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âAbsolutely SOBBING over petre gravesâ ask was me I just forgor to tagđđđ
Iâve let it stew a little more in my brain so
The vaqueros donât take long to track him down, thereâs only so many places to hide when the cartel and the army are on your bad side, so itâs really not all too hard to find him while heâs still in the country. Alejandro is leading this one, 141 maybe tagging along, Rudy at his side as they kick down the door of a shitty motel Phil is staying in, expecting a fight. Instead they find a room, seemingly empty, a bag on the floor, messily packed, and a suspiciously quiet whining coming from under the bed, Alejandro looks under,
Graves.
He reaches to pull him him out, just barely getting a hold on his arm as he feels a sharp pain.
He bit him
He pulls his hand back quickly with a hiss, looking at the man under the bed again with an angry expression, but he pauses for a moment, seeing an expression all too familiar to him.
Fear.
But not just fear, heâs got this glossy look to his eyes, the same kind he sees in Rudy when heâs regressed, vulnerable.
So he takes a moment, waving the vaqueros back a little, telling them to hold back, and he just lies on the floor beside Phil, like someone waiting for a scared animal to come out of hiding, making no movement to approach him farther, just letting him have his space.
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Oh my goshhh ANON.
That's so good
Alejandro waiting for him without fighting him on getting out from under the bed.
Graves would obviously be terrified, and I doubt he'd come out for a long time. An hour, or probably more. He'd shuffle himself far enough back that he couldn't be reached from Alejandro's side, and he'd hide his face. Maybe quietly sniffling
He's so little :((
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Mother DearestâŚpart 2
(Lyrics are from Get In The Water! There will be a part two)
Wuzhi finds her trapped in a vast body of water, floating on a scrap of wood that could barely qualify as a raft. She canât tell if itâs a lake or a river or something else entirely, but thatâs not the main concern right now. Ai LianâŚher motherâŚhad enlisted the help of one of the Great River Dragons. Now she was backâŚand she was back with a vengeance. Floating above the water, her eyes glowing a deep blue.
âThere you are,â Her deep, distorted voice rumbles. âCoward.â
Wuzhi can feel her own breath hitch. âMotherâŚâ
âI've been waiting for this momentâŚfor the perfect time to strike. When your home's so close and you've gained the mostâŚâ Ai Lian smirks, fangs glinting in the light. âThat's when our paths collide!â
Wuzhi grips the wood below her tightly. She feels dread creeping up her spine.
âI've got a reputationâŚI've got a name to uphold! So I can't go letting you walk, or else the world forgets I'm cold.â
âNow get in the water.���Ai Lian summons a large trident, taller than her own body. âGet in the waterâŚOr I'll raise the tide so high, all of your dear school will dieâŚGet in the water.â
âWaitâŚâ the younger girl tries to plead.
âGet in the water.â
âStop this, pleaseâŚâ
âI'll make tidal waves so profound, both your friends and your kin will drown.â Ai Lian points the trident at the water.
âNo!â
âGet in the water!â The waterâs surface becomes harsher, Wuzhiâs raft bobbing in the waves. âGet in the water!â
âDon't mistake my threats for bluff, you have lived more than enough! Get in the water!âÂ
Wuzhi reaches out a hand, only for it to get slapped back down by a sharp wave.
âGet in the water! I'll take your brother and gouge his eyes, that is, unless you choose to die! GET IN THE WATER!â
âAren't you tired, Mother Lian? It's been so long, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses, so why not leave this here and just go home?â Wuzhi holds her hand out again, giving a merciful smile.
For a moment, Ai Lian pauses. ââŚI can't.â
âMaybe, you could learn to forgiveâŚ!â
ââŚNo.â
The tides swell, and Wuzhi gasps.
âRuthlessness isâŚâ
The water grows harsher, and a shadowy monster appears behind Ai Lian. Its eyes glow brightly, glaring down at Wuzhi.
ââŚMercy uponâŚâ
Spouts of water shoot up around Wuzhi as the monster summons its own trident, similar to Ai Lianâs.
ââŚOurselves!â
Ai Lian points the trident at Wuzhi. The monster does the same.
âDIE!!!!!!â
The monsterâs trident pushes down on Wuzhi, sending her plummeting into the water.
Air bubbles float up to the surface as Wuzhi is dragged deeper and deeper, the depths of this lake seemingly infinite. As black spots cloud her vision, Wuzhi hears a voice.
âYou can relax my friend!â Emmaâs voice rings out from one side of Wuzhi. âI can tell you're getting nervous.â
âLook at all we've lost and all we've learned.â On the other side, Wuzhi hears Silver.
And behind her, Lilia⌠âI'll stay in your heartâŚâ
Wuzhi then feels many presences behind her, all singing in unison. The souls of those lost in the war, the ones sheâs called friends, everyoneâŚ
âOh, whoa, Ai WuzhiâŚâ
Her vision is going darkâŚ
âWaiting, waiting, waiting, ahâŚâ
âŚher eyes shut.
(to be continued)
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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)
Chapter 2: Do You Know Me? (7,014 words)
Previous Links: Chapter 1 (Please check chapter 1 for any warnings and tags if you're interested, they are the same here)
Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.
Summary:
"You can walk away if you want, I wouldnât stop you. But you wonât.â
What happens when he gets close? Do you want to test that? Do you want to test yourself?
