was thinking about calling the au the ‘Hollowed Stars au’ <-(literally just came up with that right now). Like I said, I’d love to answer stuff about this au as well as hear any ideas anyone may have :3

[gamergenia]

(expansion upon this post (gore warning)(long post))

the reasoning behind its transition into only using its shade form is because their body was just. So Fucked Up in the temple initially that it just never wanted to use a tangible body like that one again. Ever. It’s become incredibly fearful of touch / physical contact as well- anything of the like has always meant awful pain. Whether it be the betrayal of its (now abandoned) ultimate purpose to searing, blinding pain. It absolutely will not tolerate being restrained, in any circumstance. Do Not

Thinking of this, I had gotten inspired to draw what they might’ve looked like in the temple, before escaping.

The ending I was initially planning to tie this all to would’ve been the Sealed Siblings. (kind of because I didn’t want to deal with Hornet) But it doesn’t really fit the more I think about it, Hornet had had no reason to really intervene, and it wasn’t very much of a fight anyways. THK would’ve been paralyzed from the neck down. So I’ve gone with DNM adjacent.

They usually manifest a shade form with legs. Their eyesight is quite subpar, hence why Lemm’s things get shuffled around so often, and It takes a long time for them to read, too, as theyre still learning how.

Over time, they hAve grown unbearably curious. Over everything. They don’t only watch Lemm, though he is their prime target, occasionally it will observe other common bugs just living their life. They will snoop endlessly. Lemm does not have much privacy- mostly because they don’t fully understand the concept. They’re getting much better though.

Haven’t thought much about the other characters, (anyone asides from lemm, thk and ghost) yet. But I’m sleepy, so I’m going to go to bed.

[khaopybara]

Here I'm desperately hoping THK will be a superfun escape from reality 🙏🏻 the way things have gone in my country in the last two days. Who's wishing for it to be dark and serious? 😭 My life is enough dark and serious.

ATTENTION! rant ahead. anon, i'm really sorry i used your ask for this, but when i realized i went on a tangent, it was already too late. i do eventually answer your comment in the last two paragraphs, tho.

i personally use these silly little shows and interact so much with what these actors who live so far from my own reality because i want to use it as an escape route!

i'll be honest and say i don't remember when or how i switched back to asian media after spending a long time only watching western stuff, but i do know i made the switch because queer stories in western media were either a) being cancelled after one season, or b) having tragic/unfulfilling endings for poc/queer characters. I DON'T WANT THAT.

and imagine my surprise in like june of 2023 when i was looking up things to watch and stumbled over a silly little thai show about a loser who can go back in time with his crystal ball, and he tries to win over this girl he has been interested in forever and ends up falling for the guy who he saw as his rival? and ofc be my favorite had a lot of social commentary and personally, i think one of the most beautiful self-discovery journeys to this day in thai bl, but they had a happy ending, and they had an arc, and a story and it was a lot more than any western show could ever dream of giving me (am i saying thai shows, or gmm shows are perfect? no, i know its faults. what i am saying is that as a queer person living in south america, i wish i had these type of things to watch growing up. hayley kiyoko's girls like girls videoclip was the first time i remember seeing two young women kiss and let it be romantic and not fetichization.)

pluto's lastest episode about how non-inclusive the urban environment is for people with disabilities left such an impression they removed the sign that blocked the ada path. THESE STORIES MATTER!

and these stories matter even when they are silly romcoms about assassins brothers falling in love with two dudes, or about an introverted girl who just moved to the big city and hides her identity to flirt with the pretty and popular girl from her class, or about a grumpy veterinarian who suffers an accident and switches bodies with his sister and now he has to go on a country journey to get his body back with his former best friend he's in love with.

so yes, anon, i also hope this will be a fun show you can escape to and have that dose of serotonin even if for just an hour or two of your day. and i hope that even if it makes us cry, you'll be able to cry and allow yourself to let your worries out without feeling guilty about it. that's the magic of storytelling in my opinion, and i have an inkling we'll be up to a very good one that will play with our feelings like a roller-coaster.

(also, i can't understand who says they didn't see the comedy of thk when we literally had bison telling his brother kant wants his body first and his heart second, or when style tells fadel his nipples are sensitive and fadel just pinches it with a padlock (?), or kant telling his best friend "hey if you get together with this scary killer dude, i'll give you my dad's car" and style says yes, like come on.)

[nnnn99999]

After watching thk ep 1 way too many times I have decided how I feel about the characters so far and how I read them so far.

Bison genuinely terrifies me. His expression when he was pushing his murder target's face to his stomach was so intense. He looked so disgusted yet also so pleased. Like he gets high on the power he holds in that moment. He has no control over his life or emotions. He is so trapped by his circumstances and the people around him and he seems to be fighting to escape that control all the time. I am genuinely scared of what he will do when he eventually loses it. He is not naive, he knows how the world works, he knows it too well. But instead of accepting his fate, he chooses to hold onto hope for freedom. He is indulging in fantasy, but he is fully aware of that. He knows what he is doing. He knows Kant is not all that sincere, at least not yet. But he longs for an escape from his own reality so much that he is willing to ignore all the warning signs and pretend that everything is fine. The genuine moments of connection and intimacy between the two is probably the reason Bison is willing to give Kant a chance. He will probably go full psycho when he eventually finds out about Kant's deception. I am very interested to see how this character unfolds over the course of this show.

Coming to Kant, I am still unsure how I feel about him. He is definitely a loving and responsible brother. But he is also deceptive, cunning and manipulative. How much of what he says and shows is real? We are left wondering alongside Bison. But one thing for sure is that he definitely has some genuine fondness for Bison. Had he not been intetested, he would not have taken this whole gig that serioisly. He is sly, but he is also sweet. Very confusing. And I love that about him.

Everyone please leave my man Fadel alone for like 5 minutes and let him have a break. He is tired. He is working two jobs. His younger brother is unhinged. His younger brother's crush is duplicitous. His younger brother's crush's best friend is annoying af but hot, making Fadel question his own sanity because why is he attracted to that insufferable jerk. Just let him take a nap. He needs it. Watching Style break down his sky high walls will be so much fun.

Style is the icon, the diva, the fabulous glue that holds this show together. He is so far removed from the other three that you wonder why is he there again? The other three are hiding dangerous secrets, meanwhile Style is living life like an open book. The other three are literally criminals, meanwhile Style is busy romancing cars. He is annoying and overconfident but also so unapologetically himself that it becomes endearing. He so genuine that you can't help but love him. He is definitely my favorite character so far. I love him the most.

[dropout-ninja]

The Hollow Knight, Bretta, Nightmare King Grimm

One of these is solely because I want to see you admit your favorite ship on main, I cannot stop myself

I think I need to not attempt ask games because I am too talkative and make long ass posts help

The Hollow Knight: What was the saddest part of the game for you? Which ending is the most sad to you?

All of it

But seriously, so many moments. I’ll throw the Nosk Den out as one, alongside the Abyss. A lot of the settings give feels, like the empty basin. The White Palace’s everything always makes me feel Emotions. A lot of the ghosts make me sad. MARMU. Agh. 

Which ending isn’t sad? That said, I am going to go with Sealed Siblings as the worst feeling ending. It feels like the one that has the most damage caused and the least hope. Dream No More is a ‘good’ ending, though, but it gives many sad feelings (just of a different nature than the long scream of SS/THK ending)

Bretta: Favorite Hollow Knight ship? Favorite fanfic?

Why you do this

I have so many ships, because I’m the type of person to read what looks like a crackship and if it’s written with crunch then now I’m shipping it (hi grimmnet). It doesn’t take much and I don’t tend to have notps, my personality is a continuous shrug (me out here sometimes reading pale nightmare and causing you unknowing psychic indigestion) 

Grollow was my first HK ship and I’d probably call it my favorite. I also really like Pale King/White Lady. Some of the more cursed ships I favor are Pale King/Radiance (or PK/Radi/WL) and Radiance/The Hollow Knight, exceptionally messy and toxic. There you go, Ashe, get me on main saying it all. 

All of yours are the answer XD (I mean it). From Eyes to W&G/Red Sky to Butterfly, sorry not sorry. Other favorites are Soul of God, Form of Moth by @basilbellona, which has been my favorite HK fic since April 2022, and In Defiance of Time (and associated oneshots) by @ganondorf--apologist. 

Now for a list of absolutely random things I’ve got in my bookmarks, which are excluding the multiple HK fics I have open but am still reading. I’m going to make too long a post just because I always want fics to get more love. Some of my other non-Ashyr favorites from bookmarks (no specific order and genre) are: Captivated, Until Dawn Shall Break, Not Too Late for Second Chances, Hold The Future With Silver Hands, Camouflage of Great Renown, It’s All Well Above Wonder Anyway, The Clock Stopped Ticking Forever Ago, Pale Revival, A Tribe Betrayed, Void Given Focus, Workshop Safety, To Reclaim A Dream, To Love A Lamprey, Moving Onward, Will Terribly, If You Will At All, I Swore I’d Have No More Knights In Shining Armor, We’re So Close But So Distant

Someday I’ll have even more to recommend when I finish reading the fics open in my tags (hi Tori fics, hello)

Nightmare King Grimm: Which boss battle was the most intense for you? The most satisfying to defeat?

What if I said Nightmare King Grimm

Each one I came across the first time I played faskfsdaf. I’m going to go with Absolute Radiance just because I remember the noises I was making on stream when I accidentally beat her in P5 the first time. But in terms of my favorite boss fight/the one I’m most satisfied about my skills in, I’ll go with the cliche of the NKG fight XD My one skill in this game is being able to absolutely bully the man and kill him hitless before the best part of his song plays. I put all my irl XP points into getting good at him. Other favorite fights are Sisters of Battle, and probably Pure Vessel even though they are gatekeeping me so hard in my all bindings P4 run and so I cry.

[jayflrt]

hey hey! i’m doing good too <3

i had to take a moment before sending another ask because i literally lock my phone mid reading last chapter SO GOOD i can’t believe yuna would do that wow my jaw? on the floor, i kinda feel bad for all of them, she had no business being like that especially to mc like girl you could keep up with your princess life because of her !!!

and i had to unleash my inner detective pikachu on this because all of it looks so premeditated, i’m even more suspicious of sunoo now(thks for the reminder about his dad) the way anon gave jay the dirt on yuna just in case and how he was the one to let mc know about yuna’s intentions instead of her herself being the drama queen she is???? also for me it solidified that anon knows KNOWS jay, here i’m gonna defend my baby cause jake did him so dirty(understandable), although i think he is low key getting a bit lost in the glitz and shimmer of yale i genuinely think he is a really nice guy who is getting too involved in their life, especially sunghoon, heeseung and mc’s(of course), i don’t really think his expose was the worst one of all of them, he could easily sweet talk the members but that was not the case for gigi or y/n, i think he genuinely wanted to help them because he understands them a lil better now and that info would simply do just that, anon definitely sees right through him and knows his nature, give him the dirt, push the right bottoms and he would do it without question, oh and who that might be? sunoo. i rest my case 🕵🏻‍♀️

anyway, i love me some good mistery i can’t wait to see whats next ♥️ i hope you’re having a good day/night darling 🫶🏻

-🪩 anon(it suited me better hehe)

i've added you as 🪩 anon !! <3 NICE CHOICE i adore the disco ball

AHH i'm so glad you liked chapter 28 !! :') it was a BOLD move on her part considering the people she's talking shit about definitely have a lot more power than her 😭 honestly if yeonjun had a completely different characterization i think i would feel the worst for him lowkey because why do your followers know about my std now 🚶‍♀️ and seriously ,, mc has helped her for three years too long 🧎‍♀️

DETECTIVE PIKACHU LMSODFH and i think people have been guessing sunoo too!! it's definitely suspicious that he was just spilling about yuna 👁️ and jay is definitely lost in the glitz and glam of their life rn :') not in the traditional way one would expect i guess but he's very much caught up in their problems instead of focusing on what he's been sent there to do 🤧 (no complaints about that tho ! go jay/n!!!!) but very intriguing theory 🪩 anon i look forward to what you think as the plot develops 🥰

and i've been doing great tysm !! 🫶🫶 i hope you're doing well & taking care of yourself <3

[vynnyal]

One year and 2000 (2000??) whole followers later, and I'm still here, drawing bugs like a maniac. As a lil celebration I compiled a few pics of the sibs, just to see how their designs evolved over time :)

Poor Hornet became more and more rounded and short, lmao. Still plenty spicy tho!

Lil thk, despite drawing them so often I made a 3d model for their head, hasn't had a full-body pic since 2019. Sweats

And then theres ghost, who has really just become happier and more expressive in general. Tis the fate of ghost 😔

Till next year! \o/

[madame-fear]

may i have some more uuuhhh yandere gotham jonathan crane headcanons? thks i loved the last one 😩

Hellooo anon! 🥰 Sure thing! More Stalker!Jonathan Crane headcanons coming right up🧚‍♀️💫

Enjoy your reading, liebe! ♥️

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Gotham!Stalker!Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Fem!Reader | More Headcanons

I'm going to be honest and direct here: he was too shy and reserved to force himself to talk to you, but the first time he saw you, you got stuck in his mind.

He's literally not able to get you off his head. His mind constantly replays whatever he saw you doing (talking to someone, walking, laughing) and just thinks about how beautiful you are.

Everyone thinks he has a simple crush, so they tease them with you. But it's more than that. He's OBSESSED over you. You didn't even tell him your name and he already knows your whole life, social media, friends, family, etc.