A/N: My bad yall I kinda forgor to post, the only thoughts about this fic that I've had for two weeks is about finally finishing the current chapter I'm working on (chapter 15 hits AO3 in a couple of days, if you're waiting on that watch that space). Also I gotta say my favourite part of posting here is picking a slightly tangentially-related pic for the top, I always remember my thought processes for these chapters so they evoke scenes and ideas that I drew upon here. Iirc this chapter was written about July/August 2022, I remembering suffering from mega writer's block while working on this. I suffered so bad to write this one at the time. So enjoy it, enjoy my favourite bad bad man, I'm so in love with him it hurts.
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Why is he here? He isnât supposed to be here.
The sound of crunching glass immediately strikes fear into you, even if it is only momentary. No amount of exposure to it can make you used to it. Even though you donât negatively associate the presence that accompanies it, something about how it sounds can never be spun in a positive light in your mind.
You had been previously leaning over a cardboard box of your belongings, packing up and ready to move out of the small flat that youâd previously called home. When you looked behind you, following the sound, you saw a sight that you knew to expect but hadnât quite prepared for.
Harrow was leaning in your doorway, still holding on to that cane as if it helped at all. He looked exactly the same as when youâd first met him a few days prior, right down to the clothes. You hadnât forgotten a single thing about him, and you should have welcomed the familiar sight, but something prevented you. You couldnât remember if youâd ever told him where you lived, and he certainly hadnât been invited.
You raised an eyebrow, suspicious of his sudden appearance. âAre you going to help or are you just going to watch?â You asked, only half sarcastic.
He tilted his head. âFrom my understanding it appears that youâve already done most of the heavy lifting.â
âTrue, I could have done with you randomly showing up here an hour ago.â That was fully sarcastic, and you looked away from him to close up the box you were handling.
He began to take some steps forward, and you tried to hide your own repulsion to that sound that always followed him. âI apologise, I just wanted to oversee things.â He sounded genuine, but at the same time a little distant, noticing that you still looked at him with distrust.
You narrowed your eyes, watching him as he now stood next to you. The way he looked down at you made for an unintentionally intimidating presence that you refused to back down on. You tried to hide your feelings with a scoff and an unenthused smile. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? I wasnât going to bail.â
His smile, which was supposed to be reassuring, only served to further stoke your rebellious flames. âI didnât think you would.â
Finally, you became serious, unsure of his exact intentions. âI donât need you to worry about me.â You insisted, but something didnât seem to convince him.
âIt wouldnât hurt to have me worrying about you.â You were unable to hide your confusion when he put a hand on your shoulder, but it was only momentary when one of his damned smiles began to put you at ease. You didnât mind him doing that, even if you didnât understand it.
You could only look at him, not knowing how to reply to that. You didnât really know what it meant, and didnât dare ask. Given that context, you somewhat appreciated his unexpected company.
He leaned in and moved forward, with your response immediately being to brace yourself for whatever was to come. However, you were surprised to see him go around you instead. The rasp of his voice was next to left ear.
âItâs not too much further, but donât get lost, alright?â Harrow asked. The question sounded almost playful, but you didnât know how to respond to the game.
Pinned to the spot, you didnât dare follow him with your gaze, but his sounds more than indicated him circling around you. Heâd said his part, and you saw him again when heâd finished that lap, returning to where he had been a moment before.
He looked at you with a warm stare, a smile only just present. Your nervousness began to disappear at the sight. For once, you felt able to lower your guard. It felt safe.
What was this? Trust? On both our parts?
You only wished to know why he would do all of this for you, but as always, he was a total mystery. A mystery you hoped this new chapter of your life would solve.
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Crunch, tap. Crunch, tap. Crunch, tap. Crunch, tap.
Anticipation was already eating at you as it was. That was enough torture for you. You didnât need the addition of those sounds, which you thought you had escaped, getting to you through the walls. Not even the source being in another room could prevent you from having to experience it all over again.
It had been a week since youâd settled into this place. Your experience so far had been pretty good. Harrowâs promises had turned out not to be empty. Although you were still adjusting, you had found this environment to be welcoming, and the people rather kind. They werenât like their leader at all, they all seemed⌠normal. When that realisation hit you, you didnât feel so out of place anymore, and you had found great comfort in that.
Now, you were waiting in a hallway, the hot sun beaming through the windows straight onto you, not helping the already awkward situation. Directly across from you was the room that Harrow was supposed to be in. Well, there was no doubt that he was in it. You had been told that he wanted to see you, and that never really boded well.
You had already seen him a lot, but never in a context like this. Usually, he came to you. He would do that a lot, actually. You never objected to his company, sometimes you welcomed it. If you were alone, he always made sure that it was never for long. He didnât seem to do this for other people, and they had noticed. No one had a definitive answer to explain that.
Something about the way he is just doesnât sit right.
He would just sit with you and listen, but the conversation was awkward. He never talked about himself, and you had a hard time talking about yourself, so it mostly boiled down to talking about whatever seemed to be happening on that particular day. It wasnât exactly riveting, but it was something? Regardless, you were running out of ground to cover. Something had to give. You knew there was something deeper, he had to have a motivation, but that was totally unknown to you.
He had stopped moving. You sighed loudly, trying to fill the eerie silence with something else. The moment was short-lived though, and almost as quickly as it disappeared you could hear him walking again.