Before talking to you, he sent you anonymous love letters and flowers to your work or a friends house he knew you frequented. It creeped the hell out of you.

When he finally decided to talk to you, he's mesmerised by your sweet voice and adorable facial expressions. He would savour the moment with you, and he would be so down to earth only so he can replay the moment anytime he wants.

He befriends you and tries his best to be as close as possible with you. He'll also try being your ONLY BEST friend. If he does that, for him, it means that he'll get to spend all the time he wants with you, and he'll also extract some info from you disguised as innocent and friendly questions to "know each other".

He's always trying to hint his love (obssesion) for you. He doesn't even buy things for you, he just steals them. He'd steal jewellry for you, flowers, random objects he knows you'll like from any store that he sees. Or maybe, if, for example, you like skulls, he'll grab skulls and give them to you. Or anything that you like collecting, he'll especially give it to you.

Honestly, he's very touch starved. So if you accidentally grasp his shoulder or any other part of his body, that's it. You've got him. You're now the absolute provider of all his needs and desires.

If he gets injured during an attack as Scarecrow, the only thing he can think about is you taking care of his injuries, and patching him up as you soothe him with sweet words. He wants to be babyed by you.

Constantly visits you at your home. The thing is, you don't know he's been visiting you, and maybe, just maybe...peeping through your window and generally admiring you. He always lives in the shadow. You never saw him staring at you through your window...you're not even aware of the fact he already knows where you live!

Already knows where you work, and when you leave. So after you finish your workshift, he'll always follow you hiding in the shadows, especially if your work shift ends at night. He kinds of hopes that his darling gets assaulted, so he can immediatly show up before they steal something from you or even get hurt.

He'll fear gas your assaulter, and his ego is boosted to the maximum to hearing you thanking him and protecting you.

To make things better, he'll also walk you home so you have an even better image of him already. And besides, if he accidentally spills that he knows where you live, you won't see it as suspicious since he took you home after nearly being assaulted walking to your home after work.

He loves thinking of himself as your personal saviour.

He's always daydreaming about how it would be to wrap his arms around your waist, or to hug you and smell your precious, soft, and shiny hair.

If he sees you talking to someone else...oh boy. The first 3 minutes he'd feel in complete pain at the sight of you laughing with someone that's not him. But it doesn't take long until he gets mad with that person and begins planning his absolute revenge towards him. Whoever talks to you, poor idiot. They won't even know that's the beginning of their end.

He thought of kidnapping you, but he's not like that when it comes to you. He can't even bare the thought of you being hurt or scared, so he'd be sleepless planning on how to make you fall for him. The first thing he thought is making some kind of "love gas" for you.

Since he enchanted you to become besties, he'll invite you over to his lab to show you some new chemicals he's been preparing. At that point, he's already made the love gas to make you his. He'll pretend that he accidentally spills or breaks whatever is holding the gas, making the whole room filled with love gas.

You accidentally inhaled it. It worked, his whole plan worked. You're now his, as he's yours. His fantasies and daydreams became now true. You can't have eyes for anyone except him. There's nothing that could literally make him any more happy than he already is.

[jedimaesteryoda]

The ending took the puppet show from simple insolence to treason . "Witless fools. Only cretins would hazard their heads upon a wooden dragon." She considered a moment. "Send some of your whisperers to these shows and make note of who attends. If any of them should be men of note, I would know their names."

"What will be done with them, if I may be so bold?"

"Any men of substance shall be fined. Half their worth should be sufficient to teach them a sharp lesson and refill our coffers, without quite ruining them. Those too poor to pay can lose an eye, for watching treason. For the puppeteers, the axe."

"There are four. Perhaps Your Grace might allow me two of them for mine own purposes. A woman would be especially . . ."

"I gave you Senelle," the queen said sharply.

"Alas. The poor girl is quite . . . exhausted."

Cersei did not like to think about that. The girl had come with her unsuspecting, thinking she was along to serve and pour. Even when Qyburn clapped the chain around her wrist, she had not seemed to understand. The memory still made the queen queasy. The cells were bitter cold. Even the torches shivered. And that foul thing screaming in the darkness . . . "Yes, you may take a woman. Two, if it please you. But first I will have names."

-AFFC, Cersei V

Cersei’s response to a puppet show is eerily similar to Aerion’s in The Hedge Knight. 

The puppeteer's stall had been knocked on its side. The fat Dornishwoman was on the ground weeping.

One man-at-arms was dangling the puppets of Florian and Jonquil from his hands as another set them afire with a torch. Three more men were opening chests, spilling more puppets on the ground and stamping on them. The dragon puppet was scattered all about them, a broken wing here, its head there, its tail in three pieces. And in the midst of it all stood Prince Aerion, resplendent in a red velvet doublet with long dagged sleeves, twisting Tanselle's arm in both hands. She was on her knees, pleading with him. Aerion ignored her. He forced open her hand and seized one of her fingers. Dunk stood there stupidly, not quite believing what he saw. Then he heard a crack, and Tanselle screamed.

-THK

Tanselle and her family merely used puppets to reenact an old story of a knight slaying a dragon. The dragon being the sigil of House Targaryen, Aerion took it as a slight that the dragon lost, and gave a savage response by burning and destroying the puppets, scattering the dragon puppet into pieces and breaking Tanselle’s fingers.  

It was ultimately how the story ended involving a dragon that it becomes a slight, though to be fair the puppet show in King’s Landing was clearly propaganda opposing the Lannister regime while Tanselle’s was more innocent.

Cersei’s response  however, is still extremely harsh, going above and beyond what Aerion did. She initially wants to have the puppeteers executed, but instead gives them over to Qyburn for his experiments, ie to be tortured and mutilated. It doesn’t stop with the puppeteers either. She even targeted the audience which not even Aerion did. She fined merchants half their worth and made the poorer smallfolk lose an eye just for the crime of watching a puppet show, never mind that there were likely plenty of people in that audience who didn’t know how the show ended, let alone supported the idea of a Targaryen restoration or just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Aerion was a proto-Aerys being a charming yet mad Targaryen with a deadly fascination with wildfire, a cruel, sadistic streak and thinking himself a dragon in human form all the way down to having a similar name. Cersei herself has shown a fascination with wildfire to the point that her twin Jaime notices it, is beautiful, charming and thinks of herself as a lion often, and even her own husband Robert said she was cruel. Cersei is managing to take on the traits that were associated with the worst Targaryens. 