Before you had time to process that, there was a clicking of a lock and one of the large, wooden doors that served as the roomâs entrance opened a crack. Through it, you could see half of his face, and half of a warm smile.
âYouâre here. Come in.â His enthusiasm surprised you, and you could tell he was happy to see you. You just werenât sure why.
Once he had finished speaking, he just watched you, waiting for your move. You followed him, deliberately cautious. When you got close to the door, he pulled it open for you, revealing a large room that, while spacious, felt claustrophobic with its low-hanging lights and various items stacked up against the walls from top to bottom.
Harrow was shuffling towards the back, where a corner was stacked with sturdy, waist-high boxes. Littered there were various unknown, shiny objects. Drawn to those like a crow, he didnât pay you much mind for a moment. Youâre unable to find the same fascination, but everything around you looks alien to you.
You looked away from him for only a moment to try to better understand your surroundings, but right on cue, he opened his mouth, immediately making you whip your head back around in his direction.
âHow are you taking to this place?â The question tumbles out of his mouth innocently. He didnât even look at you, but somehow, you felt as if he was still staring right through you.
You tried not to let it get to you. âItâs good.â You replied.
He gives a satisfied hum, and for a moment, youâre tricked into thinking that would be all he would say on the matter. Before you can get comfortable, he takes a sharp breath that sets the tone. âIs it⌠helping?â He stares you down, hiding an eagerness for your answer. The pressure was on.
You recognised the way he looked at you. Youâd seen it before. Heâd looked like that in your first conversation, you remembered the flash in his eyes that heâd tried to hide. The ever-veiled threat.
Donât be honest, tell him everything is fine.
You ignored the pleas of your own mind. Dismissed it as paranoia. You could trust him, or at least, you wanted to. For better or for worse, he had compelled you to be honest, but in your shame, you couldnât look at him. âItâs too soon to say, I think.â
When you picked up the courage to glance his way again in the silence that followed, you could tell that wasnât what he wanted to hear. His unblinking stare, the way his hands seemed to grasp tighter around that cane, all set off your mindâs warning sirens. But nothing on his expressionless face portrayed that. It appeared almost as a blank canvas, preparing to paint whichever response he deemed most appropriate.
Whatever plan he had, heâs changing it.
Your curiosity got the better of you. âWhat is all of this, anyway?â The question slips out of your mouth before you have time to fully evaluate the situation, your eyes darting around the room at all of the strange objects.
âJust items Iâve collected in my research.â He replied coolly, picking up an object that flashed gold in the light so brightly that you couldnât quite tell what it was. âMost of these things are dead ends, but I find thereâs no harm in keeping them, just in case.â He handled it with great care, carefully placing it back down. It didnât quite match with the disinterested tone of his voice.
âAnd what about all of those?â You pointed to the back wall of the room, where some large - your first instinct was to call them boxes - but they were much more elaborate than that, were shoved into the corner, as if hidden. The longer your eyes lingered on them, the more you were able to discern that their size and shape seemed disturbingly human.
That idea didnât make you totally comfortable, but you kept a cool head. Your better instinct, starting to understand his antics, knew to give him nothing to work with. You couldnât let him have control of the game.
He didnât even look at the subject of the conversation. His eyes instead locked with yours, the corner of his mouth twitching with indecision.
Iâve got you.
You could tell he knew how to pick his battles, but in choosing not to respond he had also admitted defeat. You had managed to call him out, and while that was a small personal victory, it was quickly followed with the realisation that your first examination must have been correct, and the implications were staggering. You could almost respect his ability to always come out on top in these conversations, if you werenât the one always losing.
Under the weight of that realisation, your voice became hesitant. âThose arenât what I think they are.â
Finally, he found his smile. âThat would depend on what you think they are.â Now youâd given him something. Harrow leaned forward on his cane, completely calm. You thought you had caught him, but the indifference hadnât shifted one bit. âI didnât kill any of them, you know.â He stated.
You scoffed with sarcasm. âYeah, sure.â
He wandered over to the bodies, brushing a hand over the nearest one. âYouâd be surprised how many ancient Egyptians were buried with objects of immense value.â His words were a little quieter than usual, as if his mind was distracted.
You dare to take a step closer, standing next to him and looking down at his hand, now tracing the shape of what you assumed to be legs. âWent for a spot of grave robbing, did you?â You felt daring, confidence boosted by your minor win, and sought to further touch a nerve in him, but it didnât seem to have any effect.
âI suppose you could say that. It made for some fascinating adventures, really.â He gave a small smile, and looked sentimental. You assumed that the thoughts that had made him distant in the moment were driven by nostalgia, and chose, despite the temptation, not to judge. He seemed to snap back into reality, a much more focused gaze now directed back at you. âBut Iâm past that point now. Thereâs not much exploring left to do.â He said that with real conviction, leaving you with no more questions.
The way he looked at you made you feel awkward, and you continued to apply the sarcasm. It was the only way you could express your distaste. âThatâs great, Iâm sure those dead people would prefer to remain undisturbed.â
You almost envied his ability to take all of the criticism levied at him without as much as a complaint. You had insulted just about everything he stood for and he didnât seem to care one bit. He couldnât be swayed.
That can only mean that he hides a terrifying level of commitment. You should be afraid of that.
You ignored your own thoughts, dismissing your own imagination as just overactive. You knew this already, yet you were still here.