[milks-writings]

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Kōtarō Bokuto x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: floff, mentioned homophobia but not explicit (?)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: my love, please write a scenario about bokuto like flirting and crushing over a boy and being comfortable with the thought that he fell in love with a boy. and the reader is kinda quiet, but very sweet and tenderly touchy - like he touchs kou’s hands, shoulders, just touching him, and bokuto just loves it. but one day when bokuto was telling him something and akaashi also was near and reader just held bo’s hand in his hands a bit too long and some guy said something like “dude wtf”, and a reader went very ashamed and sad and after that situation just stoped touching bokuto. he even held his hands by his back, you know, because he was too ashamed of people and bokuto thinking he is like doing something bad. but in reality bo also was very sad that he stoped touching him, so he started to be pouty and everything, he thought he offended his love somehow aww🥺 so once he just can’t bare it anymore and when they are all alone, just lean and kiss him passionately uwu❤️thks!!

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: Do I love this request? Yes. Am I addicted? Maybe. AND SORRY FOR MAKNG YOU WAIT BB--

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Masterlist

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: love has no genders

It had been like you two was caught in your own pink world. The second you two filled each other's presence, the world around you would only be a blur, the voices only a muffled whisper, and the male in front of you the only thing you would focus on. And the white-haired ace? He felt the exact same way about you. Despite you being a male, which he didn’t mind at all. It was never like he hated the thought of falling in love with a male, neither did he hate the thought of falling in love with a girl. 

But you had something special, something special he wanted to discover and love. 

A few times a few flirts would slip over his mouth, making your cheeks go to a rosy and sweetish pink. A few times he would also just stare at you ranting about how boring classes were. However, never did he think that your small touches would be sending him to cloud 7. 

The first time, your hand would accidentally brush over his, to reach out for your drink. The small touch sends shivers down his spine, waking the butterflies up that had been sleeping in his stomach.

The second time, you patted his shoulder in a rather assuring manner, to tell him that even though he messed up one spike, Bokuto still did great. And that was when he realized that he fell in love with you, his classmate who he met when two people were assigned to do a project. Over and over again, the smallest things made his heart race. Just seeing you smiling, or hearing your laugh. It was the same day he realized that Bokuto wanted to make you laugh and smile every day.

Akaashi of course had taken notice of their ace staring at his male classmate, for longer than usual. And he also had taken notice how you sometimes just gently touched Bokuto what send him and his heart into space, bringing him into another world.

And of course, Akaashi would support Bokuto with confessing to you. “You will have to tell him one day.” Akaashi bluntly said after their long practice, making Bokuto frown, almost pout at his words.

How did he find out? Was it that obvious?

“But Akaashi-” Bokuto started along with a small pout, making the black-haired male shake his head. “I am sure Y/N likes you back. The way he smiles is saying a lot.” 

Akaashi wasn’t stupid though. He knew that it would take a lot more to make Bokuto or you confess, and he knew that you two would be scared that neither of you would be the preferred gender. Additionally, if the setter was wrong, which he highly doubted, Bokuto’s mood would be going down the drain very quickly, making the team lose at every game.

“But let’s wait first” He added after a few seconds of silence, making Bokuto nod his head slowly. “Maybe try to be more affectionate with him. Not too much. Try to hold his hand.” His best friend advised, before leaving the changing rooms.

And with the knowledge that you would wait for Bokuto after practice just to walk home, Akaashi waited with you, just to make sure that he was right. “You like him, am I right?” The setter simply asked, making you go quiet, but luckily right after two seconds, Bokuto left the changing rooms too, joining you two. “Anyway, let’s go.” You finally managed to say, right after the question that caught you off guard.

With heading over to you and the ace’s hand slowly inching closer to yours, you got the hint of thought and just locked your hand into his, beginning to walk down the road you two always walked down, but now also with Akaashi’s presence. “Should we get some snacks?” The mentioned dark-haired male asked you two, just to get a closer look whenever Bokuto followed his advice or not. “yes let’s get some snacks!” The cheerful male agreed, hurrying with you up to the store that was just a few minutes away from your current location.

Within opening the door, the sweet scent of sweets hit your nose, making you gain some interest in the chocolate that had been shown in the display case. The energetic male pulled out his wallet while letting you pick some things that looked delicious to you. Akaashi just stood behind you two, watching how you two were picking out some snacks, not being interested in getting anything sweet. He was not in the mood.

Being deepened in making the decision, Bokuto didn’t quite catch the judging look of a male that had been in the store too, unlike you, who immediately felt anxious with the almost toxic glare. Slowly, your hand slipped out of his, trying to go unnoticed by the loss. “Did you decide already?” Bokuto asked, thinking that you only let go just to be able to hold onto the small bag. With a small nod, you showed him whatever you wanted, caring now less about the sort of chocolate you would get, and rather got carried away by the insecurities building up in your mind. 

Akaashi’s gaze followed your gaze, making him finally understand what had been going on.

Paying and leaving the store felt like a whole while for you, which took only a few minutes. With that, you three made your way back to your houses again, while you began to eat the chocolate, to have an excuse not to hold Bokuto’s hand.

“See you tomorrow!” Bokuto cheered the next minute, at least it felt like the next minute. You must’ve lost track of the things around you. ”See you” you replied with waving, entering your house.

The next days surely will be hard.

And they were. The next days felt like the hardest days this year, your anxiety and insecurities always stopping you from doing something that was ‘wrong’, just to not get judged or looked at weirdly by other people.

Bokuto didn’t quite catch what had happened. He didn’t know what he did wrong, how you felt, and how he should feel about this all. All he knew was that anything had happened yesterday, and that wasn’t something good. The small touches had gone missing, the small smiles and laughs were not the same anymore and it felt like you were hiding something from him.

“Y/N.” he finally started, rather than getting led by his feelings. “Did I do something wrong?” The ace asked a little shaky, scared that you would say something along the lines like “Yes”. But instead, he got a rather calming and assuring response he kinda had hoped for. “No, why?” A small sigh left his lips, like it took quite a few weights off his shoulders, making you smile a little, genuinely again. “I was just worried. You don’t hold my hand anymore” He pouted, making you almost give in and tell him what had been wrong.

But then again, you were scared to tell him about that. “Oh” was the only word that had come to your mind right in that second, making him not a little. “Why don’t you hold my hand anymore?” He whined out, bringing your thoughts mixed up and making them all foggy. “I uh-” you started, but almost immediately got cut off by him sitting beside you and bringing you into a loose hug, his hands only resting on the bench and his head placed on your shoulder. “Is it my fault?” He whined out, and before he could go on with his rant you quickly gave him an assuring head shake. “Then tell me why you don’t hold my hand anymore” He whined again. “Uh well-” Before you could finish your sentence, the male picked his head up, to stare right into your eyes, perhaps almost staring into your soul. “You know if you feel embarrassed you can just tell me” “That’s not the case bo”.