Harrow was, as you knew him to be, unflappable. You could see the side of his face, and a smile creeping up it. âItâs all for a good cause. After all, if you try to hide something, it will always be found, eventually.â His face darkened during his last sentence, the instant seriousness putting you on edge. He turned, slowly but suddenly, and caused you to flinch as his intense gaze sliced through you. âThey simply had it coming.â
You felt thoroughly intimidated, and tried to deconstruct his possible motivations, for you knew heâd wanted this response from you. It seemed like a reminder that you were playing with fire, and you were so, so close to being burnt.
Does he know something? Who am I kidding, he ALWAYS knows.
You suddenly began to remember how you even ended up here. Of course he wanted you for something. âWhy did you want to see me?â You asked cautiously.
He seemed amused by that, as if you should have known the answer yourself. âI just wanted to talk. Properly. We havenât been able to do that just yet.â Harrow tilted his head. The friendly sincerity that had followed him on the first night youâd met him had properly returned.
You gave him a look of confusion. âItâs not like we havenât spoken-â
âSpeaking and talking are two different things.â He cut you off, and while glancing down on you in a condescending manner, his tone doesnât change, making for a creepy contrast. âYou donât seem very interested in doing the latter.â
Is this⌠impatience?
That seemed out of character for him. Curiosity began to get the better of you again, even though you seemed convinced that it would assure your downfall. You had a desire to outplay his games, but the line between beating him and playing into his hands was becoming increasingly blurred.
You gave a crafty smile, but spoke as if disinterested. It was the kind of contrast you could pick on, so you had no doubt in your mind that he had observed it too. âItâs not that Iâm not interested, itâs that I donât know how to.â
And you fucking scare me.
âWell, how about a lesson?â
The way he looked at you and the way he asked made him sound so innocent, but the demand was hidden under there. You couldnât say no to him, even though you knew you should. It didnât seem like an option.
âWhat would that be?â You asked, trying to suppress your feelings,
You couldnât take his eyes off of him as he began to approach you, locked in place. Whatever was coming, you had to accept it. This was what he had wanted.
You only hoped he wasnât asking too much of you.
He scoffed, a small smile forming. He acted like the answer was obvious. âYou have to learn to accept help.â He leaned down a little to get on your level. âI am trying to help you.â
Perhaps it was the way he looked at you, that stare that always made you nervous. Or perhaps it was that he had all the energy of a teacher scolding a child. Something about his offer didnât work for you. You gritted your teeth in annoyance. âYouâre not doing a very good job of it.â
Your comment amused him, but he only lets that be known for a flash before he turned more serious. âThatâs because itâs a two-way street. If you give me nothing, I canât give you anything either.â
âWhat do you want from me, then?â
You expected his intentions to be suspicious. Every time you felt like you could trust him, he did something to change your mind, and you could tell he was doing all of this because he wanted something. There had to be an ulterior motive.
He gave an exasperated sigh, as if your questioning had tired him out. âI just want you to talk to me. Thatâs all I want. Nothing else.â
You couldnât bring yourself to reply, only watching as he stared right through you, as if waiting. For the first time, you werenât objecting to his games out of choice, but out of confusion, totally clueless on what your next move should be.
Your silence must have surprised him, as he scoffed, but the advance warning did not prepare you for the volume of the chuckle that followed. âI want to know how to help you, I want to know how to fix your problems, and I want to see you more.â A relieved smile formed after his words.
He means it.
Despite your racing mind, you didnât give away any emotion, and forced something, anything out of your mouth. âWhy?â You asked softly.
Harrow looked towards the window for a beat, head tilting as he seemed to think. When the words came to him, he faced your way again, and you observed that heâd dropped the seriousness and the distance. There was something warm about his energy. He no longer looked past you, but at you. âBecause letting you go would be a waste. A waste of someone good. Not just for the world, butâŚâ He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, purposefully delaying the rest of his words. âFor me.â
Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Somehow, this outcome had never crossed your mind. You hadnât expected it. Perhaps youâd thought too much of him.
Heâs not helping me, heâs helping himself?
You couldnât help but wonder if all of this had been for his own ends. That you had simply been used. All of the promises he had made to you felt hollow. It made you feel sick. This was a trap.
In your confusion, you hesitated before getting your words out, nearly choking on them. âDo I really need to be here, or did you just want me to be here?â
The way he looked at you hadnât changed, but in a new context he still appeared as distant as ever, even with the still-present smile.
Fuck! How does he feel nothing? He has to know what heâs done.
He straightened himself up a little, looking down on you. âThatâs entirely up to you. You can walk away if you want, I wouldnât stop you. But you wonât.â The smile seemed to more naturally fit to a newfound smug confidence, certain that he had read you like a book.
His conviction in your own feelings disgusted you. âYou donât know me.â You scowled.
He hummed, almost in agreement. âI know all of this is helping you.â
A tidal wave of emotions was overcoming you, too many too quickly to decide on one. It was the opposite to Harrow, calm and firmly decided on whatever that strange mind had settled on. You began to raise your voice: âDo not pretend to know me. How do I know youâre not acting selfishly? I-â
Knock, knock.
You gave a loud sigh, the knocks having completely ruined your train of thought. You could see, as always, that he was giving you nothing. Even now, when youâd tried to make an impact, you couldnât break through his defences.
Thereâs a flash of irritation in his eyes at the idea of being interrupted, but as soon as a woman appears at the door, another disciple, it disappears. He appears to immediately understand the importance of whatever is to come.
âWe just heard back from our contact in the Alps. Theyâve agreed to your terms for the exchange.â
âThatâs great news. Thank you.â His smile is warm and genuine, but the woman seems to register a subtle indication that his matter with you is private and swiftly leaves. He stared at the door, left ajar, his mind far more focused on the news he had just received.
After a beat of no response, he slowly approaches the door.
Crunch, tap. Crunch, tap. Crunch, tap. Cr-
Harrow slammed the door shut, turning to you now with a different expression. His eyes narrowed and darkened, and his offence was clear. For a moment, you felt something shift in the air. For the first time, you truly felt his power. You didnât know the extent of it, as far as youâd seen and heard, it was stronger than it seemed, and the mystery of that was too much to bear. Anxiety suddenly began to eat at your stomach, afraid of his next move.
âDonât assume Iâm acting selfishly.â He growled, but in the span of a breath he had recomposed himself. All of a sudden his expression shifted in the blink of an eye, turning distant, unoffended. The same as usual, especially when you felt those ever-analytical eyes once again staring you down. He was far too good at hiding his feelings, but you wished to never find out again what he could possibly be thinking. He continued softly, thinly veiling a condescending tone: âThat's almost insulting. I would never bring you into something that I didnât think would be good for you.â
In that moment, you realised why he didnât seem fazed at all by your negative reaction. Somehow, you were still playing his game. This is what he had expected. You were cornered, at this point, and the only solution left was to follow your heart, hoping that would help you escape.
He knows your heart.
âForgive me for the insult.â You said sarcastically, not caring how he would respond, but still observing his unblinking gaze that didnât even seem to register your comment. It unnerved you, and you folded your arms in an attempt to preserve your deteriorating defiant act. âI wouldnât have that problem if I actually knew who the hell you were.â
He tilted his head with a smile, your words seeming to have the opposite of their intended effect on him. âI see how it is. Itâs a matter of trust. Thatâs a starting point.â He sat down across from you, fingers stroking the head of the cane as he held it between his legs. That seemed to be a subconscious act, because his gaze did not once break from you. âTell me, why donât you trust me?â
You hated how genuine his question was, because you had long learned the lesson that always, somehow, Harrow already had every answer he ever needed.
âYou already know.â You spat.
âI might.â
You gave him a nasty look for that comment, your contempt too great to suppress.
He responded to your stare with one of his own, but as per usual, he was seemingly immune to your efforts, continuing on as if your gaze hadnât interrupted him. âI want to hear it from your perspective. Lay it all out.â
You raised an eyebrow, finding yourself leaning sideways on a table, sick of standing. âOnly if you do the same.â
He paused for a moment, taking the time for a slow blink. You imagined that the gears of his mind must have been turning at your proposal, but his face did everything in its power to hide that. The silence betrayed the truth, though. With a deep breath and a shuffle as he straightened himself up, almost mirroring you as he leaned forwards and balancing on his own cane, he had prepared his answer.
âThat seems reasonable.â
I didnât expect that.
Even though you were surprised, youâd already rehearsed in your mind what youâd say to him. Youâd been doing that for a week. You tried to take a trick out of his book and not betray that you had to think a little, though. With him, you knew that one wrong word and heâd play around it so expertly youâd never get this chance again. âAlright. I donât trust you because I donât understand you.â
He tilted his head in an almost adorable display of curiosity. âWhat donât you understand?â
âAnything.â Your frustration started to come through as you spoke. âWhy you are the way that you are.â
For a moment, he glanced away from you again, something you assumed to be a tell when he didnât quite know what to say. When he spoke, any sense of uncertainty disappeared. He didnât appear to be capable of seeming unsure. âThere are some things in this world far beyond any of us, and if one was to cross paths with such things, they could break you in ways most of us could only imagine to be possible. For me, that happened long before all of this.â Although it was out of your field of view, you could hear him softly tap his cane against the wood.
You took a moment to process his words, suddenly brimming with curiosity. âWhat do you mean?â
He gave a dry chuckle. âYouâll probably find it unbelievable.â
Despite everything you had seen, your mindâs first instinct was to believe that he was simply making excuses, trying to dodge the question. He hadnât been open about it in the past, which had only made you want to know more. There was something hidden in his heart that he was teasing you with. You snorted, dwelling on his words again. âTry me.â
This time, there was no telling moment of pause, his stare cutting right through you. âI was once under direct servitude of a god, who used that position to abuse me. He broke me completely, then left me all alone to pick up the pieces.â
His bluntness on this topic surprised you. This was a lot to throw in so quickly, and it seemed like he knew that.