His hands moved up to your cheeks, making your heart race again. “You know, Akaashi once said that love has no genders” He gently said, almost hinting that he liked you. “I guess that’s true.” The male poutingly added, making you finally choke out some words too. “You like me?” The question caught him off guard, but instead of answering he just pressed a kiss on your forehead, leaving you slightly speechless. “I hope you like me” He indirectly answered your question and put his head back on your shoulder.

“Of course I do-”

“Then hold my hand again.” he whined once again, but shut up as soon as your hand reached out for his.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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[mrslittletall]

For the writing prompt could ask for the 1 or 21 or 28 for Hollow Knight (maybe any of the 5 knights?) ?

Title: After the Dream ends Fandom: Hollow Knight Characters: Hornet, The Pure Vessel Word Count: 3.297 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30159255

Summary: After the little Ghost has faced off with the angry god trapped inside of the Hollow Knight, Hornet is left with her broken mess of a sibling.

(Author's note: 1: “Please don't leave.” 21: Leaning against someone. 28: “You are gonna be fine.”

I am so sorry, but for some reason I read “for the Hollow Knight” instead of just “for Hollow Knight” and I noticed if FAR too late. Technically, THK is pretty close to the five great knights, so I hope you can still enjoy it.)

Hornet awoke from the grasps of her unconsciousness.

It wasn't a slow waking up, like waking up from a deep slumber, but a sudden one. For her, it felt like no time had passed at all. One moment she had been hurled into a wall, the next moment she was awake, groaning at the lingering pain in her head from the impact.

The next thing she noticed was the absence of any fighting noises. The last thing that Hornet had done to help the little Ghost, was pinning the Hollow Knight to the ground, giving them an opening. Right after that, her world had turned into darkness.

There was another thing that was absent as she took in the scene in front of her. The little Ghost was nowhere to be seen. All she could see was the infection that had stopped to pulsate and glow and seemed to slowly dry out. In the middle of it, she could see the Hollow Knight, bend over on the ground, their gaze directed towards the floor, their body shaking, their chest slowly heaving as they struggled to breathe properly.

Hornet didn't knew where the little Ghost could have gone, or if they even were still alive, but right at this moment, it didn't matter to her. She could search for them later. She needed to take care of the last family she had left, her older sibling, first.

Hornet rushed over to them and laid both of her arms on their shoulders. “Hey, are you alright?”, she asked. Not only a second later she wanted to slap herself for this question. She knew that the Hollow Knight couldn't speak, they wouldn't be able to answer her, and even if they would have been able to shake or nod their head at her, they were clearly not alright.

“What am I talking about, you are clearly not alright.”, Hornet spoke, maybe more to herself than to the Hollow Knight, because they didn't seem to have acknowledged her. Her gaze wandered over their body. The most noticeable thing was a whole arm missing, the stump that was left dropped flakes of the infection of the ground. Their chest didn't look much better, the infection had grown in large cysts there and they must have popped open, orange liquid running down the pitch black body of the Hollow Knight. There was a large crack on their mask, going directly through their left eye. The eyes that once glowed orange from the infection, now where black holes again, but the leftovers of the intruding liquid stained their mask like grotesque tears. It wasn't a nice picture to look at and that was only their physical state.

Hornet could barely fathom their mental state. They had been forced to lock away an angry god for... how long had it been? Hornet didn't have a sense of time anymore once the kingdom had fallen into some kind of stasis. It might even have been centuries... Hornet decided that a very long time was probably the most fitting description for the duration of their imprisonment.

So, they had been sealed away for a very long time, having to contain an angry god and... failed at that task. Hornet knew why. She had gotten all the ugly details, from him, before he had vanished. The Hollow Knight... hadn't been without a mind like intended, but had developed feelings and a will, and that had made them vulnerable for the infection. That was why it had leaked out.

Hornet looked into the dark eyes of the Hollow Knight. She remembered the time when they hadn't been half eaten by infection, when their mind that they shouldn't even possess in the first place hadn't been broken. She felt her heart tighten in her chest at the memories.

When she had been but a little grub and ran around the palace, finding them standing there, all regal, all stiff, all motionless. At first she had thought they were a statue and it had been a game to get them to react to her once she saw that they were, in fact, being able to move once her father had called them to his side.

The game had turned into something else once the Hollow Knight had started to react to her. Acknowledge her. They never had said a single word to her, now she knew that they had been made without a voice, but they had sat next to Hornet, listening to her blabbering about her day, having let her sit between her horns and sometimes they even had caressed her little head.

They had been her cherished older sibling and back then, Hornet hadn't understood why they had to go away, at the same time as her mother as well. She had felt so left alone, having lost her mother and her older sibling at the same time, with only her father being left and he... he hardly seemed to care about her.

Now that Hornet knew all the gritty details about their and her own origins, the tightness in her chest welled up into anger.

“You didn't deserve this.”, she spoke, cupping the mask of the Hollow Knight between her hands. “You sacrificed yourself for this doomed kingdom and nobody is even left to thank you for it.”

She felt herself shaking, clenching her fangs, only stopping when she noticed that the Hollow Knight in front of her was shaking even harder. What she had just said to them... had it evoked a reaction? Whatever it was, they clearly needed help.

“You are going to be alright.”, Hornet said. “I promise it. I won't ever let you rot away behind a sealed door, for a kingdom that has long gone. Can you walk?”

Hornet stepped away from the Hollow Knight and looked expectantly at them. They didn't act at first and Hornet had a hunch that she had to change her way of wording. They had been used to follow orders after all. They probably didn't know how to react when asked a question.

“Stand up.”, she ordered, hating how her voice sounded as she spoke out the command. The Hollow Knight winced and then slowly tried to get up on their feet, only to break down and nearly crack their mask open even more when their missing arm failed to completely catch them.

“Apparently not.”, Hornet said, stepping closer to them. “Here, lean on me. I'll help you out.”

Standing right in front of them, Hornet noticed how ridiculous her offer sounded. Even when they were kneeling on the floor, the Hollow Knight was taller than her. When they would stand up, they would be twice her size. Hornet always had disliked that her height was one of the properties she just had to inherit from her father.

Luckily, as a creature of Deepnest, and half spider, she was also strong and resilient. She gently guided the remaining arm of the Hollow Knight around her shoulder and supported them as best as she could with her small body. With her help, they managed to stand up and walk a few shaky steps.

“There's a hot spring deeper into the Forgotten Crossroads.”, she explained. “I will help you get there, to take care of your injuries and to get you cleaned up. The infection did a number on you, Ho...”

She interrupted herself, not speaking it out completely at first. It had been her nickname for them when she still had been a little grub. Their title had been far too long for her, so she normally had called them Hollow.

“Is it fine when I call you Hollow?”, she asked, feeling as if the Hollow Knight should have a say in their name. She felt a nudge on her shoulder and took it as cue that they are fine with it. “Hollow it is, then.”

Helping Hollow walk even to the exit of the temple proved to be a challenge. Not only because they were twice as tall as her, but also because they hadn't used their legs for such a long time. They more stumbled and fell and Hornet had to grit her fangs together when their hand clawed into her shoulder, putting far more weight on her that was comfortable. Still, she had to endure for her sibling.

Worse than the physical pain, was the silence between them. She knew that Hollow couldn't talk, being made without a voice. That made it all the more worse. They may have had so many things to say, but they were forced to be silent. They couldn't even tell her if they were in discomfort.

“If you are in pain or need a break, give me a sign and we'll stop right away.”, she said, hoping that Hollow would understand what she meant. She doubted a bit that they even knew that they were allowed to feel weak and being in pain. She asked herself how they felt right now... did they feel like a failure? They surely didn't look like they felt like a hero.

She should try and take their mind off stuff. Or fill it with stuff to think about, in case they tried to empty their mind, like they had been taught so long ago.

“Do you still remember me?”, she asked as they stepped through the exit. “It's me, Hornet, the daughter of Hallownest. The pale gift. The gendered child. You may not recognize me because I have grown quite a bit in the meantime. The last time we met I could sit between your horns with ease.”

Looking down at her and at Hollow's horns, Hornet had the feeling she still could sit between their horns. Hollow didn't look at her or made any acknowledgement of her words, they just continued to stumble along with her support.

“It's fine, you don't have to answer me. I know that you can't. I just want to talk to you.”, Hornet continued. “Just... I want to let you know that if you still try to empty your mind, you don't have to do it anymore. It's over. It's all over and we have been left with the pieces to pick back up.”

Where had that come from? Hollow was the last bug she should unload her baggage at.

“My apologies...”, she said. “The hot spring is further down, so I am afraid we have to walk quite a bit of a distance. At least now that the infection has dried up, nobody tries to attack us anymore.”

Hornet could see them. The bugs that had been freed. The lucky ones simply coughed up the dried out infection and stood up, confused, finding other bugs to share their confusion with, the unlucky... well, they laid as empty husks on the ground.

“The crossroads has been hit the hardest.”, Hornet told further, as she continued walking with her sibling in tow. “It looked horrible here. The infection was everywhere. This will be a mess to clean up for menderbug, if they are even still around.”

They probably would like it though. Menderbug always loved to fix and clean things.

“The whole of Hallownest was affected... and not only Hallownest, Deepnest as well... When I go back there... I don't even want to think about it... Technically I am their queen, but...”

She stopped when she felt that Hollow had started shivering again. Maybe, not clearly talking about the infection had been the wrong thing.

“My apologies...”, she said again. “But be assured, it isn't your fault. It was never your fault.”

The shivering didn't stop, only got slightly less worse and Hornet wanted to punch herself for her insensitivity. She had to find another topic or stop talking. She knew why she felt so awkward... she had spent an eternity alone. She had managed to talk to the little Ghost, showing herself to be aloof, but she had never expected an answer from them and just had left them alone one they had gotten the bits and pieces of information from her. Trying to hold casual smalltalk, with her traumatized and badly injured sibling nonetheless, proved to be difficult.

“Do you know that your sibling saved you?”, Hornet spoke, softly. “Not me, one of the others. I called them Ghost. They bested me in combat, twice, and they understood every hint that I threw at them. For such a small being, they were fierce and strong. They never backed down. They even went into the temple without hesitation. They saved you... and they saved Hallownest... um, what is left of it anyway. I wish you could have met them... under brighter circumstances.”

Speaking about them made Hornet feel melancholic. She should go back to the Black Egg Temple later and see if she could find any trace of them. If... if they had died back there, then they would deserve a proper resting place and if not... well then at least Hornet would have an easier state of mind knowing that they just had decided to leave this place.

Hollow buckled a bit next to her and Hornet stopped immediately. “Are you alright? Are you in pain? Do you need a break?”

They stayed bent over for a couple of seconds before grabbing back onto her shoulder and continuing walking or more specifically, letting themselves get dragged by Hornet.

“The hot spring isn't far away now, hang in there.”, she said. She was just glad that the bugs that had awoken from the infection were too confused to really notice her and the few that did, quickly scurried away when they saw a predator and the hulking figure behind her.

Hornet filled the rest of the way with silly anecdotes from their time together in the White Palace, talking about how they had played with each other and how sad she had been every time that Hollow had to leave to stand at their father's side. She could feel Hollow's hand clawing into her shoulder each time she mentioned their shared father. How their stance about him was for Hollow, was unclear for Hornet. In their case, she would probably hate his guts. She did and she hadn't been tormented for an eternity in the temple of the black egg. She would never be able to forgive him for leaving his kingdom – and her – alone when they most had needed him.

They finally reached the Hot Spring and Hornet helped Hollow sink into the hot water, rubbing her shoulder. Practically dragging their big frame over there, had been a strain on her body.

Once they sat comfortably into the hot spring, Hornet looked them over. The soul infused water of the hot spring would help them get some strength back, but she could see that the crack on their mask wasn't closing up in the slightest. The water also couldn't heal their void body, as their lost arm didn't regrow. Thinking about it, Hornet was pretty sure that the hot spring couldn't regrow limbs at all, but also the scar around the nub didn't seem to close.

“I guess all we can do is clean out the dried up infection.”, Hornet said, as she sat down on the edge, only dipping her feet in the water, and produced a bit of silk which she weaved into a washcloth. Then, she gently cleaned up the wounds on their body of void, with Hollow wincing a tiny bit whenever she pressed too tight, but mostly the infection just flaked off and slightly tinted the water orange, leaving horrible scarred tissue visible on Hollow's body.

“I can't repair your body that is made of void.”, Hornet said. “That was something he never taught me. I can only bandage your wounds and we can hope that it will heal itself.”

Was Void able to heal? The vessels were basically a shade bound by the mask on their head. She had seen their more feral form, the unleashed shade that would lash out at anyone that came to close. If it originated from a primal instinct or from suppressed feelings, she didn't know.

Hornet helped Hollow out of the hot spring and sat down with them on the bench. There, she produced more silk and used it to bandage every wound she could find on Hollow's body. She weaved the silk around the scarred tissue on their chest, around the nub of their missing arm and the shoulder and even around the crack on their head. The wound would likely not heal completely, but she could at least prevent it getting worse.

With Hollow sitting on the bench next to her, she took another more thorough look at them. The way they sat, with their head lung low, their breathing heavy, they looked so broken and so weak. It was clear for Hornet that the spring water wasn't enough to sustain them. After an eternity on a diet of only soul, fed to them via the chains they had been sealed with, they needed some proper food.

“I'll be right back, Hollow.”, Hornet said as she hopped from the bench, readying her needle, ready to find some prey for them, but before she could take even one step, she felt how they tugged on her cloak.