âI was stuck, trapped fighting a worthless cause for years, all while the voice inside my head tried its hardest to bend me to its will. I was forced to commit unspeakable acts of violence, all in the name of real justice.â He spat those last words, face twisting to one that appeared to be of genuine disgust and pain. For the first time, the Harrow you knew looked somewhat vulnerable. âIt never was. Hurting the people who deserved that after the fact never stopped any more pain from being inflicted.â
Guilt. You felt his, and the sudden appearance of your own. He had this appearance of something untouchable, and while you always knew it to be a carefully crafted image, it had achieved its intended effect. Hidden under all of that was something that was hurting a lot. More pain that you felt you could possibly understand. There was a real, deep history here. Even with how crazy it all sounded, you could tell by the way that he felt that it all had to be true. And that meantâŚ
You had to stop yourself from speaking while your thoughts caught up, looking right at him as you saw his face slowly recover from the feelings that had taken over it before. âEverything this group believesâŚâ These tales of gods aligned with everything youâd been hearing, and you knew what that meant. âItâs all real, isnât it?â
âAs real as you and me.â He found a smile again, standing up. His feet shifted on the glass, which must have brought some pain, but he didnât show it. âI knew youâd come around eventually. We have an opportunity now to correct our mistakes.â
As he took another step closer, you watched him carefully, eyes narrowed with suspicion. âI think you mean your mistakes.â
âNo. Weâre all guilty.â He replied with total confidence, his voice once again shifting into something more serious. âWhy are you here, really? Youâve made mistakes, havenât you?â His questioning was a bit too antagonising for your tastes.
You didnât say anything, knowing full well that you were both aware of the answer.
âFor some of us, itâs not too late to walk a better path. Youâve got room for a second chance.â There was something reassuring to his words, and despite everything about him, you had no reason to doubt that particular statement, but he cut off any chance for a response with a sigh. âFor myself, itâs not as clear. But you never know if you donât try, do you?â
The talk of himself piqued your interest again. âI donât get it. Why claim to fight all evil yet preach about second chances? If your actions were so unspeakable, why do you go unpunished?â
For a moment, he doesnât give any reaction at all, seemingly thrown off by the question. When the answer comes, it appears with no hesitation. You can tell heâs pondered this question before. âI do punish myself. And on judgement day, if I am deemed unworthy⌠so be it. I accept my fate.â
He shifted his weight and you heard it. His punishment. The fanatic part of him was showing, you knew it had been hidden somewhere. This talk was insane, and served to remind you why you had been so apprehensive.
Heâll try to make you forget this.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to respond, giving him the green light to not only continue with his words, but to approach until he was standing right next to you. âIâm willing to do that for the people who deserve heaven on earth. All that is required of you here is to be ready and waiting for that day. If you make itâŚâ He put his hand on your shoulder, his warm touch surprising you. âItâll be a little more worth it.â
There it is.
You felt doubt wash over you, refusing to believe that he spoke the truth. Not only because you didnât hold yourself that high, but because you found yourself distrustful of his words. They were too kind, especially coming from him.
You could only look up at him, mouth agape. With a sigh, you composed yourself. âI doubt I make that much of a difference.â
He leaned in closer, an advance you did not reject, until his face was close to yours. His watery eyes hadnât been this close before, and they looked at your own instead of through them. âYou undervalue yourself.â He told you almost in a whisper, trying to be reassuring.
His words almost worked, and you giggle at the thought of them being true. âYou overvalue me.â
He finds your reply entertaining for a moment, but his face quickly drops, and you can feel a finger or two in your hair. âMaybe. But you seem to think that you donât matter, which simply isnât true. People do value you.â He spoke with utter conviction, enough to make the back of your mind believe him.
âAnd who would those people be?â You questioned, hoping to hear what you knew he was thinking from his own mouth, but when he didn't respond, you realised your mistake. He doesnât need to say anything, for he knows the same thing that you do: Your question has already been answered.
You took half of a step backwards away from him, and he follows your cue to break away. His face flashes with concern for a moment, and you didnât miss it. You decided to make your question more specific. âWhy do you care so much about me?â
He doesnât think about his response for very long at all. âThatâs a question I donât know the answer to.â
His bluntness greatly surprised you. Him not appearing to know something surprised you more. âThatâs a first.â Your sarcasm is kinder this time, unable to help yourself at making a jab that wasnât necessarily deserved in your mind.
Of course, he doesnât care how youâve spoken, just that you have, and he takes a moment this time to get his words right. âIâve spent a great deal of my life keeping people at a distance. I have a track record of hurting people in every way imaginable. I think perhaps Iâm finally at the point where Iâm no longer afraid of that.â Just like when talking about his past, thereâs something shockingly sincere in his voice.
You caught onto his wording, hoping that he hadnât thought that through in the moment. You knew that was a naĂŻve thought. That realisation causes you to betray your concern. âYou donât hurt people anymore?â
âI donât hurt them as much.â He replied callously.
That does not instil confidence. You wanted to chastise him for such a mindset, or even ask for elaboration, but your first and foremost thoughts are self-centred. âWhat about me?â
An opportunistic glint in his eye appeared after you asked. Before he even began to speak, you know that this is a moment he had been waiting to pounce on. âThat brings me to why I summoned you here. I need to test you.â
âTest me how exactly?â You werenât sure why you asked, because you already knew full well where he was going.
âThe same way that Iâm sure youâre familiar with.â The words tumbled out. He seemed much more focused on you, eyes glancing up and down over you. When his gaze calms down, he continues. âYou were paying attention before, werenât you?â He may have smiled, but you couldnât tell if that was a joke or a threat.
For better or for worse, you remembered everything. âYou said you didnât force this on people.â You replied concernedly.
The proof that you had been listening previously strengthens his conviction. âSometimes there are exceptions. And I need to know.â
âYou need to know what?â
âIf Iâm right about you.â You could barely hear his words as he took a step closer, half overcome by nervousness and half because he had practically whispered that. He gave you a reassuring smile, but it only appeared for half a second.
You felt frozen as you felt him grab onto your wrists. You had been too busy watching his face to watch his arms, and from the point of contact you vow not to make that mistake again. He was surprisingly gentle and delicate with you, even taking great care to place the cold and strange-feeling cane between your own arms, but you knew from the way he looked at you warmly that this was out of a desire to make you feel comfortable with this process, almost as if he foresaw that you'd be afraid. You wondered if he was like that with everyone in his clutches. Out of pure discomfort, you couldnât look back at him-
âDonât look away. Look at me.â Thereâs no warmness left in his voice. Itâs a demand.
You hated how he had basically read your mind. Confused, you felt you had no choice but to obey him. Something was happening, out of the corner of your eye there was movement from his arm and you could feel that cane move in some strange fashion, but his grip on you gradually tightened, and you didnât dare to disobey him.
After what felt like an eternity, you felt his hold loosen. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then, all of a sudden, before you could react, he went in for a hug. You especially felt the one arm nearly wrap around your next, and his hot breath directly in your ear. âI apologise for all of that. For a moment, I didnât trust my own judgement. But everything I believed before was right, there is a hope for you here.â
âSo I passed?â Your question comes out shakier than you hoped.
âYes.â
âWhat would have happened if I had failed?â
He gave you a condescending scoff, and you felt mocked for asking such a question. That was irrelevant to him. âLetâs not dwell on that. You are safe now, and no one will hurt you anymore.â
âNot even you?â You found some of your confidence again to force that question upon him, and you can tell when his smile breaks that it has forced him to think.
Something about all of this does not put your mind at ease. Maybe itâs the fact that youâve never seen anyone fail the test, or maybe, you remind yourself, itâs because you are knee-deep in the clutches of a cult. Those thoughts are small compared to the main idea running through your head, though.
If I failed, I wouldnât fit in his standards. I would have to die. He could have killed me. Could he kill me? Iâve never seen him kill anyone. Does he have that in him?
Harrow put a hand on your shoulder again. You now noticed that he seemed to do that a lot. âI will protect you myself. I know now that youâre absolutely worth it.â He had leaned in a little while he spoke, just to add a little more reassurance. You hope desperately that his protection is as valuable as his power. He certainly acted like it was.
You feel a finger brush up against your neck, and the sensation shakes you to your core. In that moment, he feels closer than he ever has before. Thereâs something so casual in his act, he either didnât notice this move, or he pretended he didnât. You already knew it was the latter.
âI hope that weâve finally cleared up some confusion.â His gaze follows his hand, wandering around your neck until it locks back into your eyes. âDo you understand me?â The question, unlike his last few words, isnât so kind. Once again, itâs a demand.
No.
âSomewhat.â You lied, knowing that he would not take the truth for an answer.
The way he looks at you suggests that heâs not entirely convinced, but for some unknown reason to you, it doesnât bother him. âThatâs progress. I wantâŚâ He pauses for a moment, and you immediately began to fear that a sincere moment was coming. âsomething here. I want a deeper kind of relationship. Something thatâs more than what we have right now.â
âMore than strangers?â
You didnât intend to be rude, but you didnât regret your choice of wording. He was, in essence, a stranger that you saw a lot. No matter how much you talked, he was always so distant, as if he wasnât really on this earth the same way you were. You were never going to be friends, but there was a space to be something else and heâd capitalised on it.
You could tell that he found your response to be harsher than he expected, but he didnât seem too thrown off by it. You expected that he saw it coming, because he always just knew. The smile he gives almost seems to suggest that he found that funny, but you donât know what a smile from him means anymore. âMore than that, yes.â
In your amusement, you were able to smile yourself for the first time in a while. âI donât know about that.â
Your own happiness seems to touch him, and continues with his warm words. âI asked you before to take a chance, and you took it. Right now, thatâs paying off. All Iâm asking you now is to do that again.â In the beats between sentences, you catch his head tilting a little. âYouâve been shutting me out. Please, allow me in.â
You donât know what to say, feeling more lost for words than you had been before. You watched him, his smile this time not momentary, but waiting patiently. For some reason, you just could not say no. But you couldnât say yes either, even if the small nod you ended up giving him proved otherwise.
I just canât help myself, can I?
You donât see it, but you feel his hand tapping you. âIâm proud of you. Youâve already grown so much.â Thereâs a great sense of elation on Harrowâs face. This was what heâd wanted, and youâd just given it to him.
You struggled to be proud of yourself. His seal of approval was never something you desired. What you had desired though, was help, and heâd provided that. He had yet to break his promises yet, so why would he start now?
A small part of your mind held on to a lingering thought that you couldnât shake. You feared that perhaps the closer he gets, the more dangerous he becomes. You wanted someone to understand you, appreciate you, and care about you, but was this the right person?
If I keep things up like this, he wonât hurt me, though. It could all be alright. Itâs all or nothing.
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If slashers interact regulalary, like as if going about more or less like rgeular people(but still slahsers of course :P), I am curious. Jamie Llyod, how would slashers interact with there buddies niece?Suddenly finding herself with a bunch of honorary "uncles"
Specific curisiotes include, Brahms, Jason, Bubba, both Scream guys(Billy and Stu), Leslie Vernon, and anyone else you might wanna toss in there if your happy to answer :)
AWWWW (i had to google Jamie Llyod cuz i thought you meant a guy from lego ninjago cartoon series and i was a little confused) Request open!!