Hornet turned around and saw Hollow looking at them. “What is it?”, she asked and upon remembering that they wouldn't be able to answer, she specified her question. “Are you in pain?”

Hollow shook their head and looked at her again and even though they weren't able to change the ever same stoic expression on their face, Hornet understood what they tried to tell her.

Please don't leave.

“I won't be away for long, I just need to get some food. You sorely need it.”, Hornet said and turned around again, only stopping when she felt a nudge on her cloak. She glanced back and saw Hollow on their knees on the ground, their arm grabbed around the tip of her cloak and they were shaking.

In an instant, Hornet felt a deep guilt settle itself into her chest. Her intentions had really been to only get some food and come right back, but when she saw Hollow like this, she understood the implications. Why they didn't want for her to leave.

The last time that Hollow had been left alone, they had been imprisoned with an angry god who did its best to torment them, both mentally and physically. For Hollow, who had been without comfort for so long, her leaving to get some food must feel the same as her dying and never coming back.

“On second thought, we can get some food for you later.”, Hornet said and helped Hollow up, once again groaning under their weight and height, to help them back to the bench. There, she sat herself next to them. They were still shivering, but they looked a lot calmer.

“My apologies, that I wanted to leave.”, she said, coming a bit closer, unsure if they wanted physical contact, but once she had initiated it, Hollow practically cuddled against her.

“I eventually will have to get up to get some food. We can't stay here forever.”, Hornet said, caressing their leg, one of the few spots on their body that weren't too injured or scarred. “But I promise you, I will never leave when you aren't fine with it. For now, take your time and heal. Both your body... and your mind.”

She took a deep breath and then said: “It will take some time, but you are going to be fine. I promise it.”

[nbrook29]

Ahhh, I love your writing!

67- “It’s you, it’s always been you.”

Only if you want, thks :)

Hello anon :) Thank you, you're very sweet 😚

Here it goes, I hope it doesn't suck, my writing vibes have been off 😢:

67. It's you, it's always been you.

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“Man, this thing sucks. I was promised hot chicks from the dance school and I can’t see even one, what the fuck.”

Robbe turns his eyes to Moyo, shooting him a half-hearted apologetic smile, his thoughts far away from his friends bickering next to him as they cross the gate to the carnival. It’s getting late, the sky had turned dark before they even left their houses and the place greets them with an onslaught of neons from every corner, cheesy song playing in the background, and Robbe can’t help but hear a particular deep voice commenting on the music being shit in his head.

He sighs, trying to chase the thought away and not go there again, plastering a fake-cheeriness on his face as he suggests they all get a beer and find a table somewhere. It takes 15 minutes of standing in a line to finally get the drinks and in the end, they have to resort to sitting on the grass because the place is packed. It looks like every single kid from their school is here tonight along with half of the city, to be exact, and Robbe snorts to himself when he thinks back to the broers’ plans this morning, talking about finally making a move on the dance girls. Good luck trying to find them.

They’re in the middle of arguing about which attraction they should go check out first when Robbe’s phone pings with a message.

Noor: ROBBE

Noor: !!!!!!!!!!!!

Robbe: Wha???

Noor: LILY HAS BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THE WHOLE EVENING

Noor: AND WE KISSED

Robbe: Whoa you go girl! 💪🏻💜

Robbe: Told you she's into you 😎😎😎

Noor: 🙄 whatever

Noor: I'M SO HAPPY 💖💖💖

Robbe: Haha I can see that, you only use black hearts, she must be special 😜

Noor: 🖕🏻

Noor: She isssss ❤

Robbe: I'm so happy for you ❤

Noor: 🖤🖤🖤

Noor: Is your lover boy at the carnival? 😏

Robbe: I don't have a lover boy 🙄

Robbe: And no he's not

Noor: Aww 😕

Robbe: It doesn't matter anyway

Robbe: It's better this way

Noor: For fuck's sake Robbe I'mma spank you into submission one day if you don't stop with this bullshit

Robbe: Kinky

Noor: I'm serious 🤨

Noor: Please please please promise me if you see him tonight you'll talk to him???

Robbe: Can't you just let it go??

Noor: Hell will freeze over before I'll let this go

Noor: Consider yourself warned

Robbe: Why are you so pressed about this jesus

Noor: Because I want you to be as happy as me!

Robbe: What do you want me to do exactly? I can't make him like me Noor

Robbe: It's done okay?

Robbe: I got my answer I told u

Robbe: I'm serious let it go

Noor: Baby 🥺

Robbe: I'm gonna be okay

Robbe: Go now

Robbe: I'm Lily's getting jealous over your texting 😉

Noor: Ugh okay

Noor: Ttyl

Noor: I love you 🖤

Robbe: 🖤

Under the chat with Noor there’s another message that makes him feel a pang in his heart.

Sander: Are you okay?

He scrubs his face and starts working on that fake smile again when Aaron shouts, “Ferris Wheel! Please you guys, I’ve always wanted to go on a ride!”

Moyo and Jens make some protesting sounds, claiming it’s boring as fuck if you don’t go with somebody to make out with up there. Robbe’s about to join the conversation when he sees a flicker of white hair somewhere in the crowd, and his heart starts beating faster despite him trying to stay indifferent, but when he blinks, it’s gone. He curses under his breath for being such a lovesick fool.

“Robbe? Go with me? Please?”

Robbe widens his eyes at Aaron’s pleading face, and shakes his head with an uncomfortable laughter. “No way, dude, I’m not a fan of this kind of stuff.”

“It’s not even that high! And it’s super safe, look!” Aaron waves vaguely at the Ferris Wheel, his eyes getting bigger and bigger with each “please”.

“Why do you even care so much?”

“Because I wanna try it out before I take Amber there, duuh!”

Robbe glances at the wheel with reluctance in his eyes, weighing his options before finally huffing a long-suffering “okay” at Aaron because he’s a pushover. It sucks, but he made his peace with that.

They leave Moyo and Jens chilling on the grass and go stand in the surprisingly short line to the wheel, Aaron’s practically bouncing on his feet when he’s telling Robbe about his plans to take Amber to the carnival tomorrow. Robbe indulges him and holds back any comments that he has at the tip of his tongue about the girl as they slowly move towards the front of the line, finally reaching the fence and paying for the admission.

Once they’re seated and reality hits in, Robbe can feel a weird feeling slowly encompassing his body and he realizes this is a bad idea. He hates highs. What the fuck is he doing on a Ferris Wheel?!

It seems like a similar thought is crossing Aaron’s mind because the boy is ghost white as he suddenly stands up and starts getting out of the cart.

“Fuck, man, I don’t think I can do this, it’s fucking scary, I’m sorry!”

And then he leaves, leaving Robbe gapping after him in shock. Before he can react and get out himself, the cart shakes with additional weight dropping on it, and when Robbe turns his head back to see what is going on, he’s met with an unsure smile, gracing the most beautiful face he’s ever seen.