Voorhees Jason
HE WILL BE SO SCARED PLS HE, HE CANT, HE CANNOT COMPERHAND
Accually he seems to be great with kids, he is just overthinking. If they go to shop together he wont be able to resist buying her whatever snack she wants!
He would rather pick her up and carry her around than to hold her hand because he gets distracted easly and he would just loose her in middle of forest
Jason will melt if jamie will say something along the lines "you are the best unlce ever!!" he will litteraly pass out and die
Jason and Micheal are besties so i can see them just hanging around and Micheal just randomly bringing her with him. just to chill and vibe. It would be very quiet vibe due to them being mute but it doesnt stop them from hanging out!
Billy and Stu! (tw to yall homophobes, this biches gay)
"ew a child..." "sup uncle Billy and Stu" "uhh look you are here only because Micheal made us baby sit you" "lol okay"
"I hate childen so much Stu :( " "Cmon its not that bad! She painted my nails!" "of course she did" "Also she said Im way better baby sitter than you!" "I- aint no way you are better than me"
This evening just turned into Billy and Stu trying to beat each other in "who is better uncle" competition
"Hey Jamie wanna see a scary movie :]" "cmon shes like 4" "im almost sure shes like 7 dude"
"I'm hungry im calling Micheal" "NONONO I- i mean why- we ordered fastfood! right Stu?" "uhh yeaahh, wait i just need to go outside for a, eeehh for an *runs to nearest fastfood to buy sometihng to eat*
they forgor that children accualy have to eat
they are so chaotic, they will fall asleep together (all 3) while watching Sponge Bob (Stu and Billy are secretly boyfriends btw i do not care that it has nothing to do with this headcanons, i just wanna inform you all)
"I know you guys are gay" " :O WHAT! I mean- who told you that! pfff some prankster probably" "I saw you hold hands! and thats what people do when they love each other! :3"(top tier sin)
Billy and Stu live together probably and their house is such a mess! its probably huge too, because Stu perents kinda rich. So i can imagine them loosing Jamie in middle of hause and then looking for her (shes goofy ah she will pretend they are playing hide and seek jsut to scare the shit out of them)
Heelshire Brahms
HE he would be so akward!!! Like "ehhh uhh hello child why are you in my house child, uhhh bloody hell" (Quick reminder that hes British and i will make fun of him)
HE WOUDL PROBABLY CALL MICHEAL "Uhhh Mr Micheal ur eeh your niece is here uhh can you like pick her up-" Jamie just standing behind hir "AAH-You, you wanna play scrabbles?" "ew no, can we play hide and seek" "Oh.My.God nevermind you can stay"
Micheal just comes to pick her up or something and Brahms with Jamie are already besties and they prolly made frienship braslets (and shit talk some people too)
okay ladies im back and i will write some more soon! pls comment and dont remember to like and subscibe and hit that bell button
tbh i dint have a lot of ideas (thats why Bubba isnt included i just had no clue what to write) but its good ig, and if i will find any people bullying stu/billy for being homosex i will steal ur steam account B)
x reader tags are only for more people to reach this post nothing sus here
#slasher x reader#brahms headcanons#brahms heelsire#brahms imagine#brahms x reader#brahms the boy#jason vorhees headcanon#jason vorhees imagine#jason voorhees#jason vorhees x reader#friday 13th#halloween 4#billy loomis x reader#stu matcher fluff#stu matcher x reader
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i forgor to update on this blog but uh my family gave me covid and iâm suffering big time đđđđ
and bc of that my plans to find a Special Copy of PS that wont make my laptop explode are on hold so my queue will remain empty for a while. (also i cant be bothered to deal with the banned tag list for the moment so hopefully thatâs all sorted out by the time i get back lmao)
see ya when i can pilot my body again~ đ
[unsolicited covid advice under here. cw for image: puppets, facial horror?, scopophobia, covid joke, based on drugs joke, drdp]

please heed my warning and dont try to sit and play viddy games through the first day like i did, even that much activity will knock you on your back once it Hits
wait until youâve been knocked down a peg and base your Distraction Activity Level on that ;;;;;;;;
#046 texts#covid 19#my family has been the absolute worst these past few days and despite quarantining MYSELF from THEM i still got it. pissed. amgry.#i keep looking at my half finished VNs and going......no.....i dont dare....#turns out 428 shibuya scramble is not good distraction during a pandemmy anyway lmao#so now im just shotgunning vtuber clips and streams âđť
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...may i just say that, even tho its been like...idk a month or so since I made that one mspaint philza drawing (w/ the stars), i Still keep going back and reading your tags bcuz they are so so SO fuckin pretty and paint such a beautiful picture hdhdjdjj
idk i just really really like them and i thank you for leaving such wonderful tags! - ttaswell
Wait hold on lemme go find that reblog i forgor hold on bestie
YESYEYEYEYEYS that was the first piece of your art I ever saw/reblogged!!!! Itâs such a good piece literally I love how you make art itâs such a good style. Idk maybe itâs because when I look at your art I can see where there are impressions of character and they convey what you are drawing? If that makes sense. I do the same thing lol but like itâs when you draw a hand and a body and then make the impression of them being connected somehow like itâs such a cool thing and i donât even know if thatâs what youâre going for when you draw or if thatâs just how I see it but either way your art is so fucking good literally Iâm always obsessed. Amazing 10/10 never done before
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