“Do you mind if I take his spot?”

Robbe keeps staring as Sander pushes the railing down, making himself comfortable before looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah, um, sure,” he squeaks out, super aware of how close they’re sitting, his already racing heart now threatening to fall out of his chest. Sander shoots him a grateful smile and runs a hand through his hair and messes it up, almost making Robbe whimper with how good he looks.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He needs to pull himself together.

The wheel starts moving and for a second Robbe forgets all about who’s sitting next to him, gripping the railing tightly and taking deep breaths, at the same time trying to remain cool and unaffected.

“You didn’t answer my text.”

Sander’s words break the cloud of fear that is currently fogging Robbe’s brain and he peeks at him, noticing how he bites on his bottom lip, looking almost shy. His eyes carry some vulnerability in them that doesn’t fit the image of Sander Robbe has in his head - always cool and composed, witty, flirty, edgy artist who makes girls and boys swoon after him.

He swallows and tries to figure out an excuse. “I’m sorry, I read it, but I was super busy and I completely forgot.” He cringes as soon as the words are out when he sees a glimpse of hurt passing Sander’s features. Great, now he sounds like an asshole.

“Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry,” Sander replies, pretending to be unaffected. “Do you, um, do you wanna hang out tomorrow maybe? To make up for last Thursday?” His voice sounds full of hope and Robbe hates himself for having to shoot him down again, but he needs to take care of his own heart first.

“Sander, I-, look, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

There it is. The smile slowly but surely slipping off Sander’s face and hurting Robbe in the process. But this is the right thing to do. He knows that.

They’re almost at the top when Sander speaks again. “Can you tell me why?” He asks softly.

Robbe fights with himself whether this is the right place to come clean, but he can’t let him think there’s something wrong with him.

So he takes a deep breath and squeezes out, “Because I like you more than just a friend and I can’t pretend I’m not.”

Before Sander can answer, he beats him up to it. “And I know now that you have Younes, I saw you guys, it’s okay, I understand, he’s great, I’m happy for you guys, really, I-”

The wheel comes to a sudden stop, making the cart shake ominously, and Robbe’s heart lodges itself in his throat as he realizes the horrible truth: they’re stuck. At the top. So so high up.

He’s gonna be sick.

He starts breathing quickly, verging on hyperventilating when he feels Sander’s hands on his cheeks, and he registers his soothing voice telling him to calm down and that it’s going to be okay.

“Are you scared of heights?”

Robbe nods shakily, blushing beet red at the situation, feeling embarrassed at his state. When he manages to open his eyes, he’s met with a set of green looking back at him, worried and compassionate.

“Breathe with me, okay?” Sander takes one deep exaggerated breath to encourage him to do the same, and Robbe tries his hardest to follow him. There are voices coming from the ground telling them they need to stay calm and that they’re gonna be down in no time, as the technicians are already working on solving the issue.

But Robbe doesn’t fully register them, too focused on how close Sander is sitting now, their thighs pressed together, how he can smell his aftershave and see his moles clearer than ever before.

There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him to stop enjoying this because Sander has a boyfriend and this is wrong, but then Sander rests his forehead against his, shortcutting any thoughts whatsoever.

“I don’t know what you saw, but Younes is my best friend. We’re not together, Robbe.”

“But, you were all touchy and,” he swallows. “I saw you kissing. In the movies.”

A small frown appears on Sander’s forehead. “We’re comfortable with each other, sure, but there has never been any kissing. Younes is straight. And taken, by the way.”

And, okay, weird. Could he really misjudge the situation so badly? Sure, he didn’t see them kissing per se, but they were leaning towards each other? Sort of? He thinks?

Fuuuuuck.

“Oh wow, I think, um, I misinterpreted some stuff,” he admits, embarrassed, eyes downcast as he feels Sander nodding against his forehead with a tiny smile.

“Quite a lot of stuff, actually. Like, for example, that I like you like a friend.”

“That’s a lot of like in one sentence,” Robbe blurts off like an idiot, making Sander let out that adorable snort of his that pulls a quiet chuckle out of Robbe too.

“Well, there’s a lot of liking involved when it comes to my feelings for you,” he says, eyes shining with sincerity, and he glances the tip of his nose against Robbe’s, the gesture liquifying his insides.

“There’s a lot of liking involved when it comes to my feelings for you as well,” he whispers back, too shy for his own liking, but Sander just has that effect on him. It doesn’t matter though because suddenly the boy’s lips stretch in a beaming smile that’s so radiant it almost makes the night look brighter.

They’re staring at each other with similar expressions, sharing air as their foreheads remain glued together, and then Sander closes the distance between them, capturing Robbe’s lips in a soft kiss that makes his sigh, hands letting go of the railing and traveling on their own accord to Sander’s jaw. His head is spinning for a totally different reason now, and when he feels the tip of Sander’s tongue grazing his bottom lip he opens his mouth right away, going pliant under his touch.

He can’t quite believe what’s happening, how just half an hour ago he was feeling sorry for himself, thinking Sander is officially off limits, and now he can feel the boy’s secure hold on his waist and taste the sugary sweet cotton candy on his tongue.

“Hey, you’re breathing normally now,” Sander notes happily, his lips red and glistening as he breaks the kiss.

He looks even more gorgeous now and Robbe can’t help himself as he runs his thumb across his plump bottom lip and scores a tiny kiss there too, pulling a blush out of him.

“So, does that mean you will go out with me now?” Sander flutters his eyelashes at him, a pout on his lips as he puts his hands together in a “please” sign, and he looks so cute that Robbe can’t do more but nod, giggling when Sander hisses a satisfied yes! under his breath.

“Hey, no laughing, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you,” Sander tsks at him, eyes narrowed in seriousness that would look legit if his smile was any smaller.

“You have?”

“Yeah. I was like, how the fuck am I supposed to convince the most beautiful boy on the planet to go on a date with me?”

Robbe bites his lip bashfully, aware of the heat spreading on his neck under Sander’s words.

“I was sure you didn’t like me like that, you know,” he reaches to entangle their fingers, patting himself on the back for winning with his nervousness.

Sander squeezes his hand. "And I thought you were into somebody else, made me so sad."

"What? Fuck no, it's you, it's always been you," he rushes to reassure him, blushing again at his eagerness, but it earns him another kiss, this one just when the cart lurches forward as the Wheel comes alive again.

It painfully reminds him of where they are, but before he can fully freak out Sander brings him closer to his chest, acting like a man on a mission and not stopping with his mindblowing kisses until their cart safely reaches the ground.

"We made it," he murmurs, placing the last lingering kiss against Robbe's lips and the boy thanks him for being his knight in a shining armor.

"Hey, Sander?"

"Yes?"

"Just promise me our date won't take place at the fair. I won't survive another ride."